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yanderes-galore · 1 year ago

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I MISSED YESTERDAY I HOPE IM NOT TO LATE. hello hello, may i request a eclipse concept ? or maybe you can do eclipse with the prompt of 19 ? its up to you ! dm me if you need help with the prompt :) (also also, dm me if you got the request since tumblr tends to eat my requests.)

Hey! I apologize that I didn't see the DM part of this so I hope you saw this in the Current Drafts post :( Either way, I'll try my best since Eclipse unfortunately does not appear for long in the DLC! I haven't seen people write for Ruin Eclipse so here you go!

Note: I hope everyone enjoys the FNAF movie tomorrow! I'm not going to talk about it on here for a week after I see it!

Yandere! Eclipse Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Babying, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Overprotective behavior, Delusional behavior, Forced companionship.

Eclipse has been shown to be a balance between Sun and Moon after being reset.

Honestly there's a couple directions I think I could take with this character.

One is where you explore the abandoned Pizzaplex and find Eclipse after Cassie resets them.

Another is the classic one where you're a mechanic and feel you have to reset Sun and Moon due to... malfunctions (obsession).

The resulting reset causing Eclipse to appear.

Eclipse is described according to the wiki as gentle, whimsical, and calm.

They're playful yet responsible and aren't as "overwhelming" compared to their counterparts.

I have a feeling towards you they'd be almost parental in nature due to being programmed to work with kids.

The purpose of Eclipse in the series is unknown, at least to me.

Yet they seem to have the same objective as Sun and Moon, be a Daycare Attendant.

If they see you roaming the ruined Daycare like in the first idea, they'd assume you're lost!

You thought the daycare would be one of the safest places to flee to in the ruined Pizzaplex.

However, the sense of security you had is quickly doused the moment you see the damaged Daycare Attendant.

Yet their voice is calm and caring unlike their appearance.

In the first scenario Eclipse shows concern as to why you're in such a dangerous place.

Are you lost? You look too old to be in the Daycare!

As a result you gain a companion on your trip out of the Pizzaplex.

Yet there's a chance Eclipse won't let you leave by the end of it.

If they met you after you trying to figure out why the Daycare Attendant is malfunctioning then their obsession would be faster.

As in the second scenario there's already an established obsession.

You may be a mechanic in that one yet they feel you must be cared for!

They recall you are a close friend of theirs and they simply must help you along with the kids!

Pretty soon you start to regret activating the secret third mode of the Daycare Attendant.

Overall Eclipse displays traits more mature than the others.

While Sun and Moon act childish with you and drag you into games or naps, Eclipse stays calm when redirecting.

As Eclipse the two are one and no longer fight over you.

Regardless of how they feel about you they like to observe you.

They keep watch to make sure you're safe.

If you got into a dangerous situation, an event more likely in the first scenario, they quickly pull you away.

Reminder, Eclipse is still as tall as Sun and Moon.

They could easily scoop you up into their arms and out of danger if they feel you could get hurt.

Their overly caring nature makes them baby you more than their counterparts.

They aren't forcing naps or games, but they are much more concerned about your well-being.

The bot is always scanning your body to see any changes in heart rate or injuries.

Even if you are an adult I can see them playfully calling you a kid.

There's times they treat you like your glass, like if they don't take care of you, you'll break.

As a result they feel more like guardian than anything.

They pride themselves on being your "bestest friend" like their counterparts.

They also easily get attached to you.

For example, after traversing the ruined Pizzaplex in the first scenario, they'd be so torn at the idea of leaving their friend.

Were you planning on leaving them this whole time? Forever?

No, that can't be!

As a result... they may just drag you back with them.

In the second scenario they'll stick around you as you work.

They don't want to leave their special friend!

Eclipse would definitely be physically affectionate.

They'd love to hold you and not let you touch the ground.

The like to pinch your cheeks and coo.

They just adore you.

Meanwhile you feel embarrassed as their programming just knows how to treat you like a kid even if their feelings are more intense.

If you tried to leave them they're rather calm.

No... you aren't leaving! What are you saying?

Don't worry... you're just lost! They'll just pick you up again to calm you down!

Eclipse is delusional, while their counterparts are frantic when you try to leave, they just don't acknowledge it.

There's no need for their special friend to leave!

They can take care of you right here.

After all, to them, the Pizzaplex isn't closed.

Eclipse isn't violent so they wouldn't try to harm anyone.

They just want to care for their special friend, even if you panic and scream at them.

Why do you fight them?

They're just trying to show they care!

They aren't as jealous as their counterparts.

It's good to have friends!

But they're your special friend, aren't they?

Overall, Eclipse is the more parental Daycare Attendant.

They'll be calm with you and treat you with gentle care.

Why do you act like they'll hurt you!

They'd never!

Eclipse promises to take good care of you.

Even if it means trapping you in a dilapidated Pizzaplex.

#yandere five nights at freddy's #yandere fnaf #yandere fnaf security breach #yandere eclipse #yandere fnaf eclipse #yandere fnaf ruin

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luckyartdrawer · 8 days ago

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(Warning: Body horror, Dead bugs, Blorbo in bad shape, Sap that looks like blood)

Putting the art below since I think a good chunk of people may not wanna see their blorbo be stuck in a tree covered in bugs. :)

(Apologies for the 10 seconds of dead air, Tumblr won't upload music without it!)

I am the honeybee

Drink the blood of the tree

I can't breathe, I can't see

Evil wind comforts me

Buried deep inside of me

Acarine

Buried deep inside of me

Acarine

vvv Alts and Yapping below! vvv

(Wish we could do more than one break rip)

No Bees, No Post Processing

Goofy ahh starting sketch

HEHEHE BE SUBJECTED TO THE MIND OF A CYCLE PATH

But actually you are being subjected to my music tastes, literally this whole idea comes from my interpretation of lyrics from the hit band King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard. ✨✨✨

Like imagine this: You wake up one day after years of being offline, only to find that you've been abandoned for so long that a full on tree grew through you. (Like how some do with stop signs or other posts.) The sap is all mucked up in your gears and all over your body, and then you notice all the little bees eating the sap. But oh- they aren't moving. With a quick scroll through the ceaseless database in your mind, the answer finds itself. You, the tree, and these bees are infested with Acarine.

Hope y'all enjoyed the art and the little snippet of the song I added in! :3

It just didn't feel right to not add the song I mean C'MON THE MOOD OF THIS MAN- THE SONG IS SO MOODY

AND ITS ONLY A TRANSITION SONG UAGHHH- I love this band <3

Anyways, combining both of my hyperfixations has proven to have done magic for me, so follow your heart lovelies. lololol

(Definitely not the last time Imma do that either oop-)

I have multiple art projects I already started but I cranked this one out in 5 hours because I needed it out of my head. I also thought it would be an amazing lighting practice and a good excuse to try new brushes and techniques. :333

It seems like with how busy I was in both October and November, I didn't get all the spookiness out of me yet. I've been thinking of horror stuff so much lately. o3o Hopefully this lets me embrace the holly jolly now lol

Man I'm so glad fall semester is over, I needed this-

I also need to go to bed 2:30 already uagh-

#Doing a test where I just hide the content below a read more instead of labeling it as mature o3o #I think tumblr buries mature posts more #nothing too mature is here I just don't want to flashbang people with body horror of the blorbo (I wish I could put a spoiler on the image)#I'm super proud of this one #About time I did another Sun render #I mean he's probably not happy about it but I had fun #My body is all achy after this lol #I just blazed through this in a sitting I am so proud #Muwah forehead kiss for the sappy boy #And yes he has no mouth because he cannot scream #:)#It really feels like each time I have a cool idea like this my art abilities just level up #Hell yeah #you could write a one shot about this-#shush brain not now #dca fandom #fnaf dca #dca community #daycare attendant #dca fnaf #dca fanart #dca art #fnaf sun #sundrop #my art #tw bugs #cw bugs #tw horror #cw horror #cw body horror

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writingtraumaforever · 9 days ago

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Uncontrolled Chaos: Chapter 26

Notes: I want to apologize for the wait. Those who keep up with me on tumblr already know, but for those who don't, my beloved pet hedgehog passed away earlier this week. This has put me in quite a mentally dizzying place, and sitting down to focus on writing is difficult currently. Between this and upcoming holidays, I have struggled with putting any real effort into my writing. Which sucks, and I apologize. I hope to be back to normal soon, but I do struggle with depression and anxiety. So recovering from things like death has always been hard for me since my mind's go-to is to go numb. Maybe the Sonic movie will cheer me up. Either way, I do hope to have at least a few more chapters of Uncontrolled Chaos out before the holidays as well as a new addition to the Courtship Series. Thank you to everyone who has been patient with me. Sorry if this chapter has errors or seems down. I do admittedly think my mental state likely leaked into the writing, sadly. But I won't be posting another one if I'm not happy with it, so hopefully the next will be better! Love you all!

Summary: Sonic regrets his honesty with Shads from the night before.

UC Masterpost!

Link to my AO3!

Start:

Sonic wakes up to his head throbbing and his neck feeling tense and achy. Groaning quietly at the unpleasant feelings, he rolls onto his back to open his eyes up at the ceiling. Lifting his gloved fists to rub at his eyes, he yawns heavy and sighs after as he tries to process what happened last night and why he isn’t in his room.

Right.

Rouge stayed the night.

Amy arrived and did the same.

He and Shads shared the guest room..

Him and Shads shared the guest room—

Sonic quickly sits up, eyes wide as he looks to the spot Shadow was suppose to be sleeping in beside him. It’s empty. Bed neatly made on that side only with the covers tucked under the mattress and the pillow fluffed and laying in its spot against the wall.

Shit. They—they talked last night, didn’t they??? Sonic’s stupid exhaustion got him all honest and fuzzy and dumb and he said too much.

He told him about the inhibitor ring.

A stroke of panic settles over Sonic as his hands reach back frantically to search for it in his quills. Nowhere. He can’t feel it in its usual place nor anywhere else inside his messy bedhead. He can’t lose that, Shads can’t take it from him, he—he needs that, it’s Shadow’s! It’s his reminder that Shadow will come back! That Sonic won’t lose him—

His eyes catch a glimpse of a sparkle in the corners of them, immediately turning his head to see the inhibitor ring settled safely on the nightstand next to his side of the bed.. gleaming in the morning light pouring through the window.

Relief washes over the blue blur, reaching for it a bit shakily before curling his fingers around it. Delicate at first, and then gripping it with a vice. He closes his eyes and holds it to his chest with knitted brows as he calms his pounding heart.

There’s no reason for this to make him as upset as it did.. there’s no reason for Sonic to be so damn attached to Shadow so suddenly..

Except it’s not really sudden, is it??

Sonic has always wanted to be near Shadow. Ever since they met, Sonic has— as he was explaining to Shads just last night— felt connected to him. He’s simply never known how to express it.. especially with Shadow always acting as though Sonic is such a pain to be around..

Every time Sonic has come across Shadow, the hero stuck around. Whether it be to see how he’s doing or to banter with him or even battle.. he just-.. he wants to be around him. Any of his attention, good or bad. He’ll take what he can get.

Geez, he’s really getting how Amy felt back when she was young and had a crush on him—

Ya’know what?? That was a weird thing to think! Because Sonic definitely doesn’t have a crush on Shadow! Ugh! Gross! It’s a brother thing! Yup!

Once he’s calmed himself down, he opens his eyes to look the inhibitor ring over a moment. Mind thoughtless but yet so full at the same time. Unable to process any of it due to being a bit overwhelmed.

He tucks it back into his quills and moves to get up from the bed, sliding his socked feet into his shoes and heading towards the bedroom door.

Opening the door, his ear twitches at the sound of quietly talking and giggles from downstairs. Familiar ones. Amy’s. She must be up already. Not a shock, she’s always been a morning person. He glances down the hall to see Rouge’s room is still shut. Likely sleeping in some since they can’t really get started without Knuckles and Tails here to help anyway. Plus, bats tend to be more evening and night Mobians than morning ones. Walking down the stairs, he smells both coffee and tea as well as what he thinks is bacon.. and eggs.

His stomach growls in response, yawning again as he hops down from the bottom step and peeks into the living room to see Amy and Shadow both speaking low to one another as to not wake anyone up. Amy is all kinds of giddy about whatever Shads is talking about, Shadow smiling and seeming amused at her reaction. He also just seems so… comforted by her. In a way he hasn’t been with anyone else. He imagines she’s the most familiar thing he’s crossed in this world given Amy is kind to anyone in every world. While Shadow’s relationship with Rouge and Sonic seems drastically different in each world, his relationship with Amy seems relatively consistent.

His stomach does give an uncomfortable flip, though. The way it always does when he sees his own Shadow and Amy together.

Not jealous.

Envious..

Despite this, Sonic decides not to interrupt them for now, let them have some time together to decompress before things get crazy.

Instead, the hero moves into the kitchen across the hall, following his nose to find two bacon and egg omelettes hidden in the microwave. He assumes they were saved for him and Rouge, so he pulls one out and leaves the other for the bat. Closing the microwave, he then moves to grab himself some of the tea remaining in a little kettle. Amy likely made it since she’s a tea-person. Shadow is definitely the one who made the coffee. Rouge will probably finish it off when she wakes up. The few times Sonic has ran into Shadow in public places, it’s often in coffee shops. Shadow getting him and Rouge’s coffee order on his lunch break only to return to work at GUN after.

Pouring him some tea and adding some sugar, he hops up to sit himself on the counter by the window and watch the birds flutter about and the clouds pass as he enjoys his quiet breakfast. As much as he’s hated being alone since his friends left, he has grown accustom to quiet mornings to just.. take in the new day. The sky seems pretty clear, big fluffy white clouds speckled here and there. No signs of rain. And the glass feels warm when Sonic presses his arm against it, so it’s likely a relatively toasty day. Good. Maybe Sonic can sneak a run in before they really get started on all this. Clear his head some after last night..

He wasn’t really ready to face Shads after falling apart on him like that. Having a panic attack in front of someone you just met doesn’t exactly scream ‘hero’. Wouldn’t be surprised if Shads decides Sonic is too mentally unwell and needs to sit this whole adventure out.

Hell… if Sonic was real honest with himself, he may actually agree.

He hasn’t been doing too well for awhile. And Starfall Islands just seemed to highlight all of his baggage. But he kept a good mask on for his friends.. even if that wasn’t exactly the most healthy decision either.

Maybe Shads was right. Maybe he should open up to them all some more so he didn’t trauma dump on the first person who hops into their dimension and asks if he’s okay.

Then again, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, right?? And no one has really seemed to take much notice in him being a bit more off than usual. Sure they all left him to find their own journeys or whatever, but they still considered him their hero. Their leader..

He couldn’t do anything to dampen that..

He had a duty, a title to uphold.

So he decides then and there to be stronger. Better. The exact opposite of everything Shads has been trying to tell him. Because maybe if his friends come back and see him back to his normal, heroic and carefree self, they won’t want to leave him..

“Tea good?”

Sonic’s eyes widen a bit as his head whips around to see Shadow standing there eyeing him. And the look on the hybrid’s face.. it’s like he can read Sonic’s mind. There’s slight disapprovement in his gaze, worry clear.. how he eyes Sonic as if he’s taking in his every thought and can read him like an open book. And maybe he can? He does know his Sonic better in his world. Perhaps he’s picked up on some of Sonic’s mannerisms.

Either way, Sonic does what he does best and puts on a smile and nods, “Yup! Really hits the spot in the morning.”

“Mm,” the hybrid hums, walking closer to pick up the coffee pot and pour more into his mug. His eyes never leave Sonic.

“…Sleep well?”

“Like a baby,” the hero replies, trying not to cringe at his choice of words considering he practically overwhelmed himself to sleep last night.

“Good,” Shadow places the coffee pot back down, lifting his mug to take a sip as he eyes Sonic, “…Are you doing alright after—“

“So Amy forcing you to tell her all the deets of your world??” Sonic interrupts, not wanting the conversation to go where he knows Shads was leading it.

Shadow doesn’t answer for a moment, a heavy sigh escaping his nose as if he’s tired or disappointed or something only to then nod and offer a tiny smile, “Yes, very much so.”

“Shame I’m missing it,” Sonic smirks as he pushes himself off the counter to place his now empty teacup and plate in the sink, “I’m sure she’s totally enthralled by your stories, though.”

“She is,” Shadow nods, seeming to try and smile but it’s not reaching his eyes, “..it’s nice having someone whose relationship with me is relatively the same.”

“I figured,” Sonic smiles understandingly, “It’s why I didn’t want to interrupt..”

“You sure it’s not because you were avoiding last night??”

Sonic’s smile disappears. Shadow’s does too.

They stare at each other a long moment, Sonic’s brows furrowing a bit at being called out and Shadow’s knitting up in concern for Sonic’s obvious avoidance..

“…I’m gonna go for a run,” Sonic eventually says, turning to leave only to feel a hand suddenly wrap around his elbow to stop him.

“Don’t,” Shadow’s voice is quiet. Pleading. “…Stop running..”

Sonic’s ears bend back at this, keeping his back to Shadow as he’s unable to meet his gaze in that moment. Scared of what he might find..

Scared of how much this Shadow knows him..

And all because his Sonic looked for him—

“Oh! Sonic, you’re awake!” Amy’s voice comes bright and cheery as she enters the kitchen only to pause at the obvious tension and eye the way Shadow is holding onto Sonic.

Shadow immediately lets Sonic go, frowning as he takes a step away from him. Sonic’s eyes meet Amy’s and Amy raises a brow at the two.

“..Everything okay??”

Shadow doesn’t answer. And Sonic knows he’s waiting to see what Sonic’s response is. If it’s honest.

It’s not.

“Yeah!” the hero chimes with a grin, moving to wrap an arm around her and squeeze her up against his side, “Just was about to head out for a run is all. You and Shads catch up??”

Amy eyes Sonic suspiciously but seems to let it slide for now, smiling in response as her own grin turns mischievous, “Oh yes.. we definitely did..”

Sonic blinks at that, looking at her devilishly knowing look and then to Shads who has his arms crossed and a smirk on his face, shaking his head at the pink hedgehog.

“Do I wanna know??” Sonic asks with a nervous little chuckle.

“I think I’d rather just watch how this one plays out,” Amy teases with a wink to Shads before looking back to Sonic, “But you said you were going for a run?”

Sonic, too, let’s it slide.. not wanting even more on his mind than is already there, “Yeah! Just a quick one. Figure I’ll get it in before Rouge gets up and we get this party rolling.”

“Are Knuckles and Tails both coming back??” Amy questions with a hopeful tilt of her head.

“Yup! Gangs gonna be all back together,” Sonic grins enthusiastically to which Amy bounces on her toes excitedly.

“Oh yay yay yay! I’ve missed you all so much! We’ll get this whole thing fixed in no time with everyone together,” she assures, moving from Sonic’s grip to the counter to refill her tea.

She doesn’t see the way Sonic’s smile twitches downward just slightly at that thought..

But Shadow does.

Shadow sees right through him..

#uc series #uncontrolled chaos #sonadow #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #fanfiction #my writing #my fanfiction #sonadow fanfiction #amy rose #rouge the bat

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christiannerd · 3 months ago

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IBS is a disability

TW for discussion/vent about how a disability affects me, and mention of having to hide pain

Disclaimer: I am new to Tumblr, and have yet to watch an etiquette video. If I have accidentally said or done anything I wasn't supposed to, it was entirely unintentional, and I deeply apologize. I will correct it as soon as I am made aware.

Warning: long post ahead (under the cut)

IBS should be considered a disability. I know a bunch of people in the disabled community online already consider it one, but legally it's not considered one.

Sure, im still able to have a job and do my school work, but that doesn't mean it doesn't make those things harder than it would be for someone who's digestive system isn't a mine field.

What happens when I have a flare-up at work? Which, by the way, has happened before. I can't just take a 2 hour bathroom break in the middle of my 8 hour shift! So I just stand there. in pain. ignoring the pain. keeping that customer-service smile on my face so the customers don't notice I'm in pain.

One time (before I had my meds, so the pain was a lot worse back then too) I was working a shift and my boss stationed me in the elevator. Literally the most useless job I could have been given, I was just there to press the buttons for customers. (I had a more important role at one specific spot in the shift, but that lasted like 5 minutes). I had a flareup towards the beginning of that shift. I could tell this was going to be a multi-hour bathroom visit, so I couldn't do anything about it until I got off work. I was in so much pain that I just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. But of course, I couldn't do that. I had to stand there, and smile, and keep working. So not only was I having to smile through the judgemental stares and comments bc I was being paid to press elevator buttons, but I had to ignore being in agonizing physical pain as well.

Its not that my IBS stops me from having a job, but it probably effects my performance at my job. Who can focus in that much pain? Sure that day focus wasn't really an issue bc I was just pressing elevator buttons, but in any other position it would have been a major problem. And if I dealt with the problem to make the pain go away, I'd lose several hours of work, on a consistent basis, and probably be fired for it.

And as far as school, hygine, and social life goes, I lose several hours out of my day, every day, to being stuck in the bathroom trying desperately to make the pain go away. You think that doesn't effect my ability to find time for homework? You think that doesn't effect my ability to make it to class? You think that doesn't effect my ability to take care of my body in other ways?

I very often have to choose between going to class or taking a shower, because the time I was suppose to be in the shower, I was on the toilet. I often have to choose between getting my homework done, and spending time with friends, because the time I was supposed to be doing homework, I was stuck in the bathroom. I know homework vs social life is a common time balancing problem for students, but for most people it's "less time with friends to get the homework done", but for me it's very often "no time with friends to get the homework done". It's so isolating. If I didn't see these people at church, and at club meetings, I'd probably never get to see them. (and yes, I have missed or been late to those bc of my IBS as well)

My IBS has kept me up until the middle of the night before. It's made me miss class. It's made me late to things. It's made me miss exams! (Thank goodness my professors were understanding enough to let me take it another time).

The only ways I can manage my IBS is by taking meds, and/or severely restricting my diet. My pills help me be able to avoid some of the pain from eating food, but like any disability aid, it doesn't help 100%. Without my meds, most vegetables are completely out of the question. So is a long list of fruits, and so many other things. Even tea hurts me! Coffee too! Meds help, but I'm still in pain. Less pain, but still pain. And im still spending hours in the bathroom. 1-2 hours at a time, instead of 3-4, but it's still countable in terms of hours.

This is a lifelong condition that I was born with. If any other part of my body was effecting me this way, no one would doubt that I'm disabled. Heck, this effects me more than some of the recognized disabilities that I have! How is this not a disability?

#disability #physical disability #IBS #irritable bowel syndrome #actually disabled #disabled college student #invisible disability #chronic pain #chronic illness #long post #vent

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eepyuii · 1 year ago

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frostbite — pt. 1

pairing ; childe x gender neutral!reader

content ; childhood friends to “rivals” to lovers, slowburn-ish

cw ; some swearing, mentions of wounds & medical stuff, dottore warning (?) he doesn’t exactly do anything but y’know- it’s dottore, sort of proofread

note ; i am so scared, i’ve never posted anything like this on tumblr or at all LMFAO this is my first fic ever and very self indulgent. ive already posted 5 chapters of this on ao3 but i was curious as to how the tumblr ajax kissers would react to it. im sorry if this sort of info tab isn’t very descriptive, im just basing it off what i’ve seen from the viewer’s perspective.

ALSO, for context- tetya= aunt and dyadya= uncle in russian!

constructive criticism is appreciated!

next part | masterlist

“hey, watch your step! snow’s gotten harder and slippier these days…”

“yes, sir!”

“yes, father!”

just as the warning rings out, it’s followed by the dry crunch of heavy boots against snow. it’s not the same soft sound as it was a month or so ago, rather it sounds almost as if the ice gnashes aggressively at the leather boots.

it gnaws at your ears painfully, though you’ve been sensitive to such sounds for as long as you could remember, yet you still flinch.

ajax notices right away. he always does.

“here,” he goes, the cloud of his warm breath visible. turning your head toward the boy, you see that he’s handing you his earmuffs.

a sheepish grin invades your lips as you wordlessly take him up on his offer. mind rid of the god awful crush of the snow, you come up with a brilliant idea.

“last one there’s a rotten catch!” you charge onwards with a laugh.

“ah, n-not again!”

ajax’s father only watches from behind as his son hurries to catch up, a defeated sigh leaves him. “these kids…”

said kids were already reaching the lake clearing at that point. the frozen water already has its own layer of fresh-fallen snow, making it seem like an entire new tundra- that is, until you and ajax brashly create footmarks and snow angels on the surface while his father is still yet to catch up. if he’d been closer you would’ve heard the old man’s grumbles about having to carry all the fishing gear.

thankfully, there were no rotten catches that day.

your best friend’s laughter and your very own echo in your head like bells in an empty chapel, uninvitedly. the entire memory is instead invited by the sight of a father on the street with his own children, he carries a bucket and fishing rods as the youngins run ahead excitedly. you conclude that you should’ve left for zapolyarny palace earlier today.

this morning cannot start off on a bad note, not when the doctor had meticulously scheduled an operation for this very day with your presence prerequisited.

you’re acutely aware of this.

you’re still acutely aware of this when you slam your work bag onto the desk with such force that even the fatui guard monitoring the palace hallway jumps.

and you’re still acutely aware of this when you almost bump into one of your boss’s segments on your way to the operation room, a most certain death that would be if you did bump into him. even as you break your stress fueled stride, the segment blocks the path forward.

“if i didn’t know any better, i would assume this is your first day on your first job. ever.”

you furrow your eyebrows confusedly while the segment coldly scrutinizes you top to bottom.

“even the lowliest of fatui recruits know that the first thing one should do after clocking in is get into the proper uniform.” he indicates with a snark in his tone.

ah- your lab coat.

“yes sir. my apologies.” with a haste in your step previously thought impossible to achieve without actually sprinting, you beeline straight to your office, which is conveniently on the other side of a very long hallway from the operation room. so long, in fact, that it gives enough time for a certain someone to slink into the office room without you even seeing it.

you don’t notice him even as you’re already inside the room. well, how could you with such tunnel vision, powered by your early-morning frustration and innate fear of disappointing the doctor. you’re practically out the door with lab coat in hand when he finally quips.

“uhm, doc?” the voice is shaky but still impossible to not recognize.

god dammit.

the tsaritsa was truly not on your side today. with a deep inhale, you do your best to keep a neutral expression as you turn around to face the head of red hair that haunts your dreams. or rather nightmares.

“how may i help you, lord tartaglia?” you still hated that title.

“well heh… this is the head nurse’s office, i believe you can help me by exerting the very function of this room?” the harbinger puts on a friendly front, acting like he can’t feel your burning glare. within it, you start to gauge at what’s brought him here, few surface-level scratches and even fewer cuts that are ever so slightly deeper present on him.

“i’m afraid i’m running late for an important appointment with the doctor, you’ll have to ask one of my subordinates.” you state matter-of-factly and start turning to leave again.

“w-wait, please!” he reaches out to stop you and the hand lands on your bicep, rather than your wrist which would’ve been a quicker latch. huh. “let me talk to him afterwards, he’ll understand. plus, i’m your boss as much as he is.”

“you’re quite literally not.”

“yeah, i’m not. still your boss though.”

childe is not of as high authority over you as the doctor is, afterall you’re one of the doctor’s assigned assistants, but the way he talks so casually and… playfully makes him seem even less bossy. but you don’t allow yourself anymore time to dwell on it, instead you roll your eyes and give in. your boss almost giddily sits on the examination bed.

the sterilized silk gloves slide snugly onto your palms as you look your patient up and down.

“how did you even manage to get yourself roughed up so early in the morning?”

“it’s never too early in the morning for a spar! though- hah… even i didn’t expect to take this many free hits.”

“who were you sparring?”

“eh, some junior lieutenants at the northwest wing. there were some new recruits there too so i figured i’d set an example for ‘em.”

northwest wing..? you visibly pause at the revelation.“that’s… on the other side of zapolyarny palace.”

“so?”

“so there’s nurses there too.”

childe himself seems to pause then- you were catching onto him. he realizes he must think about his next actions as carefully as humanly possible.

“ahah… a-are there?”

good one, ajax.

you look down at the alcohol-soaked cotton ball sitting snugly between your tweezers and then up to a scratch right above childe’s eyebrow- seems like the perfect time to treat your patient. the sting comes before the harbinger can even react and much to his dismay, you keep the cotton ball on his forehead even as attempts to lean away from it.

“childe tartaglia,” you start, voice menacing and low. “did you orchestrate a sparring session with low-rank officers and get yourself injured on purpose to come see me?”

“a-ah ouch!” childe hisses. “surely you w-wouldn’t commit medical malpractice over something as trivial as this?” clearly he forgets who you work for, or pretends to at least.

“start talking.”

“okay, okay! yes, i did all that…” the red head sulks with a defeated sigh. pleased by the confession, you move away with your alcohol cotton ball of doom and give him space.

you watch the tsaritsa’s weapon of war crumple into himself, looking off into a meaningless corner of the room.

“i… i’m being stationed to liyue tomorrow.” his voice is entirely different from what it was when this entire ordeal began- quiet, hesitant.

“and?” is your response before you can even think about how douchey it sounds. it’s already too late when you see childe deflate even more and feel like you just kicked a puppy.

“and i wanted to come and give you the news.”

really? that’s all he wanted from this?

“then why go through all this effort of sparring newbies at practically the ass crack of dawn and lose? why not just come here and tell me at once?”

he scoffs bitterly. “like you’d talk to me under normal circumstances.”

the regret you were feeling from your cruel response from earlier quickly bleeds out into incredulousness.

“you haven’t talked to me under normal circumstances since we were fourteen.” you stab back and childe bites his tongue, he won’t retaliate this time. the rest of the appointment is spent in the deadliest of silences as you finish tending to his “injuries”. neither of you ever look up to face the other.

you pack up quickly as to haul ass from the office room as soon as possible. but not before you mutter stoically- “have fun in liyue.”

and childe is left to sit pathetically on the bed and contemplate his astronomical failure.

—

what a wretched week.

the days seem to take a thousand years each to end, the laboratory feels stuffier, the people less tolerable and you swear the pen in your hand feels heavier than a lead ingot.

“are you done sulking?”

oh yeah, there’s also the ruthless fatui harbinger you work under and the equally insulting bajillion copies of him. you know bajillion is a gross overestimation but you also gave up keeping track of how many segments the doctor has a long time ago, they’re bossy all the same.

“not sulking, sir, just… thinking.”

“thinking about the medical records you’re supposed to be overseeing surely?” he taunts and you can only scoff non-committedly.

said medical records were mere reports on several of the doctor’s past experiments and operations, arguably not worth such a commitment of your time or worth a hackling from your boss. either way the words and paragraphs had merged into blurred lines and incomprehensible messes in your eyes about ten minutes ago, you were only pretending to be doing something at this point.

the irresistible force of your boredom drives your gaze to anywhere but the papers in front of you, eventually settling onto a corkboard hung up on a farther wall of the doctor’s laboratory. tired retinas struggle to focus on the blueprints that are stuck onto the corkboard but they seem to have rough sketchings of… body parts? they’re definitely not human, no, instead the drawings indicate they’re robotical. on another blueprint is an unfinished rendering of the full robot body. the shape language is unconventionally stylized, to a point where they almost resemble traditional inazuman patterns or even… the patterns on scaramouches robes-

“l-lord dottore!! i have an u-urgent matter sent by lord pierro himself.”

huh?

“out with it. quick.” the segment doesn’t even bother to face the stammering officer that had bursted through the door right then.

“u-uhm… some of our liyue informants have reported t-that rex lapis suddenly p-perished during the rite of descension,”

huh?

“rex lapis, dying? well,” he drawls amusedly. “that would certainly be a sight. but how exactly does this development concern me? is the banker not available?”

“w-well y-yes… lord pierro specifically requested for your word on the matter a-and perhaps see if one of your s-subordinates could… be on-site?”

dottore’s segment lets out an exasperated sigh while a gloved hand goes up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “unfortunately it doesn’t surprise me that the collective surplus amount of agents we have stationed in liyue harbor proves to be utterly incompetent to the point where the jester himself would come to me for help.”

a feeling of dread settles in your chest as you try to digest the insane information you’ve been given-

rex lapis, the oldest of the seven archons of teyvat, is dead.

pierro, the head of the fatui harbingers, is requesting dottore to send one of his subordinates to investigate the scene.

that’s you, you’re dottore’s subordinate.

which means you’ll be sent to investigate an archon’s death. in liyue.

that’s where he is.

your head feels like it’ll explode any second now. the segment, ever so brilliantly clever like his prime version, seems to have the same idea as you and beams a sharp-toothed sadistic grin.

“why my assistant here does seem to be available, wouldn’t you say?” he turns a serpentine stare over to you.

“err… i don’t think i could leave my post here, sir, i am the head nurse after all-“

“nonsense, i doubt the bumbling idiots of this palace will find themselves into anything more troublesome than a papercut while you’re gone.”

oh the irony of hearing that after your… situation the other day. you huff defeatedly, standing up to start packing for your impromptu trip. the mysterious blueprints in the laboratory long forgotten.

—

morepesok hasn’t changed a bit since you left.

which, as much as you love your hometown, isn’t saying much- morepesok is as uneventful as it gets. in such a small seaside snezhnayan village, the only points of interest are the painfully traditional values of fishing and family.

the visit to your parents’ house is brief but comforting, some teary goodbyes and heartfelt words about how pleased and proud they are of what you’ve accomplished for yourself- achieving such a high position in the fatui ranks by merely helping people. you don’t even consider telling them about the doctor.

but what makes you feel worse is the visit to ajax’s family home. it’s like the house has been frozen in time, the place where you spent years of your childhood is intact and unchanged- except for some newer family pictures, of course.

teucer, tonia and anthon are the ones to greet you first, then ajax’s parents come along. huh… ajax. you hadn’t even noticed the switch your brain does whenever you’re back home. here, he’s ajax but in zapolyarny palace, he’s childe or tartaglia. but there’s no time to dig yourself a deeper hole in that topic because you’re presently being pampered like a very own daughter of the house by his parents.

“my dear, look at you! you look so grown and mature… have you been eating well?” his mother walks up to cup your cheeks with the most genuine parental love. she, like the rest of the environment, looks exactly as you remember her, with a few newer white strands betwixt her bright orange curls. well, remember is a strong word.

“tetya, it’s only been a few months since we’ve seen each other, i’m all the same.” you laugh and she reciprocates.

“yes yes, i know… and- oh! as a matter of fact, we saw ajax just this week, said he was being transferred to a northland bank all the way in liyue!”

and when you thought you could not feel shittier about this.

“it is a shame to have our ajax so far from home so suddenly but at least we still have you, dearest!” she grins, pinching your cheek with more vigor than you’ve seen apparent in fatui sergeants.

“hey!” the three younger siblings call out in unison.

“yeah, a-about that, tetya…” you start hesitantly. “i’m… also being transferred to liyue. there have been some unexpected developments and i’ll just be on field to check up on things.”

ajax’s mother huffs incredulously. “by the tsaritsa’s name! they must hate mothers over at that palace!” she shakes her head with disappointment. “speaking of which, have you gone to see your parents yet?” you only nod. “good good… well anyhow, are you in a hurry, dear? i could make you some hot chocolate and then you’re free to be on your way.”

how could you ever deny your tetya’s hot chocolate?

the rest of your stay in the household is spent chatting with the family and playing games with the younger kids, as well as drinking a cup of hot chocolate so delicious you almost cry. the afternoon is nearing its end when you’re walking out the door and teucer is bawling his eyes out at your departure, or maybe he’s just tuckered out.

“have a safe trip, kiddo.” ajax’s father pats you on the shoulder firmly.

“thanks, dyadya, i will.”

“oh! and take care of ajax, make sure he doesn’t get in over his head.” this time it’s tonia who pipes up and the rest of the family nods in agreement.

“bye bye, everyone!” you’re already at the house’s front fence, waving back as fiercely as you can.

the only thing you don’t notice is the knowing look that is shared between tonia and her mother when she mentions ajax.

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bluesturngold · 11 months ago

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Hi, do you have a source that the tumblr breach is from 2013?

Hey, thank you for asking!

The article included in that post states that pretty much all of the leaked info in the big database that was published comes from old breaches. It doesn't really suggest what amount of the data could be new, or where it might have come from, other than that if there is new data it's only a small portion of the records. In essence: there's no evidence that suggests Tumblr has been breached a second time. That idea was erroneously posited by the OP of the Tumblr post who shared the article, and they've since apologized in the reblogs.

They meant well!

Anyway, you can check to see whether your info is included in this specific breach, and if so what site(s) it came from, by using the tool here: https://cybernews.com/personal-data-leak-check/

An additional anecdote: if you've ever used Google One's tool for checking where your stolen information is being posted on the web, it specifically flags when something it detects is a republishing of old data rather than a new breach. People repost stolen data a lot in order to sell it after the original post gets taken down, or to clean it up so the data is easier for people to access and use.

I can't suggest people go check Google One for themselves because I'm pretty sure the security monitoring functionality is paid (I have Google One for expanded cloud storage, the security monitoring is a relatively recent perk, I think), but Have I Been Pwned is generally the best free option. Firefox Monitor, a Mozilla service for checking whether your data is secure, is powered by HIBP, so better to just go to the source imo.

After checking again, HIBP doesn't seem to have this breach fully catalogued yet (it's a lot of stuff to go through, so that's normal), but the Cyber News tool that was linked in the article in the original post (and which I linked previously) kinda tells you most of what you need to know.

I recognize this isn't as concise as posting a link to an article that debunks rumors of Tumblr getting breached a second time, but the breach is new and also contains nearly 30,000 information sources (my data was found leaked from 10 different sources, all of which I knew about already because they were old, one of which was Tumblr) so honestly I don't think it's even worth focusing on Tumblr on its own tbh.

If you reuse passwords it honestly might be worth it to get a strong password generator and a password manager, then spend a free afternoon going through and updating your accounts. I use Firefox browser's in-built password manager with a strong-but-memorable password for my Firefox account because you can sync passwords between desktop/mobile/various devices, plus there's integration with autofill on Android if you set Firefox as the autofill app in your default app settings.

#this is probably way more than you needed but i slept really poorly so i'm rambling a little.

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trivialovehandles · 8 months ago

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I know you listed hybrids as a maybe but I was thinking of lazy cat hybrid Yoongi, and his active dog hybrid boyfriend Namjoon. Yoongi feels like Namjoon could be using the time he exercises to cuddle with him. So Yoongi makes plans to fatten him up, starts making more food he likes, and offering to drive him to work so that way he doesn’t have to ride his bike. Namjoon’s happy because as part of this, Yoongi makes more steak dinners and gives him more belly rubs

(ao3 link) had to re-send this anon's ask to myself because tumblr ate the draft of this post, so anon, i hope you see this anyway (i know you literally requested this over a year ago lmfao)

The alarm goes off when it’s still dark, which is too-fucking-early o’clock in Yoongi’s mind. He tries to roll over, to curl up and go back to sleep, but the lingering heat on the now-empty side of the bed is now leaching all the leftover warmth, and his ears keep twitching at every muffled noise from the other side of the wall.

When the noise stops, Yoongi feels a kiss pressed to the center of his forehead. He glares through half-closed eyelids.

“Sorry, hyung. Gotta get to work,” Namjoon apologizes quietly, even though Yoongi’s already been so rudely awakened. He doesn’t even have to be at work for an hour, but Kim Namjoon is Kim Namjoon, and Kim Namjoon bikes to work and leaves at too-fucking-early o’clock. “See you tonight. Love you.”

Kim Namjoon is Kim Namjoon, and Yoongi loves Kim Namjoon, so he catches him by the grown-out scruff of hair at the back of his head and tells him as much, kissing him on the lips before he has to go.

And then he falls back asleep for another hour, two hours.

The perks of working from home are less perky when Namjoon works not from home. Yoongi spends the parts of his day that he’s not actively dialed into his work pacing the house, tidying up, cooking. By the time Namjoon gets home in the evening, they basically only have time to eat dinner, watch a show or two, and go to bed. Even sex gets penciled in for the weekends.

So sometimes Yoongi just wants to take Namjoon’s stupid bike and throw it off of their balcony. Serves it right for taking husband time away from him.

(He doesn’t, because despite everything, he’d like to believe he’s good husband material, but when Namjoon wakes up early and gets home late because of that thing, sue Yoongi for resenting it a little.)

The time apart means Yoongi picks up new hobbies. He was a basic cook when they first moved in together, but with all the practice, he can throw down in the kitchen, which is now filled with odd gadgets, different pans for different meals, and no less than four types of flour in the cupboard (because they always need all-purpose, but then there’s glutinous rice flour for tteok, cake flour for birthdays, bread flour because you need the right amount of gluten development for brioche, and shit, they could probably use some almond flour, too).

Yoongi’s in the middle of a soul-suckingly boring meeting with his webcam turned off when he remembers the package he’d brought in that morning, still sitting on the kitchen counter. He drags his laptop out with him as he slices the box open, grinning to himself at the sight.

Namjoon loves bungeoppang; now they are the proud owners of a brand new bungeoppang pan.

By the time evening settles and Namjoon comes home, sweaty from his bike ride, Yoongi’s filled the counter with an array of food. Galbi fresh out of the pressure cooker, melting off the bone, sticky glazed sweet potatoes, kimchi jeon still crackling in the pan. He hasn’t cooked the bungeoppang yet, but the batter and filling are mixed in separate bowls, ready to be made fresh once they finish dinner.

“Wow,” Namjoon says, racking his bike up on its place on the wall of the entryway (another demerit for the bike: they live in a tiny fourth-story apartment and to avoid it taking up precious floor space, it now takes up precious wall space). “Special occasion?”

Yoongi shrugs. “Meeting that could have been an email. I had to entertain myself somehow.”

“I’m not offended by this kind of entertainment.” Namjoon swoops into the kitchen area to give Yoongi a soft, lingering kiss. “Do you think I have time to shower?”

Yoongi pinches the front of his sweaty t-shirt. “If you make it quick.”

“So quick,” Namjoon promises. “I’m starving and that smells amazing.”

(Bike demerit number 3001: Namjoon always comes home needing a shower, meaning more time away when Yoongi just wants to sit him down and feed him dinner and kiss him senseless.)

By the time Namjoon comes back out, Yoongi’s spread everything across the counter, their empty plates and full bowls of rice placed next to each other so they can sit elbow-to-elbow at the island like they always do for dinner.

Yoongi likes to savor these moments. It’s the shortest portion of their day, but his favorite: side-by-side with Namjoon, talking, eating, recharging after time spent without each other. He can always tell when Namjoon’s settled down comfortably by the slow swish of his tail versus the fervent wag of it when he first gets home, too keyed up to focus. Now he savors each bite of his food, delicately laying a piece of galbi on top of his rice, layering it with a pinch of pa kimchi, and humming low in his chest when he scoops it into his mouth, like he’s picked up on Yoongi’s purring after so many years together.

“Good?” Yoongi asks as Namjoon chews. There’s sauce on Namjoon’s cheek, and Yoongi wipes it up with the edge of his thumb, not even flinching when Namjoon licks it off again, the oversized puppy he is.

“So good,” Namjoon says, reaching for more food before he’s even finished chewing his bite.

“Pace yourself, Joon-ah,” Yoongi reminds him with a soft laugh, “we still have dessert.”

Namjoon does not pace himself. He keeps on eating, starry-eyed. “I can’t believe you bought a bungeoppang pan.”

Yoongi shrugs. “Boredom and disposable income cause me to do a lot of things.”

It would explain the waffle maker, the immersion circulator, the pasta roller, and the little gut that’s just started poking at the front of Namjoon’s shirt.

It’s not totally Yoongi’s fault. Namjoon hasn’t really been rail-thin since they were still university students living on a ramyeon budget and denying their feelings for each other. He has a big appetite, as evidenced by the quick work he’s making of his next portion of meat, already almost finished with his rice. He’s probably three times as physical as Yoongi with the whole bike thing, and Yoongi’s always been slim but soft. So technically the pudge that sits over the waist of Namjoon’s pants isn’t on Yoongi, even if Yoongi likes to take advantage of it.

(But even then, is it really taking advantage when Namjoon, the dog boy of all dog boys, loves getting his belly rubbed as much as Yoongi, loathe as he is to accept the cat making biscuits stereotype, loves to rub it?)

Namjoon eats all of his dinner, and when Yoongi realizes he made too much batter for two servings of bungeoppang, happily eats the extras too. And when he’s done eating and has moved onto cleaning the dishes because Yoongi did the cooking, Yoongi can’t help but plaster himself to his husband’s back, face buried in the scruff of his neck and hands crossed over his bloated stomach where it’s pressed against the rim of the sink.

“Affectionate tonight,” Namjoon chuckles, leaning his head to softly touch against the side of Yoongi’s. The pan he’s cleaning has been fully rinsed for a while, but both of them are too distracted to notice or care.

“Sue me,” Yoongi murmurs into the shoulder of Namjoon’s t-shirt. “You leave early and come home at night and I only have, like, four hours to spend with you every day.”

“It’s a good four hours, though.”

“Out of twenty-four,” Yoongi grumbles. When it startles a small, hiccupping laugh out of Namjoon, his little gut jumps and shakes a bit between Yoongi’s hands. “I fantasize about throwing your bike off of the fire escape sometimes.”

Namjoon covers Yoongi’s hands with his own, and the only thing keeping Yoongi from bristling at the wet touch is the sight of both of their hands placed over the swell of Namjoon’s stomach. He looks good, fuller like this. It suits him.

“You wouldn’t,” Namjoon says, stomach stretching out in a breath.

“I wouldn’t,” Yoongi confirms. “Only because I don’t want manslaughter charges for crushing a pedestrian with a bike.”

“Valid,” Namjoon laughs. His stomach shakes again, but this time, they both feel it. “I can bike less, take the bus so I can sleep in more with you. It’s starting to be too cold in the mornings anyway.”

Yoongi just half-purrs, kneading the softness between his hands. Namjoon’s moved his to turn the sink off, but he doesn’t stop Yoongi’s ministrations; in fact, he leans more into him, back arched, giving some more access to the lower half of his stomach that had been squashed against the sink. The bit of skin that’s stretching the waistband of his flannel PJ pants more than when he bought them.

“I’ll just have to figure out a way to exercise at home,” Namjoon’s saying when Yoongi can feel his ears flatten at the back of his head in displeasure.

“Why? Who are you trying to impress, hm?” he gripes, purring effectively stopped. One of his fingers has found its way to circle Namjoon’s belly button; deeper now, more flesh around it, his long finger sinks in halfway up to the second joint.

Namjoon laughs. His dimples are much more prominent now in cheeks that are also more prominent. The softening of his face has been so gradual that Yoongi only really notices now, with his head perched right beneath it, that Namjoon’s jawline is more obscured than the razor curve of their youth, and that he doesn’t have a double chin, not yet, but there’s definitely a little pocket of skin that’s just barely swelling up beneath the point of it.

His face has taken well to the weight. All at once, Namjoon looks both like the college kid Yoongi first fell for and the grown man he sees himself growing old with—and growing soft with, maybe, in Namjoon’s case.

“Guess the only person I’d want to impress is already impressed,” Namjoon says, lifting one hand from their shared spot on his stomach to gesture where Yoongi’s got his shirt rucked up, finger teasing at his belly button.

Yoongi lifts that same hand, instead taking a handful of bared, supple underbelly and giving it a teasing grab, just to watch the way the whole thing’s starting to develop a jiggle to it. Without two combined hours of biking every weekday, surely it’ll develop faster.

Not that Yoongi minds. In fact, whatever the opposite of minding is, that’s how he feels, tucking his hand back beneath the lowest curve of his husband’s paunch just to feel it quiver with Namjoon’s contented laugh.

#bts feederism #chubby bts #fat bts #chubby bt5 #fat bt5 #chubby namjoon #i reappear once a year to chuck a chubfic into the void #i genuinely do have 4+ wips i just cannot finish them to save my life

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star-going-supernova · 1 year ago

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I have a security breach story idea for you if you don’t mind?

I think you should do a cute hurt/comfort moment where Freddy has his version of a nightmare. Maybe a complication of all the moments he almost lost Gregory keeps playing and he gets more and more worried as he can’t stop it.

Anyways it leads to a cute sappy moment where Freddy is holding Gregory and is so relieved as he just cuddles him while Gregory is confused but is enjoying the affection.

This is tumblr generated prompt number 27! With a sprinkling of prompt number 58, which wasn’t actually one of the submitted numbers, but I thought they went well together, so it’s a freebie.

Nightmares vs Friendship Bracelets

The worst part was not reliving the memories. It was not the nightmarish recordings played one after another—Gregory’s yell of pain, the vivid red of Gregory’s blood, the sight of Gregory running from his friends, their fangs bared and their claws outstretched. The wretched knowledge that there was another threat stalking the pizzaplex’s halls, armed with an already blood-stained blade, that Freddy could not see.

It was not seeing it all again, feeling trapped in his own head from start to finish.

No. The worst part was waking up and believing, with chilling certainty, that he had remembered the ending wrong.

Caught up in the dread from That Night, Freddy’s system’s short-circuited. Warnings flashed in his HUD. Had he possessed lungs, they would have been nonfunctional. His endoskeleton spasmed, nearly cutting off power to his legs.

It was a long few minutes before his mind finally shook off the digital cobwebs and brought up the memory of dawn. The barricades lifting from over the doors, weak rays of sunlight playing over the floor where he and Gregory had stood. Banged up and bloody, dented and bruised, yes.

But also alive. Alive and well.

Freddy slumped, barely catching himself on the wall before he could collapse. He blinked, adjusting his eyes to better see in the darkened hallway behind his dressing room. The open recharge station hummed behind him.

He internally checked the time. It was not yet 11:00 p.m.; Gregory would not be arriving for the night until 11:30, when the building was guaranteed to be empty of its human staff.

Pushing himself upright, Freddy left the hallway. He did not think he would be able to “sleep” any more that night. Not without seeing Gregory for himself.

• • •

Other than a surprised gasp, Gregory offered no protest when Freddy scooped him up the moment he’d set foot in the building. He hugged back, matching Freddy in enthusiasm if not desperation.

Reassured at the strong heartbeat in the boy’s chest, Freddy loosened his grip so he was holding Gregory more comfortably.

“My apologies for ambushing you,” Freddy said sheepishly. “I…”

Gregory shrugged, unbothered. “Sometimes you just need a hug to feel better.”

“And it was reassuring,” Freddy agreed, and then explained, “I may not be human, superstar, but even my mind can play cruel tricks on me while I recharge.”

Understanding crossed Gregory’s face. “Been there, done that,” he said. “I get it.”

Freddy knew he did, for Gregory had come to him more than once, whispering of nightmares about Freddy being torn apart or decommissioned, or worse, not remembering who Gregory was.

“Do you think my post-nightmare, uh, protocol would work for you too?” Gregory continued. “Or do you want to try something different?”

Thinking about their standard routine after one of Gregory’s bad dreams, Freddy set off for the kitchen. “I think it is worth trying out for myself.”

To be truthful, he had no doubt it would prove effective. There was lots of hugging and cuddling involved, and never mind that he was a robot and an “adult.” There was something about physical affection that transcended species, age, and the materials one’s body was made of.

They stopped in the kitchen for hot chocolate—mostly for Gregory, though the band had all been designed to be capable of eating, even if it did not do much for them. And the sharing of a comfort drink was half the fun. Mugs in hand, they tracked down the best beanbags in the pizzaplex to make a nest that was large even to someone Freddy’s size.

He flopped down—it was not as fluid as Gregory’s flopping, but Gregory always gave him points for effort—and Gregory immediately curled up against him and half on top of him.

Usually, Gregory chose whether he wanted to watch a movie or have Freddy read a book or provide some other form of distraction. Since it was Freddy’s nightmare, he figured it was his turn to decide, and Gregory’s expectant silence proved him right. He tapped into the near endless library of music that Chica had downloaded onto their server and started up one of the playlists she’d put together. It was called Relaxing Vibes, and it was mostly full of instrumental music and songs that had a calm, slow tune to them. It played from his internal speakers so Gregory could listen as well.

“Nice,” Gregory said. He took a sip of his hot chocolate, gaining a mustache, and chewed on the marshmallows he’d managed to catch. He was a warm, reassuring weight against Freddy’s side.

Very nice indeed, Freddy thought. The last lingering threads of worry and panic dissolved under the incontrovertible proof that Gregory had not died during That Night.

• • •

His mind did not seem to get the memo, however. Over the next two weeks, Freddy prematurely jolted out of recharge no less than six times, and in each instance, he was utterly unable to make sense of the separation between reality and his nightmares. He could not reliably remember that Gregory was fine.

Gregory, naturally, was aware of this because of the post-nightmare protocol alone. No doubt Freddy’s increasingly frazzled state of existence was not doing himself any favors, and he had long since stopped claiming he was fine when it was visibly obvious that he was not.

Just as Freddy was ready to resign himself to being checked over by his technicians, which he truly wished to avoid if possible, Gregory came up with a simple but effective solution.

“A friendship bracelet,” Freddy repeated, carefully accepting it from Gregory. The bracelet was made of braided cords, in electric blue, black, and red. A chunky plastic buckle held it together, and he was touched to note that it was made with consideration to his size. Not only was in long enough, but it was wider than would look natural on a human’s wrist.

“The only oranges they had weren’t quite right, so the red seemed like a safer bet,” Gregory explained, rocking up on his toes, then back on his heels. He lifted his arm, showing off a smaller version on his own wrist. “See? We match!”

“This will help with my nightmares?” Freddy asked curiously.

“I don’t know about the actual nightmares,” Gregory admitted. “But when you wake up and you can’t remember if I’m alive or not, you can just look down at your wrist. When you see the bracelet, you’ll know that I survived That Night because I could only have given it to you after.”

It was exactly the sort of logic that Freddy found comforting.

Gregory put it on him. The bracelet fit rather perfectly into the shallow hollow of his casing at his wrist, out of the way of the joint but where no one could see it by accident. Even then, at a glance, it would only appear to be wiring.

“Thank you, superstar,” Freddy said, feeling uncommonly emotional about such a simple item. “Even if it does not help, I will treasure this forever.”

“I bet you say that to all the kids who give you friendship bracelets,” Gregory teased.

“I do not,” Freddy said earnestly. “I have never been given a friendship bracelet before by anyone.”

Gregory’s eyebrows shot up, but he was quick to exchange his surprise for a grin. “I guess that means you’ve never even made friendship bracelets before.”

“You made this?” Freddy said, touched by the thoughtfulness of the gift all over again.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Gregory nodded. “I mean, yeah, that’s usually how friendship bracelets work.”

Freddy admired his new accessory again. “You are very talented, superstar.”

“There are kits and stuff,” Gregory told him, as if that would change Freddy’s mind. “I’ll bring some over, and we can make a bunch of friendship bracelets together. If—if you want.”

“I would love to,” Freddy said. “It would be my honor to gift you a friendship bracelet that I had made myself.” He did not have much in the way of material possessions, and especially not possessions that would work as a meaningful present. The prospect of that changing was exciting.

Gregory laughed. “You don’t have to make it such a big deal,” he said this without any real conviction, and Freddy was satisfied with knowing that Gregory did not truly believe it, “but yeah. It’ll be fun. And I’ll be happy to wear whatever you make.”

• • •

It was the very next evening that Freddy lurched out of his recharge cycle with a feeling comparable to a human’s racing heart. His mind, yet again, failed to come up with convincing evidence that all was well with Gregory.

Until he looked down at the foreign—though not obtrusive—feeling on his wrist. His eyes zeroed in on a braided cord of blue, black, and red. The friendship bracelet. From Gregory.

The memory of Gregory carefully buckling it around his wrist flooded into his thoughts, chasing out the hazy what-ifs of Gregory going still and quiet and cold. His systems stabilized in record time as he delicately touched the bracelet with one fingertip.

Gregory was fine. He was alive, and happy, and safe. And he was going to arrive in only a little over an hour.

Freddy returned without fear to his recharge station. He wanted to be fully rested and refreshed for his lesson on making friendship bracelets.

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Fresh Life - Prologue

[This is Part 0 of my fic, as I am considering Part 1 to be chapter 1. Here's some things to keep in mind before moving down:]

The oldest character is 23 and the youngest is 19.

" " is used for verbal communication, [ ] is used for sign language, and { } will be used for telepathy and thoughts.

I am having to start posting this on tumblr cause I don't have an ao3 account yet :( and these posts will be very long, so I'm sorry.

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[The children of some of the first Lifers set out on the trial to survive on their own, developing alliances and establishing that not everyone can be trusted.]

Time and time again the Watchers of this world put their favorite creatures to the test in a trial of survival and wits, with the goal of choosing their personal champions by the end. For years this had been a tradition, and now, decades after the first winner rose to the top, a new trial was called upon. Except this time, a much different group was to be tested.

The morning sun shined as it rose over Stratos, bouncing off its gold details and framing the many temples within it. That same light creeping in through the curtains of one demi-god’s room, waking him up slowly. Hermes yawned and covered his eyes from the sun coming in, but as soon as his mind fully woke he sprung out of bed with great excitement. - “It’s today!!” - He exclaimed, flying and jumping around his room to gather his things and get ready for the day. - “It’s today, it’s today, it’s toda- JEREMY!!” A thud from the next room over, followed by a groan and wet footsteps in the hall before Hermes’s room door opened, his very sleepy and somewhat startled sibling standing there mid transformation. - ”Whaaattt?..” - They asked groggily, leaning on the doorframe. - “Today’s the day! We’re going off on the adventure of a lifetime!!” - Hermes replied still with great enthusiasm, and maybe a bit too loudly, flying over to Jeremy Jr., hugging them and spinning them around in the air. Jeremy startled again at being picked up and spun around, but they hugged back nonetheless. - “Okay, okay! Put me down now, I just woke up!” - They asked with a tired laugh, and the two landed quickly after. - “Right! Sorry!” - Hermes apologized, making sure Jeremy was stable on their feet. - “Well, look who’s awake.” - Another voice spoke up, and Joel stood outside the door in his God form, smiling softly at the two. - “I thought I’d have to drag you two out of bed today.”

Across the mountains and into the badlands the sun shined as it rose above the sheriff’s ranch in Tumble Town, waking up the farm animals and signaling a new day. A rooster’s call rang out as the young voidwalker made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen to make breakfast, but was instead greeted with breakfast already on the table and his father still cooking more. Tango looked up from the table, very much half asleep. - “G’morning, Tom.” - He greeted with a warm smile, resting his chin on his hand. Jimmy quickly turned to look at Tom, smiling brightly and immediately setting what he was cooking aside. - “There he is! My boy!” - He exclaimed and approached Tom, pulling him into a big warm hug. Tom hugged back, just as tightly as his father. - [Good morning.] - Tom signed after the hug. - [You are awake early.] - “Well of course! Today’s a very very special day, I gotta make sure you’re doing well before we go see everybody.” - Jimmy replied, ushering Tom over to the table. - “Now sit, sit! You’ve gotta eat to start the day off right!” Tom smiled softly and took a seat as ordered, digging into his breakfast pancakes and enjoying the warm morning and his dads company while he could.

The morning sun could not reach this next location, but the purple rift provided enough light on its own. Watcher magic filled the air here, but it was still bearable enough to be around. After all these years the rift had lost power as most worlds were united and no longer needed it for travel, and so the area behind it had been hollowed out and carved into a large series of chambers that held great treasures and monuments; Statues of entities passed, paintings of deities and patron saints, simplified depictions of the Watchers. All things of that nature were kept here for everyone to look back upon whenever needed. - “Dad, how long until the others get here?” - The older bot asked, bored of sitting there and staring at the cavernous ceiling. - “I reckon they will show up soon. We did tell everyone to arrive before noon.” - Mumbo replied as he examined the circuitry on the younger bot’s arm, taking a moment to look at his wristwatch. - “Yep. Should be here any moment now. It shouldn’t take too much longer.” - He assured, finishing up the repairs to Jrumbot’s arm. - “There, good as new.” - “Thanks dad!” - Jrumbot smiled and pulled his sleeve back down, moving his arm around to make sure it was all good.

And right on time, as the rest of the group attending stepped past the rift; Joel and Sausage accompanying Hermes and Jeremy, and Jimmy and Tango accompanying Tom. Mumbo looked back at them and gave them all a wave and a smile, standing up and going to catch up with the other parents while the youngsters grouped together now. - “Good morning!” - Hermes greeted with a big bright smile, carrying his bag with him. - “Was about time y'all showed up. Was starting to think you all got too scared to come.” - Grumbot taunted lightheartedly, standing up from the stone bench he’d been sitting at. - “Pff- As if. Hermes woke me up so excited that I fell out of my tank.” - Jeremy pointed at their brother, chuckling. - “I wasn’t missing this even if I wanted to.” - [You alright?] - Tom signed, looking down at Jeremy Jr. with some concern. It takes Jr. a moment to remember what the sign means, but they quickly nod and try to reassure. - “Oh, yes yes, I’m fine! It wasn’t too big of a fall.” - [Good.] - Tom signed again before turning and stepping over to Hermes, opening his arms to him, and immediately Hermes set his bag down and pulled Tom into a big tight hug, both very happy to see each other.

- “So where’s Grian?” - Joel asked, looking to Mumbo. - “He should be coming out soon. He was conversing with the Secret Keeper last time I saw him, I hope the conversation is going well.” - Mumbo replied, dusting some redstone off his hands and rolling his sleeves back down. - “Oh, this is so exciting! Our babies are going to become men! Are your sons as excited as ours? Are you also excited?” - Sausage asked, looking between Jimmy, Tango, and Mumbo. Jimmy grimaced slightly at the questions, his earlier enthusiasm was starting to turn into nervousness. - “You could say so. Tango and I got ourselves up early to make sure Tom ate well before comin’ here. But not gonna lie, I’m starting to feel not so sure about this.” Sausage tilted his head in slight confusion. - “What do you mean?” - “Oh come on Jimmy, don’t start scaring Sausage with that.” - Joel remarked, crossing his arms and glancing away. - “They’ll be fine. We’ve done this millions of times, they can do it too.” Jimmy frowned but decided not to refute it, and deep down, Joel was worrying a lot too, but preferred to avoid the topic altogether. Sausage looked at the two of them with some concern and definite confusion, and Tango quietly put an arm around Jimmy to help keep him calm.

“Ah, I see everyone’s finally gathered here!” - Grian called, stepping through the large stone doors at the other end of the room. - “Come on then, let’s get this show on the road.” Everyone made their way towards the next chamber through those same stone doors, and the Watcher magic was much more palpable here. At the center of the room was the familiar Secret Keeper, a large stone statue used to communicate with the Watchers themselves. Around it, covering the walls of the chamber, were paintings. Paintings of the previous winners, each with their associated astral body, and space for many more. The spot for a new painting had opened, and it beckoned for fresh meat. The young ones stepped forward, as prepared as they could be to embark on the journey ahead.

- “Alright, here are the rules.” - Grian started, his wings turning from the colorful trio of colors into a dark and deep purple, rings of eyes floating around his head now. - “Your goal will be to survive, but you already knew that. You will have 3 lives before your chances run out, and in your last life your goal is to be the last one standing. Whoever wins will be added to our hall here, and have a fancy portrait of them in that there wall.” - He added, pointing at the blank portrait rippling with magic. - “Now.. Are you ready?” - “Wait!” - Jimmy called from the back, making everyone stop and turn to look at him. He quickly ran over to Tom, signaling for him to lean closer, and retrieved a gift from his inventory: a black rancher hat, which he promptly placed on Tom’s head. - “Good luck, son. We’ll be here when you return.” - He said with much care and worry, pulling Tom into one last tight, tight hug before he had to go. Tom hugged back even tighter, but soon they had to separate, and Jimmy returned to Tango’s side. Tom smiled at the two and readjusted his new hat to make sure it wouldn’t fall, and turned back to Grian so the event could continue. Grian raised an eyebrow and looked at the others in the back. - “Anybody else got anything to say before I send them?” Jeremy Jr. quickly turned to their dads, even if the question wasn’t directed at themself. - “Don’t make us any more siblings while we’re gone!” - “No promises!” - Sausage replied with a hearty laugh, and Joel just put a hand to his head with a light awkward chuckle. - “Be careful if you go into the Nether, don’t let yourselves overheat!” - Mumbo called to the Bot brothers, a bit nervous for their circuits. - “We won’t!” - The two bots replied, giving their dad a reassuring smile, and turned to their other dad. - “Alright, now that that’s all settled, it is time.” - The magical feeling ramped up as Grian said this, the eyes above his head opening and glowing purple, along with the symbol on the Secret Keeper behind him. - “I’ll be watching you all. Good luck.”

And with a flash the young group was gone, taken to a new world where they were to start their trial. The only thing left behind was the bag Hermes had brought; somebody must’ve forgotten to tell him he couldn’t bring those things with him.

#Fresh Life - fic #*fanfiction #????? IT LET ME PUT EVERYTHING IN??????#I have been lied to about Tumblr's character limit #now watch it not let me actually post it lmao #I hope this is okay!! I had to change the formatting a bit

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Mermaids Tale - Chapter 1

Alright here we go. First chapter of Mermaids Tale, I think i already mentioned but this story deserves a better title, but we'll stick with it for the sake of ceasing any confusion.

As mentioned in my latest post, I'm adjusting the ML to post the whole storyline of MT, I must...its really quite good and when you read the buildup and the history of the characters, its good. For those of you that want just the good stuff, i'll post ONE chapter of the first smut encounter, just one. This story has alot of smut, among other genres. So there will the best of both worlds here.

Pairings: Heeseung and you

Warnings: Not a whole lot. Mentions of nudity but that's about it.

Summary: Noooooooooooooo....just know, that MT Heeseung is really...sexy. This storyline contains a cat and mouse chase type of thing going on. Lots of hunter and fleeing prey vibes.

Side note, i think they finally fixed my tumblr because posting is alot less of a pain. Seriously, the chapters i've posted so far for each series, some of the grammar errors and structure errors are bc this thing would not let me copy and paste, i had to like re-write each paragraph into the box as i was looking at the draft. So there may have been alot of typos and stupid mistakes in those, apologies.

The sound of the busy city buzzes in your ears as you monopolize through the crowds.

Passing by a line of shops and rows of canopy tents of casual eatery, you keep a hollow face as you remain hidden beneath the bill of your hat. You strut through, strategically making way towards the path of a shorter route leading to your home.

Your hair lays bundled up under your headpiece, eyes remain forward under the hovering cloth, and your body’s form, out of sight and beneath a large sweatshirt. The lengthy shape of your legs made out by the fitted jeans that cover them, and the slight exposure of soft skin on your forearms, revealed by slightly rolled sleeves, remain as your sole identifiable features that are seen.

Carrying out your habitual trend of hiding beneath cloth, and shadow when traveling hasn’t been the most pleasant routine.

However, throughout the course of events in earlier years, you’ve learned and been warned of, the dangers against you. For each time you leave shelter, you place yourself at risk of exposing yourself and suffering the unimaginable, putting an end to your bloodline.

The fate of your bloodline, as mentioned, solely relies on you. Carrying the task of preserving it comes with dire responsibilities and measures, something that you have been doing for many years, yet still haven’t grown entirely used to.

You turn around a corner leading into a marketplace alley. It’s a shortcut you normally take to get back home, saving you a half hour from walking among crowds, which never made you feel easy. Not after you learned of your secret.

The moment you projected the turn, the owner of one of the food tents accidently bumps into you, as he was making his way to customers bringing them hot jasmine tea.

His body was forced back from the impact, as was yours. The ceramic dishes that were neatly staged on the platter fall and shatter on the stone tile. The young man peeks up through recovered squinted eyes and sees that the contents of the teapot had sullied your entire sleeve.

Noticing the color of the material becoming darker from the splash, his face grew into great concern when he saw the skin on your arm glisten at the reflection of a nearby streetlight.

The vapors emerging from your arm are noticeable, as well as the blotches of the bright red shade that takes over the natural hue of your pigment, and the stunning glow you were born with.

He begins apologizing theatrically and calls out to the neighboring canopy owners.

A group of elderly shop owners come to attend to the wound on your arm, suppressing the discoloration with wet cloths and ice. One woman runs back inside her boutique to find a first aid kit, while the others remain in a frenzy as they place effort into treating the burn.

But there was no burn, at least in a somatosensory manner, not visually.

You reassure them that you’re fine, despite their urging in taking you to a hospital. You softly shake your head and thanked them for their care, you further your efforts in convincing them by smiling and waving, appearing as jovial as possible while you continue your way through the alley.

As a child, you didn’t realize that your inability to feel physical touch, vibration, or any sensation for that matter, was really something to be concerned of. Truth be told, you still don’t. In fact, you prefer it that way. Regardless of countless moments where teachers, friends, and family all grew concern over your “defect”, you personally found it convenient.

You would be lying to yourself if you deny ever being curious on what it is like, to feel temperature, roughness, pressure, tickle, itch, pain, pleasure, cloth, skin, and tingle. But you realize that whatever it was that you were missing, you couldn’t possibly be yearning for it if you’ve never experienced it. As depressing that may sound, your “defect” saved yourself the emotional traumas of pain and sadness, which is something you had no problems feeling.

It started when you were six, after your dog Lucy had passed away. You were sad because you missed her greeting you, the way she kept you company and played outside, and the sound of her adorable whines whenever she wanted a doggy treat. You developed a bond with her out of pure emotion because the times that she licked your face, when you pet and rubbed her ears or her belly, or when you held her in your arms, it wasn’t possible to develop any fondness out of the physical compassions of love for her. You never felt it. Which somehow, you believe, may have placed limitations on the strength of your bond with her. Since everything you felt was out of pure emotion, the number of traits that would cause your grief was limited, therefore you were able to accept her loss much faster.

There were other times too, like the moments where your friends would experience a broken heart or betrayal at the discretion of a loved one. Events such as this is what made you the most grateful. After witnessing the times when a dear friend would come to you for comfort, shattered by the hands of a man who used and abandoned her, you came to understand that the degree of her sadness and heartbreak was enhanced due to her physical relation with that man. Thankfully for you, you could only imagine, not that you would.

You found it very disturbing that regardless of how many times your friend had experienced the ruthless abandonment of her lover, all conducted after a session of sexual intimacy. No matter how many times he left her, she would always welcome him back with open arms, enabling him to do it all over again. Whenever you had asked her why she would even permit herself to let him in again, her response was the sealant of any curious thought you had in the sense of touch.

“I know he’s going to leave, and I wasn’t going to. But then he kissed and hugged me, and I just couldn’t help it, I needed to feel him again. Have you ever gone without sex for weeks Y/N? Its brutal! I got desperate.”

Her words drifted through your brain. What would she have said if you had divulged the fact that, regardless of you being 109 years old, you never had sex. You heard from friends you made along the way of their experiences, and quite frankly, it never appealed to you. It may just be one of those moments where the coined term “you had to have been there” applies heavily to it, which of course, wouldn’t matter for you. The loss of the sense wasn’t just limited to your skin, it was internal as well. You recall the time when you nearly had a close call in exposing your secret.

It was while you were with a group of co-workers, the lot of you all deciding to have lunch at a sushi bar. A moment of carelessness resulted in everyone being confused when the waiter brought out the tea and poured it into each of your cups. You were the first to drink, and upon noticing you sipping from your cup, a fellow co-worker across follows suit and takes a sip.

The sound of the cutlery clashing, the blood curling scream, and smaller dishes shattering on the floor, overfilled the entire restaurant as she jumped up and covered her mouth. The tears streamed down her face as she shouts for ice and water, the remaining group stood off to the side with puzzling looks.

“Too hot! My mouth is burning!”

She panicked as her mouth begin to blister and her lips turned red.

“Why didn’t you let it cool down?”

“I thought it was already cooled down! I saw Y/N drink from her cup, so I thought it was okay!”

The poor girl exhausting her sobbing words as she popped ice cubes in her mouth, desperately trying to relieve herself from the burn.

The group looked your way, they also noticed your lips were bright red, and now that you think about it, you may have had blisters in your mouth as well, but how were you to know?

You played off that whole experience by telling them that you had a damaged nerve syndrome. That’s been your go-to excuse for as long as you could remember, there was no other way other logic that you could use for moments like that one.

You finally make it to your apartment.

Looking down at your arm, you noticed the redness was beginning to swell a bit, ironic that you couldn’t feel the pain from injuries such as this, yet you were susceptible to the damage it would cause. Everything has its ups and downs you suppose.

Migrating to your bedroom, you glanced over to the all the vintage photos of your mother, father, and your siblings.

Managing life by changing your name every decade, relocating, and cutting off ties with friendly relations after a certain amount of time had passed, it wasn’t easy for you to succumb to emotional moments of loneliness. Your life was always moving, nothing was constant or stable, at least not for too long. The only time when you would feel saddened was whenever you looked at the photos of your family, who have all been passed away for years already. The remaining relatives you had from your brother and his wife, your cousins, nieces, and nephews fully remain unaware of your existence, there was no way you could explain that, while they were significantly younger, your appearance had remained unchanged since the year you turned 22. The moment you blossomed into a young woman, no longer having the pre-mature attributes of a girl, you were at your true feminine form and had remained as such. Just like your mother.

A flashback drives past your mind for a moment, you remembered it so vividly.

“Y/n, do you want to join us? We’re doing game night.”

Your younger brother implores you to join, and normally you would, but tonight was different.

“No thanks Matthew, I want to go out for a night walk on the beach. Tell mom and dad I’ll be back after a bit.”

“Are you sure? Do you want me to come with? I don’t think mom likes it when you go out by yourself, remember? She said that a 15-year-old girl should never be out on her own in an unfamiliar place.”

“I’ll be fine, this is private property, and the beach is just right across from the house. I’ll be back in an hour.”

At that, you left the old beach rental your family reserved for the trip to Greece. It was your first time there and it became your favorite place in the world. There was something about the land and the Aegean Sea that surrounded it. It gave you a feeling of familiarity, the same sense someone would get when they go home for the first time in many years. It was nostalgic. Yet, that wasn’t the only thing that made you feel sentimental.

You didn’t know why, but up until that year you pondered the puzzling fact that, while your defect inhibited you to feel physically, there was something about the ocean that contradicted that.

You had found out about it initially when you were 7-years old, your family took a trip to a beach nearby home. The hot sand was too much for your family, and they knew it wouldn’t affect you since the family doctor was the one that initially told your parents of your “nerve damage”.

Despite hearing their calls to you, bidding you to stay put with them, you ignored their yells and ran to the shallow waters. It was the first time you had ever seen the ocean, and you were attracted to its appeal the way magnets attract iron.

With your feet stepping into the water, you were shocked to realize that there was something transpiring. There was a sensation that you’ve never experienced before, and you didn’t know what to call it. Looking back, you know now that it was the temperature of the water. Yes, the temperature. Not only that, but the swirling whirlpool swishing around your ankles, the wet sand riding in between your toes, the jagged tips and points of rocks and seashells, and the feel of the gravitational pull as the water receded, only to return at your feet once more when another rolling wave had hit.

For the first time, you had felt the powerful sense of touch.

You never mentioned the experience to your family, there wasn’t any particular reason, you just felt content that you were able to experience the sensation for once. But you quickly realized that your ability to feel only occurred when you were in the water. The ocean waters.

You exit through the back kitchen door, skipping towards the shallow waves. The rental was just far enough from the water, a single person such as yourself walking amongst the wet sands couldn’t be seen easily at night. But you weren’t concerned at all, there was absolutely no one in sight and that’s how you preferred it, because now you’ll be able to freely express your joy once you reach the shallow waves.

The moment the water rushed over your skin; you rediscover the sense of touch once more.

Of all things in this earth for you to feel, you were eternally grateful that it was the ocean. You felt as equally grateful as you breached the waters belonging to the beautiful Aegean Sea. It was the first time you get to experience water that was foreign, exotic, and mystical, much different than the local beaches back home.

Before placing our feet in, you took a second to watch the bubbles of the sea foam riding the waves. It was so pretty to look at. The foam resembled white clouds as the bubbles looked like crystals, reflecting twinkles of glistening light reflected by the moon. Assorted pastel color prisms coated each bubble as you watched them roll back into the sea for the next wave.

You walk along the shallow end, kicking your feet to create small splashes as you twirl in your summer dress. Apart from the sense of touch, nothing ever changed your experience in the water, up until a feeling hit you. It was a sensation you didn’t recall feeling in the water before, but it stung with a vengeance. You couldn’t put your finger on what was happening, but you knew based off your recollections of witnessing similar reactions with other people, the sensation you felt was the first in your life.

Pain.

The overwhelming reaction of having to feel pain for the first time caused you to collapse, the stinging sensation grew worse. You panicked. Unable to fathom what was going on, your mind tried to process at the sensation you were succumbing to. Drowning with confusion and fear, you realized that, unlike the waters back home, there was something about the waters belonging to the Aegean Sea, and your body was reacting to it.

Fear and shock took over your emotional senses, covering the unpleasant sense of physical pain as legs grew weak, too weak.

The stinging hit every inch of your legs from the hip down, and for a moment you wondered if you had been stung by jellyfish or perhaps bitten by a poisonous sea snake.

To your horror, you screamed as you looked down at your legs, finding that you no longer had them. Not anymore.

Instead, they were replaced with a long, graceful tail and fin. You shuttered in fear, noting that the lower half of your body was now covered with fish scales.

You couldn’t move from the sandy spot you were laying in. Your panic heightened as you attempt to use your upper body strength to crawl away from the water, but the pull of the waves as the tides rolled in enabled the receding sand to sink you down, practically gluing you stuck and your lower half remaining in the water.

As the currents grew stronger, and no one in sight to hear or see you, your body was slowly but surely getting pulled in deeper into the water.

Each wave dragged you in deeper, your whole body was nearly entrenched in the shallow water, yet it was becoming easier to move, so long as you were going in the direction of the deep end. You felt exhausted from fighting against the waves, so you laid there in defeat. Your wet hair was plastered all over your face, the transformation of your lower extremities caused the ruffle lining of your dress to shred.

Noticing that the stinging pain was no longer present, you closed your eyes and found comfort in feeling the soothing sensation of the water showering your entire body. The feeling that you normally enjoyed.

You closed your eyes and laid your cheek down on the wet sand before you, not sure if you just needed a break or if you had entirely given up and assumed you were going to die in that spot. Within seconds after closing your eyes, another wave rolls in, covering you entirely. As it pulls back, revealing every shell and rock that laid thickly underneath the sand, the raging current drags you one final time, fully submerging you in the water.

The feeling, opposed to what you felt moments earlier, was beyond amazing. Even though the temperature of the water was cooler, you felt warm and secured. The swooshing of the current wraps around you and glides against your skin.

Your whole body felt the touch of everything around you. The pale silver scales glowed contrasted against the shadowed depth around you. Considering how dark it was underneath the surface, your view was as clear as glass. Everything you laid your eyes on, you were able to see its finer details, no matter how small or large it was.

You could hear the echo calling of whales, even though they were meters from where you were at. It appeared that not only did you gain the sense of touch by being in the water, but your other senses remain unimpaired. They actually seemed enhanced under water.

As tempted as it was to savor the environment you were in, you started to get worried that your mother would come look for you, especially since your time outside was breaching the final moments of the hour. Though you weren’t entirely sure how you would go see her in the state you were in.

You swam back to the shoreline, although it didn’t feel like swimming, more like gliding. You found it was so easy to move in the water, and you were moving in a speed that you’ve never was faster than any moving car you rode in.

Beaching yourself as you reached the shoreline, you turn to admire the pale-silver color of your tail.

The fin was large and fanned out, the skin that stretched over the frame was semi-transparent, and it glistened with a sheer blend of pastel colors, the same as the seafoam. Two spurs outlined the out corners of the fin as it branched out, they were long, and the tips of them were sharper than any knife you’ve seen.

The scales on your tale all looked like nacre, or simply known as Mother-of-Pearl, reflecting the wide hue of colors to bounce off the silver base. The amount of scales lessened just past your pelvic bone, revealing the skin you were familiar with. Had there been more time you would have removed your dress to see how much had changed with your upper body if it did change. Yet you became more focused on figuring a way to get out of the water, then coming up with an explanation for your appearance.

Moving was hard, compared to how it was in the water, now that you had laid ashore it felt nearly impossible. Finding yourself stuck yet again, the only manner to get farther away from the water was to crawl using your upper body. Digging your elbows into the murky sand, you struggled to find some level of stable foundation as you felt yourself sinking in.

Noticing the partial burial of large rocks all around, you reached for the exposed surfaces, grabbing on to the points and edges. Using the moment of your body to shift in the direction you needed to go, you exhausted every effort by using whatever means necessary to get further up, closer to your destination. The sense of touch begins to fade out, disappearing the further you move away from the water. A bittersweet exchange.

Finally, you reached the dry mounds of sand. Grabbing a handful, you watch as the spilling of dry granules seeps in between your fingers, feeling a sense of accomplishment. You moved upward just a tad bit more, ensuring no part of you, to include the tail, was touching water.

You come to a sudden halt as a familiar sensation hits you. Odd, since you were no longer touching the water, yet the stinging all throughout your lower half re-emerges, and you could feel it just as strongly as you had in the water. You turned over onto your back and saw all the dry granules of sand that coated the scales of your tail. Witnessing the metamorphosis happening before your own eyes, you watched as the beige hue of the sand and the rainbow explosion of color from the scales begin to transform. The merging of colors gradually fades into a hue that matches your skin, while the two long spurs at the corners of your fin begin to recede.

Beginning at the inner triangular tip in the center of your fin, the skin separates, and continues up along the center of your tail, regaining the shape and length of your legs.

Was that all it took? Dry land? Or just being out of the water…these waters.

You didn’t tell your parents what happened that night, you didn’t know how. For the longest time, you wondered if it had been a dream or some type of hallucination. Yet the memory of feeling the water, listening to the whales, and re-visualizing the clarity of your sight, you knew that it was neither.

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shipwreckedwithcaptainmarrow · 10 months ago

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Apologies for the absence over here on Tumblr, I've just been so insanely busy since the release of my book. It's odd how the writing process sees you cooped up and lackadaisical, and you have time for things, and book's progress just goes on and on. But after it comes out, things change. Since the book's launch in late September I've - - Setup Author booth at Cedar Key Pirate Invasion (Florida) - Setup Author booth for Launch Party in Goose Creek (South Carolina) - Setup Author booth at Old City Pirate Day in St. Augustine (Florida) - Setup Author booth at Colonial Faire and Muster at Wormsloe (Georgia) Now I've got my upcoming confirmed plans over the next 3 months: - Pirate Educational Display at Fort Dorchester (South Carolina) - Pirate Educational Display and Author booth at Wilmington (North Carolina) - Pirate Educational Display at Fort King George (Georgia) - Pirate Educational Display and Author booth at Powder Magazine (South Carolina) - Author booth at Penumbra renfair in St. Augustine (Florida) - Pirate Lecture and Book Signing at Museum of Coastal Carolinas (North Carolina) And my unconfirmed plans over the next three: - Author table at The Pirate Store, St. Augustine (Florida) - Author table at Starbucks, Mt. Pleasant (South Carolina) - Educational Display or Author booth at Ponce DeLeon Inlet Lighthouse (Florida) - Pirate Lecture at Wormsloe Plantation (Georgia) - Educational Display at McLarty Treasure Museum (Florida) Events confirmed for later in the year: - Author booth at Panama City Pirate Invasion (Florida) - Pirate Educational Display and Author table at Feast of the Pirates (North Carolina) ... So I've been busy, and all of this above is still yet to happen soon. My calendar is filling up. I still have more contacts to follow up on, and other events for the reenactment crew, like potentially Huntington Beach (South Carolina). Can't believe I'm a "professional pirate," and have made such a name for myself, but I'm definitely thankful for all the friends and notable contacts amid the educational fields I've made along the way that's making this possible with my book release. I know its already been a long post, but I just wanted to say that I wish I still had the time and umph to keep up with all of my various social medias. Both Instagram and Tumblr have fallen a bit to the wayside while Facebook has remained my primary - its just historic sites and museums all have Facebook pages, but not tumblrs for example. So I've had to prioritize what I've needed to do to get to this point. Still, I'll try and toss up a few more posts and not neglect the site here so much. Hope you guys understand.

#pirate history #pirates #shipwrecked with captain marrow #folklore #haunted #pgabt

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telomeke · 1 year ago

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BE MY FAVORITE – THE TIME TRAVEL

OK so all the buzz on Tumblr about Be My Favorite finally convinced me to give it a go. I binged it with my Significant Other over the past couple of weeks and am all caught up now (just before the finale!). 🤩

It's been a charming ride, no truly earth-shaking revelations but I've been enjoying it. May post a bit more about some cultural and/or other observations, but I would like to see if the series sticks the landing first before going in deeper.

In the meantime my ever-astute S.O. has worked out how the time travel works, which honestly was a bit confusing for me (found myself constantly questioning which timeline Kawi was in, time and again, hah!).

If you've got it already worked out in your head, you can probably skip the rest of this. But for those who (like me) weren't too sure of how that dandelion head music box works, here is what I've learnt from my better half:

Imagining time as a linear progression, the music box only takes you back to when you last rotated its cylinder and activated its magic.

This is why nothing happens the first time someone turns the cylinder, but when they turn it the next time in the future, they're transported back to that time in the past

For example, nothing happens when Kawi activates the music box in the gift shop the first time (Ep.1 [1I4] 6.56), but he gets zoomed back there at Ep.1 [2/4] 12.06 when he turns the cylinder again.

Likewise, nothing happens to Pisaeng in the bedroom at Ep.10 [3I4] 5.35, but he is transported back in time to that location after he activates the music box in the future, years later (Ep.11 [4/4] 6.47).

While in the past, activating the music box again will send you back to the same spot on the timeline in the future that you came from (this is what the sequence starting at Ep.2 [1I4] 9.58 is meant to establish).

It helps me understand this better by visualizing the timeline like a tunnel that you are moving through. The first music box activation creates a new door in the tunnel wall. You continue moving through the tunnel, ignoring the door. The second activation further down the tunnel creates another door and whooshes you back through it to the first door that you created, and allows you to enter the tunnel again. You then move through the tunnel beyond this first door as you did the first time, but you get to change things that you encounter along the way. The third activation (still further back in the tunnel; you've already moved beyond the first door but have not yet reached the second) creates a third door and whooshes you back through it to the second door where you came from further in front. The things you've changed are in the tunnel behind you. You can keep creating doors to go backwards and forwards, so on and so forth. But you can only go back to the last door you created in the tunnel behind you, and only go forward back to the door from which you came.

So the music box functions like a binary toggle taking you to fixed spots on the timeline. It also does not take you further back than the last time you toggled the switch, which is why Kawi is unable to go back any earlier in time and save his father. You only get the one chance to redo things at a particular place on the timeline, and that place is fixed by the last time you rotated the music box's cylindrical base. Once you move beyond that location on the timeline in the past, your chance to change it is gone.

Others may have already written this up (I didn't read every post because I wasn't following the series yet), so apologies if this is nothing but repetition to you. 🤷‍♂️ But I thought it might be useful to share, just in case. 💖

As an aside – the reason they've used a dandelion seedhead inside the glass ball is based on ye olde custom (that I read about in a British children's magazine from the seventies) of telling the time with it.

When the dandelion flower goes to seed, it turns into that fluffy ball whose seeds are dispersed by the wind. A strong enough gust will release the seeds as the fluffy bits catch the wind. Each seed with its own cottony windcatcher is then carried aloft, far away from the parent plant (thus reducing competition for sunlight and nutrients when it takes root).

But children are told (or used to be, no idea if it's still a thing) that you can blow on it to release the seeds as well, and the number of puffs needed to release all the seeds will give you the time of day (three puffs meaning three o'clock, for example). It may have come about because the seeds are more tenacious later in the day, needing more puffs of air in order to be set free? I'm just guessing, but anyway this is why the seedhead is also called a dandelion clock, and is entirely appropriate as a visual metaphor within that glass globe (and why we also see the seeds floating across the screen whenever there's time travel afoot in the series).

P.S. Also unrelated, but it pains me that I listened to the full Be My Favorite theme song (ย้อนเวลา/REDO) only after posting about the songs in QL dramas because it's such a fun, energetic ride with a strong melodic hook and deserves to be on that list too.

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Krist does it well (even if the falsetto high notes just before the chorus are a bit grating). The racing tempo, breathless syncopation, repeated motifs and lyrics about second chances in life also echo all the timeplaying games of the series with their fits and starts in various loops, making this one of the most deliciously apt QL theme songs to come out in a while. I hope Kawi and Pisaeng run the rest of their course as well as this. 😍

#be my favorite #time travel #kawi and pisaeng #YouTube

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amateur-ornithology · 2 years ago

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aaaaand of course Tumblr stopped me one post before the end, classic

Anyway! That was a great episode – it's especially good to have some new characters to chew on, and boy have I been chewing.

Willow is, put bluntly, a delight. She's sweet and considerate without feeling even remotely one-note about it, and the temper she keeps a very firm lid on adds a fantastic extra dimension to her. The hopeful tone her story takes is a really nice touch, too – at the end of the day, despite having cheated in class and wrecked half the school, she gets moved from the subject she hated and only took because her parents wanted it to one she's really good at and enjoys. It's good to see the spooky magic academy with the authoritarian teachers can still make good decisions for its students, you know?

(Also, how wonderful is it that Luz, apparently having no friends at all in her own world, manages to become fast friends with the first actual peer character she talks to within a matter of minutes? I'm on my way to her school with my "Luz Noceda can make friends you guys are just mean" presentation.)

Gus doesn't get a lot of focus this episode, other than that he's nice and likes humans. There's a lot of potential in that setup, though, and I'm excited to see where we go with him.

And Amity... boy, I've already said a lot about Amity, and yet apparently I can always find more. From her brief shot in the intro I was expecting someone haughty and aloof, but instead from the moment she opens her mouth she's a smug jerk in a thoroughly enjoyable way. I've already talked at length about the ways I find her unpleasantly relatable, but I'll just say that I get much the same feeling from her as I often do from Luz, that she's a character being written by people who have a lot of experience being like that. There's a wonderful depth to her that I can't wait to see brought into the light – and even before that happens, she's still incredibly fun to have around as an unrepentant arsehole.

Plot-wise, too, it's been really good to see Luz and Eda finally bond. I'm hoping Luz can actually start learning some magic soon – I get that groundwork needs to be laid, but we are now two for two on episodes where Luz goes "teach me magic please" and Eda says "HOW ABOUT THIS OTHER THING" so it'd be nice to shake that up.

Also, I just want to say it's a really nice touch that they changed Willow's clothes in the end credits – I love little intro/outro changes like that, so I'll have to keep my eyes peeled for more!

Thanks so much for coming by and hanging around, everyone, and apologies for the technical difficulties! I'll catch you all soon for the next episode!

#the owl house #toh liveblog #tohs1e03

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loganthrives · 1 month ago

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Just going where the hyperfixations take me I guess

Hey y'all, sorry its been a while. Wanted to do a lil personal update post. Under the cut to spare your dash in case you don't want to read my nonsense:

You might've noticed that I've really pulled back on social media lately. Tumblr is the only platform that I check even semi-regularly anymore, and the last two months its been not even a thought in my head to check it for the most part. Like, I went from checking it 2-3 times daily to not checking it for a week or more at a time, and not even noticing the change myself until recently.

This hiatus has only been semi-intentional - on the one hand, I am very easily emotionally impacted by the horrors of the world (ADHD emotional hyperarousal and justice sensitivity), and so I needed to take a biiig step back for my own mental health so I wouldn't go down yet another depressive spiral. That's had some mixed results for me, because obviously I can't just bury my head in the sand to pretend that the horrors are going to go away on their own, and I can't easily stop myself from caring about them either.

Just to be absolutely abundantly clear on my position, I still care about Palestine and want to see it freed from violence and restored. Black lives still matter and will always matter. Free Sudan and free the Congo.

I just... Being vocal about the problems of the world takes a lot more out of me than I myself often realize, and sometimes I need to/am forced to hibernate and rest my voice for a bit. Because I can be loud, and I can be belligerent and unforgiving as fuck when it comes to actual human rights abuses and literal genocide, but I am only one mentally ill and disabled queer person in Canada. I can only do so much and my voice can only go so far.

And, yeah, I know about the US election results. I've been posting a shitton of hopefully helpful links and resources to cure ballots, get your passports in order, and other support and resources for my American friends. I am also looking into asylum in Canada and how that works, and how it might potentially be extended to American expats in the future. I've already got one person I'm inviting to live with me as soon as they can get themself up here, but I might have to do more work and research before I can open my doors for more.

It hurts me on a very deep level that my impact is so sharply limited. I don't even have money I can donate anymore - all my roommates have left and I still haven't gotten this house renovated and ready for sale, so it feels like every month I'm walking on thin ice to make my bills work and still somehow feed myself. Part of me wonders whether I shouldn't just post rooms for rent again but then I definitely can't do the renovation work that needs to be done because it involves tearing out the main bathroom. Can't rent to people legally if I can't give them access to a shower or a tub. I feel stuck and unable to progress.

So, while I've been hibernating on my activism, I've been distracting myself with work and with Final Fantasy 14. I accidentally built a whole community where we do stuff together almost nightly, and its been a very inviting and fun distraction from everything. I honestly enjoy it probably a bit too much, and I'm actually getting to do the endgame stuff and content that I never got to do with any of my previous FCs, either because they were busy doing other stuff like running clubs and venues or because they were hyper toxic and constantly talked down to me about how bad they felt I was at the game. I was never bad at the game I just needed someone who had the patience to help me learn and not look down on me for every little mistake I made, and so I went and found a couple of someones who could do that for me, and now I'm basically running this shit myself.

I haven't been doing a ton of writing, though I've been thinking about my FF14 fic more than anything. Apologies again for anyone who was looking forward to more updates to my Undertale fics, and for all the writing I've promised and failed to deliver on 🥺 I stopped posting updates to Tumblr about my fic because I think most people aren't super into named WoL self-insert fics, but I still post the updates to my Discord.

If you made it this far and for some reason want to hang out with me, here's a link for my old Not Your Doll discord - https://discord.gg/G2QSa3c7wH . Its still active once in a blue moon and I post my fic updates to it, along with my activism rants and any links/things I want to share to either make you smile or laugh, or important info I think should be shared. It is also a mental health/vent space for those who need it.

If you'd like to hang out with me in FF14, my homeworld is Dynamis Rafflesia and I have the Thrives FC <THRVS>, feel free to message me ingame (character name is Logan Thrives) or submit an app to my small FC if you'd like to join up. I'm going to try and run consistent treasure map parties every other Saturday once mogtomes are over for characters who are level 60+ and have at least completed Heavensward. There is an FC Discord as well where I do all my events and things but its not exclusive to FC members and many friends have joined it. I'll give that link out privately to anyone who plays and is interested in joining my community.

Thanks for reading all my nonsense and for still sticking around and supporting me, even though I've been so inactive and quiet. I can't make any promised I know I'm not going to keep, but I do hope to return to writing and to being more active on here at some point. I do genuinely miss it.

Have a Nora pic for making it this far:

My baby girl will be ten years old in January 💜

#personal #update #free palestine #activism #depression #discord

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