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Activation Energy and Executive Dysfunction

A bunch of people (with executive dysfunction I assume) reacted a little disheartened to how I described the phenomenon.

The gist is that I used activation energy, a concept from chemistry, as a model for how executive dysfunction can keep you from doing things. Activation energy is the minimal energy that has to be available for any chemical reaction to occur and that amount is specific to every reaction.

Executive Dysfunction to me means, that this activation energy is always high, even for tasks other people experience as spontaneous reaction (yes the amount of ae and spontaneity of a reaction are not connected necessarily but bear with me here). A good example is showering or feeding yourself or sometimes getting up from the couch.

The tricky thing here is that the energy put into trying to reach activation energy is still *expended*, so while it might seem like nothing happens, you still get drained, making it harder to reach activation energy levels.

So what can we do?

In synthesis, if your activation energy is too high you basically can do two things: you either add a catalyst, or you find a different way to get to your result altogether.

The latter can be choosing a simpler recipe to feed yourself, graze on random items without making a meal until you are full or ordering food for example.

This is not always possible, but it *is* worth thinking about. An example from my life would be that I open my mail outside at the trash bins and immediately discard what I don't need because otherwise, I have paperstuff flying around my appartment that I don't get rid of.

"Weird" is not something that should factor in here. Make it functional and helpful.

The catalyst is my favourite solution however, and I can give you some tips here that you can *immediately* use. I won't know if they work for you, but they do for me (sometimes! be kind to yourself).

CATALYSTS AGAINST EXECUTIVE DYSFUNCTION

Have your tasks broken down: when you have energy, make sure that the thing on your to do list is something you can *actually* physically immediately do. Don't write "make reservation", but "call restaurant" along with the number. Not "clean kitchen" but "move dishes to sink" etc

Doorway Effect: The Doorway effect describes that silly thing that, when we cross a boundary, we sometimes feel like we've been soft reset ("what was I going to do?"). A hypothesis for why this happens can be that it helps our brain create separate contexts which then aids memory creation. What it can do for you is that it is an easy way to change context, which then frees you up to start something new more easily. Try it! Physically go through a doorway or open a different window on the computer, sometimes that is enough.

Costuming: Similar to the Doorway Effect, we are changing context in a low effort way here. Concentrate on putting on your shoes instead of taking out the trash or put on some rubber gloves if you plan on cleaning. Might be enough. Sometimes putting on mascara is enough for me to go "oh I am out of couch potato mode now"

Move! Put yourself where you need to be to tackle your task. That can already help.

Pressure: This can be done by setting a timer that will go off soon. Challenge yourself to get up and go before it rings - might stress you into inaction sometimes, but it can be helpful. I love visual timers for this as it helps with my time blindness

Prepare! If you are in a state of flow and have energy to spare *use it*. This includes breaking down your task as already described but also preparing your space - this can be a cleaned up desk or a caddy with cleaning supplies in a prominent spot.

And my absolute favorite: Throw a dice. When it is really bad, one thing I can always do is throw a dice (via an app, typing "d20" into the search bar or physically having one on me - which I usually do now). I tell myself that if I "make the roll" I get up and do it and if I don't, I try again in 20 minutes. This changes context easily, removes responsibility from me and makes the whole thing playful. I usually go with a d20 and tell myself to get going with a result over 10. If I have a particularly bad day I might need 15+ to do something. Just try it.

In short, what we are trying to do is

minimize friction by frontloading as much thinking and preparing as we can

make a context change as easy and small as possible

And remember: the goal is never to Always Be Doing Something.

[emilys-bangs]

helping hand | e.p

Tags: non bau reader, fluff, established relationship, use of petnames, no use of yn, clingy emily

Summary: anon prompt - emily comes home to her appartement after long and tiring few days away, knowing that she didn’t do the dishes and her entire flat is a mess and she needs to do the laundry and vacuum etc - only to discover that reader cleaned up everything for her and it’s super tidy and she’s just very grateful and sappy about it

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Usually, Emily didn’t feel anything but a deep seated relief at coming home after a long case. Home is her empty shell of an apartment, void of people or laughter or warmth. It’s just a place to rest her weary bones, recharge until the next case pulls her away from her comfortable bed.

Now, she doesn’t even feel relieved to be home. That feeling is chased away as soon as she parks her car, remembers the mess that she had left behind just before Hotch called. It was barely a day after another case that had swept them away for a week; Emily barely had time to dump the dirty clothes out of her go bag and pack clean ones in before she left her apartment, dishes still lying at the bottom of the sink, dust building up around the edges of her carpet. Now she gets out of the car, hitching her bag over her shoulder and allowing herself to sulk as she enters the elevator, punching the buttons in none too gently, preemptively scowling at the mess that will greet her the moment she opens the door.

Only when she fits her key in the lock and walks in, she doesn’t find any of what she remembered.

It’s not dark anymore. Warm light gently blankets her apartment, soft gold coming from the lamps in the living room rather than the overhead lighting. Her plate and mug—which she’d definitely left there in her haste—are cleared off the coffee table, her fuzzy blanket that she’d left in a pile among the cushions now neatly folded over the arm of the couch. Emily quietly steps inside, her lips parted as she takes in the faint scent of food in the air, the low sound of your humming floating in from the kitchen. She closes the door behind her and drops her bag on the floor, a steady lump growing in her throat as she follows your voice.

Emily’s eyes jump over her apartment. She notes the clean, shiny floors; her impressive bookshelf, its dark wood wiped clean of the fine layer of dust that had clung to it for ages. Warmth spreads through her chest, heating up the cold in her fingertips as she quietly steps into the kitchen and finds you there, bent over the stovetop.

“Hi,” she says softly. Her voice is rough around the edges, an almost imperceptible hoarseness to it as it scrapes against the back of her throat.

“Emily!” You jump. The wooden spoon in your hand drops against the side of the pot with a small clatter, and even though she scared you, she has to bite back a smile.

“Sorry,” she breathes, taking your hands and tugging you to her until her head is under your chin. Her arms wrap around your body, yours around hers, and she finally relaxes. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you, love.” Her words are muffled in a soft kiss to your throat.

“It’s okay,” you exhale, running gentle fingers through her hair. 

Emily melts into you. She literally melts, her body sagging against yours, her ear molded to your chest where she hears the fast beat of your heart. The tension leaks from her shoulders as you press a kiss to her hair, gently dragging your nails over her scalp. There’s so many words she wants to say; thank you, I missed you, I love you. Sorry, again, because your heart rate still hasn’t gone down yet.

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” she whispers instead. Her fingers twist in your shirt as she nuzzles under your jaw, closing her eyes and breathing in the comforting scent of your perfume.

You go a little tense. “I’m sorry I didn’t call beforehand. You sounded tired when you called and I wanted to make sure you had something to eat before you went to bed, but I should’ve asked first, sorr—”

“I don’t mind.” Emily’s head snaps up from its hiding place. It should be strange, feeling this way. She’d always cherished her privacy more than anything, viscerally hated the feeling of being exposed, picked apart for anyone to see. Hiding parts of herself had become habit, one she still hasn’t fully broken. 

The thought of you going into her apartment in her absence should’ve made her skin crawl. But the truth is, you taking the key she’d given you and letting yourself into her home makes her feel like she’s part of something. Part of something good. 

Emily cups your face. “I don’t mind at all. I fucking love you.” Her voice weakens and she brings you impossibly closer, her thumbs gentle on your cheeks. “You made me dinner. You…you cleaned up.” 

You took care of her. No one really has before.

She can feel her eyes growing glassy, can see your expression morphing into concern. Emily blinks back her tears and leans in to kiss your cheek. “Thank you, amor. This means…a lot.” Her next breath is a little shaky, but she tries to hide it into another gentle kiss.

“Emily,” you say, your voice hushed and faintly chiding. You wrap your arms around her shoulders, firmly bringing her into your chest. It’s home, she thinks, more than this empty apartment ever was. “Honey, you don’t have to thank me. For anything. I wanted to, and I’d do it again.” The soft press of your lips against her temple makes her close her eyes. 

By this point you’re almost entirely holding her upright. The rumble of your voice reverberates through your body and through her skin, sinking into her bones as you kiss the top of her head again. “You’re my girlfriend, you know,” you say quietly, tickling her bangs when you speak, “gotta take care of you.” The pad of your thumb gently presses into the back of her neck. She’s so, so warm, your love rushing through her veins in liquid gold that makes her sigh and nuzzle deeper into your embrace. 

“Love you,” Emily mumbles.

“I love you, sweetheart. C’mon now, you must be starving.” Gently, you pull back, trying to detangle yourself from her unwilling arms.

She blinks at you with pleading eyes. “Will you stay over tonight?” Her voice is soft as she squeezes your waist, needing to maintain the contact even though she knows you’ll need to pull away.

You smile, gently brushing her bangs over her brows. “I’d love to.”

The prospect makes it easier for her to let go of you. “But you won’t have any of my shirts to wear, they’re all dirty.” Emily wrinkles her nose, her mind skipping to the overflowing laundry baskets she’d left behind.

“Oh,” you clear your throat delicately, a shyness to your expression that makes her heart clench. “You don’t have to worry about that, I did the laundry.”

Emily sighs, physically feeling herself fall deeper. “You what?” She whispers.

You shrug, your voice coming out in a mumble. “I did the laundry. Did separate loads for whites and colors ’cause I didn’t know how you usually do it and I didn’t wanna mess anything up—”

Emily shuts you up with a kiss. A long one, a very thorough thank you as she carefully cups your jaw in the heel of her hand, skims her thumb over your cheek as if you’re something precious. What’s left of her bad mood slips off her shoulders like droplets of water, the sweetness of your lips soothing what tightness was residing in her chest.

“You’re magic.” Emily says when she leans back.

You’re too flustered to reply.

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[dognonsense]

Question...how do you make your patches? They seem so fuckin cool. I'm working on a vest and a jacket atm, and I'd like for them to be done by the time a pride fest rolls around next month.

Main technique I use for making patches nowadays is linocut. Its best suited for mass production of patches.

Make sure to remember your carving the mirror image so you have to flip all the text. Using tracing paper to flip the design is a good trick, as well as leaving graphite marks on side, then pressing that to the lino to leave the marks in the same spot. Another trick with pencil is to view what ur carving in negative space quickly, put a paper over your design and shade over it with pencil, darker marks will be where you haven't carved yet.

I use speedball fabric ink, it takes 1 week to set then will be fine to be washed. I have magenta, violet, turqouise, and white. They have a limited range of fabric colors at the store. I have seen gold and silver fabric paint for sale and I will investigate it one day.

I use a speedball roller, i find the smaller one to be better than the big one as I can be more precise and waste less ink.

I got a fancy handle for $40 but the screws fallen out so its broken now so just get some heavy books. I used to use a mug. Whats important is pushing your whole body weight into it.

I got a speedball carving tool with different heads I can swap out so I can cut into the lino at different deepness and widths. The heads are stored inside the tool since its hollow and has a screwable removable bottom. I use linocut or dollar store erasers for my carvings. Make sure to wash the ink off your linocuts after your done using them.

A thing to increase the lifespan of you're linocuts is to use wood glue, some cork or wood pieces, and glued the lino stamps onto them. I dont do that yet so my stamps fall appart from overuse sometime and because I cut way too deep into the lino since I hate chatter.

Chatter is the term for in linocutting when theres little messy lines and stuff. It makes the art more recognisably to be linocut. My work is very clean with no chatter which is why people don't notice its linocut usually. This is a stylistic choice, with diy styles having a lot of chatter can look really cool so experiment with leaving bits of extra uncarvered lino sticking out in ur stamp. I need to experiment and buy some more lino.

You can also use multiple linocut stamps together to make a patch. Some patches ive made have like 8 different stamps. Ive made a dog nonsense patch where each letter was their own eraser stamp. You can also use different colors between the different lino stamps on the same patch to add more color. An effect I like to do is first stamp it in color, then the next day I stamp it in white over the same spot but shifted to the right and down slightly. It makes the text have a cool border 3D effect I love doing.

If making a more detailed picture with colors, i reccomend hand painting patches. I use white fabric paint mixed with acrylics for color to get all the shades i need. Acrylic paint mixed with fabric softener works too.

If doing words and you dont want a unique font reccomend using letter stamps. If you want a unique font for that i recommend hand paint for individual or linocut for mass produce.

The positive of letter stamps is the font is neat and can be done quickly. I know from lending them to my roommate that they are very helpful if you have dyslexia and have trouble getting letters right.

A visual effect of the letter stamps is that have a nice boxy edge effect, its an imperfection that adds a personally touch to it. I have both lower and upper case stamps that I got from michaels. You can use a hair band or elastic to hold a bunch of letter stamps together to make a word stamp.

You can use other stamps than letters that you find at craft stores for example my racoon print is a craftstore stamp.

You can also find big plastic letter stencils at the dollar store that you can use to do lettering by filling in gaps with a sponge or or paintbrush. They make special paintbrushes just for using stencils.

You can also get plastic stencils in the shapes of things, i got some for children and use a horse stencil for my horse smoking weed patch. Easier than drawing a horse myself.

Another technique I use for more unique clean patches is gel plating. I haven't tried printing laserprint images with it as ive seen online a lot but I will try one day. What i personally do is use it to make imprints with chains and physical objects.

Another thing i use with gelplates are any stamps or linocuts that dont have words, or words ones that i fucked up with and forgot to mirror when carving. It flips mirror image twice with the gel plate so it goes back to being right again on the patch.

Another patch making technique is using foamboard cut into shapes glued onto cardboard. This is good for a quick test of a design and is very cheap to make. It will not hold under water so is more difficult to clean.

[sim-patelle]

Francis Mosses headcanons

sfw, nsfw mentioned ¬> MDNI

neutral!reader, it's really sweet, the tired guy, from the game "That's not my neighbor", MILKMAN

Artist from the fanart : @__kozuu on X(Twitter)

Looks

His hands + fingers are long and slim, a little bit brighter skin tone than his usual skin (yk cus cold)

His knuckles are a bit raw, just a little bit

Has cold hands definitely

Height between 5'10 and 6'2

Definitely is slim, but a little defined six pack

Not that wide shoulders, more like average

Had Scoliosis as a kid

A bit longer arms

Always looks kind of pale because he's tired all the time

Has defined cheekbones and jawline

clothes & jewelry

Mostly wears straight black jeans or trousers

He has black cardigans

He literally doesn't know any other color to wear except white, black, Grey and grey-blue

He needs clothing education from you

Only has a slim silver ring on his right middle finger as jewlery

But also wears a watch with him, just not on his wrist but in the pocket of his jeans

Anything pt. 1

Definitely listens to true crime podcasts (how ironic haha)

But when music is on his ears, it's mostly Falco, Joy Division, Taco and The Police

Still kind of Lana del Rey coded

I'd say he has a big brother who had asked him for money several times, but Francis got tired of it

Regrets his job, or at least wants to change his occupation

If he reads he has extra glasses for it, otherwise his eyes will burn

Reads mostly magazines about architecture and daily news

He definitely is a person that reads the newspapers

Physical activity

Challenge him to a fight and he'd win easily because even though he's slim, he surely has strength in his legs and arms

Flexible as hell

Can play basketball, but you need to build up endurance with him

Took some surfboard lessons in the past, but never surely can ride a wave in perfection

Today he mostly is busy with his job and chores, that he doesn't do any sports anymore

Appartment

Messy, his appartment is quite dirty, but still okay to look at

But definetly don't go into the kitchen

He only washes the dishes once in a week

Please show this man some color, his appartment is only decorated with white and black things

The plants he has are dried out, even the cacti

But Francis's bathroom is really clean

Like really clean

If you would enter the bathroom with shoes, he'd literally throw you out

He only once all 3 months has the urge to really clean his appartment

relationships

Had gone through a divorce in his mid 20's

Since then he never really trusted anyone, except you

You finally showed him how acception feels

He's grateful to have you

And he shows it by gift giving and acts of service

Since you are there, he finally tries to get his life together

Don't expect to get many words of affirmation, because you know he's an introvert

He loves to listen to you

He'd lean on the palm of his hand with his head and slightly smiles as he listens to you yapping

Then out of nowhere, he'd say how much he loves you

When you both go to sleep, he is on the side of the wall, with his back on it

He'd gently wrap his arms around you from behind, that you back is on his stomach

It's beautiful to sleep like that, when you're the little spoon

Often kisses your hand and scalp, everytime when he greets you

His hand would look so beautiful on your forearm, covering it almost fully

Nsfw ¬> MDNI

You know what those fingers could do..

And not only his fingers

Gentle Dom and Switch

Loves to see you over him as you sit down on his dick, his slim arms holding onto you as he sits on the edge of the bed

He's a hickey guy, but not like an owner thing, he doesn't really like to 'own' you, you are an individual and he loves how independent you are

He definitely loves when his eyes are covered with a blindfold when you take charge

he would also be the type who would start to whimper slightly when you put your hand over his mouth, when he's close to releasing

And when you do, god he comes so much

He's not really someone noisy, but he knows that you like it, so you hear his heavy breaths all the time and sometimes little grunts, and as mentioned the little whimpers

You always have your hands intertwined, he just loves to press your hands

It's also a safe-word thing between you two

accidently called you "mommy" one time

Mostly would say pet names like "honey", "my little one", "darling"

When you press his hand three times fast in a row, he knows to slow down or stop if you want it

It's really important for him to know you're alright

Would try out anything you want to try out with him and he'd be honest with you when he likes it or not

Is proud of you when you take his length all in you

He mostly would fuck you in the appartment, mostly on the couch or bed

But if the kitchen is clean, then definitely there, 100%

Would say things like: "I know you like that", "show me a little more honey", "you are so beautiful", "take it a bit more", "I'll be so good to you"

Anything pt. 2

Doesn't really drink Limonade or any other drink like that

Just give him water and he'll be fine

But istg don't give him milk, he'd freak out because he can't see it anymore

He'd fall asleep first when you wanna watch a series with him, you know why

Francis finally looks relaxed when he falls asleep next to you, his head leaning onto your shoulder or head

You have so many pictures of him sleeping

Francis always buys groceries when they're reduced

Drank too much energy drinks that they don't even help him anymore

When you once gave him a rose, he literally couldn't keep it together and you bet you saw a little tear in his eyes

He immediately wrapped his arms around you and didn't let you go for 10 minutes

He is just so happy to have you

And you are happy to be someone so special to him, that he got a picture from you next to his bed

[thefangirlfever]

Miguel O'Hara x Nanny reader (headcanons)

Part 3

Tags: fluff, alternative universe, domestic fluff, idiots in love, mutual pinning, very self-indulgent, Miguel being a girl's dad, slightly suggestive at the end, dad bod Miguel (I'm coming back to my roots)

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• reader who is always amazed at how patient and soft Miguel can turn when he is with him daughter. He is genuinely a girl's dad. Since you have never known this type of closeness with your own father, you're always surprised when you see him crouching down to talk with her, lifting her up every time she is tired or just to annoy her (in a cute way) or even plays with her

•Reader who also admires how he tries to teach his daughter Spanish and make her proud of her heritage.

• Reader who ended up learning a few Spanish words and even understood what Miguel said once, which made him smile in a way that made her feel almost giddy.

• Reader who learns how to cook Gabriella's favorite sweets and treats, like cookies, pancakes and brownies. Before each of her games, you always make her favorite dish. You even learned how to cook some of Miguel's favorite dishes, especially empanadas.

• You once found a drawing made by Gabriella of her, her father and you, which again made you feel a certain way you couldn't really describe.

• Gabriella offering you some of her drawings from time to time. You keep them preciousely and even pins some of them on the fridge at your place.

• The fridge at their appartment is also covered in Gabriella's drawings but also sticky notes, grocery lists and Miguel's planning.

• Miguel once found the two of you playing in Gabriella's room. You don't know how but she managed to get you all dressed up as some princess with one of her fake tiaras and glitters all over your face.

• Miguel who quietly laughs when he sees you sitting in his daughter's room, surrounded by plushes pretending to be having tea time, until Gabriella latches on him and he ends up sitting on the floor too, fairy wings attached on his back. And you're the one laughing now.

• You end up cleaning Gabriellas face from all the glitters and when you're all alone you wash your own face, clean off the glitters. Miguel watches you from the door of the bathroom, his usual stern expression only troubled by the soft look in his eyes. You catch him looking at you in the reflection of the mirror and the two of you share a quiet laugh, amused by Gabriellas ability to turn you into such fools, and yet loving it.

• You laugh at how ridiculous you look with the glitters on but he doesn't, not because he is unamused but because he doesn't think you're ridiculous. He genuinely finds you gorgeous with the glitters on, especially when he sees how they highlight your face, your cheekbones and your eyes.

• Gabriella who was a bit shy at first slowly turns more comfortable with you. At first she just talks about her day at school, then her soccer practices (you already know all her friend's names after a few weeks) and finally she even feels comfortable enough to talk with you about her mother.

• That one time when you had to hide from Miguel what present Gabriella had made at school for Father's day. He tries to bribe you into telling him (and it's the same on Christmas or for his birthday). You can't believe how childish he can be at times and that makes you slowly laugh.

• Reader who has noticed how Miguel has stopped wearing his wedding ring after that awkward moment in the kitchen between you. None of you talked about this ever since but this moment has been on your mind since.

• You can't quite put it into words but the atmosphere has changed ever since between you. It's true that Miguel is a very charming man but you've never thought about it this way, especially since he is your employer.

• But every time the two of you end up being alone, you can't deny that your thoughts are far from those you're supposed to have concerning your employer. But it's not your fault that every time he comes hom from work, your eyes can't leave him. You watch him tacking his jacket off, watching his whoulders flex slightly and then undoing his tie. It's not your fault that even the slightest hint of his skin makes you feel like seeing the Sun for the first time.

• It's not your fault that every time you get a whiff of his cologne when he gets too close, you imagine him wrapping his burly arms around you, pressing you against his broad chest and keeping you warm and secure.

• It's not your fault that every time he shows concern for you, your health or just wants to make sure you're not too tired from all your work, you feel a huge wave of gratefulness (and maybe even more) hit you.

•It's not your fault that every time you feel tired, every time you feel like giving up, his smile flashes into your mind and you suddenly feel an unusual warmth fill you up and you can practically hear him cheering you up.

• It's not your fault if that one day you came too early at their place and when Miguel opened the door, still half-asleep, hair dissheveled, still unshaved and wearing nothing but gray sweatpants you felt your heart sink in your chest.

• Hearing Miguel's sleepy voice apologizing, saying that he overslept, which never happens, had an effect on you that you were too ashamed to acknowledge. Since that day, you couldn't stop picturing him just the way he was that morning. No matter how hard he would try to look put together in his tailored suits, you would only remember his drowsy looks, deep voice in the morning and how good his plush skin looked in the moment. Needless to say that the thoughts this image inspired you made you feel quite guilty afterwards. But you were not strong enough to resist imagining you running your hands over his wide frame, hairy chest and smooth back... You were not strong enough to resist imagining your hands wrapping around his neck while he would crush you under his weight, nor imagining the way your fingers would slip under these useless layers of fabric...

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I don't know why I have struggIed so much writing the last part 😖. I hope this wasn't too cringe to read. I'm currently working on the fourth (and last) part.

[marshmallowwitharubberband]

Worldbuilding idea I won't get to use bc I'm too lazy to write:

A place where both the warm and cold seasons are kinda extreme and people live in sprawling, single-story buildings, usually in multi-generational homes. Every fall, a huge part of winter preparations include the families sealing off the outside-facing rooms and essentially moving together to the innermost rooms of the house, where the heating system is, to more effectively protect themselves from the cold, leaving just one route to the outside.

There may be a cultural celebration/holiday right before, where the point is to air out and solve any grievances among family members, so those don't explode while everyone is cooped up together for the next three months. (Whether that works or not, it's still a tradition.)

Spring Cleaning is a huge thing, because it includes cleaning up the previously-sealed outer rooms to make them inhabitable again and everyone moving their stuff back into them, as those are the coolest, best-ventilated rooms during the hotter months.

It is commonplace for people to not see some of their family members at all during spring/summer. One, because the summer rooms are spread kinda far appart at the edges of the house; and two, because, after spending all winter together, they kinda need space from each other.

[hatredcurse]

It was a soft summer night. The dusk faded in an eternal black of the night, riddled with the stars and the moon. This is when Sasuke and Mimi came out to play. Creatures of the night, who like to hide in the shadows of the barely lit Konoha training grounds. Both the decedents of the two founding Clans, wearing the burden of expectations since their early childhood: They were expected to be strong, determined to carry on the will of fire without a second thought. But these two had second thoughts due to traumatic events. With Itachi slaughtered his own Clan, like cutting off the roots of a young blossoming tree, Sasuke tried to grow up without roots. Of course he was held and helped growing by important People in his life. But his Pillar through rainstorms and cold, freezing winter days never left his side. The young Senju girl. The gentle blonde girl and the black haired stoic boy were polar opposites right from the beginning. Mikoto and Tsunade often met with their beloved children to let them play with each other. Sasuke shared his tomatoes, Mikoto brought with her as a snack and Mimi made him a flower crown. The night after the massacre, Mimi snucked out of the old Senju compound where she lived with Shizune and her mother to reach Sasukes appartment. Without a word, everything was understood, Mimi laid herself behind the relentlessly crying Uchiha. Mimi was the place where he could show his feelings and sentiments, assured that the young Senju was always ready to gently gift stabiltiy and loyalty. Even through Sasukes darkest times, where he left the village, angry and full of hate, Mimi doesn’t disappeared out of his life. She risked being punished as a traitor herself, for meeting with a dangerous threat to the village. Gracing their bond with more importance than the will of fire, her great grandfather proclaimed. She was a frequent guest in the prison where Sasuke spent years for turning his back to the village. People who claimed being Sasukes friends or that he was their love interest stayed away for that time. But Mimi stayed, using the Mokuton to change his prison cell into a meadow with beautiful flowers growing in it, for her allowed visiting hours. Mimi always was and still is sensitive so the snarky remarks of her peers and especially the elders. She swallowed them all, to avoid conflicts, but before she starts to burst, Sasukes imprisonment ended. He gave her an healthy outlet of her feelings, she had swallowed all the years. They met for sparring sessions at night. The beginning was the same every time: Mimi sat between Sasukes legs while his hands worked her hair into a breaded ponytail for the fight. She on the other bandaged his hands. Like a king and a Queen suiting up for a fight. The ending though? Sometimes they screamed at each other, sometimes they laughed and teased each other and then there were the times where both of them were so concentrated, that they were just too focused to speak at all. Tonight started like the other days, as sasuke braided her hair, Mimi suddenly was focused on his hands touching the skin of her back, like they usually do. A little sigh, almost a moan, left her mouth. As she realised what she did, she bit her lips, being all too sure, that Sasuke heard her little slip of an emotion that she never felt or even showed towards him. || @senjumimi

Throughout everything he's endured with might and ignorant bravery, Sasuke's hands still shook. More precisely, his bad arm could never quell this nerve-deep shiver whenever he takes too a task requiring fine-motor skills. It was unnoticeable. Small micro-flexions of the first layer of muscle tensing over his entire hand and up his forearm, but when aggravated under fine-motor stress, his fingers would twitch and spasm.

Luckily, it didn't seem to affect his task, yet. The braid he worked into the Senju's long hair remained clean without a single stray. Every few minutes, he worked with his good arm to comb out the remaining long tresses straight before resuming his work, placing each plait tight with just enough volume to look glamorous rather than dull.

He pauses briefly, catching the sound of something he feels he shouldn't hear and promptly ignoring it.

Tying it off at the end with a forest green hair tie, he runs his hand under the length of it for good measure before allowing it to fall against her back. " It's done, " he says, pushing the handled mirror to her to look over his handiwork.

With her hair done, he reaches back on his belt, looking for the pouch with his bandages. He had bought new ones recently, slightly thicker than the usual brand, specifically for this. Not so much a taijutsu user in recent years in actual missions, so he didn't fret splurging a little extra for their little sparring sessions.

" Whenever you're ready, " he placed both wraps near her thigh, Sasuke, himself, rolling up his sleeves so the length won't interfere with her work.

[bigbadivy]

Rest With Me

"One leg after the other,"

Hero said patienly. The short walk down the dark haklway seemed to go for years. Villain would throw a snarky comment, or try and banter to lighten the atmosphere but he was so tired.

"Here..."

Hero slowly helped him sit and unlocked her door. Villain looked up to look at her, realizing he didn't actually see her for the last two hours.

She was often the serious one between them, but he never saw her face this... Sparkless.

He couldn't find any words of comfort until she crouched down and helped him up again. Villain laid on the sofa, finally resting his sore muscles but not comfortable.

"Wait here. I'll get first aid."

Villain noted how different the appartment was from his last visit. It was messier, even messiar than it usually is, with documents and pictures and notes covering the floor and walls. The biggest pile of crumbled papers laid in front of him, circling a hand made map of the base they barely got out of.

It was really important to her, wasn't it? He signed loudly. Of course he ruined everything.

"I think I know how to take care of your arm, if there is anything worse we will call someone."

Hero sat in front of him, actually seeing him for the first time in a few hours.

"...Villain?"

His despareation was probably shown all over him. Damm it. He could at least save her the guilt.

"They won't ask anything. I would not risk you."

The pillows surrounding him didn't feel soft. He shouldn't be relaxed. He didn't deserve to.

"Villain, is... You... "

She signed placed her hand over his.

"You can tell me anything."

She tried to smile at him, but neither of them were in the mood for it and it died quickly.She took her hand away to take a bandage and start working.

The silence was awful. Hero cleaning his wounds was such a torture that it felt like a cruel joke. He should end this.

"hero..."

Villain gently pushed her hand away from his cuts.

"I'll get off your back. I just... You can go rest and I promise I'll be gone tomorrow morning."

Hero froze. She stared at him speechless, lips trembling.

"Why?"

That was all she managed to say.

"I..."

I am reckless and impulsive, but I can deal with it as long as I'm the only one who suffers from the consequences.I don't want to continue to be a burden.I have risked your LIFE.

"I- just-..."

How is he supposed to say it? Or anything at his state?

"Just leave me, hero."

The silence felt even worse now.Hero stayed still, her hand griping a wet towel. When she finally got up, instea of walking away she placed her free hand over his.

"I would never leave you,"

She said then, Villain tried to fight the butterflies he felt.

"it's only fair. You would never leave me when I need you."

"I..."

"You never did."

She pressed on his hand, leaving no doubt about the sincerity in her voice.

"You came for me today, like you always did. You stood up against Supervillain."

That's what he did, perhaps, but even with that he managed to put her in danger.Hero got captured purposely, ready to go into Supervillain's lair alone to try and rescue her friends.But the moment he saw her held up, he forgot his fear of Supervillain.

By attacking him he brought the entire lair on them."I-"

"You wanted to help."

He... Well he did but...

"I would have done the same. You know that."

She would. Villain caught himself smiling. When he looked up and saw her brighter smile, he pressed joined their fingers. Being still tired and bruised and scared, he could only look at his Hero with loving eyes. Relief and relaxation visible on her face.

He wants to believe her words so bad

"I'll get you clean up, we'll rest for a bit, then think of the next step."

He nodded, hoping that she understood how much he's committed. They will heal. They will not be broken. They will save her team. Together.

Hero sat on the couch beside, getting comfortable as she leaned in and got back to bandaging. He missed her warmth in his hand but felt himself relax.

And now, finally, both of them managed to rest.

[lolbutjustabit]

TELL ME ALLL ABOUT MARGARET

OK HUEHEH

her regular design is a margherrita and pepperoni pizza roll (you can find this design on my profile..somewhere) and she was created by accident in a lab located in pennsylvania. long story short, two of the lab's employees were eating lunch next to the cloning vats that were still in the workings, they accidentally drop their food there aaand wow boom margarett and her "sister" were created, w humanoid ish features bc the vat took some of the dna from the employee who was holding the her yk (that's why she has a bite on her head, she was bitten by one of the employees before becoming alive)

all these facts Imma say are applied to both the designs, as a regular and as a gijinka, is the same story for both so dw.

she's rlly chill, has a nice relationship w almost everyone she meets bc of that, she's rlly sweet specially w shake, but she can also be pretty assertive when she needs to, also specially w shake.

she's a stoner lol she has a hello kitty bong and frequently smokes w shake.

margarett is often losing jobs and finding new ones, also never having a stable routine, so she has the responsability to find a job, but not to mantain one lmao

her fellow creation/sister is called popcarmen, who doesn't like shake that much since he's whiny, annoying, stupid, lazy, messy....I could go on all day.

margarett had a lot of relationships w a ton of people (fun fact shes pan) before meeting shake, but she never actually wanted something serious or commitment, it was all for fun and games yk, specially bc no one actually wanted commitment w her, so she never knew what it was actually like, until she met shake ofc, clingy the way he is he prolly asked her to marry him in like the first week of knowing her lol. Took her some time to finally be his girlfriend officially, but now they're happy in a commited relationship, but still they don't think ab future, getting married and having children, they just love each other and thats it yk..

she's rlly lazy and messy, she lives in an appartment w popcarmen and she hates how destroyed margarett's room looks lol. She also has the habit of leaving junk food around the house, which pisses of popcarmen even more. And ofc, her habit is worse when shake is around, since they usually smoke together, watch movies and eat junk food, then they sleep and dont clean their mess most of the time.

margarett is rlly stupid (not as much as shake tho) and slow, so when shake tells her a joke she usually doesn't get it for HOURS, until when she finally gets it she laughs wherever she is, frequently startling ppl around her loll.

shes also pretty impulsive and can say stuff she regrets right after, she doesn't think too much before she acts.

margarett is rlly scared of being lonely and having the same feeling she felt when she was all alone in the lab when she first woke up from being created, shes rlly scared of losing ppl the loves.

most of the time she denies being wrong, not bc she knows shes wrong but doesnt admit it, but bc she ACTUALLY think shes right cus she dummmmb

she has a plutonian friend called jarvis, he helped her and her sister when they escaped from the lab. He owns a bar located in pennsylvania

hmmm theres prolly some more stuff but I cant remember it rn.. SOOO HERE U GO hope u guys like her as much as I do ^.^ AND SRRY if any of those are confusing to read, wrote this all pretty fast lol

[ass-deep-in-demons]

Fifteen questions for fifteen mutuals

Got tagged by @nihilizzzm TYSM!

Are you named after anyone? Yep, after an ancestor of mine.

Do you have kids? Nope, maybe someday.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Fairly often, yes :)

When was the last time you cried? Yesterday (it was therapy day).

What is the first thing you notice about other people? The way they greet me. Are they shy or forward? Friendly or reserved? Those sorts of things.

Eye colour: glowing red - I am called demons not for naught ;P

What sports do you/have you played? Weightlifting, squash. I want to get into yoga and cycling.

Any special talent? Several people told me I have a talent for teaching.

Where were you born? [classified]

Scary movies or happy ending? Happy ending all the way. Or drama. Horrors are generally not my thing. They don't scare me much and the plot is usually shallow. There are a few exceptions of course.

Do you have any pets? Nope and I don't want any. I'm a very busy person, I work a lot and am out of my appartment most of the time. I travel fairly often. Any pet I would have would be very lonely, and organizing substitute care would be a nightmare. I'm also a clean freak and pets make mess. I do like the idea of having a pet bird tho. Maybe one day.

How tall are you? I'm tall for a girl.

What are your hobbies? Fanfiction, gym, RPGs, fantasy, making music, tarot, camping outdoors.

Favourite subject at school? I was a nerd I liked them all (except for PE).

Dream job? My current job is my dream job and I worked my ass off for the last 15 years to get where I am today!

No-pressure tagging: @sparetooth @varricscrossbowbianca @dorkybimbo @middleearthpixie @hippodameia @sotwk @scyllas-revenge @fenharel-enaste @thetempleofthemasaigoddess @cardboard-guitar @esta-elavaris @marsharmonicorchestra @queenmeriadoc @bl00dyfawn @janeeyreofmanderley @glorf1ndel

[inyourwildestdreams22]

https://x.com/w0nkas/status/1690823639778619392?s=46

This is such an innocent tweet I'm actually cringing like why are they jumping that poor girl acting like she called Z a slut or something ?¿ ?she simply pointed out that "they" (yes they!! because she has been spotted doing it with Tom thousand of times already, even if they hate to see it) have been house shopping ? It's literally a jokey joke, no one is saying Z isn't her own person like..what 😂

Then clicked on the account, saw it was Timdaya and it all became clearer lmao

Please they literally can't shut up about the fact Z cleaned his appartement like 5 years ago or geeking about them having the same watch and another minor thing but goooood forbid someone joke about them converting into architecture design, bffr

I usually ignore this but today I’m cranky lol. It’s always those stans being weird af, that tweet was just a joke but of course it’s someone with a timdaya obsession triggered about it, so transparent. But then they are the ones making a hundred tweets about how much they miss them and relating things Z does with him when there is no correlation whatsoever but god forbid someone makes a joke about her related to her actual boyfriend who she’s been with for 6 years. 🙄

[charleneferlay]

Drawing Philip II of Macedon

After my first post on drawing Alexander, I'd like to talk about his father!

Here is the amazing portrait by @elfinfen:

More to read below!

Let's start with his face: I asked for a olive skin tone and dark hair. In the novel, Philippos is usually described as having very tanned skin, so his skin may get much darker than this at the end of summer.

You may have seen several pictures of Philip II. Here are some, just in case:

Philip in the 2005 movie, with brown hair.

Philip by J. F. Oliveras, with brown hair.

Unknown artist, Philip with black/brown hair:

There are a lot more pictures of him online, but all of them share two traits: Philip is missing an eye (more below) and he's got hair ranging from brown to black. Compared to him, Alexander usually has hair ranging from light to dark blond, sometimes light brown.

The truth is, we have no idea what Philip's hair color was. The frescoes in the tombs of Macedonia show us Macedonians with all hair colors, so Philip could have been blond, or have russet hair. I think the reason why he is usually pictured with darker hair is to set Alexander appart from him... but in the biographies I read, there was no hint that they didn't look like each other!

So why is my Philippos very dark haired? Since Alexandros is the son of Philippos and Zeus, I wanted to set him appart. In my story, all of Philippos' daughters, as well as his son Arrhidaios, his nephew Amyntas and his illegitimate son Ptolemaios look a lot like him. Some have straight hair, or some variations, but when the narrator meets the (dead) brothers and half brothers of Philippos, they also look so strongly like him that no one can doubt they are of the same family. This is almost a caricature, but it can be explained because Philippos' family has divine blood, descending from Herakles. There's a "type" in the family that runs strong, and they all look like each other... except Alexandros, who looks like his half siblings Hermes, Appolo and Artemis.

Now, moving to the eye: that is the result of an arrow wound in 354BC. The eye was removed surgically. We don't really know how the wound looked like, but since eye injuries ick me a lot, I asked the artist to make it a very clean wound. In Gemmel's story The Lion of Macedon, it seems like it didn't heal nearly as well.

You may have noticed that my Philippos' armor has the same shape as the one on the last picture. This is because we (and many other artists) use the same source for Philip's armor:

This is "Philip II's armor", now in the Museum of the Royal Tombs of Aigai in Vergina, Greece.

I'm using a recreation by Hellenic armors:

Now, the twist is that while this armor comes from a tomb which was named after Philip II, it is probably not his tomb but that of his son Arrhidaios. My source for that is @jeannereames, who knows way more about Alexander&Folks than I do, so if she thinks it's Arrhidaios' tomb, who am I to disagree? Still, I decided to use this armor as a reference, because it's pretty and because I didn't have a better one to use.

In my version, Philippos wears a scarf around his neck. There are two reasons for that: first, armor on skin isn't a nice feel, so I wanted to have some clothe visible to make it look like more comfortable. For this armor, I decided to go with a roman like scarf (picture from x-legio).

The second reason for the scarf is to link Philippos' picture with Alexandros:

Basically I needed to add some beige to Philippos to get the same color palette of dark red / bronze / beige.

Another link between those two pictures is the left eye. The first time I described Philippos' eye color was in the spin off, where he described himself:

I had been a small child, dark haired with forgettable brown eyes – my brothers had inherited my mother’s beautiful, deep blue irises, and I the boring muddy shade of my father [...]. Teenagerhood had ambushed me while I was stranded in Illyria; it had hit violently, spraying pimples all over my face, stretching hairy legs until they looked like knees holding sticks together, and I had a soft, ridiculous black fuzz over my upper lip.

Needless to say, I was suddenly overcome with nostalgia for Illyria, where people simply did not go naked in front of others.

A few things about this part: blue eyes were actually not favored in Ancient Greece and I have no idea if Illyrians liked to be naked or not. In between this scene and now, I changed my mind, and Philippos' eyes turned to dark blue, to share Alexandros' left eye's color. What didn't change, however, is that young Philippos describes himself as a pretty ugly teen, and though he's grown into a very confident king, in this scene with Kleitos, he is obviously not depicting himself as much prettier:

[For context, Philippos and Kleitos are discussing Philippos's relationship with one of his page, Hippostratos, while P&K have been lovers for 20years. Philippos just broke up with Pausanias, with whom he was getting along very well, except Pausanias was getting too old for that.] "He's really not the sharpest spear, that boy," Philippos mumbled [...]. "I could have told you that," Kleitos said with a smirk. "But you wouldn't have listened, right? Whenever you get rid of a boy you like, you always move to idiots who bore you to death." "What a friend you are." [...] "Oh no, believe me, I do pity you," Kleitos joked. "Your life is always so complicated compared to mine..." "Your choice," Philippos reminded you. "I've never forbade you to..." "Nah, you know, there's only one man I want." "I am really wondering why," Philippos laughed, "old and ugly as he is." "Because I'm young and pretty?"

In a later scene, after Philippos is wounded (and taking too much poppy milk to deal with the pain), he has a rather bitter conversation with the main character, Orestis/Hephaistion, who brought him a message from Pausanias, who is trying to get his former lover back:

"What does he want?" Philippos repeated. "Lands? A command? A high born spouse?" I blinked, surprised. "He told me he wanted to be with you, that's all." The laugh that followed was bitter, almost a bark - and then it turned into a great wave that shook the king with acidic mirth, until he rose his head again. "That is the most absurd thing I ever heard. Who would want to be with that? I used to be ugly, and now I need a fucking slave to get out of my bed. I'm too old for this bullshit... and even if I weren't, they come, they go, they don't care about what I feel about them and I don't care about what they feel about me. It's pointless." "He said he loves you." "Love? Was that love, when he told you to spread the rumors that killed Hippostratos?"

Okay Philou, we get it, you think you're really not pretty.

But are you? Are you really ugly?

(People usually agree that he's really handsome on this painting lol.)

At some point of the story, Hephaistion gets to see Philippos at fifteen, and his description of him is like that:

If Philippos had been at Mieza with us, and not a prince, he would have been one of those boys who, for a hopeful stare aimed at Pausanias, would have been laughed at for a full week. He was tall for his age, with too long limbs and the air of a newborn foal. With pimples all over his cheeks and a rather weak shin, heavy eyebrows, and a rather big nose, he looked like the can of boys who will try anything and everything to get his beard faster - and I had to admit, he looked much better with one.

... basically because the beard hides the acne scars and, with the right cut, strengthen the jaw and the shin. So while Philippos was probably an average teenager moaning that he is ugly (well, everyone is ugly compared to dashing Pausanias and Hephaistion in the book, even Alexandros moans that he's not pretty enough), as an adult he does know how to make the best of what he has, and actually has a fair share of charm (and the best and worst sense of humor, you DON'T want to get one of his jokes aimed at you). Oh, and the diadem of a king, which, according to Alexandros:

Hephaistion: "I don't get why Pausanias is so obsessed with him. I mean, with his eye, he is not exactly..." Alexandros : "Pretty? He is the king." Hephaistion: "So? Does being a king make you prettier?" Alexandros: "Obviously."

I'll be leaving you with a second commission drawn by the amazing Kloh.eh, of Philippos at fiften:

One funny thing about this pic is that according to the artist, this is the first time someone came to her to ask for a not-pretty character XD But I love him that way, and it seems my readers on AO3 also like that he's a rather bland teen!

[elslittlestories]

How I feel being in a relationship with Tech would really be like

Disclaimer : I held absolutely no grudges against writers describing Tech's romantic behavior a little too neurotypical to my taste.

Once Tech figures he likes you too, you'll become his new l'hyperfixation. He'll study you and gathered as much data as he can without actually have to ask any questions. If you have a friend or relative that loves to tell stories about you, they'd be Tech primary source of information.

In the first weeks, maybe months of your relationship, he might spend a LOT of time with you. He enjoys your company but mostly, he's looking for more data! He wants to know everything about you, from your favorite ice-cream flavor to your piloting skills (if you have any)

If one of your passions peeks his interest, Tech will also hyperfocus on that (side quest!!) . You might end up spending hours talking about the subject together, which is great. Until he becomes more knowledgeable than you and starts correcting you with his usual bluntness. I hope you're not too susceptible...!

He'll make a list of things you've talked about and rely on it when looking for gifts ideas. You might get a bunch of stuff you wouldn't have bought for yourself, since Tech can't really tell the difference between small talk and something you actually like a lot.

There most likely won't be much sweet talk and romantic metaphor coming from Tech. Don't try telling him you love him to the moon and back (or whatever the Star Wars equivalent is) and don't expect him to do it neither. Subtle allusions to cuddles will lead you nowhere. If you want a kiss, grab his by the neck or just ask for it! He'll do the same to you.

If one day he feels comfortable telling you he loves you, it won't be a serenade. You'll have to learn how to read the emotions behind his words. Maybe he'll tilt his head a certain way, or he'll squeeze your hand or your thigh but it will be a simple 'I love you'.

If forced to it, he might ramble about why he loves you. It'll be messy, sometime incoherent like starting a sentence but changing his mind midway and going a complete opposite direction. It's cute, though.

He won't celebrate any anniversary and will most likely forget your birthday. He'll k ow the dates, but when the day comes, he won't connect the dots. Partly because his brain doesn't work like that, partly because this kind of stuff means nothing to him. If you ask him to take you on a date or do something special for the occasion, he will do it gladly though, as a chance to spend time with you. But to him it'll be just another Tuesday.

As time passes by, his hyperfocus on you will pass and this is when it might become difficult to maintain the relationship. Tech will still love you, but there'll be another fixation on his mind that he will dedicate a lot of time to. Which will lead to less time together...He'll come home late, forget about date nights, and might not listen to you as much, even intterupt you to infodump.

His gifts might become even more random. Or he'll buy you stuff related to his l'hyperfixation and might have trouble understanding why you don't find it fascinating.

He most probably won't be of any help with chores from day one. He'll do the dishes with you if it means keeping up with your conversation, but don't expect him to clean the floor on his own. If you confront him about it (rightly so!), he'll offer to pay for a house keeper. To avoid further fights, you might consider it seriously!

Tech's definition of a cuddle is him sitting on the couch with his data pad and you laying against him. He'll play with your hair and trace lines on your skin, which feels great, but the actual hugs makes him too uncomfortable.

He'll only initiate hugs in three occasions : when you cry, when you two reunite after spending a few days appart and when making out.

You might feel left out as time goes by, but getting him back to you will only take a good communication. Tech loves you, he just doesn't feel the need to show it as much as you'd want him to. Maintaining a relationship with someone like him takes work, from both of you, and a lot af talking. Chances are you're overanalyzing that thing he said or the reason with he forgot you were going out tonight. Talk to him ❤️

He'll die for you. Literally.

This is way too long but I can't help but give you these too extra treats 🙃

No cute couple photograph. The man doesn't know how to smile on picture and will look either like a retarded or a serial killer.

He'll. comment. the. movie. He'll suggest theories (mostly right so he's basically spoiling the damn movie) and point at plot holes. If it's too scientifically inaccurate, he might just leave.

[confessions-official]

i feel bad for wanting a different life then i do now because my appartment is stable

i do have a bed to sleep on but i cant help but feel like i never truely had my own space because i never had my own bedroom and i always slept with someone else either next to me or anything, my sister has to take calls and lectures and i have to stay quiet, i want my own desk so badly because only laying on a bed has made me drastically lazy and such, i cant even cry in peace and i have to stop stimming when my sisters friends are over when i dont want to see them

i have a full fridge but its packed TOO much, we have abunch of meat in there that gets forgotten quickly, alot of food that only my parents eat, hell the kitchen itself it so horrid by other families standards, the moment you walk in you already see a overfilled bag of trash and counters that have not been cleaned in months, me and my sister had emptied and cleaned the fridge this easter break and the moment mom and dad got home it got cluttered again, the table we use to just place food is also a mess and we leave fruits and vaggies on it causing them to spoil more quickly

my mom keeps alot of soaps, papers, bags - she doesnt even go shoping, she doesnt want us to use the special soaps she gives away (which is a full closet to clarify) and got mad at my sister when she cleaned the bathroom and used one of those, there isnt enough space to walk, and we use only 6 bags at maximum

i dont know HOW to clean, at most we vacume but thats it, with all the stuff we have laying around its hard and i dont know which spray bottle to use for which products, i dont even know how to use a washing machine or how to mop a floor, theyre both very lazy (and i dont blame them both, theyre really tired all the time and my mom sleeps most of the day) and my mom would freak out if we shower more then 2 people a day because of this really musty dirty plastic bathtub we have that she collects water with so i shower once a week, i know how gross it is i feel bad but its not as bad as my grandmas house which is very moldy and its atleast bareable to invite people in

i never got to dress myself in the morning, my parents always wake me up and brush my hair (my mom always tells me my hair is oily or not brushed well even though everyone else tells me i do a great job) and they just argue about mundane stuff and i just want peace and quiet at 6 am - they always nag me about homework and studying and due to complicated neurodivergent stuff in my head i freeze and i cant seem to find anything i want to do untill its really late and im tried by that time i wish i could just do everything at the same time but i cant, and i cant talk about it to them, but aside from being boring to listen to they care about me unlike alotof other parents who probably wouldnt have bothered despite me not needing alot of support

i wish i had a small house and not an apartment, my stimming usually involves running around and with a small apartment 1) there will be always someone in a room and i dont like anyone else seeing me 2) the neighbors below, by some luck who havent sued us yet, probably dont apprechiate it, btu i have a place to live in

i already have a stable apartment and i shouldnt be complaining at all, i dont know why but i sometimes wonder how it would be like to live in the average family american TV seems to show

maybe my life will turn around once i have my own apartment / house, hopefully by then i will have learnt a thing about cleaning or two

 

[somnolancee]

People on Twitter been begging for more stuff about Banoffee so here's 106 facts of him~ (Precise lmao)

-He has a snake bite scar on his neck

-He is a good singer

-He prays his ancestors everynight, no exception

-He is both left and right handed

-He has abandonment and attachment issues

-He is actually somewhat, introvert

-He is always covered by his fan when he talks to someone, unless

he's angry or is at his clan

-He isn't fond of animals, excepted birds

-He smokes Opium, has a Chinese Pipe

-He's a maniac and clean obsessed

-He is obsessed by his appearance

-He has disciples and is training them, to become dancers.

His clan is very popular for that

-His parents were good friends of Dark Cacao, also his dancers but Cacao never know they had a child.

-He has his own appartments in the citadel

-He has frequents rendezvous with the Royal Advisor

Each of them trying to poison the tea and coffee of each other

-Banoffee has a secret place in the Kingdom with a big decorated tree where birds like to go. He always go there when he wants to talk with the birds or just have time for himself.

-He has some henchmen on his side in case.

-Banoffee has a whole cult and fanclub devoted to his divine person in the Kingdom

-He's very close to Syrup but completely distant to Sabayon Cream.

-He's been a victim of Pomegranate's mirror

With his fan he can creates gust of winds, razor sharp wind etc...

As dangerous as a weapon.

-He managed to have Dark Cacao under his control, till Affogato joined the Royal Court

-He paints his fans himself

-Really rare but it happens for him to do rituals dances.

-He has a superiority complex

-He's gay and don't mind being Poly

-When he's irritated or angry, he loves making himself extra pretty to feel more relaxed

-Banoffee took an arrow from Caramel Arrow.

Actually she was targetting Affogato, but Banoffee 'protected' him and took it instead.

-Banoffee doesn't wear the colors of the Kingdom because he rathers prefer using his clan color. Also a good reminding to the citizen that an outsider managed to be in Cacao's good graces

-He can combine his power and skill with Affogato's and even Caramel Arrow

Just imagine wind + poison or Wind + arrows lol

-Banoffee's anger is the calm type (worst imo HAHA). He's always incredibly calm with his usual smile, but he is BURNING inside

Only exception is Affogato, he doesn't even bother to keep himself together lol

-He always toy with innocent people to use them for his little schemes or cores.

It always work and the weaker never resist to his aura

-My main inspiration for Banoffee has been Danmeis~

-His Father died because of wild Beast in the Kingdom and the lack of Protection from the Royal Guard

His mother died due to grief and sadness of losing her husband.

Banoffee since had to raise all alone his 6 sisters at the age of 10.

-Banoffee finds the Dark Cacao Kingdom hypocrite. He hates the citizen, hates the Court, the Watchers, has a beef with the King.

He doesn't like the way they treated his family and his clan and how they abandonned them and never cared of their safety despite them being children

-He is ESTJ hehe

-During his emo arc (lol) he is worst than he is : Cold, dry, impatient, painful and mean.

Never speaks.

Consider him as a Boss and a menace for Gingerbrave & Co

-Even so he hates weapon and avoid them like the plague, he hides two daggers in his fan

-He likes to speak A LOT the language of fans. Seeing everyone confused amuses him.

-His skill is similar to Vampire's

-He faked his blindness back to his emo arc

-When he was locked in his Tower, he has a right hand little boy, he loved very much. After being back to his clan, the little boy became au disciple

-He once stabbed Affogato. He's still guilty about that even years after.

-When he and Affogato married, they were alone and celebrated it in an isolated place.

-Banoffee was a very cheerful and nice little boy, but kind of harassed by the other kids

-When he was a kid, he was always watching Dark Choco's training

-He hates Gingerbrave and his friends. They give him a headache

-He once tried to end his existence with the weapon of his father. Ended him with another horizontal scar on his neck

-He loves kids. Even if he's been traumatized by being a parent, he still really nice and sweet with children

-He's very agile and always move with elegance and grace

-He pretends to do what he does for the sake of his family and clan, but in the end it's for selfish purpose and his own situation.

-He's the subject of a lot of rumors in the Kingdom

Good and bad

-He knew the Coffee Tribe when he was a child. He was once forced to spend a night there because he lost his parents and there was too much snow for staying outside.

-Him and Affogato were really close friends, but due to his condition, Affogato couldn't spend time with him.

-Rare, but he does sleep with Dark Cacao when they have their affairs.

-In thoses first time they met Affogato believed that Banoffee's sisters where "his harem"

Banoffee did NOT like this lol

he has a huge collection of incense and talismans

-He is really silent when he's near the King. Just listening to everything

-Toffee mostly do the work but Banoffee tend to eye dropping a lot, especially when it comes to Affogato and his disciples.

-Some of the said disciples have fallen for him and Banoffee manages to catch some delicious informations from them

-Affogato has a voodoo doll of Banoffee

-Banoffee loves elarging his culture. He reads and do some researches a lot. Mostly at night

-He needs 10 hours of sleep, or most of the time he would be in an irritated mood the next day.

-He sometimes sleeps with beauty Masks

He does this since he's a child

-His pride and ego are insane /neg

-Snake phobia

-He's bad with social interactions, he doesn't care at all that what the person in front of him thinks or feels

-He always snap his fan when he hears something that doesn't please him

-He doesn't drink alcohol unless he's sad lol. He mostly drinks Rice alcohol

-Banoffee is pisces

-Eclair cookie sometimes visit him and his clan for history and researches purposes.

-Banoffee always work on a closed office with a few lighting and some incense.

No one dare to disturb him, he needs to be 100% foccused and that's why NO ONE is allowed to enter his office when he's there

-He actually has a huge collection of fans-

-He smells a sweet aroma of caramel and vanilla

-He has a lot of prayer jewels, incenses, flower and offerings.

He always use all of this for his ancestral/family altar.

He takes great care of it

-He might not show it, but Banoffee has a STRONG sense of family.

He cares mostly about it, it's literally a part of his life.

-He well raised his sisters. Polites, well-manered, kind, gorgeous as hell as well (family haha)

-His Father name was Banana Cream Cookie

His Mother named was Caramelized Syrup Cookie

(Subject to change I think)

-One of the dances he always perform with his sisters is actually a Korean dance called the "Buchaechum"

-He always do some hunting by his own around his clan in order to protect it, because he find the Royal guard incompetent

-His Magic Candy would give him the possibility to silent his enemies and also give them debuffs

(W.I.P subject to change)

-Banoffee and his sisters + clan are Chinese coded.

They live NEAR the Dark Cacao Kingdom, but still 'belongs' to

that Kingdom

-If he was in Ovenbreak, his combi pet would be a swallow :>

-Banoffee never really accepted his sexual orientation in a way, mostly when his choose Affogato out of all the people he knew lol

-He's very guilty to admit it but he's kind of happy and glad his parents are dead due to some reasons.

-He was close to Dark Choco back to their childhood

-Banoffee comforts people in a very good way.

-Banoffee's Bananas on his outfit aren't edible-

-His favorite flowers are hydrangea and Spring flowers

-Favorite season is Spring

-His clan has always a day off once a year, for celebrating their ancestors

it's basically the equivalent of Qingming Jie (hope I called it well)

-Banoffee never cut his hair.

In Chinese traditions (from what I saw throught my researches)

it has family meanings.

-Banoffee always carry a talisman with him

He hides it in his robes

-He doesn't feel cold as much as 'normal' people do. That's why despite the Snowy Kingdom, he doesn't wear warm clothes

-He loves traditional music. He finds it relaxing for everything and nothing

-He hates modern technology.

Yeah he's a boomer

-He's a very strict teacher and parent. Always slapping people with his fan when something isn't correct or perfectly executed

-The "lace-like" wires he has on his face are his hair, not jewels or accessories

-His Fanclaim theme is *unsurprisingly* Lord Shen's theme

-He never wanted to be a King because he considers himself more than that.

-Speaking of that, he didn't like Affogato's plan of becoming a King because Banoffee knows he would be damned and that Affogato would be a bad King.

-Pomegranate once asked Banoffee to join the Cookies of darkness, because he has potential.

He refused and disrespected her at the time.