#been out sick blegh

[waltzoftherapiers]

It’s officially been over a week since I’ve fenced and I am dying

[mod2amaryllis]

huge downer warning!! I've been really sad and haven't posted, little dude passed away a couple days ago. he got worse and worse and passed before i could try any medication. yesterday i went to get a replacement, and he didn't even make it through heat acclimation. kinda swears me off big box sick bettas. but ya super bummed, having a bad luck streak on fish.

[bittersweet-mojo]

i love when i reach the end of a work period and my body just fucking collapses. like hey man!! hey man!!! we’re done now!! sit down bitch!! your gonna have stomach troubles!!

[matcha-milkies]

WELL, YOU DID ASK

Summary: Aboard the Stan-O’-War II, Stan finds out and confronts Ford about his past relationship with Bill.

Alternatively: “Ford, why did Bill call you babygirl?”

Relationships: Sea Grunkles, Bill Cipher/Ford Pines (Mentioned)

Content Warnings: Implied/Referenced Sex

Tags: Humor, Light Angst, Banter

Inspired By: This Meme and This Comic

Word Count: 2,489

Link to AO3: Here

A/N: Yeah it’s been a HOT MINUTE five years since I watched Gravity Falls, and I’m still waiting on my copy of Book of Bill, so I’m sorry if there are any inconsistencies with canon in this. I was riffing hard off of secondhand material lol

Stan stares up at the top bunk as the room gently sways from side to side, a cabin cradled in the bosom of the ocean. He’s lying face up on his cot, hands on his abdomen, and he’s contemplating something very deeply. It’s unnerving, this thing. He almost wishes he could forget all about it. Almost.

He bites his bottom lip and deliberates over what to do about this. He could just leave it alone. Things have been good lately. Why rock the boat, so to speak? They could go about their day, have their coffee, cast their lines into the sea, fry that leftover kraken meat for dinner. Blegh, he’s so sick of kraken meat. He’s going to have to find a way to season that thing to spice it up a bit or else he’s gonna go crazy. Why do krakens have to be so enormous anyway?

Yeah, he could do that. He could be normal.

After all, if the answer is no, then there’s nothing to worry about in the first place. And if the answer is yes… does he really want to know about it? What is he going to do, where is he going to go from there? Ask for details? He’s racked by a fullbody shudder. As if.

But deep down, he knows he’s kidding himself. If he doesn’t confront his brother, then this is going to linger in the back of Stan’s mind for all of eternity. He won’t be able to look at his twin without pondering all the ‘why’s. Why him? Why didn’t you tell me?

Stan hauls himself to a sitting position and swings his legs over the side of his bunk. He stares at the wall for a little bit, mouth quirked to the side. The Stan-O’-War II creaks, as if it’s also pondering to itself. He can hear his brother rustling papers a ways away in the other room. It’s a small boat. Of course it is. There’s only two of them to man it.

Stan starts to walk into the other room, then turns around and changes course at the last second, heading above deck instead. Hopefully his twin was too preoccupied with his work to notice. Stan walks over to the port side and leans his arms against the railing with a sigh. It’s a nice day out, at least. The sun is shining high in the sky with only a few clouds drifting overhead. They’re somewhere off the coast of Canada.

Somewhere further south but still along the same coast are his great niece and nephew, going to school again. He wonders how they’re doing. He wishes he could call them. He misses them, but he also wants to take his mind off of this. He hears footsteps pacing below deck, probably to grab a book off a shelf or something, because they soon pace right back to where the desk would be. 

Stan lowers his head until his forehead is against the railing and sighs. He’s probably going to have to ask. The thing he’s dreading is knowing that it’s not gonna go over well. He gives it maybe another ten minutes to psyche himself up, then turns and tramps back down the stairs.

Ford is situated at his desk (it’s not anyone’s desk but really it’s Ford’s desk), sifting through some old creased pages that look like they’re about to disintegrate at the slightest breeze. On his right-hand side is a cold, half-finished cup of joe. Occasionally, he mutters something to himself and pens something in his new journal. He’s entirely absorbed. He doesn’t even seem to notice when Stan appears in the doorway and leans his elbow against it.

“Uh, hey, Sixer, how’s it goin’ in here?”

Ford starts. The pen drops from his hand and rolls around on the swaying floor. “Stanley, how many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up like that?”

“I didn’t sneak up on you. I’m notoriously loud. You’re the one with your nose glued to that journal.”

“I–” Ford’s breath catches in his throat before he lets it out in a sigh. “I suppose you have a point. I’m sorry, Stanley. I’m just frustrated at how little progress I’ve made with this. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”

“You know you say that, like, every time we find some weird thing, right?”

“I didn’t think we would encounter this many paranormal phenomena outside of Gravity Falls.”

“Maybe you’re the weirdness magnet.”

“Perhaps both of us are. After all, you were the one living in my shack for all those years pretending to be me.”

“Ha, yeah…” Stan musses his own hair. “Must run in the family.”

“Anyway–” after stooping to pick up the pen, Ford seats himself at the desk again– “you know I always appreciate your company, Stan, but I’d like to make some real headway before dinner if at all possible.”

“Uh, well, actually,” Stan says, and Ford glances up with a raised brow.

“What is it? Don’t tell me you accidentally dropped something overboard,” replies Ford, testing the temperature of his coffee. He looks displeased at the result but nevertheless continues to sip it anyway.

“Relax, relax, it’s nothing like that. Sheesh, are you ever gonna let me live that down?”

“It happened yesterday.”

“Ancient history!” Eh, might as well spit it out, right? “Hey, speaking of ancient history, what was going on with you and Bill?”

Ford makes some sort of choking sound and dribbles coffee back into his cup. He casts about for a napkin or a towel. “What do you mean by that?”

“Were you like, just a fling, boyfriend-boyfriend, married? What was going on there?”

Ford sputters, gives up and rolls up his sleeve to wipe his mouth on his bare arm. His voice cracks a little as he speaks. “What- What do you- What do- Why would you–”

“Look, don’t play dumb with me, IQ. When he was in my head, he said some things. And I didn’t think much of it at the time, but see, now I got nothing but time out here on this tin can, and I…”

His twin finally manages to school himself back into neutrality, although they’re both well aware it’s too late. He’s already shown his hand. All he can do is pretend, deny, for whatever that gets him. He spares Stan a glance over his spectacles, and it seems to last an eternity, before the man finally returns his gaze to his notes. “Now is not the time to talk about this.” Oh. Okay. So not even a denial then.

“Uh, right. Sure. And when exactly is the right time gonna be?”

Ford pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs with a kind of bone-deep exhaustion. “I don’t know, Stanley, any time I’m not trying to decipher the code that we found etched onto the side of that washed up precolonial artifact last week?”

“Well, I don’t know why it needs to be a whole song and dance, Einstein, it’s a simple question.”

“Yes, we were… romantically involved. Obviously. Now please leave me in peace.” Not that he had expected that answer to buy him anything, but he still finds himself chagrined when Stan stubbornly continues his line of questioning.

“Why didn’t you tell me about that?”

“I didn’t think it pertinent.” Ford closes the book on his left-hand side, resigning himself to the unfortunate reality that this conversation is happening, and there is no walking away from it. Where would he even escape to? They’re stuck on a boat together until they land at the next port.

“You didn’t think I’d wanna know you were getting… close with the literal demon that tried to kill us?”

“He wasn’t trying to kill us when I was getting to know him. Again, this should be obvious, Stanley. I don’t know why you’re making me spell it all out for you.” He strangles the air, vibrating with more frustration than he can dissipate. “Unless it’s just to torture me, which I wouldn’t put past you.”

“What is that supposed to mean? After all the things I’ve done for you, all I’m asking for here is a little honesty.”

Ford very graciously decides not to dwell on the “all the things I’ve done for you” bit and reopen that particular wound. Instead, he doffs his glasses, the better to massage his forehead.

“Oh, for the love of… We’re in our 60s, Stan.” He unfurls his arms on the table, palms upward. “What did you want me to do, honestly? You wanted me to sit you down and tell you about my crush like we’re still in high school?”

There’s something in the sincerity of his tone that throws Stan off kilter, disarms him.

“I’m not sayin’ that! I just— You’re makin’ it sound more unreasonable than it is! I’m still your twin and I thought you trusted me with this kinda thing.”

Ford pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. He stares at a point just past Stan’s shoulder, mouth flattened into a line. “Oh, god,” he laments, as it dawns on him that the emotionally mature thing to do is to be vulnerable. He sighs, busying his hands by straightening all the papers on his desk. “It’s embarrassing. It was already embarrassing, don’t you see? And this just makes it so much worse.”

“What?” Stan pulls up a chair and sits across from his twin. “Sixer, come on. You think I came in here and brought this up just to laugh at you? I mean, don’t get me wrong, it is objectively very funny, hilarious even—” he grins in the face of Ford’s glare— “but the last thing I’m gonna do is judge you. Between you and me, I think your relationship with that freaky triangle was more stable than anything I’ve ever had with any human.”

“Stable is not the word I would use to describe anything that went on in that shack in the 1980s.”

“Yeah, that just goes to show how low the bar is. Anyway, my point is, while I’m not gonna laugh at you, I definitely will still laugh.”

The scientist raises an unamused brow. “With me, you mean?”

“No, I’m just gonna laugh. Ha! Ha-ha!” Stan reaches across the desk to nudge Ford with his elbow. “Come on, it’s funny! You had a relationship with a triangle! Oh, the kids are gonna be so traumatized!”

“Wh- D- Stan, don’t tell them!”

“Why not? Dipper worships the ground you walk on. This won’t change anything for him. And Mabel… well, Mabel will laugh too actually. Very hard.” He brings a hand to his chin and narrows his eyes. “Or worse, she’ll start shipping you.”

“What does that even mean? She’s going to ship me? Where? How?”

“Uh, not important, and for all intents and purposes, I do not know what that word means either. Look, I’m just pulling your leg, Poindexter. I won’t tell them if you don’t want me to. It’s your business.”

“You honestly mean that?”

Stan sweeps an arm through the air with finality. “It’s your own business and nobody else’s. Look, I’m—” He finds himself rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry for pushing you about this. It’s not something you’d wanna look back on, I get it.”

“Oh.” Ford doesn’t really know what to do with that so he resumes straightening papers even though they’ve been straight for the past three minutes. “I’m not used to fights ending like this.”

“Yeah, me neither. It’s weird. It’s like we emotionally matured or something.”

“Something like that,” Ford agrees.

They lapse into awkward silence. That should've been the end of it, and yet.

“I guess I just don’t get it,” Stan admits.

“What don’t you understand, Stanley?”

“He’s a— Well, he’s a little two-dimensional, don’t you think?”

“It was an extremely intellectual affair, Stan. Physicality had very little to do with it.” Well, that isn’t entirely true but his brother doesn’t need to know about any of that.

“You know what, I’d believe that. I’m just having trouble envisioning what it… what it was like.”

“Why are you trying to envision that?”

“Because it’s weird, Ford! It’s weird and morbidly fascinating. It’s like a train wreck, I can’t look away.”

“Do you have any more questions? So that I can answer them and we can be done talking about this forever?”

“So you… you never… y'know…”

“No,” Ford says about five seconds too late. There’s heat rising to his cheeks and he smothers his face with his hands as Stan sits slack-jawed in abject horror.

“What? Wait, seriously? How did that even work?”

“Ask me something else.”

“Okay. For scientific purposes, hypothetically, in a hypothetical situation, how would a human with glasses and a triangular demon go about—”

“Oh, for God’s sake, Stan!”

“God had nothin’ to do with it, I know that much.” Stan leans back in his chair, then eyes Ford suspiciously. “Wait. He didn’t possess someone else, did he?”

“No!” Ford sounds genuinely horrified. “How depraved do you think I am? That would be tantamount to— I wouldn’t do that. Do you really think so lowly of me?”

“I mean, they could’ve consented beforehand anyway, right? That’s all I’m saying. Although, Sixer, I cannot stress this enough: You locked yourself in a cabin in the middle of Nowhere, Oregon and started drawing freaky symbols on the floor and communing with a literal demon. I think I’m allowed to be a little concerned.”

“Well– Sure, when you put it like that, it sounds more occult than scientific, but I can assure you my methodology was very sound.”

“Oh, okay, good. I’m glad your methodology was sound. That was the main thing I was worried about.”

“May I return to my cipher now?”

“Your Cipher, huh?”

Ford stares pointedly at his twin, trying to telepathically communicate how exhausting this conversation is.

“I just need to know how you did it. It’s gonna keep me up at night.”

“I fail to see how that’s my issue.”

“And then I’ll keep you up at night.”

“And then I’ll throw you overboard so that you can find that notebook you lost!”

“And then I’ll haunt you from the watery grave, you know I will. Besides, it’s laughable you think you could throw me overboard, Poindexter.”

“You really want to know?”

“For my own peace of mind, please.”

Ford sighs deeply, eyes shifting from wall to wall, as though afraid someone’s eavesdropping. Maybe he’s paranoid that a mermaid is listening in from outside. He gestures for Stan to lean in closer, cups his hands to his ear and whispers for a few seconds. Stan’s expression becomes unreadable.

“Oh. Wow. Creative. Okay. Welp. That answers that.” He claps his hands together as if to dispel dirt. “Say, you wouldn’t happen to have another one of those memory-wiping guns?”

[ranhaitanisgf]

Hello. Can I request “girl/boy next door” and getting sick” with Kazutora. Reader gets sick and Kazutora takes care of her. Thanks!

— kazutora hanemiya // boy next door // getting sick

☆ ˎˊ˗ helloooo this is my fave cliche ever omfg. why was i such a genius like srsly 16 yr old me was cooking with this cliche event... also this was my first time writing for kazutora !! if i remember correctly, i didn't have him in my regular reqs but i decided to put him in the event reqs, so apologies if hes a bit ooc ... blegh anyways enjoyyyy my lovelies have a wonderful day !! xoxoxo

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 1.5k+

☆ ˎˊ˗ gn!reader implied

masterlist || 2k masterlist

you knew that you had lost when you’d woken up with a sore throat yesterday, but you didn’t think that it was going to escalate into this. you’d felt mostly fine yesterday, a bit under the weather if anything, but it hadn’t been anything that you couldn’t handle, so imagine your surprise when you woke up and felt exponentially worse. 

your vision went fuzzy every time you tried to stand up and you were sure that your night clothes were soaked through with sweat, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to come out from under the blankets, shivering despite the added layers on top of you. the only thing you had the energy for was to flip your phone open and closed, occasionally texting your friends who were telling you about their vacations. 

the air in your room was excruciatingly stuffy, but you swore you would somehow fall out of the window from dizziness if you tried to open it, so you stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling and watching your phone screen for new notifications. 

the silence of your room was disturbed by a light knocking sound; when you sat up in bed and looked to your window, you saw a familiar face wave and smile at you. you could hear his muffled voice through the window, ‘let me in!’. 

you smiled at kazutora, telling him to give you a second as you slowly got up from your bed, throwing on a t-shirt laying on the floor over your tank top. you swayed a bit as you walked over to the window, which you could see made his face twist with concern. a few moments later you opened the window, though you were struggling a bit with opening it more than a few inches. luckily for you, kazutora’s hands slipped under the window, opening it the rest of the way with ease. 

“ah, thanks…” you murmured, yawning a bit as you started to walk back to bed. behind you, you could hear kazutora coming through the window and closing it, and you heard him begin to say something, but a ringing in your ears blocked out his voice. your vision blurred a bit as you swayed once again, the dizziness starting to get to you. you could faintly feel someone grabbing your shoulders, and after a few seconds your vision began to return and the ringing in your ears slowly dissipated.

“...(y/n)?! are you alright?!” in front of you was kazutora, worry strewed over his pretty face. “are you hurt?! what happened-?!” 

“i’m fine kazu…just deathly sick…” you murmured, your eyebrows pinched together. “please stop shouting…”

“deathly sick?! do i need to take you to the hospital??” 

“i just told you to stop yelling, and no. i’ll probably be fine in a couple days, i was joking. lemme get in bed, please.” at your request, kazutora released his hands from your shoulders, though they hovered near you as you walked the last few steps to your bed, scared that you were going to get a wave of dizziness again. 

as soon as you sat down again the dizziness went away, making you feel a bit better. you watched as kazutora hovered over you; you could see the unsaid question on his face, wondering if there’s anything he can do to make you feel better. 

“you can sit down y’know, i’m not actually dying. i’m glad you’re here actually; i was getting so bored.” you groaned, patting the spot next to you for kazutora to sit down. “i’ve been sitting here staring at my phone, waiting for people to text me. how lame is that?” 

he hesitantly sat down next to you, disregarding your words as his hand went to feel your forehead. the coolness of his hand felt nice against your heated flesh, making you sigh a bit in relief. 

“you feel really warm…” he murmured, somehow managing to look even more worried. “have you taken any medicine?” 

“no…” you answered, a bit embarrassed. you’d been feeling too dizzy to go and get medicine from the store, but you supposed that you should have kept some on hand just in case. 

at your words, kazutora suddenly sprung up, mumbling something about having to make a call as he exited your room and stepped out into the hallway. he closed the door, so you could only hear him talking to someone on the phone, but nothing more than just muffled parts of it. after almost five minutes, he came back in your room, a determined look on his face. 

“i-i’ll be back!! just give me a bit, but i’ll be back!” before you could say anything else, kazutora walked across your room, opening the window and climbing out of it. 

dumbfounded, you sat in silence for a moment before flopping back, burying your face in your pillow. 

“he left the window open…” 

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

kazutora is feeling very unsure of himself right now. 

despite consulting who he thinks is an expert in these things, he isn’t sure if he’s gotten the right things, and he sure as hell has no clue whether or not it’ll actually help you. 

he’s taken it upon himself to help nurse you back to health; he hasn’t been sick a whole lot of times, but he knew that every time he was sick his mom would always make a bowl of rice porridge and would make him drink a capful of nasty medicine so that he would get better. he knows that you can take care of yourself, and he also knows how much you like being independent, but in all honesty, it gave him a big scare when he saw the state you were in earlier. paired with the fact that you live alone, he was worried that your sickness might get worse and that you wouldn’t call anybody to help you, (he knows that probably wouldn’t happen, but he can’t stop himself from thinking these things). 

and so here he was, nervously biting his nails as he walked back to your house from the convenience store, a plastic bag in his other hand containing all the essentials for taking care of sick people, (according to chifuyu). 

when he arrived at your window, he carefully climbed through, not wanting to scare you.

“(y/n), i’m back-...” kazutora immediately shut himself up when he saw that you were asleep, breathing softly and looking as peaceful as ever. he smiled a bit to himself, walking to your bedside and gingerly setting the plastic bag down beside him. 

the other hard part of this was containing his feelings. 

he had to admit to himself that he had become quite flustered when he’d seen you in just your tank top for that brief moment, glad that you hadn’t been looking his way while he got a handle on his emotions. he’d had an even harder time trying not to get flustered when you had leaned into his hand, resisting the urge to keep your hand on your forehead for longer, (he already had kept his hand there for longer than he probably should have). 

as he watched you sleep, he noticed that your face was a lot more flushed than usual and that your breathing was quite heavy, which made him frown a bit. he wishes that he could transfer your sickness to him, that he could take whatever pain and discomfort you were feeling and give it to himself. he thinks that he feels more pain now just seeing you suffering than any other time he’s felt pain before. 

kazutora is snapped out of his thoughts when your face twists in discomfort, your brows scrunching in your sleep. his hand reaches out all on its own, brushing some of your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. 

what did chifuyu say again…? 

“ah, cold packs…” he murmured to himself, digging through the bag beside him. after a few moments of searching, he found the package, ripping it open and taking a cold pack out. he peeled the sticker covering off and used his sleeve to wipe any sweat and stray hair off of your forehead, taking the sticky part and carefully pressing it to your forehead. 

he’s not sure what else he can do since you’re still sleeping; he brought food for you to eat and medicine for you to take, but he’s also heard that sleep is the best medicine when you’re sick, so he’s not entirely sure if he should wake you up. he shouldn’t, right? 

right. 

he knows it’s probably weird to watch you sleep, but he swears he’s not watching in a weird way! he’s definitely not watching because the hair splayed around your face makes you look divine, no, of course not…

before he knows it, kazutora is leaning forward and he is pressing his lips against the cold pack on your forehead, and oh my god what is he doing?! he immediately leans back, a hand to his lips as he stares at you with wide eyes. you’re not awake, right? he can’t tell if that’s a good or bad thing, because did he just take advantage of the fact that you were sleeping? 

oh god, i’m definitely a freak. 

you’re just glad that the flush from your fever covers up your flush from getting a kiss from the boy you like.

[dismas-n-dismay]

Hi! It's me again (I'm transferring to a bachelor's in biology this fall and I love the science that goes into the series so I love that you're exploring this)

Do either of them have hoarding instincts or dietary preferences or are they pretty much human in that regard?

They'd possibly be born with baby teeth, at least in Haze/Hazel's case, would that change anything? (Hazel would probably fit better because Falin is half French on her father's side from what I remember from the Adventurer's Bible and it feels even that they'd both get to name a kid but that's just my opinion)

Haru with his mouth full: Checkit!! Blegh!! Haize: Gross. Good job, Haru, you're a natural hunter!

Welcome back to part 10,000 of me talking about my silly ocs. Hi. hello. Thank you sooo much for coming back with more biology questions for these two hehehe >:]c

Diet Preferences?

These two are quite the oddballs. Haru is an insectivore by simple dragon nature while Haize is a carnivore by hers, though their elven and tallman sides balance them out to be closer to omnivores! Light dragons commonly eat bugs as they're the easiest prey to attract when ur big and flashy though this keeps them very lithe and they typically have more slender builds, though the proteins do help a lot. Conversely, red dragons being mostly carnivores results in their larger build and their obvious frequency to be the most dominant and persevering dragon species- y'know. Because they murk the other ones due to their weaker diets and builds.

Haru started to eat bugs right around the time it was warm enough for him to go outdoors without getting sick, I imagine he would've eaten a butterfly or a dragonfly much to Marcille's horror. Like that vine of the pug eating the butterfly with his owner screaming no! Backtracking a bit though to give some cool facts about baby light dragons because I decide the lore. I'm making them weird half mammal half bird-lizards because I think the variety is cool but this also means that - up until baby light dragons can open their eyes and properly attempt to hunt - they drink milk from their parents! (Whether or not this is crop milk like birds produce is entirely up to the reader's imagination, I will not judge but I will choose either one if asked)

So up until he started going outside, Haru was perfectly content just drinking milk like any other baby- Haize was not. Unlike Haru she was born with baby fangs!! Just little milk teeth to help her get a headstart for the world and such, but she grew hungrier for something more diverse than milk very quickly. Red dragons, unlike light dragons, don't do the whole milk thing so Haize was only partially satiated due to being part elf and tallman but the minute she was allowed to eat soft meats she basically refused to go back. So just imagine like a 1 year old eating various lunch meats for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Honestly it was probably for the best, Haize's fangs bit into Marcille a lot and they were worried she might grow a taste for blood if she kept accidentally nicking her mom while trying to eat. She probably would have and it would've been a really bad habit to get rid of because she hadn't developed that big girl brain to be like "Hey maybe drinking blood isn't super cool."

All in all, the Touden-Donato sibs have slightly preferenced diets! Though Haize prefers meats, nectar, and citrus fruits while Haru prefers bugs, ground vegetables, citrus fruits, and any/all milk based desserts (he just really likes them). God if these kids ever got their hands on sorbet it would be a disaster, Falin and Marcille would literally spend a week trying to explain why they cant have ice cream for every meal and have to deal with whining dragonets the whole time.

2. Hoarding Instincts

They do have hoarding instincts! Though this is one of those things that differs from dragon to dragon on how they react with it. Light dragons tend to go for the flashiest treasures to make themselves more appealing and alluring, naturally they like the attention they draw in just from an instinctual standard. They frequently discard rusted, unpolished, or just not as eyecatching treasure all the time. They really just arent particular about the whole thing unless they see you have an interest in something they were previously disinterested in- then they're smug assholes who see their treasure as still having some renewed value. So essentially Envy = Worthy to them, but they arent extremely vain creatures despite their hoarding preference and are actually particularly generous within reason. It's very common for light dragons to gift their young, mates, or siblings with treasures from their own hoards or that they've taken for themselves to gift. Typically though the gifting of treasure is to help younger dragons start their own hoard and have an idea of what to go for when out and about for themselves.

That being said, Haru is a greedly little fucker who wants every single new treasure possible, fuck you. He's very grateful for being part elf and tallman because he's aware that he can make his beautiful treasures last long if he polishes, dusts, and cleans them! So his hoard isn't too huge if only because he's good at maintaining things. Still, if he sees something he tends to want it and is often reprimanded for trying to steal shiny gems, jewels, or artifacts just because he likes them- as Haru often gets tired with his new finds extremely quickly if they begin to bore him or don't compare to his other treasures. When it comes to his hoarding he essentially has the dragon equivalent to having eyes bigger than your stomach.

Haize, however, has your more traditional dragon's hoard of miscellanous treasures, artifacts, coins from birthdays, and prized family gifts. Much of her hoard consists of trinkets Haru grew bored with but that she still saw interest in and wanted to give renewed purpose, she isn't nearly as picky but is very curious and likes to inspect an item before taking it in. She'll often let Haru have a treasure knowing that he'll get tired of it within the hour- though she has been known to assert her place as the eldest sibling if there is a gift for her she particularly wants and Haru usually shies off. Haize doesn't assert herself as the eldest often so he knows it's business if she does for things like food or treasure. Haru keeps her hoard partially in and around the her nest as well as the family nest in Falin and Marcille's room! Her nest in the guardian is where she keeps most of her baby clothes, toys, trinkets, and cloths/blankets. She just feels they're safest there and prefers to sleep near them <3.

Also, fun tid bits on how dragons train their kids to gain treasure!: Typically young dragons get the urge to grab and snatch at shiny things as soon as they're able to crawl around functionally and protect themselves- which is pretty early due to them being predators of a mythical variety- so they'll often try and steal treasure from their parent's hoard! Older dragons use this as stealth training for their young and will often guard their treasure, sitting stop or nearby and continuously removing their children until they manage to sneak by successfully to take a trinket. Typically the larger/shiner/whatever is more impressive for the type of dragon you are is what is most rewarded for by parents but they do punish thinking a bit too big. It's good to know your limits! better to have 5 gold coins than 5 gold bricks you cant carry.

so Falin was very often having to train Haru and haize to amass their own treasures which was much easier for Haize due to her slinky and stealthy body allowing for quicker and quieter movement! Haru had to learn to fight, due to his regular baby limbs and range of movement, which didnt really work because he's so itty bitty but the thought was appreciated by Falin, learning to stand your ground is good too!

[nymphacae]

An Update

It's been a minute. I'll keep this as brief as I possibly can because this is really hard to talk about, but I'll still put this under 'read more' so you're not bombarded with personal shit on the dash.

The truth is, I lost my passion for art a while ago, and I've been struggling to get it back. It's hard when I'm so viciously repulsed by my own art that I get physically ill.

I have not been doing well, for multiple reasons I won't discuss in depth, I just never wanted to be open about it because the internet isn't exactly a great place to cast your woes. But after all this radio silence and worrying about people waiting on me, I'm stuck between wanting to be private and wanting to talk about what's been going on. When the thing is I can't talk about what's going on, really. It's all just too much.

My sense of reality, for one, has been VERY wobbly and I've been struggling with hallucinations, nightmares, and a severe paranoia that makes it very hard to interact with people. I have already made multiple attempts to take my life, one of which was nearly successful and debilitating. I'll spare the grittier details, but even this feels like a grossly-underwhelming overview of everything...I wish I could put this into some pretty-looking comic, or just present this in a more aesthetically-pleasing manner that isn't an ugly wall of text. But I can't, and this is all I have.

Truthfully, I'm scared to death to be this honest. This is already excruciating to type out. This isn't to summon a pity party, it's why I've held off talking about anything for so long - it's more just an explanation on the severity of the situation, and why things have been so stagnant.

I want to create art again, I think, but I'm trapped. I have ideas, but every time I so much as look at my art or I lift up a pencil, I end up getting sick. Being online at all results in panic attacks. I wish it wasn't this way, more than anything, but I've started to accept that this is probably just what I deserve. It's hard to explain.

I don't know...I don't have solutions or promises other than I'm still alive, somehow, and I'm probably working through it. I'm just sorry about the lack of development in anything, I wanted to do so much and it kills me that I haven't.

Blegh, this ended up being long. I'll wrap it up here, no point in saying much more since this is so gloomy. But, to my mutuals that I've seemed distant with because of all this: it is absolutely not your fault and I assure you that I've missed you, I've just been awful at maintaining contact during this time. You're all so amazing and talented and deserve all the support in the world. I hope you know that.

[wheneverfeasible]

Blackmail; pt. 2

wc: 1898 || Ao3 || rating: T (for now) || story summary: Steve gets caught making out with a boy by none other than Eddie “The Freak” Munson — Eddie’s silence comes with a price.

Part 1 || Part 2

He couldn’t believe he was fucking doing this.

Steve’s fingers tapped his annoyance out on his steering wheel as he glared at the trailer door in front of his car. He had no desire to be here, no desire to think about whatever the hell Munson was going to demand of him today, or the possibility that the older boy would go back on his word and tell their homophobic town that he was a fucking poof.

He knew that he was lucky that Munson hadn’t beaten his ass when he’d found Steve and What’s-his-face sucking face among the trees, unknowingly near where the older boy did his drug deals since Tommy had always been the one doing the buying, but that didn’t mean he was any happier with what had happened.

Munson’s smirk as Steve kissed his rings had made bile burn in Steve’s gut, but what really had made Steve seconds away from swinging his own fist was when Munson patted him on the head after like a fucking dog and condescendingly called him a ‘good boy’. Steve had never hated someone as much as he hated Munson in that moment.

He couldn’t deny that Munson had him by the balls though. In a non-sexy way. Not that he’d ever want the sexy way to happen with the Freak. Blegh. Steve felt sick just thinking about it. No, Munson had him trapped, blackmailing him with his secret to be his perfect little lackey. It was going to tank whatever reputation he’d managed to hold on to after Nancy.

He didn’t really care about the King title though. Hargrove can have that if he wanted it so desperately. After everything Steve had been through, being the reigning champ of keg stands didn’t seem that important anymore, and it wasn’t like he hung out with his former friends much either. Sure, sometimes he missed Tommy and Carol, but more that he missed what they used to be, what they could have been, had Tommy not tried to be so much like his father.

So there Steve was, slutting it up to find some kind of human connection, thinking with his dick more than he did with his head. Which led him to this horrifying situation. And, of course, Munson was fucking late.

Aggravated by Munson’s inconsideration, he slammed the palm of his hand on the center of the steering wheel again and held it there for several seconds, though he didn’t let it linger as much as he would like. Munson may be a selfish jerk, but he wasn’t the only one in the trailer park and it was still morning. Luckily for everyone involved, the door to the Munson trailer finally swung open a few moments and Munson came stumbling out with an unrepentant grin on his face.

“Ah, my valiant chariot!” the older boy crooned as he popped open the door and slid inelegantly inside, all long limbs and incoordination as he threw his bag and non-lunch lunch pail behind his shoulder uncaringly in the backseat. “Let’s ride!” he crowed, drumming his hands on the dashboard after slamming the passenger door shut.

“Careful!” Steve hissed in agitation. Christ, this guy was worse than the kids. “Jesus fucking Christ, man, stop behaving like a wild animal and show some respect,” he muttered, leaning forward to check the dashboard as though Munson’s erratic behavior might have damaged it in some way.

Munson rolled his eyes, not looking contrite at all. “Don’t forget who holds your leash here, Harrington. Perhaps you should show more respect.” His smile, when Steve glanced over at him, sent a chill down the younger boy’s spine. There were moments when Munson was goofy, almost childlike, and then there were times when he looked just as dangerous as all the rumors said he was.

This time, it was definitely the latter.

Steve wasn’t planning on letting the asshole walk all over him, but he also knew that he had no defenses yet, no way to fight back. He was at Munson’s mercy, whether he liked it or not. He had to be the obedient little servant or suffer the consequences of Munson’s wrath. Fuck.

I’m not a dog, he wanted to say all the same, though he swallowed down that impulse for now as he finally started their way to school. His knuckles were white where they gripped the steering wheel, his lips twisted into an annoyed frown. It felt awkward having Munson of all people in his passenger seat. He honestly had no idea why Munson would demand a ride from him when he had his own vehicle.

Though, now that Steve thought about it, he hadn’t seen the van outside the trailer. He figured it had probably been parked elsewhere, not giving it another moment’s thought. Not when he had Munson suddenly fiddling with the radio station.

“Ugh,” Munson muttered, seemingly not finding anything of interest on the radio. “Remind me to bring one of my tapes tomorrow,” he said in a huff. Steve had no intention of doing that. Like hell was he going to willingly submit himself to that garbage. Munson let out an annoyed sigh and leaned back in the seat with his arms crossed, though his leg jiggled up and down and his fingers tapped along his biceps.

Luckily, however, Munson didn’t try to initiate any further commentary. It did leave the drive to school in an awkward silence though, since Munson had also slammed off the radio. Steve thought about turning it back on just to annoy the other boy, but honestly he’d take an awkward silence over Munson threatening him with a new humiliation or risking exposing his secret.

There was no denying the power imbalance here. Before, back when Steve had been King, it would have been the other way around. Though he hadn’t really been the aggressor in the bullying that went on during his time at Hawkins High, he hadn’t entirely been innocent either. He’d had his head too far up his own ass to care about anyone other than himself and his own circle of friends. Even by just his sophomore year, he’d held sway among the student populace. By his junior?

Honestly, Steve wished he had done more last year. He wished that he had stood up to Tommy earlier, had focused on more than just himself, and genuinely regretted his actions regarding Nancy and Jonathan, even if Jonathan’s actions still made him a little squeamish. None of that mattered now, however, because all the power he might once have had was now resting entirely in Munson’s hands.

Great.

Really though, Steve had no one to blame but himself. He really shouldn’t have been so careless as to start necking with a guy so close to school grounds. He was just thankful Munson hadn’t walked up when it became more than kissing.

After an unbearably awkward ride, which even Munson seemed to feel by the way he was fidgeting, Steve was finally pulling into the school parking lot with scant minutes to spare before the late bell rang. He hurriedly got out of the car, grabbing his own bag and ready to book it the hell out of there…except Munson was still waiting expectantly in the passenger seat.

Steve frowned heavily at the man, causing the man to smirk with crossed arms, glancing pointedly at the closed door. Muttering a litany of curses under his breath as he rolled his eyes towards the heavens, Steve stomped around to the passenger side and opened the door for his torturer. For really, what else could Munson ever be to him?

“Good boy, you’re learning,” Munson’s smarmy voice drawled as he slid out of the car more gracefully than he had slid in. “My things,” he added with a smirk, pointing to the back of the car.

“Fucking get them yourself, Munson,” Steve finally snapped, unable to hold back any longer. “I’m not your fucking dog.”

Munson’s hand shot out lightning quick, hooking a finger at the buttoned V of Steve’s polo, yanking Steve forward suddenly, causing a small gasp to leave the younger boy with widened eyes. Munson’s own dark eyes mocked him.

“Don’t forget who holds the leash here, sweetheart. I own you, or have you forgotten that?” Munson smirked again, though this time it was sharp and lethal. “Unless you’d like me to let everyone know what the former King Steve gets up to in the woods behind school?”

Steve hated Munson with every fiber of his being. He also knew that Munson had him fucking trapped. He grit his teeth, knowing he had to play it safe if he wanted to survive the rest of his time at Hawkins High. Hell, the rest of his time in Hawkins in general. The town was not forgiving of anyone or anything that went against the grain. Munson’s own reputation was evidence of that.

“No,” he forced out, voice raspy with emotion. “No I don’t want you to.”

Munson pulled back slightly, releasing Steve’s collar before shoving him back against the side of the car with a small push. “Then be a good doggy and get me my things, pet. Maybe I ought to get you a collar to better remind you.”

It would be so easy to punch Munson in his smug little face. Except Steve had never really been that good at fighting. The few times he’d tried, it was always his ass being handed back to him. He might be able to land a punch in the freak’s face, but Munson would no doubt come back twice as hard. Steve had no desire to feel what those rings might feel like busting his face open.

Drawing in a steadying breath against the side of the car, Steve shot Munson a fierce glare before turning and yanking the older boy’s bag and lunch pail out of the backseat. Munson snatched the latter out of his hands quickly, though he left the bag with Steve.

“Good boy. You can carry my things to my first class now,” he grinned. “It’s time to show Hawkins High just who your king is now, isn’t that right, puppy?”

Munson laughed, turning on his heels and striding off, leaving Steve to hurriedly lock up his car and chase after him. Steve felt his face flame with embarrassment and ire. He had to tell himself that this was only temporary. He would find a way to free himself from Munson’s hold, before graduation. He couldn’t trust the man not to spill his secrets out of spite.

So fine. He would take Munson to class. He’d sit at his freak table at lunch. He’d take Munson home. He knew that the school would be curious what sort of dirt Munson had on him, because it would be obvious he wasn’t doing this out of his own free will, but any guess of theirs would be preferable to the truth. He was just thankful Munson didn’t seem to care about the boy he caught Steve with, at least.

He could do this. He had no choice. As long as he didn’t stir the pot too much, Munson wouldn’t have reason to punish him. He wouldn’t be a fucking dog, but he’d kissed Eddie’s rings and agreed to this farce. As long as he did his part…

What could go wrong?

[skyward-floored]

True form/lh thing and true form/hw thing?? Also the castle town wedding :3

Castletown wedding has like two (?) chapters left but I keep forgetting about it so it’s like eternally unfinished 😭 i just haven’t been motivated for it blegh. I don’t really have a snippet to share for it either since I really don’t have much of it written 😅

—But anyway. True form/lu and true form/hw is basically just me having fun lol. The first half is just if true form happened and then linkeduniverse also happened, so Twilight has a baby/toddler he’s toting along for the whole trip. It’s fun. It’s self indulgent XD

True form/hw on the other hand (and I’m just gonna say SPOILERS FOR TRUE FORM/TWILIGHT TURNS IF YOU CARE TURN BACK NOW THANKS) is just what if Eveni got plopped into the war of eras and met his mom. Who he has complicated feelings about. Also three other versions of his dad. Who he has no clue where he is. Poor Eveni’s having something of a crisis.

They’re both ideas I just love to play with sometimes, and they’re so niche I doubt many people would be interested in them XD But here’s a wip from the Hyrule Warriors one since I am kinda proud of some of the writing I’ve got in it.

Eveni sniffles. “Why do you care so much anyway? You’re not my dad.”

Link hesitates, then sighs, sitting next to him on the log, but still giving him plenty of space.

“Because I know your dad would want me to sit with you,” he says simply.

“You don’t even know him, how could you know what he’d want?” Eveni asks in a thick voice.

“Because... well, I can guess. And besides, in a weird way I am him,” Link says, and Eveni groans and buries his face in his hands.

“Don’t remind me. I hate time travel.”

He’s silent for a minute, and Link waits for him continue, knowing the kid isn’t finished talking yet.

“...I wish he was here,” Eveni finally whispers, face still in his hands. “My dad. I’ve never been away from him so long, he must be worried sick... how come I ended up here and he didn’t? I can’t fight half as well as he can, I don’t have special skills like everyone else here, I’m just... weird.”

“Hey, you’re not weird,” Link interrupts, and Eveni raises his head and looks at him. “No really. Like, take Tingle for instance. Tingle is weird.”

Eveni snorts out a laugh, and Link pats him on the shoulder.

“Chin up, kid. We’ll get you home,” he says gently. “I promise.”

[ashs-random-writing]

Mushroom Circles

Chapter Nine

Ao3

—

When an accidental blood sacrifice leaves him in a strange new world, Roman has to hide

Logan would like to know what has been eating all the fruit

—

Roman glared at Janus, who was now having a laughing fit. Ugh, he felt sick after that little levitation stunt. The fact that Janus was only laughing, and showing absolutely no remorse for their actions just made Roman feel…

For lack of a better term, blegh.

He felt blegh.

It was like every negative emotion was stacked on top of each other in one horrific sandwich. He was angry, he was scared, he was upset, he was jealous that the faeries had every advantage over him, and he was so, so tired of dealing with all of this.

Was it too much to ask that he be able to go home? Was it too much of an unreasonable request that he get put in a situation where someone, anyone even, would understand him? Just someone who he could talk to?

He pushed his head into his hands and leant backwards. He was sick of this, he was so, so sick of this.

The faeries were discussing something above him. He hated how loud their voices were. He hated that he had virtually no context to help him figure out any words- he hated that he even had to.

He hated that he had to be saved from drowning in what was pretty much a puddle, he hated how much attention Logan and Patton put into making him less startled- it was embarrassing.

On the flip side, he hated how little attention Janus put into the same- it was dehumanising to be treated like a simple plaything by someone so much larger than him.

He hated how he couldn’t even say anything to them. His little outburst had been the first time he’d spoken in front of them (other than when he was drowning, but that was special circumstances), and all it did was make Janus laugh. They could understand him only as much as he could understand them- less, even.

He knew their greetings, he knew how they apologised. They didn’t know this stuff about him.

He just… he just wanted to go home. He wanted to put this whole mess out of his mind and go home. He missed his bed, he missed his house, he missed his brother. He missed a whole lot.

He looked up at the faeries. All three of them were too close to him. Patton was saying something to Janus, who actually looked somewhat apologetic, for the first time Roman had seen. Wow, never thought he’d see the day, he thought bitterly.

Where was this sympathy before the torment that they’d subjected Roman to? He watched them go back and forth in conversation for a small while, before Janus, looking as though they had a gun to their head, turned to look at him.

“I’m.. sorry,” they said, with a vaguely apologetic tone, though it was clear that their words were being forced to be spoken. It was the same words the other faeries used as an apology, so the meaning was quite clear to him.

Roman re-crossed his arms, and turned away from them. Their apology was certainly not accepted. Especially not since they clearly weren’t giving it of their own accord.

He heard the chatter start back up again. This time he had no clue what was being said, but he had simply stopped caring at this moment in time- he couldn’t bring himself to care about anything while he was still thinking about home.

He couldn’t bring himself to care, when he was still shaking from being levitated and brought across such a distance in an instant like he was one of the mere objects the faeries did the same to.

He couldn’t bring himself to care when he was in such a position.

How would he even figure out what was said, anyway? He couldn’t just magically understand languages. He sighed.

He felt a light touch on his arm, and unwillingly flinched. It was just Patton, but the physical touch was startling to say the least. God, it had been weeks since he had a human near him, he missed it-

Quickly snapping out of his thoughts, he looked up at the faerie, who was staring down at him with that pity-filled face. He looked away, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment.

He knew full well how pitiful he looked. Hell, he felt just as pitiful. Perhaps more so. Didn’t make it any less infuriating. Embarrassing. Annoying? He didn’t know.

He grumbled under his breath, and looked back up again.

He was sure that they certainly felt bad for him, but he was fairly certain that they didn’t entirely understand the length of his sorrows. How much he missed of home, how undeniably scared he felt in their mere presence, how much power they truly held over him (how much more they could if he ever gave his name).

He smiled, unsure of his exact emotions (he was still feeling blegh) but knowing it was always better to put on a confident mask than to show his weakness.

Patton’s hand was still close to him, twitching as though they wanted to grab him. He ignored that, taking a deep breath; Patton was always good at making sure he wasn’t grabbed without his consent.

That wouldn’t change (hopefully. He didn’t want to think about anything like that) but the way their hand was lingering there was making him nervous. He looked at it, and back at them a few times, feeling like he was trembling.

But he shouldn’t have been. He was just being scared for no reason at this point.

Their hand retracted with a small apology to him, and he nodded.

——

Patton had not been very pleased with his cousin after they had pulled such a stunt with Tiny. To be quite honest, he wasn’t pleased after Janus had first met Tiny, either.

The problem seemed to him that it was Janus’s lack of understanding of Tiny’s point of view, and why they were as scared as they were. Not even Patton knew everything that was going on with them, though he could piece together bits and pieces from their reactions.

They were scared. They were scared of Patton, they were scared of Logan, and they were terrified of Janus (and after their first meeting, who could blame them?).

They were small. They were afraid. They were fragile. They didn’t seem to have magic. They didn’t understand anything Patton said to them.

Patton could barely resist the urge to scoop them up into his hands and hug away their negative emotions.

Over the past few days of them living with him, he’d made progress on that front, actually. He’d been allowed to hold them in his hands a few times (only if he was able to find a way to get their consent, of course. He really, really didn’t want his guest to be uncomfortable).

They were… light. Like he was carrying barely anything at all.

Apparently, that rang true for how easy it was to levitate them as well, based on Janus’s smug grin at the way they were now sat on Patton’s kitchen counter.

Patton stared for a few moments as Tiny clearly took in their surroundings. They looked slightly paler than usual, which Patton knew tended to be a bad thing. Before he could say anything, Tiny crossed their arms and in a tone that sounded half angry, half upset they said something.

Patton hadn’t heard them speak before, except for that first time he and Logan had found them. Unfortunately for them, their moment of bravery in finally speaking (though it wouldn’t have been understood either way) was undercut by Janus beginning to laugh.

Patton couldn’t help the way anger began to rise in him- Tiny was going through a lot, why didn’t Janus see that? Why didn’t Janus understand how much he was upsetting them?

“Janus, what are you doing? Why would you do this?” He asked, as Tiny was sitting with their head in their hands (luckily not crying this time- Patton didn’t think he could handle that heartbreak again)

Janus’s laughter calmed down

“Oh, come on, I barely did anything!”

Logan was staying silent right now, but Patton could almost sense the glare that he was giving to Janus. Patton took a deep breath

“Janus. Have you ever once stopped to consider this situation from Tiny’s perspective?” He asked, though he already knew the answer

Janus, like he often did, rolled his eyes, and crossed one set of arms, the others resting on his hips

“What’s there to consider? It’s being pampered, and fed, and you two dote on it all the time. It’s got a good life here,” he said, but Patton just shook his head

“We don’t even know where they came from, Janus. But we think it must be far away; can you imagine being in their position? Somewhere unfamiliar where you’re smaller than everyone, and you can’t understand anything people around you are saying, and they can’t understand you. Just think about how frightening that would be,”

Janus was beginning to look somewhat remorseful, but Patton pressed on

“Now imagine that while you’re just starting to be less scared, a new giant starts tormenting you every chance he gets. Does that sound good to you?” He asked, crossing his own arms in return, his wings flapping once in emphasis

“Alright, alright! I’m sorry or whatever,” he said

Patton nodded his head in Tiny’s direction

“I’m not the one who you should apologise to,”

“Seriously? It won’t-”

Patton cut him off

“They,” he said pointedly

Janus sighed “Okay, they won’t understand me,”

Patton just stared at him until he turned to look at Tiny, who was staring at all of them with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Janus said reluctantly.

They all watched for Tiny’s reaction. They crossed their arms and turned away from Janus, which wasn’t that shocking all things considered

Janus happened to have a bit of a grumble about it though.

Patton gently touched their arm with his fingertip, forcing himself not to marvel at the fact that his fingertip was the size of half their arm. He felt his heart breaking ever so slightly at the way they flinched

They stared at his hand for a few moments before looking up at him. Patton felt so bad for them, his hand lingered for a few moments before he noticed how nervous it was making them

“Sorry,” he apologised quietly, bringing his hand away

They nodded, and he took in the way they were smiling. He doubted it was a real smile

—

@a-chilly-pepper @betamash @da3dm

[demoncatapologist]

9 people you want to know better tag game

Tagged by @lesbiansanemi let's gooooooo

Three ships: I have not been up to shipping anything as of late, so I don't think I can really answer this lmaooooooo But if I really have to then I am microwaving Shlong a.k.a The Shifting Mound/The Long Quiet in my brain, Saturn/Luna-Terra/Pluto the always wonderful polycule whose story changed my brain chemistry for the better, and honorary shoutout to Billford I guess

First ship: Can't remember, the earliest ship I can remember is probably Shinichi/Shiho from Detective Conan I suppose? I remember liking it as a ship before I even knew what a ship was

Last song: Steady, Steady by The Crane Wives

Last movie: Honestly can't remember the last time I watched a movie because movies in general mess with my emotional regulation to fuck and back. Probably Avengers Endgame I guess and it is like 5 years ago and all I remember was that I was on my phone like 3/4 of the time (my dad dragged us to the movie theater and I was like sure why not I like being out of the house anyways) and I still had popcorn leftover afterwards??? (gods now I want sweet popcorn)

Currently watching: I have not been watching anything either other than YouTubers' stuff, again, movies in general mess with my emotional regulation so I prefer to stick to reading (whether it is manga or books)

Currently reading: Lehninger Principles of Biochemistry 8th edition (International Edition) Since I just finished Piranesi, I guess this award goes to Miss Smilla's Feeling for Snow, which I am still less than halfway through? It is a nice book so far, you might want to read it a bit critically though. I am absolutely not in any position to speak about many of the topics in this book, so if any Greenlandic Inuk person somehow end up in my corner of the Internet, please give me some thoughts on this if you are comfortable with it.

Currently eating: Water lmaoooooooo, but I just finished some fried rice with ketchup and chicken tendies and it was blegh (in my defense neither the fried rice nor the tendies was of my own cooking)

Currently craving: Give me some Vietnamese food right now or I will end up on the news (Preferrably phở because I am sick af rn or the rice paper mix)

Tag time: @sprooknooky @treffyfrinn @thoughtless-gay-frog @qualityrain @cheesydelphox @pancake-man if y'all want to, no pressure <3

[msith]

Hi!! Could you do Knight Tsukasa saving Princess Reader from danger <3

The bright star in knight's armor

A/n: AAHH!! Thanks anon for requesting!! I hope this fanfic serves you well my lady!!♡(also reader is not captured but more like.. gave away themselves to the monster to save their father!! I hope you're okay with that anon!♡)

The kingdom was looking well.. nothing's wrong... For a second thought it was looking too well... Maybe some sort of danger is coming this way.. it's just taking it's time.. hm..

As you walked around the castle you noticed the knights training.. you took a peeked at them and you saw a handsome blonde knight.. elegant and fastly swaying his sword.. you were so impressed by a knight..

As you peeked for a hour or so.. the knight finally noticed you! You blushed from embarrassment and slowly backed away hoping that the knight shrugged you.

The kingdom has not been looking so good.. the farms are empty the children's.. everything is falling apart is this the end of the kingdom?.. can't be!! You need to help your people.. but.. you can't.. such a dilemma to you!!

As you watched everything falling downhill you heard someone called out your name.. you walked to the person calling out your name and it was that blonde knight again?.. "is there something you need knight?" "Yes my lady! I have come to inform you that your father is captured! And we need your help to get your father back!" He yelled with worry in his voice

...you agreed to get your father back but it cost a price to get him back..you have to be with the monster for.. 1 year?! You.. reluctantly have to say yes.. why?.. it's for your father after all . You're not the heir of the throne..

.. 1 month in you felt sick for saying yes to the monster.. blegh this place is so much worse than being in the mountains.. eh? What's that sound? Are those.. rocks rumbling?! Oh no! What are you gonna do?!

Turns out.. it was just the blond knight?! "Eh?! Knight? What are you doing here?!" "I have come to rescue you princess!" He yelled like normal you quickly sushed him since the monster is not asleep.. you asked him why did you want to rescue you.. he just smiled?

"m'lady! Please take your hand in mine and follow me!" He grinned stubbornly you eagerly obliged since you don't wanna be in this place again!!

As you walked inside the kingdom again..you felt so good here.. erm.. you quickly took his hand to the training grounds ".. ermm.. t-tsukasa?.. thanks for saving me!.." you smiled he grinned wider "im just doing my job m'lady! No need to thank me" you giggled "still you almost risked your life for me.. you're a true knight.." you kissed his cheek softly he immediately blushed furiously.. you heard your parents calling your name.. "see you later tsukasa!!" You grinned

[fortheb0ys]

Becoming awfully sick of the cod fandom 😭 what the fuck, that's so gross??? I hope at the very least it had warnings, but that's so nasty, BLEGH

Literally open Tumblr and every few days I see @/rampurrsszn calling someone out for being massively racist and it's so annoying

Justice for every single COD character, the pandemic has ruined fandom spaces because Im sure half of these people were not super active in fandoms before this

-🥭

The cod fandom's got me questioning why hasn't humanity been wiped out yet. The author I was talking about is FUCKING 18!! Like bro, I'm lost for fucking words. It just makes my skin crawl.

Than they're like 'It's not between adult and minors.' OK DOESN'T MAKE IT ANY BETTER!

I've seen someone say that the poc cod characters were forced diversity. LIKE WHAT?!!? THE HELL ARE YOU SMOKING?!? JUST SAY YOU'RE RACIST!

I really agree on the last part. Fandoms really went off the deep end. Like imagine their grandkids (hopefully these ppl are never near kids) learning about the pandemic, asking what they did for fun like how would they respond?!? 'I wrote rape fics and hated on poc characters.'

[warmcoals]

so. teppu. probably the best sports girl thing ever with the least polish ever, technically finished but certainly doesnt feel that way. the plot is so shockingly twisted and spiteful and selfish and traumatized and it works perfectly. the main character is a freak but the depths of her pain that make her this fucked up serious sadomasochist girl are all haunting: broken heart, loneliness, abuse, autism probably, it's all there in the flashbacks. and such short flashbacks, for her and all the characters; every last side character has a fascinating depth and backstory that is just barely revealed in a 5 panel glimpse while yr left to fill in the blanks of their psyche from their current actions and the fights.

AND THE FIGHTS!

i literally thought "this is the dark souls of sports manga" bc four out of five chapters are strictly combat mixed w insane inner monologue. the exact opposite problem of any sport or shonen youve ever read, we barely get two peeks at training before it's immediate time skip to Big Tourney Round 1. even the school scenes end in brawls, verbal or physical or both. the art is stunning, composition anatomy faces all of it, and the characterization thru the progression of the fight itself is so rich and juicy you arent left wanting for a different pace. even the side characters are fascinating and cool.

the characters! every different age and size and build of girl n woman possible in mma. super cool design super varied and unusual archetypes. theres a catgirl office lady named cameron diaz. amazing. plus the main character and her two primary rivals, basically her messy ex and her clueless crush, are all just so varied and multifaceted and cool. nobody is the weakest link.

rly the only problem is how sudden it ends. in the first third the mangaka sets up a whole Trigger-style power rank progression that u can see escalating over like 50-70 chapters: school rival, real rival, the adult plot, real rivals's rival, etc. it demands time for wins and losses and rematches and growth...that it doesnt get. suddenly the rivals have fought and it's Immediately over. so much left unexplored unexplained untouched. there are notes from the author throughout (even the shit scanlation doesnt miss em) that indicate a struggle to write n draw n complete this series, so im super glad it was Seen Thru, and even Great and Satisfying. it just coulda been so much more. and also as a downside, there's a shitawful older brother central to the plot. blegh. silver lining is the ending isnt a total bummer at least.

overall teppu is a sick story about being fueled by spite and hate and wanting one thing so bad you lose sight of everything else, and then regardless of the result, you wind up a better person in the end for all the effort. extremely recommend.

[potatothatcanwrite]

~Arrows and Dragonhide~

Kili Durin x {DragonShifter} FemOC Part 2/?

A/N- blegh, im stuck in bed being sick so im writing this and listening to Offspring

Word Count- 1.6k

Summary- The journey to reclaim Erebor has begun, and with it comes the dangers of Middle-Earth.

Warnings- Canon typical violence, talk of death and torture, will be 18+ in future chapters

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Gandalf stands in the foyer of Bilbo Baggins hobbit hole, pipe brought up to his mouth and faint smirk on his lips. Eyja has seen that look on the bearded man before and it ended with her having to fight off a group of trolls. "What meddlesome plan is on your mind now wizard?" Her tone is jesting but her expression remains quite serious. "Are you scheming on how to get me fighting another band of beasts?"

The grey wizard laughs quietly so as not to wake the few dwarves sleeping nearby, "Young shifter I promise you that instance was truly accidental." His face breaks into a grin at Eyja's raised eyebrow and skeptical expression. "I was merely pondering the path we shall take tomorrow."

"'Young shifter', you do remember that I have been around longer than you have right?" Gandalf nods, smile soft on his face.

"It was merely a tease, I am fully aware of your age Eyja. Now if you'll excuse me I do wish to get some sleep, there is a long journey ahead of us." The cloaked man then walks past Eyja, soft footfalls fading down the dark hallway. Spinning on her heel, Eyja trods towards the living room. Finding an empty corner, she lowers herself smoothly to the floor leaning back against the wall and letting her travel weary eyes drift closed.

As the sun begins to peak over the emerald hills of the Shire, Eyja finds herself being roused from her slumber by a gentle hand pushing on her shoulder. Her golden dragon-like eyes are met with the sight of Kili kneeling beside her.

"Wake up, we're going to be leaving shortly." His voice is quiet so as not to disturb the other bustling around you. Nodding slightly, she brings her hands to her knees and begins to rise eyes turning to the window, seeing birds flit past in their early morning travels.

"Good morning Master dwarf did you sleep well?" Her voice is rough with sleep and her eyes half open as she gathers her set aside bag and blades. Tucking her slender sword into her back sheath and her smaller blades into their various places, she lets her gaze drift back to Kili's face.

He lets out a small chuckle, "Whatever happened to just calling me Kili, Eyja? And yes my rest was quite nice." Eyja swings her bag onto her back and starts towards the entryway of the large hobbit hole.

"My most sincere apologies Kili."

"I will find it in myself to forgive you." They both laugh quietly as they swing open the door and step out into the slightly chilled morning air. The large green door creaks slightly as it closes behind the pair, Eyja brings her arms over her head in a deep stretch hearing her back pop. Kili steps up next to his dark brown pony, tying his pack to the back of his saddle, running a hand down the ponies neck.

Mr. Baggins' door opens one more, the rest of the company pouring out and walking to their respective ponies, Gandalf stepping up the the shifter and dwarf.

"Eyja, Kili, good morning, I trust both of you are ready for our journey ahead?" as the two nod he turns to the tall skin changer, "Will you need a horse or will you be walking for our travels?"

"I will be walking, I figured I would be able to keep up relatively easily."

Kili turns to her, "Are you sure? You could ride with me if you want to."

Eyja waves her hand dismissing his offer, "It is truly no problem Kili, I am perfectly capable of keeping up with the company."

"Alright, but the you should at least let me carry your bag for you." Kili holds out his hand for Eyja's bag, she sighs heavily feeling the dwarf wont let her win this. She swings the bag off her shoulder handing it to his outstretched arm. As he ties her bag down atop of his, the dwarrow surrounding them begin to mount their steeds. Gandalf begins to steer his horse down the rolling hills of the small hobbit town, the long line of ponies following closely, Eyja walking between Kili and Fili's mounts. They are only travelling for half an hour before the sound of footsteps racing towards them stops the shifter in her tracks, head turning quickly and hand darts to her dagger.

"Eyja? what is it?" Kili's voice is tense with worry as he swings his pony around.

"Some ones coming." Her voice is low and flat. The rest of the company now stands still, hands laying on their weapons.

"Wait!" The voice from the trees is familiar and causes Eyja's tense stance to relax, "Wait for me, I signed it!" Bilbo Baggins bursts into the small clearing the long paper contract trailing behind him as he run towards the company. He approaches Balin on his white pony, holding out the paper to him, as Balin reviews everything to make sure everything's in order, Kili turns to his brother.

"I told you he would show up, hand over your coin brother." Fili rolls his eyes before tossing his coin pouch over to his brunette sibling. Eyja giggles at their interaction and grins as they lift the hobbit onto a pony ahead of them.

"How are you feeling, are you getting tired?" Kili turns sideways in his saddle to speak to the woman walking swiftly next to him.

Eyja smiles, "I'll be fine Kili this is not my first time walking alongside horses, and I doubt it will be my last." The dwarf nods still feeling uneasy over the skin changer walking when the pony was more than capable to carry them both.

"Alright, but do tell me if you want a break."

The company of Thorin Oakenshield travel through the forest for most of the day till the sun begins to get low in the sky, Thorin orders the dwarrow to tie up their horses and get a fire going. Kili and Fili sit against the cliff wall as the other dwarfs lay around them, some of them sleeping and other doing their own things. Eyja sits by the fire, sharpening her blades under the warm light, large pointed ears perking up every time Bilbo tosses and turns on his bedroll. She watches as he gets up with a mighty sigh, wandering over to his pony slyly pulling out an apple and quietly feeding it to his steed, the skin changer smiles as he shushes the pony, but the smile immediately drops as shrieks come from the forest beneath them.

"What was that?" Bilbo's voice is panicked his eyes wide.

"Orcs." Kili's voice is hushed and his eyes wander over their camp, catching briefly on Eyja's stiff figure. Thorin jerks awake as Bilbo repeats Kili's answer, his blue eyes scanning the forest in a mirror of the shifters golden gaze.

"Throat cutters," Fili gestures with his pipe, "there will be dozens of them out there. The lowlands are crawling with them." Gandalf turns his head catching Eyja's unamused expression.

"They strike in the wee small hours when everyone's asleep. quick and quiet, no screams just lots of blood." Kili's addition to his brother statement has Eyja standing up from her place by the fire. him and his brother snickering slightly, not noticing Eyja approaching on silent feet.

When she speaks her voice is low, anger clipping her words, "You think that's funny, you think a night raid by orcs is joke?"

Kili averts his gaze as she stares at them her yellow eyes shinning eerily in the firelight, "We didn't mean anything by it."

"No you didn't, you know nothing of the world." Thorin's voice interrupts, his own tone harsh. Balin approaches the small gathering and leans on the cliff face.

"Don't mind him laddie, Thorin has more cause than most to hate orcs." As he launches into the tale of Thror's death and Azog's defeat, Kili notices Eyja rubbing at her arms, as if trying to shake of hands that aren't there.

"And the pale orc, what happened to him?" Bilbo's voice is quiet and unsure as he turns to face the eldest of the dwarves. But Thorin speaks before Balin is able.

"He slunk back into the hole from wenst he came, that filth died of his wounds long ago." The look shared between Gandalf and Balin does not go unnoticed by Eyja and she bristles at the thought of Azog still roaming the continent.

The shifter settles back down beside the two dwarven princes, and Fili moves to speak but she stops him with a finger. "I know you two meant only to joke, but as your uncle stated, orcs are nothing to jest about for they have committed such atrocities that it haunts many of this company." Her tone is stern but light and she resumes sharpening her weapon beside the dark haired dwarf, her posture finally relaxing from its stiff position. Both Kili and Fili nod, and the former of the two knowing she is one of the few in the company who's is haunted by the actions of orcs. As the hours of the night stretch on Eyja finds herself leaning on Kili's shoulder as her mind tires, and her eyes begin to close.

She feels a blanket being draped over her body, and she drifts into unconsciousness, the heat from the fire creating a soothing warmth and dim light.

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Any Day Now: Chapter 5

Word Count: 2,509

Writers Note: I lost steam on the Tupelo fic, but this one is coming out better!

Warning: Language, death

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

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Las Vegas 1970

"Don't see why you're sorry, sugar. You didn't lose the greatest Blues singer as a daddy," She giggled a little as she began to cry, 

"Want me to leave the bottle?"

"Please..." Cecelia said. The more she drank the whiskey, the better she felt. She was giggling and flirty and forgetting her troubles, but deep down in her drunken state, she was still sad, angry even at herself. She started with half of the bottle, slurring her words, and her accent was thick, "Y-You, You know whaddya thank of Elvis?" Cecelia asked, "I Thanl he's a swell fella, and-and I-I-I says to him I love you Mr. Presly!" Her hand swaggering on as she talked, the patrons at the bar nodded along, lucky enough to be in her presence. After a minute, Cecelia was down to the bottom of the bottle. She was falling out of chairs and stumbling falling out of fe m "Ya knowww my daddy dieeeed, that's right he did, a-a-an I wasn't there 'hen 'e died," She laughed, "Some 'aughter I am 'ight?" she could feel her heart beating 

fast and the room spinning. Her breathing was getting faster, and she felt lethargic. "A.. An... Anor... Bott.." Cecelia dropped to the floor, bottle in her hand. That was all she could remember. Elvis was pacing in the hotel room. No one had seen her since she walked out, and she could have been anywhere, but he didn't want to think the worst. He then remembered that Cecelia told him back in the 60s. She was battling depression and thoughts, and now he was terrified.

 "I couldn't find her son." Vernon groaned,

"Shit..." Elvis began to shake. His anxiety was kicking in, and it had been an hour now.

"Where the hell is she!" Denise sighed, 

KNOCK

              KNOCK

KNOCK

Vernon opened the door as Jerry stood there. He was silent til Elvis pushed past his dad. Jerry held Cecelia as he looked at Elvis, "Keep an eye on her. She's had a lot." Placing her on the bathroom floor for when she woke up, "Jerry, where was she." 

"At the bar where she."

BLAGH!" 

"Drank an entire bottle of whiskey," Jerry said. Elvis ran to the bathroom as he heard her throwing up her guts. Cecelia was clinging to the toilet as Elvis was holding her hair back, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." she kept saying in between her throwing up, "Shush, it's okay, I'm here," 

"I don't ever want to ACK! Drink again," Cecelia shuttered. She felt sick to her stomach, and the room was spinning. She couldn't get up much, and she felt ashamed and weak.

"Need me to get Doctor Nick?" Vernon asked, 

"No, she just needs a cold rag and rest," Jerry said as Denise stood there with gritted teeth. Elvis had undressed her and put on her pajamas. 

"Elvis..." Her eyes were closed,

"Let's get you to bed," 

The morning after, Cecelia felt her head pounding as she was in the bathroom again. She almost felt pregnant, but worse, 

BLEGH!

"Honey, are you okay?" Elvis asked,

"I feel like shit... What happened?"

"Well, you got drunk last night." Elvis mentioned as Cecelia looked horrified, "I don't... I didn't..." Elvis kissed her hand, "I didn't sleep much. You were talkin in your sleep about your daddy," When he mentioned him, Elvis could see the tears in her eyes. 

"Come here, come here." He wrapped his arms around her as she took his morning scent, "Is he really gone..." Cecelia asked, 

"I'm afraid so," Elvis said as she curled into him. He remembered how he was when Gladys passed. Elvis wouldn't eat. Talk, he'd cry, and Cecelia was there for him the entire time, holding his hand and letting him cry in her chest. Now it was his turn, "I don't think I can go to his funeral. I-"

"How dare you be so irresponsible," Denise said, walking into the hotel room. Cecelia looked at Denise. It was as if she were a little girl again, "Mommy..." she reached out as Denise turned her back to her, 

"Look at you drunk like your..."

"Denise, don't you dare..." Elvis glanced at her,

"Father, you'll kill yourself just like him!" Denise said. Elvis wasn't happy when she said that. He knew Denise was grieving her husband, but this wasn't the right way to go about it. 

"Already sing blues just like him!"

"HEY! Cecelia is havin a hard time too. Give her a little slack instead of being on her ass so much!" Elvis said,

"She's gotta be strong, Elvis. Her mistakes can cost our label..." 

"She's human, she'll make mistakes," Elvis sighed,

"STOP TALKIN ABOUT ME LIKE I'M NOT HERE!" Cecelia sobbed as he hugged her tightly, 

"CECELIA!"

"NO, Mama, you can sit on your high horse, or you can feel for at least one damn minute, but you will not tell me how to feel!" Cecelia cried, 

"Don't you talk to me like that!" Denise grabbed her face. She looked into her daughter's eyes as she saw Alfonso in them. Denise laughed, "If you'll excuse me a bit..." 

Denise walked out as she cried. Midge saw her, 

"Finally grieving Mrs. D,"

"I lost my husband, my best friend, my manager, my business partner." Denise cried, "Almost lost my daughter."

"What did Cece do..."

"Nearly drink herself to death..."

Valmos Manor Nashville 1970

"Come here, babies," Ruby said as she held onto the twins. They were still traumatized a little from the hospital, but with Eleanor and Ruby, they'd be okay, "I don't know what I'd do if I lost my mama or papa." Elaine sniffled. Eleanor had Elaine on her lap as she smiled, "Well, don't think about it too much. Think about..." Ruby looked at Jessie as he was playing with,

 "Oh my God, Denise still kept that Elvis doll." Ruby laughed as Eleanor laughed, 

"A what?" Jessie looked up as Elaine went to hold it, 

"So, back before you two were born and your mama and daddy were sneakin around dating, I bought your mama this doll in 1957." 

"It was the ugliest thing I've ever seen." Eleanor smiled as Jessie and Elaine laughed, "But Ruby thought it would bring comfort."

"Did it?" Elaine asked,

"Your mama loved that ugly ole thang." Eleanor chuckled,

"I think it's handsome." Elaine hugged it tight. "I wish they were back. I miss them." Jessie said as Elaine nodded in agreement. Jessie then walked to the fireplace as he saw a picture. It was in black and white, and it was Cecelia and Elvis at the Lousiana Hayride in 1955. 

"Papa looks funny!"

"I think he looked handsome," Ruby smiled,

"Let me see!" Elaine smiled, looking, "They look like they had a crush on each other," 

"They might have, but I tell you, I liked that look better than the sideburns," Eleanor mumbled,

"What about my sideburns?" Elaine and Jessie froze, running to the door and hugging their daddy as he kissed their foreheads, "See, you found that ugly behind doll." He joked, 

"Elaine loves it," Ruby laughed,

"Just like her mama,"

Cecelia walked in as the kids ran and hugged her. There was an odd shift of wind in the house. Cecelia couldn't look at the pictures or awards. 

 "Mama!!!!"

"My babies," She hugged them both. "Laine, J, are you two okay?" She asked as they nodded, 

"Grandpa's not coming back, is he..." Jessie asked,

"I don't think so..." Cecelia tried to hold it together,

"Okay, Ruby, Eleanor, we need to view the body..." Denise said, "And then I need to figure out who's taking over his half of Paradise and his funeral plot in North Carolina." Denise smiled, Midge, Elvis, and Cecelia looked at each other, 

"Well, don't stand there! Let's go!

"Cecelia..." Ruby said, 

"I'll stay with the kids," Cecelia smiled, "Maybe stop by the studio."

"I'll stay with you." Elvis smiled, taking her hand and kissing it. As everyone left, Cecelia stood on the steps thinking of memories, but one stood out the most.

1957

Cecelia put on her red heels and went downstairs. "Mornin Daddy," she kissed his cheek, "Morning, Mother," she hugged her as Denise looked at her, 

"That dress and the red lipstick..."

"I can take it off if you'd like ..."

"No, keep it. If you want to look like a woman of the night." 

"I was going based on my album for the interview," she mumbled, putting the plate of food on the table, 

"Where did Mr. and Mrs. Presley go?"

"They went to the store. They'll be back." Alfonso said as he looked at Denise, smiling at her, 

"Speaking of Presley's your uh friend Elvis, how's he doing?"

"He's still asleep. He doesn't get much of it with Tom Parker around." she smiled.

"I see, but damn can he eat!" Alfonso responded, laughing a bit.

Soon after, all the camera crew had set up shop in their living room. Cecelia was sitting next to the tree as her parents were on the couch, snuggled nice and cozy, and talking about their cover of Baby It's Cold Outside. 

"We've been married for so long. That the chemistry is still there." Denise smiled. Cecelia couldn't tell if it was genuine or not.

"Is it true you two are separated?"

"Separated from this ol girl, never!" Alfonso smiled as he kissed Denise's hand, and she slowly glared at him. Cecelia sighed, hoping maybe someone would acknowledge her existence.

"Cecelia, tell us about your Christmas album! Not only do you have Little Richard. And a duet with BB King, but Elvis Presley! On Jingle Bell Rock, how did you manage that?

"Well, you know Aaron Pres and I. We go way back to the Hayride days. We got noticed at the same time. We're great friends really and...." The stairs creaked as the attention turned to Elvis, who was rubbing his eyes still from sleep as he was halfway dressed, 

"Hey Nel, is breakfast ready..." he paused as he slowly went back upstairs, Cecelia chuckling as her parents were fuming in anger, 

"Like I said, we go way back."

1970

"Is Mama okay?" Jessie asked as Elvis nodded, "She's thinking about something." He smiled, ruffling up his hair, "Like what?"

"Memories." He smiled, " A lot of memories happened in this house," Cecelia grinned as she stepped on the creaking step. Elvis shuddered as he remembered the many times he'd stepped on it. "EL! MY ROOM IS STILL THE SAME!" She giggled. He ushered the kids upstairs. As they went inside her bedroom, "It's so pink..." Jessie laughed as Elaine flopped on the bed, "Who's that?" Elaine pointed to a poster, "Uncle Dean and Uncle Frank." Cecelia had smiled as Elvis playfully rolled his eyes at how she swooned out their names, 

"And who's that with all the lipstick on him," Jessie asked as Cecelia turned red, 

"That's uh..." 

"That's Daddy!" Elaine smiled, "But why kiss that when you had the real thing?"

"Well... You'll understand when you're older." Cecelia smiled, 

"You too, Jessie," Elvis said. The two then laughed and scrambled off as Elvis closed the door. He leaned against it as Cecelia smiled, "I feel like I'm twenty again." sitting on her bed, "Why twenty?" Elvis asked out of curiosity, and then it hit him, "Oh, twenty..." he smirked as she blushed harder, "Finally understood what you meant about good rockin'." She smirked, 

"Now we can't stop rocking," He walked to her, kissed her, and pulled her close,

"CECELIA, ELVIS, KIDS, WE'RE BACK!" Midge shouted as they ran downstairs. Denise glanced at Cecelia and Elvis as she sniffed her daughter, 

"You smell like Elvis..."

"Thank you," Cecelia blushed,

"Wasn't a compliment." 

North Carolina 1970

"El, thank you for being here," Cecelia sighed. They were at the repass of Alfonso. Her family was there, his friends, and of course Elvis, "Baby, this is just as much my family too." he kissed her hand as she smiled. Walking by was Irene, the cousin Cecelia loathed, "Sorry for your loss," her nose in the air as Cecelia wanted to chop her in half, 

"See, you bought Elvis." she laughed,

"That's what you do when you're married to the man who's the father of your kids, Irene." Elvis glanced at her as she walked away. Cecelia chuckled. The twins were playing with their cousins and walking up toward Elvis, 

"BB," Both Cecelia and Elvis said, smiling a little,

"If it and Mr. and Mrs. EP," He hugged them both, "Sorry 'bout ya pops." He hugged her, 

"Thank you. I know he would've loved to have seen you again." She smiled, "He will. Someday honey, say you make this sweet potato pie."

"I made 99% of that plate. My mama was too distraught to cook." Cecelia laughed as Elvis was eating, too, 

"EP, you better cherish this woman. They ain't makin 'em like her." 

"Believe me, I know," He kissed her forehead. Denise watched in the corner as she smiled. This was family to her, supportive even on the bad times like this,

 "AYE Cousin Crudup made it!"Cecelia gasped, running to him. Arthur Crudup and Alfonso were best friends. He was like a big brother to her daddy. And to Elvis, a big inspiration, 

"Cece, you didn't tell me you were related to Big Boy Crudup..." 

"He's like an Uncle to me." She smiled, 

"Mr. Presley,"

"Sir." He shook his hand, "I'm a huge fan..."

"I know, little bit here told me, all them years ago." He smiled. As he sat down, "You know I ain't never seen my song get dat big til you did it." He laughed, "Course me an Alfonso wrote it half drunk," he then hugged Cecelia as she hugged him back,

 "Be strong," 

A few hours later, everyone was singing. Denise, Eleanor, and Ruby were by the piano singing gospel songs. And then Elvis joined in. Cecelia had come with her daddy's guitar, and she strummed it as she shed a small tear. 

"In honor of my daddy." Cecelia smiled as she began to sing That's Alright. Elvis looked over at her as Denise laughed, a few through tears. Cecelia was so much of her and her father, so in a way, his legacy never died.

"This song here is one that I cherish. I remember being eleven and hearing it, knowing my daddy had something to do with it, que 1954, and I'm listenin to some guy sing it," Cecelia laughed, looking at Elvis, "Y'all know him as Elvis. I know him as my best friend and my husband and the guy who eats my fries." She laughed. Elvis kissed her cheeks.

As everyone left, Cecelia, Elvis, and the kids were packed into the car as they drove to where they'd be staying for the night. It was a white house with a porch swing on a big piece of land, a bit bigger than Elvis's house in Tupelo, "What's this place, mama?" Jessie asked as Cecelia got out of the car and cried, 

"Home..."