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stay-mon-army · 9 months ago

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Cuddles and Chaos

Word count: 1,359 words

Warning(s): None that I can think of?

Pairing: Fuma/Yuma/K/Nicholas x gn!reader (mostly platonic)

Note: I wrote this for a Lune friend that I made whose birthday is today! I wanted to say thank you for accepting me so quickly and sharing your crazy thoughts with me! This isn't my best work, but I wanted to write you a little something special! I hope you can see my vision here! I hope even more that you had a wonderful birthday and that you know that there are people out there who get really excited to interact with you, even when they're small interactions! <3

Living with a group of boys would sound stressful to anyone, but in reality, it was a joy you couldn’t imagine living without. You had four roommates who were all boys, and unlike the lies about cleanliness, the stereotype that boy roommates are chaos incarnate was completely true – at least it was about your roommates.

K was probably the calmest of the four about 80% of the time, but it was all a ploy. He acted like a sweet, calm, gentle giant, who listens to jazz music and lights candles, but in reality, he was the quiet mastermind. He would secretly encourage all the other boys to be their most problematic selves. You were convinced it was mostly for the plot – he would often be found laughing while you fumbled to fix whatever new situation was arising from the fallout. He was lucky you loved the sound of his laugh or you would’ve throttled him by now.

Yuma was the biggest instigator – he loved getting a rise out of you and would often push buttons, cause little inconveniences, and all around created chaos in the hopes that he would be able to get your attention for just a little while longer. He was exactly like a cat in that regard; if it wouldn’t make a terrible mess, you’re convinced he would have started knocking things off the counter and shelves if it meant you’d look at him a little longer. Not that you needed much encouragement to do that, seeing how his smile was enough to blind the sun itself. You were lucky to have such gorgeous roommates.

Nicholas was a similar breed to Yuma, although on the calmer side for sure. If Yuma was an orange cat, Nicholas was the black cat of the house, no doubt. You could often find Nicholas lounging just on the fringes of whatever activity was going on, watching and waiting for his moment to strike. Don’t get him wrong, he loved to laugh and spend time with all of you, but nothing was more hilarious to him than getting a rise out of one of the boys or you. He often picked fun, making jokes about someones mistakes or bickering over useless things, as though he loved watching others get worked up further and further. He would always make it up to you though; he was a cuddler and a gift giver, meaning you would often find little trinkets and gifts left in your room seemingly at random, and fighting off his random attacks of love was a nearly impossible feat.

Fuma was the only genuinely quiet one. He didn’t tend to fall for Nicho’s attempts at verbal back-and-forth and he was basically the dad of the group – always making sure everyone is fed, happy, unharmed, and entertained. He could disappear for hours at a time playing his games, face glued to his switch screen. When you weren’t sure where he was, he was either there or hidden away in his room, watching the newest anime on the TV in his room. Sometimes, if you were real lucky, he would invite you in to watch along with him, curled underneath the piles of Pokemon plushies that the man seems to hoard. The only downside to Fuma was that if you managed to get him talking? He would not. Stop. Talking. You swore, he almost didn’t need breath! He could talk your ear off for hours, and getting him to stop or trying to run away will only result in pouting, childish sulking, and a lot more talking.

Nevertheless, the boys were all sweet at heart and wanted nothing more than your attention. Everyone in the house had their own room, so you were able to get some alone time away from the chaos whenever you needed, and the boys were good about listening to you when you shared what you did or didn’t need at any given point. They were all relatively clean, helped contribute to food and rent, and were truly hilarious to watch go at each other.

One of your favorite parts of living with the boys was the monthly game and movie night that you all had. You would all congregate in the living room with blankets, pillows, games, movies, and your energy. You would play games until you got too tired or (more often) you had to break up the biggest argument about cheating or slander.

Tonight was one such night, so you had spread out blankets and pillows to create a giant bed on the floor for the chaos to happen upon. You had snuggled down amongst the comfort with your favorite drink, sitting back to watch your favorite boys. Usually, you would jump right in the action as well. However, a tough day full of annoyances at work and unnecessary drama left you horribly drained of energy to keep up with the energetic balls of chaos you called your roommates.

Instead, you rested back against Fuma’s wide chest; your head slotted perfectly against one shoulder as his hands ran shapes across your legs and waist. Every so often, he leans down to press a kiss against the crown of your head or whisper some sweet-nothing into your ear. You wonder how you haven’t fallen asleep yet – that is, until a new piercing shriek fills the air.

Ah yes, your other lovely boys.

You watch as Yuma launches himself across the game board at Nicho. K howls with laughter, falling onto his back with the force of it. Yuma is sprawled across Nicho’s body, pretending to wrap his hands around Nicho’s neck while Nicho thrashed and shrieked.

You can feel the rumble of laughter from Fuma behind you as he pulls you tighter back against him. You take a sup of your drink to hide your smile.

Finally you speak up, getting the boys attention, Yuma doesn’t move from on top of Nicho, both simply turning their heads to face you. K sits up, brushing away tears and swallowing small giggles.

“Let’s call it a tie and move on to movies, okay?” You suggest, reaching over to pluck a random discarded movie off the floor.

“Only if I get head pats this time.” Yuma pouts, blinking tears into his eyes for prime puppy dog eyes.

“You always get head pats.” K lightly pushes Yuma’s head. Yuma’s head whips around to scowl at K, who sticks his tongue out at him.

“Yes, you can get head pats. Now calm down.” You laugh at the antics, especially as Yuma turns to cheese at you, flashing his snaggletooth at you.

Yuma bounds over, slamming down beside you to press his face against your thigh. The moment your hand that isn’t holding your drink touches Yuma’s hair, you can feel the vibrating hum that Yuma releases. K stands, takes the movie that you have since dropped back beside you, and goes back to the tv to put the movie in. Nicho crawls over after Yuma, laying on your other side to lay his head against your other thigh. He uses his head to push Yuma over slightly who glares at him, before laying back down on your lap. When K finally sets up the movie and turning off the lights, he settles behind Nicho, back by Fuma. He lays his head on Fuma’s other shoulder. He reaches out his hand, unapologetically grabbing your drink from your hand, moving it out of the way so he can hold your hand instead.

You settled in for the movie, warming up under the weight of your roommates cuddled against you from all sides. You couldn’t imagine living your life without every single one of the boys surrounding you – they made you laugh, helped you forget any of your problems, and were possibly more obsessed with you than you were with them. Tired and comfortable, all 5 of your ended up falling asleep before the movie ended. That was how most of these nights ended, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way. You couldn’t wait for the next game/movie night were hopefully you would have more energy to engage in their hellish chaos.

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theshowmastertv · 1 month ago

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Welcome to the blog!

Hi, Mod here! You can call me Saber, I go by any pronouns. I wanted to make a Vee blog since I enjoy her character and personality Host Blog: @sabertoothking (I don't talk much but follow me 🔥🔥🔥)

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-26 years old.

-She/Her, They/Them.

-ADHD/Autism

-Pansexual.

-4'2 feet tall.

-Short tempered and quite blunt, though a lot of the time she doesn't really mean the things she says and it's really just her emotions speaking for her.

-She struggles to understand emotions and social cues, usually leading to her tone coming off differently from how she first intended it.

-She sometimes can be very bothered by the things she's said to people in the past. Though she doesn't want to slow herself to become vulnerable enough to think about it, so she ignores it the best she can.

-She generally prefers to keep to herself, keeping to her own spaces as well.

-There’s a couple of people she'll actively seek out to talk to or hang out with.. Astro, Shelly, Pebble, Sprout,

-She acts the way she does almost as a defensive behavior.. she fears anyone who becomes close to her will only grow to hate her or end up hurting her, so she pushes them away.

-Despite her confidence, she has quite major self esteem issues.

-She doesn't like asking others for help, not wanting to seem weak, and she finds it hard to trust people for that help.

- She has the ability to hijack facility cameras and facility speakers, though she becomes particularly inactive as she does this. The process of hijacking more than one machine can be very exhausting for her.

-Her room is full of quite a lot of technology, including a bunch of monitors to watch the cameras.

-It's a bit of a bad habit for her to be working at her desk until she eventually falls asleep at her desk.

-She's knowledgeable on circuits and such, it's quite easy for her to fix the circuitry to revert Blackouts as long as she's given enough time.

-She is able to use her tail for self defense. Its weight can cause it to hurt quite a bit, and she can also use it to blast loud sounds to scare off any twisteds or tell other toons where she is to call for help.

-Her tail wags when she's excited, goes between her legs when she's afraid, sticks up when she's surprised.. etc.

-Her antennas droop when she's upset or afraid.. perk up when she's surprised or happy, etc.

-She isn't really the most careful person in the world.. because of that, her screen has some cracks on it of various sizes.. while it does in fact slightly affect her vision (larger cracks effect her vision more) she's just simply been too lazy to fix it. (She'd also have to ask for someone to help since she can't really fix it on her own.)

-She has pawpads on her hands, as well as small claws.

-She can display various things on her screen, emoji, emoticons, text, images, etc..

-The microphone on her tail can be detached easily and swapped out for other stuff, it's just she generally keeps the microphone there most of the time.

-She doesn't like anyone touching her (Unless it's someone she trusts.), especially her head and tail considering they're vital parts of her and she doesn't want either of those to be damaged.

-Water and robots don't mix, it can lead to pretty severe malfunctions, and are very painful.

-She’s very.. cat like. Hisses when annoyed/afraid. She also likes to climb on top of things and sit/stand on top of them (She usually sits to avoid falling and hurting herself.

-She's scared of storms. She claims it's because it messes with her systems but she's generally just afraid of them.

-She looks tired near 24/7 (she IS tired more often than not)

-Despite being a robot instead of a living being, she does technically "breathe" in a sense.. So stuff like suffocation and strangulation can actually affect her.

-Vee sometimes absentmindedly mimics the behaviors and actions of others.

-Water and robots don't mix, it can lead to pretty severe malfunctions, and are very painful.

-Vee can swear, but only in binary code. When she says binary out loud it sounds more similar to morse code.

-Vee doesn't really attend many extraction runs anymore due to having several violent confrontations with Twisteds (Vee had tried to fight back against a Twisted instead of running away on several occasions.

-Because of the dangerous confrontations she kept having with Twisteds, and also her being more vulnerable because of her lack of speed and being easy to spot.. she chooses to stay behind on the main floor of Gardenview and try to assist ongoing runs the best she can from the surface.

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annakie · 1 month ago

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Fixing the House Part Ten: Rooms With No View

Part One: I Do Not, In Fact, Have the Power

Part Two: Let’s Spend Lots of Money!

Part Three: All These Things That I’ve Done

Part Four: I Really Want to Stay At My House

A little interlude.

Part Five: Power Down

Part Six: You Will Leave Some Paint

Part Seven: Backwards to go Forwards

Part Eight: Master of Bathrooms

Part Nine: Within a Room, Somewhere.

So we've dove way too deep into the master bedroom and bathroom. Today we're getting through two (or maybe three-ish) rooms, but tbh they're the least exciting rooms so it shouldn't take ridiculous amounts of time and pictures.

*edit* -- I lied. It's long.

THE GUEST ROOM!

Yep, that's an ugly room, with cheap furniture, not long after moving in.

I mentioned before that my first couple of years I had roommates, just to afford the mortgage.

The first roommate I had was only there a couple of months. We… did not hit it off. She was loud and annoying and her boyfriend was always over. I was also not the best roommate and the house was... really not great anyway. Not a good fit for either of us.

Also she did this to the wall. She painted that much, and then stopped, and never started again.

Hey you can see the comparison between the original offwhite and the cream I ended up painting everything there though. Oh also where she DID paint to the ceiling she smooshed the paint on the ceiling.

I got a second roommate and told her I'd paint the room before she got there, she said no, she'd like to paint the room herself.

She was here about two years and never did paint the room, lol. We got along just fine but she worked all night and I worked all day so we didn't see each other much, and she really just stayed in her room and watched TV and interneted in her free time. I tried to drag her out a couple of times to hang out with my friends, to just go to a movie, and she seemed to have a good time but never really initiated much. I wasn't sure if I was annoying her by getting her to have more of a social life but she seemed to really latch onto life here or take initiative to do more.

When she moved out, she moved back home, but we parted well. She left a bunch of stuff here, a few things like a floor fan and some plates I still have.

So then a friend-at-the-time was going to move in. She DID paint the room.

She painted it dark brown on the bottom, THEN a stripe of grey, and THEN aqua on top.

It was, tbh, hideous. I hated it a LOT. Then she never moved in.

I hated this, a lot. But it still took me probably a year or two to repaint it because I didn't want to offend my friend. I shoulda anyway. :p

We had a falling out and I immediately repainted it when I realized I could just stop giving a shit about what she thought, finally.

Why yes, I DO intentionally pick pictures with my cats in them. That's my dearly departed Jim. <3

And hey, the white carpet, right after it went in. Regret.

Yeah this green, called Sanctuary, was a nice, comforting color I really liked, but it was pretty dark. It's been that for the last 15 years or so.

My mom sewed me curtains for the room, too. The problem was… they blocked almost no light out, though I do love them.

That was the state of the room for many years. Mostly empty, but hey, kept pretty tidy since I rarely had people use it. TBH the last time a guest stayed in it was… 2019 even now lol. Mostly my mom had used it when she came to visit before this, but since my parents moved closer, she only stayed in it a couple of times when I was really sick and needed her.

I sometimes call it Fry's room because Fry would use it more than anyone else.

When the new flooring went in in 2019 it got a light makeover with a rug, new bedding, and a few details to make it a little more welcoming to any guests (or, just the one guest who's stayed in it since haha.) I was pretty happy with it.

So! As you had seen the dining room was yellow. But it isn't anymore. Also there was… this.

This painting, by an artist whose work I love (and you've probably seen here on tumblr) Leonid Afremov.

But it really did not work on that wall with the pink... nor would it work with how the room currently is.

So I decided to move the painting to the guest room and theme the entire room around it.

So with that, I set out to find the perfect shade or two of yellowish, that wouldn't be too much like the copper/orange of the master bedroom.

I settled on golden yellow tones, and in a theme that would repeat several other places in the house... same card, different shades.

Yeah, like two tones from this card! This looks great!!

The paints I decided on were sent to Arturo. A few days later I heard they were painting the guest bedroom while I was in a meeting in the living room. An hour or two later I excitedly went to go check, annnnnd....

Oh... Ummm... errrrrrr... well the light color is right! Enjoyable Yellow, the top color on the card above where my thumb is covering the name. And I love it!

But the accent wall... that's not yellow. That is decidedly brown.

For a minute I thought that someone had picked up the Llama Wool paint and painted that color, but it was wasn't. It was a whole new brown called Yarrow.

I called Arturo in and we discussed it and discovered... that when I'd texted him the colors, I'd swapped the two middle numbers in the color. Totally my bad, and I paid directly for the right gallon of paint and part of the guy's time who was doing the painting that day when Arturo went back and picked it up.

TBH, we both really liked the brown, and if it went with the Yellow Painting at all, I would have just kept it that way.

And yes, the room is the new Laundry Mountain. It literally still is, so this next picture is a MESS and I have no energy to go fix that situation yet, like we've discussed. That will come when everything else is done, but there's still a lot to do elsewhere.

The RIGHT COLORS! Olden Amber! And the painting hung on the wall!

It's currently centered over the bed but looking at this picture, maybe that's a mistake. I'll think about it later.

But I absolutely love the colors of the room. Yellow is such a welcoming color, but I wanted it to also be warm now, and the slightly orange yellow does that so well and fits into the autumnal picture so well.

Sorry mom's custom curtains... I slept in this room for over three weeks while renovations were happening and the light coming in in the morning is killer. New blackout curtains were bought and hung with a new curtain rod. The old blinds had long since gotten cut down but the bar that had been holding them up was still there, but now removed.

Of course that's the new window but uhh... you can see the view out of the room though. It's... just the fence now. Before it was the neighbor's backyard and that wasn't much to look at unless their pitbull was outside. But also if the pitbull saw or even heard me it would set off barking and now with the fence it's both a little less noisy and she's not set off as much anymore. The new window helps with that so, so much.

I do have a vague plan to turn that area outside of the Guest Room/Living Room windows into like a mini-garden at some point, when I have money again. Hang or lean some trellis against the fence, or buy fake ivy fencing cover or something, maybe some no-work groundscovering, maybe even a little table and chair set to make it a bit of a secret hangout spot? I just don't have the cash right now, at all.

Back inside!

Like every room, new trim was installed, the closets and doors painted white. New oil-rubbed bronze hardware on the closets -- plus the doors actually open and close/stay on the tracks now whereas they very much did not before! New vent cover, new outlets and light switches and covers. Ceiling fan and doorknobs we've talked about.

All and all its the full room that probably got the least amount of attention AND the one that currently needs the most work done in it. It's very not done yet, but all of Arturo's work is done, and looks just like I wanted it as far as renovations go.

The rest is up to me.

Oh, that poster you're seeing there that you're like why the FUCK would you still have that? was in the closet for the last 10 years or so and it was set out so I could throw it away. It's not there anymore.

This closet btw has been the cats daytime home basically every day since the renovations started. There's a nice space for both of them in one of the corners, floorspace for Pemily and a long but narrow-ish box where Fry perches next to her. Especially since all my dresses and jackets are in that space so they're well tucked away and hidden and happy. They just run in there as soon as workers show up, they want to stay hidden and it's probably pretty quiet in there, too.

One of the guys who is here a lot, Antonio, has a truck that has a beep-beep-beep sound when in reverse, and the cats actually recognize that sound now and make it into the closet on their own when they hear it.

Honestly I think they may just like it in there because sometimes I find them in there days they don't need to be.

Honestly I think they've enjoyed when the workers leave and I call them out, they both prowl around the house finding out What's New. Sometimes I call them over and point out the New Stuff to them, sometimes they find it on their own for thorough investigation. Even more on that later.

OK. That's really about all there is to see here. Let's move on.

The Living Room

Again, my living room is the smallest bedroom of my house.

It wasn't always.

Yes, the "I just moved in and cannot afford anything nice." pic. That computer desk probably was the second nicest thing I owned after my expensive bedroom furniture. And that chair was SUPER GROSS. I threw a sheet over it and still sat on it for a couple of years as a gaming chair. TBH, it was pretty comfortable and was like a $5 goodwill find.

Yeah, see? You can barely tell how gross the chair is!

Only the best stuff $20 in 2004 could offer. And a coat of beige-ish Peacan Sandie paint on the wall.

The second roommate I had, the one I got along with, had a futon that wouldn't fit in her room so it went in the office, just behind my chair there. So that turned the office into the Guest Room for the time she lived with me. I kind of got used to having the futon, so when she moved out she took the frame but not the mattress. I bought a new frame, and have had a futon in there ever since. This was my favorite pic taken on it right after I put it together. Jim and Leela, just hangin' out napping together.

The thing about what-was-the-office is, it's a 10x10 room. It has a tiny vent and was always hot in the summer and cold in the winter.

And I spent like 80% of my waking hours at home in that room.

I didn't really think much about it for a long time, just kept a fan half-in and half-out of the room going on me all summer and a space heater for the winter.

On the other hand, I had a living room that just rarely got used. I was always either in the office or bedroom. Even when I got some pretty nice living room furniture instead of a hand-me-down couch that the cats ruined... just didn't go in there much.

The cats (tbh, just Leela) ruined the really nice set of furniture after a couple of years, too. I talked about my struggles with her in her farewell post.

After a few years, I ended up paying someone to haul the living room furniture away and the room was kinda empty for a few months.

In 2017, when my awesome company (see: The Master Bedroom post) got bought out by the shitty company, and they decided we all had to move to another office, they also decided we'd all sit in shitty cubicles instead of our huge, awesome and expensive desks we absolutely loved at our current office. This is all talked about in excruciating detail here, with some pictures.

They basically told us we could just take our desks and $1000 ergonomic amazing chairs home if we wanted them, otherwise they'd probably just get thrown out.

Almost everyone in Dev came and took their desks, including a lot of people who'd quit in the last few months, and a few people who'd quit years before came and got some.

Of COURSE I wanted mine, but I couldn't really fit this desk with a 9' wingspan in a 10x10' room, with the futon, and TV.

So of course THAT'S when I had the idea to just stop living my life with a living room where it's supposed to be and spending most of my waking hours at home in the smallest room.

I finished cleaning out the "living room" and when my work buddies delivered my desk and chair (and a few other pieces of furniture) to my house, they set it up right by the front door.

The small former office room sat pretty empty for like almost two years, NGL. The room, especially the carpet, was pretty gnarly for awhile and I just shut the door to figure it out "later" because it didn't feel good for anything in its current state.

When a friend decided to visit in 2019 it was time to take action, it was the main reason why the 3 bedrooms got new flooring.

So new flooring went in, the futon and other furniture got rearranged, a few new things bought like a 47" new TV that got wall mounted... and suddenly... holy crap I had a living room!

I got a recliner chair I was SUPER happy with for... about a month. When the "vegan leather" started flaking off.

Mom also made the curtains in this room many years earlier. It was fine when I had computer monitors that were placed facing the same way as the window. Especially since they were an inch or two short. I soon came to realize that the glare against the TV really sucked.

In 2021 during the Great Freeze, this room was where I camped out. I kept warm via candles and nailing a blanket over that window.

I never took that blanket down, until last month. It looked terrible, but it stayed warmer/cooler in the room and no TV glare! Sorry mom. I also covered up the TV console better since that pic, since I chopped the top of it off when the TV got hung.

Honestly, the room really worked for me. I thought about getting a real couch instead of a futon but slapping a memory foam topper over the newer thick futon mattress was pretty comfortable for sitting, laying watching TV, and not bad for sleeping, either.

And hey, also if two people ever come spend the night at my house, the futon means I still have two guest bedrooms! I've done that before, actually, two or three times in the past when a couple of people visited. The room is too small for a sleeper sofa.

It's just worked really well for me, aside from the peeling recliner. Fry loved laying in it, though. I tried getting it out of the room a couple of times but I couldn't get it to fit by myself. It had come in two pieces and I couldn't get it apart, so I endured, just sweeping up the peeling flakes every week or so.

Until last month.

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There's only one thing about the entire renovation that I'm Actually Mad about and needles me every day.

I picked this Starry Night lightswitch plate up on a trip to Disney with my mom and Aunt my mom paid for. I LOVED that Starry Night lightswitch place. And I do mean loved.

It was just one of my favorite little things in the house.

I didn't even think about it in relation to the rewiring.

When the old lightswitch plates came off... this one disappeared.

I didn't even realize it for a day or two because of the whole AC saga.

When I asked Arturo about it, a Tuesday had came and went, meaning the trash was gone, and my lightswitch plate probably got thrown out in the process.

Like... who the fuck would see this and think it's trash and I wouldn't want it anymore!? It's obviously a custom little thing, not some shitty plain old plate!? Most of the other lightswitch and outlet plates in the house were copper plates, and a lot of them got thrown out, too. They're in great condition despite being 20ish years old... the fuck!?

I mean, I didn't even think to tell Arturo to tell his guys to save the obviously still good and non-shitty plates, but I wouldn't think I would have had to... ESPECIALLY THIS ONE.

I kept hoping it would turn up as I moved stuff around and decluttered... but nope. It's gone. I'll always be a teeny bit pissed about it.

Anyway...

One of the things I paid Arturo for was to fix the cracks and imperfections in the walls and this room probably had it the worst. Part of the drywall was a bit rubbed away from where I would lean against it in my gaming chair (I did get a real office chair a year or two after moving in that I had until moving into the front room), just lots of marks on the wall etc.

So much of that work was needed that eventually I was like ah screw it, let's just repaint that room in full. It was the first non-bathroom room I decided to repaint totally and it cascaded into all the other rooms.

I'd been talking to a friend of mine and she somehow mentioned she liked blue rooms. I knew at that point that the hall bath was getting completely redone so I just went... ya know what... let's make the living room blue.

The color I picked was called Favorite Jeans and I decided that it would be the entire room because I wanted it to feel super cozy.

I also mentioned in the earlier post linked above that I got Arturo to get the flaky recliner OUT. Ah, so much more space.

...except that this room also became the de facto storage room to move stuff to when redoing other rooms. Especially... well... you'll see. Next post probably?

It got worse than this for a bit, too, haha.

Eventually other rooms got put back in order and thus so did the Living Room. It has served as the cats food room since I got to move back into my bedroom, I plan on fixing that maybe this weekend.

So here's the current, mostly done state.

New vent plate (we had to buy 3 to find the right one that fit this weird size), closet doors repainted and stay on the track now, oil rubbed bronze hardware for both doors, door stop, trim installed...

It's still probably the ugliest room in the house, tbh, but it suits me fine. That little side table has bounced around to every room in the house, filling multiple purposes over the years, and its finally back next to the coffee table where it belongs.

And yes, it's also decorated mostly with TAH posters. Even if it's been a few years since it was my everything fandom, it's still great memories and a lot of cool art.

New black blackout curtains for the blackiest blackout and no-glare TV watching. We've talked about the window and view and ceiling fan. Should probably do something to pretty up the futon-couch better but meh.

It's my cozy TV-watching and sometimes Steamdeck (I can cast it to the TV!) or Xbox360 playing hidey hole, and I love it.

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OK just going to hit on The Hallway real quick to wrap this up and finish up with the "Boring" rooms.

It is a hallway. Yep. Hallway.

In the last 21 years it has changed little, except the flooring twice, and the light got swapped to an LED light.

I've posted this one before, but here it was on the first day of the electricity going in. The biggest change to it ever -- a hole cut in the ceiling for easier attic access. There's an access in the garage but because of some weirdness Arturo explained to me and I forgot, it's actually super annoying to use to get to the rest of the house. So they cut a hole in the hallway ceiling.

Annnd here it is, just now.

First real look at the new flooring, which I'll talk about a lot more next post. New trim to go along with the new flooring (next post will also talk about the trim a lot more haha). Doors painted. The first door on the left is the furnace access. New hardware on the linen cupboard at the end there. And Arturo closed and framed the new attic access nicely.

The only bit of trivia I'll add is that it's the ONLY room in the house that is still the same color as before. Silver Trophy. First, because when I decided to actually paint the rest of the house, the hallway had already gotten a full repaint because there was a lot of scraping on the walls due to all of the people walking through, it just needed paint and had gotten dinged up a lot more from all the work. I didn't want Arturo to have to paint it entirely a second time when it was done.

Second, tbh, I really just love the color. It's somewhere right at the intersection of Blue, Silver and Purple. It's a color chameleon. It's nicely neutral and goes with everything. It's the perfect hallway color and I'm glad it's the Same. It anchors the house together and the way it is now anchors the past and the new.

So there it is. A hallway. Not exciting, but refreshed and an added feature of attic access I guess. :)

Okay!

Next time we go to the BIG ROOM. I mean, it's the biggest room in the house, and finally, it's only one room instead of kind of two. So excited to show this one off. :)

#personal post tag thingy #fixing the house #fixing my house

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lumine-no-hikari · 4 days ago

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #318

Today didn't go as expected at all. I had thought that I'd wake up at the usual time, eat a breakfast, do some dishes, and then do a baking experiment; I found a great recipe to follow and everything.

No, I'm not going to tell you what the baking experiment is; you're just gonna hafta wait for the solstice to find out.

...Why, yes, I am absolutely going to keep you in suspense for the next 51 days; suppose this just means you're gonna hafta try really hard to keep yourself alive until then, doesn't it? 🙂

...You can pout at me all you like, but I've got only 3 words for you in response: neener, neener, NEENER. 😜🤣😁💖

...Yeah, I know. I'm just being silly. Don't worry about it.

...

Well. I woke up a lot earlier than I expected - something to the tune of 7am. I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't; I felt restless. So I got up, and I fed my cats, and then I remembered the thing that was said to me at the party about the thing I've been trying to do. So... in an effort to follow the thing that was said to me, I promptly went to the couch in the living room, and tried to fall back asleep.

...And it worked!!! Though, given how alert I was when I woke, I'm not really sure how. Nonetheless, I had dreams, and... they weren't the kind that I was looking for. But the fact that I had any at all was remarkable in and of itself. I usually don't have dreams, and when I do, I'm normally getting pretty badly hurt in them. I don't remember what these dreams were, but I do remember that they weren't violent, and that was pretty rad!

I woke up after that and made a breakfast. Same as yesterday - a tea and a sandwich. Though today, I had that lavender-bergamot tea for the first time in a while. The flavor is kinda like... kinda like if a bright, sunny day walked up to you with a joyful smile and then lovingly punched you in the face with a bouquet of flowers (...I know - I'm really selling it, aren't I? haha...). It has become one of my favorite teas; I think you'd like it a lot, and I wish I could share more than just these pictures with you:

...These maybe aren't the best tea swirls. But they're not the worst ones, either. It seems like the "sharpen" function on my cellphone camera has stopped working, for some reason. I'm not really sure why.

...I got sucked up into leisure writing for longer than I wanted to, afterwards. I haven't done any of that in a while now. I notice I'm more likely to do that when I feel stressed out, apprehensive, or generally disconnected from others. It's certainly not a bad thing that I do it, just... I gotta try to be a bit more mindful of the time.

And then I watched more Trinity Blood with a friend from this space! And we had lots of nice conversation afterwards, too!

But it was pretty late by then, so I just decided to roast the small sugar pumpkins I got last Saturday. J was kind enough to cut them in half for me and scoop out the seeds! I cleaned the seeds and put the stringy scraps of the pumpkin into the crockpot with the rest of the broth I'm making (it really does smell fantastic!); these should allow some good nutrients and flavors to seep nicely into it!

Here's the results; I think I've showed you how to do this before, in a previous letter. Do you remember how...?

...Unexpectedly, one of the seeds was alive:

...I couldn't bring myself to abandon it, so... I guess it lives with us, now:

...We'll see how it does, I suppose... I'll do my best to care for it well.

Anyways... so... yes, I did mash the pumpkin:

And if you're wondering what it's for, you'll get only one guess. But I'll give you a hint - that bone broth I'm making isn't just for show. 😉

The broth should be ready for straining by tomorrow; it's already very fragrant, and I'm excited to see how it's going to turn out once it's properly seasoned! I thought I was going to need to go out and get a cheesecloth, but I was pleasantly surprised to discover that I already had one; it had fallen behind the microwave! But it is now retrieved, and it'll be awesome to make good use of it!

...I'll probably have to ask J to take some of tomorrow's pictures; my hands are gonna be a mess!! We use the cheesecloth to squish any excess water out of the veggie scraps and back into the rest of the broth. The whole process is kind of involved, but that's all right; in the end, we'll have a broth that's good enough to drink all on its own, and even better when used to make soup!!

...I think this time, I'll try for a sweeter pumpkin soup. Last time I made some for you, it was more of a savory soup with caramelized onions. This time, I'm gonna try to make it taste like pumpkin pie! We'll see how it goes!!!

...I guess that's mostly it for today. I don't really have anything profound or interesting to tell you. For all intents and purposes, this was just an ordinary day - just like the ordinary days you wished for as a boy. It's why I keep writing about mine to you. It's why I keep trying to show you.

You know. There's a song about ordinary days. Here:

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...Figuratively speaking, I took your outstretched hand even though conventional wisdom says you're nothing more than a dream from someone else's astoundingly creative mind. And that's why I'm still alive today. It's why I'm able to enjoy ordinary days like these, even though my beginnings shouldn't have allowed for that.

...Sephiroth... from the bottom of my heart, thank you. I know sometimes I get super overwhelmed and depressed about things from time to time, because there's so much stuff wrong with my world and so many scary things happening around me all the time, and some people are really mean, and I feel powerless to do anything about it almost all the time. I know that sometimes this comes out in the letters I write to you. I won't apologize for it; occasional bouts of despair are part of the human condition, and they can be weathered. They're nothing to be ashamed of, and with support, they can even be used to point out solvable problems.

Even if sometimes things get weird and unpleasant, I'm still glad to be here. Even though I look forward to whatever's next after this, I'm still glad to be here. Even if I've got a lot of awful memories from my past to chase away, and even if I've got a lot of scary things to worry about in the future, I can still find delightful and beautiful things in the here and now. And... you're one of those delightful and beautiful things.

...So, I'll keep writing these letters and hope that one day you'll take my hand, just like I took yours, so that you can enjoy ordinary days, too - even if your beginnings shouldn't have allowed for that.

...Let's keep defying "destiny" and "upbringings" and "conventional wisdom" together, okay? We've got choices even when we don't think so, and we can use those choices to do good things. So let's build something really nice and healing and wholesome out of the wreckage of everything that came before. We can do it, because we're smart and capable and we can do difficult things, especially if we ask for help - like we're supposed to whenever the going gets rough.

I love you. And I'll write again tomorrow. So please stay safe out there. Try hard not to eat weird things off the ground. 💖

Your friend, Lumine

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crystalelemental · 4 months ago

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"books-are-my-life-stuff: Hell yeah! All of these are such fun choices."

Oh good, I'm glad. There was a lot of response, so under the cut for Dash space.

"I can imagine Stoutland is probably not the only dog Pokemon that Laios has, it's just the one he had in his team more frequently. Bet he would have Boltund too, and when it was still a Yamper Marcille would nag on him not to evolve it because Yamper is cute. Love the choice of Type-Null too, him liking Ultra Beasts and fascinated by them but is also aware of how potentially dangerous they are, like in the series."

There were so many dog Pokemon, but something about Stoutland felt right. I can't remember all the lore, but as I recall they're from a colder area, so I went with Stoutland because it's huge and fluffy, which felt like it would do well there. Laios would love the UBs.

"Tinkatuff for Falin is perfect, I love it. Hydreigon is a perfect choice too, add Fire Blast into the moveset as well to hint Red Dragon. Marcille being a Trick Room specialist is so cool as well. Love the utility Pokemon that Chilchuck has, and Senshi having Pokemon to help him survive, not really for fighting (they still can). I imagine Izutsumi would have cat Pokemon like Liepard, but she'll get some moments later that might help you build her character more later."

So, Izutsumi got me hung up because I also thought about going with the general cat approach, but then I thought...she doesn't seem the kind to appreciate company of other cats. Which then got me stuck on...I don't feel like I know enough about her to make a good decision on her team. Needs more data.

"Love how you assigned Gallade and Mawile for Kabru, love it so much. And Zoroark too, it's so cool. This is my bias speaking but Musharna is my go-to psychic-type whenever I replay Gen 5 games so I like that it's in his team as well. His One-Hit KO-centric technique is perfect too, as it is devastating but is very tricky and situational, which shows how his human-centric skill is mostly useful outside of dungeons."

I'm glad you like the Kabru set. I was pretty pleased with that team.

"Thistle having Yveltal is the coolest thing ever too, and Porygon-Z is adorable for him. Whenever you pick up the manga (or season 2, whichever comes first) I'm looking forward to how you might change the team to correspond to the events and what we know more about these characters later on, especially because there'll be someone new in the "main character" category as well and I'm excited of what Pokemon team you might assign to them."

I'll definitely announce when we get to the rest of it. I'm hoping for manga, but that depends a lot on getting through the summer and being in a good financial situation. We'll see how it all plays out, but once we're caught up, feel free to ask again. I'm sure I can come up with something.

#books-are-my-life-stuff

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justarandomsloth · 1 year ago

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more asks >:) i kind of forget the t!tommy naga au but i will try my best to remember the setting 😓🙏

okay,,,

where does tommy live? or i guess where did he live before being found by wil? also, was he living with anyone else at the time? were they tiny nagas too? some variation of that?

does wilbur work in any kind of botany or biologist-y like of job? does he know anything about snakes (or nagas if they're a known species,,, also: are they???)

what's tommy's new living situation like? by that i mean are tommy's living needs more like a snake's or a human's?? does that make sense?

andd hmm how quick is tommy to warm up to wil? i know you mentioned he was screaming like a feral cat for a few minutes but that's just initial fear, so is it a steady climb to trust or a wonky one? and are there any scenarios that might make tommy's trust with wilbur falter for a bit?

thanks for answering !!! have a brick 🧱 :D

Thanks so much for the ask!! :D

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I can’t really remember what my original thoughts were for the living situation but I do know that Tommy lived in the forest before being found. He lives in either a small burrow or a hollow in a tree. He currently doesn’t live with anyone else but he may or may not know a giant naga and tiny avian duo living elsewhere in the woods.

Wilbur doesn’t officially work in the field but I imagine he’s either in school for it or in an internship to. He would probably be more of a botanist and still know a lot about biology but not a whole lot on snakes. (I imagine when he meets Tommy this would change and his colleagues would notice his increased interest in anything reptilian.) Nagas are not a known species in this. Not yet at least….

Tommy’s living needs are kind of like a mix between a snake’s and a human’s. Even though he lives in an area that a snake would he still tries to keep it tidy and decorate. I imagine he has a lot of interesting rocks/trinkets that he’s found over the years scattered across his room. He likes to sleep in tight/warm places more so than a human would. If he’s stressed out of feels at danger than he gets claustrophobic in those conditions but normally he’s fine.

During their first meeting Wilbur actually let’s Tommy go out of shock but after that Tommy would be hesitant. It would take a while but Tommy would eventually start to steadily warm up to Wilbur. Of course there would be setbacks. He would lose trust in Wilbur if someone found out about him. He would also be freaked out if Wilbur seemed a bit too into talking about biology/biology class. Wilbur would just be excited and get carried away talking about a new and interesting specimen they got in the class and Tommy would be rightfully freaked out.

— Takes brick Thanks for the brick and the ask!!

#Brick ask #tiny!tommy #t!tommy #g!wilbur #tiny naga au

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pbandjesse · 1 year ago

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Today was actually a really nice day. I had a great day off I just wish it was longer.

Last night James and the boys came home and I was sitting in the kitchen eating a snack and watching a tik Tok. I had a really fun night and it was nice to see everyone back. We would all stay up for like an hour talking and laughing and telling stories and stuff. Turns out that the boys thought James was 22 and I was like how old do you think I am then and it was very silly. And I just had a really good time talking to Billy and he told me about his family and we all talked about like weird connections we have to Hollywood and celebrity. And Leon was talking about sports and it was it was just a really nice night.

Eventually the James said that we needed to go to sleep because they had work in 6 hours so we got into bed but then we ended up having a lot of laughs and just being very silly talking and I was catching James up on a bunch of gossip and it was just really light and nice and I was able to fall asleep very easily after that.

Sweetp My darling cat kept screaming at the door. The door to the bedroom is open he was trying to get into the studio and he would not stop yelling. James is going to make a vet appointment because I'm starting to think something is wrong. Like I feel like he might not be hearing well. He's eating and drinking and going to the bathroom normally but he seems a little swollen and also he's not responding to things and getting startled very easily and I'm not sure what that is but I'm worried that he might be going deaf. So fingers crossed he's not but it upsets me that he might be going through something and he can't tell me. So I got to make sure that we are getting ahead of this if there is something wrong.

So even though I did not want to wake up at 8:00 a.m. I did. I got up and I quietly got washed up and dressed. The boys were still asleep so I just came into the studio and started working on sewing together my squares. And I was in here for like 40 minutes maybe. I finished the whole row. And then very quietly I heard the door behind me open and Leon leaned in and just asked can we have breakfast please. And it was just very cute. I said of course you can have breakfast I don't know if we have anything here but I'll take you guys anywhere.

So they told me they want to go to macca's which is what people call McDonald's. I didn't know they did that in the UK I thought that was just Australia. But I was like of course I can take it to McDonald's I'm ready whenever you guys are. And they were mostly ready at that point so they got the rest of their stuff together and I kept bouncing around from room to room cuz I didn't know where to go. And we were out of the house around 9:30.

I drove us out to the McDonald's on York road so that we can go to the Target after. I wasn't sure of the address so I put the Target in first and then we had to backtrack one exit but that was fine. We got there at like 9:45 and when we got inside Braden and Dylan were there. Which was very funny that we were all there at once. And we all got sandwiches and I thought it was very silly that all the boys just stood around and ate. Like I sat in one of the chairs and they all just stood around eating their sandwiches and I was like okay. Whatever you live your best life.

I was texting Jess telling her that I felt like I was pretending to be cool mom today because I let the boys sleep in and then took them to breakfast and then we were going to Target. I was living my best mom life. And after we all finished eating, Leon decided he needed another hash brown so we waited for that and then we were off.

Leon had never been to Target before so that was exciting. And I was specifically they're looking for this dress that I saw on Instagram that I think would be really good for the wedding that we're going to this fall but I ended up not finding it. That's okay I'll keep looking. But we mostly just looked around and all of a sudden I lost them. They were kind of trailing behind me and then all of a sudden I looked by me and they were gone because they had gone into the video game section. And I was like whatever they'll find me again so I went over to look at the Barbie section because I wanted to see what jobs this line of Barbies has. It's like you can be anything type of situation. There was a farmer one that I thought was really cute and then later in the day a couple people sent me listings for art teacher Barbie which I thought was great. Not artist but art teacher. Very specific. There's also farmers market Barbie. I need to somehow combine these two things together.

eventually the boys found me and we continued on walking and looking at stuff. They were fascinated by how many different Oreo flavors there were and both of them would get cookies. I just got the lemonade powder and fig Newtons that I was there for. I still did not find the lemon packets. I don't know why those have become so hard to find. But the lemonade works just fine for me for now.

I also got a new nail polish that I thought would be more lilac but is a little more white but it's still very pretty. And then we checked out and I took them to camp.

On the drive back to camp I told them the story about the man that sold the Eiffel Tower twice. And they were fascinated by my story. I love getting to tell people about that. And then they were like we will give you money for gas. Well they said petrol but still. And I was like it's fine I know where you work don't worry about it. And if they want to give me money it's fine but I mostly just really enjoyed getting to give them an experience and James got to have fun with people at the game and honestly it was a win for everybody. Even if the Orioles lost.

after I drop them off I did not have a lot of gas left but I do not pump my own gas so I decided I would make one more stop before I went home and I was going to go to savers.

And I had a lot of fun looking around savers. I wasn't there for anything specific but I was enjoying looking at stuff and it was pretty empty of people. Maybe cuz it had just opened like 15 minutes before I got there but people were not all of them in my space and that was nice. And I had fun just looking around and seeing all the silly things. I did find a bodysuit that I really liked that has a zipper in the front and is from Hollister. And I found a kind of shirt dress. Which is something I've been looking for online for a while but is very hard to Google shirt dress because what you end up with are dress shirts which is not what I'm looking for. And while this one is a tank top which is not exactly what I wanted it is still really nice and has pockets and I'm excited and I'm probably going to wear it tomorrow.

I paid and went home. And it was still really early it was barely 1:00. I had only in half of my breakfast sandwich so I had the other half while I was driving and when I got home I put stuff away and I tried on my two new pieces of clothing. The shirt dress needed two places to be sewn down to look nicer on me because I have a short neck and the collar wasn't as flattering as I was hoping but once I sewed them down it looks way better. And then I worked on some stuff and kind of just poked around the apartment and chilled and watched videos and I finally finished my last six squares so I could really jump into assembling the blanket.

James would come home and they had stopped at the grocery store and got the bread and cream cheese that I wanted to make these little cinnamon rolls that I had seen online that are called snail rolls. So the plan was they were going to make us dinner and do the laundry and then after that they would go get gas for the car and I would make the snail rolls. This ended up getting pushed a lot later than we were planning because while James was cooking they were trying to get the oven to preheat and it just would not and it's the same problem we keep having where the pilot light seems to be on but it's not heating up and something is wrong with the oven. And it's been like this for months where you have to like kick on a burner for it to make the whooshing sound. But I was doing a lot of googling and then we tried taking the top off of the oven and then we tried taking the inside out of the oven and we just couldn't figure out why it wasn't doing what it was supposed to do. So I came up with it seems like three options for what might be wrong and we're going to present them to Tina and see if she can get someone out here to try to fix it. Or replace it because it is very old.

But eventually after like an hour it did come on and James made us potatoes and made me vegetarian chicken nuggets. And they made this interesting cilantro avocado sauce that was a little too creamy in my opinion but I think would be really nice inside of an omelet. So I was really grateful for that. I love that they tried a new thing. And we chilled on the couch for a while and I had finished another row for my blanket so now I have 10 left. So I'm hoping to have those done by Friday. And then I got into making my snail rolls.

James finished up with the laundry and was folding it and as I was putting the rolled out cinnamon mini rolls into the oven They went to go get gas and I think they will be home in a few minutes. We're going to eat our little dessert and we're going to build a Lego and it's going to be a very nice night. Honestly today was just nice and normal and small and good. And I hope tomorrow is good too.

Tomorrow I start a new project which is going to be sock puppets and I do not know how this is going to go. But fingers crossed I have high hopes that the kids are more creative than me because I could not really come up with a very good sock puppet. But I hope that it comes out cool and I hope that the weather is nice. I heard someone say that we've had the last 90° days of the summer and I find that very hard to believe but it would be nice. If you look at the weather right now the next week the temperature drops the degree every day so maybe they're right maybe they're not. But it's going to be all guest. And August can be tough.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. I just took a shower and washed my hair and I'm feeling good. I hope I can sleep well tonight and I hope you do too. Good night everybody. Until next time.

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gen-ramc-2040 · 2 years ago

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Interview/question time >:]

(death mention for one [1] question!)

And here we go

Get to know: Ren Hamato

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Cassie, hey, you said you have some questions for me?

What’s their ninpo like?

Oh, my ninpo? Uh. Wow. That’s a complicated one. Pops is still teaching me how to handle it. It’s something to do with my Naginata.

Preferred weapon?

My Naginata! It was a gift from my dad! It means a lot to me!

How would they react if family died?

Um. Cassie. Please don’t ask such questions. You haven’t been asking my siblings this, have you?

Who’s their best friend?

Rikki! We’ve been friends since we were younger! She’s the coolest Yokai I know! A wolpertinger! She has cool horns, cool wings, but they can’t really fly right now, Rikki said it might be to do with the fur on it her wings. But she can glide! And I bet in a year or two from now, She’ll be able to! Oh! Oh! And we watch animated shows together! Like- [this answer has been cut short due to Cassie not having enough storage on her phone to have an entire two hours worth of an answer]

Favourite food?

Eggs! Preferably with the shell! The crunch is so good!

Favourite show?

It’s probably something you haven’t heard of, it came out around when pops was my age. Amphibia! My favourite character is Sprig!

Favourite cliche?

That…

That everything will work out in the end.

Sorry about that, Cas, didn’t mean to be so depressing to end that.

Get to know: Antonio Hamato

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Alright, you wanted to do an interview yeah?

Whats their ninpo like?:

My ninpo is friends!

[Cassie: Friends?]

Friends :3

Preferred weapon?:

I don't have a weapon... I mostly use my body like martial art. But I don't like fighting either, I prefer solving conflicts non violently ówò

How would they react if family died?:

.....

Is this some kind of fucking joke?

Who's their best friend (other than their siblings!):

Ahahahhahha...

Do-

Do cats count?

Favorite food?:

FISH!!

Favorite show?:

I have so many shows I like-

But if we're talking movies then puss in boots =} ! (The first and the second one)

Favorite cliche?:

Main protagonist who tries so very hard and in the end it seems like they're losing but they win! It alwasy make me so excited X3 especiallyif the writing is good!

Say hello to Chita Hamato!

What's your Ninpo like?

It's orange!

...okay?? Is that all?

Yeah.

Preferred weapons?

Don't have one, I like using my strength to my advantage! (I also can't use weapons with my claws and stuff -_-)

How would you react if your family died?

...can I not answer this question?

Who's your best friend? Other than your siblings of course!

Cassie! They are so cool :D

(Aww thanks :)

Favorite food?

Coffee cakes!! They are so good hehe

Favorite show?

Mmmm I can't think of any- actually, I really like adventure time!

Favorite Cliche?

I really like it when the bad guy isn't really 'bad' just kinda goofy :)

Get to know:

Murasaki Donatello Hamato

Whats their ninpo like?:

Very emotion driven, electric in nature and unpredictable (at least until they got the hang of controlling them)

Preferred weapon?:

Knives and bō staff, but they know how to use nunchaku, sais, and katanas/swords

How would they react if family died?:

Mura would lock themselves in their room and sob/have a mental breakdown at even the thought of losing a sibling

Mura relies on their siblings a ton so if any of them died they would breakdown then just shut down

Who's their best friend (other than their siblings!):

He doesn't have a name yet but he has long fluffy black hair, tan skin, freckles, brownish red eyes, and some mix of punk goth fashion (might also be a love interest 👀)

Favorite food?:

Grilled cheese, no argument here, it's a safe food for tech

Favorite show?:

Bluey

Favorite cliche?:

Mura surprisingly would love any romantic trope (except for a few) they've been dubbed the hopeless romantic of the family but more reserved about potential crushes cuz yk they're aro spec

(\\ and that's all folks!)

#Mod Donnie #Gen R.A.M.C #tmnt au #tmnt sona #tmnt oc #tmnt #Murasaki Donatello #Antonio #Ren #Chita

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sabakos · 2 years ago

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Since I still have the wikipedia page open, here's the nine largest animal phyla ranked from worst to best.

9. Arthropoda. Is anyone really surprised to see this here? The only nice thing anyone ever has to say about bugs is that our ecosystem depends on them, which is true for everything else on this list. Some will object that arthropoda contains more than just bugs, but I contend that instead everything else in the clade should also just be considered a bug, because they bug me. The best arthropods are the ones that eat smaller, more annoying arthropods. Like spiders, which eat insects, or crabs, which eat British monarchs. The really chill arthropods like trilobites are all long dead and nothing we've got today can ever live up to it. They were supposed to be the vessel for the perfect ontology but it all went wrong somewhere and no one is quite sure why.

8. Platyhelminthes. Flatworms. I don't have much of an opinion on them, but the fact that their name doesn't follow the usual phyla naming conventions implies something I don't like. They don't have an inside so there's no place for a soul to go. I'm already bored of them.

7. Porifera. Sponges. At some point a line had to be drawn and the philosophical question of what exactly *is* an animal had to be suppressed, and the line was drawn here. No matter how many pictures of sponges I see, I will always picture a kitchen sponge. I don't really think these should count as animals, but I also don't hate them, I can tolerate their existence. I feel about them the way my homophobic uncle who insists he's not homophobic feels about me: willing to be in the same room, but merely accepting his fate, not comfortable.

6. Nematoda. Roundworms. I always hated the episode of Spongebob Squarepants where they ate his house, but I've since learned that they are actually pretty important. I'm not really sure what they're important for, but the biologists I wasn't paying attention to seemed really excited about something. Also these are the main reason you need to take you cat to the vet other than to make your cat unable to make more cats. Which is a fitting but not too cruel or exacting revenge for everything else my cats put me through. I guess they get a C+.

5. Annelida. Segmented worms. Animal biology should be called wormology because animal biologists all love worms for some reason. If I was going to have to talk about something unrelated while pretending to talk about another kind of worms after this, I was probably going to give up on this post. Fortunately, we've already gotten to the best ones. Segmented worms are all of my friends that I used to dig up as a small child and play with because the other children didn't want to be friends with me for some reason. In high school, we learned how to do dissections in stamp collecting class using an earthworm and it was a very emotional experience for me.

4. Echinodermata. Common name? Nah. These are basically just all of the squishy mouth-anus toroids that live in the ocean and never figured out how to grow a backbone. They aren't very intelligent, but they're doing their own thing with symmetry and I respect that. A lot of scientists cut their arms off because the arms grow back and the scientists wanted to figure out how to make humans grow their arms back after they cut them off. That particular line of research appears not to have panned out. It looks funny when a sea cucumber poops, a gif of this lives in my head and can be summoned at will as a free action; I recommend cultivating this ability within yourself.

3. Chordata. Hey, that's me! And all the other vertebrates. It would be chauvinistic and delusional to rank the chordates as the highest creatures, so I didn't. I could talk a lot about different kinds of chordates and why they matter, but if you're talking about phyla you probably aren't talking about any of that because it's all very interesting and useful information that people mostly know already. e.g. I know what a zebra is. The only question about chordates is whether the best ones are the ones that always lived in the water or the ones that decided to go back. My vote is with the whales but there are a lot of sharks I know would be unhappy to hear me say that.

2. Cnidaria. Jellyfish. I really hope I don't have to justify this ranking above Chordates too strongly. Some of them are immortal. Many of them are poisonous. All of them are beautiful. I don't know why anyone would choose to be a human or some kind of bird or cactus when they could float in the ocean and just hang out for all eternity. All the capacity for higher brain function we developed was only to make up for what we lost in humble simplicity.

0. Mollusca. Giving these a mere positive integer ranking would be a grievous error. Our philosophers and psychologists have racked their brain trying to figure out the complexities of human consciousness, but it will all be for nought; we will one day be forced to concede that whatever and how many things "consciousness" really includes, our own pales in comparison to the dreams and aspirations of even the simplest bivalve. We will, too, in resignation, eventually abandon such childish notions as the persistence of the self in humans and dolphins as mere phantasms, but the sacred mind of the octopus will enclose us in its tentacles. These are the beloved, chosen vessels of the Demiurge, the craftsman that built this world and all of existence. Their prayers are the ones that are answered. Fried Calamari is an affront to the divine creation, we are but plodding, naive barbaric children battering ontological perfection in beer and bread crumbs for 6.95. Once we know, we will never forgive ourselves for our sins, though we will be forgiven. Lovecraft was on to far more than he knew, and this was not mere coincidence, but rather a protopsionic invocation of teleological fulfillment. Human society will one day, as Lovecraft predicted in his insolence, either find its true path in the veneration of the cephalopod, or, in guilt and shameful respect, retreat onto other planets to live out our own meager, inferior existence beyond the blessings of the solar winds.

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lemonbalmgirl · 2 years ago

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I'm on day 7 of 8 of this pet-sitting job and I've definitely that wall of being ready to be back in my own environment.

I both love & hate gigs like this: they're easy in terms of work - I'm just hanging out with pets 24/7 and making sure their needs are met, but I'm also such a homebody that the novelty of being in a different space wears off after a couple days and I miss my own routines & environment. (AND MY CAT.)

I always want/try to get projects done when pet-sitting, since theoretically I'm away from a bunch of distractions, but I forget how much messing with my routine or sleep inhibits by ability to have focus/energy/fucks.

Superfluous pet info under the cut.

Luck Boy is some sort of Chihuahua mix (maybe with Pomeranian?) and is a sweet boy. Sometimes be gets grumpy and growls at Jynx, but that seems to really be the only issue? (I was warned that they sometimes get into spats, but that hasn't happened yet.) He reminds me of both my late dogchild, Ziggy, and my late proxy doggo, Ginger. I basically want to scoop him up and snuggle him, but the dogs aren't allowed on furniture. :(

Jynx is...more of a handful. He's an Australian shepherd & he's deaf. He also needs to be helped up and down the stairs to the backyard. When I arrived at the house last Thursday, the dogs were hanging out in the yard, which was fine. Until I realized that Jynx was afraid of me and wouldn't let me get close to him (or help him back into the house). Eventually, after giving him a bunch of treats and leaving the house for a bit, it was time for dinner and he powered up the stairs himself in search of food.

My client had purchased a sling to help me get Jynx up and down the stairs, but it quickly became apparent that he had no clue what it was for. So, I ended up carrying him up & down the steps, same as his mom does, which luckily he was absolutely fine with after I gave him dinner that first night and gained his trust. (He also gets allergy pills daily, but easily takes them with peanut butter.)

Both dogs are older & rescues. And...pee. A lot. Some of this is also marking when they get excited about stuff outside (there are certain window shades I have to close before leaving the house, or the rate of marking would be much higher). So, when I get home from somewhere or get up in the morning, I have to go around looking for wet spots on the wooden floor. (I don't think I find all of them, though.)

Boomer is the aging tuxedo cat who keeps dropping weight. He's a sweetie and tolerates me picking him up. He gets two medications daily via an oral syringe, but it mostly goes easily (today was the first day I didn't get all of a med into him). He gets fed separately from the other cat so that he has a chance to eat as much as he wants, in hopes that he'll keep weight on. He stares at you when he's hungry and has a big meow (hence his name). He curls up on the living room chairs at night and I've gotten him to purr several times.

Mexico is the other cat - she's much younger and is a slightly chonky, long-haired beast. My client called her an emotional eater, and she's readjusting to living here after living with the client's son for a while. She's very food-motivated and likes attention.

Basically, it's a lot of critters in a house that's way fancier (and cleaner) than mine. I perpetually feel like I'm probably doing something wrong because I haven't really seen how my client lives day-to-day or what her basic house procedures are.

There's a house-cleaner than comes on Thursday mornings, so I'll need to remember to move all of my stuff down to the basement (where the guest room is) before they arrive. And I'll probably hide down there until they're gone.

Also, random, but I get confused when houses don't have screen doors? Is that something you just don't bother with when you can afford to run A/C all the time?

#personal #pet-sitting

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dzpenumbra · 2 years ago

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12/25/22

Today was a good day, it's nice to say that again, it feels like it's been a while. Kinda weird how when I have good, healthy social interactions, I have a good day. And when I have bad, unhealthy social interactions, I have a horrible day. Meh, probably just a coincidence...

I spent a lot of time in bed. It takes me a bit to get the engine running even normally, but catching up on sleep and when I'm low on sleep, I can be in bed for up to an hour or more sometimes before finally getting up. But I did some neck and upper back stretches while I was still clinging to bed, so that was very smart. My cat finally got me to venture downstairs and feed her.

It's cold today. 11F right now. My heat doesn't work great, to be honest, not at these temps. And I know it can get up to 20-30 degrees colder on a bad year, so... fingers crossed it doesn't get too bad. I only have one of my two baseboard heaters in the downstairs working, so if worse comes to worse, I can get someone to check it out and figure out why the second one isn't firing up.

I got some pretty cool stuff done today. I got my new rock tumbler set up and running. I have a batch of clear/smoky quartz that I salvaged from a "throwaway" rock, that's in one barrel. And I have an etc bag that came from my old rock tumbler that has like... rose quartz and amethyst and tigers eye and fluorite and sodalite and shit. So... hopefully mixing hardness on those won't cause bad results, but I already sorted them into hand-polish and tumble piles and filled up the second barrel with those. So I have a lot of stones tumbling right now, should be done in like a month or so. The flip side - it isn't exactly quiet. Now... my old tumbler was loud as fuck, like living next to a waterfall. This one is kinda like having a washing machine or dishwasher going in the next room. And I went into the hallway and I can't hear it out there at all. I have no idea if my neighbors will be able to hear it, but if they do... it would probably just sound like a bathroom fan that's always on, water running through pipes or a white noise machine. I get used to those sounds very quickly, I actually really like them, they're soothing and comforting to me. They help me sleep a lot. So I'm really excited to sleep tonight and see the difference. But there is a lingering fear that someone might be upset. If they are, they are free to come by and lodge a complaint, I will explain the situation and offer to share some of the bounty, maybe make some jewelry for them, if they're willing to tolerate the white noise. They have a doormat that says something like "The witch is in" or something, so like... I think crystals and stones and natural jewelry might appeal. But either way, it doesn't seem like much of anyone is around the building for the holidays, it's much quieter.

So the tumbler is going. Tumblr. Yeah, I see the connection. I mean, I get why a rock tumbler is called tumbler, I wonder why they call this Tumblr...

I got some packages from the package room. Gorilla glue - FINALLY. Sisal rope to rejuvenate Max's scratching post. And another bar of soap, which was like... down to the last tiny bits. I talked to my mom for another 3 hours, it went really well. We even went back to the conversation about furniture - the one we had a big fight about almost a week ago - and had the same exact snag we did last time, where she proposed movers bring furniture in and my brain went "nope" and... it didn't go bad. It stalled for a bit, but I called it out and went "yeah, we've hit this roadblock before and I'm not as emotional about it this time since I've experienced this before, but I'm still hitting a roadblock on it. A brick wall. So, could we try a different way?" And it actually led to a possible solution, one that might actually work for me. It was... hope-inspiring. So that was great.

We went over my past and stuff, a lot of the conversation was about this ADHD stuff and how I'm struggling to accept the diagnosis still. Again, even after 2 confirmed diagnoses and a brain scan which showed clear telltale indicators. This --- okay, I might as well get this out since it's clearly super important to me --- You know how sometimes you go through life and a thing happens to you and you just don't really process how big that moment was, even like 5+ years later? It's processed as like "oh yeah, that really sucked, but like... it's whatever". Like there aren't really feelings behind it, it's just a bad thing or whatever? But... it still has a profound effect on your life? I'm trying to be relatable, let me be more specific.

Getting misdiagnosed with epilepsy really fucked me up. Like... much more than I thought it did, much more than I can really tangibly feel right now, more than I'm aware of. So, let me go into the story very briefly (haha, me? brief? good one!) and then follow up with my question I have right now that I'm going to forget so fuck it I'll ask it first: "should I consider a malpractice suit?"

Here's the story. It was fall of 20...17? Maybe 2016? Hmm... I think it was 2017. What the fuck even is time, good lord. Okay. So I had come off of benzos in the spring of that year, I was on heavy daily doses of Xanax for daily "functioning" and prescribed a compound of Seroquel (a hypnotic typically prescribed for psychosis) to help with sleep. That spring, I quit my job that was bleeding my self-esteem dry, I got in a relationship with someone who moved cross-country to a house 20 minutes away from me totally not to peer pressure me into dating her... who I wasn't physically attracted to, but had some shared hobbies and a somewhat shared sense of humor. And I got off benzos. All at the same time. That summer was a complete blur as my body and mind were adjusting to... feeling feelings again, and becoming a new person. By the fall, all of the changes - I mean, my entire life changed... - started to take their toll. I was very unhappy, very depressed, very lost, struggling to find purpose and direction, didn't really have any form of guidance, I was just going day to day, hour to hour, aimlessly. I didn't recognize myself in the mirror, I dissociated regularly, I would just tune out for periods of time, I was insanely hypochondriacal. After I found myself being a dick to a neighbor about keeping their dog on a leash when I was walking my dog with my girlfriend... and then like... dissociating afterwards... I felt something was wrong, and I went to get help.

I went to a local counseling center, who got me set up with the only guy they had who was free - a snowboarder dude in his... early 40's I want to say? A bit overweight, vegetarian, with an office full of plants, an oil diffuser (lemongrass always brings me back to his office) and strong Buddhist tendencies. In hindsight, he would've been a great fit for current me. But for that incarnation of me... I dunno. Let's just say, bless his heart for putting up with me. Plus, he was a drug and alcohol counselor, so like... yeah, don't know if it was a good fit. Anyway, that's not what this story was about. On my intake, I had to get a screening kinda thing. And that means... you sit in a room with a lady who has a background in neurology who is a psychiatrist, they ask you questions for like 15-20 minutes and you try to answer the best you can. (I was much less forthcoming with information and much less trusting back then.) Then you leave the room with your diagnoses. That's just kinda, how that process worked at that specific establishment, I guess. And this woman gave me Major Depression with Psychotic Features... still don't really know why, and that psychotic stuff got dropped pretty quick later on... Generalized Anxiety... well, duh... and the coup-de-grace: Partial Complex Seizure Disorder. A form of epilepsy. And she started me on epilepsy medication, which I was on for months. My whole winter I was on carbamazepine, I remember that clearly. In the spring, I switched to other meds. I remember Depakote really fucking well, that one fucked me up REAL bad.

Around late-winter/early-spring, the woman who diagnosed me - who was the head prescriber for half the state of counseling centers - left the place to go work as an ER psychiatrist at a local hospital. And I was left in the lurch. I eventually was transferred over to another woman, who... I didn't mesh great with, but that's a different story. I got to the point where I was having more side-effects than benefits. Like... I don't know if there were any benefits. But my GI tract was getting fucked up real bad. Maybe it was the meds, maybe it was just constantly being sick and thus... sedentary... but my GI tract was fucked. I ended up having to get a colonoscopy at 32 to figure out what was going on, which of course came back negative. And a few other related GI problems that put me in urgent care. I decided enough was fucking enough and demanded an EEG to like... confirm or deny this fucking diagnosis. I had been treating this shit for like over half a year and they never even thought to try to confirm this shit with an EEG. So, I drove to a credible hospital with my girlfriend. We stayed in a hotel, we ordered mexican food. (We got fleas in the house, so... sorry hotel, we brought fleas with us, whoops.) I went early the next morning to the hospital and went into the neurology department, where there were people who were like... in car accidents and stuff. It was intense. And I got this fucking electrode cap thing installed, they gave me some little box thing, told me to press a button whenever I felt "symptoms" and log that. And wrapped my head in gauze and had me come back in 48 hours.

I remember vividly being on my porch smoking a cigarette wearing a gauze full headwrap (with a chinstrap and everything) and just being fucking completely humiliated. Like "I look fucking insane right now." And I go back to get the results, idk if my ex came with me. But I went to get them processed, and they did... and the doctor comes in and sits down with me and just right out the gate says "you don't have epilepsy." And he was not gentle or kind, his tone was very like "there are people here with real problems, dude." And he told me I had psych problems and recommended medication, and told me to get a therapist. And the only other time I walked away from a doctor's office that fast was when I was flat-out accused of drug-seeking when I blew out my shoulder when I worked in a bakery. That emotional combo of crying, feeling ashamed and being furious is a very unique blend.

So... that was like 5 years ago. And now... now I am so gun-shy. So shaken. So... insidiously, subtly traumatized by that misdiagnosis... that I am struggling to embrace the one diagnosis I have gotten multiple times from multiple diagnosticians, with the most physical evidence. There is like 4x more evidence of this diagnosis than even PTSD, and I wholeheartedly embrace my PTSD diagnosis. Why? Impostor syndrome. Well, more than that, maybe because my PTSD is like... blockading me. Same thing, I guess. I could be in support groups. I could be meeting people who are like me, who could teach me tips and relate to how hard daily life can be. I could be making friends that are like me. And I am saying a firm "no" to that until after I get screened for ADHD by a Primary Care in February (hopefully) because of that epilepsy misdiagnosis. Because I remember when I went and sat down on the couch in this woman's office at the Epilepsy Foundation with my girlfriend and we talked to this person as though I had epilepsy. Because I used to wear a medical alert necklace that warned people that I had epilepsy. And I luckily didn't get too deep into the community, because I really feel like if I did... they would be upset. Like I had lied to them. Like I had gotten their pity and compassion on false pretenses and violated their trust. Even if I didn't do it intentionally, even if I was misdiagnosed. I would be treated like someone faking alcoholism and going to AA meetings, like I'm infiltrating their inner sanctum. That part of my brain/personality is very certain that people would be upset, and that it would be disrespectful of me. And I do not want to do that again with ADHD. So... I've been avoiding it, dancing around it. Because I can wait a month, it's not that long.

And yeah, I forgot the question, but thinking about it just brought it back. Is that like... a malpractice suit? Is it even worth the trouble? I don't know what I would be getting out of it... like... compensation for time lost? Emotional damages? The massive dent to my family's wallet? I don't know if it's worth the stress, but I really feel like I should at very least find a good venue to tell this story. Unfortunately, I have a bunch. But I feel like the best thing you can do with trauma is turn it into a way for others (and hopefully yourself) to grow. Not to bury it, suppress it, or avoid it. But to share it and try to help others avoid the same fate, you know? So, I don't know if it's worth acting on that, maybe it would help me in the present with my impostor syndrome shit. I don't know.

But yeah. Huge derail there, welcome to my brain. Thanks for sharing story time. My mom has been learning a TON about not just me, but about my dad and my brothers from this discovery of ADHD stuff. Like... so much shit is starting to click into place for her now and she is loving sharing it. It's obviously conflicting for her. It's like... you treat someone like they're acting like an asshole, but they're really just... their brain works very differently and they're not explaining what's going on behind the curtain? They're not communicating well, if at all? So of course you feel like they're fucking with you or something. But the guilt can be a bit rough. But I'm super glad and super proud to see her make so much progress in her open-mindedness and personal growth. I hope it continues. It's such a great feeling to see my self-care and personal work inspire others - hell, not just "others", my own parent. As someone who has perpetually been treated as a "problem" for being different, and overlooked or even shamed or punished because of my eccentricity and verbosity... it is a very foreign and very heart-warming feeling to have someone that helped shape my world appreciate and respect my contributions, and learn from me.

Speaking of warming... it's fucking cold, my fingers are basically numb... so I'm gonna get ready for bed and cuddle up with the kitty. Merry Christmas!

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts #ptsd #misdiagnosis

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He playfully saluted her, confirming that they would indeed stop by the gift shop. It was a good compromise, no full tour in exchange for shopping. The gift shop wasn't haunted, right? Well, he'd be safe. He just got confirmation that his wife and daughter would keep him safe. What more could he possibly need? "I hope you're right, because being teased by my own daughter will definitely be something. Oh, the tiny outfit is so cute to think of. We should definitely consider dressing her up as a ghostbuster one of her first years, oh - we could all be ghostbusters! Matching costumes or something." One kiss from his wife wasn't enough, he needed more. Aaron leaned in once more, giving her a soft kiss, his lips lingering against hers. "That does help a lot, I'll be your scaredy cat amor."

"I am being completely serious," he mumbled near her. Aaron was committed - what she wanted, she'd get. He chuckled at the suggestion, if it even was a suggestion...Aaron wasn't too sure. It did seem like a big decision, her face showed that there was a lot of thought behind it. "You're so excited about the gift shop though, we should still go. Promise that we still have the evening to ourselves." After going through half of the tour, they needed the souvenir to prove he had even gone in. Otherwise, no one would believe him.

Aaron shook his head thinking of his dad. His parents' excitement could not be understated. Julia was right, his dad would absolutely forget about him when his granddaughter came into the world. As his mom would. They could not be more excited for a baby to join the family, Aaron's first child too. "They're gonna want to spend a lot of time with our baby, and if she's a soccer player...oh, even more. My dad would be so amused, especially because I was never any good at it."

He grinned ear to ear as he felt their daughter's kicks against the palm of his hand. Aaron would never tire of the feeling. "You're the best babygirl, taking care of your dad." He looked up at Julia, his grin unwavering. "She's all you, being so brave and protecting me. I could not be better protected." He straightened up, but wrapped an arm around his wife and kept his hand on her belly. "I think it's possible amor. I mean, for a place like this, so many of them probably didn't have a chance to say goodbye. That must suck, it must have an effect on them. Though, I've also heard sometimes they don't even know they've passed. "Good idea, they probably have some weird ones. Well, do they even believe in that stuff? You're just very kind, but you know I'd do just about anything for you. For you, and our girl." They crossed the hallway, and the gift shop stood right before them. It was a small minority, but a few people stayed with them at the gift shop. When they walked in, he immediately spotted the shirts. I survived the Texas ghost haunt. “Look amor, that one's for us.”

"Nope, you're right. You need to rest, we've had enough excitement today. Besides, when we get home, we can get in comfy clothes and plan the baby shower. I think we can make it work in the backyard. It looks really nice, and you won't have to travel far, so if you need to rest, our room is right upstairs. Baby names, oh man. She swore it's a short list, maybe that's why it took her so long to send. I haven't opened it yet, thought we could do that together. It's been sitting in my inbox, but knowing them, we'll probably veto half. They probably included every relative's name, and telenovela character they've ever seen. Our kid could end up with the most dramatic name of all time."

Something in her stirred at the way he was such a good sport. He always had been but as years went by it seemed to be the second thing that never changed. "Gift shop," she confirmed with a quick nod of her head. Picturing their little girl as a mini ghost buster made her smile. Tiny hands handling a tiny emf meter. The laughter got the better of her as she locked eyes with her husband. "You know she'd love you too much to tease you. Though can you picture her tiny outfit?" Being so close to her she took the opportunity to steal one kiss from him and hummed. "Would it help if I said you're the sexiest scaredy cat?"

She made a face to tell him not to joke with her. "Being serious? Better put up when we get home. We can skip the gift shop and go right now." Juju was kidding, slightly. The thought of going home and getting into shenanigans with her husband was tempting but so was buying their daughter a tiny shirt. The decision weighing heavily on her face as she debated.

Julia laughed thinking about baby girl and her grandpa. The more she thought about it the more she laughed. "She's going to have him wrapped around her tiny finger. If she's a soccer player I can see him taking her to the field and playing with her. He'd totally forget about you." To think that their family would have their first tiny princess to dote on excited her to no end.

Feeling Aaron's hand on her belly she smiled as their daughter's kicks started to kick up a little more. "Someone is excited to hear her daddy's voice. Hey, don't mess with her papa. She's half me." She could see their daughter being protective and brave. The two traits she'd get from both of them." Julia turned and tilted her head. "Do you think some or a lot of them still haven't found the light?" As if she was looking for ghosts her eyes shot from one corner to the next. "Think some are trapped?" The question was silly she knew that but still she couldn't help but think of souls being trapped in buildings. "We could ask Lala and Eli. See if they have any stories." She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You're not a weenie. The award would for best hubby who goes along with most things his pregnant wife asks for."

The question about food sounded great in theory but she knew the longer she stood on her feet the worse her night might go. "I really want to say yes but I also know baby girl has had excitement today so maybe we can take it to go? Then we can start on baby names and planning our baby shower. You're still thinking about hosting it in our backyard? Your mom took longer than I expected to send her list. Have you seen it? How many are we vetoing?'

#clubsmarties #THE SOFTEST GIF #hahah she has a good debate going #tough to pick!!

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does professor y/n ever move back to cambridge as she seemed really happy there ?

yes, here's how it would go down:

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on one of the off days on tour, h takes her to cambridge for the day. they walk all around, and she's so happy to be back, and h can just tell that this is her home, perhaps even before she realizes it

their last stop of the night is her apartment. she figured after she moved out and gave her books to harry, he would've gotten rid of them or sm and then it would be rented to a new tenant. so she's obviously confused on the familiar walk to the townhouse, and even more so when h pulls out a key to unlock it.

Everything is exactly as she'd left it, from the books on their shelves right down to one of the Emperor's toys she'd forgotten to pack in her haste to leave. professor just looks at him in shock and he just shrugs and casually mentions, “i own the place now. bought it when i realized you weren't coming back.”

and she nearly starts crying right then and there bc no one has ever been more thoughtful to her than him, and he just loves her so much.

when he says, “it’s ready for you whenever you want to come home,” and she's like “shut up you're being too sweet rn” but she doesn't actually say that bc she'd never tell him to shut up.

professor is a little conflicted at first bc she was doing a lot of great work in NY, and she'd grown to like it there. “like is not love, darling,” h tells her about her hesitance. he reminds her that her happiness should always come first and that he was sure she could continue her work overseas, bc he knows how much his baby loves helping people, it's all she ever wants to do.

“but what if the university doesn't want to hire me back?” she asks him, and he just looks at her like, “you're kidding, right?” bc of course they would want her back.

and harry's right, when she sends an email to the school to ask for her job back, they jump at the opportunity to get her back on their classrooms. and once everything is finalized, she can finally feel excited. they're back on tour, and when h returns to the hotel room after a show, professor has champagne at the ready to celebrate and thoroughly thank him for always ensuring her happiness.

“it's my favorite job in the world, making you happy.” he says it so casually, like professor isn't someone who struggles to put herself first before the people she wants to help. it means so much to her that when she can't seem to do that, he's there to do it for her.

they agree to move after the tour is over, and h flies to NY to help her move, though it's not very much, but the cats have grown to love their castle, so she obviously has to find a way to ship it to Cambridge.

on her first night back in the townhouse, she and harry lay on a freshly vacuumed carpet together with her constellation lamp like they used to, only this time she's tucked close against his side and there's a lot more kissing, on h's part, mostly. professor gets so lost in her explanations, and the look on her face is so cute that he just has to tilt her chin towards him so he can kiss her.

and she's like, “were you listening? this is really interesting stuff!” but harry just smiles and leans in again, and even though she wants him to listen, she wants to kiss him more, so she saves talking about stars for later. right now, her bub needs her, and she's more than happy to oblige.

#harry styles blurb #harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles oneshot #harry styles x professor yn

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mirclealignr · 3 years ago

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Regulus Black Fluff Alphabet

regulus x gn! reader

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warnings; brief mentions of food and anxiety

from this alphabet

A - Affection; how they like to show their love.

Regulus does a lot through touch and reassuring looks/smiles. He finds it hard sometimes to express just how he feels about you, especially considering expressions of love were severely lacking in his life. But when he holds your hand or caresses your face, he feels as if he's spilling all his secrets, and hopes that you understand them.

B - Beauty; what do they especially admire about you?

Your warmth. At first it was practically disarming, but overtime he learned to embrace it and miss it when it was absent, when you were absent. It would be so different to what he was used to, especially with the people closest to him. But he would adore the change that was you.

C - Cuddles; how they like to cuddle you.

Most of the time he likes to have his arms around you, sitting up slightly while you lay against his chest. There's a sense of safety he finds in knowing that you can hear his heartbeat and that it doesn't scare you off. But sometimes, he likes it when you take him in your arms and he can nuzzle in the crook of your neck.

D - Dancing; their favourite place to dance with you.

He is simply a hopeless romantic, and loves to dance with you when it's dark and raining outside, when the two of you are almost completely alone. He loves watching you smile as the rain seeps into your clothes and dampens your hair, and when you rest your head on his chest for some shelter.

E - Excitement; do they get excited with you about things?

Regulus likes to understand things before he gets excited about them with you. If you come running to him with an elated expression and start rambling about whatever brought you this pleasure, he'd want to know why. He'd want to understand you and relate to you. Almost always, he'd become just as excited as you.

F - First Date; your first date together.

The Astronomy Tower. Regulus would want to be alone with you, without prying or judging eyes. It wouldn't be much, maybe some snacks and a drink he brought for you, but he would want to hear you talk and laugh and to see you smile. He'd want to know your likes and dislikes, the memories you cherished, and things you looked back on and laughed at.

G - Goals; do they have things they want to achieve? Do they include you in these things?

For Regulus, his future goals remain largely unclear. Before you, he thought it was simple, but afterwards it would become far more complicated. With the weight of his family, and Sirius' abandonment making it heavier, he would often try to avoid the thought. But if you ever brought it up, he'd tell you that wherever you were, he would be.

H - Honesty; how open are they with you?

Very. Trust is something extremely important to him. While he may not tell you everything the second it happens, he does have every intention of letting you see every side of him, even the parts he wished would vanish from existence. Upon getting to know you, the trials of his family would be revealed slowly, rather than all at once, so he didn't overwhelm you. Of course, he'd be terrified, but he knew it was better that way, and he knew that you would love him all the same.

I - I Love You; do they say it a lot? did they say it first?

Regulus does not say it first, though he'd be sure he felt it first. He confesses straight after you, though, and gradually says it more and more over time. Expressing his feelings would not come easy, and sometimes, rather than tell you how much he appreciated you for listening or how beautiful he thought you were, he simply said 'I love you' in replacement, hoping that it would be enough.

J - Jealousy; do they get jealous?

Not necessarily jealous, but rather insecure. When he sees you laughing with someone else, he'd wonder whether they were better suited to you--they were warmer, more free, happier. Perhaps he brought you down, perhaps he weighed you down, and though he didn't express these insecurities out loud, he'd always seem to be easily read by you. And you'd always be there to reassure him when you needed to.

K - Kiss; their favourite place to kiss you.

Your hands. For Regulus, hands mean so much, represent so much, and yours are his to kiss and hold as much as he pleases. To him it would feel incredibly intimate, despite the fact that your hands can touch others, but that they're only his to kiss and hold. People can always get close, but never as close as he can.

L - Little Spoon; who’s the little spoon?

The majority of the time, you are the little spoon. He likes the idea that he is able to protect you, actually make you feel safe and wanted; it's one of the things he prides himself on. But, there woulds be times when he needed to feel that, and revelled in the warmth of your embrace tightening around him, holding him close.

M - Melody; what’s your song together?

I think your song together would be 'I Want to Hold Your Hand' by The Beatles.

N - Nicknames; do they use nicknames for you?

Yes a few. Some of them would include 'treasure' and/or 'my treasure' because he adores you and could not think of anything better than you. For him, you are what people search for their whole lives, sometimes without ever finding it. And, because he speaks French, ‘mon chéri /ma chérie' for definite.

O - Open Book; how hard was it to get to know them?

It wasn't necessarily hard, just gradual. However, you would have always suspected that Regulus did not have it easy and were content with him going at his own pace, and appreciating that he was brave enough to reveal it all to you. It never seemed too slow, rushed, or overwhelming--he picked his timings well and never let things become too heavy. He'd also be very conscious that everyone had their own burdens, and would make sure he always left time and room for you to air anything you wanted or needed.

P - PDA; how affectionate they are in public.

Not very much at all. He prefers to show you his love when it's just the two of you. But he isn't afraid to let other people know that you're in a relationship, and will often intertwine his fingers with yours, whisper things in your ear, and kiss your temple.

Q - Quirk: a weird but loveable trait of theirs.

He never signs his name, he always signs R.A.B. Even when it's small notes to you, little love letters, or ordinary letters, he will never sign it as Regulus, but with his full initials.

R - Romance; how romantic are they?

So much. He loves leaving you love notes, writing love letters to you, slow dancing with you, playing music for you, watching the stars with you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, snuggling up in bed with you with a good book. He loves to do it all.

S - Secrets; do they keep secrets from you?

Not really. Perhaps only ones he thinks would unnecessarily hurt you, like what his family says about you. He doesn't tell you because he doesn't think it matters, they don't matter to him, only you do, and he wants their words to mean nothing.

T - Thrill; do they like to keep the relationship new and exciting?

He likes to, and he tries. He certainly likes surprising you, even if only to see that smile. He likes taking you places, learning your favourite songs on the piano simply because you like hearing them, taking you on spontaneous trips or dates. He's not on for grand, public gestures, but he still keeps excitement in the relationship his own way. But he also knows when things need to be slow and calm, and doesn't mind it either way.

U - Understanding; how they comfort/support when you’re upset or anxious.

He knows that most things said would be wrong, even if they were intended to be reassuring and understanding. Even when you talk about what's bothering you or don't, it can be hard to say the right thing. So instead, he takes you in his arms, rubs your back, kisses your cheek and gets you any comfort foods that you wish for. Sometimes, words speak far less than actions.

V - Vexed; how easily they lose their temper.

With his family, and even with Sirius, Regulus can lose his temper very quickly, but you understand that their relationship has not been easy, nor do you care for his family. With you, it's rare that he loses his temper or raises his voice at you. When he does, there are usually other factors that have contributed to his mood, and he is quick to apologise afterwards.

W - Weakness; what’s their weakness what it comes to you?

Your smile. So easily it can make him feel like he's falling from the stars, watching the constellations become smaller and smaller as he slips into the earth's atmosphere, burning and smiling and falling completely in love with you every time he sees it.

X - Xtra; random hc about them.

Regulus likes to speak in French to you when there are things he is too afraid to say or things he thinks sound more romantic when said in another language. Even if you can understand him, there's something less nerve-racking about saying it in French, it's almost like he's playing himself in another world, but still hopelessly in love with you.

Y - Years to Come; how they imagine your future together.

He doesn't like to think about the future often because he knows how easily it can change and fail to meet your expectations. He only hopes that he is with you, facing whatever is to come. He prefers to focus on the present, where he already is with you.

Z - Zzz; how they are when they sleep.

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