#also that would kill me with chronic pain

[nightfallsystem]

i think i may be mentally unwell

[motogpnewbie]

Tik Tok decided to make me feel things today Pt1

[cardworksartblog]

Their friendship is actually so special to me,.,,, fucked up bug and her Little Guy friend who may or may not be a fucking parasite. They make me go insane

[2boldlyqueer]

I am doing real badly these days

[risetherivermoon]

Intro 🍁

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I am a minor, at 15 years old!! don't be creepy!!

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Hi!! this a fandom blog, where I post fanart, fanfiction updates, and other fandom posts,

(REQS ARE CLOSED)

the fandoms i'm involved in or you may have seen me post abt are Dungeons And Daddies, Invincible, Marauders Era, Spiderverse, MLP, Woe.Begone, Stranger Things, Garfield, etc

on tiktok (if ur looking for more oc content) you can find me at @ arrowac3r

on ao3 I am risetherivermoon, as well as the pseuds 'autumnl3av3s', & 'moonriverrise'

(I am the owner of the @3sinnrsn1angel acc which is for a specific dndads au!)

boundaries: do not repost my posts or my art w/o permission, dont be a fkin weirdo (bc again im a minor) or an asshole, dont harass me for new content (fanfics, web series, etc)

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AO3 Master list

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Bullshit Freaks - Bloody Lullaby

- Fandom: Stranger Things

- Status: Finished (Series Discontinued)

- Chapters: 40/40 (Word Count: 117k)

- Main Ships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

- Minor Ships: Robin Buckley/Vickie, Nancy Wheeler/Jonathan Byers

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: a steve has powers au + him meeting rob and eddie while still in highschool, (this is steddie centric)

- Link: Bullshit Freaks - moonriverrise

Boiling Point - Bloody Lullaby

- Fandom: Stranger Things

- Status: Finished (Series Discontinued)

- Chapters: 22/22 (Word Count: 88k)

- Main Ships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

- Minor Ships: Robin Buckley/Vickie, Nancy Wheeler/Jonathan Byers

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: the sequel to the steve has powers fic i finished a bit ago called Bullshit Freaks, enjoy

- Link: Boiling Point - moonriverrise

Thawing Of The Knife - Bloody Lullaby

- Fandom: Stranger Things

- Status: Discontinued

- Chapters: 3/3 (Word Count: 8k)

- Main Ships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

- Minor Ships: Max Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

- Desc: the next book of my steddie, steve harrington has powers fic, read bullshit freaks & boiling point b4 this!!

- Link: Thawing Of The Knife - moonriverrise

--- risetherivermoon

How To Not Die Young

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Discontinued

- Chapters: 43/43 (Word Count: 110k)

- Main Ships: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black, James Potter/Regulus Black, Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier

- Minor Ships: Marlene Mckinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Lily Evans/Mary Macdonald, Pandora Lovegood/Xenophilius Lovegood, Peter Pettigrew/Sybil Trelawney, Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Rita Skeeter, Narcissa Black Malfoy/Alice Longbottom, Andromeda Black Tonks/Ted Tonks

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a wolfstar, jegulus/sunseeker, and rosekiller au feat. highschool drama, plants, licorice, and bands

- Link: How To Not Die Young - risetherivermoon

Just Different, Apparently

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 4/4 (Word Count: 24k)

- Main Ships: James Potter/Regulus Black

- Minor Ships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Lily Evans/Mary Macdonald, Marlene Mckinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a meet cute modern jegulus au w/ autistic james and trans reg. feat. orchestras, cafes, idiot brothers and shitty familes, theatre groups, football, social disasters, and woodland creatures

- Link: Just Different, Apparently - risetherivermoon

Like A Kick To My Face, Your Love

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 1k)

- Main Ships: Mary Macdonald/Lily Evans

- Minor Ships: James Potter/Regulus Black

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a marylily oneshot + a (sorta) fame au

- Link: Like A Kick To My Face, Your Love - risetherivermoon

Can't Get The Words Out

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 1k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Lily comes out to her friends after a loud Gryffindor party,

- Link: Can't Get The Words Out - risetherivermoon

Reaching From Arm's Length

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 2k)

- Main Ships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Remus freaks out during a party because of a migraine, Sirius brings Remus away from the crowd and they talk, and Remus confesses and opens up to Sirius for the first time.

- Link: Reaching From Arm's Length - risetherivermoon

Feeling Overheated

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 1k

- Main Ships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

- Minor Ships: James Potter/Lily Evans

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: After Remus comes out a few months prior Sirius starts to realize things about himself and how he feels about his friend, he talks to James about it and then approaches Remus.

- Link: Feeling Overheated - risetherivermoon

Live Through My Scars and Blood, Live Through My Love

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 1k)

- Main Ships: Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier (IMPLIED)

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: Major Character Death

- Desc: A Barty Character Study

- Link: Live Through My Scars and Blood, Live Through My Love - risetherivermoon

Sing For The Damage We've Done

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 2/?

- Main Ships: Barty Crouch Jr./James Potter

- Minor Ships: Regulus Black/Remus Lupin, Dorcas Meadows/Marlene Mckinnon

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a childhood friends Darksun au

- Link: Sing For The Damage We've Done - risetherivermoon, queer70s

Go For The Throat

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Au

- Status: Discontinued

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 6k)

- Main Ships: Barty Crouch Jr./James Potter

- Minor Ships: Regulus Black/Remus Lupin/Evan Rosier, Lily Evans/Pandora Lovegood, Marlene Mckinnon/Dorcas Meadowes

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: a detective darksun au where James is a detective and Barty is a lawyer who bothers the hell out of him and may be lying about his identity a little… (+ moonrosewater (remus x evan x regulus) dorlene and pandalily)

- Link: Go For The Throat - risetherivermoon

Foolish Embarrassment

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 2k)

- Main Ships: Barty Crouch Jr./Xenophilius Lovegood/Evan Rosier

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a fluffy silverrosedagger (xenophilius x evan x barty) fic for my friend hag,

- Link: Foolish Embarassment - risetherivermoon for fallinginautumn

I'm Tired, I Hate It, It Hurts, But I Can't Stop.

- Fandom: Harry Potter / Marauders Era

- Status: Discontinued

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 6k)

- Main Ships: Barty Crouch Jr./James Potter

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: Major Character Death

- Desc: an angsty Darksun au, where Barty is stubborn and sick, and James loves him anyway. ( b-day gift for leo :D )

- Link: I'm Tired, I Hate It, It Hurts, But I Can't Stop - risetherivermoon

If You Need To, Darling, Lean Your Weight On Me - Darlin, I Would Do It Again

- Fandom: Good Omens (TV)

- Status: Finished (Series Discontinued)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 10k)

- Main Ships: Aziraphale/Crowley

- Minor Ships: Maggie/Nina

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: A post s2 ep6 fix it fic, with crowley coming into the bookstore after having a nightmare and aziracrow finally talk to eachother

- Link: If You Need To, Darling, Lean Your Weight On Me - risetherivermoon

So Someone With Your Eyes Might Come In Time - Darlin' I Would Do It Again

- Fandom: Good Omens (TV)

- Status: Finished (Series Discontinued)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 9k)

- Main Ships: Aziraphale/Crowley

- Minor Ships: Maggie/Nina

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: the sequel to my other GO oneshot...from az's pov

- Link: So Someone With Your Eyes Might Come In Time - risetherivermoon

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Don't Look Now

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 2/?

- Main Ships: Veronica Stampler/Terry Jr. Stampler, Sparrow Oak-Swallows-Garcia/Rebecca Oak-Swallows-Garcia, Marco Li-Wilson/Grant Li-Wilson, Nicholas Close-Foster/Lark Oak-Garcia

- Minor Ships: Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia/Hermie Unworthy, Lincoln Li-Wilson/Scary Marlowe

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: a no realms (but very dark) dndads au! based mostly on the kiddads, + the teens too, where i make willy 10x worse and everyones a bit more fucked up bc i love psychological horror and stupid dnd podcasts

- Link: Don't Look Now - autumnl3av3s

Once Upon A FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 10/?

- Main Ships: Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia/Hermie Unworthy

- Minor Ships: Lincoln Li-Wilson/Scary Marlowe/Taylor Swift, Nicholas Close-Foster/Lark Oak-Garcia

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a canon divergence text fic for the goofs and giggles

- Link: Once Upon A FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK - autumnl3av3s

Family Are The Ones You Love The Most

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 5k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia/Hermie Unworthy

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Scary and the rest of the teens spend christmas together and she thinks about how much she loves her friends

- Link: Family Are The Ones You Love The Most - autumnl3av3s

5 Times Nick's Dad Didn't Notice Him And One Time He Did

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 6/6 (Word Count: 10k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: The one where people help and comfort Nick when Glenn should have, and one time where Glenn did show up for him

- Link: 5 Times Nick's Dad Didn't Notice Him And One Time He Did - autumnl3av3s

Get The Fuck Out Of My Head - He's Half Of My Soul As The Poet's Say

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 6/6 (Word Count: 23k)

- Main Ships: Nicholas Close-Foster/Lark Oak-Garcia

- Minor Ships: Terry Jr. Stampler/Grant Wilson

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: Lark gets hit with some kind of sleep spell that has him lost in his mind, Nicky is tasked with going into his head (via magic) and retrieving him. Once everything clears up, they notice a shift in their relationship and dynamic

- Link: Get The Fuck Out Of My Head - autumnl3av3s

I Wish You Were Far Away From Me - I Won't Ever Stop Hating You

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 3k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: an au where Jodie is Glenn's older brother who he despises and argues with all the time, their relationship and Glenn being an angsty kid

- Link: I Wish You Were Far Away From Me - autumnl3av3s

Why Are You Here? - I Won't Ever Stop Hating You

- Fandom: Dungeons And Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 2k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: part 2 of the Jodie is Glenn's older brother au, Glenn gets sent home from school by the school nurse and Jodie is there to pick him up, Glenn isn't too thrilled about it

- Link: Why Are You Here? - autumnl3av3s

And Right Now I Just Wanna Grow Up

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Hero finally has a conversation with her Uncle and Dad about stopping her training, it goes better than she expects and honestly that makes it worse

- Link: And Right Now I Just Wanna Grow Up - autumnl3av3s

How Do I Get Angry? - I Won't Ever Stop Hating You

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 2k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: part 3 of the Jodie is Glenn's older brother au, where Glenn makes an unexpected friend at the library

- Link: How Do I Get Angry? - autumnl3av3s

Dear Dad, Love Your Son

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 1k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: Marco Li-Wilson/Grant Li-Wilson, Darryl Wilson/Henry Oak

- Archive Warnings: Major Character Death

- Desc: A series of letters between Grant & Darryl as Grant grows up,

- Link: Dear Dad, Love Your Son - autumnl3av3s

Oh Universe I See Your Face

- Fandom: Dungeons And Daddies

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 5/?

- Main Ships: Henry Oak-Garcia/Glenn Close

- Minor Ships: Henry Oak-Garcia/Mercedes Oak-Garcia, Henry Oak-Garcia/Darryl Wilson/Glenn Close

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: A no realms au where Henry grew up in a cult on earth (Oakvale) and when the dads + their families goes on a three week vacation to the beach, Henry starts to remember his childhood, (plus some enemies to lovers esc glennry with a little polydads on the side as a treat)

- Link: Oh Universe I See Your Face - autumnl3av3s

Will We Ever Be Enough For Her? - I Won't Ever Stop Hating You

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 3k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: the fourth part of a jodie is glenns older brother au, where the boys go to mcdonalds and nothing bad happens! ever! definitely nothing sad and terrible!

- Link: Will We Ever Be Enough For Her? - autumnl3av3s

Don't Fall Asleep Too Quickly - Swiftli Week 2024

- Fandom: Dungeons And Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 3k)

- Main Ships: Lincoln Li-Wilson/Taylor Swift

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: oneshot 4 day 1 of swiftli week 2024: Birthday / Sleepover / Movie Night

- Link: Don't Fall Asleep Too Quickly - autumnl3av3s

Fell From Heaven - Swiftli Week 2024 - Three Sinners And One Angel

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 4k)

- Main Ships: Taylor Swift/Lincoln Li-Wilson

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Lincoln, a fallen angel, falls from heaven into hell and is discovered by Taylor, a hell demon prince, and Scary, a sinner.

aka: a prequel to an au on tumblr that ive written and drawn for on the account: @3sinnrsn1angel go check it out for more content! (though this fic is canon to that universe this can be read as a stand-alone)

aka x2: : a oneshot 4 day 2 of Swiftli Week 2024: Angel+Demon

- Link: Fell From Heaven - autumnl3av3s

Makeup and Skirts - Swiftli Week 2024

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 3k)

- Main Ships: Lincoln Li-Wilson/Taylor Swift

- Minor Ships: Hermie Unworthy/Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia, Scary Marlowe/Erica Drippins

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Transfem Linc gets dysphoric before going on a date with her boyfriend, Taylor, and some other shtuff happens

aka: fic for day 4 (albeit late) of Swiftli Week 2024: FREE DAY

- Link: Makeup and Skirts - autumnl3av3s

The (Not-So World Ending) Chaotic Life Of The Li-Wilson-Swifts - Swiftli Week 2024

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Discontinued

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 2k)

- Main Ships: Taylor Swift/Lincoln Li-Wilson

- Minor Ships: Scary Marlowe/Hermie Unworthy/Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: In a future Au, Lincoln and Taylor decide to adopt a child and start a family together, some things happen, problems and trouble but also happiness and love! yay!

aka: a fic for the last day of swiftli week 2024: Future Au!!

- Link: The (Not-So World Ending) Chaotic Life Of The Li-Wilson-Swifts - autumnl3av3s

Home Is Whenever I'm With You - He's Half Of My Soul As The Poet's Say

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 3k)

- Main Ships: Nicholas Close-Foster/Lark Oak-Garcia

- Minor Ships: Terry Jr. Stampler/Grant Wilson

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: a oneshot/part 2 of the telepathy nark au! (aka Get The Fuck Out Of My Head) where Lark helps Nicky unpack boxes in his new apartment and some other shtuff happens ;)

- Link: Home Is Whenever I'm With You - autumnl3av3s

Happy Birthday! Why Are You Crying? - autumnl3av3s

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing

- Chapters: 3/3 (Word Count: 6k)

- Main Ships: Nicholas Close-Foster/Lark Oak-Garcia

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: part 3 of the telepathy nark au / Get The Fuck Out Of My Head, where it's Nicky's birthday and he has a bad time!!

- Link: Happy Birthday! Why Are You Crying? - autumnl3av3s

I Say Your Name, In Hopes You'll Hear It In The Stars

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 1k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: Veronica Stampler/Terry Jr. Stampler

- Archive Warnings: Major Character Death

- Desc: In another universe where Scary doesn't get to see Terry in hell again, she goes home to her Mom alone.

- Link: I Say Your Name, In Hopes You'll Hear It In the Stars - autumnl3aves

The World Rots At Our Finger Tips, We Are Not Safe

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Discontinued

- Chapters: 3/3 (Word Count: 8k)

- Main Ships: Glenn Close/Henry Oak/Darryl Wilson

- Minor Ships: Henry Oak/Mercedes Oak-Garcia, Glenn Close/Morgan Freeman, Darryl Wilson/Carol Wilson, Ron Stampler/Samantha Stampler

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: an apocalyptic take on what happened between s1 and s2, plus some polydads for fun weeee

- Link: The World Rots At Our Finger Tips We Are Not Safe - autumnl3av3s

And We're Not Out Of The Tunnel, I Bet You Though There's An End

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 8k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: Henry Oak-Garcoa/Mercedes Oak-Garcia, Rebecca Swallows/Sparrow Oak-Garcia

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Lark wakes up sick one morning, Henry is left to take care of a teenage boy who wants nothing to do with him and won't let himself be helped... hurt and comfort ensues

- Link: And We're Not Out Of The Tunnel, I Bet You Though There's An End - autumnl3av3s

Put Down Your Guns, The War Is Over

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 3k)

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: post-s2 epilogue, Lark and Normal have a conversation

- Link: Put Down Your Guns, The War Is Over - autumnl3av3s

Our Own Lives - I Won't Ever Stop Hating You

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 2/?

- Main Ships: None

- Minor Ships: Jodie Foster/Scam Likely, Carol Wilson/Darryl Wilson

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: the fifth part of the Jodie is Glenn's older brother au, (as well as no faerun) a multichapter update with a jodie pov + some scamster on the side!

- Link: Our Own Lives - autumnl3av3s

Good Luck, Babe!

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 2/?

- Main Ships: Sparrow Oak-Garcia/Nicholas Close-Foster

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: after a wild misunderstanding, and a few secrets falling loose, Sparrow decides that Nicky deserves to go on a real date for once,

aka: sapphic ace-spec lovesong because i'm sooo freakishly self indulgent,

- Link: Good Luck, Babe! - autumnl3av3s

See, I've Come To Burn Your Kingdom Down - That's The Last Song You'll Ever Sing

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished (Series Ongoing)

- Chapters: 4/4 (Word Count: 15k)

- Main Ships: Sparrow Oak-Garcia/Rebecca Swallows

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: a canon divergent au where Lark opens the obsidian door and joins Willy. Seven years later, Lark's missing, and time has taken it's toll on Sparrow, his love for his brother practically nonexistent. Sparrow's able to cope with this until Lark makes contact for the first time since he released Willy.

Aka: a preteen Lark gets fucking Scary Marlowe-ed

- Link: See, I've Come To Burn Your Kingdom Down - autumnl3av3s

We All Have A Hunger - That's The Last Song You'll Ever Sing

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Ongoing

- Chapters: 2/?

- Main Ships: Sparrow Oak-Garcia/Rebecca Swallows

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Desc: The Sequel to a Lark releases Willy as a preteen Au featuring a shit ton of oak twins angst and Willy being a manipulative piece of shit

aka: Lark continues to get fkin Scary Marlowe-ed (it gets worse)

- Link: We All Have A Hunger - autumnl3av3s

Sweet Tooth

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1, (Word Count: 2k)

- Main Ships: Hermie Unworthy/Normal Oak-Swallows-Garcia

- Minor Ships: None

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc: Normal doesn't show up to school so Hermie goes looking for him

- Link: Sweet Tooth - autumnl3av3s

There When You Need Us

- Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

- Status: Finished

- Chapters: 1/1 (Word Count: 7k)

- Main Ships: Henry Oak-Garcia/Darryl Wilson/Glenn Close,

- Minor Ships: Henry Oak-Garcia/Mercedes Oak-Garcia

- Archive Warnings: None

- Desc:Henry doesn't like his birthday because of the bad memories and feelings it brings up...luckily for him his lovers are there for him

aka: my birthday post for henry since today is the 23rd! happy birthday to that fictional hippy man!

- Link: There When You Need Us - autumnl3av3s

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[halo--hall]

can't decide if the headache i have had for days is a gum thing or a sinus thing or both but it's pairing really well with the shoulder pain i've had for weeks lmao. mystery chronic illness is awesome

[andromedasummer]

having a bit of a shit day. going to read dnd books abt it.

[shadow-bender]

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[sh4d0w-gl]

Hello, what I can only assume is undiagnosed chronic pain, at 5 in the morning! Always a delight to see you!!🫶

[devilzfruit]

i refuse to text out i can't

[aftermathing]

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[cursed-tm]

getting older is really unfortunate because things are closed off to you the older you get. that's not a like litany against aging or something it's just an observation like literally you can never go back. literally you will never be this age again. it will be impossible for you to tell if you made the right choice or not until it's too late for you to go back and change it. things will simply continue happening on whatever course they're on and there's nothing you can do about it. all of your problems are aging with you. etc

[butnobodycame627]

brb gotta go murder god with my bare hands

[another-punk-trans-woman]

Wishing all doctors a very

PERSCRIBE ME PAINKILLERS PLEASE IM IN AGONY EVERY DAY PLEASE LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SAY IM IN PAIN FOR FUCKS SAKE

Okay, now that I have your attention:

Let's talk about classism and chronic pain, shall we?

I work a very physically demanding job as an automotive technician. In the past year, I've been having more and more issues with the chronic pain I was told would 'work itself out' (direct quote from one of my doctors.)

I've been seeking a diagnosis for a long time now, and each and every 'specialist' or professional has the same thing to say:

"It's because of your job"

And then don't do anything to help me. Then, when I say "Yes, I deal with traditional muscle aches and pains as described by my coworkers, but also have different pain on top of that" They not only continue to refuse help, but go deaf and pretend I didn't say anything.

The 'physical labor causes joint pain in everyone' idea, combined with the stereotype of blue collar workers being 'tough' and able to push through the pain without help means that most doctors won't even be willing to help manage pain, much less look beyond the appearance of the patient to find any further underlying problems. A few months ago, one of my coworkers had a *stroke*, the day after he went to the ER complaining of intermittent chest pain. They told him it was likely he pulled a muscle at work, and didn't bother even hooking him to an EKG.

To make matters worse, labor industries pay isn't great, and insurance is usually even worse. So for every appointment, I am paying out the nose to be told to shut up and that I'm fine.

The absurd notion that blue collar workers are all looking for opioid painkillers (Something a doctor told me right to my face) or are just fine and exaggerating needs to die, before it kills more people.

[poeticpascal]

White Lies (Joel Miller x Reader)

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Summary: Joel would do anything for you. He does anything for you. And he makes sure you don't know a thing.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: violence, Joel kills 3 dudes (what murdaaah?), descriptions of blood and wounds, stitches, Joel feels guilt and shame but is also very soppy and very in love, fuff and angst all tangled up, descriptions of chronic pain

A/n: I have had a bloody nightmare the last few weeks with suspected endometriosis, which is what inspired me to write this. In my head, reader has endo and the medicine is some sort of contraception or strong painkillers to help her manage it. But it isn't explicitly mentioned so you can imagine whatever you most relate to. Please do let me know what you think, and as always, requests are open!

It’s a harsh winter, even by Boston’s standards.

The QZ is coated in a veil of thick snow, the blizzard that took hold weeks ago now bruising the streets with an icy fist.

Joel pulls his coat tighter around himself, grateful at least for the cover the snowstorm offered, the skies foggy and grey. He can slip through the alleyways much quicker, much quieter beneath the frost. His footsteps are erased almost as soon as he leaves them, and when things get messy, he can soothe his wounds in the freeze.

Which is good, because things get messy a lot.

Not that he’d tell you that. You were too pure, too gentle; not unlike the snow that paints your doorframe now.

No, Joel keeps those things from you. The world has been unkind enough, and if he has one purpose now, it’s to protect that sweetness of yours. To collect it, each golden ray of sunshine that so easily radiates from you, to give it back and let you bask in the warmth of your own soul. 

No one deserves it more than you do. Least not him, and yet you’d given him more love, more sweetness, than he could ever dream of.

That’s why he told you he was working a late shift today - sewage, he thinks he said - rather than where he actually is at 3am, catching his death in an old littered alleyway.

He occasionally shifts to avoid the silver moonlight dripping from the gaps in the fire-escape stairs above him. Tonight’s meeting should be a simple one, free from FEDRA’s strict patrols; he’d done this long enough now to know when, and where, was safest for these things.

He stays on high alert, though. Just in case.

Marco’s late. He isn’t known for being the most competent of dealers, but Joel was getting desperate now, and he was the only crook in the QZ who could get what he needed. He was a small man, a bit pathetic looking, really. But he was smart, and he had connections that even Joel couldn’t make for all his smuggling and dealing.

So when Joel’s supplier told him he couldn’t help him anymore, he didn’t have a choice. That’s what he tells himself, anyway.

“Miller, there ya’ are.” Joel’s snapped out of his thoughts, his looming regret of this whole situation, as Marco strolls down the alley. He grins, in the same cocky way he always did, the sort of grin a man who couldn’t win a fight but has enough men who could wrapped around his finger, doing the dirty work for him.

Joel insisted he come alone. Not because he couldn’t handle his goons; he knew he could. Maybe. But it would cause a scene, and draw attention, to something he very much wanted to keep under wraps.

He’s semi-surprised to see the two men walking behind Marco. Deep down, he’d had some faith that the dealer would stick to his word.

“Quiet the fuck down,” Joel warns, seething through his teeth as his eyes search the alley behind them, making sure they hadn’t been heard. “Who are your friends?”

Marco follows Joel’s gaze towards his companions. “They’re just here to observe.”

The men are the same height as Joel, maybe a little taller. He recognises both from the sleazy speakeasies that lie beneath the floors of the QZ. Where the bad guys go. 

One is bald, with a jagged scar carved across his cheek and over his eye. He’s scowling, unlike Marco and the other man, who looks somewhat softer with thick hair grown to his shoulders and brown eyes that stayed on Joel like bedrock.

“That’s not what we agreed,’ Joel growls.

There’s tension in the air, thick, and they must feel it too because Marco’s henchmen each have a hand hovering near their sides, where silver blades reflect the white of the snow.

“I recall us also agreeing that you’d get your meds in return for the money. But we’re doing things a little differently today.” Joel remains stoic, though his eyes turn dark and angry, the moon’s light no longer illuminating his features. Marco tiptoes slowly towards him, getting so close that Joel can feel his breath and raising a hand to pick a piece of lint from his flannel shirt. “I want my money. But you might have to wait a little longer for your meds.”

Joel reacts then, squaring up to him, stepping forward and clenching his fists. The other men wrap their hands around their blades, anticipating a fight. Marco just laughs.

“‘Scuse me?” Joel asks, though they all know he understood what was going on.

“You’re gonna give me the amount we agreed. And then, you’re gonna speak to one of your guard friends, and cut me a deal. Then you might get your meds.”

Joel’s anger swells inside him like a beast, his previous care to stay hidden long gone as he imagines driving his fist into Marco’s smug, son of a bitch face again and again and again. 

He has to think this through, though. He needs those meds. Marco can see the cogs turning. “Just give me the money, Miller. Don’t make this difficult. You can’t take three of us.”

“No?” Joel retorts, already decided in what he’d do next. “I don’t think it’s worth findin’ out. Give me the meds.”

Marco sighs, dropping his head and stepping away from Joel, leaving him to face his men. “Shame, Joel. You really coulda helped us.”

He nods to his men, who immediately draw their blades and attack. The first lands a punch on his face, the weight of it surprising him as he falls back into the railing. Before he can recover, the other has already plunged a blade through his stomach, right below his ribcage. He controls himself, swallows the yell that claws its way up his throat, tries to think. The cold steel of the rail stabs into his back, and when another fist collides with his cheek and sends him to the floor, he uses it to haul himself up and tackle one of the men - the softer one - to the ground with him.

Marco only stands and watches as Joel throws his weight onto the man and smashes his head into the stone floor. The other grabs his shoulder, spinning him round but Joel’s prepared this time and he dodges the swat of his knife. Instead he throws a punch into his stomach, making him double over which gives Joel the opportunity to grab the knife strapped to his calf and drive it through the bald man’s throat. He stumbles, collapsing to the floor with a choked cry, and Joel turns back just in time to see the other man trying to stand, though the injury to his head makes him dizzy. Joel stands first, easily pushing the man to the ground, and stomping on his head with as much force as his steel-toed boots would let him. Both men stay down.

Marco has regressed into the darkness of the alley, and he looks somehow smaller than usual. He’s pathetic, and if this was any other job, he’d laugh. But this wasn’t a laughing matter, and there was only one target for him; the medication.

The smaller man reaches into his pocket, searching for his gun, but Joel anticipates the move and has already reached him and thrown him against the wall before he can find it. His movements strain the wound in his abdomen, but he doesn’t care. Doesn’t feel it.

Joel’s fist pins Marco to the wall by his throat, making him splutter and flail like a fish out of water.

“Where are the fuckin’ pills, Marco?” He just continues to flail, trying to pull Joel’s hand off of him with both of his own, to no effect. Joel scoffs, throwing him to the floor and dragging his knife out of the now dead henchman’s neck. “If you won’t tell me, I guess I’ve got no use for ya.” He uses his shirt to clean the blade, the flannel already soaked in blood, his own.

“For fuck sake, Marco whines, slightly out of breath. “They’re at my place.”

“There anyone else there?” Joel asks, so nonchalantly that it almost sounds like a passing thought.

“No, no one there. But you’ll need me to get you in.”

Joel looks up again, the now-clean knife held in his fist with a vice-like grip. He stalks towards Marco, ignoring his desperate pleas. 

“Shouldn’t be a problem-” 

With that, he stabs him in the chest, letting him choke and gasp on the floor and searching his pockets for a key. He finds it, and does a quick, final survey of the alleyway. The once perfectly settled snow is disturbed, kicked up in the fight, and deeply stained with blood.

Joel curses, but leaves, only now noticing the burning pain from his torso. He leans against the wall, now stood out in the street, open; but there are no guards. He doesn’t think he’d care. Instead he grabs a fistful of the snow around his feet, packs it into the wound, hissing at the sharp pain of the ice but quickly feeling relief as it numbs him.

This was going to be a long night.

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It’s another couple of hours or so before he returns. There were, in fact, people at Marco’s place - but Joel knew that would be the case anyway. They weren’t a problem.

He’d showered in Marco’s flat, after taking out the men hanging out in there. Protecting it, he assumed. And he’d found a med pack that let him stitch up the wound to some degree; it was a hack job, but it should do the trick. He’d had worse.

The most important thing was that he found the meds.

The old door of your place creaks as he steps inside, quickly closing it behind him before the cold could enter. It’s futile, really; the wooden pillars are rotten, decaying so badly that the wind sweeps through the cracks with ease, and he can see dustings of snow on the floor around your windows. But he tries anyway.

“Joel?”

There you are.

It’s scary, honestly, what your voice does to him. Even so quiet, so distant from the bedroom upstairs, it lifts the weight from his shoulders that he thought he’d carry forever.

“I’m here, baby. I’m comin’.” He pulls off his shoes, placing them neatly beside the door just how you like, and heads upstairs. His bloodied shirt is long gone, buried in some forgotten corner of the QZ, where he has a collection of discarded items by now.

You don’t reply, he doesn’t expect you to. He reaches your bedroom, gently opening the door and sighing at the sight of you lying there, curled up between mountains of sheets and pillows.

He’d almost think you look peaceful if he didn’t know how much pain you’re in.

“Oh, honey,” he laments, crossing the distance from the door to you and kneeling down beside your head. You open your eyes, though they’re weighed down by exhaustion, and a small smile creeps onto your lips at the sight of the man before you.

“Hi,” you whisper, letting a gentle hand poke out from the duvet and brush his jaw. He can’t help but grin back at you, the total mess that took place just hours ago wiped from his mind completely, and he leans into your touch.

The both of you just stay like that for a moment, your thumb sweeping across his cheek, his eyes never leaving yours. Then you wince, and no matter how much you try to hide it, he can see the wave of pain inflict your body.

“I’ve got your tablets, sweetheart.” He reaches into his pocket, a desperation to his actions now; he hates seeing you like this. You just nod, pushing a meek but honest “thank you” past your lips, so quiet that he almost doesn’t hear it. His heart swells.

Joel presses out one tablet and hands it to you, then picks up the glass of water that stands on your side table, making a mental note to replace it later. You take the pill, grabbing hold of his hand before he can pull it away, and give it a gentle squeeze. He follows your lead and tips the water to your lips once you’ve placed the tablet on your tongue, gently helping you swallow and squeezing your hand right back.

A look of relief washes over your face, and he finally lets himself relax. He stands, letting go of your hand and leaning over to kiss your forehead, before pulling off the clothes he’d taken from Marco’s wardrobe and climbing in beside you.

He only knew heaven in these moments with you, late at night, when your hands reach for him beneath the sheets and your head nuzzles into his neck. It’s no different tonight; he’s quiet, unsure if you’d fallen asleep in those few seconds, and as much as he wishes you’d rest, he can’t deny the way his lips curl when he feels your gentle touch wrap around him.

“How was today? Doing the sewage?”

Joel swallows. “Yeah, yeah. It was fine. Don’t you worry about it, sweetheart.” His arms envelop you, holding you tight against him, one hand drawing gentle circles on your back. He’s lost in the bliss for a moment, letting it wash over him in waves, when your hand brushes his haphazard and you freeze. So does he.

“Joel,” you say; it’s still a whisper, but not the tired kind you’d given him earlier. It’s like you’re too scared to ask. “What’s that?”

He panics, holding you tighter, trying to think. He can’t believe himself for not remembering to cover it, to make sure you didn’t see. 

“There was an accident today. I did some building work before I went to sewage, a pipe fell. Nicked me real bad-” you gasp, forcing yourself to sit up with shaky arms. Joel immediately pulls you back down, his hands grasping your face, staring into your eyes like they held the world inside them. It’s dark, but they glimmer, and he just hopes you can’t see his fear.

“No no. It’s fine, baby. I’m fine. Got seen by the doc, got a couple ‘a stitches. Says i’ll be all good by tomorrow.”

“By tomorrow? Joel that doesn’t sound right-”

He interrupts you. He hates this. “I promise, baby. That’s what she said. I promise.” He wipes a thumb across your cheek, and the way you seem to settle, to believe him, makes him ache. He hates this.

You nuzzle back into his side, placated. You trust him, endlessly, and he hates that he abuses that trust just as much as he needs to protect you. A means to an end, he thinks.

The two of you are silent for a few moments, your hand lay gentle over his wound. Like you’re trying to heal it. He thinks it’s working.

“Thank you for picking up my medicine,” you say.

“It’s okay.” His words are quiet, muffled; he’s got his face buried in your hair now, revelling in your scent, and really, he doesn’t want to talk about this with you. He doesn’t want to lie anymore than he already has.

You’re still oblivious, though. Still sweet.

“I’m so glad you can make my rations cover it. I don’t know what I’d do if they made them more expensive.”

Oh, babygirl, he thinks.

Because your rations don’t cover your medicine. Neither did his. Even combined, they’d hardly cover a drink in the bar these days. He’d seen you work and work and work, in spite of the pain that bloomed in your abdomen and tortured your bones until you could hardly stand up anymore, and he saw the way they laughed in your face and turned you away when you tried to get the help you needed. When you tried to trade your labour for medicine. You were nothing to them.

So he told you he could barter the price down. That it was best if he goes from now on, to make sure you’re not taken advantage of. He takes your rations, stuffs them right back in the savings pot you keep above the shelves in your kitchen, and leaves to make whatever underground deals he needs to in order to get those meds. And you didn’t know a thing.

He must’ve been quiet for a while, because you continue. “And I’m glad you don’t do those scary things anymore.”

That gets his attention. “Scary things?”

“Yeah. Like, the smuggling and stuff.” You take a breath, tighten your arms around his waist. “I mean, I know why you did it. I’m glad you were able to look after yourself.”

Joel curses to himself, unable to wipe the tears that brimmed in his eyes as you spoke, because that would mean letting go of you.

“But I’m also glad you don’t do that anymore. You go out, and you work, even the horrible sewage shifts like tonight.” You giggle, but Joel can’t even force himself to smile. Shame consumes him.

“I’m proud of you, Joel.”

He’s silent. He doesn’t know what to say. He feels like shit.

If you notice his stillness, you don’t mention it. That alone makes his heart ache; you’d always been so understanding, so careful to make sure he’s okay while knowing exactly how to handle his feelings.

It’s odd, really, how fiercely you protect one another. He doesn’t let the darkness of the world so much as touch you, and you extract the horrors from his veins like a vacuum, making him forget the damage was ever even there.

His eyes flitter down, watching you drift asleep, finally at peace and free from pain. He exhales.

He’d never feel good about lying to you. But some things, he thinks, are worth it.

You are worth it.

And so he brushes away the hair that’s fallen over your eyes, trying to fight the droopiness of his own so he can keep them on you for just a second longer. But sleep overtakes him, and the only reason he lets himself fall into dreamland, is because he knows he’ll find you there, too.

[lagomoz]

Proseka headcanons

-as rui’s childhood friend, nene has extensive fire safety knowledge

-shizuku is adopted, hence why she looks so different from shiho. she was adopted shortly before the moon rabbit event and it contributed to her clinginess

-shiho forgets this fact sometimes. she’ll casually mention something like shizuku got all mom’s good genes so unfair and ichika has to be. um. shiho

-kanade is mildly nearsighted/myopic but spends so much time at her computer she hasn’t noticed

-emu is buff. she climbs multiple stories without breaking a sweat and is canonically part of the swimming, handball and rhythmic gymnastic clubs, you can’t tell me she doesn’t have some muscle

-saki helps out as a human notepad for tsukasa, reminding of him things he would otherwise forget within 5 minutes

-the vocaloids also help. at first it was unnerving to have hatsune miku be an extension of his psyche that knows his darkest secret (stole saki’s candy when he was 6) but now his phone has a more reliable catgirl themed reminder system

-you know that classic nightmare of leaving the house without pants? tsukasa has legitimately done that as a kid. he forgor. (saki will never let him live it down)

-in the kamiyama student council/hall monitor room, an has put up at sign saying “_ days since last kamishiro incident”

-the shinonome siblings both figured out the other one was gay before they figured it out about themselves

-airi’s great at trivia from her time as a variety show star. she still can’t beat minori at idol trivia, though

-ena keeps a diary with fort knox level security. try to read it and you’ll lose a finger

-saki learned to crochet from the old ladies in the hospital

-shiho’s most treasured phenny is a somewhat lumpy crocheted phenny holding a very lumpy crocheted bass guitar

-tsukasa snores. he falls asleep in 10 seconds and sounds like a dying lawnmower

-mizuki has learned a small bit of french from their sister and uses it exclusively to teach rui and an how to swear in french

-emu still celebrates her grandfather’s birthday, even if he’s not there to celebrate with her

-ena is allergic to dogs, the middle point to airi’s cat allergy and akito’s dog phobia

-rui has various small scars from his experiments over the years, but nobody ever believes the real causes (rocket launcher, robot bite, exploding balloon animal, etc.) so he just makes up a new cause every time someone asks

-mmj! has had repeated incidents of minori and airi’s little siblings walking into frame when streaming at their houses. shiho understands the concept of a livestream but has still been caught failing at creeping past like that one new broadcast of the guy crawling along the floor

-kanade has pots & eds, this one I have a reason for look at her symptoms. chronic exhaustion, heat and cold intolerance, comorbid sleep issues and depression, dizziness when standing up, fainting after standing up, very pale skin, family history of medical issues, pain at normal physical activities, exercise intolerance, vertigo at mild exertion, she just fucking dies during the entire baseball event, I could go on. she canonically gets pain in her hands from opening a jar girl that is not just being out of shape that is physical disability. this one I will go conspiracy board on listen to me I’m right

-kohane ate bugs as a kid. an is horrified, toya is confused, akito is impressed

-ena and airi got in trouble in middle school because they’d keep starting fist fights in defense of the others honor. if they saw the other in a fight they’d jump in guns blazing no hesitation no questions ask ready to throw the fuck down

-vbs!rin and len were given a skateboard by an and then promptly had the skateboard confiscated by meiko for property destruction

-haruka is horrible with slang. she asks the stream chat what poggers means and immediately uses it completely wrong, killing all viewers on impact

-minori is torn between thinking it’s cute and wanting to die

-toya has been banned from arcades before because he made them lose too much money/they suspected he was cheating

-ena brought kanade over for girls night and nearly scared akito half to death because he went down to get a late night snack and there was some Ghastly Creature looming in his kitchen

-kohane's parents stick out like a sore thumb when going to her live shows. it mortifies her that everyone on vivid street can recognize them as the only milquetoast middle aged couple dressed in normal clothes loudly going YOU'RE DOING GREAT SWEETIE that don't know the first thing about music

-minori knows basic programming. she mostly uses it for forums, blogs, html, other web design things usually related to idols as a hobby, but she's become the groups designated anti-shizuku tech support

-mafuyu has always been able to see ghosts but after adults figured she was just playing pretend as a kid so she shrugged and figured it was normal and not worth bringing up again

-honami has one of those massive extended families and somehow keeps track of them all. at any given time cousin #57 can crawl out of the woodwork and she remembers their new job, favorite food, past three romantic relationships and list of allergic reactions

-mizuki does doll customizing as a hobby. they prefer making human sized clothes, but it's fun to make them miniature too. they've introduced shizuku to it and she loves it, but doesn't have the heart to do anything that would hurt the doll (sawing limbs off, dunking them in boiling water, shoving wires in them, etc.)