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[duskerot]

i just put together my year in review art summary for the year and its interesting because compared to last year i think my technical skills improved but it feels a little bittersweet overall because as soon as i got my job all of that ambition just vanished LOL

[misanahrs]

all this just to be with you — minatozaki sana

now playing: good news - bakar.

synopsis - sana is running late to practice and crashes into the back of your car. as soon as she steps out and sees you—an effortlessly gorgeous doctor—she forgets all about the accident and immediately tries to flirt her way into your heart.

pairing - minatozaki sana x fem reader.

step one: crash landing on your car.

it was just supposed to be another normal, busy morning.

you were driving to work, sipping the last of your coffee as you hummed along to the radio, already mentally preparing yourself for the long shift ahead at the hospital. everything was perfectly fine—until it wasn’t.

out of nowhere, a loud thud jolted your entire car forward. your coffee cup went flying, landing unceremoniously on your lap, and you slammed the brakes with a sharp inhale.

your heart pounded as you registered what had just happened. someone had crashed into you.

sighing, you put your car in park, unbuckled your seatbelt, and stepped out. the moment you turned around, ready to assess the damage, you came face-to-face with a woman stepping out of the offending car—a woman who, to your annoyance, was ridiculously pretty.

she was looking at you with wide, guilty eyes, her hands nervously gripping the straps of her designer handbag.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry!” she blurted out, bowing slightly. “i was running late and—okay, i wasn’t paying attention, but in my defence, the traffic light was so slow, and i got distracted because—well, you know, life!”

you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow at her. “so, you rear-ended me because you were in a rush?”

“yes,” she admitted, nodding quickly. then, after a brief pause, she tilted her head and gave you an almost too-sweet smile. “but, in my defence, i think meeting you might be the best thing to happen to me today.”

you blinked. “excuse me?”

“you’re… stunning.” she continued, looking you up and down like she’d just discovered a rare work of art.

you were momentarily stunned into silence. did this woman just crash into your car and then immediately start flirting with you?

she took your silence as an opportunity to step closer, eyes sparkling. “since i ruined your morning, maybe i can make it up to you? coffee? lunch? dinner? a weekend getaway?” she clasped her hands together dramatically. “please, let me be your compensation.”

you let out a sharp laugh despite yourself, shaking your head. “right. first things first, we need to exchange insurance details, not flirt.”

“why not both?” she quipped, grinning.

“because i don’t date reckless drivers,” you shot back, though the corners of your lips twitched upwards slightly.

touché.

she gasped, placing a hand over her heart. “ouch. but i’m normally a great driver, i swear! today was just an off day. and i promise i’d be very careful with your heart if you gave me a chance.”

you sighed, running a hand through your hair before pulling out your phone. “name?”

“sana,” she answered immediately. “minatozaki sana. but you can just call me yours.”

you groaned. “please just give me your actual details before i report you for flirting-related offences.”

“i think the real crime is how breathtaking you are,” she shot back without missing a beat.

you stared at her. she stared back, completely unashamed.

this was going to be a long morning.

⸻

step two: sana does not give up.

a few days passed, and you thought that would be the end of your interaction with sana. but then, out of nowhere, you got a text.

unknown number: hi breathtaking, hope you’re having a lovely day. just wondering, have you forgiven me for the minor car-related inconvenience yet?

you blinked at your phone. minor car-related inconvenience? she really had a way with words.

you sighed and typed back.

you: sana, how did you even get my number?

sana: for a surgeon, you have a very bad memory. you wrote it down when we exchanged details, remember? :)

you: that was for insurance purposes

sana: exactly. my heart was insured the moment i met you.

you: sana.

you could practically hear her giggling through the screen.

sana: okay okay, i’ll behave… unless you want me to continue?

you: goodbye, sana.

sana: goodbye for now ;)

you sighed, shaking your head. she was relentless.

but, annoyingly, you found yourself smiling just a little.

⸻

step three: sana is everywhere.

as if crashing into your car and flirting via text weren’t enough, sana somehow started appearing in your life everywhere.

you ran into her at the café near your hospital.

“fancy seeing you here,” she said with a bright grin. “or is this fate?”

“it’s just a café, sana,” you deadpanned, stirring your coffee.

“yes, but you’re here, which makes it special.”

you ran into her at the supermarket.

“buying groceries? how domestic of us,” she teased, peering into your basket. “should i pick up some wine for our imaginary date later?”

“should i pick up a restraining order?” you countered.

“harsh,” she pouted. “but i like my women feisty.”

and, somehow, you even ran into her at the florist.

“let me guess,” you said dryly, watching her browse the roses. “you’re here to buy flowers for yourself because no one else will deal with you?”

“wrong,” she smirked, plucking a bouquet of soft pink peonies from the shelf. “i’m here to buy these for you.”

you blinked as she handed them to you with an almost shy smile.

“i know i joke around a lot,” she said, rubbing the back of her neck, “but i really do think you’re special. and i’d love to take you out properly—no car crashes involved this time.”

for once, she wasn’t being over-the-top. she was just looking at you with a slight pink hue to her cheeks, soft and sincere.

and, against all logic, your heart skipped a beat.

you sighed, shaking your head. “fine. one date. but if you crash into anything else before then, i’m cancelling.”

she gasped dramatically. “i swear on my love for you, i will drive like an angel.”

“we’ll see,” you muttered, rolling your eyes—but you couldn’t stop the small smile forming on your lips.

⸻

step four: sana wins your heart.

one date turned into two. two turned into three. before you knew it, you were falling—hard and fast.

sana was everything you didn’t expect. she was playful and flirty, yes, but she was also incredibly sweet. she memorised how you liked your coffee, texted you to make sure you were eating properly during your shifts, and sent you videos of cute animals whenever you were feeling stressed. sana felt like good news. being with sana felt like good news.

one evening, after a long day at the hospital, you came home to find her waiting outside your apartment, holding a takeaway bag.

“i figured you’d be too tired to cook,” she said, smiling a shy smile softly. “so i brought your favourite.”

you stared at her, warmth spreading through your chest.

“what’s wrong?” she asked, tilting her head.

instead of answering, you stepped forward and kissed her.

she let out a small, surprised noise before melting into you, her arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you impossible closer. when you finally pulled away, she blinked at you, dazed.

“does this mean i’m officially your girlfriend now?” she asked, eyes shining.

you huffed a small laugh. “yeah, sana. i think it does.”

her face lit up, and she pulled you into a tight hug.

“worth every traffic violation,” she whispered and you could just hear that sly grin in her voice.

you groaned. “please don’t remind me.”

she just giggled, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

and just like that, the girl who had crashed into your car had somehow crashed straight into your heart and made herself at home.

⸻

step five: unbearable.

you were utterly exhausted by the time you stepped through the door of your shared flat, your body aching from the long hours spent in surgery. being a surgical oncologist was rewarding, very rewarding, but some days felt heavier than others, and today was one of them. you barely had the energy to take off your coat when you felt a familiar warmth wrap around you from behind, sana’s arms slipping around your waist as she pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder.

“you’re home,” she murmured softly, swaying you both slightly as if trying to melt away the weight of your day. her voice was gentle, filled with the kind of love that made your chest ache in the best way. you sighed, leaning into her touch, letting yourself be held. she didn’t rush you to talk, didn’t ask for details you weren’t ready to share—she simply knew.

after a few moments, she took your hand and led you to the sofa, guiding you to sit while she disappeared into the kitchen. when she returned, she held a steaming cup of tea in one hand. “here, baby,” she said with a soft smile. her fingers traced gentle circles on your back, grounding you, her presence enough to ease the lingering tension in your muscles.

“thank you,” you whispered, voice heavy with exhaustion but filled with affection. you turned your head slightly, pressing a slow kiss to her jaw, feeling the way she shivered slightly under your touch. she smiled, resting her forehead against yours. “always,” she promised, her hand finding yours, fingers intertwining. in that quiet moment, wrapped up in her warmth, the weight from your long day didn’t feel so unbearable anymore.

sana shifted slightly, pulling a blanket over the both of you, her fingers never once leaving yours. the tv hummed softly in the background, some lighthearted drama playing, but neither of you were really paying attention. she rubbed soothing circles against your knuckles, occasionally lifting your hand to press soft kisses against your fingers. “you work too hard,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

you sighed, closing your eyes for a moment. “i know… but i have to.”

she didn’t argue, because she understood. she knew how much your job meant to you, how deeply you cared for your patients, how every loss weighed on you even when you tried to hide it. but she also knew you, and she could tell when you needed someone to look after you for once. shifting closer, she nestled against you, her heartbeat steady and comforting against your side. your careers were on opposite ends of the spectrum—a kpop idol and a surgical oncologist—yet you both had your days and your careers meant the world to both of you.

“at least let me take care of you when you get home,” she said, her lips brushing against your temple. “you don’t have to carry everything alone. and you will never have to when i’m right here with you, my love.”

you exhaled slowly, allowing yourself to melt into her embrace. with sana, love was effortless—a quiet presence, a hand reaching for yours, a warmth that never wavered. you squeezed her fingers, letting the weight of the day fade into the softness of her touch. “i love you,” you whispered, and the way she smiled against your skin, the way she held you just a little tighter, made you certain that no matter how hard the days got, coming home to her would always be enough.

no matter how much bad news you may hear in the entirety of your career, it could not even begin to compare to the feeling of good news you get whilst being with sana.

though the weight of the day still clung to you, exhaustion pressing into your skin like an ache that wouldn’t fade, in sana’s arms, it was easier to forget—easier to let go. there was something about the way she held you, the way she felt like good news after a long day of nothing but bad. like the sun after weeks of grey skies, like a familiar melody you didn’t realise you’d forgotten. she didn’t have to say much; her presence was enough to soften the edges of your exhaustion.

she traced gentle patterns along your arm, her touch light, deliberate. sana had always been like this, always making sure you knew you were loved, that you were appreciated. she never asked for much in return, never demanded more than you could give. even now, as she kissed your temple and pulled you impossibly closer, she gave without expectation, without hesitation—like she wanted to be the one thing in your life that wasn’t complicated. she just wanted to be good news.

the room was quiet, the low hum of the tv playing some forgotten drama in the background, but all you could focus on was her. how she fit against you so perfectly, how she smelled faintly of vanilla and something uniquely sana, how she never made you feel like you had to be anything other than tired and human in her presence. there was no pressure to fill the silence with words, no expectation to be anything but yourself. she understood without you having to explain.

“you always know what i need,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. she smiled, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek before tucking herself against you, her warmth seeping into your skin. “of course i do,” she whispered back, her voice full of certainty, full of love. because with sana, it had never been complicated. she didn’t just want to be in your life—she wanted to be the best part of it, she wanted to be the good news.

[makeyoumine69]

Yo! How do you think Patrick will react when he finds out that his girlfriend has been hiding the fact that she is very sick? I love your stories by the way, keep it up!😇

Reckless

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Fluff, hurt/comfort, pet names, established relationships, reader is a total brat.

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒: [MASTERLIST]🪓

𝐀/𝐍: Hello dear anon! Thank you sm for the kind words and sorry it took me a while to finish this request, I have been struggling with brain fog these days.

A suffocating, never-ending cough has been plaguing you for the past few days. Exhausted and irritated by your current state, you had to stay at home, barely interacting with the outside world...including Patrick, and of course he didn't like it when you told him in your last phone call that you were absolutely fine when you weren't. And you were sure Bateman didn't buy it, but right now you didn't care what he thought or didn't think. 

You popped another pill, took a big gulp of water, and rubbed your face before leaving your bathroom—you still had to solve this fucked up situation with your health insurance, which had expired for some random reason. Luckily, you always had some medicine for basic needs, but as your illness progressed, those meds weren't really helping you anymore.

As soon as you walked into your living room, you sneezed several times and at one point you thought about putting a clothespin on your nose to stop the sneezing. God, you hated being sick, but you hated being sick even more when you had to solve something. Picking up the phone, you were already looking in your notebook for the number of the health insurance company when the doorbell rang. The sound of it startled you a bit and you barely managed to hold the phone in your hands.

Who the hell is that?

Grumbling annoyedly, you walked to the door and opened it without looking at the peephole. To be honest, you were expecting to see anyone else but not him. 

"Pat-Patrick?" You blurted out in confusion, pressing a napkin to your sore nose. "What are you doing here?"

"You're alive," the man replied curtly with a wry grin. "That's a relief."

You narrowed your eyes before letting out a chuckle that almost turned into a cough. "Of course I'm alive... what made you think otherwise?"

"Yesterday I called you five times or maybe even more," Bateman explained, leaning against the doorjamb, his whole posture speaking volumes about how nervous he was. "So I wanted to make sure you were okay."

You sighed tiredly and crossed your arms over your chest, doing your best to suppress your cough and hide the napkin in your hand.

"Well, you see, I'm fine...nothing to worry about. I was just...a little busy yesterday."

"Busy? With what? Or with whom?"

"God, Patrick," you growled in irritation, pulling him inside so the neighbors wouldn't gossip about the two of you later. "Your jealousy is killing me sometimes."

As you closed the door behind him, you thought it would be better to leave him alone and let him take off his coat since it was quite stuffy in here, but Patrick didn't let you go and grabbed your hand firmly but gently.

"It's not jealousy, honey," Bateman crooned, getting closer to your face and attempting to kiss you, but you turned away at the last moment. "Hmm, don't you want to give your boyfriend a kiss after not seeing him in a while?"

Distancing yourself a bit, you carefully pulled your hand out of his grasp. "I've been busy with work," it wasn't a lie. "You probably don't know what it's like... to be busy."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

"You don't look well," his scrutinizing gaze examined you as if you were a piece of art in a museum, and due to the bright light in your apartment it was now impossible to hide your bloodshot eyes. "Are you sick or something?"

Even if I am, I don't need a babysitter.

Instead of saying that, you just wanted to walk away without answering, because you really didn't want to be a troublemaker, you could take care of yourself, but then again, he didn't allow you to move, his hands wrapped around your body like tight ropes.

"Sweetheart...talk to me."

"Fine! I didn't sleep well last night!" Damn, how were you going to tell him that you were so sick and your health insurance was fucked up for some reason? "That's all."

And than a disaster happened—you sneezed so hard that you almost stained his cashmere Prada coat. The fleeting moment of complete silence and shock between you two didn't last long as you sneezed again, then again, completely forgetting about the napkin crumpled in your hands.

"What the..." Patrick was about to curse and back away, but the sight of you almost fainting before his eyes made him forget about his stained coat. "Jesus Christ," he quickly scooped you up in his arms, holding you bridal style, and strolled down the hall to your small but cozy living room, where he gently placed you on the couch. "What... What do you want me to do to help you? Hey! Don't you dare pass out!"

Despite the terrible headache and the strong fatigue, you were still in a clear state of mind and you could swear to God that you'd never seen Patrick so panicked before, his eyes darting all over your face, his big palms cold against your hot cheeks and his voice so worried that you were afraid he might have a heart attack.

"I'm fine," you murmured suddenly, covering his trembling hands with yours. "It's just a cold...but a glass of water would be nice."

Still shocked, Bateman quickly pecked your forehead and sauntered into the kitchen, and he had no idea where you kept the damn glasses. The man almost broke the cabinet door, but then he finally found what he was looking for.

The time Patrick was gone felt like an eternity, you were still lying on the couch looking at the ceiling above you, sometimes you could see black spots behind your eyes from how badly your head was hurting. When you thought about getting up to check on Bateman, he came into the room with a glass of water in his hand.

"Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" He asked you before handing you a glass. "Look at you, you can barely sit."

After taking a sip of water, you felt a little better, but then you had a coughing fit that nearly broke you in two. Patrick took off his coat and jacket and pulled up the sleeves of his shirt before sitting down next to you and dragging you onto his lap.

"I'm sorry," was the only thing you managed to say. "I didn't mean...to bother you."

Frowning, the man took the glass from your small hands and placed it on the coffee table. "Geez, what are you talking about?" Patrick's voice never sounded that serious. "Listen to me, dear. You really need to stop acting like a child and let me help you."

"I have medicine," you replied, as if all his words had fallen on deaf ears. "I'll be fine...I-"

"Have you seen a doctor?"

"I... I was going to see a doctor..." You weren't used to lying to people, so you chuckled awkwardly. "Today."

"Oh yeah? That means we can go together," the man brushed your messy hair from your face, his fingertips feeling so soft against your skin that for a slipping second you wished time would stop so you could enjoy this moment of intimacy a little longer. "My chauffeur is waiting-"

Suddenly you put your hand over his mouth to stop him talking. "Patrick...I don't want you to get mad but...we can't go to the hospital because my health insurance has expired," you saw his eyes darken even though he sat still and didn't try to free himself. "I have medicine and I really thought I could handle it myself without going to a doctor and spending a lot of money..."

And that was when his patience broke—in one swift motion he pushed your hand away and stood up—his face turning red with frustration.

"I can't believe a woman as smart as you can be so reckless sometimes," his words bordered on a scolding, but then he tried to calm down, rubbing the bridge of his nose and letting out a tired sigh. "What were you supposed to do? Sit here and wait to die alone or what?"

Somehow you were offended by his teacher-like attitude. "Stop it! You know I hate doctors and hospitals and needles! I don't want to...I don't want to go there...I'm scared."

Being on the verge of a breakdown, Bateman began to walk in circles around the room until he found several jars of pills sitting on the table next to you—how had he not noticed them before? Without saying a word, the man picked them up, took a proper look at the name of the medicine and tossed them somewhere behind you.

"WHAT THE HELL?" You instinctively covered yourself. "Are you crazy?"

"You really thought some vitamins would help you? Fucking vitamins?! Are those the meds you were talking about?" He towered over you, pointing to the side where he had thrown the jars of pills earlier. "You're kidding me, right?"

You hid your face in your quivering hands, so close to bursting into tears. "I told you—I'm scared! I'm scared of needles...I know if I go to the hospital I'll get hurt there!"

You didn't notice that you were already crying, and seeing you like that was what Bateman hated the most. The man closed the distance between you in several large steps and then, crouching before you, his hands carefully removed yours so he could see your face.

"Do you trust me?" He asked you suddenly, his hazel eyes fixed on yours. "Because if you don't, our relationship makes no sense."

These words struck a chord in you because of how disappointed and worried he sounded. Was the fear of hospitals really that big that you couldn't handle it?

"I trust you," you finally replied. "I'm just afraid that I have a serious illness and I'm gonna die."

Humming something to himself, Patrick took both your hands in his to give them a delicate kiss. "Don't be ridiculous, darling," he pecked your hands again, squeezing them a little harder. "I'm taking you to the best hospital in town. You'll get better, and then we'll have a nice vacation somewhere by the water. Deal?"

Even though you didn't know what was going through his head when he decided to use this childish trick to bait you like that, at some point you were grateful to him because you could finally relax a bit.

"Promise?"

With a mischievous grin, the man straightened up and planted a lingering kiss on the top of your head. "Of course, babygirl. You have my word." Bateman hugged you tightly and you buried your nose in the crook of his neck, but you couldn't smell his cologne because you were so sick. "I only want the best for you because I love...I love taking care of you."

You couldn't help but smile. "I love you too, Patrick," you purred in his ear, nuzzling his perfectly shaved cheek. "But throwing my meds around was not necessary."

Or maybe it was but you would never tell him that.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my writing community to know when I update!💞

[one-idea]

I just realized that I misswrote something on the post the other day about the whitebeards assuming that fem ace was pregnant.

But it gave me another idea:

The whitebeards assuming that Ace and Deuce are married due to their antics.

(Mainly because of Deuce having that fond and kind of gleeful expression whenever ace destroys things and them sleeping together all the time)

Listen!!!! Everyone knows Deuce is in love with Ace. There is no secret there.

No if we are staying in the Whitebread mistaking Ace for being pregnant after she meets Sabo again (see post here)

Deuce is being super sweet and supportive. He’s trying his best (along with the other spades) to shut down any rumors about their former captain.

Until one day he goes to drop of Ace’s dinner and he tries to talking to her again. “You know I’m always here for you. No matter what. I know we’re on a new crew but you will always be my captain and I will always be YOUR 1st mate. I will be by our side no matter what.” Deuce trying to be comforting even though Ace hasn’t looked at him in weeks.

Ace, who has spent the past month think about her brother what was supposed dead for years only to be alive and forgotten their bond. Questioning if she’s even worth remembering. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. Even the strongest bonds fade over time. No matter how strong they were or how much they promised.”

Deuce, for the first time wondering if the rumors are true and his best friend/crush did fall in love and get pregnant only to be abandoned. What else could make her feel this way? She always believed in her bonds with people. Her younger sibling Luffy being the most important. And as far as Deuce knew Luffy was fine. “bonds might change but my loyalty to you never will. If you need me I’ll be there. No matter what.”

Ace actually turns to look at him. She’s crying again and she wants so badly not to cry anymore but Sabo is alive and wants nothing to do with her and it’s been so long since she’s felt this worthless. “Stay with me?”

Deuce stays. They’re not doing anything just taking and sleeping. But the rumor mill goes crazy. People talking about how Deuce finally got the girl. How he’s stepping up for Ace and they’re proud of him. Some wonder if it was a lovers spat all along.

But some a ruder about it. And one poor soul, probably Teach because he sucks. Says something about Deuce being so pathetically in love that he’d take a ruined woman and her bastard. Deuce hears it and it’s the first time he’s ever punched a crew mate before. Not because of what they said about him but because of the disrespect and latent sexism towards Ace. (Who again is not pregnant)

Whitebeard is big stressed. He’s got so many rumors flying. A possible grandchild on the way. A possible father as a revolutionary to hunt down. And one of his doctors just broke his hand from punching another one of his son’s in the face. (He proud once the whole story is explained but why him)

When Sabo shows up everyone one of the gossipers is ready for a show down only to be slack jawed because 1) that’s Ace’s brother! 2) she’s not pregnant!

And somehow Deuce and Marcos get roped in (Ace asked them) to giving Sabo a full exam (he was just tackled to the ground) main to insure he’s memories are all right.

Once again quite a confusing day for all.

On the other hand if we’re talking about another story entirely when fem Ace and Deuce are assumed to be married.

The Whitebeard’s are the biggest gossips. You do not have a crew that big that’s all “family” and not get into each others business.

And deuce is so obviously in love with his formal captain. He watches he burn down enemies (a terrifying thing to witness) like it’s a work of art. He is warm to her and goes out of his way to make sure they still see each other as much as possible.

But Ace does to. Their stand offish little sister is warm to her former crew in general but it’s obvious that Deuce is special. She goes out of her way to see him. Even hang out in the infirmary when he can’t leave. A place most commanders avoid like the plague.

The two used to share a room on their old ship and it’s not uncommon for Deuce to spend the night in Ace’s quarters now.

All the Whitebeard’s think they’re married. Heck most of the Spades think they’re married. It’s only the original crew that knows they’re not. They don’t correct anyone because they have so many bets on when the two idiots will actually get together and refuse to have any of these idiots speed up their time tables.

It isn’t until Ace is hanging out with the other commanders on night and Izou asks Ace if she’d like to invite her husband to join them. (They wouldn’t mind him joining them, sure it’s normally commanders only but they can make an exception for the only married pair.)

Ace looks are him supper confused, but before she can speak Marco does. “My fault. I scheduled Deuce to work tonight so I could join you. Next time I’ll put someone else in charge.” He directs the second point to Ace almost as if he’s apologizing for incovining her.

Now Ace is very confused because “I’m not married to Deuce.”

“You’re not!” They all yell at once before looking between each other.

“Do you want to be?” Thatch asked and Ace started sputtering. And that’s it. The commanders are looking between each other. It’s game on. You ever gets Ace and Deuce together wins.

Once Ace leaves they establish rules. They can have help from their divisions. So if one of the nurses convinces Deuce to propose then Marco wins. What do they win. Being Whitebeard’s current favorite. He’s not a man who ranks his children but he was there for the whole conversation. If Ace and Deuce aren’t married and decide to get married guess who is marrying them! Thats right Whitebeard. He’s pumped. The winner gets unofficial title of favorite plus a week off.

The game is on.

Meanwhile Ace is now looking at Deuce completely differently. She had never thought of him in that light before but now… her whole world view has shifted.

She’s trying to navigate this monumental shift while getting pushed into increasingly crazy scenarios with Deuce.

Meanwhile Deuce has always known he had a crush on her. He knew Ace didn’t see him that way so he had decided to ignore it and be friends. Ace’s friendship was enough. But now Ace is acting weird around him and they keep getting stuck together and the nurse and doctors have started telling him how cute they would be together and he feels like he’s losing his mind a bit. It’s not going to happen and he’s okay with that.

It’s a lot of shenanigans

[andi-dromeda]

This is art for my New All Caste au. Basically, Jason wants to rebuild the all caste in order to keep the culture alive and also to have more people who can fight the untitled. Since Essence is busy sharing a body with Isabel, Jason decides he’ll do it on his own. He was the only human to be able to learn how to wield the all blades and the all blades are connected to his soul so he uses some random magic item to find people with souls like his. The two people he finds first are Tara and Grant. So now he has to redeem them according to all caste standards so murder is fine but other than that Jason’s got his work cut out for him.

In this au, they did all die at some point but stayed dead long enough for all of them to have ended up roughly the same age. Originally when Jason was 13, Tara was 15 and Grant was 20 but now they’re all roughly twenty. I keep saying ‘roughly’ because Jason was in a coma and unresponsive for a bit so if you ignored that year then he’d probably be more like nineteen.

Also, since I don’t think I’d be able to handle the whole cannon Tara and Slade situation with the gravity it requires and since I just prefer them to have a slightly messed up mentor mentor dynamic, Slade never groomed Tara. Or at least not that kind of grooming. He still probably wasn’t the best to her but nothing romantic or sexual ever happened. He treated her and saw her just like the rest of his kids so whilst she’d still have issues because of him, it won’t be those kind of issues.

Once Grant came back to life he decided not to reconnect with his family because whilst he did miss Joey, this was his chance to have a life completely separate from his parents and he wasn’t going to pass that up. Mostly he just hung out with his old pall Jade and did jobs with her until Jason showed up.

Jason met Tara first and when he gave her his sales pitch she was living with Slade, Tanya, Rose and Poppy. She’d just gotten into a fight with Slade and took up Jason’s offer because he promised health insurance, dental, free food, living in the Chamber of All where no one but Jason and S’ara could get to, and getting magic swords by the end of it which she could brag about to Rose sounded like a pretty good deal. However, after her many bad experiences she isn’t exactly the most trusting person so gave him a fake name - Rocky. (I know it’s silly but if she used Terra as an alias, Rocky isn’t completely out of the question.)

When he gave the pitch to Grant, Grant said he’d go if he got payed and after being Red Hood for a while Jason had gotten a lot of money he mostly just spent on reinvesting in Gotham but still had more than he knew what to do with. He figured rebuilding the all caste was a good enough goal to spend money on so agreed and Grant joined the team.

From there they take a while to get along with each other. They take even longer to figure out who everyone is. Grant never heard of Tara and Jason only heard bits and pieces from Dick when he’d visit but Dick never talked a lot about her because either she’d already betrayed them or was just a plain headache to deal with. Grant died before Jason became Robin so would only know him as the Red hood guy whose friends with Jade’s ex and Tara would have probably only heard about Jason through Rose. Granted she wasn’t paying that much attention. Whilst they all vaguely know the others are capes too, no one actually bothered to mention their identities so it takes Tara inviting them to a family dinner for them to all figure out who the others are.

Also random things:

Terra loves to wind Grant up because he reacts more than Jason. Jason and Grant are the first to start getting along and bond over their shared interests like swords, hating Dick Grayson and some niche metal band no one else has ever heard of. Whilst Jason teaches them to meditate, Tara likes to move rocks until someone else notices. One time she made the ground she was sitting on hover up to ten feet in the air until Grant noticed (if you ask him, he’ll say he realised she was gone because it was too peaceful).

@autisticrosewilson

[rosethornewrites]

T & G reading since 12/8

Finished

Teen:

Battle Chefs: Live Finale, by sami (2nd in a series)

LIVEBLOG: BATTLE CHEFS SEASON 11 EPISODE 50: LIVE FINAL

by Sisi

Hello everyone! I'm sure you're all wondering why Qin Su isn't doing this. Don't worry, she's fine - better than fine, assuming she isn't right this second in the middle of a panic attack, she's not doing the liveblog because she's attending the Live Final. I'm not quite sure how it happened, she was hyperventilating too much to tell me.

Saccharine delights, by jalpari (2 chapters) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/41062998/chapters/102919839)

Wei Wuxian realizes that Lan Wangji secretly loves sweet treats. So he becomes Lan Wangji's literal sugar daddy.

[ ART KY KAK IN CHAPTER 2!!! ]

The Worst Man for the Job, by mondengel (🔒) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/22880818)

Lan Qiren pens the announcement for the rest of the cultivation world.

Moments of Revelation, by meyari (57 chapters)

As the Jianghu collapses around Jiang Cheng's ears, his borrowed core begins to fail. Wei Wuxian has one final trick up his sleeve, though the only person who can use it is the one person who has no core of his own: Jiang Cheng. Time travel may be impossible for everyone else, but Jiang Cheng has one slender, delicate chance to save the entire world. Of course he has to take it no matter what the cost might be.

Found you, by Amisamitami

Wei Ying and Lan Zhan meet again at a museum, they get their memories back.

He stoped at a flute looking at it with curiosity, suddenly he saw himself playing the flute and riding a donkey, a man with white robes in front of him. 'How funny, maybe a memory of my previous life' Wei Ying joked

Blur the Edges of Memory, by geethr75 (🔒, 30 chapters)

He had been Sandu Shengshou, had built his Sect to be one of the richest and strongest after it had burned down, had raised a nephew from infancy, had squatted in the sun alongside his men, nailing planks, had carried timber, sawed wood, dug latrines, had haggled for hours with vendors while he rebuilt his home.

And he’d done it all by himself.

That man had had no pride in those days, because he couldn’t afford it.

In the now, he feels a twinge of regret for the loss of Zidian, and lets it go. Because he has learned through blood and sweat and tears, and endless nights of grief that he would rather lose all that than the man who sat opposite him, worrying his teeth between his lips, the man who he never stopped loving, and whom he had hated and missed desperately for thirteen years and more.

His brother who had been forced into a dark path because he had tried to help Jiang Cheng.

General:

better run, better run, outrun my gun, by zylaa

“Lan Zhan! It’s been forever! I can’t believe you recognized me,” he said. This was almost worth pulling the mask down for again, like he had for the adorable lady behind the desk at the hostel. Adorable, but also probably could bench press a man if she wanted to—how could he not flirt with her?

Lan Zhan held up his phone. “You’re on the news,” he said.

Wei Wuxian’s many simultaneous trains of thought all screeched to a halt at once.

“I’m what?”

*

An AU in which Wei Wuxian is the hot guy suspected of assassinating health insurance CEO Jin Guangshan.

My Baba (by Sizhui, age 7 1/2), by treemaidengeek (🔒)

A grieving Lan Wangji is trying his best to raise his son.

This is Sizhui's story in his own words. He drew it himself. He hopes you like it.

Decorating, by Quiet_crash

A-Yuan is a Lan and wears a ribbon on his forehead because his Father is a Lan and also wears a ribbon. Following this logic, Father's rabbits are also Lan but they don't have ribbons. This must be addressed.

Brothers, Brothers-in-Law and Husbands, by xxxMiaHikarixxx

Due to a curse's remnants, Lan Zhan can't recognize Wei Ying in his new body and accidentally hurts him. As more and more people become aware of the fact, some other discoveries are made leading to an unexpected turn of events; though some may say that Wei Ying knew that would happen all along xD

different people with a common pain, by littledust

After the events of canon, Lan Sizhui and Wen Ning encounter a village gripped by sickness. Sizhui's memories of Wen Qing return as he watches Wen Ning use his medical training.

Unfinished

Teen:

To Repeat, Repay, and Repair, by adrian_kres (🔒)

Wei Wuxian has died again and his family grieves. Lan Sizhui, now married and with children of his own, grieves the loss of both fathers, as Lan Wangji has entered seclusion. But somehow, he unknowingly sends himself back to the time he spent in the Burial Mounds at three years old. Will his family take his confused, nonsensical warnings seriously? Are they doomed to repeat the same fate?

Told from alternating points of view.

And to My Surprise, Neither One of Us Has Died, by muckkles

Mo Xuanyu wakes up alone and scared in the middle of Cloud Recesses with no memories of what his body has been up to for the past year. He never really expected to wake again at all. Now he's going to have to actually deal with all the issues he tried to make disappear by sacrificing himself to the Yiling Patriarch's ritual, all while sharing a body with the man himself.

OR: Post Canon Body Swap AU where Mo Xuanyu's spirit reappears and he and Wei Wuxian periodically switch consciousnesses back and forth.

Still waters run deep, by KizuKatana (🔒, 3rd in a series)

In his entire life, Lan Wangji had scrupulously studied and followed his sect’s rules. It had been a point of pride for him that not even his brother - who was revered by all and was being groomed to be the next sect leader - had as perfect a record of never violating the rules as Lan Wangji did.

Yet somehow, within minutes of meeting Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji had violated more than a dozen of his clan’s rules, some of them repeatedly, most of them severely. Worst of all for Lan Wangji was that he couldn’t even understand why he had done so. ( Be of one mind. Maintain your own discipline. Be strict with yourself ).

...

In the morning, he sought his elder brother's guidance and asked for punishment (and possibly exorcism). Lan Wangji respected his elder brother’s judgement about how best Lan Wangji was to learn this lesson. Some knowledge could only be acquired through direct experience and deep contemplation, and cannot be taught through a simple telling of facts. Perhaps this was one of those lessons.

Lan Wangji would endeavor to understand this lesson so he could regain his self control and discipline, and once again find inner peace.

...

Lan Wangji did not find inner peace.

so i cut the shackles and changed my name, by MichelleFeather

“A-Ying, should anything happen, should you be separated from us or find yourself in need of help, find Lan Qiren in Cloud Recesses. No matter what’s happened, he will keep you safe. He has sworn to me his home will always be open to you, no matter what.”

Following the advice of his late mother, Wei Ying runs away from Lotus Pier, knowing that if he were to stay, he would likely die at the hands of Madam Yu.

And, he finds, the Lan Clan is the place where he was always supposed to be.

General:

An Unforeseen Shift, by Remma3760

Wei Wuxian found a resentful sword deep in the bowels of a famed beast. He took it. That turned out to be fortunate since, it would seem, the sword had more than one purpose. That sword was the key to their escape from certain death trapped in the cave of the Slaughter Xuanwu.

[lily-alphonse]

Not super rare at all but Pierre and Morris 💔

Fantastic let's make these slimy weasels kiss

I literally just remembered Pierre's married LOL that's how much I care about his and Caroline's marriage.

With the Robin x Haley one I was like oh nooo I can't break up her marriage owie and this one I'm so chill with wrecking. Caroline will be fine I'm sure. She's already checked out.

If you like this pairing, I love this meme by @vilochkaaa , actually check out their whole blog there is so much great MorrisxPierre art. That meme is exactly how I imagine them.

Capitalism is their kink. They would absolutely exploit each other to make money if at all possible. Like, even if you like Morris' arc in his mod and want to think the best of him, he is not okay if he ends up with Pierre. That's his bad ending. They are making each other worse 100%.

Anyway, getting into it, it ends vaguely spicy so yk reader discretion advised or whatever

Of the two of them, Pierre is more aggressively manipulative.

Morris is a general manager. He is living the hell that is middle management and absolutely used to getting shit on daily by his district manager, I'm sure. So when Joja closes and he gets fired, he’s left hanging with no one to boss him around, and Pierre can fill that role.

Morris doesn’t live in Pelican Town so why does he stay? Revenge. And also a job. Now that Joja is closed, Pierre is open an additional day and needs help managing the influx of customers.

Morris comes to beg for a job. He has no choice if he wants to stick around and get his revenge on the farmer. But he tries to sell the villagers on this whole changed-man act. He’s learned from his ways. He’s making an honest living now.

But he starts to see Pierre is actually more similar to him than he thought. He’s shady, passing off produce from the farmer as his own, changing expiration dates on pantry goods, etc.

Pierre always works with him, probably because he doesn't trust Morris. He always handles the sales, and relegates Morris to lowly stocking and loading. If Morris is working, Pierre is there over his shoulder. Surely it’s only a lack of trust and nothing else, right?

They frequently end up closing the store alone together. At first Pierre would send Morris away before turning off the main store lights. Then he started doing it earlier, while they were still cleaning. Morris felt like he was being tested somehow, so he only continued as he was.

One day Pierre corners him as he’s exiting the broom closet. The main store lights are off and the air is thick and silent. He asks him if he’d like to make a bit of extra cash on the side, and it’s exactly as nefarious as it sounds.

Morris isn't sure why he agrees at first. Sure he loves money, but he isn’t so desperate as that. Well, not desperate for money anyway. But maybe he is touch-starved enough to get on his knees in a dusty broom closet...

Oop lol That's my most scandalous ending so far. Yeah it'd be a smut what else am I supposed to do, insurance fraud? They're so toxic lol.

This ask is a part of the (now closed) SDV Rarepair Challenge! Check out the other answers here, and make sure to boost your favorite so it can appear in the final fic poll! More info on that here.

[firstclassinsurance]

Jewelry Business Insurance - arts insurance

In the vibrant realm of artistic expression, your jewelry creations are more than mere products; they are works of art. Jewelry business insurance recognizes and safeguards the artistic and financial value of your pieces, offering protection against a range of potential risks. Whether you operate a boutique studio, a retail store, or an online platform, this insurance provides a safety net that extends from the crafting bench to the display case.

Coverage typically includes protection against theft, damage, or loss of your valuable inventory, ensuring that your artistic investments are shielded from unforeseen circumstances. Additionally, liability coverage is designed to protect your business from potential legal claims related to your products or operations. As a jewelry artisan, you understand the meticulous craftsmanship that goes into each piece, and jewelry business insurance is there to preserve the passion and dedication you've invested.

Moreover, in a world where artisans engage with customers both in-person and online, this insurance provides peace of mind by covering potential risks associated with sales, exhibitions, and shipping. Whether your creations are on display at an art fair, in a gallery, or being shipped to a satisfied customer, you can focus on your craft knowing that your business is protected.

Choosing the right jewelry business insurance is an investment in the longevity and prosperity of your artistic venture. It's a testament to the recognition of the unique challenges faced by jewelry artisans, ensuring that your passion for creating beautiful and meaningful pieces is safeguarded against the unpredictable nature of the art and business world.

[copperbadge]

Hello, Sam! I’m one of your neighbours, and I’m presently job hunting, coming out of a professional services career. I’ve been eyeing work in the nonprofit sector, and was wondering if you have any advice on entering you might share? I am aware it doesn’t typically pay the way for-profit tends to, which is fine; Chicago’s COL is Chicago’s COL, though, and can I reasonably expect to be able to continue to live in the city?

Hey fellow Chicagoan!

So, it kind of depends on a couple of factors, like what jobs you're looking at in the nonprofit sector, which nonprofit you end up with, and what your current COL is in Chicago. I was living...comfortable-ish on $55K/yr, but I was in a cheap one-bedroom rental situation and had reduced-fee student loans, no partner or children, and was used to living very cheaply. I now earn roughly $75K/yr with a mortgage and no student loans, but I still had to put a few things on credit to do the Europe trip (since paid off). For context, after taxes $75K a year is roughly $5K/mo, of which I get about $2.5K/mo after mortgage and bills (including vision and dental insurance, which I don't get through my work).

I work for a small nonprofit of about 35 people (about half in fundraising) with a yearly fundraise of $10M or so. I was actually far less well-compensated at my last job, which was a massive organization with a 200-person fundraising team alone. But if you're coming from for-profit your best bet is still to look at large orgs, like United Way or UIC or similar. I know from experience the museums in Chicago, while delightful, generally have to pay somewhat below industry standard (when I changed jobs from a $55K to a $75K job, the Art Institute was offering $40K for the same position).

Without knowing your previous industry and where you're looking to land it's tough to offer useful information, but it is possible to live in Chicago, even in downtown, and work for a nonprofit, it just depends on other factors. And I don't have a ton of info on what other non-fundraising people who work at nonprofits get paid. :/

If you like, feel free to hit me up at copperbadge@gmail.com and I'm happy to get more specific; I can also pass along some good jobsearch websites for specifically the nonprofit field. But I would definitely start by researching larger nonprofits, either local to Chicago or national with Chicago branches, and checking out comp salaries in your field.

[catsncheesensushi]

Sparkling Hill resort

@888 Sparkling Pi, Vernon

Price range varies per person, event, retreat, escape and stay time,

C$468 - C$890 (Based on Average Rates for a Standard Room)

Pet friendly rooms are available at the resort! Two pets maximum per room.

This resort runs 24 hours every day. They have saunas, spas, massage centres, pools, hot tub, wellness retreats, and yoga/Pilates studio! This is for people who want to relax, have an escape from their chaotic life and for couples or friend groups who want to grow closer! The age restriction is 16 and older. Only guests 19 years or older are permitted to stay in a room. Any guests between 16 and 19 years of age must be accompanied by an adult and have a valid government issued photo ID.

Additional amenities include:

Daily complimentary à la carte breakfast at PeakFine

Locker rooms

Complimentary high-speed Wi-Fi & Google Chromecast

Valet parking – One vehicle per room

Fine dining

Room cleaning and service

KurSpa Inclusions:

Uniquely themed Steams & Saunas

Nature-themed Experience Showers

Heated outdoor Infinity Pool

Indoor Serenity Pool and Hot Pool

Kneipp Hydrotherapy

Tea and Serenity Relaxation Rooms

Fitness Studio with state-of-the-art Keiser equipment

Movement Studio

(Included with all stays)

There are two "escape" options:

Spring into Serenity: "Spring into brighter, calmer days with our special rate for stays in March & April. This offer includes a $100 dining credit for our new PeakFine Restaurant, and cherry blossom bath salts for a relaxing, end-of-day soak. This offer is available for midweek stays (Sundays – Thursdays), for selected dates."*

Spring into Serenity (local, Thompson-Okanagan residents): "Thompson-Okanagan residents, spring into brighter, calmer days with our local rate for midweek stays. This offer includes a $100 dining credit for our new PeakFine Restaurant, and cherry blossom bath salts for a relaxing, end-of-day soak. This offer is available for Sunday – Thursday arrivals, for selected dates in March & April."*

Retreats:

Be The Best You (Weight loss and fitness)

FOCUSed Relationship Retreat (Couples retreat, relationship foucused)

Pamper Me Endless (Wellness, spa and complementary gifts)

800 Shades of Sparkle (This luxurious 5-night stay includes in KurSpa, unlimited activity classes)

Getaways:

Couples Escape

Introductory Wellness Getaway

Canadian Residents Rate (stay-cation)

Girls Getaway

Sparkling Hill has been rewarded/declared a Luxury 4 diamond resort 💎💎💎💎

They also have a wellness "architect" who wants to help people to reach their greatest potential in their wellness. He has a PH.D in psychiatry/psychology and has decades of experiences in the psychology and mental wellness field.

Accessibility: The rooms are wheelchair accessible, as well as the rooms and amenities.

Insurance and payment: They do not provide insurance receipts, payment and special offers vary.

Reviews and success stories:

4.0 on tripadvisor

⭐⭐ ⭐⭐⭐ January 2025 (review on the food)

"We are so fortunate to have a resort of this calibre in our midst, so close to Vernon. I had the pleasure of staying for the week following their annual maintenance closure with a group of friends. The new “chef James inspired” dream menu is just that. I was especially impressed with the emphasis on seafood. From the deliciously prepared and delightful presentation of the “seafood tower” (complete with crab legs, oysters on the shell, jumbo prawns, tuna tataki) to the tender and perfectly seasoned calamari, cedar plank steelhead trout, and variations of Ahi tuna all were delightfully delicious. "

⭐⭐ ⭐⭐⭐ Anniversary getaway

"We enjoyed our 30th anniversary here! Four nights of relaxation and peace. We love the saunas and the pools. Breakfast was good, with some gluten-free options We enjoyed Gerni's farmhouse for dinner. They do gluten free schnitzel! The Java place also had gluten free desserts. All staff were courteous and helpful."

⭐⭐ ⭐⭐⭐ All the sparkle

"Can't believe this gem (literally) is so close to home. We did the couples package so it was a real treat to enjoy 3 course meals and get spa treatments. But it’s also lovely to float in the heated outdoor pool, use the steam and saunas, and look out at the glorious views."

Partnerships:

"Sparkling Hill is proud to partner with other BC resorts, local attractions and tourism associations to ensure our guests receive the best of the Okanagan. We support our preferred partners to make it easier for you to experience local attractions during your stay at our wellness oasis including incredible BC golf, wine tours and helicopter packages."*-Sparkling hill partnership page

Sparkling hill are partners with:

Tourism Vernon

Predator ridge

Trails Capital of BC

Kelowna Dream Car Rentals

Elite mile

Avalon Event Rentals

Valhalla Helicopters

Bush, Babes & bros trail running

Purple Rhino Events

You should come to this location one time at minimum to see desired results, such as:

A relaxing vacation, catch-up time with your friends, embracing your wellness/fitness or getting closer to a significant other. It is recommended to come back to the resorts multiple times in your life. This give your something to look forward to and can enhance the wellness in your life!

Quoted from the Sparkling Hill website*

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - February 16

who was anon (new), 6 anon, tired anon, lost anon, spikes anon (new), mocks anon, parrot (🦜) anon (new), segment anon (new), perchance anon

Who was anon

Hi! I don't know if you remember (I don't remember exactly when and I didn't bother to go looking) but I'm the one that sent the story about my little siblings reading Harry Potter and asking me about the marauders?

Anyway follow up story

I took my younger brother to a used book store and they have those kids biographies? Called "who was..." and then there's different names? Well he doesn't really... know all the stuff about jkr? Just cause he's young and honestly my parents aren't into Harry Potter so I don't think they know anything about that. Anyway he was like Look! They have the Harry Potter lady! And I was like ehhhhh how bout no and helped him find someone else.

I guess that's not very funny now that I've written it down but at the time it made me giggle. Idk

Hahahaha no that makes me laugh too. Like "Uhhhhh how about not?"

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6 anon

The best way to eat grapes is frozen and I stand by that.

Anyways I started a new book yesterday. It's called Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White. It's so good and the cover art is amazing!!

And MIFA states are in 2 days!! I am very excited, and I have a concert tonight and I'm first chair!!

Life is going pretty well right now, so enjoy some grapes 🍇 (they are frozen)-6 anon

OMG my wife eats frozen grapes too!

Good luck at states...if my math is right, I think they're today! I hope it's going amazing!!! Let me know!

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Tired Anon

Hi Cas, tired anon here, it's definitely been a rough few weeks 😅 to answer one of your questions, I haven't ever been in a situation where I need to confront my mom so I have no idea if she'd be receptive. I've argued back (mildly, and very very quietly) on some occasions and she just gets defensive and doubles down on whatever reason she has, or she just resorts to "well because I pay the mortgage" which I don't think is a very valid argument. In either case, I spoke to my step sister about all of this and we had a very long heart-to-heart for about 2 hours where I realized a lot about my mother that I'm not really sure I wanted to know lol. She also gave me the perspective that if I started arguing back or defending them, it would put my mom in a worse mood and would end up making everyone's lives worse, which I completely agree with. As it turns out, the insurance we have now actually DOES cover therapy (yay!), so I'm going to look into it. As of right now, I'm fine, I'm just pretending like everything is normal and spending a lot more time out of the house than I used to, and I'm trying to get in to working out as a sort of outlet until everything fixes itself 😮‍💨

Hi <3 I'm so sorry you've had to realize some things about your mom. I feel like that happens to so many people and it's the absolute worst feeling to realize your parents aren't the people you wish they could be. I'm sending you so much love as you try to process that.

I'm glad you can look into therapy! I hope you're able to find someone helpful! Keep me updated if you want <3

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Lost anon

HI

this is Lost Anon, it’s been a minute. I just wanted to give you some updates.

My teacher ended up taking the assignment, I got full marks and finished the semester with an A.

I worked things out with my friends, we’re doing a lot better on communication stuff now.

I’m doing generally better too, I feel way less stressed than I did previously and I’m over all doing pretty great.

I hope you had a wonderful new year, and I wish you many many good days.

-Lost Anon

Ahhh I'm so glad things are better! That makes me so happy to hear! I'm wishing you a wonderful year as well, but if you ever need anything, you know where to find me!

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Spikes Anon

hi so I have a problem.

I have a large friend group, right, and all of us are pretty comfortable with each other so we're fine hugging, touching, we even kiss each other's cheeks like we're great.

problem is for me specifically, I don't mind physical touch but there's a limit, like when one person is constantly without permission touching me then it pisses me off and makes me feel all weird and scratchy inside like I want to jump out of my skin it's terrible and I hate it.

so lately, one of my friends has become extremely touchy, putting their hands on my face, hugging me randomly, holding my arm, pulling me towards them, and their hands are cold and it makes it worse because I hate cold hands on me it's just...ugh, you know

but there's no way to tell them that without hurting them because they're really sensitive, and I don't wanna do tat but also I can't take it anymore, I have to keep making excuses to pull away and I'm genuinely seconds away from slapping them across the face because I can't control it it just spikes this unnatural irritating feeling and it's painful, and I get mad and I don't wanna hurt their feelings but I can't not say anything. I'm scared if I tell any of my other friends they'll say I'm being mean and dramatic and get mad at me bc they won't understand

so yeah if you have any advice that's be really helpful

Hi <3

I definitely understand where you're coming from on this one. Here's the thing: if you don't say something, it definitely could turn out bad. Because you could get overwhelmed and say something in the moment that actually is hurtful, you know? Not saying you want to be hurtful, but I know when I get overwhelmed I can sometimes say hurtful things I don't mean.

You have a right to set boundaries. So you need to sit this friend down alone and calmly explain that sometimes you get overwhelmed and it has NOTHING to do with them, but sometimes you need space and you're going to ask for it. You can say you care and you love hugging them most of the time, but occasionally you need space.

You can be gentle but firm and then- and this is important- if the friend does get sad, just repeat that its not them and it has nothign to do with how you feel about them, but youre not changing your mind.

Setting boundaries isn't mean and you should never feel guilty for doing that. Also, it's good to start getting in the habit of doing this now because, god forbid if someone in the future is trying to do something more inappropriate that you don't like, you'll know how to firmly say no.

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Mocks anon

hey it's mocks anon

I have a maths assessment tomorrow. It's basically going to be judging what level of exam I take the week after and if I don't get the highest mark, my parents are going to freak

and I'm scared, I don't know what to do I've studied but I'm not good at maths and I always get stressed and mess up even if I know what I'm meant to do

and the thing is, whenever I know I have something stressful coming up, this weird feeling comes up in my chest. like I have a black hole of sorrow, fear, hopelessness, burnout, and pure genuine stress stuck there. and it doesn't go away; idk how to describe it but I just have this ugly terrifying feeling and I hate it so much but I can't do anything about it. It starts up even a month before the event and stays for a long time after even if it was successful, like it's indefinite and very, very problematic because it makes me focus less, and i have it right now and it hurts

anyway sorry for ranting, I'm just scared and tired and I don't even know.

Hi <3

I hope the exam went okay! Remember that no matter what your parents say, you are worth more than one exam score.

It sounds like you get really anxious when it comes to things like these. Are you able to seek out therapy to maybe work on some coping strategies when you feel like this? I know this feeling can be like....so overwhelming it can be almost debilitating and you deserve to be able to be happy, even during stressful times!

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Parrot Anon

Hi <3

I just want to say that the comments people are making about your eating are super inappropriate and mean, and you absolutely have a right to be upset about them. Also...like who wouldn't have a strained relationship with food after all of that?

Honestly, as someone who has struggled with food their entire life, I think it's REALLY hard to deal with it alone. I think it's the type of thing you need therapy for. I'd suggest, if you can, looking for a therapist who specializes in EDs. Not because I think you have an ED, but because other untrained therapists might accidentally say something triggering.

Having a healthy relationship with food is a psychological thing imo, so you have to go at it from that perspective.

Sending love!

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Segment anon

Hi!

Wow, this is definitely eerie. "Living waterfall" really got me. I would just add some details about how the narrator is physically feeling. Like do they feel cold? Have goosebumps? Etc.

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Perchance Anon

Hi it’s perchance anon. (That’s so crazy that I’ve got a name!) So I’ve been thinking it over and maybe I’m somewhere under the non-binary umbrella. I’m really having a hard time finding anything to read online that could be helpful at all. It weird because it’s not that I hate being a girl, it’s great most of the time, but there are definitely times where I find myself wishing I could not be a woman? Even during normal situations where there’s not some ‘downside’ of being a woman going on. Like I’m thinking about it and most of the time I don’t think of myself as a woman, like sure I am but like I wouldn’t care if someone saw me as something else either? Idk if that’s just me being secure in myself or if this is something. I’m not really sure and I know you probably have just as much clue as what’s going on in my as I do but if there’s any resources you could point me to that might help me figure this out that would be so helpful. Thank you!

Hi!

Maybe look at this website that lists different identities under the nonbinary umbrella? You can see if any of them shout out to you!

[thevindicativevordan]

Comics this week ? With the Tom King special : Superman vs COVID.

Insurance denied one the scans my neurosurgeon wants to do so I ended up paying for it out of pocket. That meant having to drop a bunch of books, forgive me Watters Nightwing and PKJ Hulk, you were the two hardest cuts. At least I still plan to grab PKJ's Book of El down the line, but if you don't see a book listed here, that's why.

Absolute Batman #4 - I understand now the disconnect between the people who love Absolute Supes and those who think it's awful/weak compared to the other two Absolute books, because I'm feeling that way about Absolute Bats. Everyone was raving about this and I meanwhile was bored. Walta's art appeared stiff and this couldn't even match Snyder's New 52 origin, much less Frank Miller's Year One it was homaging. While Supes and Wondy have been getting better with every issue, Batman's first issue remains his best for me. That's ok though, this still a fairly enjoyable Snyder Bat book and since it's the only Bat book I'll be getting now (for as long as I can afford to), that's enough for me.

Action Comics #1082 - Grabbed this to see what Ridley cooked up and while I enjoyed the investigative reporter showcase, I dunno if I'll stick with it. It's fine but nothing spectacular, might keep waiting for what I think will be the last Superstar writing the April-June issues before a proper team takes over in July.

Jenny Sparks #6 - Yeah this was bad. I've been defending King and mostly enjoyed this series but this issue was a miss.

The New Gods #2 - I am happy to see Ram V tossing out the mess of the Great Darkness that Williamson made doing Dark Crisis. This is much more interesting, although isn't the Anti-Life Equation already the embodiment of opposition to Life? I'm sure that will be addressed at some point. Love V's Barda and Scot, I cannot wait to see them clash with Maxwell Lord.

[alphabetboyluvr]

danbi dog walking w/ tae sort of meet cute-type date vibes

🪩 WORDCOUNT | 700 (exactly!) 🪩 NOTE FROM HOLLY | so i kinda think they're impossible to have a meet-cute, just because danbi was sooooo anti-tae at the start. like she always knew he was interested and used to try soooo hard to pretend that she wasnt!!! plus if anyone is a man hater (complimentary <3) it's danbi!! I can't remember when, but i know it's mentioned earlier on in the story that tae had been at memorial park with dan so.... here u go!

🪩 BD DRABBLES MASTERPOST 🪩

“Again?” Danbi sighs as she notices the man walking towards her up through the path of the Memorial Park.

She’d put her hands on her hips if either of them were free - but she’s currently got three dogs to each hand. The leads wrap around so tightly it’s a miracle her fingers haven’t fallen off yet.

Still, her facial expression conveys everything her body can’t - and yet Kim Taehyung has the audacity to stand there fucking smiling. 

“Fancy seeing you here!” He beams, turning on his heel to stop himself from walking on by. Doesn't miss a beat. Heads in the same direction as Danbi, now.

“Y’know, some people would consider this stalking,” she tells him with nothing but disdain. 

“See, I would agree,” Taehyung answers with contemplative arrogance. “But it’s funny - DB seems to reckon you’ve changed your route, recently?”

“Oh has she, now?” Danbi says, resisting the urge to curse you out. Loves you to death, but knows exactly what you’re doing. Begins to think that your joke about dressing up as cupid for Halloween isn’t really a joke.

“Mhmm,” Taehyung nods, hands in pockets. A little shy, but trying desperately hard not to be. “You used to do your walks down by the river, apparently.”

Danbi’s jaw is tense. Unwavering. “Sometimes a change of scenery is good. Gives the pups more mental stimulation. Different smells.”

“There are so many parks in the city,” he muses.

“Well I’ll pick a different one, once I’ve decided they’ve had enough of this one.”

“Maybe you should try the city forest,” Taehyung suggests. “The one by the last stop on line two. I go there pretty often, too.”

The narrowing of Danbi’s eyes only serves to make Taehyung smile. He’s learning pretty quickly which buttons of Danbi’s to press - and given how easy it is to wind her up, he doesn’t have to try particularly hard. 

It’s what he likes about her, though. She’s fiery. Ignites a little something inside him.

“My route choices have nothing to do with you.”

“No?” He challenges. “So why’d it change after you found out my studio overlooks Memorial Park?”

“Coincidence.”

“Y’know,” Taehyung smirks. “Some people would consider it stalking.”

If there’s one thing Danbi hates, it’s when men make her smile - and Taehyung is getting dangerously close to that. She has to nip this in the bud, or otherwise her mild-infatuation with him will inevitably grow, and she cannot let that happen.

She’s dated musicians. Dated pretty boys. Ones with egos. Knows that artists are even worse.

And the ones who look like Kim Taehyung? Nothing but trouble. She knows that as soon as her guard is down, some girl from his art school will end up back in his DM’s and then she’ll have to fight for his attention, which she refuses to do. Dreads to think of the notches in his bedpost. Doesn’t wanna have to look at the art he’s made from other muses.

Again, she’s dated men who are menaces before. Had songs written for other girls cosplayed as serenades for her (fuck you, Sanghyuk). Refuses to let it happen again.

Better to just fight with him. Easier that way.

She’s incapable of doing anything by half measures though, so hatred seems like the best course of action.

“With all due respect, Taehyung, I’m working,” she shrugs, picking up her pace.

“Let me help.”

“No.”

“I'm good with animals.”

“You’re not insured.”

“I know how to walk a dog”

“No.”

“Let me-”

“Fine! Take Mabel,” Danbi finally relents, adjusting the leashes to hold one out from him. On the end is a Pomeranian, not too dissimilar from Taehyung’s own dog - the same dog Taehyung keeps trying to convince Danbi to walk, just so he has an excuse to see her. “She bites.”

“It’s fine,” Taehyung says, taking the leash in his palm and wrapping it over slightly for a little extra security. Starts walking. Is cheeky, as he says, “I’m used to bitches who bite.”

“You did not just call me a bitch,” Danbi gasps, genuinely affronted. It’s the first time throughout this entire interaction that Taehyung thinks he’s getting genuine emotion from her. Knows the rest of it is bull.

“Well, are you planning on biting me?” He flirts. Wouldn’t be opposed. In fact, he’d quite like it.

“Shut up,” she whines with a deadly roll of her eyes. “Just walk the damn dog."

[whoiskt]

I didn't do my end of the year questions last year and it messed up the year for me so HERE YA GO:

1. What did you do in 2024 that you’d never done before?

Man, I don't know really? I feel like I used to have so many each year and now I'm struggling to think of any. I went to LA for the first time?

2. Did you keep your New Year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

I don't know what my resolution was but I'm pretty sure I didn't do it.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

No.

4. Did anyone close to you die?

No, but basically yes. That's me being a touch dramatic but like, it really does feel like a certain someone died.

5. What countries did you visit?

None.

6. What would you like to have in 2025 that you lacked in 2024?

Clear skin.

7. What dates from 2024 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

None, shit memory, nothing crazy happened this year.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Surviving. It was a bit of a rough one.

9. What was your biggest failure?

I would have liked to achieve more and be more confident in myself by now. It's mostly many small failures in that way. Like, I'm still mad at myself for not presenting my finals well. I did fine in class overall but it was a bit of a bummer at the end there.

Also like, my financials in general are very not great.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

Not really, which is good. I had the flu which was scary for a hot second because I had a 104° fever that wouldn't break, and I ain't got no health insurance so I was worried I was going to be forced to go to the doctor and pay out of pocket, which lead to me having a panic attack while already fevering. But I was fine in the end.

11. What was the best thing you bought?

I barely bought anything this year that wasn't rent, credit card payments, or tuition. Or Celsius.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?

God, I don't know. Let me know. I would like to know.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled?

Not naming names....... but rest assured there was appalling behavior.

14. Where did most of your money go?

See #11, lol.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

School. But I won't make that mistake again. I think school is bad for me mental healths. But we stay silly.

16. What song will always remind you of 2024?

The entire Arcane soundtrack.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you: (a) happier or sadder? (b) thinner or fatter? (c) richer or poorer?

SADDER FATTER POORER

the holy trifecta 😎👍

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?

Make money.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?

Doubt and despair.

20. How did you spend Christmas?

Went back home. My second oldest sister was with her in-laws on Christmas Day, so we shifted our Christmas to the 26th. So, on the actual day of, I was just kind of chilling with my folks, we had lasagna, watched The Holiday, and played some games.

21. Did you fall in love in 2024?

Oh yeah, always falling in love babey.

22. What was your favorite TV program?

Arcane, Blue Eye Samurai, Dungeon Meshi, What We Do in the Shadows, Law and Order: SVU were my lifeblood. Also rewatched Danny Phantom. Started a lot of good shows I'm yet to finish--literally took a TV history class and I have a huge To Watch list.

23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

(weary sigh) No, I'm not cut out to hate people.

24. What was the best book you read?

Honestly, most of my reading was academic this year so I didn't finish many books. But House of Leaves was pretty wild and fun. That is one of maybe 3 books I finished this year ahahahaha.

25. What was your greatest musical discovery?

I didn't "discover" Will Wood this year but I finally gave in and listened to more of his discography, discovered many bangers, which is how he ended up as my #2 on Spotify Wrapped.

26. What did you want and get?

Feedback on my art. Got to go home during summer which was nice too.

27. What did you want and not get?

Better. Wait, is that too general of an answer?

28. What was your favorite film of this year?

The Wild Robot.

29. What one thing made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

Not dying?

30. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2024?

Whatever doesn't have holes in it (and some things that have less obvious holes too)

31. What kept you sane?

Friends.

32. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

Well, I support that guy who shot that insurance CEO... Don't know if I'd go as far as 'fancy' though.

33. What political issue stirred you the most?

God... I don't know. I feel like the world is a ton of bricks and we're getting pelted by it all the time. And it was fucking election year, and look how that turned out...... but I will try not to fall into despair.

34. Who did you miss?

I miss my bro-in-law :(

35. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2024.

I learned something big and important but I can't remember how I articulated it. I've been having issues with self-worth, and often I fall back to old failures to make things worse, and I've learned that focusing too much on failure doesn't just prevent more failure, it prevents any movement at all including progress or success. So, I've been doing better with that.

So, I guess I've been learning to let things go more.

36. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.

I had the perfect lyric for this but I can't remember what song it was anymore. It was like literally one random line in a song.... gr... this will bother me. If I think of it, I'll let everyone know and update it.

For now you can have this:

[riftdancing]

Second Question. Siyoh Mari. She grew up in Doma? She aided the revolution? Did she stay after it failed? Was she there the entire time of the occupation? If so how did she survive? How does she feel about the people that didn't stay?

There's an implication of secret there, so feel free not to share that if there is one.

Oh no worries! I am quite open about Siyoh's history. She is a very proud and patriotic Doman!

So Siyoh's Mother, Aanya, was Thavnarian born and raised and her Father, Sasja, was Doman born and raised. They met in Thavnair while Sasja was trading goods from Doma. Basically he spied Aanya entertaining in the markets with her Dancing, and immediately fell head over heels for her.

He extended his stay in Thavnair so he could court her for a few weeks, visiting her frequently in the Markets before he finally worked up the courage to ask her on a date. She said yes, and the rest is history.

After exchanging vows they settled down in Doma with Sasja's family. But, when Aanya was pregnant with Siyoh the two migrated back to Thavnair for a short while to be with Aanya's family, which is where Siyoh was born.

Shortly after her birth, Sasja and Aanya moved back to Doma which is why Siyoh is technically Thavnarian despite being raised almost entirely in Doma. Only almost because she visited Thavnair frequently with her Dad on his trade routes to see her Mother's side of the family, including her great grandmother who is actually Vieran!

That being said, both cultures are equally important to her, she still needed to choose a Nationality. Because she was raised mostly in Doma, Siyoh would consider herself an Immigrant who chose Doma for her home. To which she considers herself Doman over Thavnarian.

Growing up, Siyoh never knew a free Doma. She was raised during the Garlean occupation and her parents, while still playing by the Empire's rules, would school her at night in their own beliefs of freedom. Luckily for Siyoh, she had two very loving parents who had the luxury of being able to shelter their Daughter from some of the Occupation's hardships.

Part of this was due to the community Sasja had fostered within his nation. I've talked about Azuma being Siyoh's life-long best friend because the pair were raised together. Azuma's Father and Siyoh's were like found family brothers. Their families took care of each other. In exchange for baked goods from Aanya's bakery Azuma's Father trained Siyoh in the ways of martial arts. To this day she is incredibly talented with a blunt pole arm.

But, Siyoh didn't really feel the effects of the Occupation until she was old enough to be considered an adult. Siyoh grew up aiding her Mother in the bakery. Aanya is one of Siyoh's biggest culinary influences and part of the reason she's so passionate about cooking is because it makes her feel close to her deceased Mother. So her teenage years were spent learning how to bake and aiding her Mother in various chores about the family establishment. Especially when her Father would have to leave home for long trade routes.

If you've ever made your own bread before, you know it can be a tricky business. There are many things out side of your control that can effect the whole process, and you can't always predict exactly how your bread will rise or bake. Which is why back in medieval England an extra 'insurance' loaf was necessary. Today we've come to know it as a 'baker's dozen'. There are a few theories as to why a baker's dozen became 13, but the most widely accepted one has to do with avoiding a beating. In medieval England there were laws that related the price of bread to the price of the wheat used to make it. Bakers who were found to be "cheating" their customers by overpricing undersized loaves were subject to strict punishment, including fines or flogging. Even with careful planning it is difficult to ensure all of your baked goods will come out the same sized. So, for fear of accidentally coming up short, they would throw in a bit extra to ensure they'd be spared a surprise flogging later.

As a writer I was horrifically inspired by this idea for Siyoh's first cruel experience with the Empire. It occurred one day when a high-ranking Garlean officer stopped in to sample their confections and made a big stink about being sold short. Unfortunately, fresh into her adulthood and manning the shop for her Mother who was preparing more confections in the back, Siyoh caught the bulk of his ire.

To make it known no Garlean would ever be sold short in their particular market, Siyoh was brought out front and made an example of. The man had her ear nailed to the door of their shop, so that next time she might better listen to perceive his wants. Once he had left she was so mortified by the experience that instead of waiting for the nail to be remove, she tore her own ear from it.

To this day she still has a crescent notch in her ear from where it scarred. You can see it in almost all of the artwork I've doodled of her.

These days she often adorns it with earrings or piercings. A way of reclaiming the trauma which was inflicted upon her that day.

Siyoh also lost both of her parents during the Occupation. In the same night even. Both Siyoh and Azuma's families had always secretly opposed the occupation. By night Sasja was constantly working to meddle with Garlean tradelines while Aanya inspired the youth around her to be brave enough to one day stand up to the Empire.

But a secret only remains a secret as long as it's kept, and one night the Empire would come calling. Luckily for Siyoh, she had been spending the night with Azuma's family. But her parents were caught, and she would never see them again post that night.

Worse off, Siyoh still has no idea what happened to them. She returned home after spending the night with Azuma to find neither Mother nor Father home, and their house left looking as if they'd left in a rush. Anya's hand pulled soba noodles were still only half made resting on a bowl on the counter. An image that still haunts Siyoh to this day, despite running a Noodle Bar out of their old bakery building.

But this left Siyoh mostly defenseless. For a while she tried manning the bakery by herself. She was hardworking, determined to uphold the honor and respect of her hardworking parents and the wealth of their establishment. But the Empire just kept calling. And more specifically, one officer in general. The one who had nailed her ear to the door.

I won't go into detail, because I would have to trigger warning the hell out of this post. But Siyoh suffered a lot of abuse at the hands of this particular one man. And it wasn't until Azuma's Father was able to smuggle her to Kugane and onto a ship headed for Limsa Lominsa, that Siyoh was able to escape him.

Unfortunately, that ship wrecked just outside the Isle of Umbra, and after bashing her head against a rock before washing ashore, Siyoh (much like Mihli) lost the majority of her memories.

Thankfully she met a sweet Thavnarian woman there ( @thavnairian-mist's character As'htola Amari) who took her in and nursed her back to health and sanity. As'htola became somewhat of an adopted Mother to Siyoh who she still writes to and visits on occasion when her trade routes lead her the right way. (Siyoh also wound up with a bunch of adopted siblings who she loves DEARLY - As'htola's kids)

Of course once she remembered who she was and where she came from, the bells of the revolution were just beginning. And they tolled her return to Doma. Siyoh was reunited with Azuma there and the pair played their part in the revolution by aiding those who fought, as well as Siyoh waging her own fight there.

...and that's how she survived the occupation.

Being someone that technically fled towards the end, she has no hard feelings to the others who fled to Eorzea as refugees. After all, Azuma also fled and wound up in Mor Dhona. Those people were only doing what they could to survive. In fact, she has a lot of sympathy for Doma and her people as they have weathered many hardships under the Garlean Empire.

But more interestingly, Siyoh has no prejudice towards the Garlean People as a whole. This comes with her own experiences. The officer I mentioned earlier had taken her to Garlemald on more than one occasion where she met more than just the soldiers who had bullied her and her family. Through this she noted that not all Garleans were the same. That some where good and kind people, with different beliefs and even oppositions to the empires choices (as we saw in Stormblood.)

Siyoh is able to separate her abusers from their race and nationality as a whole. That one abuser is not the reflection of his entire people. And while she knows more than one was abusive, she also accepts that there is more than one good Garlean out there (for instance, Jullus pyr Norbanus in the MSQ).

And I really admire that about her.

Fun fact: During the Empire Siyoh's full name was actually Siyohei aan Mori

Also one of the write prompts from a previous year very lightly hinted at some of the abuse and anxiety she felt during the occupation. You can read it here if you're interested.