#but alas—this is my current emotional state

[pearlcaddy]

I’m at that stage of homesickness where I came across one of those kitschy LA tourist shirts at TK Maxx and almost burst into tears.

[catscidr]

Could you make a scenario with sick reader and Yandere doctor please 😭

need him to walk into my room in a nurse outfit and take care of me when i get sick... but Alas he's not real... woe is me(༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ)..... WHATEVER i can always write about him anyways so im WINNING EITHER WAY...... (inhales copium) ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: yandere dottore, he's a little overbearing, reader has a cold. that's pretty much it (lmk if i missed anything!) includes: gn reader, dottore, iota (youngest segment) wc: 1,3k

Ooohhhh he would be mad. Not in an explosive way, but in a “I’m not mad, just disappointed” way except he IS mad, he’s just really good at keeping his emotions under wraps. You know this, too. He made sure that you did. 

It didn’t matter what kind of illness you came down with; a common cold, the flu, something worse? He’s freakishly good at reading you, and he didn’t need to hear you blowing your nose or sniffling every other second to know you had gotten sick. The skin around your nose blossoming into a darker, reddish tone and your eyelids drooping just a bit lower than usual was enough for him to know you weren’t telling him something you should have. 

It also didn’t matter if you didn’t even see him- he had eyes everywhere, quite literally. It was rare for you to be anywhere in the palace or the lab without one of his clones attached to your hip, whether it be a younger clone tagging along to do something more interesting than breaking open a ruin guard, or an older clone staying by your side, taking a break from work to enjoy your company. 

So, of course, even if the doctor happened to be especially busy when you suddenly caught a cold, you’d still be stuck with him being the equivalent to a mother hen because of how seriously he took your health. 

Usually you didn’t mind his attention, you’d even bask in it, but this time you couldn’t stand it. Your state had been manageable for the past two days and, thankfully, Prime and his clones were none the wiser to your nose overproducing snot nor the way your eyes had more crust around them when you woke up in the morning. But you feared that today would be the day he’d catch you and promote you to being his bedwarmer- literally. Last time you got sick and went to him for help you felt like you were in urgent care, forced to stay in his bed, having at least two of his segments stay with you 24/7, making you eat four meals a day despite your lack of appetite and desperate need for sleep. 

You could insist all you want that you were fine, that you just needed to vegetate in bed for a day or two and you’d be back on your feet in no time, but no, he refused to have any of it. He’d ask who’s the doctor here? in the same condescending voice he used whenever one of his lackeys displeased him (and you’d reply with you didn’t even graduate if you weren’t so tired), and then would throw you over his shoulder to bring you to his spotless bedroom so you could rest while he keeps an eye on you.

The one thing you were happy about was how Dottore wasn’t prone to blatant violence. Nothing physical, at least. When needed, he would slip medication into your water to help you sleep, would graciously lift your sleeve to give you a shot while you were knocked out cold and give you special medicine to make sure you had all the vitamins you needed. He wouldn’t do any of that if you had cooperated with him in the first place, though; so, you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him. At least not for long. 

Like clockwork, you were currently going through that same order of events. 

In retrospect, it was a bad idea to indulge Iota and go out in the snow to make a snowman with him- but how could you resist him! The lab could feel so stuffy as it was, and the additional smell of blood covered up by strong cleaning agents only did so little to help you resist his pleas. So, you grabbed Dottore’s Harbinger coat and got yourself dragged outside by the small but mighty youngest segment as he eagerly talked your ear off about having a snowball fight, making a myriad of snow angels and other winter activities you weren’t familiar with. 

After getting absolutely pelted with snow (Iota was good at snowball fights, surprisingly) you hung up Dottore’s coat to dry and made your way to the bathroom to wipe off any snow and water that had gotten on your skin despite the large, fluffy cloak you wore. Iota waved you off with a boyish grin and a taunting better luck next time! as you watched him saunter off into the direction of his creator’s lab. Your fingertips felt cold but as you dried your skin thoroughly you felt your body gradually warm up, and that was enough for your standards. 

Placing the towel on a rack to dry, you then headed over to your room to relax your aching muscles after the remarkably intense snowball fight. You laid down underneath the covers, grateful to be able to take a nap. However, when you awoke about two hours later, you thought you felt your arms weighed even more than before, and your head throbbed an ache that wasn’t there previously. And surely, a day later, you find yourself sneakily throwing away your used tissues somewhere that Dottore won't find them, else he subjects you to his overbearing methods of... curing you. 

You did your best to make your footsteps as careful and light as possible, lowering the chances of one of them finding you with a trash bag full of snot-filled tissues. Unfortunately for you though, maybe you should have worn something other than pyjamas because, as luck had it, although a segment hasn’t seen your physical state, a patrolling agent did. 

He spoke into a walkie-talkie quietly enough that your ears didn’t pick up the sound of his voice and, as you're about to step outside to throw the trash bag out, you feel a hand on your shoulder. A cold, gloved hand that you could recognize anywhere with your eyes closed. You halt your movements as the (not so) mysterious figure behind you stays silent, waiting for you to say something first. 

Your shoulders slump forward in defeat, and you sniffle. “I don’t wanna be locked up in your room again,” you say quietly, voice slightly slurred from your cold. He scoffs, his hand squeezing your shoulder gently enough for it to be comforting. “Maybe if you didn’t try to go outside while having a cold I would reevaluate your options,” he sighs. “Alas, you leave me no choice. What were you thinking?” Dottore turns you around and frowns, tilting his head to the side. If you were anyone else you would have been dead where you stood, but here you are; wearing one of his old shirts and a loose pair of sweatpants, one of your hands gripping a trash bag, and the other wiping your nose. You stand awkwardly, looking away sheepishly, not particularly enjoying being caught red-handed like this. 

“It would be unhygienic to keep all of those used tissues in my room,” you respond with a nonchalant shrug. He holds back the urge to sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose, mask lifting just a tad from the action, and exhales slowly. You would be the death of him eventually, he thought tiredly. 

Dottore bends down low enough to grab the bag from your hands and looks over his shoulder, tossing it to a poor unsuspecting fatui soldier. The soldier in question stumbles back slightly, just barely keeping themselves from tripping over, as Dottore signals for them to throw it away themselves. You don’t have the time to speak up before the person scurries away. 

“Next time don’t be so obvious,” he says quietly enough that only you can hear him. He bends his torso forward slightly, holding his face leveled with yours. “And next time you decide to get sick,” he begins with a raspy tone, holding your chin up with his palm, “come to me immediately. Lest you want me to wrestle you into my room again.” 

You’d be blushing if you didn’t know what was going to happen. Dottore straightens his back and outstretches his hand to you, looking at you from below his mask. Defeated, you interlace your fingers with his and jut your lip out as you hold back the urge to whine. A small smile graces his face as he guides you back to the lab. 

[songmingisthighs]

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ch. xvii - 2 seconds

neurosurgeon!hongjoong × reader

buy me coffee ?

where love and peace is held, i never expected for this to happen. i planned and i planned, i expected, and i hoped, but it was never you. you held what i wanted hostage to make room for you, the thing that i needed but has no means of acceptance. deny me, live your best life.

You don't know why you were so nervous to meet Hongjoong again. It wasn't like you fear him. Maybe it was the prospect of getting a new job that make you feel rather nauseated.

Even as you bring your mug to your lips you felt your hands trembling slightly, a sight that made Yeonjun sigh in pity.

Each time the door of Yeonjun's cafe open, you couldn't help but snap your head towarda it, expecting to see the dad and son duo. It happened around 7 times before you saw a familiar boy running and colliding against the door, pressing his face harshly in hopes to open the door but alas his entire body weight was not enough to budge the door. Within seconds, his dad showed up, slightly dishevelled and out of breath and you easily figured Kijoong had slipped away and ran to the cafe by himself.

Once the door opened, Kijoong dashed to you and without you even welcoming him, he climbed up on your lap. "Kijoong!" Hongjoong called out exasperatedly which sadly fell deaf on Kijoong's ears as he squeezed your cheeks together, "HI!" he yelled at your face before giggling and (stranggling) hugging you with his arms tightly. "I'm so sorry," Hongjoong sheepishly apologized and tried to pull Kijoong away only for Kijoong to bite his arm, causing Hongjoong to yelp. "Kijoong!" You gasped, pulling the boy off of you momentarily much to his displeasure, whining and trying to latch on you once again. "You don't bite your dad! You don't do that to anyone!" You scolded, eyebrows furrowing with a finger pointed at the boy.

Hearing you scold him, Kijoong's cartoon puppy ears droop down and his eyes grew round and shiny. Hongjoong was ready to swoop in and tell his son that it was all good, he wasn't hurt, but the sight of you on a stare-off with his son was astonishing. For a while, neither one of you looked like you were going to give up but of course, Kijoong gave up first. He begrudgingly turn to his dad and pouted, "Sorry daddy," then he looked up at you with his bottom lip jutted out. The moment your serious expression melt away however, Kijoong's lips turned upside down and his posture straightened. "Good job, buddy!" You raised a hand for him to high-five which he did (hard).

It took you a while but you soon realized that Hongjoong was watching the two of you and once you came to it, you blushed and ducked your head down, "I- I'm sorry, I should 't have scolded Kijoong like that, I-" "No, please," Hongjoong chuckled, waving you off, "I'm glad I could see a preview of how you and Kijoong would be like."

At the mention of your employment, you sat straighter and you visibly squared. "Speaking of, I need to tell you how I'm concerned how this job is relevant to my career trajectory," you stated, looking serious as Kijoong settled with playing with your hand. "Well, I told you that Kijoong has PNES and so I need someone with medical training who are ready to handle the situation if he has an episode. Currently we're trying to kick start his behavioural therapy but his emotional state is too unstable so a certain level of nursing SOP is needed. Not only that, I need someone who's used to a doctor's schedule," he explained, trying so hard to focus and not comment on how you seemed unbothered when Kijoong began using your hand as a toy, splaying your palm on his face and shaking it off before replanting it. "I'm glad you explained, but I'm still hesitant so I would like to discuss this 3 months probation thing," "Oh, yeah, that. Well, considering how Kijoong is with his previous nannies, I expect he'll do something to run you off within the first two days but seeing as how he seem to like you and how desperate I am, I'm willing to give you provisions that can help you go back to nursing which includes me actually helping you finding jobs until you get recruited. But that will only happen after the three month mark." "Why three month?" "Because it's his school holiday soon and within three months, he'll be busy with school so I can just go back to my previous schedule," he shrugged.

You were hesitant in the beginning and honestly you were still kind of unsure. But you were glad how candid Hongjoong was being about his son and you know because you had asked Wooyoung to tell you about him beforehand. Not to mention the bags under his eyes and how his posture is slightly hunched.

A hand tapped your cheek and you looked down to see Kijoong grinning up at you. "Thirsty, please," he stated which surprised Hongjoong (yet again) because of how polite he was being. "You wanna order something, buddy?" You asked and he nodded enthusiastically. Hongjoong reached over and made a motion to grab Kijoong, "Here, I can take him to the cashier and help him get something," he offered but you shook your head, "I have no problem taking him. That's what you want me to do anyways, right?" You grinned at him before letting Kijoong down and taking his hand to walk him to Yeonjun who was manning the cashier.

Carefully, Hongjoong watched over how you interact with Kijoong. He noticed how you never initiated anything and would instead offer Kijoong options on how he wanted to proceed. For example, Kijoong couldn't see the menu hung on the back that well and you made a point to let him know that there was a menu on the counter by pointing at it and name some items. Knowing that, Kijoong tapped your leg and asked to be raised up so he could see better. It was the little things that you did that made Kijoong felt like he has control and Hongjoong never realized how big of an impact it has on how his son behaves.

For a moment, Hongjoong even indulged in the fantasy of whether or not Kijoong's mother would've treated Kijoong as such and how different Kijoong would've been had she not left them too soon.

Of course, those thoughts were erased once you walked back to the table. Hongjoong's somber expression replaced with a smile when his son excitedly told him that he got himself juice and his dad an iced americano. Though it was a flash, you couldn't help but notice the shift but decided to not bring it up out of politeness.

When you settled back down to your seat, Kijoong as about to climb on your lap again, making it severely obvious to Hongjoong how much he likes and trusts you as he had never done this to someone he had only known for less than a month. It took Mingi half a year for the boy to warm up to him and maybe that was because Mingi was seeing him on a clinical setting.

Your conversation had been cut at a rather hanging manner, there were unsurety from both parties; will this help you with your employment issue? Will this help Hongjoong with his son? Will this be a mistake? It was a bit of a risk for both you and Hongjoong considering the way you both knew each other.

So imagine Hongjoong's surprise when you sighed and leaned on the table with crossed arms. "Okay, so tell me what you can offer salary-wise and benefit." When Hongjoong look at you with eyes widened to the size of saucers, you couldn't help bur find it adorable how Kijoong resembled him so much but you masked that facination with a roll of an eye. "Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna try this job for three months but you better hold up your end, are we clear?" You thrusted your hand forward for him to shake which he gladly grab and shook firmly.

"Okay," Hongjoong cleared his throat, "Let's talk responsibilities."

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[luneariaa]

𝗥𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗗 | 𝗸𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶.

❥︎ - ; the first beginning and onwards will be a bit based on THAT ep ( i'm still coping ) and a dream that i had back then before the ep even airs 😭. BUT will have a happy ending instead i suppose (?) but oh man,, to reunite with him after the incident..

not too confident with this, but just needed to let this out from my mind :") nanamin might be ooc here!

. dividers by @/cafekitsune !! 💛

With slow, deliberate movements, he drags his feet across the hard grounds of the specific area; taking several steps ahead through the now-empty hallways of the building. Nanami tries his best to control his own breathing while doing so, and at least to conserve what energy is left within him.

It feels so eerily quiet as the silence in the air is only broken by the sound of his footsteps alone. And the pain he's currently having and experiencing-- he simply tried to ignore it with the mere thoughts of you.

Ah yes, his beloved. How long has it been? He even wondered what you were even doing around this hour. Perhaps you were waiting for him at your shared home? Or something else?

Or even.. Are you waiting for his arrival? It's been so long since he heard your sweet voice calling out to him within your safe place together-- your eyes never failed to show the look of adoration and love that was directed to him alone, maybe he gets to see you once again after all of this is over.

The sheer thoughts of it did manage to make him smile slightly for a while there. Even though the situation was dire at this point, he couldn't help himself. It's as if you were there with him-- calming his current state of inner turmoil from his own mind, and encouraging him further to keep on fighting.

And you always did, even when you're out of his line of sight. He just loves you that much.

Right at this moment, it just feels like he's walking down into his own memory lane instead of the quiet hallways from before. A small smile is present despite everything, lost within his own memories that have passed through time. Nanami could still hear your voice as if you were walking beside him, or even a glimpse of you through his peripheral vision. But alas, no sight of you was actually there.

Injured and tired as he was, the thought of you made him keep going.

Nanami feels lost-- he didn't know what to do anymore. What was he trying to do, where is he trying to go?

However, all of those thoughts were being pushed aside once a familiar, soft voice called out to him.

"Kento?"

It sounded exactly like your voice, which made him stop in his tracks. Was it his mind playing tricks on him?

Yet he couldn't stop himself from searching for the source of the sound, a small feeling of hope resurfaced within him.

"Love..?"

His eye widens at the sight before him in utter disbelief. "How are you.. I thought you were.."

Nanami's own words fall on deaf ears, not knowing what to say as much, still trying to register the fact that you are truly standing not too far in front of him right now.

It's as if time has stood still at this point as the two of you locked gaze with one another. Your eyes are filled with warmth as always, accompanied by a soft smile as you look visibly happy to see him.

He's not dreaming. You are indeed alive.

Without thinking twice, he rushes towards you and wraps his arms around you with all the strength that is left of him. The feeling is almost too surreal to him, yet he doesn't pay much mind to it.

"You're here-- god, I miss you so much.." Nanami finally spoke hoarsely; his voice on the verge of breaking.

A part within him died along with you from that one fateful day, but right now-- it feels as if he can breathe normally once again. He can try to live once more, knowing that you are there with him even not for long.

"You're okay, you're okay.." He keeps whispering out those words, most likely to reassure himself while trying to keep his emotions under control. Yet it was almost impossible, because it was you.

"Ken, you're hurt." You gave out your own reply while still holding him close to you with such tenderness, taking notice of his current injured state. No, this is far more worse than you've thought-- up to the point where you were the one to sputter out apologies even when it's not your fault at all.

"I'm alright." Nanami was clearly not, but the words escaped from his lips all too naturally for some reason; slowly breaking away from the hug just so he could have a better look at you.

He's still so badly injured, but still, he feels so relieved to be able to at least see you once more.

"I thought you were dead."

The words didn't have any harsh or ill intentions within it, but rather were asked out of shock. You simply smiled a little, as you have expected that sort of question from him.

"I am."

"I just came here to pick you up. You did so great, I'm just so proud of you. You did well."

"And now it's time for you to rest. Your job is done; you can leave everything behind now."

"You.." He was about to respond, but was unable to because he started tearing up. The feeling is just too overwhelming like never before, and the fact that you just stood before him pushes his emotions further.

"You're really here, aren't you?"

He needs some sort of confirmation. He needs to know. However, his worries fade away once more when a bright smile appears on your face.

"I am real." You gently grab ahold of his hand, leading it up to your face, and let it stay on your cheek. "See?"

Even the wedding ring is visible on your finger for him to witness; a sign that the two of you are tied for the rest of your lives. He breathes out a sigh of relief, finally getting the assurance that he needed at least.

And that's when he realized that he was no longer all bloody and injured as he was before. Instead, he looked perfectly fine, just like you. The pain is no longer present, and any trace of deep fear disappears completely within him.

"We're finally in Malaysia as we've wished for, can't you believe it??" You exclaimed excitedly, holding onto his hands and bouncing a bit too enthusiastically. Nanami observes his surroundings, and indeed, they are now by the seashores; the water is beautifully blue and crystal clear, and the air smells fresh and free. The sun is bright, yet not hot enough to burn off your skin.

It's as if you two were given another chance to start a new life.

"It feels so peaceful here.. I just didn't know what to say." He smiles warmly down at you, clearly can't get enough of the sight of you alone. Guess you never changed, and you're still the same woman that he loved and adored all this time.

Nanami slowly drags you along for a slow walk by the soft powdery sands, really feeling it underneath his feet as he walks.

The whole sensation and moment feels heavenly, dare he say. Even the sound of waves crashing by the sea makes him extremely content, knowing that both of you are free from the world of curses.

From that time onwards, he knew that this is where you both truly belonged, and this is where he belongs. You are his love, his home, his everything. He wouldn't even trade it for anything else and beyond.

"Oh, I still need to show you one more thing."

Nanami quirks up his brow as he looks at you with pure curiosity. "What is it?"

You merely grinned cheerily at him without saying anything further, and that's when he got tackled into a tight hug by someone rather familiar.

It really caught him off guard and took him a few seconds to process on who was actually hugging him right at this moment, before his eyes widened in surprise.

-

"H-Haibara-?"

i got carried away near the ending :")

© 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜.

[english-mace]

You really like using 2nd person in your (published) fiction, and present tense. Is that a big preference or just how it shook out with the short fiction?

What a fun question!

Honestly, it's a little of both. My friend Valerie Valdes has a great essay about why second person sometimes appeals to marginalized authors - essentially, it feels less alienating because we're very used to being asked to step into an experience very different to our own (since so much fiction is anchored on the 'universal' straight-white-cis perspective). For myself, I started out in poetry, where writing to 'you' feels very natural, so, particularly with flash fiction, I drift back into that mode easily.

Second person is great for simultaneously inducing empathy while also distancing the character from what's happening, in an odd way. It's the epitome of 'tell don't show.' In third person, we can do a little bit of informing-on-emotional-state - at least in close third - but we also give the reader context to make their own judgment on whether the character really is feeling the way they're telling us they are, and whether that feeling is justified. In second person, we can get very sparse. A character might only give us one angle or detail of their experience, or a character might refuse to tell us anything at all about how they're feeling, practically dissociating (like the betrayed god-monster of Birds Are Trying To Reinvent Your Heart, a story which displaces emotions onto physical objects rather than placing them on 'you'-the-reader). A really good author - Rebecca Roanhorse's Hugo- and Nebula-winning Welcome to Your Authentic Indian Experience springs to mind - can use second person to incept emotions into the reader, using the complicity of the PoV to get far deeper under the skin than first - conversational, confessional - or third - documentary, informative - ever can.

The trick is, second person is a lot harder to maintain suspension of disbelief. Audiences are far more likely to reject a PoV - like an organ transplant - that asks them to mutate their own self-identity for the length of a story. It's very doable in small slices. Start going for longer, you are likely to lose people.

So that comes back to the difference between what I write and what I manage to sell 😅 I tend to write second-person in pieces under 2,000 words - Sparsely Populated, Birds, and (arguably second, but reads like first) Upon What Soil are all under 1,000, and I have a second-person lesbian forest-witch necromancy story coming out in Haven Spec next month that's ~1,700. And I've had a lot more success selling my flash fiction and poetry than I have my longer pieces. Of the ones I have sold, both my Silk & Steel story (6900 words) and my pirate feather-witches story in Skies of Wonder (4200 words) were third-person past, as are all three of the novels I've gone out on submission with. But alas! If no one buys them, or if only anthology markets which don't post online do, then no one can read them.

...having said all this, I am currently plotting out a second-person detective noir novella, but I'm 90% certain my agent will make me rewrite it into first when I'm done, so there's that 😅

[princess-of-the-corner]

Goooosh, I just has such a fun outline in my head for a ML/Yu Yu Hakusho sort of not fusion exactly, but more like inspiration.

OK, so canon & season 1 are as normal, but in Despair Bear, after Adrien & Chloe's falling out she finds herself walking the streets brooding, fretting, ETC. Encounters a kid & manages to be 'nice' to them, maybe Mannon for simplicities sake. Then ends up saving her life ala Yusuke by running into traffic to push her out of the way.

Ironically if she hadn't intervened the driver would have veered right & Manon would be fine.

Cue ghost!Chloe being extremely pissed off, before encountering a Ferrywoman who explains Chloe's spirit was supr out of whack, partially cos ofher own issues, partially cos left over Remnants from Hawk Moth, there was a spark & well.

She's not quite 'dead' even if she appears that way currently.

She cam come back to life, with the expectation she'll be an medium on Earth in exchange for the help. But her trial to prove she is reliable is caring for a spirit egg. If it has emotions with a bad origin point poured ino it the creature will eat her, if they are positive it will help her return to life and be her companion.

Chloe almost gives up early.

Spying on her father to try and get some "Positive vibes" she encounters him & Audrey talking and.. Well its not great. Audrey doesn't give a shit & Andre muses Chloe was becoming a handful, still he is sad, but Audrey offers him Zoe as a replacement & he's OK. Her guide is pretty sympathetic & convinces her to try her very public, big event wake to see if there's anyone worth returning for.

"The Wake", does change her mind.

Adrien's basically catatonic crying & has to be hand held out by Nathalie. (Really Gabriel, you couldn't even turn up for this!?)

Sabrina has a full on breakdown, because what is she supposed to do now? She needs Chloe, Chloe was supposed to be there for her! (I did not realize I mattered that much)

Miss Bustier tears into anyone slightly rude (Some students & teachers) before expressing regret as she saw Chloe just needed a helping hand & feels she didn't do enough. (Stop making me feel bad, I'm dead!)

Chloe resolves to come back, even if it means having a job when she does.

Also she is definitely going to have words for her 'father' & some of her classmates, oh yes- wait positive thoughts positive thoughts haha.

Some chapters would involve seeing Chat Noir breakdown over her death to Ladybug & reveal himself & Visa versa, they agree to keep it a secret.

(Her death made Adrien reflective on how/why Chloe was like that)

She does some dream therapy with Sabrina & grudgingly encourages her to make friends with others over holding onto grudges for Chloe.

She wants to do dream therapy with Adrien, but the Agreste manor is super warded against ghosts for some reason.

She might do some dream therapy with Marinette.

Then Kagami turns up (Early) beats Adrien but is unsatisfied & Chloe spends the fight heckling her, then being annoying afterwards until Kagami addresses her.

Yup, Kagami can see ghosts & is none to fond of Chloe & ends up AKumatized (Oh come on!!)

Kagami: Your existence taints both my failures and my victories!

Basically, Kagami's mom is a spiritual power house & the one sent to train Chloe. Kagami' worked her whole life to awaken her spiritual powers & just by dying, Chloe is going to be at her level, minimum & Adrien was off his game cos he was still grieving.

Still, they resolve things, & Kagami helps protect Sabrina from some vengeful bullies maybe? Or passes on a message from Chloe to Adrien.

Anyway things seem to be going well, when Hawk Moth decides to posses her body!

Oh right, so the explanation for Chloe still being "Alive" is some lingering magic from when she was Akumatized putting her in a "death state". The Lucky Charm couldn't change it one way or the other though so she's comatose.

Suffice to say everyone, but especially Chat & Chloe are pissed.

Hawk: Any empty vessel wouldn't do for this possession, but this girl always had so much hurt and rage inside her. Now bereft a mind to hinder me she will be the ultimate Akuma! My AKuma!

Chloe: Land Lord, you're evicted!

Its more dramatic than that & she technically sacrifices her chance to come back by handing her egg off to Kagami. (who uses her spiritual skills to keep it alive) so she can stop HK from killing the heroes as Chat won't Cataclysm Chloe's body & the Akuma is her body.

So Gabriel is evicted, Chloe briefly wakes up but fades & is now semi tethered to her body & waiting to pass on.

Adrien brings Kagami to visit her the next day & there's brief talk of how if she were awake Chloe might joke about needing a princes kiss to wake her up.

Kagami leans into a bit and Chloe is getting increasingly flushed. Then Adrien has to step away for a moment & Kagami reveals the egg is alive, being kept so by her spirit and she returns it to Chloe.

Then reveals she has been charged to wake Chloe up, offering some of her own spiritual energy via a lip transfer.

Chloe (OO)

Then she just taps Chloe's lips.

Chloe: That! That was what you had me all worked up about!?

Kagami: Did you want me to kiss you?

Chloe: MAaaabbbyyyeeeeee (Wakes up)

There's tears, reunions, resolutions, death staring at her dad anytime he tries to use her for a press conference. "Physical therapy" with Tomoe & the hatching of the spirit beast which is technically both Chloe & Kagami's now. (Feathery dragon) Actually managing to chill her shit when bantering with some students who she was justly pissed off at.

& after that not sure XD

Oh that's a hot mess of a haunting but it works out great!

[bronx-bomber87]

The rewatch continues! Onto 1x02 ‘Crash Course’ we go. Once again will credit all gif creators at the end of this review. Thank you for all you create. Tumblr wouldn’t be around if not for you. Off we go.

This ep starts for Tim in the hospital. Makes me sad to see Tim at the hospital so disgruntled and alone. Truly not expecting anyone to come pick him up or care. Surly af with the nurse. But it’s not a glow up if we don’t start at the bottom. ‘Started from the bottom now we here’ is a prominent thing for a reason in character growth. Starting at the ground floor with him emotional scars and all.

He is so genuinely so surprised Angela and Talia come to get him. He wants the help but sure as hell isn’t going to ask for it. He’s clearly been so shut down since Isabel. He’s lost trust and faith of those around him. So them coming to get him shocks him. Being s1 Tim though he can’t let them see that. How much this actually means to him. That there are people out there that still care about him. My poor broken boy.

Annnnnd the need for his approval and praise from Tim begins. She’s so excited thinking he was so proud of her and what she did in pilot (she did save his life and protect them both under duress) only to be disappointed by Wrigleys ‘No..’ Her eyes light up only to be crushed by disappointment. You’ll get there Lucy it’s just gonna be a bit ha

Tim dropping by the diner he conveniently ‘lives by ‘ and getting his pickup. Aka a Lying liar who lies. Really just dropping by to check in on her and his current test. To see if she’s losing her mind being a slug or she misses the action already with Tim. Clearly it’s the latter. Regardless of where Tim is emotionally and how she’s his charge. This is a little bit of a work flirt for him. Man took time out of his recovery from a gunshot wound to come see and her give her shit LOL She of course is ready and eager to prove herself even when he’s not officially her T.O. He’s clearly enjoying himself too much though haha

On the surface this is just a test is to see if she wants to be a real cop or a slug. We all know with her future UC predilections she loves the adrenaline. I do think on a deeper level, part of this test is truly to see if she’s gonna stick it out with him. Or if she going to bail on him which is the current state of mind he’s in.

Expecting that abandonment. He’s in fight or flight mode most of s1 cause of Isabel. Legit Survival mode really. So he’s going to distrust everyone around him for little while especially someone with promise like Lucy.

Alas we get to the end of ep for them both. Best part of this gif set is the utter look of confusion on Lucy’s face. Fairly certain she didn’t think Tim Bradford was capable of laughing let alone smiling LOL

What I love most about this scene is one it shows how sharp Lucy is. Telling him she figured out he had her purposely assigned to Wrigley. Two, This is also Lucy’s first moment of challenging him. Standing up to him by calling him a pain in the ass. When he says it’s ‘his job’ It’s her first strike into those walls of his. By insulting him with her little jab. Developing that rapport. We get the first Lucy induced smile from him. He’s actually proud of how she handled herself the entire day with Wrigley. Not half ass-ing it and he’s beaming.

When she watches his retreating form she looks so confused and slightly annoyed at his happy demeanor. But she also doesn’t hate it either. She has no idea she’s started her slow burn with him. That massive wall of his has the smallest crack starting to form. He’s so pleased with himself he doesn’t realize it’s happening either. He’s just happy with himself and how interaction went down. They’re so cute I can not. Eric and Melissa’s chemistry on full display. We had it from the jump with them.

~~~~~

Side notes for this ep. Talia was pretty damn funny in this ep. With all the property/city damage Nolan does haha Them getting kicked into the old school cop car.

The captain ripping those cocky detectives a new one. I always enjoyed her scenes especially ones where she’s mentoring the newbs. She was always so calming to listen to. So sage in her advice.

The Nolan/Lucy scenes continue to make me cringe but they have their purpose even if I dislike them haha

That wraps up ep 2. This will definitely keep me pre-occupied till we can get s6. Try to do few eps a week depending on life/work haha please feel free to like/comment I enjoy it so❤️

Gif credit to

chenfordsbee

tim-lucy x2

Thesweetnessandthesarcasm pain ass my job

relentlessescapism

Chenford source

[wehadabondingmoment]

Adrien idolizing his dad makes sense

There has been so much hate due to the way Gabriel's abuse was handled specifically. I do agree that it should have been handled differently but I also think that Adrien's behavior made sense.

Adrien was beginning to understand his father's abuse and the effects it has had on him and he was getting so angry at him for it. With that kind of stuff, anger comes before acceptance because it's a lot like grief. Of course, this anger wasn't healthy by any means, it did feed into his overall s5 arch of trying to cataclysm people.

Adrien was beginning to be angry and then the person he was starting to hate died while defeating the bad guy (as far as he knows). Gabriel continuously used the excuse that he's doing this (abuse) for Adrien's own good, that he's just trying to protect him and for his father to die doing just that?

Of course Adrien would feel guilty for doubting his father. "Maybe he was trying to protect me by locking me up in a solitary confinement cell." "Not allowing me to date my girlfriend may have been his way of caring :)"

Adrien is gullible and emotional and feels chronic guilt. He's a perfect victim and he's written like that on purpose. Adrien Agreste is perfect and someone who is perfect wouldn't think ill of their dead father.

There used to be a lot of fan theories speculating on Emilie's morality and doubting that she was as perfect of a parent as Adrien's words make her out to be. This is precisely because Adrien idolizes and excuses people and their behavior. When someone dies, it is entirely normal to force yourself to think positively of them. To get so caught up in grieving that everything gets pushed back, all the anger and pain and you only feel worse if a bad thought does cross your mind.

Adrien has so much love in his heart and he isn't emotionally prepared to handle anything as complex as the relationship he currently has with his dad. After all, Gabriel defeated Hawk Moth, he must be good.

And this ties into the way he views Ladybug. Ladybug fights against the bad guy which means that he automatically sees her as the good guy and defends some of her more questionable actions (I could discuss this in a whole different post but alas). Depending on the season and his mental state he does have moments of doubt where he calls her out but especially when he's the one hurting, Chat Noir likes to rationalize her behavior. Even when she deserves to be called out for it.

He's essentially doing the same thing with his father that he has done all his life with everyone, no?

[eerna]

ok so its been a couple weeks how do u feel about totk zelink now

(context: here is part 1 of the ask, and also SPOILERS AHEAD!)

For reference, I am currently done with the dragon tears and sages questlines, but still haven't finished the Kogha one. Whatever happens after this point, I have no idea, I'm chilling and doing side quests and leveling up.

There is a difficult line to draw between "this is what the game is saying" and "this is what I am projecting onto it", but to me, this game is about how well Link knows Zelda. BotW was about trying to remember her and why she mattered, and TotK is about trying to figure out her plans and what she was trying to tell you, as she is no longer able to guide you the way she did in BotW. It's listening to what people are saying about her and deciding if it sounds like Zelda or not. It is beautiful, and shows how close the two of them are now! BUT. It would have worked even better if we saw traces of their relationship in the plot. This is a three-pronged feature: 1) In the main quest everyone calls Link "Zelda's swordsman" or "Zelda's chosen protector" and are surprised when they see him without her, but the NPCs STILL don't mention him. The way I almost screamed when I stumbled upon that Lurelin NPC who is like "oh yeah the princess would disguise herself and go on vacation and hike up to the Lover's Pond at sunset!" and I was READY to hear about the person accompanying her. But there was no one. Zelda was alone as far as this guy was concerned. Like pls. 2) Link should have revealed his thoughts on the mystery of Zelda's identity for this theme to work, at least by being the one to figure out the Zelda prancing around Hyrule is an impostor. In fact, the way they didn't try to incorporate the tears quest into the main storyline is pretty disappointing - sorry but Link would NOT just ignore knowing where Zelda is. They should have hidden the last few memories until you're done with the fifth temple to make sure he doesn't look like an idiot. 3) We are STILL in the "Link doesn't react properly to Zelda" era. I'm not even talking about animation, I would have settled for a "Don't look so concerned, we will figure it out!" or a "I know you wish to bring her back right away, but leave the research to me and focus on beating Ganon first!" from Impa at the end of the tears quest. Sure, I choose to interpret his mad dash through Hyrule Castle to get to the sanctum Ganon fight as him completely forgetting any caution or reason in his desperation to get to her, but is that really it? EVERYONE ELSE cares so so much about Zelda as a person instead of a princess, they are constantly talking about her, so Link could have gotten some moments of that too. I'm glad the game stated that Link's duty ended with the Calamity and he CHOSE to stay with Zelda, so it's not that he only cares because he has to, but I wish it was shown outside that one line in a secret diary.

In conclusion, I still stand by my previous claim: Skyward Sword did this same dynamic better, so if I hadn't played that game I might have been elated over this one, but alas. I am still hoping for an earth-shattering emotional moment towards the end of the game that is gonna render all my complaints wrong, I haven't lost hope, but wow my imagination is working overtime to keep me happy

[marlasomething]

Thought Runner 2049 (Bugborg Week - June 14)

Summary: Former gun for hire, re-invented into white-collar criminal Nebula is being interviewed after being offered a job by Yondu's Criminal Family by Mantis...maybe they get along better than expected.

Relationships: Nebula/Mantis

A/N: Written for day 3 of @bugborgweek2023

Prompt: Love languages

Word count: 1626

CW: parental abuse, memories of body modification and abuse, childhood trauma

Also on AO3!

Nebula didn’t like human contact. Usually, it was something that she could easily avoid. After all, his father had been one of the most influential politicians in the History of the United States and, even these days, after having been proved how many terrible things he had done, plenty of people defended him and his shadow grew as larger as it had always done.

This fear didn’t only come from the fact that everybody knew that he seemed to believe he was the only one within the right to harm his step-children, though. It also came from the fact that, even though she had stopped being his hitman many years ago already, but people still knew about her handy-work from that time.

Since then, she had become one of the most successful criminals in the white-globe criminal underground. She had sworn not to kill unless strictly necessary. Not because she cared much about other people’s lives, but because she simply wanted to show Thanos he hadn’t irremediable turned her into a monster.

Of course, that didn’t mean that she didn’t occasionally end some people’s existence if it was absolutely necessary. Alas, her reputation was, somehow, intact in what toughness was referred.

Right now, she was wondering whether it might become even stronger in the violent department, as the contact from Yondu’s Ravangers kept being nice to her.

“Nepo-bug” she grunted, piercing her with her mechanically altered eyes. The other woman, who had some physical alterations done as well (making her shorta kinda similar to the animal she had chosen to name herself after, presumably once she had been adopted by her actual boss), blinked at her, offended.

“That was unnecessary . I’ve proved myself quite capable when it comes to read emotions and reach out to other… Illegal firms . It has nothing to do with who my family is. Also, it is really rude to pray upon another person’s body. Maybe I have good reasons for looking like… this ” after saying that, she made an unconscious gesture, grapping her very own wrist as it hurt.

Nebula understood that language.

  “Dad, why does it hurt so much?”

“Don’t worry Nebula. You will be better once you get used to it. After all, wasn’t your meaty right arm a bother most of the time…?”

 “Fuck, I knew that Ego guy was pretty terrible. I mean, he liked Thanos; but…I won’t say I am sorry, because your current dad still wants to buy my services for far too less than they are worth, but…I get it. What did he do in your head?”

Mantis composed an unreadable expression, completely alien for Nebula, before answering.

“Just sensors to get people better. That is how I know you are trying to get extra money just to prove to your sister that she got payed less because she fancies my brother in the Biblical sense . Also, the money part of business is held by my mom, not dad. Meredith is the best with money, even if not choosing partners, some might say” she smile, and it was genuine. Then, she clicked her fingers and an angry male voice could be heard from behind a wall as all the cameras shut down.

“Lylla! The blue-tattooed lady is going to kill our Mantis if we left them alone. And, then, Drax is going to kill ME !”

“Oh, Rocket, pretty please, shut up or you are sleeping on the couch. I think those two deserve a bit of intimacy…you are alone, honey! Right, Rocket ?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, but you go next time Floor’s teacher calls, alright?”

A door opened and closed and Nebula didn’t hear the end of the conversation (not that she cared).

“So….terrible early childhood dad, uh?”

“Biological, in my case. He cheated on Meredith with a…I don’t even know who my mother was, or is. Just that I was one of those kids that were already born with an inclination to be genetically modified and, since Peter is too old-fashioned human for it…my existence healed his disappointment . What he didn’t expect was, well…”

“…your mother taking his two children and running away with the criminal he had paid to murder his older yet useless son? I mean, that story is kind of famous in our circles”. It had also been the beginning of the end of Ego’s reign in the underground.

“Yes, that. However, the Bad has already been done. I…I might be receptive to artificial modifications, but, what I am not receptive to is to read people as most people do. So…it was…challenging, also, the whole not-fitting-with-my-name-thing” Nebula bit her tongue there; the only thing Thanos had done for her was giving her a name she felt matched more than Pompeii (the one her parents had given her, a bit too much for her taste). “I hear feelings, sometimes even thoughts; when the person is emotionally too vulnerable; but I just burst them out loud, I didn’t get that that made people uncomfortable for quite a while. Then, when I chose to be called Mantis, I asked for the modifications so the ones Ego did remained hidden, especially from me”.

“So, you knew what I was thinking so…am I emotionally vulnerable?” Mantis smiled even more (fuck, how much could this woman made her feel comfortable?).

“That is not bad; I think is a kind of language, an especial one. Just as you got what was going on with me because of how I gestured. I think these are ways that made us communicate in ways that nobody else could” all of the sudden, Nebula felt herself blush.

“Woah, bug, that your brother and my sister are doing grown up things doesn’t mean that you and I…”

At this, Mantis blushed even more.

“Oh, no. No . Of course…I didn’t…just friends”.

“ Friendly acquaintances ” Mantis shrugged.

“Well, at least you dropped the nepo bit already. A beginning is a beginning”.

 Nebula stopped the recording and eyed her partner, who was relaxing over her legs. Mantis laughed at her face.

“I know the pain Lylla went through as a teen, but I swear, it will be nothing compared to the one she is going to feel when I catch her. She said they had stopped recording!”

“She didn’t specify …”

“She did!”

“You know she didn’t!”

“Oh, it’s been a while since my mind has been that easy to read” it was true. Apparently, the only thing she had needed to stop being so emotionally vulnerable was…to stop being so close within herself.

Figured.

“ Oi! It is not the only way I have now to understand you” Mantis hit her with delicacy, but certain strength.

She was right, though. They had been together for longer than Nebula had been not only in a relationship, but it good terms in general with anyone (except for Gamora, of course; but shared abuse would do that to you), and every day she realised she could understood Mantis without having to exchange traditional words.

In small gestures, in shared silences, in how she poured water into a glass…even the silliest of gestures could mean a world. And Mantis was catching up, too; for the first time, she was getting someone from the beginning without her unnatural abilities put into use.

They were just perfectly similar, yet not equal enough, for it. Nebula couldn’t have been luckier to have met her.

She would still call her Bug , though; that was something Mantis would never be able to avoid.

(Not that she actually wanted to).

[mixdgrlproblems]

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[fatalelity]

oh yeah here's tav! addison (or as i like to say ... taddie. bc haha tadpole .... okay bye)

basic rundown ( spoilers for act i mainly ) :

she was born to a dynasty of surgeons, doctors, spellcasters etc in baldur's gate

she's a medical doctor — trained surgeon to be precise, but god she is not a cleric and will go on a 'not all doctors are clerics fuck you' rant

a lover of wine, literature, and just having a good time mostly

she's a pacifist at heart so you can imagine how she feels with what happened to the goblins (yes, my party's on permanent knock ppl out mode)

oh on that note, she became an accidental necromancer... hahaha

being a variation of tav, she's special in the way that she has an innate ability to turn back time (never forward) — if you're familiar at all with "reset theories" this is what i'm going for. for those who don't know, the tldr is that she will remember every event that happens even if she goes to another spot in time (aka reloading a save state). she can't will it to happen. it triggers upon intense emotional responses. it's only been triggered twice in game. it'll take a toll on her and she won't be able to rest for at least two nights

so, that being said she is a sorcerer!

her main party at the moment are with shadowheart, karlach, and gale

she's definitely polyamorous. she has intense feelings for both shadowheart and gale, which is one of the points in the timeline that fucks her up the most

she really does like karlach, but probably wouldn't try to pursue a romance or whatever with her. they vibe. they get angry together. it's fun /*shrugs*

ACT ONE.

she accidentally got lae'zel killed by the tieflings who held her captive — she thought they'd leave the other in her hands but alas. they went into battle, rolled initiative and she wasn't fast enough to stop people... she still feels horrible about it

she's spurred events that lead to the druids attacking the tieflings twice — those were her two resets. she still feels guilty about it, even though the current timeline they are fine... mostly

needless to say, she did not side with the goblins. whilst she actively tried not to kill them, it's hard not to when you use magic and your self preservation instincts kick in

she didn't actually kill minthara, knocked her out real good and hoped she lived

she consumed a tadpole once and that was that

got beef with astarion, tbh they probably would've had hate sex or something idk man. it's a weird relationship she's either being really nice to him or roasting him alive

actively trying to get shadowheart the fuck outta sharran but like, won't judge her for her faith bc it's all she's got since her memories are literally taken away

she's learned to lie real well since travelling with the cohort

scratch, owlbear, arabella, plus mol's gang are her kids. do not fuck with them. i'm serious. she almost killed kagha during the first reset because of it.

unfortunately due to her being single minded of wanting to get the gang to baldurs gate and find answers, unless she sees your suffering, gets lost herself, and/or its something related to her personally she will not engage in the side quests

that being said, they did spend some time in the underdark but very briefly because they got lost and ended back in the camp

so instead, she opts to go through the mountain pass but again got lost and ran into ethel

she accidentally uses necromancy to make mayrina's husband er ... undead. needless to say she feels like a sack of shit for doing that and wants to undo it but this is ultimately mayrinas choice so she let's them be

since on the topic of necromancy, she does still have that cursed necromancy of thay book in possession. no idea what to do with it but yknow, it's not an active problem

in the mountain pass she will not make a detour to the creche, she will go straight to the shadow cursed lands

ACT TWO.

shes actively trying to not have gale go blow himself up... desperately.

there's some strain between her and the others minus karlach, her mvp ... the fires of avernus can sure be comforting in moments that feel so cold to her

I will say this : the decisions she makes here are NOT good. at this point she's mostly focused on keeping everyone alive and kinda forgot about the fact that halsin is Here to lift the curse

she follows kar'niss, does the whole cutscene at moonrise tower and reluctantly agrees to help balthazaar

she goes into his room and er, let's just say her party (NOT HER) took more than just the moonlantern

she will get lost because she's a rich girl from baldurs gate who never learned how to USE a compass ... anyways, let's say she does not go to the mausoleum first and ends up trekking backwards ....

before reaching last light inn, she meets the boy Oliver and plays only one round of hide n seek with him because she has a mission and that triggered the scene where she had to fight his family and pissed him off so royally that it locked her outta lifting the curse. oops. she doesn't know that though ...

when she finds dammon she will actually make the detour to find karlach her metal. she adores karlach. she wants her to live. she wants to give her a real hug.

during said metal excursion er .... let's say she finds her way into the house of healing and she found arabella's parents before arabella herself... the house of healing was where she did her first act of mercy killings outta the many

arabella obviously will stay in camp and tbh, she has this gnawing feeling so she looks around to see if there are any other surviving tieflings (there were not, she was distraught and during long rests the more restless companions can hear her cry in the corner)

i know she said no detours but she saw a night orchid by the cliff and HAD TO get it for shadowheart because God she would kill for some joy — shadowhearts little reaction / joke made her smile for the first time very sincerely

anyways, she finally finds their way into the mausoleum and ahahaha .... hahaha ....

the gauntlet of shar was probably one of the most painful things to witness shadowheart go through. she did not like it and in fact at some point she takes over and sacrifices her own blood

she ignores raphaels entire request lmao

uhm, I'd say what she did with balthazaar was er ... some misty steps, and she pushed him off a cliff out of self preservation

taps into shadowhearts goodness and let her lean into her own intuition which resulted in aylin being spared

after shadowhearts been exiled, she will literally do whatever means to comfort her oh dear God

jaheira does die in moonrise tower ... she feels like shit about it (lol what's new)

anyways, the big boss battle happens and they make their road to baldurs gate

ACT THREE.

say no to evolution god please. she hates the emperor and will do things to piss him off such as steal from the house of hope

she completes companion events in this order (as of now): shadowheart, astarion, karlach, wyll, gale

she didn't actively encourage shadowheart to kill her parents but shadowheart did; she DID actively encourage astarion to not ascend and free the spawns ... oops. monster hunters hate her so much rn

she's deeply tormented by orin. like i mean deeply. she's in despair. she wants it to stop so bad.

obviously she chooses aylin and isobel over some wizard in a tower

she wants to fist fight shar and mystra. so bad. she may be a healer but *cocks gun*

i will add more to this and then write a cohesive page as the game progresses here lol

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

15 Questions

Thanks for the tag Moya!

1. Are you named for anyone?

Technically yes. My middle name is a biblical one, and also my…. Aunt?? Cousin? I’ve met her but I think she’s my dad’s first cousin and I don’t know what that means I am to her.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Like… what type of cry? Sobbed? End of December. Cried? About a week ago. From laughter? Sunday night. My brother was building a clearance gingerbread house and the icing said “made in a nut free facility” and my brother leaned over to me and said “so no men there?” And I lost it. Later he just fucking leaned over and started to hands free eat the house and I lost it again. Just little tears? Last night. I saw an instagram reel and I got misty eyed. I don’t remember what it was about.

3. Do you have kids?

Haha no. I’m not strictly opposed? But I’m not fucking doing that by myself and relationships are real low priority to me.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I used to more. Not so much anymore?

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Mostly what they’re doing. And then if they seem happy or not.

6. What’s your eye color?

Blue

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Honestly neither but I guess happy endings. But not inspiring movies. I fucking hate inspiring movies I spent enough time in church having my emotions manipulated I’m not fucking paying to sit and do it again. Miss me with that shit.

8. Any special talents?

Talent? Uh, I have super flexible shoulders? I guess I would consider my natural aptitude to figure shit out as a talent? Other things I would consider as skills cause I worked for them. So like crafts and my flexibility and writing.

9. Where were you born?

Florida.

10. What are your hobbies?

You don’t have the time to have me list them. And they rotate pretty frequently. But!! I just got a drop spindle and I’m currently obsessed with it. But crafts are definitely a constant. Any craft, I’ve probably tried it once. I’m really not kidding.

11. Have any pets?

Not at the moment. I want rats someday but I’m so busy I wouldn’t be able to give them a good life 😞

12. What sports have you played?

As a child: basketball, soccer, football (like American football lol), tennis, cheerleading.

As an adults I’m pretty active but not really in organized sports. Now I’m doing mostly running, gymnastics, and pole dancing.

13. How tall are you?

5 foot….. 5??? 6???

14. Favorite subject in school?

I honestly liked most of it. I hated geometry tho. One I always wanted to do was Linguistic but alas, FL state law kept me from doing it. 😭 (not that like linguistics specifically is illegal, google excess credit hour laws)

15. Dream job?

Hahahah i don’t even know. I don’t particularly want to work. However I wish I could do animal education at a zoo. I would love that. I would love just answering questions about iguanas.

Oh. Oh wait… my like, dream unbelievable never going to happen job would be an acrobat. Fuck. When I was younger interacting with circus related material like movies or books or even color palets would make my heart hurt. Like sometimes I couldn’t interact with it because it just hurt so much. It’s just so cool and fucking magical and mesmerizing. I loved it. And even at like 15 I thought it was too late for me to ever be a part of that world.

And then when I turned 22 and had a fucking life meltdown, I was watching fucking unus anus and heard Ethan talking about gymnastics and decided to just… try something. And I quickly found out it wasn’t too late?? That I still had a chance to learn and try and experience circus arts??? Now I’ve tried acrobatics and aerial silks and contortion and pole and got on a trapeze once. And now it’s my motivation for how I take care of myself. I have to eat food and move my body and take care of myself. I have to because if I don’t I’ll never be able to try lyra/aerial hoop. I gotta keep going because I’ve got pole on Wednesday and I’m so close to the body spiral.

When I get emotionally low I remind myself I gotta keep going so I can get back to my circus arts.

(Please note I know circus haven’t always been good and nice and happy places. I get it. I know. I’m not talking about that)

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Young Country traditionalist Alex Miller is diggin’ his new music video, “She Makes Dirt Look Good,” which premiered today on DIRT ROAD COUNTRY. A companion piece to Miller’s latest single, the clip was directed by Alex’s ally Steve Kinney, and filmed over two days in Bowling Green and Hodgenville, Kentucky. “Man, I can’t tell you how much fun this shoot was,” Alex exclaims. “We had drones, pickup trucks, back roads, and some big equipment. We also had a sweet, beautiful girl and my favorite John Deere dealership, Wright Implement, featured. They’ve been around since 1936, and they take good care of us.” The video, shot in mid-September, stars Miller and Nashville actress Ayla Demirci, who plays Alex’s love interest in the clip, navigating days filled with sunshine and blue skies and nights awash in gorgeous sunsets and giant harvesters. Demirci’s portrays a gear head repairing the gargantuan Deere machines – and Alex is a hard-working, good-looking farm boy who picks her up after work. The two share great on-screen chemistry and some tender moments on tape. Additional filming took place at Freshstart Farms (Hodgenville). “I’m a farmer and so I wanted to depict agriculture in an accurate way. It was important to me to use local places in this video and Freshstart is one of the oldest farms in the area. Beautiful, too,” Alex adds. There are jaw-dropping shots of the big equipment in action after dark (a common practice nowadays) and grain silos that equal any amusement park ride in height, while drone footage adds an upscale flair. “She Makes Dirt Look Good” is from Alex’s five-song Billy Jam Records’ EP,  MY DADDY’S DAD, produced by hitmaker Jerry Salley. Miller is making hay while the sun shines. Since moving to Nashville in May, he has debuted on the Grand Ole Opry, kept a busy schedule of touring, radio station visits, TV/media interviews, and expanded his songwriting circle. Select upcoming dates include:   Nov 13 -15 – Louisville, KY – North American International Livestock Expo Nov 16 – Tulsa, OK – Hard Rock Casino Nov 18 -19 – Louisville, KY – North American International Livestock Expo CONNECT WITH ALEX MILLER Website | Facebook | Instagram | TikTok | YouTube | X (Twitter) ABOUT ALEX MILLER This now 21-year-old, 6’ 6” entertainer from rural Lancaster, Kentucky is a natural fan favorite. When Alex hits the stage he owns the spotlight – and the hearts of those in the crowd. He can be a wild man onstage with his high-energy performances – ala early Garth Brooks – or he can bring nuance and deep emotion to a tender ballad. American Idol Season 19 brought him fame and totally changed his life in 2021. Alex’s well-received debut album for Billy Jam Records, MILLER TIME, released in 2022, generated three high-impact singles. His second release for the label, COUNTRY (2023), brought more hits: “When God Made The South,” “Girl, I Know A Guy,” and the smash single, “Puttin’ Up Hay,” which spent three weeks at #1 on the CDX True Indie Chart and graced the Top 50 on the Mediabase Activator Chart. He’s toured the State and County Fair circuit heavily (KY, MO, NY, WA, WI, IL, IN, OK, WV), and opened for Brooks & Dunn, Hank, Jr, Josh Turner, Lee Brice, Jamey Johnson, Chris Janson, Ian Munsick, Justin Moore, Alabama, Chapel Hart, Drake Milligan, Noah Thompson, Dillon Carmichael, HunterGirl, Emily Ann Roberts, Neal McCoy, and Tracy Byrd. Alex has also made sure to carve out time for his songwriting, and in the last 12 months he has collaborated with hitmakers Kent Blazy, Larry Cordle, Byron Hill, Carl Jackson, Kirsti Manna, Wood Newton, Emily Ann Roberts, Jerry Salley, Josh Shilling, and Bill Whyte. Closing out a spectacular 2023, he received the American FFA Degree for Excellence, the organization’s highest accolade. Miller’s current five-song EP, MY DADDY’S DAD (Billy Jam Records), produced by Jerry Salley, was released in April of this year. The EP’s title track was a hit at Country radio, and its companion music video enjoyed a premiere on Taste Of Country. Alex moved to Nashville in May and made his debut on the Grand Ole Opry in June. Read the full article

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alenko , what just happened ?

@valahren, morbid curiosity.

a power so great and dangerous that it even came to the detriment of its wielder was certainly one to be feared, especially if it was driven by raw emotion because not only would it be unleashed with tremendous force but also in an uncontrolled, reckless manner. all soldiers have it instilled in them to be poised no matter the situation for the sake of rational decision-making, but it was especially crucial for alenko and his ilk to do so given the volatility of biotics. friendly fire could occur if his abilities came from a place of ire, and alas, currently, he was dealing with the aftermath of that scenario: severely wounded allies. indeed, everyone within range had incurred the ferocity of his biotics, not just the hostiles; it was impossible for their to be discrimination when he wasn't even thinking, just acting.

needless to say, his mind was in overdrive as he waited to learn his fate, and though it was a concern to some extent, the consequences he will receive for his conduct was not his main focus. rather, it was the state of his allies. seeing them debilitated was depressing enough as it was, but knowing it was because of him, that he hurt instead of protected them to such an extent that they needed intensive care, made him absolutely sick.

once the warden entered the room, nervous reactions ensued. his eyes widened, a bead of sweat started to trickle down his face, and he winced at the question. even if it wasn't intended to be, it certainly felt like punishment. having to admit to what he did was the worst thing imaginable to him. he didn't want to do it, his body was actively trying to prevent him with his throat and chest tightening, but he had to remind himself that his suffering was nowhere near comparable to the suffering of his allies. therefore, he must bear it.

alenko tried his best to muster up the strength to show formality whilst addressing his superior, to be well-spoken, articulate and have a straight posture, even though he was mentally, emotionally and physically drained, even though he knew that he may no longer be an officer after this conversation. and his best ended up being a shaky, weak voice, trembling hands, and wandering eyes. he was by no means trying to be disrespectful, it was just the intensity of his emotions was suffocating him. though, that probably didn't matter.

❛ i-i was careless, sir. i injured the ones who depended on me and looked to me as their leader, because i let my emotions take control. i'm the reason why they will be missing in action for the foreseeable future. ❜ taking accountability was the very least he could do considering he couldn't change any of the events that have led them all here. it didn't make him feel any better, of course, but it was a show of humanity that many thought human biotics lacked despite their species. he even questioned his own humanity at times.

❛ they deserved better. ❜

[gutsandsweets]

Fictober day 7

Prompt #7; "follow me if you want to live"

Yet again still another draft. I wanted this day to be for my favorite character since it's my favorite number n all, but just ignore this post for now!!

It was mid day when it had happened. The ship had been on it's correct/righteous path, and nothing bad had happened to the crew. But they, no, *he* should have known that never lasts for long. The weather was mediocre, an uncomfortably warm temperature but no sun burning over them. It had been shunned, hiding between/behind layers of clouds(and such)

It was bound to happen eventually, he guessed. Something would occur/happen/take place that would either put the crew in danger, or decrease their spirits temporarily. But so soon was not expected./it had tooken so long to happen that everyone found themselves lower their guard, if only slightly.

It was like a Roullete in a way. It could be some weather changes, route switching caused by the waves/sea storms, sea kings, outside forces(such as the Marines and other pirates), or some interesting phenomena. This time around, it just so happened to be the latter.

It begun starting in the kitchen. Sanji had recently finished cooking an exquisite dish for the ladies and others to snack on. For an unidentified reason, though, he felt himself getting increasingly overwhelmed and tired. It was so abrupt. He rarely ever even felt this way, and it was only caused by a rough fight when he did. But alas, it had been over months since his last major battle he partook in, so he was clueless as to what it could be.

Perhaps he just needed a quick breather or nap. It would at least fix the exhaustion if he did. Plus, he still had quite some time until liffy would begin to whine and plead/beg for more nutrition/food.

It was decided that he would take a short nap to receive/regain his (full) energy. He finished cleaning up the last of his dishes, putting them in the drying racks before locking the fridge back and closing the door of the kitchen and climbing down the distance from it and the boys cabin. Once he entered he found that nobody else was currently in the room. Thank goodness for that. He was sure it's be significantly hardlee/more difficult to sleep with any of those baboons around.

He unbuttoned his suit coat, setting it on a rack near his bed/hammock. He pulled on his blankets, shaking them troughtly/thoroughly before fluffing them back out. He had already/previously/? stepped out of his shoes and peeled off his cleen/sleek white/pristine socks and then crawled under his few/collection of blankets. He layed on his back, letting a deep sigh out of his lungs before staring into the woods of the ceiling.

Sanji let the silence of the room lull him to sleep. It wasn't often that the soundless environment was left that way for long, and so he wanted to enjoy it while it lasted/use it accordingly.

He shut his eyes, taking a couple/few more conscious breaths as he fell into a state of deep sleep/soft/safe/sleep. As he had no control of what would happen from that point on, it isn't un ordinary that he had no choice on the type of dream he was about to have.

2/3 more paragraphs here?

They had the look of an eldritch/dge god or goddess. Long, silky and luscious hair glazen on top an astonishing face. Delicate skin that looked baby smooth to the touch, no foreign deceiving/intruding scars. As perfect as anything could be, and more.. | Sanji immediately felt a pull to them, as if he had been brought to this world just for this moment/for this purpose of existing here. | They spoke with soul/meaning to their words, each syllable embedded deeply/with emotion and intent/purpose

"You can interpret me as anybody you wish to, my son/darling."

(Ah.. If that's so, would it be alright if i saw you as my mother..?)

"If that is what you desire to call me by, I have nothing against it whatsoever.. As I said, it is whatever pleases you the most/best."

As Sanji looked to the figure/siloet silhouette, it gave him a faint smile. Floating over to his form, it rested a ghostly/fluorescent/faded/transparent hand on his shoulder/taking a firm hold. He could barely feel the touch of their skin, although he knew it was there. He watched/observed as it fazed through his skin, if not only a bit, before they retracted it and held it close to their side/chest.

"I can even alter my looks to support/represent/exhibit features of the one you'd like without even a word out loud of who.."

Hm. So they were like a shifter of sorts? But to be anyone that someone idolized, that they wanted/had a deep need for.. It sounded so angelic. So fitting for such a being, he couldn't have thought of a more fitting asset to this figure/goddess. To have the ability to change to whatever they liked- it was the dream of almost every human and living being/person alike. He was sure many people envied those just like them,khoping/wishing they could be the same/have the same purpose/power/ability/empowerment.

Then, maybe if he..?

The split second a thought of someone entered sanji's mind, the floating figure began to warp. It still held a resemblance of the original form/maker/inventor/?, but now shared the same features as someone far from/into his past. Light/pale strands of hair turned blonde, and they closed their eyes before opening them to an entirely different color. An ocean blue rather than the previous white/black. Near white/clear/pale skin with a dress of the same silken materials from before.

Sanji felt himself hold back a breath in shock/from shock. He had believed fully that this power was a real one, that this being/thing/form was being truthful. But yet, he hadnt expected it to be so.. So.. Accurate. It seemed so familiar, as if it was the real thing.

A nearly identical copy of his mother's features/looks, right next to/in front of him.

'Could this really be possible?' He wondered.

Nothing like this had ever happened over the time of his journey across the sea(s) as the Strawhats cook,(let alone in general). Strangely new things happened all the time here in this world, but this was the first that even came close to something as awe-inspiring/eye widening/shocking(suspenseful) as this. To make yourself essentially another version of people so close to those you spoke/walked with, to be so akin to those someone held so dearly.. It shouldn't be possible- simply put

But Sanji had learned best/most of all that the idea, the theory/feelings of (the word) 'impossible' further showed that it was, indeed, possible. This new land had no limits apparently, and this was not going to be it.(suddenly be). Anything was possible, even stuff as buzzare as this.

They continued to walk, settling in the silence along with the faint/low/quaint hums of the surrounding area(?). The space seemed infinite. A narrow path led from one end to the next, although/though Sanji was unsure of what lay at either. It could lead to an ideal dream land, or no where at all. There was no way to find out asides from continuing further on this path. Maybe he could figure out/reveal as to why exactly he was brought/is here? He chose to keep walking, maybe if he came upon the end of the trail then he could understand that at the least. Anything to find a clue of this place/it's purpose would do.(.)

He started to wonder if this was even a dream at this point.

The figure began to talk again, saying something along the lines of this being the calling to/of his future/purpose.

"I can tell you question why you are present here..

It's because I have been assigned to speak to you of your future and paths you might take, sanni."

He listened as they spoke, a bit confused even after hearing the reasoning. It seemed a bit odd to be here for something like that. He already knew how he was going to go about living in his future, as far as he knew..

"I don't see the reason behind this to be logical/reasonable..i already know how the rest of my life will play out and where I want to go with it." He exclaimed, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his sleep pants

They shook their head lightly, smiling at his response.

"Oh, you silly.. Just because you know your plans doesn't mean they'll always be guaranteed to smhaooen/succeed. Theres infinite possibilities.."

"Like what? Are you saying something terrible is going to happen in the future for me, or are you hinting to something else..?"

He grew more curious and confused, trying to pin down what they really meant.

"No, not quite. But im here to tell you about what you should avoid in order for that to not end up being the result."

They both kept on moving, step after step as they conversed. Back and forth words, answering the burning questions of what this all meant. They revealed that they were like a distant guardian of sorts and knew exactly how his future could go based off of his choices from here on. They told him of things to avoid, things to stay around, and the whole list..

"You'll follow me and my words if you want to live. I can only do so much to help you if you do not listen."

Sanji leaned his head down in a small bow/nod, finally (starting to understand)understanding all of this. He kept his voice quiet as he felt himself begin to awake/wake back up. He spoke with a low tone , on the brink of al3ep and the word awake.

"I'll make sure to keep all of that in mind. Thank you, _.