#bres new blog

[strawberrywonz]

Your mine, aren't you?

🧸 :: Genre : Yandere Jungwon x AFAB Reader

PS: Reader uses she/her pronouns !

Wrd count ? : 858 wrds (shorter than i wanted it to be but this was kind of rushed because of my studies ! 😞)

>< :: Contains : Manipulation (Jungwon manipulates reader to beg for his cock even though she says its not gonna fit) , Obsessive behavior towards reader at the end and readers also obsessed with jungwon , Jungwon is rude but is really really inlove with reader , Jungwon refers to reader as little girl , name calling : stupid , silly , and gets compared to a whore but only once , Jungwon calls reader filthy and nasty , Jungwon kidnapped reader , THIS CONTAINS SMUT

🧋:: Smut warnings : Really rough sex , Breeding kink , Jungwon is huge and reader is small , Jungwon has a big dick , size kink , pussy slapping , Jungwon spits in readers mouth and on her cunt , cunnilingus , cream pie , squirting , Overstimulation , Jungwon calls reader little girl more than once , lmk if I missed anything else !

🤍 :: Now playing : Step on me - TheCardigans

Monday morning. Light shining down in your eyes and you're boyfriend's sleeping figure, Jungwon. You sit up and lightly shake him awake not wanting to anger him as soon as he wakes up.

"Jungwon? Wake up please" You say lightly, but he doesn't budge instead he stays asleep. "Jungwon please wake up" you start to tear up, a single tear falling from your eye and onto his soft cheek. He stirs in his sleep feeling the wetness pour onto his cheek feeling a little disturbed, he opens his eyes to see you crying.

"What are you crying for now little girl? Its not even 9:00 in the morning. Stupid silly little girl" he says wiping the wetness you created on his face away. "I-im not stupid!" you immediately reply back almost screaming at him pushing his shoulder a little,"Getting bold now aren't we little girl? Huh you wan' act so big and tough?". He fires back looking you dead into your eyes, you stare back as he leans forward into you. He grips your face and leans into your ear, "Remember little girl you're mine. Ill do anything I please to your little body." He says out to you, your frozen stuck in that posture not knowing what to say to him.

As he leans closer into your small figure he grips onto your neck, his long veiny fingers gripping onto your neck so he restricts some air from your body. He tilts your head back, "Open your mouth and stick your tongue out little girl.", you oblige and do what he says, sticking out your tongue and opening your mouth. "Fucking filthy" he whispers with a shit eating grin on his face, finally he gathers a wad of spit from his mouth and spits it into your mouth. "Fucking nasty, you like it huh? Being so fucking nasty for me? Yeah?" You grip onto his biceps through his shirt.

"M'not filthy!" you sputter back to him. "Yeah, you're not? Then why are you sticking your tongue out like a whore eager to feel my spit go down your throat huh?" He says pushing you down onto your back so you're laying down. He snakes his hand down to your cunt n you're practically dripping, "You're not filthy? You're s'wet only from me spitting in your mouth"

He rubs your clit from outside your pink little underwear, smirking when you squirm and whine. He slides your panties to the side and lowers his head spitting on your cunt, and sliding one of his fingers into your tight little pussy. "J-jungwon! Ngh i-it feels good!" You moan out your cunt squeezing around his fingers as he adds another digit inside of your hole. "It feels good? Yeah little girl?" he asks you, you immediately shake your head as he smacks ur cunt and after he gives it two smacks and as soon as your about to release he abruptly stops and manhandles you into doggy style. "J-jungwon s'not gonna fit!" You whine out feeling his mushroom tip of his thick and long dick running up against your entrance and also at your loss of orgasm.

"S'not gonna fit? I'll make it fit." he says pushing his mushroom tip inside of your tight little hole. "You want it little girl? Beg for it." And that's exactly what you do. You beg and whine until he stops you in the middle of your whining and fully slams hist thick cock inside of you, "Jung-won!". You stutter out his name, the feeling of the tip of his cock hitting your cervix has you crying. Feeling so good that you cum within seconds. "Already cumming little girl? I thought you could last a l-little longer." He says his hips stuttering you could tell that hes close too, but the overstimulation has you reaching your hands back and pushing his hips back. "Stop running from my dick n'jus take it little girl." he ruts into you pulling you back to your spot and continues to ram into you, finally his load fills your cunt and your thighs are shaking.

"Little girl wants to talk big and tough until she gets fucked dumb. Look at you so small and fragile cant even handle my cock." he chuckles out still ramming inside of you but he stops after a minute feeling himself get overstimulated, but as soon as he's about to pull out you squirt all over his bottom half soaking him. "Fuck little girl, you're squirting on my dick?" he goes to pull out but you hold him tight. "Please d-dont pull out..I want to stay next to you.." "Yeah you want to stay next to me? Even though i kidnapped you? Held you here against your will? Fuck you even tried to escape last Friday." he chuckles.

"Please don't let go.." You whisper. He looks at you then he wraps his arms around your small torso.

Next time you wont ever leave not when you can stay with him.

And next time, he wont be so friendly about you trying to escape after all your his right? You'll stay with him forever.

[fangirleaconmigo]

I've been going through some of your posts about Geralt and Dandelion's friendship in the books recently because... well I'm back in my book/game phase I guess and I really wanted to know if there are any other Dandelion friendships you like from the books and why? Like him and Zoltan or with the other Hansa etc? [Personally I'm a big fan of what little we see of him with Regis and it always makes me weepy that he wrote a biography about him in the games and fondly remarks abt him smelling like herbs all the time]

Awww yayy thanks for spending some time on the ol blog. I absolutely love this question. I don't get to talk enough about Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, and his relationship with Dandelion (for the newbies, that is Jaskier's name in the books) is so lovely.

Dandelion and Friendships

For those who are just joining us, Tea is talking about my series about Geralt and Dandelion's friendship in the books.

I have also written posts about Dandelion's friendships with Ciri and Zoltan:

Dandelion and Ciri

Dandelion and Zoltan

And for this post, I'll focus on Regis and Dandelion's friendship, which I absolutely love.

Dandelion and Regis Friendship (books)

What really strikes me about Regis and Dandelion, is just how patient and kind Regis is with Dandelion. Sometimes it is almost like he’s dealing with a child he cares about. Considering Regis’s age (over four centuries old), Dandelion (approx in his thirties when they meet) IS a child. 

On top of that, Dandy’s personality is rife with traits often associated with kids:

insatiable curiosity to the point where he endangers his own life, (when they go into the forest or sea, Geralt has to essentially, follow right behind him like you would a toddler),

hyper enthusiasm about every discovery he makes, (he whispers in awe when he sees mandrake for the first time, that’s just how he reacts to everything new)

his inability to censor himself or stop asking questions even when everyone else wants him to shut up (he will ask until he understands, no matter the social cues happening)

the way he will act incredibly transparent and awkward while thinking he is being subtle and smooth

Perhaps that is why Regis seems to be so indulgent of him. And somehow their personalities just fit naturally.

Regis’s most annoying trait is to lecture people at length like a professor and cut people off who are asking a question, since he is too eager to answer it. The vampire loves to hold forth on a topic.

Dandelion’s annoying trait (one of many, bless, we know he can't keep it in his pants either) is to ask questions incessantly. In that way, they really kind of fit together. 

Geralt loses patience when Dandelion is being socially inappropriate by asking too many questions. Geralt really values discretion and manners.

Regis is more willing to spend time explaining things and to open up.

Early in the hansa's time together, (before he manages to surprise folks several times over) Dandelion is often seen as the one who is in way over his head. Everyone else is a warrior or a soldier. Dandelion is the soft one. To add to the indignity, Geralt is angry at him during Baptism of Fire because Dandelion keeps forcing him to make friends (well, to ask for help)

Yet Regis, the new guy, is the one who always makes sure Dandelion isn't embarrassed or ashamed.

Here’s a few examples.

When Dandelion is given a bloody head wound by an arrow, the poet is howling and shrieking. He thinks he's dead already. He is not a stoic man. It is played comedically, but Geralt is also legitimately terrified that he will lose Dandelion. That bit is not played comedically.

But given the circumstances, the rest of them could be forgiven for rolling their eyes at the poet's dramatics.

But Regis (who is treating his wounds as the resident barber surgeon) does not.

Regis speaks to him so soothingly, and kindly. (I am omitting the Geralt dramz because I will get off topic lol)

Dandelion groaned and took a sharp intake of breath....

“I’ll put in a few stitches,” Regis said...”Be brave, Dandelion.”

Dandelion was brave.

“Almost done here,” Regis said, setting about bandaging the victim’s head. “Don’t you worry, Dandelion, you’ll be right as rain. The wound’s just right for a poet, Dandelion. You’ll look like a war hero, with a proud bandage around you head, and the hearts of the maidens looking at you will melt like wax. Yes, a truly poetic wound....”

And when it is revealed that Regis is a vampire, and Dandelion is afraid of him, Regis is incredibly patient and kind about the whole thing. He does not take offense. Geralt does! (Ironic, considering Geralt ran Regis off, but Geralt, bless, is dealing with a clusterfuck of feelings about the vampire and everything else going on in his life.)

But yes, after Geralt tells Dandelion about Regis, Dandelion is scared, and wants to seek reassurance. But the poet (unbeknownst to him it seems) is awkward and bad at it. He tries to bring up the issue with the subtlety of a sledge hammer.

Dandelion...deciding to clear up the uncertainty..began as soon as they set off. With his usual tact.

(I like that. His usual tact. Meaning, zero tact lmaoooooo.)

“Milva,” he suddenly called as they were riding, sneaking a glance at the vampire as they were riding, sneaking a glance at the vampire. “...I fancy eating a hunk of real meat for a change! How about you, Regis?”

Yeah. Real subtle Dandelion.

“I beg your pardon?’ the vampire said, lifting his head from the horse’s neck. 

“Meat!” the poet repeated emphatically. “...fancy some fresh meat?”

“Yes, I do.”

“And blood. Would you like some fresh blood?”

“Blood?” Regis asked, swallowing. “No. I’ll decline the blood. But if you have a taste for some, feel free.”

Geralt, Milva and Cahir observed an awkward, sepulchral silence.

I love that. Awkward sepulchral silence. Dandelion causes a lot of those. But Regis does not dismiss him or laugh. He reassures him.

“I know what this is about, Dandelion,” Regis said slowly, “And let me reassure you. I’m a vampire, but I don’t drink blood.”

The silence became as heavy as lead. But Dandelion wouldn’t have been Dandelion if he had remained silent.

But Dandelion wouldn’t have been Dandelion if he had remained silent. (sorry I am laughing every other line at this part)

“You must have misunderstood me,” he said, seemingly lightheartedly. “I didn’t mean-”

“I don’t drink blood,” Regis interrupted. “...I gave it up.”

Dandelion doesn’t know what that means and keeps pestering Regis to explain. Geralt is embarrassed and tells Dandy to shut up.

However, Regis opens up around the camp fire that night. He tells his life story, and says he hasn’t drank blood in fifty years. Dandelion is incredulous. 

“Not at all?” Dandelion said, and stuttered. But his curiosity got the best of him. “Not at all? Never? But...?”

Geralt is embarrassed again and shuts him down again. Regis, by contrast, is patient and defends Dandelion.

“I beg your pardon,” the poet grunted.

“Don’t apologize,” the vampire said placatingly, “And Geralt, don’t chasten him. I understand his curiosity.”

Baptism of Fire 291-295

That's right. Don't chasten him Geralt.

Regis and Dandelion also just have a wonderful dynamic of picking on each other.

Dandelion teases Regis about his long ass name.

And Regis has a great time teasing Dandelion lovingly. In one scene, Geralt and Regis team up to pick on Dandelion and the secretive way he treats his writing. Dandelion has stolen some paper and pencil from a Lyrian military convoy and is writing whenever they make camp, but gets testy whenever anyone gets near him or looks at his manuscript.

Geralt is good-naturedly giving Dandelion a hard time and Regis jumps in with such adorable relish. (Also, in this scene, we find out that Regis actually named Dandelion's memoirs)

"Indeed," the witcher joined in...."You've become devilishly touchy, Dandelion. One cannot fail to notice that it is somehow connected to the paper which you have recently begun to deface with a bit of lead while we camp." “It’s true,” Regis agreed, “our minstrel has become touchy, not to say secretive, discreet, and loving of solitude recently. Oh no, having witnesses when performing his natural needs doesn't bother him at all...His shameful secrecy and oversensitivity to being watched extends solely to his scribbled notes. Is, perhaps, a poem being written in our presence? A rhapsody? And epic? A romance? A canzone?”

He's like, you don't care who sees you piss and shit, but oh this you care about. lol. Tell us about the poem. But Geralt objects.

“No,” Geralt retorted...”I know him. It can’t be verse, because he’s not cursing, mumbling, or counting the syllables on his fingers. He’s writing in silence, so it must be prose.”

“Prose!” The vampire flashed his pointed fangs - which he really tried not to do. “A novel perhaps? Or an essay? A morality play? Dammit, Dandelion! Don’t torture us so! Reveal what you are writing?”

Dandelion says it is a memoir called Fifty Years of Poetry. Regis says that A Half Century of Poetry sounds better.

“Thanks, Regis, Something constructive at last.”

P 88 -90 The Tower of the Swallow

I admit I'm such a sucker (hehe no pun intended) for whenever Regis's fangs are mentioned, whether he is hiding them, baring them, or unselfconsciously showing them during a warm, silly moment with his friends. (Sobs, I love this vampire, seriously I need an intervention)

Regis also comforts Dandelion openly when the poet is doubting his courage or fitness for a task.

Later in the book, Geralt volunteers for a bloody job/violence for hire that terrifies Dandelion, so the poet protests the plan. Geralt insists he’ll do it alone.

But no! He has a hansa now! He won't be alone! Angoulême volunteers to go. Cahir says he’s coming with as well. Then Milva insists she is coming.

Dandelion freezes.

It would be like the LOTR ‘and my bow and my axe’ yadda yadda scene, but if there was one person left and when it got to them, everyone turned around and looked and they are just standing there frozen like....motherfuck this is scary idk idk wtf do I do. And the way this next paragraph is written, it pleases me.

Dandelion...was evidently struggling with his thoughts. And the thoughts were winning.

lmaooo

And Regis jumps in "kindly." He shows solidarity with Dandelion, and takes the heat by calling himself a coward.

“Stop meditating, poet,” Regis said kindly. For there’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re even less cut out to participate in a bloody swordfight than I am. We weren’t taught to carve up our neighbors with a blade. Furthermore...furthermore..,” he raised shining eyes towards Geralt and Milva, “I’m...a coward,” he confessed curtly.

They keep arguing amongst themselves because Geralt believes they have been spied on. And Regis is just...always soft with Dandelion. When Dandelion starts guessing about who is spying on them, and is beginning to ramble incorrectly,

“You’re mistaken, Dandelion,” Regis softly interjected.

The Tower of the Swallow p 182

It's Regis's gentleness that just fuckn kills me. That's always the character that's gonna get me right between the ribs with a shank. (Metaphorically, Regis is too gentle for that)the one that lives in a horror filled, violent, cruel world and is still just kind, even to the loud, awkward, soft, obnoxious poet who is in over his head and is afraid you'll bite him in his sleep and who shrieks when he is wounded.

Geralt and Dandelion are so sassy and old/married with each other, deeply, proudly loving in actions, but always bickering.

It's sweet to see Dandelion have a friendship like the one he has with Regis.

It is so nice to hear that the games continued his love of Regis. (I haven't played them, so I get my info about them from you guys XD)

So thanks again for following me and for the ask! I hope I've done ok answering. I also love Dandy's dynamic with Nenneke and ofc Yen, but I'll stop there.

Hope your week goes really well. x

[nurse-buckley]

Whumptober Day 7

Title:

Prompt: Written for anon but I changed it up a little. Maybe Buck and Eddie go out for drinks and when they leave, heading to their cars, they find reader in the alleyway next to the bar. Possibly mugged and not fully conscious. They start to come around and kind of cower away at first but then realizes they’re helping and clings to them like a lifeline. They go to the hospital and get a better introduction after they’ve been treated and are more alert.

Word Count: 1,489

Characters: Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Reader.

Pairing: Eddie Diaz and Evan Buckley x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: mugging, attacks and violence.

Summary: Your night off with Buck and Eddie turns to disaster when you're attacked at a bar. Written for day seven of @whumptober for the prompt "alleyway" but it also fits in with "can you hear me?"

Tags: @firemedicdiaz @winterreader-nowwriter @iamasimpingh0e @dayrin085 @hauntedmilkshakeghost @floralbuckleys @alexxavicry @cm1031sr​ 

Authors notes: beta'd by the fabulous @firemedicdiaz thank you so much love! Again, I said this yesterday but I really don't make a habit of writing anon requests. Please if you have something you want to request but don't want to be known message me and I can just omit your blog name when I post.

After a long shift, you, Buck and Eddie had decided to head out to the bar. You were all looking forward to a night off to unwind and play a few rounds of pool or darts with a couple of drinks and some good music. 

As the night wore on you began to feel a little overwhelmed by the noise and crowds of the bar, excusing yourself to get some air. The quiet and cool night atmosphere was welcoming as you walked away from the crowded bar. 

Little did you know, the night was about to take a terrifying turn. You had just passed the dimly lit alleyway that ran alongside the bar when two figures emerged from the shadows. Before you could react, the pair lunged forward and dragged you backwards into the alley. Your muffled shout for help was drowned out by the music and commotion from the bar.  

Panic surged through you as they roughly shoved you against the wall. One of the men leaned forward and slammed your hand into the wall to get you to release your phone before he tossed it to his accomplice. The same man then tore the bag from your shoulder, rooting through it to find anything of value. 

You thought their attack would end there, once they realized you didn’t have much to hand over, but unfortunately it didn’t. The attackers, obviously not satisfied with their gains, continued their attack as they took their aggression out on you. Your cries echoed through the night, being drowned out by the sound of the LA nightlife that left the rest of the world oblivious to the attack. 

Your vision blurred as your body was roughly slammed  into the wall once more, causing your head to crack against brick with a sickening thud. Your two attackers watched as your body slumped to the pavement, leaving your body bruised and battered, unconscious on the cold ground of the alleyway as they fled the scene.  

Inside the bar, Buck and Eddie grew concerned at your prolonged absence. “Shouldn’t they be back by now?” Buck asked. 

Eddie pulled out his phone, not noticing any new notifications from you informing him that you’d decided to call it a night. Eddie chewed on his lip with anxiety, “yeah…let’s go.”  

The pair threw a couple of bills down on the bar and abandoned their drinks to begin their search for you. They were walking along the street away from the bar when they heard the sounds of a struggle. As they walked nearer to the alley, they just about made out the figures of two men running away. When they rounded the corner, their hearts almost stopped as they saw a body slumped on the ground. 

There laid your unconscious and beaten body. Eddie skidded to his knees as he knelt beside you, his heart pounding as he pressed two fingers to your neck to feel for a pulse. The pair held their breath until Eddie uttered the words Buck had hoped to hear, “I've got a pulse.” 

The pair shared a sigh of relief at his discovery.  

“Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me?” A voice cut through the haze as you felt pressure on your neck causing your eyes to flutter open. 

As you became more aware of your surroundings, you caught sight of two figures standing over you and in your disorientated state you thought the men had come back for you. Fear overtook you as you started to lash out, swatting the hand from your neck away as you sat up, trying to back up against the wall in your attempt to get away. 

Rough hands caught yours causing your panic to rise further until you heard a familiar voice. “No, Y/N. It’s us. It’s Buck and Eddie,” Eddie’s voice was urgent but gentle. 

“We’ve got you. You’re safe now,” Buck added. 

Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized you were safe and despite your injuries you threw yourself forward, clinging onto Eddie. “I thought they’d come back,” you sobbed into his shoulder. 

He could feel your body trembling with fear as he held you close. Buck’s hand came to rest on your back and with the two of them there you felt yourself begin to calm. Buck and Eddie continued to hold you, providing words of comfort and warmth, grounding you as you began to process what had just happened. 

When he felt your breathing even out and sensed that you had calmed some, Eddie finally pulled away to get a closer look at your injuries. He handed Buck his phone, instructing him to hold the flashlight over you as he began his assessment. 

The bright light illuminated your face, revealing your swollen features and the extensive bruising that had begun to form from the attack. 

“I’m just going to have a feel of your neck and back, let me know if there’s any pain,” he informed as he expertly ran his hands down the back of your head. 

You hissed as he pressed on a particularly tender spot. He pulled away, his concern only growing when his fingers came away sticky with blood. 

“Sorry,” he apologized with a tight lipped smile, “I’m just going to have a look here as well,” he said as he picked up your hands, inspecting the grazes from where you’d fallen. 

“Have you got any other pain? Any pain in your chest or stomach?”  

You took a deep breath, pausing when a sharp pain ripped through your torso, “yeah, it hurts when I breathe,” you admitted with a wince.   

He looked at Buck, the pair exchanging a concerned look before he turned back to you, “Y/N, I’m going to call an ambulance for you.” 

“No!” Your panic began to rise once more, “I-I don’t want to go to the hospital. I don’t want to involve the police. I just want to go home. P-please just take me home,” you begged the pair, tears streaming down your face. 

“I know you don’t want to, but your injuries are serious and we need to get you checked out.” 

“Please, can we just go home? You can check me over there,” you continued, trying to convince him. 

Buck stepped in, “I know it’s scary and it's the last thing you want but we need to make sure you’re okay and an ambulance is the best way to do that. We won’t leave you, promise.” 

You hesitated for a moment, torn between just wanting to go home and letting them call the ambulance for you. Deep down you knew it was the best option so you finally nodded, your voice barely a whisper as you agreed, “okay…call them.” 

“Thank you,” Eddie squeezed your hand as he nodded for Buck to call for help. 

Buck dialed the number and explained the situation, requesting the help you so desperately needed. After he’d finished with 911 he hung up and called Bobby and Athena, informing them of what happened and knowing you’d be more comfortable with Athena than a police officer you didn’t know.  

The wailing of sirens approached in the distance, signaling the arrival of the paramedics who were quickly at your side. You could feel your anxiety begin to grow as you saw them approach. 

Eddie and Buck remained nearby as the paramedics began their assessment, carefully examining your injuries and stabilizing your condition. As they prepared to move you, you reached out your hand for the pair, your voice trembling.   

“Don’t leave me,” you whispered. 

“We’re not going anywhere,” he promised. 

The medics allowed them to travel with you, recognising them from another rescue and understanding your reluctance to be alone. 

Buck and Eddie walked beside you, never leaving your side as you were loaded onboard and began your journey towards the hospital and towards healing. 

[rainmustfallts4]

One day, you’ll fly (short story)

New Note: Here is another story that I wrote back in 2023 as part of my 'uploading old stories from my old wordpress blog' project lol I wonder if I should have uploaded these in order hmmm Original Note: It’s not normal to submit two different entries for MSSS, but I just had both of these ideas and couldn’t resist. Thank you, Min, for letting me submit both! I feel like this one is much nicer than the first. Also a huge thank you to the amazing creator whose house I used in this story: – Newcrest Starter by SimsOnlineCom

Theme: Take Flight

Challenge/Month: Monthly Simlit Short Story/April 2023

Genre: Friendship, animals, fluff

Word Count: 861 words

Sprinkles slowly approached the kitchen counter, feeling more intimidated the closer he got.

Why was it so tall? He didn’t understand why it had to be so tall.

His older brother, Zeus, easily jumped from one counter to the next, seeming to soar through the air with ease.

Why couldn’t Sprinkles also do that? He just didn’t understand. He had tried multiple times, but he failed every single time. Zeus made it seem so simple but, to Sprinkles, it was the hardest thing he’s ever done.

Zeus glanced over the counter, watching as his younger brother paced around the island.

Curious, he jumped down in front of the smaller feline, head tilted to the side. “What are you doing, squirt?”

“I’m not a squirt!” replied Sprinkles with a scoff.

Zeus hummed. “Were you sizing up the counter again?”

“No…”

“You’re worrying too much about it. You’ll be able to jump that high one day, just be patient.”

“What do you know?!” hissed the smaller of the two, his back arched. “It’s been months and I’m no closer, but you can do it so easily! You’ve always been able to jump so easily with your long legs. It’s not fair!”

“Calm down,” Zeus told him softly, lightly tapping the kitten on his nose. “Here, why don’t we practice your jumping?”

“Practice?” he tilted his head to the side in confusion. “How?”

“It’s simple! Just jump in place as high as you can. Let’s go on three, okay?”

“I don’t see how that’s gonna help… but okay.”

“One… two… three!”

Together, the two cats jumped into the air. Sprinkles didn’t make it very high because of his tiny legs and Zeus only made it a bit farther because he had held back, not wanting to make his brother feel worse than he already did.

“You’re doing great! Once more!”

This time, it was just Sprinkles who jumped.

“Oh ho ho, look at you go! You got a bit more height on that one.”

“Did I really?”

“Yes!” Zeus held up his paw, a grin on his face. “High paw, little bro!”

Despite himself, little Sprinkles smiled back, high pawing his older brother.

For hours, the tiny kitten practiced his jumping, marking his progress with a claw mark to the side of the counter. His jumps were not getting higher, though. If anything, he was finding it harder to reach the same height consistently.

Little Sprinkles finally gave up, running into the bedroom to hide under the bed, trying not to succumb to his feelings of inadequacy. Just like his attempts to reach the counter, it did not go well.

His brother’s words echoed in his mind.

One day, his brother had said.

But it had been a lot of days already and the kitten was no closer! Sprinkles was beginning to think that his brother had lied to him. He curled up into a ball beneath the bed, stuffing his face into his fur.

‘I’ll never be able to fly like Zeus can…’ he thought to himself as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

// One Year Later \\

Sprinkles was no longer the tiny kitten he once was. If anything, he was actually a bit bigger than his skinny older brother. That did little to boost his confidence or stifle his nerves as he stared up at the counter.

Zeus came up beside him with a grin. “You ready? Today is the day, I can just feel it!”

Sprinkles wasn’t so sure. Even less so as he watched his brother jump effortlessly onto the counter.

“You’ve got this! Just believe in yourself, little bro!”

Sprinkles took a few deep breaths to calm himself before he sat back, wiggling his butt before pushing off the ground. It felt as if he had grown wings and taken flight! He soared toward the counter with incredible speed.

When his paws finally touched the countertop, he released a yowl of happiness that made his owner nearly fall out of bed. “Oh my grim, I did it! Zeus, I did it!”

“See? I told you you could.” Proud of his baby brother, Zeus moved toward him with the intent of rubbing against him, but the young cat jumped back down before he could. “Eh? Where are you go – AH!”

In the blink of an eye, Sprinkles had jumped again, nearly tumbling right into the older cat. With his heart racing, Zeus moved himself to the edge of the counter, watching as his brother continued a seemingly endless loop of jumping onto the counter, then down and back again.

“I’ve created a monster…” Zeus muttered to himself before moving to the opposite end after nearly being clocked again by the excited feline.

Seeing that his brother’s back was to him, Sprinkles crouched down low against the surface of the counter, slowly approaching his brother.

In the blink of an eye, the younger had pounced on the older, his arms wrapped around Zeus’ neck as he bit down playfully. “Thank you so much, big bro! I couldn’t have done it without you!”

“Alright, alright!” Laughed Zeus as he tried to fight off the excitable young cat. “Just get offa me already, you’re heavy!”

[neptuniadoesstuff]

Hydra Dragon | (Miotopia: Scarlett Curse)

Was testing a new brush out that I got from a Bre video & I kinda have been using it for awhile now & kinda wanted to make smtn that was supposed to be in the art style the grub was in in Miitopia. So here's my own Grub. (Yes it's water, bcs frik you. Drink water, stoopid.)

Hydra Water:

No Stars: Just a simple drink of purified water, what else?

1 Star: Fizzy water that in a bigger bottle? Sign me up!

2 Stars: Flavored fizzy water that comes in 2? Who knew?

Theres also gonna be a 3 star/gourmet ver that's kinda a restaurant gimmick in this stupid fan sequel I created. (Yes Scarlett Curse is a fan sequel I created bcs why not) but that's for another time. (Yes every grub will have a 3 star/gourmet variant that only exists in town restaurants.)

This gets dropped by the Hydra Family. A family of enemies while being related to dragons, are also based on the microorganisms called Hydra. (This is gonna be a upcoming enemy in my fan Sequel)

Credits

Designs/Grubs were created by me.

Art is mine.

Program: IbisPaint

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my blog's pinned post clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PLEASE CREDIT ME!

[umbreonkinn197]

I may be stupid

Hey y'all!

Remember how I said I was new to Tumblr? Well apparently I accidentally made this a secondary blog instead of my primary one and can't really interact with anyone on it now-

So since I'm just starting out, I'm remaking this blog as a primary one, so everything is going to move over to that one! I'll repost my posts so far there when I get it done.

The only downside is that I'm going to lose all of your wonderful comments you left. Know that I saw and appreciated each and every one. I feel really welcome here, and I hope to get to know more of you.

Talk to you again soon!

- Bre

[marcusdoodlesalot]

How did you first get into Shadlink?

I'm so glad you asked. I was first introduced to Shadlink through the @ask-lu-wild (sorry for the tag) blog and kinda fell in love with it. Twilight Princess was always kinda a game I really, really wish I could have played and loved the story of, even watching a play through of it over and over again. Plus, I like when people make characters gay and make gay ships, it's always fun lmao

But what really solidified it for me as a favorite ship was reading @saiyuri-dahlia's (again, sorry for the ping) works, especially the works The History of Us (which, yes, I am re reading that for the millionth time) and Happiness Comes in Waves (which is one I think you would enjoy, Bre, if you ever want to try and get into it, if not, it's still a fun read)

Then, of course, I read pretty much every fic in the Link/Shad tag on AO3, which made me sad, as I kept rereading all the fics on there and it very rarely got updated with anything new, which, fair, it's a rare pair, not many people think of that red headed bird nerd too often.

But that's what got me writing Shadlink in particular. Not many people where writing Shadlink (especially in the Linked Universe fandom) and I desperately wanted more content so I decided to try my hand at it! Sure, it doesn't get too many reads, but at least I'm having fun!

Honestly that's one of the main reasons I started writing Good Enough. Partially to get more content, partially to try my hand at a multi chapter fic, partially because @tashacee (sorry, to everyone I tagged, sorry, really) told me I should (honestly, Thank you Tash for doing that, I've had so much fun writing this fic and I gained friends because of it, you're really awesome and thanks so much for letting me rant incoherently at you about it)

But yeah, if you like the idea of Gay Nerd and Gay Cowboy, it's a fun ship!

Thank you so much for the ask, if you couldn't tell, I love talking about those two nerds <3

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Sweet Wardlow moment, please? 🥰

We love a gentle giant moment 🥺

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @damnnhausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl

Krypto’s face rested against your hip as you cuddled him on the couch, the tv displayed an old Hanna-Barbera cartoon as your hand caressed from his snout to his neck. His soft snores were the indication that he was in a deep sleep. The rain poured heavy outside, making you lower the tv volume so you could enjoy the loud storm.

After a few minutes, you saw Michael coming to the living room from the corner of your eye, he plopped down on the couch to lay between your legs. He took your free hand and placed it on his hair as he rested his cheek against your breasts.

“What’s up?” You asked in a whisper in order to not wake Krypto up

“I want some snuggles too” Mike whined in a complaint before closing his eyes in full anticipation for your touch

“I cannot believe you’re jealous of my baby” You teased while you continued to caress the dog

Michael opened his eyes and pulled back to stare at you in disbelief “I’m your baby too! I need some love and care as much as Krypto does”

One thing people didn’t know about Michael was how much of a hopeless romantic he is. His love language is affection, he wants to feel needed, loves being babied, and needs a constant demonstration of affection to feel loved. At first, it was a challenge to adapt to this form of loving - since you didn’t feel that secure to show your most vulnerable and affectionate side - but Mike had a unique way of making you get out of your shell while still respecting your space, so it’s safe to say that he taught you how beautiful displaying your affection can be and since then you didn’t hold back showing how much you love him.

“Aww, my poor baby boy is feeling neglected” You cooed while he pouted and nodded. “I’m sorry, my love. Come here” You pulled his head back towards your chest and Michael rested his cheek against your breasts once again.

Your fingers ran through - his now much shorter - hair as a deep, satisfied sigh left his lips.

“You know, I think it’s very unfair how Krypto gets to have your caresses every day and I don’t” Mike mumbled on top of you

Your hand momentarily stopped stroking his hair “Mike…we’ve had this conversation before, baby”

“I know, muffin. But, c’mon” He pulled back once again so he could look into your eyes “Just think about it, please”

It’s been over six months now that Michael was trying to convince you to come on the road with him, and the more you said no, the more desperate and persistent he was getting. You took a deep breath in and began “Mike-”

“I miss you” He complained “We barely see each other, muffin. I miss being with you so much that it hurts. I miss your caresses, your hugs, and your kisses. I miss your body, your touch, I miss making love to you, cuddling you. I miss pulling you closer to me in bed every morning, and making out at night until we both fall asleep…I just want to come back to the hotel room every night knowing that we can take a shower together and order room service while cuddling on the bed with some dumb movie on”.

For a man that big, Mike certainly had a natural gift of looking so innocent, cute, and childlike. It made your heart hurt and it was almost impossible to deny him anything.

“I miss all of that too, baby. But what am I supposed to do? I have a job, one I can’t do from home, by the way. I can’t simply just throw everything up in the air and go on the road with you”

“Muffin, you hate your job! Look, money is not the problem, you can work with me. Be my manager, I can pay you and it’ll be like a regular job except that I’ll have you by my side every day”

“But what if we break up? I doubt you’ll still want your ex as a manager. And then what? You’ll still have your job and I’ll have a sack of shit” You chuckled but Mike remained serious. “What?” You asked once the scowl on his face grew deeper

“Did you just jinx our relationship?”

“What?! Mike, no!” You chuckled “I’m just asking something that should be taken into consideration”

“Uh, no!” He reprimanded “I’ll not take, I refuse to take that into consideration because we’re not gonna break up! Not now, not ever”

“Mike, that’s not very realistic of you, babe” You laughed

“Stop jinxing our relationship, muffin! What the fuck?”

You held back a chuckle at his annoyed toddler-like face and pecked his pouted lips with a soft kiss “I’m sorry” You laid one more kiss on his lips before caressing his hair “I’m not jinxing our relationship. I love you too much to jinx what we have”

Mike’s eyes gleamed with your last words, causing him to smile widely “Do you love me?”

“Yes, I do. Very much” You bopped his nose with your fingertip

“I love you more” Mike kissed your lips oh-so-sweetly before he asked, “So…does that mean you accept my job offer?” Hope laced his every word, and you felt your heart tighten at his hopeful tone.

“Tell you what, my vacation is in two weeks, so what about we test it out first? I’ll go with you on the road while I’m on vacation from work then if it works out I’ll accept it”

“Really? Do you promise?” Mike smiled widely

You nodded in agreement before he kissed your lips deeply. Mike pulled your bottom lip between his teeth before he growled “Why don’t we go upstairs so I can show you one of the perks of having me as your boss?”

[blubushie]

RANT/NSFT/SOME TRAUMA-DUMPING INCOMING

Sometimes I think about how I could just suddenly decide to make this a Sniper roleplay blog one day and not tell anyone and no one would notice because nothing would change.

"Yeah nah I'm out in New Mexico for a job–" I've already been to New Mexico for work. Expected.

"This month's target is–" Sometimes I do have specific targets. Sometimes I take bounties. Massive razorback that's already gored 2 sheep to death and wounded a third? Gonna pay me $500 to kill him? I'm on it. I'll bring the bastard's hide back in two days.

"Dad's yelling at me about my job again. Mum's begging me to come home. I've always been an other in my own country. I've never fit in. My own country doesn't want me." All me, baby.

There'd be no difference.

And sometimes people forget that this is my life. That I'm not a roleplay blog. Sometimes people kinda romanticise the whole bushman thing. They only see the upsides and don't see the downsides. I've been involved with some rough crowds. I'm damaged as a human being. I've done some bad things to survive. I'd done bad things because I wanted to. I've lost my head a few times too many. I've almost lost my life a few times more.

How do I look into my father's eyes and expect him not to see the person I've become? How do I hold my mother's hands and expect her not to see the blood on mine?

What people think my life is like—maybe that's my fault. Maybe I talk too much about the fun bits. Maybe I preach too highly of the stars, or the sunrises and sunsets, or the summer storms, or the beaches, or my encounters with the wildlife. Maybe I don't talk enough about how terrifying Australia can be. What it's like to wake up to the smell of smoke and be forced to outpace a bushfire with a smoking engine and a terrified, screaming dog next to you. How I'll wake up in the middle of the night to thunder in the Outback and I'll get Misty and leave because I'm not going to be caught in another tornado. How I've had my windscreen shattered with hail the size of billiard balls. How I've been chased up trees by angry pigs. How I've been caught in floods. What it's like to feel the moisture evaporate off your tongue as you die of dehydration. How I've been so thirsty I've drank my own urine. How I've been so hungry I've eaten dog kibble.

I can't read social situations. I'm autistic, so that's always been difficult, but I've lived in the bush since I was 19. I have spent most of my adult life without human contact. I've tailored myself to Australia's wildlife and that makes me act strange sometimes.

I piss in jars so I can pour them out near my camps to keep dingos away. I think I could take a dingo, but I'm not going to risk the safety of my dog.

I have a tendency to stare because when you stare at dingos and keep eye contact it's a territorial challenge. Stand your ground and they won't attack you. I find myself doing this to people that are no threat to me. It's the clerk at the servo, an old man at the shops, the lady across the street. I've been told it's creepy, and I can't help it.

I've forgotten how to act around people. I've built up this façade all my life to mask the autism because it's ostracised me, so I can appear more "normal," and it's funny how 15 years of masking can be thrown out the window by 3 years alone. Combine that with gradually going more and more feral over the past 3 years and is it any wonder why I can't hold conversations?

I don't smile with teeth because showing teeth to a predator is a challenge. I wake up at every little thing that goes bump in the night. In a house—a house, it's been years since I've lived in a building—sleeping out on the porch is the only way I can sleep. It works until someone drives past the street and I hear tyres and then I'm awake, and it's another half hour until my heart calms down enough to sleep again. I can slow my heartrate by force to get a good shot, but it doesn't work for waking up in a panic because I can't hold my breath long enough to make it work.

I have to sleep with a knife. Usually it's one. If I've had a rough day it becomes two or more.

There's things you see in the bush that change who you are as a person. Things you can't unsee. It's not all peaceful campfires and stargazing and pretty sunrises. There's things that are out there that people know are out there but no one talks about. That other people would call you crazy for saying you saw. Sometimes you'll meet an old blackfella in an Outback town who'll talk to you about it. Most won't, but every now and then there's one that will. It's no consolation. He'll just give you a name, something muttered under his breath that you probably don't catch and definitely can't pronounce, and he'll clap you on the back and tell you that it happens, and if he really likes you he'll give you a tinny and offer to shine your boots "to get the bush off." He'll act like he understands but then he'll turn to the bloke beside him, the one who's just listened in silence the whole time, and say "He's crazy" in words he doesn't know you understand.

Chihuahuas are popular in California. They sound like dingos, and I can't take my dog to the dog park.

I can't sleep. I wake up in cold sweats like I've been running a marathon. I dream of eyes watching me from the darkness, always the same dream. They get closer and I'm trying to keep some pitiful little fire going but it always goes out. I grab my torch, and the battery dies. I hear howls. I wake up. My dad's neighbour has huskies and they let the dogs out every morning at 5:30 on the nose and I can't sleep.

I don't know how to be intimate with people. My clothes stay on. My hat stays on. My sunnies stay on. I treat it like a job. I do my part, and I leave. I've never pursued someone. I've never approached someone first. I don't know what people see in me. I've never let someone kiss me, but I dream about it.

I can't sleep unless I have my back to something. I always have to face the door, see the door, when I'm in a building. I'm left-handed, so my left hand is always empty. I carry four knives on me at all times, or five if I'm in the bush and you count a machete.

Touch was never an issue with me before. Now it is. What few mates I have know not to stand behind me. I have to be approached like a horse--don't approach me from behind and if you do, make sure I know you're there.

I don't show emotion. I express it through touch—hands, or arms, or shoulders. I communicate love like I do with my dog, my best friend and my only companion. I feed her. I provide for her. I pat her head, I pat her back, I run my fingers through her fur, I share my meals with her. I hope she knows I love her. Matilda is my home, and I tend to her carefully. I wash her windows. I keep her petrol tank topped off. I keep her clean and tidy. I fix her flats myself, I never curse her when something goes wrong, I keep her parked in the shade when I can so her engine doesn't overheat. I hope she knows I love her. My rifle is my lifeline, and without her I am useless. I clean her every night, even if I don't use her. I buff out her scratches with a gentle hand, I handload the ammo she fires, I polish her walnut stock. I've memorised her serial number. I know her better than I know myself. She knows me better than I know myself. She's seen me at my worst and at my best. I hope she knows I love her.

I hit a low point last year. I saw a therapist in Melbourne for three weeks. I hate the cities. She wouldn't call me Blu. She called me by my legal name. Strike one. She asked me too many questions about my job, about where I go and what I do. "You said you live out in the bush. It's the 21st century. What are you doing out there that makes you flinch when a car backfires? That makes you so untrusting of people?" Strike two. "You have PTSD symptoms on par with a veteran who's seen combat," she said. "I want to refer you to a doctor who can get you on medication for your anxiety." I've been put on it before. I asked if it'd make my hands shake. I can't shoot with shaking hands. "Living in the bush isn't any way to live. You should sell your guns-" I hate that term, guns. She's a rifle. "-And move somewhere permanent. You should reacquaint yourself with society." Strike three. I never went back.

I can't communicate well through words. People forget that, or maybe they aren't aware to begin with. I'm a good listener, I've been told, but don't expect an articulate response.

Too many people think that trauma is just "something bad that happened to me." Bad things happen to everyone. Most people don't have any kind of trauma. Most people do not have PTSD.

It's one of those things that really bother me. It's usually just edgy teenagers going "oh I'm so traumatised" or just people on social media proclaiming their trauma when it's just "bad thing happened" and not actually trauma. It's been downplayed to a detrimental degree, to a point where any bad thing that happened is now trauma and so nothing is. This also applies to things like intrusive thoughts. I have intrusive thoughts. They're not random impulses like you hear people talking about on TikTok—they're obsessive, disturbing thoughts that you can't stop thinking about. That's what makes them intrusive. Oftentimes they include violence toward yourself or others. Sticking your hair in a bowl of pasta is a random impulse—it isn't an intrusive thought. Seeing someone walking down the street and picturing their dead body is.

One thing about actually having trauma is that you become really good at picking up when people actually have trauma or when they're just saying shit to be edgy and get a reaction out of you. Here's the tip: if they're constantly bringing up their trauma, fair chance they're lying. The thing about trauma is that it's traumatic. It's traumatic to remember, it's traumatic to think about, and you don't want to talk about it. You might bottle it up so much that you end up screaming into the void like I'm doing, or if you really feel safe with someone you might be willing to discuss it, but you don't talk about it unless it's really eating at you. You don't bring it up out of nowhere all the time to remind people of how traumatised you supposedly are. That's attention-seeking, edgy behaviour.

I had a mate dump some pretty heavy stuff on me without warning a few days ago, about some violent thoughts they said they have. That's another tipoff: people who actually have violent thoughts are ashamed of them. They don't talk about them unless very prompted, they don't bring them up out of the blue. I'd only been talking to this person for a month. They were the edgy type, but they're overall kind. I was edgy as a teenager too. I was hurting and I wanted someone to listen. I understand where they came from. I grew out of it, but I understand.

That said, I've got my own stuff going on in my life. Stuff that's happened to me that I don't talk about. Stuff I've done that I don't talk about. I've got my own secrets that I'll take to my grave. I don't have the mental capacity to really handle more. Sure, I can take some venting. I can even take some trauma dumping if you warn me first and don't blindside me with it. If I know someone well enough I can make the effort and try to figure out how to smooth things over, but most of the time I'm at a loss. I am not the person to come to for an emotionally compromising conversation. I am not a therapist.

I told them this and they laid into me. "Can't I tell my friend how I feel? I'm not a therapist either but I listen to people I care about." I reiterated that it's a discussion for a therapist and I'm not one. I was uncomfortable with this conversation. I told them I'm not good at handling emotional stuff. Their response?

"My advice? Fix that. No one will stick around with someone who can't even pretend to care. It took me a long time to learn but I did. I help even when I'm at my lowest. I listen and I care, or I pretend to." I've pretended my whole life. I'm tired of pretending. It's exhausting. "Whatever, you can't help people who don't want help."

People wonder why I don't open up, why I'm stone cold, and that's why. Because when you open up, people will use that shit against you. My job's taught me to be ruthless. I must fire true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will.

And sometimes there's a crack in that façade I've made. Sometimes the soft parts seep through like the solder in a bad weld. Sometimes it drips through my fingers, or my mouth, or my eyes. The difference is that in my line of work it's not something I can let people see. It's a weakness I can't afford to have. But I think the desire for companionship is human. To desire to be intimate, to form friendships, is to be human. My hands were made for holding more than rifles and cartridges. I have more of a purpose in this world than being an equaliser. I'm more than the weapon I've made myself to be.

But then I hear things like that. I hear the parting words of a mate I've lost—"With this attitude you will go on being alone in the bush"—and I wonder if I've already stopped being a person. If I've just solidified the other I've always felt I've been.

I think I lost my humanity a long time ago.

[its-yours-truly]

Introduction

What's up, boys, gurls, and non-binary squirrels! I'm Bre, and I run this blog because I got bored. I actually have a really old Tumblr called @rxinyvibes but for some reason I made a whole new Tumblr. Don't ask. I made that blog when I was like 11 <- I'm turning 15 on July 7 2024. Down below is some trivia about me and the rules for my blog.

Trivia

I am a content creator with a little over 300 subscribers ->

I'm a cancer zodiac!!

Not a Swiftie, but likes some of her music

Aspire to be a bakery owner and writer when I am older

I was in a pageant once. We don't discuss it.

I enjoy gaming

My favorite fandoms are MCYT, Ghostbusters, TMNT, Sonic, & ATSV

I craft. A lot.

Theater for life <3

Pro Life.

Pro Israel.

Right-Wing Conservative.

My other blogs: @asktobigrayson @ask-evelyn-rose @ask-walter-peck

Rules

I'm a minor, please do not private message me if you are over 18 calling me beautiful. I will block you.

I am a shitposter sometimes, so my posts and reblogs are random. I am not organized & consistent

I avoid politics as much as possible, so please do not bring them up. Politics splits people apart, and I'd hate for that to happen because we don't align politically.

I do not support abusers, or anyone under that alignment.

I make references sometimes.

Do not bully anyone on my page.

Don't send hate to anyone on my page.

Porn blogs DNI.

Pervers DNI.

Any horny adults DNI.

[strawberrywonz]

Okay hi everyone im back !! Bre is back okay !! Uhm i need ideas for a new fic so pls send in reqs or theres options !

[bre4yd]

Tis I! Bread! wahahahah!

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You can also call me:

* Breadpan

* Bre

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He/him for those curious

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I draw things when i can. I try to post atleast a drawing atleast once a month.

I draw whatever motivates me. Currently, its:

hermitcraft

the life series

anything fantasy with magic and stuff

Slice of life

angst

cute stuff

fluffies!! (the cute furry arts)

But thats not all I draw, so if you follow me for the minecraft fanart and i dont post it in a while I am sorry it means I am hyperfixated on something else or I am busy (Its either or both idk). Or its freaking artblock

Tags I use for my main posts:

#bre4yd art -> my art

#bre4d talks -> text posts

#bre4yd crumbs -> asks

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Keep in mind I am still fairly new to tumblr (and sharing my art in general) and i uhm kinda just use it to post art and see art.

I also have other socials:

instagram: bre4yd

cara: Breadpan (its kinda empty)

twitter: bRe4yD

bluesky: bRe4yD (NEW!)

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CHARACTER SHEET

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That's it. Uhm, welcome to my blog! (I guess..?)

Enjoy your stay ^_^

[nico-nico-suavecito]

2023 was the year I really started to come to grips with how shame has been impacting my life, creatively and otherwise, and decided I want to change it. That said, I made this reel and the blog post that goes with it in October, finished it in November, and then never posted it, in large part because of - and maybe you can guess this - my nervousness at how people would perceive it, and me.

Now it’s 2024, and while I’m not one for New Years Resolutions, I want to be intentional with my shifting energy. Inspired by the Cult of Done Manifesto by Bre Pettis and Kio Stark and with Struthless’ 70% Rule in mind, I am challenging myself to FINISH and SHARE 50 projects in 2024. Could be poems, prints, blog posts, etc. But point is, I gotta finish and share them. They don’t have to be great - they just have to be 70%. This blog post is this week's done, and here I am, sharing it.

In my essay, I detail the experience of starting this journey through shame and how it impacts my life, creatively and otherwise. If you are someone who also feels impeded by shame, perfectionism, your own expectations, I hope some of what I share might help you too. You can find the post exactly where one might expect to find such a thing.

I have also made a little DONE tracker, so if you're like me and you also want to track your DONEs this year, you can download it on the post.

Let's create shamelessly this year my friends, and get a whole lot DONE.

[smiledotdeer]

Headcanon Compilation 2.0

I made one of these back when I rebooted this blog, but I’ve tweaked and added to it since then, so here we go!

(It’s going under a Read More because good lord it’s a LOT.)

Alastor sometimes goes by the nickname of  “Cal” to differentiate himself from his alternates. “Cal” is short for  “Calloway” - a reference to his breaking into Heaven to get an alternate some signed Cab Calloway records. You can read about it here!

Alastor’s father’s name is Travis Reed. Alastor killed him when he himself was only 16 years old. Travis is indeed in Hell, and occasionally their  paths will cross. It always ends with Travis getting killed. He also generally refuses to call him ‘father’, instead preferring to call him by his name, and he’s publicly broadcast Travis’ personal information to try and cause problems on purpose.

Alastor’s mother’s name was Desdemona, maiden name of Guillory—which is the  name he’s taken to using for himself. She died as well, but she’s in Heaven, so Alastor doesn’t have any contact with her.

Alastor had a little sister named Josephine. She was born when he was 4, but died in a drowning accident when he was 10 (meaning she was only 6).

Alastor’s mother gave him a porcelain doll as a Christmas gift that his father destroyed later on. For Christmas of 2021, an alternate managed to find and restore the doll before giving it to him as a gift.

Alastor once nursed a baby alligator back to health when he was a child.

Alastor enjoyed playing with a homemade slingshot as a child, and he was actually quite a good aim with it.

Alastor hosts one scheduled broadcast every week on Sunday nights from eight to  ten in the evening. Each one is closed out with a single song request sent in by his listeners. He also visits the Cannibal Colony to hang out with Rosie and her friends every Thursday afternoon from 2-6 PM.

Alastor has a journal, and he writes his entries as if they are letters addressed to his mother.

Alastor has planted a rose bush near his radio tower in memory of his mother, with a plaque bearing her name. It’s tucked away from the public eye, in a little  clearing in the nearby woods. He takes very good care of it and would  fly into a rage if he ever caught someone trying to pick its flowers.

Alastor has a nervous habit of tugging at his cuffs. If he’s not wearing something easily tuggable, he’ll wrap a hand around his opposite wrist  and scratch. Sometimes he leaves marks due to pressing down too hard  with his nails.

Alastor is not covered in scars; they’re only on his forearms and back. His arms have scratches and dog bites from when he was trying to defend himself the day he died, and as a child his father would beat him so often and so hard that there are now  permanent marks slicing across his back. He also has a scattering of newer scars that he obtained during 2021′s E-Day.

Alastor is not afraid of dogs. He just strongly dislikes them because of their involvement in his death; it brings back terrible memories for him. In addition, his dislike only applies to beagles, since that was the breed used to hunt him down.

Mirroring his disliking of beagles, Alastor absolutely adores cats—literal or sinner. They are by far his favorite animal.

Alastor’s minions are actually rag dolls he makes by hand and infuses with the souls he’s collected over the years. He sews at least one new doll every day to keep their numbers high. If he makes a rag doll of your muse, he likes them. If he gives that rag doll to your muse instead of keeping it on his shelf, he really likes them.

Alastor’s shadow’s name is Cotton.

Alastor dislikes sweets because he is allergic to sugar—sucrose, to be  specific (aka the white granulated stuff you spoon into your coffee or  put in your cookies). Fructose and lactose are perfectly fine. Symptoms vary based on how much he eats, but even a tiny amount will get his tongue tingling, which is enough of a deterrent for him. More serious symptoms include breaking out in hives, having stomach cramps, wheezing, shortness of breath, and eventually vomiting.

Alastor tends to get uncharacteristically gloomy on his death day (November 6th).

Alastor can play the piano, organ, harpsichord, and violin! He's also slowly teaching himself how to play the guitar.

Alastor’s microphone voices and his rag doll minions used to belong to and be actual demons. They were his victims; their souls were used to animate his dolls, and their voices became a permanent part of his audience. Just like actual canned laugh tracks, whenever you hear Alastor’s microphone laughing, you are listening to dead people laugh.

Alastor doesn’t use washing machines or dryers. He still uses tin tubs, a rub board, and a clothesline. He tried to use a washer twice and simply could not figure it out. He also has a personally awful experience involving washing machines, which only gives him more incentive to stay away.

Alastor occasionally enjoys smoking both cigars and cigarettes. For cigars, he prefers the Montecristo 1935 Anniversary Nicaraguan. For cigarettes, his go-to brand is Lucky Strike, and he specifically tends to buy the Lucky Strike Reds.

Alastor carries the following items with him, on his person, at all times: his favorite knife, a Colt Model 1908, a cigarette case, and a vintage pocket watch.

Alastor wears cologne on a daily basis! The scent is a mixture of vanilla, burning wood, mandarin, pine needles and rosemary. Also, the bottle looks damn good on his bathroom countertop.

Alastor likes to collect and keep the whiskers Husk sheds. He doesn't do anything with them; they're just stored in a little box on his home office's desk. (This headcanon only applies to his NPC Husk unless a Husk's mun agrees with it.)

Alastor’s clothing and hair maintenance are both tended to by Niffty. (This headcanon only applies to his NPC Niffty unless a Niffty's mun agrees with it.)

The gold coins Alastor likes to flick at people are worth $50 apiece.

Alastor does, in fact, have hooves; he just covers them up with specially-made shoes most of the time so he can still appear somewhat normal…and also tap-dance more efficiently.

Alastor's top three favorite holidays (in order) are: Christmas, Mardi Gras, and Halloween.

Alastor served in World War 1—specifically in the Army. It's where he was first introduced to the world of radio.

Alastor shakes off his fluff-covered hooves like a soaked cat after he showers/bathes/otherwise gets wet.

Alastor's portals (and magic in general) are bright green.

Alastor can manipulate his microphone to move on its own. He can also make its staff and the discs at the top and bottom sharpen, effectively turning it into a weapon capable of stabbing and/or slicing, and when it’s idling it always hovers against his back. Here’s a visual ref of how I imagine his control over his microphone working!

Alastor’s antlers grow magnolias throughout March and April. While normal magnolias are harmless, Alastor's are not. Do not eat those. They are extremely poisonous and will kill you. Bonus headcanon that Husk likes to crush up their petals and poison someone’s drink if they’ve ticked him off in some way. (This headcanon only applies to his NPC Husk unless a Husk's mun agrees with it.)

Alastor's favorite season is autumn.

He prefers his meat rare. Sometimes he’ll even eat it raw.

Alastor’s handshake depends on the nature of the handshake. If it’s a greeting for someone he’s coming across for the very first time, Alastor will keep his hand almost perfectly vertical as it’s offered to them; a sign of neutrality, as well as mutual respect. If it’s a greeting for a friend/someone he likes, his hand will tilt palm up and close around theirs with a gentler touch. He may even warm his hand up a bit using his pyrokinesis to make himself more inviting and friendly. If it’s a greeting for someone he dislikes/has little respect for, he’ll offer his hand with the palm tilted towards the ground and squeeze their hand firmly to let them know he is in control. Additionally, alternates (or those familiar with magical practices) may pay attention to which hand he uses, as well—especially when making a deal. If he offers his right hand, it’s a sign of good will, and if he’s making a deal with that hand it means he has no intention of crossing or breaking the terms of their agreement. If he offers the left, there’s bad magic involved. He’s planning to betray that person further down the line, or perhaps even hex them in some way.

Alastor has a terrible tendency to stare at those that catch his interest. If they look back at him, though, he’ll usually be respectful and stop. Unless he wants to make them uncomfortable—in which case he’ll continue. In conversation, he’s usually pretty good about looking his company in the eye; it’s a trait he’s developed due to years of interviewing guests for his radio show—both in life and in Hell. The only time he’ll actively avoid maintaining eye contact is when he’s uncomfortable, but that doesn’t happen very often out in public.

Although he doesn’t own a cellphone (and according to him he never will, but who knows what could happen in the future), he is capable of sending text messages through a speech-to-text sort of function in his mic (somehow; don’t ask me about the logistics of it)! In essence: he speaks into his mic, and a few seconds later a digital message is sent to the recipient’s phone! He can send these messages to just one person, to more than one person…or it can be treated as a Hell-wide blog post of sorts that shows up on everyone’s devices (this, plus the fact that he is almost always broadcasting, is why I allow dashboard commentary most of the time). His grammar and syntax in said “texts” is always perfect.

Alastor is capable of “healing” people in the sense that he can transfer their injuries—either partially or in full—to himself.

Alastor’s house isn’t ACTUALLY his house! Nor is it one cohesive house! It used to belong to Larry Landers, the man that took Alastor in when he ran to New Orleans in 1914 and later on became his mentor in all things radio. Larry died in late 1944, and early on in the following year Alastor was summoned back to New Orleans by a human wanting to make a deal by absolute chance. He found out that Larry had passed on and his home was now up for sale (since he had no next of kin to take it over)—so he decided he’d simply take it back to Hell with him in a fashion similar to how he teleported an entire casino room into the Happy Hotel in the pilot. Additionally, he has split the rooms up since teleporting the house into Hell with him, putting each one in a different location and linking them up via magical runes on the floor that allow him to traverse them as he so pleases. When people enter his home, either via teleportation themselves (see: most Alastors) or by a more traditional means, they’re brought into the foyer by the front door, which is disguised as a small and simple house on its own. The majority of that home people see from the outside is an illusion; only the foyer is accessible this way. Everything else needs to be accessed via the runes.

Alastor’s first cannibalistic experience was him eating his own body after spending several hours trying to find it. The way I personally see non-perma-death in Hell working is similar to dying in most video games: you die, you black out for a while, and then you come back. Your body is right where you left it, and it has all the stuff you were carrying with you when you kicked the bucket. Yes, this includes clothes; you “respawn” totally naked. For Alastor specifically, this isn’t much of an issue, since he can simply snap his fingers and put on another outfit. Early on, before he got a handle on his powers, he was killed and took too long navigating his way back to his corpse. By then, he was starving and desperate and he literally just…ate it. Right there. In a nasty-ass alley. Probably growling and snarling at anyone that looked at him funny or got too close.

Alastor can shapeshift! The way it works for him specifically is a little bit like working with clay: he uses magic to remold himself into new forms. This involves him studying and memorizing the appearance he wishes to turn into so he can know what he’s doing, both inside and out. It’s also a permanent change, meaning that it stays in effect until one of two things happens: he repeats the process to remold himself back to his original shape, or he dies, since dying acts as a “factory reset” and puts him back to his original shape when he returns. Bonus headcanon to accompany this: in order to better know his own anatomy, Alastor absolutely studied his own corpse after dying several times.

Travis, Alastor’s biological father, has moved several times during the years he’s been down in Hell while Alastor has been active. Every single time, without fail, Alastor manages to find him again purely so he can continue making his life miserable—or, at the very least, annoy him. It depends on how he’s feeling that particular day, in all honesty. Usually, though, it ends in Alastor pulling out his Colt and shooting him point blank in the face. He’ll leave the more creative methods of torture and death to his listeners whenever they decide to take him up on his occasionally broadcasted announcements giving out Travis’ location. He, himself, usually cannot be bothered to waste much time on killing the guy.

If Alastor played video games in any capacity, he would be absolutely flawless at rhythm games.

Alastor has petted his own ears to help himself calm down. He pretends it’s someone else doing it. Until recently it’s always been his mother, since she was the one person in life he was close to and trusted. Nowadays, though, he has multiple options.

Alastor used to be alright with TVs despite Vox’s treatment of him, but then Vox kept crawling out of the one in his office to try and scare him. It worked and he wound up getting pelted with several Double Mauls Alastor had set up on his desk in case of intruders. Now he no longer keeps a TV in his office, and he generally skirts around TVs in general to avoid having Vox pop up again. If someone asks him to watch a movie with them, he’ll do it—but he’s bringing a weapon in case Vox shows up. This doesn’t extend to the silver screens in movie theaters, since those aren’t actual screens and thus I believe Vox can’t do the whole Samara thing by climbing out of them. So if anyone invites him to a movie in theaters, Alastor will (probably) accept wholeheartedly!

If someone hits Alastor? Fine. He’ll take the hit. He might even hit back if he deems it worth the trouble. If he’s hit by an alternate, and it isn’t some kind of pre-ordained tussle? He will be shocked, angry, and then leave (in that exact order)—and that alternate will never see him again. It’s like the difference between getting punched by a stranger at a bar and getting punched by a family member. It’s meaner if an alternate does it.

The best time to hear Alastor’s southern American accent is when he’s either just waking up or on the verge of falling asleep. It’s very cute and hardly anyone ever gets to hear it because he usually sleeps alone.

If anyone managed to kill Alastor in a fight (which would be hard to do given his power level and him not holding back in one), he would be sincerely impressed and come back a few hours later to track them down and try to befriend them.

Alastor broadcasts on frequency 901. This is the same as his sister’s birthday: 09/01.

Alastor doesn’t talk directly to people with his mouth. Instead, his voice is coming from his microphone. It just SOUNDS like he’s talking from his mouth, and he moves his lips to form the words even though he’s not making them directly. This explains the near constant filter over his voice.

Alastor’s voice claim is the same as TytoCat’s in “Deal Maker”.

His handwriting looks like this.

[neptuniadoesstuff]

Heheheh Monarch Portrait >>>:)

(Featuring a ver w/ & w/o their Crown/Eye thing)

So.... More Lineless art from me (Yay-) but this time it's a character I've have like... drawn only once before & it was in a completely different art style + in a pallete I don't really use (COUGH COUGH- BLACK & WHITE-) So yeh.... This is in my "normal" art style + coloring but instead I used that new brush I got from one of Bre's vids.

And no, that isn't underwhere, those are shorts. It's shorts guys. Don't be sus with my characters plz. (Especially my "female" lookin characters bcs I KNOW there's gonna be some weirdos out there making weird ahh comments about my OCs & design.)

Anyways... about the art... This took my like ig 3 days? Maybe 2? Idk. But prob was one of the actual lineless pieces of art of mine that DIDNT MAKE ME WANT TO JUMP OFF A BRIDGE! (Note: I won't actually do that but skool kinda wants me to do that bcs sTrEsS but I wont... hopefully.)

But the rendering was kinda weird to me bcs I actually haven't used the pen thing I got from a vid in a proper drawing till like... NOW- But honestly I'm kinda am proud of this. Yeh the background is a bit simple but honestly who cares? The background was the worst put of all of them-

Anyways some credits lol

Character is mine.

Art is mine.

Program: IbisPaint

Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my blog's pinned post clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PLEASE CREDIT ME!

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Trends in Coffee Preparation and Service Training: What’s New in the Industry?

The coffee industry is evolving, and so is the training that baristas and coffee enthusiasts receive. If you're looking to pursue a career in the hospitality sector, particularly in the world of coffee, staying up to date with the latest trends in coffee preparation and service is essential. From advanced brewing techniques to new coffee service styles, there's always something new to learn in this ever-growing industry.

In this blog post, we'll explore the latest trends in coffee preparation and service training, highlighting how coffee training programs are evolving to meet these innovations. Whether you're a beginner looking to break into the industry or an experienced barista aiming to refine your skills, this guide will provide valuable insights on how you can stay ahead of the curve.

1. Specialty Coffee is Taking Over

One of the biggest trends in coffee preparation and service is the rise of specialty coffee. Consumers are increasingly seeking high-quality, ethically sourced coffee that is carefully roasted and brewed to perfection. Specialty coffee emphasizes flavor, origin, and quality over mass-market production, and this has had a significant impact on coffee training programs.

What Does This Mean for Barista Training?

Training programs are now focused on teaching aspiring baristas how to distinguish between different types of coffee beans, understand the impact of various brewing methods, and enhance the flavors in each cup. Whether it’s pour-over coffee, espresso, or cold brew, specialty coffee training goes beyond just making a drink—it’s about elevating the entire coffee experience.

Galaxy Training Institute, for example, offers hands-on coffee preparation courses that immerse students in the world of specialty coffee. Instructors teach students how to properly brew coffee using the latest equipment, including espresso machines, manual brew methods, and aero presses, giving them the expertise to deliver an exceptional coffee experience.

2. Sustainability in Coffee Preparation and Service

Sustainability is another growing trend in the coffee industry, and it’s not just about eco-friendly packaging. Coffee shops, roasters, and training programs are focusing on how to reduce waste, source beans sustainably, and train baristas to work with the environment in mind.

How Does Sustainability Play into Coffee Service?

Training now includes education on sustainable practices such as minimizing waste in coffee preparation (e.g., using compostable filters or reusable cups), sourcing organic coffee, and understanding the impact of coffee farming on the environment. Students are encouraged to learn about direct trade and fair trade coffee, as well as how to minimize their carbon footprint during the coffee-making process.

Sustainability is becoming a key component of barista responsibilities—and training programs are taking steps to incorporate it into their curriculums. In this new era of eco-conscious consumers, understanding sustainability is a must for anyone looking to succeed in the coffee industry.

3. Advanced Brewing Methods

Coffee preparation isn’t just about pouring hot water over ground coffee anymore. New brewing methods and techniques are making their way into cafes and homes alike, and baristas need to be trained to master them. From nitro coffee to cold brew coffee, these innovative techniques are expanding the possibilities of coffee flavor profiles.

What Are These New Brewing Methods?

Nitro Coffee: This trend involves infusing cold brew coffee with nitrogen gas to create a creamy texture and a visually appealing cascading effect. Nitro coffee has become a staple in many cafes, and baristas are now trained to use the specialized equipment required to create this smooth, frothy beverage.

Cold Brew Coffee: Cold brew coffee continues to grow in popularity, especially during the summer months. Unlike traditional brewing methods, cold brew is made by steeping coarsely ground coffee beans in cold water for an extended period (usually 12-24 hours). Coffee training now focuses on this method, teaching baristas how to perfect the ratio of coffee to water and how to adjust brewing time for the best taste.

Manual Brewing Methods: Baristas are also becoming experts in manual coffee-making methods such as Chemex, Aeropress, and V60. These methods give baristas full control over the brewing process, allowing them to extract the perfect cup of coffee and showcasing the flavor profiles of various beans.

4. Coffee Service Innovation: From Pour-Over to Espresso Tasting

Gone are the days of simply serving coffee in a standard cup. Modern coffee service now emphasizes creativity and presentation. Customers are looking for unique coffee experiences, and coffee shops are answering the call by offering tasting menus, coffee flights, and personalized brew options.

What Does This Mean for Coffee Training?

As a future barista, you need to be trained not just in making coffee but in presenting it in a way that delights the customer. Barista training programs are incorporating lessons on latte art, creating coffee flights, and serving coffee with an emphasis on taste and aesthetics.

By learning how to create unique coffee experiences, students are preparing themselves for the growing trend of customers who are eager to explore different coffee flavors, textures, and presentations. Galaxy Training Institute offers specific training in these areas, giving students the skills needed to turn any coffee order into a memorable experience.

5. Technology Integration in Coffee Service

The coffee industry is embracing technology like never before. From smart coffee machines that automate brewing to apps that allow customers to order their coffee digitally, technology is transforming how coffee is prepared and served.

How Does Technology Affect Barista Training?

Barista training now includes learning to operate advanced espresso machines, grinders, and even coffee brewing apps. For example, some cafes now use app-based systems that allow customers to customize their coffee order through their smartphones, and baristas need to be trained to use these systems effectively.

Additionally, modern espresso machines come with touchscreens and automated features that help baristas maintain consistency in every cup of coffee. Training on how to use these machines and troubleshoot any issues is essential for students who want to stay ahead of the curve in the coffee industry.

6. Coffee Tasting and Sensory Education

An exciting trend in the coffee world is the growing focus on sensory education. Much like wine tasting, coffee tasting (also known as "cupping") allows coffee enthusiasts to explore the flavors and aromas of different beans in a structured way.

What Is Sensory Education?

Baristas are being trained to develop their sensory skills, learning how to identify subtle flavor notes in coffee beans and understanding how variables like water temperature, grind size, and brewing time affect the final taste. Training in coffee tasting is now an essential part of barista education, enabling students to gain a deep understanding of coffee’s diverse flavor profiles and how to adjust brewing techniques to highlight specific tastes.

By developing sensory skills, baristas can offer a more tailored experience to customers, helping them explore and enjoy new flavors and brewing styles.

7. Customer Service and Coffee Expertise

In the coffee industry, it’s not just about making a great cup of coffee—it's about building strong relationships with customers. Great baristas know how to offer personalized service, recommend the perfect brew, and create a welcoming atmosphere for customers.

Why Is Customer Service So Important?

Modern barista training focuses heavily on customer service skills, teaching students how to interact with customers in a friendly and professional manner. The ability to listen to customers, understand their preferences, and offer personalized coffee options is a skill that sets top baristas apart from the rest.

Galaxy Training Institute places a strong emphasis on customer service, ensuring that students understand the importance of creating a positive and memorable experience for every customer.

Conclusion

The coffee industry is constantly evolving, and staying on top of the latest trends in coffee preparation and service is key for aspiring baristas. From the rise of specialty coffee to the increasing importance of sustainability and customer service, there are plenty of exciting opportunities for those looking to make their mark in the coffee world.

By enrolling in training programs like those offered by Galaxy Training Institute, students can gain the skills and knowledge needed to succeed in this fast-paced industry. Whether it’s learning about new brewing techniques, developing sensory skills, or mastering coffee service innovations, there’s no better time to start a career in the coffee business.

If you’re ready to kickstart your journey as a professional barista, explore Galaxy Training Institute’s courses today and take the first step towards a successful coffee career.