#but it irritates me in the same way as doggo

[killedgirl]

i hate when people call babies tiny humans its just annoying to me like we get it. do you call your husband a large human. maybe this is a sexism moment bc it tends to be normcore facebook millennial moms saying i pushed a TINY HUMAN out of my vagina but like guess what there's actually a word for that known as baby

[attornsky]

Alrighty i wanna talk a little abt Sherlock & Co. I originally started listening to it cuz I honestly just wanted another form of media for Sherlock that I hadn't consumed yet, but i 100% stayed for the characters and plot.

With a little background, I am diagnosed with anxiety and get panic attacks. I don't wanna self diagnose but i believe i show signs of untreated adhd (im working on a way to get diagnosed and medicated 🤞) and as a result of these two things, my self esteem and grades at school declined so quickly and suddenly and it affected me so much. I graduated HS three weeks ago, and Im applying to medical school rn, but because of how i performed in my senior year, i have 0 confidence that I could even handle my pre-med preparatory year. I often consider myself stupid and below average because if I can't get good grades, then what am i supposed to do with my life? Anyway, due to my suspected adhd, I have a lot of sensory issues, especially sounds and touches, and nobody seems to understand. I get irritated from overstimulation and sometimes just wanna start crying in the middle of a busy street. It happened a lot during school. We were 36 students crammed into one classroom, so it was never quiet, and it made it even harder for me to concentrate. My school is known to be the worst in the country, and they're not accommodating to any student. We're also KG through 12, so there's always the irritating sound of kids yelling and shouting. I just couldn't handle the constant noise, and i couldn't wait to get home so i could get in bed, close the blinds, and watch a comfort show with my doggo sleeping next to me.

That's where the representation in Sherlock & Co comes in. They've written an adult character with sensory issues, who is open about them and his friends accommodate him. He uses ear defenders and sunglasses and makes an effort to understand his neurotypical friends. That just made me so much more comfortable about the fact that I constantly have noise cancelling earbuds shoved in my ears when I'm in public. I've even started wearing headphones instead (cuz it's better for ur ears ig??). Another thing is, they mention that sherlock, despite being super smart, didn't get good grades in college. And that's like!!! Yeah!! Standardised tests are awful and serve no purpose except shatter students' confidence when they don't get the desired grade. It's not a "one shoe fits all," and it shouldn't be. Everyone has strong points that couldn't be measured using a multiple choice exam. I can't even begin to count the number of panic attacks and breakdowns i get from anything school-related. I've seen close friends break down in uncontrollable tears from bad test scores. And these same friends are the most intelligent, well-spoken people I've met. Just because they couldn't memorize 200 pages of physics formulas and definitions doesn't mean they're worth any less. I don't know. That line from S&C just stuck with me.

Anyway, yeah. This podcast just makes me feel so soft and comfortable and fills me with relief and confidence. I don't know how to explain it.

[enjoying-my-life-day-by-day]

There's a lot going on in life right now.

Charlie got her surgery and she is recovering. we are going through all the stuff she's need and stuff she can't do. I feel bad that it's so restricted but I also want her to heal the right way so she can be the doggo she wants to be.

Ba and nova are here and I'm glad they are. I enjoy having them with us but I think we are still getting used to everything. My priority is for her to feel good her and I think I have done that. It has come with challenges. Nova and Charlie have a rough time sometimes. And ba is the person I would want to stay with us but even with it being her sam and I are thrown off and trying to get used to it all.

We both behave differently around our families and we are behaving different cause we are around our family. We are trying our best to figure it out but its hard. We also talked about how we spend time and that added more pressure to her making her feel more stressed and tired and irritable.

I feel like my focus is being pulled away from our little family and I understand that its for a good reason but I don't like it and its makes me want to focus on us with the time I have but its hard because I'm trying to do so much.

I enrolled in pcc for microelectronics and it was really exciting but at the same time it will require a lot of time and attention, which it deserves but I don't really want to give to it. So I dropped my classes and plan on enrolling next semester but I'm not sure if thats really what I want.

I also applied and interviewed for a samu pilot tech program and I'm really excited about it but I'm not sure if I'll get one of the 4 spots. I have prepared, not as well as I could have, but I'm spread so far that its hard. I think I did a good job showing myself and my strength but I don't think I made it n the first program. I think I showed I was good enough for the program but I'm not sure if the first one is the one that I will get.

I feell like I have all this on my mind all the time and I don't want any of it but I want it all too and then I have been so tired for so long that it makes it harder to deal and I know that I can do it and will get through it but its just hard and I'm scared and ik itll all be okay and work out hut I'm tired and scared and its alot all of the time.

[theinaccurateone]

Dear diary:

Today I met someone on my patrol route! Their name was error! (Alright, I haven’t heard of a name like that before).

I was walking on my patrol route, looking out for any dangerous space aliens that may want to attack our little corner of space. I was just jumping between some of the floating rocks by doggo’s station when I noticed that some were being held down by these blue strings.

Curious and cautious, I followed them. If I could find the source, I could find the culprit!

As I followed I started to imagine what this source could be. Big and muscular? No….this felt more like the work of a skinny villain! One with….with long messy hair and tight clothes. A pure delinquent out for trouble! Well, that’s what I imagined any way.

As I came round a corner, I saw this source. The blue strings all lead to someone standing near the edge of the astroid. They had a black, yellow and blue coat, black shorts and blue slippers. Their legs (which I noted were that of a skeletons) were red, but his head was also this black color.

I drew a bone, and called out.

“You there! State your business in disrupting the peace of monsters!”

The man turned, and to my shock, he shared the face of my brother, sans!

His eye sockets were red, with his eyes being white in one eye, with the other having yellow and blue. His teeth were the same yellow as his jacket, though not out of being unclean. The most distressing thing was, however, that the strings were coming out of his eyes!

He just looked at me, a look of irritation but also defeat crossing his face.

The we looked at each other for a while, after which I spoke again.

“Sir, please. As part of the royal guard, I, the great papyrus, must know your business!”

The familiar looking stranger seemed to be searching for something in his mind before responding.

“I’m not-

I’m not disturbing anyone.”

They claimed. We looked eyes again. He had pain in his eyes. That type of pain that I couldn’t describe. His hands twitched, I noticed that his fingers were cracked. they had been broken and not set correctly, held together by the strings from his eyes. His stance indicated that he was about to go on the attack, so I eased up my own in an attempt to avoid conflict and be more friendly.

“I apologize sir! I did not mean to anger you! Your strings are simply defacing public property so if you could please fix that, that would be appreciated!”

They paused again, the silence weighing on the both of us until I heard a slithering sound. I looked down, seeing strings brushing against my boots as it was called back to him. Once it had returned, he turned back to the cliff, looking over the edge.

Then We slowly started talking!

His name is error!

He says he is not from around here. His home is somewhere I can’t get to apparently.

I asked about his fingers and he told me they were broken by a close friend of his before they were friends. I asked if he was related to sans, but he said no. Although, he does say he is asked that quite a lot, so I shouldn’t feel too bad.

I told him about myself, and he seemed really interested! Apparently he goes to that spot when he feels upset. I asked him why he was upset now, and it is apparently because this friend of his went behind error’s back and broke a promise. Thought, it was a different friend to the one that broke his fingers.

After that, we both stayed there in silence until I had to go home. I told him that I would stop by soon, and despite his hesitation, he said he is looking forward to it!

I’ll write about our next meeting soon!

From, The Great Papyrus!

Writing prompt Error is chilling in Outertale and Outer!Papyrus (Or Starstruck as I like to call him) finds this strange glitchy skeleton that looks very lonely and like he needs a friend, LUCKILY! The Great Papyrus Is Great At Making New Fiends And Is Ready To Cheer This Strange Brother-look-a-like Up!

[aceofspadegrass]

Imagine Dori going out to play a game,and after he plays the game..he wouldn't just go straight back to the beach,No!. He would steal the car from Niragi and just drives back to his house,going inside his house grabbing fanta and drives back to the beach with fanta,introducing fanta to hatter and we all know that hatter would accept him.

And then bring fanta back to his and Niragis room,breaking the door at the process to just go inside the room. Noragi utterly goes up to him,yelling at him..but when he sees fanta right next to Dori's leg..he's like" Aight,I'mma steal your dog" And just grabs fanta,and the next Niragi would force hatter to let fanta become a militant dog so that he could give fanta a rifle and a Fedora hat..which fanta will not like if the Fedora hat is given by Niragi-

How about dori giving fanta a Fedora hat?,fanta will love it and sleep with for the rest of his life. Niragi giving fanta a squeaky toy that is basically shaped like a rifle

Fanta is a Good Doggo

Characters: Niragi Suguru, Last Boss, Hatter, Dori Sakurada, Aguni, Cabot

Genre: Niragi get’s to meet Fanta! And maybe shoot a dude dead, but shush.

3k words

This was fun to write. Also, I only have a very vague idea of Fanta’s gender (Trust me, I still don’t know if I’m correct) so if I’m wrong, sorry about that. All I have figured out of Fanta’s gender is based on the underside of this very nice Fanta picture.

When games meant people were going to die in front of everyone lucky enough to stay, within the vicinity of where others shared the same space, not everyone dealt with them well. Some broke a little more each time, some powered through, some even enjoyed it. Either way, everyone earned their right to live in some aspect or another. They fought to keep breathing for another day or two, and came back to their base to eventually do it all over again.

And some, by the sheer power of something refusing to let them hit the dirt and breathe their final breath, just meanders through the games as if it were nothing more than a very realistic fiction.

That’s what was happening, at least in front of Niragi’s eyes. He readjusts the thick black bomber jacket that Sakurada gave him, stained with thick blood, hidden within the darkness. Said man that gave him the jacket was talking to another, who seemed oddly excited to see the man, even though his near carbon copy version was right there within view. Perhaps there was something less wanted in him that Sakurada had. A prettier smile, maybe. Or a nicer demeanour that people preferred to stick closer to. Too afraid to come closer to him.

They were correct to be afraid. Being afraid meant Niragi didn’t have to be seen as weak. But the few that weren’t, respected him. They held themselves at the same level, and Niragi at least gave them the respect if they deserved it.

Begrudgingly, it somewhat extended to his doppelgänger as well. Sakurada never exhibited a single hint of fear towards him, and even willingly attacked him with that darn water sprayer that he kept with him the entire time.

“ Oi! Are we leaving yet or not?” Niragi calls out to the man as he finally bids the other person adieu, Sakurada coming over to him with a kind smile.

“ Hey, can I ask you for a favour?” Sakurada asks, Niragi scowling a little. “ Hah? What for? Can’t you ask me later?” Sakurada smiles at him, and offers zero explanation, other than a simple request to head back himself, as he needed the car to do something. Which, granted, the Beach wasn’t that far from where the game arena was, maybe an extra fifteen minute walk on foot added on to the time it would’ve taken if they took the car, but Niragi still didn’t like how Sakurada thought he’d be okay with it.

But Sakurada was already in the car and driving away by the time Niragi noticed the bastard even left his side with that request, Niragi yelling after the retreating vehicle.

“ Hey!  Hey! You asshole, get back here!” Niragi chases the car for a couple more meters, but the car is much too quick for him to chase by foot, disappearing into the night. Niragi lets out a yell, eyes burning with fury and foot stomping against the ground. “ Fuck!” A presence next to him makes itself known, clearing their throat. “ Hey uh…. Did our ride just up and leave us?” 

Niragi whips around, blood still boiling, staring at a nobody Beach member, who looked far too innocent and naive to realize that Niragi was simply not in the mood for small talk. Next to them was a blank-faced Last Boss, who Niragi briefly forgot was even with them, the rest having perished within the game. That didn’t matter anyways, Niragi needed something to let his feelings out, and he whips his beloved gun from his shoulder and jabs it in the direction of the nobody, who yelps and backs up in fear. Delicious, raw fear, the person staring at Niragi with pleading in their eyes, even if it too dark to properly make out what they held. The wide eyes, the trembling bones, the bobbing Adam’s apple, that was enough.

“Oh, so you can see. Whoop de fucking do.” Niragi snarks, the person holding their hands up in the air, eyes flickering between the cold barrel against their chest and the burning eyes of Niragi. “ Yes our ride fucking up and left. I don’t know what he was thinking, but we’re gonna have to walk back.” “ H-How far is the Beach?” Came their shaky voice, and Niragi stares in the general direction of where they came from, muttering to himself as he forced his brain to work outside the blaze within his bone. 

“ Longer than what I should have to deal with.” Niragi answers, and takes the gun back as he starts walking back to where the Beach should be. The sound of feet against the ground follow him, and the idiot asked way too many questions for Niragi to care about comes too close to his side, staring at him nervously.

“ You seem mad. Was it because of the guy that took the car? I’m sure there was a perfectly good reason for that guy to take the car! Even if it was a little weird he forgot us. It’s a good night for a walk anyways! Lucky it wasn’t a Spades game, otherwise-“ “ Oh my goodness, do you never shut up!?” Niragi looks at them, and in a fit of impulsive irritation he swings his gun against their skull, a crack resounding in the cold empty night, their body hitting the ground with a thud. “ Asking question after question, do you not see I don’t wanna deal with another gosh darn annoyance?! You know what, I’m already pissed, I need to do something. Lucky you.” His lip pulled up into a sarcastic sneer, full of disgust. “ I need a good stress reliever.” He aims the rifle at the fallen body, the person screaming and scrambling backwards.

“ W-Wait!? No, wait, I’m sorry, please don’t-“ Their words were cut off as Niragi pulls the trigger, shots ringing in the air and blood painting the ground. Niragi doesn’t stop until he feels his tense energy get pulled into each and every bullet, when he finally becomes satisfied as the body is nothing more than bloody cheese.

Niragi scoffs, and spits on the body to rub it in, the final piece of the puzzle. He holds his rifle down by his side and stumbles into the night, the sound of footsteps decreased by two.

Three minutes later, and Niragi needed to rant, his mouth opening and spilling his slight  against Sakurada to his only audience. Last Boss says nothing in return, but Niragi didn’t need any words spoken back. He appreciated that, not needing any more of a reason to get annoyed. They return to the Beach within a fair amount of time, nobody truly questioning where the others were or where their car even was, other than a few talking amongst each other. One less  drinking buddy here, one less of a good time there. Niragi ignores it all and heads straight to Hatter’s, Last Boss behind him the entire time.

He opens the door, Hatter greeting them, Cabot sitting on his lap and wearing Hatter’s sunglasses, the cat comfortable. Niragi walks in and slaps the card on the table, huffing. “ There. Your stupid card.” “ Thank you Niragi!” Hatter chirps, and he looks over Niragi’s shoulder, likely at Last Boss. “ And you as well for letting me watch over your cat! She is such a wonderful buddy for a rousing conversation over the legalities of dolphins!” Niragi never hears a response, nor does he even stay long enough, already leaving the moment he was able to. He heads back to his room to sleep the rest of the night off, too mentally exhausted to really want to deal with anyone else at the moment.

Least of all Sakurada, when he would inevitably come back.

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The sun had not risen yet when the door slams open, hitting the wall rather violently. Niragi is startled awake, and he rubs his eyes and turns to the source of the noise, Sakurada standing there with the hallway lights still on and illuminating him. Niragi’s mood sours the moment he lays eyes on him, and he gets out of bed and storms over to him, grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt.” You little bitch! You left me there at the game and made us walk! What fucking gives!?” Sakurada holds his hands up, one gently tapping the grip that had his shirt. He smiles back, opening his mouth to explain. Niragi at least gave him that, one step away from going to grab his gun and give Sakurada a new hole to breathe out of.

“ It was super important that I took the car, since it was a little far and I needed to carry things! Besides, I didn’t want to disturb you guys and cause too much of a scene-“ “ Leaving us there caused enough of a scene, asswipe-“ Niragi shakes the man, Dori wiggling but maintaining his stance. “ Yes, but-“ Sakurada starts up again, and Niragi was near about to punch the pretty asshole when he felt something step on his foot, and the soft sound of sniffing made him look down, thinking it was Cabot for a second. Instead, a small fluffy dog stood there, brown in colour and very cute. Niragi lets go, the dog looking up at Niragi and barking at him. 

“ Is that a dog.” Niragi lets the sentence tumble from his lips, Sakurada eagerly nodding. He  kneels down, petting the pooch. The dog’s tail wags happily.

“ Yes! Niragi, meet Fanta! He’s my dog!” He announces, continuing to stroke the dog. Niragi nods as he too kneeled down, and he holds a hand out to Fanta, who sniffs at his fingers before giving them a greeting lick.

“… I love your dog. Fanta, you said?” Sakurada nods, smiling. “ Cool. I’m going to steal your dog now. Night bitch.” He scoops the dog up and carries Fanta to bed, crawling back underneath the covers and setting the dog on top, Fanta barking and investigating the sheets. Niragi’s gun was still tucked in bed with him, but Niragi wasn’t dumb enough to leave the safety off. He even made sure to put a little cap over the trigger to even prevent it being moved.

He wasn’t a Diamonds for nothing.

Sakurada say nothing, but Niragi does hear him laugh a little, and bid him a goodnight as well. Fanta barks in his ear, Niragi gently shutting the dog’s mouth shut.

“ Goodnight, dog. Go to sleep.” Niragi mutters, Fanta whining a little and wiggling out his touch. At the very least he settles down, Niragi huffing inaudibly and falling back asleep, a warm weight remaining nearby him.

Morning comes too soon, and Niragi wakes up to Fanta still besides him, sleeping peacefully. He smiles to himself, already getting an idea, and he picks up the dog, Fanta waking up with a confused yelp from being picked up so suddenly, Niragi carrying the dog right out of the room. He makes sure not to wake up Sakurada as he heads down to Hatter’s room, throwing open the door and slamming on the lights. “ Hey! You! Wake up you slutty flamingo!” Niragi shouts, waking up the leader of the entire Beach. His hair was a bit of a mess, Hatter grumbling and combing his hair with his fingers. “ Ah? Niragi?” Hatter blinks a few times, and comes over the moment he saw Fanta in Niragi’s arms. “ Oh my goodness you brought me a new friend! Hello you glorious being!” Hatter pets Fanta with the enthusiasm of an old man greeting a grandchild, Fanta barking and wagging his tail happily.

“ This is Fanta. Can I make him a militant dog.” “ Hm? Why?” Hatter asks offhandedly, attention fully on Fanta.

“ Because I want to make him a militant dog, and I want to give Fanta a miniature rifle. And a fedora, obviously. Because he deserves one. So do I.” Niragi tells him. Hatter waves him off, still petting Fanta like he was the greatest thing since rubber ducks.

“ I can get that arranged!” Niragi grins to himself, pleased, and Hatter finally looks up at Niragi. “ I’ll get Aguni to get that all arranged for you!” “ Aw fuck yeah.” Niragi mutters, and Hatter continues to pet Fanta for a couple more minutes before he finally had his fill. With a wave from Hatter, Niragi finally leaves. He sets Fanta down, done with carrying the rather large dog, and heads back to his room, Fanta marching alongside him. Niragi smiles down at the dog, internally vibrating with joy.

“ Oh, this’ll be great.”

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Later that day, Aguni comes over to Niragi’s room, looking at the still opened door, which had a rather decent sized crack running through it. He doesn’t mention a word as he comes over to Niragi, setting a small dog sized rifle and two hats on the bed, one much smaller than the other.

“ There.” That was all he said, and after a brief petting of the fluffy dog, he leaves them alone, Niragi grinning excitedly and putting his new fedora back on. Fanta barks at him, tail wagging. Niragi picks up the smaller hat, and he attempts to lower it onto Fanta’s head.

This doesn’t go well, Fanta barking again and running off. Niragi gasps, offended, and gets up to chase him around the room. Fanta was a crafty little dog though, managing to evade Niragi in every turn. 

“ Get back here you ungrateful little-“ Niragi begins to shout at the dog, but he’s stopped when he feels cold, familiar mist on his face, Niragi stopping in his tracks. “ Ah! Sakurada, what the hell!”

“ Don’t be mean to Fanta! Also, where did you get that?” Sakurada plucks the fedora off of Niragi’s head, Niragi becoming offended again in the past ten minutes as Sakurada opens the window and yeets it out the window as well. Sakurada spots the tiny dog rifle on the bed, and he gasps as well, picking it up and turning around to look at Niragi like a disappointed mother.

“ Are you trying to turn my child into a murderer! Shame on you, Niragi, you should know better!”  Sakurada reprimands, crossing his arms. “ You’re not my mom!” Niragi retorts. “ And come on, Fanta deserves a gun! And a hat!” Sakurada sighs, and simply sets the rifle down on the bed and kneels down, calling his dog over, Fanta happily padding over to him. Sakurada pets Fanta with a smile, then looks to Niragi, the latter still clutching the smaller doggy hat. “ May I see that, please?” Sakurada holds his hand out, Niragi continuing to stare at him. He finally concedes, and he comes over, handing over the hat. “ Fanta didn’t want it though.” Niragi dejectedly mutters with a bit of irritation, but Sakurada only chuckles a little and looks down at Fanta, holding the hat up to the dog’s nose. Fanta sniffs at it a few times, tail wagging. Sakurada looks up at Niragi one more time, Niragi looking down at him in pure confusion, then sheer indignation as Sakurada easily slides the fedora on Fanta’s head. “ There! Easy as that!” “ But- Hey, that’s cheating, how’d you do that!” Sakurada merely shrugs, petting Fanta a little more and standing up. “ I guess Fanta didn’t want you putting it on? Fanta is a very smart dog after all!” Niragi only huffs, crossing his arms and shaking his head at Fanta, who happily lays down on the floor. “ You little prick…..”

Still, that doesn’t stop Niragi from bringing Fanta with him later on patrol, the dog eager for a walk. People cooed at the cute dog, Niragi glaring at a few too dared get too close for comfort. He had to keep up his persona after all, even with the addition of a rather cute dog by his side.

He meets up with Last Boss again by the end of it, Cabot meowing at Niragi the moment he arrives. Fanta barks upon seeing the feline, Cabot tucking herself away into Last Boss’ hood. Last Boss stares down at Fanta in silence, Niragi snorting. “ Your cat is a pussy.”

Last Boss looks at Niragi at that comment, slowly blinking. “ …. Yes? She’s a cat.”

“ Ugh, you made it boring. Never mind. But still! Say hello to Fanta! This is a new member to the militants!” Last Boss nods, and he looks down at Fanta, just staring at the dog. Fanta didn’t seem to mind, merely wagging that little tail.

“ Anyways, I’ll see you later! I need to go get something! If Aguni asks, I went to pamper the fuck out of Fanta. If Sakurada asks, tell him to fuck off. Okay bye!” He waves and walks away, Fanta obediently trailing along with him.

He hops into a car, Fanta in the passenger seat, and drives away, having only the vaguest of ideas where he was going.

Three hours later, he returns, Fanta happily squeaking a squeaky toy that very oddly resembles a small rifle. He opens the door, Fanta running over his lap and into the open area with the little gift in his little doggy mouth, Niragi following after. Once back into the building, it doesn’t take long before Niragi sees Sakurada coming towards him, a worried expression on his face. “ Oh, there you two are! I was worried when you suddenly disappeared, you know! Where did you go?” “ To get Fanta a gift, obviously! Look, isn’t he so happy!” He gestures down at Fanta, the dog squeaking the toy once more. Sakurada smiles, a certain concerned tightness at the edges.

“ Niragi, why did you give my dog a gun again.” “ Hey! A squeaky gun! Huge difference! Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

Sakurada sighs, and he lightly shakes his head. “ Alright, but that’s it, okay?” 

“ Ugh, fiiiiiine. Fanta still goes on patrols with me though.” “ Yes, of course. Fanta deserves to go on walks.” Niragi fist pumps the air. “ Aw yeah. You’re the fucking best, you Dior mannequin. Come on Fanta, let’s go throw eggs at the bleached trash bin.” He runs off, Fanta barking and climbing Sakurada’s legs for a few pets from his owner before running off to join Niragi in his crime time.

Sakurada simply watches them go, with the slight hint of worry for his poor Fanta. The dog was a smart doggo though, so Sakurada trusted Fanta to hold his own against Niragi. Hopefully there wouldn’t be….. too much damage control he’d have to do later.

[anogete]

Watch me vomit up my thoughts

It’s been a while, hasn’t it?  I’m sorry I’ve disappeared on everyone.  It’s been... a year.  I think that probably goes for everyone, not just me.  If you’re interested in a personal life update, then read on.  If you’re looking for an update on my writing then I regret to inform you that I haven’t written a single thing this year.  Maybe next year, though.  There is always next year, right?  I think I saw a blurb that we’re getting Sam and Bucky back in March.  And Loki shortly after.  Maybe that will be my inspiration.

I’m fortunate enough to have a job that lets me comfortably work from home.  I’m also fortunate enough to own a home.  And my last blessing is that I don’t have kids, so I didn’t have to figure out the nightmare of childcare and home schooling like some of you.  My library on the second floor of the house has been my office since mid-March.  I’ve been transitioning into the Associate Financial Advisor roll this year and that has been going well.  I’m supporting the clients I’ve worked with as an assistant for the past nine years, so it’s been easy-going.  I’m able to order my groceries for pick up to avoid going in the stores and I live in an neighborhood where it is easy to get delivery from restaurants.  I’m incredibly lucky to have all these things going for me and I am thankful every damn day.

I fell into a bit of a funk this spring and early summer, but managed to pull myself out of it in August.  I started planning my meals, walking 2-5 miles every day, and exercising on the Peloton bike I bought a year ago.  I also started reading again and zipped through almost 50 books between June and now.  By November, I was feeling strong and healthy.  I felt like I had found a balance between work and activity and self-care.  I was still coming to terms with my grandma passing in March of last year and with Ferguson (my sweet doggo) passing in September of last year.  But I was trying and things were getting better.  I felt like I had my feet underneath me.

Lemme stop you here if you don’t want to read about death and some general medical stuff.  Because that’s mostly what you’re getting from here on out.

On November 21st, my mom texted me at 5:30am.  I got it right away because I usually wake up around that time, alarm or not.  She said she had dropped my dad off at the hospital because he was having difficulty breathing.  Apparently, he’d been feeling bad for a week, but insisted to everyone that it was just his sinuses draining.  I called her and began questioning her like I was cross-examining a star witness.  I was able to piece together a really fucking shitty story.

My dad always went to a friend’s house on Friday evenings to have a couple beers and hang out.  We’d all warned him since March that he needed to stop, but he insisted it was fine.  He bought into a lot of the cavalier attitude that the Trump fans have over this virus. Plus, he was 64-years-old and didn’t take any medication so he probably thought it was no big deal.  He spent a few hours at his friend’s house on November 6th.  Unbeknownst to anyone at the time, he received a call from that friend on November 11th that the friend and the friend’s wife had tested positive for COVID.  He didn’t share this info with my mother, my brothers, or my uncle, all of whom had been near him.  By November 15th, he was coughing but insisted it was drainage when my mom suggested he take something for it and go to the doctor.  By November 18th, he was worse and admitted to my mom that his friend had tested positive but that he hadn’t seen him for almost two weeks so his problems were just sinus-related and not COVID.  My mom hates confrontation, so she accepted this and didn’t tell anyone, including me and my brothers.  By November 19th, he had a fever and was having trouble breathing along with a persistent cough.  He finally agreed to take some cold medicine, but refused to call his doctor’s office despite my mom asking him many, many times.  At 4:30am on November 21st, he woke my mom and asked her to take him to the hospital because he couldn’t breathe well.  She dropped him off and returned home to text me since they wouldn’t allow her in the building.  She also texted my brothers, who admitted that they felt like they’d had a cold for several days.  I live 4 hours away and haven’t traveled since March, so I hadn’t seen any of them.

A nurse called my mom a couple hours after she dropped my dad off to tell her that he was positive for COVID and pneumonia and they were admitting him to put him on a bipap.  From what I understand, that’s the oxygen mask that pushes air into your lungs.  Later that day, the health department called my mom and told her to quarantine for two weeks.  My mom cooperated and gave them my brothers’ phone number (they live together), my uncle’s phone number, and the name and number of the person we suspected my dad was infected by (his friend).  My brothers opted to get tested and were positive.  They quarantined for two weeks and had mild to moderate symptoms (brief fever, very tired, cough, drainage).  My mom had virtually no symptoms with the exception of some drainage that she took Mucinex for.  She didn’t get tested, but she lived and slept in the same bed with my dad for a week while he was symptomatic.  If my brothers got it from 30 minutes in the same room as him, surely she got it as well.  My uncle and his son got tested, but they were negative.

My dad was cooperative with the doctor and nurses at first, but as the first day wore on he became irritated.  He’d been without his chewing tobacco (yes, I know: eww) for several hours and was going through nicotine withdrawal, but wouldn’t admit that to the nurses or doctor.  The next day he was put in ICU, still on the bipap, and even more unruly and rude to the staff taking care of him.  They called my mom to ask her to talk to him and convince him to cooperate.  They said if he couldn’t recover on the bipap and required a ventilator then “things would be very bad.”  My mom tried to talk to him by text and he just continued to insist that he was well enough to come home.

I used to be close to my dad when I was a kid, but we’d grown apart over my adulthood.  Over the past 20 years, my dad morphed into someone different.  Everyone around him, especially my grandmother, told me they saw this happen the same as I did.  The result was that my dad became someone I didn’t like and didn’t want to spend time with.  He also didn’t seem to know how to talk to me anymore.  To be fair, I didn’t give him much help in that regard.  I texted him to see how he was doing and the conversation quickly devolved into him complaining about the care and insisting he was well enough to come home.  I tried to reason with him and appeal to his love for my mom by saying that my fear was him coming home and giving her the virus.  He told me that he’d decided he was no longer contagious and this was just a bunch of bullshit.  This conversation via text continued through Monday and Tuesday (November 23rd and 24th), but it took a turn for the delusional.  The doctor can only assume that the virus and the lack of oxygen had resulted in hallucinations and delusions.  My dad told my mother and I that he was in an office building owned by a man named Mr. Pritt.  He said he was the only patient and that this man was having his workers experiment on him and that they would eventually kill him.  He demanded that we come get him immediately so he could recover at home.  When we told him he’d die if he came home because he was too sick, he insisted he wasn’t sick at all and became very angry with us.  He accused both my mom and I of conspiring to kill him because we wouldn’t help him.  One day he told me that I’d confirmed what he’d known all along.  I asked him what that was and he said, “That I always loved you more than you loved me.”  This really hurt because even though I knew he was loopy, I also knew that he’d probably actually had that though before.

He began refusing treatment on those days and wouldn’t accept the steroids they were trying to give him and raised hell when they tried to take him for a chest x-ray.  He also told them he didn’t want to be placed on a ventilator even though he had agreed to one when he was admitted.  He was texting all of his friends and telling them he needed a ride home.  He attempted to get up and leave the hospital twice, falling in the floor both times because he was so weak from lack of oxygen once he took the mask off.  He also told my mom and I that he was secretly removing the mask when the nurses couldn’t see to prove to them that he wasn’t sick.  He was taking and sending blurry pictures to us of the room as “evidence.”  He told my mom to forward the pictures to “the feds.”  The pictures were of his hospital bed, the whiteboard with his nurses’ and doctor’s names on it, his IVs, etc.  By the morning of Wednesday, the 25th, I was getting some off-the-wall texts from him.  He was begging us to come check him out of the hospital at that point and we were trying to play along and tell him we were getting everything in order for him to come home soon.  Eventually, he told me that he wasn’t getting out of there alive and that he loved me.  I told him I loved him too and begged him to do whatever the doctor said because the doctor wanted to help him get better.

A few minutes later, the nurse called my mom and asked if she’d been on the phone with my dad.  My mom said she and I hadn’t spoken to him by any way other than text since he arrived at the hospital.  The nurse said he had been on the phone with a woman, trying to convince her to come get him.  The nurse made him put the call on speaker so she could tell the woman that he wasn’t well enough to leave.  Because she was concerned that her message didn’t get through before my dad hung up, she called my mom to make sure he hadn’t convinced my mom to check him out against medical advice.  My mom assured her that we had no intention of breaking him out of the hospital, but she didn’t know who the woman was.  It wasn’t her or me.  We called a long-time former co-worker of my dad’s that I’ve known since I was a kid and she said she hadn’t talked to him.  We called his best friend and asked if he’d called and spoken to the man’s wife.  Not her either.  More on this later.  I’m sure you know where it’s going.

We were stumped, but didn’t have time to deal with it because the nurse practitioner called and told my mom that my dad was delusional and could no longer make his own decisions.  They said he had no chance of survival if they didn’t put him on a ventilator immediately.  My mom called me.  I told her to agree to it.  The nurse called her back and gave the phone to my dad.  He had agreed to the ventilator as well and wanted to tell my mom that he loved her and me and my brothers and his dog.  His speech was slurred and muffled from the bipap mask, but she at least heard that.  They intubated him right after the call.  He was on a paralytic for a week.  When they backed off on the paralytic, they had to increase his oxygen.  A week later, the nurse tried to kindly tell us that he wasn’t getting better and his chances of survival were low.  She suggested we start to talk about turning off the ventilator and letting him go.  We did talk about that, which was very upsetting for everyone, but the doctor said he’d been on the ventilator for two weeks and we’d give him one more week to see what happens.  By this point, he no longer had pneumonia. But the damage COVID did to his lungs couldn’t be repaired.

The ventilator was on full blast (highest pressure, highest oxygen) just to keep him somewhat stable.  The days were ticking by and he still wasn’t making progress.  Any step forward was followed by a bigger step back. My mom would call and get the update from the nurse most days, but I did call myself a few days.  When I’d call and talk to the nurse, I’d get a grim picture that my mom didn’t seem to get or understand. I talked to her on December 12th and asked her if she was trying to protect my brothers and I or if she really thought he was going to get better.  She admitted that she’d had a feeling for days that he wasn’t going to get better.  We decided to just wait for the doctor to call.  The nurse called my mom on Monday, December 14th and told her that my dad’s blood pressure was all over the place and they were struggling to keep him stable, that the ventilator was turned up to the highest settings and it was barely enough to keep him going.  My mom texted me and told me she asked them to call me.  The doctor called me within about 20 minutes and basically told me that my dad wasn’t going to make it.  They’d had him on a ventilator for 19 days and within a couple days his throat tissue would likely become necrotic from the pressure of the cuff keeping the tube in place.  They could only continue the ventilator if they could put in a trach and he wasn’t stable enough for that.  In addition, he needed more support than the ventilator could provide.  I was told he was either going to go into cardiac arrest while on the ventilator and die or they’d be forced to take him off the ventilator because of the damage to his throat.  The most damning thing he told me was that he’d removed the sedation but my dad didn’t wake.  He wasn’t responsive, wouldn’t squeeze their hands, wouldn’t flinch when they tested his reflexes, nothing.

I was told we could come sit with him and say goodbye when the ventilator was removed.  I asked when and the doctor said soon.  I live 4 hours from my parents, so I told him I’d leave right away and have my mom call to make arrangements for me to come to the hospital.  I called my mom and told her all this and asked her to let the hospital know.  I packed a bag and rushed out the door.  On my way out of town, the doctor called me back and asked if I was on my way.  My mom had told them that we’d come by the next morning and he was worried my dad wouldn’t make it through the night.  So, I had to have a shitty conversation with my mom about how we couldn’t schedule my dad’s death for 7am on Tuesday, that it needed to happen at 8pm on Monday.  I do not recommend these types of calls.

I got into town around 7pm and picked my mom up because she’d decided she wanted to come with me.  My brothers said they couldn’t handle it and decided to stay at my mom’s house.  My mom and I were taken to the COVID floor, given gowns, and gloves, told he was COVID positive so we’d need to continue to wear our cloth masks (no medical mask, is that safe?!), and escorted to his room in the ICU.  Guys, he looked so fucking tired and so sad.  It was heartbreaking.  The nurse said their ICU was full and most of the patients were in the same shape as my dad.  We talked to him for a few minutes, held his hand and all that shit.  He didn’t respond in any way, so I don’t know if he was even there.  We stepped out of the room while they removed the tube and gave him some medicine.  When we went back in, his breaths were labored and it looked like he was gasping for air. My mom almost lost it because she wasn’t expecting that.  I told her she could go wait in the hall and I’d stay with him until he passed.  The nurse was kind enough to give him a little more medicine to make it less dramatic, but it was still difficult watching him breathe in that way.  My mom sat so she couldn’t see his head to make things easier on herself.  We sat there with him for about 40 minutes before he passed away at 8:32pm on Monday, the 14th.

I stayed with my mom last week and helped her arrange a private graveside service and the burial.  She wanted to do a funeral and I thought that was the worst idea, so we agreed on doing a celebration of life next year when things are a little better (hopefully).  To my knowledge, I haven’t had the virus.  I operated under the assumption that my mom and brothers had it and were immune for now and wouldn’t transmit it.  So, I was able to be with them without mask, but I did wear a mask when anyone else was around.  I can’t say the same for the fucking funeral director and the locksmith’s employee who opened my dad’s safe for us, though.  I live in a bigger city and mask wearing is pretty wide-spread here, but I saw so many people in my hometown (a more rural area) who didn’t bother with them.

Anyway, while all these graveside preparations are going on my mom goes through the bag of personal items from my dad that the hospital gave us.  She tossed his clothes in the washer and placed his two rings into a bag to give to the funeral home so he could be buried in them.  She also pulled out his wallet and his cell phone.  His wallet has a picture that was obviously cut from an old driver’s license of a woman named Deb.  Apparently, this woman lives in Florida and had attended junior high school with my dad.  About two years ago, my parents took a trip to Florida and visited with her for several days.  She even friended my mom on Facebook.  So, the old driver’s license picture of her was very weird.  What was even more disturbing?  His wallet also contained a plastic bag of hair that very obviously is not my mom’s.  And there was a piece of paper with three phone numbers on it.  His phone was locked with a PIN and was set to wipe itself after 20 incorrect tries.  I did tried to break into it, but wasn’t successful.  My mom admitted that she suspected he’d been talking to someone on his phone for years, but she never directly confronted him about it.  She’d just make comments about him always texting on his phone and being secretive.  Two Christmases ago he bought her a ring at a store that she has an online login to.  This particular store posts the receipts for all purchases linked to the customer’s account to the website.  She saw that my dad had purchased two pieces of jewelry even though she only received one.  My dad has never in his life bought me a Christmas present without my mom assisting, so she knew it wasn’t for me.  She still didn’t confront him, though.  She just told him that she could see the itemized receipts online.

I sympathized with my mom because I’ve experienced the infidelity of a partner in a relationship and if I were her then I’d want to know.  But I also told her that I don’t know digging into it will make things any better and may not even give her the truth.  He’s gone and there is nothing that can be done about that or anything else.  While I was running errands for her the day before the graveside service, she messaged Deb in Florida and asked if she wanted her picture back.  She also called the three phone numbers in his wallet.  One went to Deb.  The other two were the cell phone and work phone of my dad’s best friend’s wife, Anne.  The same friend and wife who likely gave the virus to my dad.  My mom told me when I got back that she’d done this and admitted she’d always felt like my dad was talking to Anne and might have an inappropriate relationship with her.  I suspect my mom is right.  Gut instinct is usually accurate.  She said she didn’t think anything physical was going on with Deb, but she did think my dad was carrying on a flirtatious relationship with her via text.  In both cases, he tried to hide it.  And if you hide it, then you know it’s wrong.  That night Deb messaged my mom back and said she had heard about what happened to my dad and was very sorry.  She said that my dad was always clear that he was married and nothing went on that was inappropriate, but that he gave her someone to talk to when her husband was sick and dying five years earlier and they’d always kept in contact.  Again, I don’t think my mom can count on anyone to give her the full story without spin or deceit.  A couple days ago, she texted me a picture of a receipt from my dad’s truck.  It was from last Christmas from a department store.  It had two pieces of jewelry on it.  She looked them both up using the UPCs listed and found the necklace he gave her last year and a ring she doesn’t recognize.  We don’t know if he was giving this jewelry to Deb in Florida or Anne, his friend’s wife.  Or someone else we don’t even know about.  And we’re probably never going to know.  Do I want to call Deb and Anne and tell them I want to full story?  Fuck yeah.  Do I think it will fix anything?  Fuck no.

TL;DR?  I finally found some balance in my life late this summer.  This balance was destroyed when my dad got COVID and died after three weeks in the hospital.  And when you’ve already got a not-so-great relationship with your dad, you get all kinds of feels when he dies in a traumatic way and then you find out he’s been screwing around on your mom.  I also have lots of anger toward him for knowingly exposing my other family members to the virus simply because he didn’t want to own up to getting it after doing something we’d all told him to stop doing.

Health-wise?  I think I’m okay.  It’s been almost ten days since I was with him in the hospital and seven days since his graveside service.  I haven’t had any symptoms yet and I think most people show symptoms by now.  Regardless, I’ve been at home since I returned last Thursday evening and I intend to stay home until January 2nd.  My boyfriend is also home and will be here until January 2nd as well.  Just to be safe.  My brothers are mostly recovered, but both still have a bit of a cough.  My mom never had much in the way of symptoms and seems fine.  My dad was 64 and overweight.  We found out once he was admitted to the hospital that his regular doctor had told him he was a diabetic and my dad insisted on “treating” that with cinnamon instead of actual medicine.  Other than those things, he didn’t have any health concerns.  Be careful, ya’ll.

[ren1327]

Hold My Heart Snippet

Ben looked over the maps in distain, trying to connect dots he couldn’t yet see. The sky was a dark shade of blue from the cold weather, further souring his mood as he sat in the bedroom area of the RV.

He rubbed his face as he heard Kenji banging around the kitchen, making him lose his concentration again.

He sighed and looked at the last little red marking on the map a few towns over.

Bumpy was so close and now she was MIA. It had been four days and he couldn’t sleep not knowing where she was.

Kenji had shrugged it off, saying she would be fine, but Ben was worried. What if someone was hunting her or trying to capture her?

He heard another loud bang of pots and pans, then the smell of smoke.

“Kenji?!” He yelled, fumbling over the maps and off the bed.

He ran out to see Kenji waving a baking sheet over the oven, smoke leaving the opened windows.

“Oh, hey, Babe.” Kenji said, moving the pan of blackened fish to the sink.

“What the hell is going on?” Ben yelled.

“Nothing much.” Kenji said with a nervous look.

“Oh my god.” Ben growled. “Can you stop messing around?”

“Sorry, Honey, you looked stressed and I thought—”

“Oh, you thought making noise and burning down the kitchen would help?” Ben snapped.

Kenji turned, holding his hand out.

“Okay, wow. Calm down, Ba—”

“Do not tell me to calm down!” Ben yelled. “Bumpy is missing and you’re just going on like its normal.”

“Ben, she can take care of herself—” Kenji started.

“Are you kidding?!” Ben yelled, face turning red. “She’s a dinosaur on the fucking mainland!”

“Ben, calm down, Honey.” Kenji murmured softly, face showing slight irritation. “Take a breath.”

“No!” He yelled. “Do you even care?!”

Kenji stared at his boyfriend in a mix of shock and anger. “Of course I do. But she knows how to survive and hide away if need be. She’s going to be fine until we find her.”

“Like I was?!” Ben yelled.

“Ben.” Kenji gasped.

“God, you are so…” Ben rubbed down his face, eyes sore from lack of sleep. “Can you not find the effort to be worried about her like you were for me?”

“Ben, we are not on Nublar anymore.” Kenji said. “And we have way more friends around to help us find her. And we will.”

“Oh!” Ben said mockingly. “I guess that’s it then! She’ll be found because you said she would be! So says King Kenji!”

“What’s your damage, Ben? This can’t just be about Bumpy!” Kenji yelled, then grabbed his own hair, then looked u, taking a breath. “You know what? You haven’t been sleeping or eating right for the last few days. Let me get you something and you can take a nice long nap. Then we’ll use our heads to find Bumpy.”

“You really haven’t changed.” Ben growled.

“What does that mean?” Kenji asked, trying to keep his voice even.

When Ben didn’t answer, Kenji growled.

“Tell me, Ben. What the hell does that mean?”

“It means you’re still the same arrogant slacker you were back on Nublar. The same person who let me fall and left me for dead!”

Kenji’s mouth snapped shut.

“And now…you’re going to abandon her just like you did me!” He continued. “It’s obvious you don’t care by how you’re just going on like nothing’s wrong! How can you be such a selfish—"

Ben swung his hand and another pan that was cooling was thrown to the floor, a familiar aroma overtaking the RV as the still warm and soft cake broke apart on the floor.

It was banana carob loaf.

The same kind they ate on his birthday. The same kind on Valentine’s. The same one they shared in that hotel room as teenagers.

“What…?”

“Happy Valentine’s Ben.” Kenji said lowly, fist clenching.

Ben felt the heat race out of him as Kenji lowered his eyes.

“Kenji—"

“I’m going to take a walk.” Kenji said. “Because I don’t want to keep talking if we’re both angry.”

He walked out, slamming the door. Ben sat on the sofa, looking at the kitchen.

And started to clean up, numb and trembling.

Ten minutes had passed before Kenji threw open the door.

“Ben!” He yelled. “Come here, quick!”

Ben dropped the still wet pan in the sink and followed his boyfriend.

Kenji grabbed his hand and dragged him after him.

“Kenji! I’m sorry—”

“Not right now, Babe.” Kenji said, Ben feeling relief at the pet name.

Kenji led him past a grove of trees to a meadow at the base of a mountain range.

He carefully helped Ben down to a creek and smiled before moving to show a footprint.

An Ankylosaur footprint.

“Is this…”

“I checked the width and depth. It matches her age range.” Kenji said and Ben covered his mouth.

“Oh my god…Kenji!” He beamed and Kenji hugged him.

“Do you want to—”

“No! No, we can start tomorrow…” Ben said and held Kenji’s jaw.

“Are you sure?” Kenji asked and hugged him close, rubbing his back.

“I think…” Ben sagged against Kenji. “I think I do need that nap…”

Kenji nodded and picked Ben up, carrying him bridal style and starting to walk back to the RV.

“I’m sorry I said those things. I was just…scared.” Ben said. “That’s no excuse to lash out at you.”

“I get it. But you have to talk to me if you get like this, Babe.” Kenji said. “I almost started throwing stuff.”

“You’re not selfish or arrogant.” Ben said. “I just…I wanted to hurt you like I was hurting.”

“That’s really messed up, Ben. But I forgive you. We should have a talk about this, but later.” Kenji said as he opened the door and walked up the steps. “Go lay down. I’ll go get some food.”

“But we’re—”

“Let me worry about that. Bed.” He said, kissing Ben’s forehead before leaving him to rest.

Ben sighed, taking off his shoes and clothes and flopping into the warm bed.

 *

 When Ben woke up, he could smell fresh strawberries and grilled chicken. He found his shoes and clothing gone, now dressed in warm pajamas and his favorite warm stockings they had got at San Diego Pride when they went on vacation last year.

Before the Lockwood Manor incident. Before the world changed and they “took a year off”. Before he and his boyfriend’s relationship was put to the real test.

He missed happy go lucky days, putting Nublar behind them and supporting each other for simple goals like college exams and internships. For lounging around Kenji’s pool while pretending to do homework instead of giving up to splash around.

Now they were living in a confined space and stressed and worried.

He knew something had to change. They had to find a way to work through their emotions and mission together. Because they were stronger together.

He moaned and sat up, seeing Kenji plating food from some take out boxes through the open curtain that separated the bedroom from the kitchen area. As if to keep a careful eye on Ben while he set up the food trays.

“Kenji?” Ben asked, head fuzzy.

“Hey, Babe.” Kenji said and sat next to him, setting the food tray over his lap where a plate of chicken fajitas, refried beans and rice sat still steaming.

“That smells amazing.” Ben said, drinking some of the iced tea set next to it and smelling citrus.

Kenji held a piece of chicken in his fingers, Ben’s stomach controlling his lips to take the offered food, chewing slowly. Kenji then held out a spoon of rice and Ben sighed happily as he ate that next.

“Gimme.” He murmured sleepily, taking the spoon and fork and eating the food. Kenji left to get them tea and his plate, sitting next to Ben and both of them eating in silence.

When Ben’s belly was full and the tea all gone, Kenji tucked him in again and Ben fell asleep with his head on Kenji’s lap.

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Posting the non-smutty scenes on tumblr for you guys. Ima tag my Valenguys in a totes platonic way tho. I have a dinner date with a cardboard cut out of John Boyega and my doggos. So!

I’d like to dedicate this to @blitzdrake, @benji-is-real, @azuremoses, @weirddemigodprincess, @blueepaladinn, @kittycole and @ranger-of-the-cretaceous, along with the Kenji/Benken/Kenjamin(I like this one)/wildcity shippers. 

Some of y’all have been with me since I started creating content and some have just joined the party and your support means so much to me. I wish you all a great Valentine’s be you in a relationship, single, or like me, content with friends, family and feeding heart shaped dog biscuits to your pets while simping over Star Wars characters. 

Stay Sweet, y’all!

[starcrossedyanderes]

Beauty and The Birds Part 9

Warning: This chapter contains former abuse from parents, religion (mostly cult-ish stuff), mentions of  ‘The Catholic Church’, and supposed witchcraft. A long with general harm of a person because of them being different. If any of this effects you I recommend possibly not reading this. If you are facing any of the above (except for maybe supposed witch craft) you can access this website for help https://www.thehotline.org/ this is the domestic violence hotline and are generally good for a lot of situations.

Disclaimer: I, as always, do not condone this behavior in any sense. A made up sort of cult-like religion is brought up that tries to hide itself as The Catholic Church. I have absolutely nothing against the catholic church as I am personally a protestant (but of course you know how us protestants feel) and I have nothing against what people believe in as long as no one gets hurt. This is based off of the sad incidents of exorcisms and how the are most commonly performed on regular children and how they quickly turn violent. Please, this is never acceptable. You should never be harmed by your religion or because of your religion.

~Previously on Beauty and The Birds~

“Isn’t that cannibalism?”

“Doggo!”

“Sheepies!”

“No. Other birds. I don’t think there’s another like me.”

~Back to Beauty and The Birds~

“It’s a uh.. long story that I haven’t shared with anyone. As you can tell I’m not exactly the best at communicating-“

He physically backed into himself with a blush on his cheeks and a hand rubbing his neck. You physically drooped as you started to walk away.

“Okay, I guess you don’t want to tell me-“

“NO!”

At seemingly the speed of light and a large ‘whoosh’ the bird man appeared right in front of you with his hands spread.

He had this deranged look on his face that seemed to become more and more common as the days passed.

He stepped closer to you with a shaky crazed smile on his face.

“No, no! I’ll tell you! I would tell you anything.”

He placed his hands on your shoulders to pull you in closer as his smile only widened.

“I would do anything for you. You just have to ask and I would tell you whatever you could possibly want to know. As long as you stay so couldn’t care less. It’s all worth it.”

Hm, he seems to show a lot of territorial behavior and desperation. Could this be part of a courtship sort of thing. He seems to be quite attached for only knowing you for what? 2 days? You’ll have to look into that later.

His smile and piercing gaze finally softened as he seemed to return to his normal self.

“I will admit this is a rough topic for me so I would rather if we could instead talk in the nest.”

You eagerly nodded your head as you gripped your discreet recording device as you were flown up to the top floor’s glass observatory.

It seems the nest acts as a comfort sort of place for him. Somewhat how some animals do during heats and pregnancy’s. From what you can tell he isn’t in a heat (although it could explain some things) and he certainly isn’t pregnant so it is quite odd behavior for a bird to exhibit.

~|~

You were currently perched inside the nest as you awaited on Avery’s return. He, to your annoyance, insisted on getting a few snacks

You irritably clutched on a corviknight plushie you found in the nest before it was quickly abandoned on Avery’s return. 

In his hands he carried various junk foods but there was an odd one that stood out from the rest.

Tater tots.

After putting down the foods on a little side table he quickly joined you in the Blanket Void TM and quickly into you. His wings wrapped around and whilst spreading sent a turtle duck plushie off of the bed. He quickly let out some gentle cooing as he nuzzled deeply into your neck.

“I’m ready to answer your questions now.”

“Alright, how about an easier question to start off. What’s with the tater tots?”

Of course this question was just a ruse to make sure your device was recording and genuine curiosity.

Avery’s head pulled away from your neck and a frown pulled at his lips. He then proceeded in what you like to call his ‘bby voice’

“Is there something wrong with them? They’re my favorite.”

That-that was not the answer you were expecting. Huh, that’s odd.

“Oh, nothing. Just genuine curiosity.”

Avery immediately relaxed back into your arms after popping a tater tot into his mouth. 

“Now, you say you don’t think there’s anyone else like you. Is it because you believe to be the last of your species?”

He stiffened up once again before digging himself more into you.

“Well no, I think. I don’t believe I am part of a species. This may take a while to explain and please bare with me. This is a rough topic that I haven’t really been able to share with anyone.”

You eagerly nodded your head and made sure to give him some headpats which only induced some coos to leave his throat.

“Well my family were rather wealthy and owned an airplane company and I think we did general logistics stuff. We were also rather catholic although now I think we don’t quite fit that term. At least hope not for the sake of people who are actually catholic.

My mother was the heiress and received a lot of suitors. She was supposedly cursed by one of her suitor’s mother after turning him down. We think this may have led to me.. being me.”

You felt rather disheartened but also even more intrigued by this information. So he doesn’t seem to be part of a species, but an odd mutation? (You highly doubted this is from some curse.)

“So where exactly is your family now”

After speaking you popped a tator tot into your mouth.

“I think about 5 years ago my parents, ironically enough, died in a plane crash. I was pretty much only allowed on the estate, the woods, and the church after my wings developed so I wasn’t allowed with them. That was probably a mistake on their parts.”

You waved your arms a bit.

“Hold up, you siad you weren’t allowed anywhere after your wings developed. Does that mean you weren’t born with them.”

Avery let out a reflexive chuckle.

“Ha ha, well I technically was born with them. I was a healthy baby but I had these bumps on my back. Of course everyone was concerned about these being tumors so I was tested frequently. Turns out they were merely bone and somewhat.. hollow. As I grew the bumps started grow into my wings today. The bone thing is also why I take a good bit of calcium since they’re so fragile.”

“But why weren’t you let anywhere after they developed?”

Avery let out a sigh as he mentally prepared himself.

“After the doctors kinda figured out I was somehow growing wings paired with my purple eyes my parents were very excited for me to be an angel like thing. Yeah, I don’t know their understanding either. Maybe consider me as a miracle of the lord of something? Either way they were rather hopeful of this and treated me like a regular son with giving me an education to run the business. But then I got my feathers. Their dreams of an angel were crushed upon seeing that were not pure white but instead a dark black. They became horrified and I was forced to spend a lot of time at the church and was forced to have exorcism after exorcism performed on me. It.. wasn’t pleasant to say the least. My parents quickly hated me and locked me away. But they still needed an heir and they feared to have another child so I was still given an education as I sometimes needed to appear to confirm that they were nice enough to keep me alive.”

You felt some water cascade down your neck as you could place your arms around him in a hug.

“A-Avery that’s awful. I-I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

Avery gained a small smile as he pulled away from you hug with tears still gliding down his face.

“Y-You’re the first person to every say sorry to me.”

“Oh, Avery. No one should be deprived of that.”

You forced a small grin on your face to try and cheer him up.

“Ok, no more hardcore questions. Stuff that shouldn’t make you cry now. Sorry to open those wounds like that.”

“No, no. It’s fine. I said I would tell you anything. And I’m honestly over joyed to share anything with you.”

How can someone say something so creepy yet sat at the same time? “Alright then, if you’re sure you want to continue. You’re able to communicate with birds from what I can tell. Do they see you as they’re leader or something?”

“Since I was only really allowed in the woods birds quickly became my only friends and company. Also I’ve done a lot of rehabilitation work that a lot seem to feel indebted to me. A lot of birds tend to follow the bigger bird naturally and they see me as a really big bird so they just kinda.. naturally do what I tell them. It also helps that I feed them too.”

“Makes sense, I guess. Like when I saw this heron in a pond one time and a bunch of ducks just followed him around. Last question for the day, alright?”

Avery nodded his head as he pulled you closer.

“I brought like 3 scarves here but I can’t find any of them. I have a slight feeling you may know where they are.”

Of course you couldn’t see it but a dark blush covered Avery’s face.

“W-well two of them are in the nest. I’m afraid that some of the birds got their hands on the other one somehow and are currently using it to snuggle. I’m working on getting them another scarf so you can get yours back.”

Huh, so he puts many different things in his nest. Also now you had to deal with the conflict of you taking a scarf from some cozy, snuggling birds.

“The birds can keep my scarf. I couldn’t just take it from them like that.”

Avery smiled against your neck and cooed.

“I’m sure they’ll be estatic for their cuddling not to be ruined. Now enough questions, more cuddles and movies.”

[lovemesomesurveys]

What time are you starting this? It’s 3:49AM. Name? Stephanie. Nicknames? Steph or Sis. Date of birth? July 28th. Sex? Female.

Height? About 5′4.  Eye color? Brown. Where were you born? Somewhere in California. Number of candles on your last birthday cake? 32. D; Pets? I have a 4 year old doggo named Princess Leia. Hair color? Dark Brown. Piercings? Just my earlobes. Town you live in? I’m not sharing that. Favorite foods? Eggs, ramen, chicken tenders, garlic parm and lemon pepper boneless wings from Wingstop, pastas, turkey or bologna sandwiches, potatoes in various forms, and pizza. Ever been to Africa? No. Been toilet papering? No, and I’d never participate in something like that. Love someone so much it made you cry? Yes. Been in a car accident? No, fortunately. Croutons or bacon bits? Croutons. Favorite day of the week? I don’t have one really since my days seem to just blend together. Favorite resturant? I don’t have one. Favorite flower? I don’t have one. Favorite sport to watch? None. Favorite drink? Coffee, Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink, Coke, Cherry Coke, Dr. Pepper, Cherry Dr. Pepper, Pepsi, Cherry Pepsi... lol clearly I like the cherry flavored sodas. And *gasp* I like Coke and Pepsi, highly controversial I know. Favorite ice cream flavor? Strawberry, mint chocolate chip, birthday cake, cookies and cream. Warner Bros. or Disney? Disney. Favorite fast food restuarant? I guess Jack in the Box because I really like their chicken strips. Carpet color in your bedroom? Tan. Whom did you get your last email from? From one of the stores I’m subscribed to. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? I don’t wanna max out any credit cards. What do you do most often when you are bored? I do the same things regardless: scroll through Tumblr, do surveys, check social medias, watch TV, read, color, play The Sims... Most annoying thing to say to me? I hate being told to “calm down.” Bedtime? I fall asleep in the early morning hours. Favorite TV show? I have several. Last person you went out to dinner with?: I haven’t gone out to dinner in quite awhile. Been out of country? Once when I went to Mexico. Believe in magick? No. Ford or Chevy? Ford. What are you listening to right now? An ASMR video. Have you ever failed a grade? No. If you have, what grade did you fail? -- Do you have a crush on someone? No. Do you have a bf/gf? No. If so, what is their name? -- How long have you been together? -- What are you wearing right now? A t-shirt dress. Would you have sex before marriage? I don’t plan on getting married, I just want to be in a long-term committed relationship with someone I’m in love and feel comfortable with before engaging in that. Have you ever had a crush on any of your teachers? Nope. Are you a virgin? I am. Do you smoke? No. Do you drink? No. Are you a player? Np. What are your favorite colors? Pastels, rose gold, sea foam green, coral, and yellow. What is your favorite animal? Dogs and giraffes. Do you have any birthmarks? Yeah, one on my right elbow. Who do you talk to most on the phone? My mom. I don’t talk on the phone except for quick calls from my mom or sometimes from my brother who call to ask/tell me something real quick or my mom might call on her lunch at work to talk for a bit. They’re just brief calls. Have you ever been slapped? No. Do you get online a lot? Yeah, I spend a lot of time online. Are you shy or outgoing? I’m very shy. Do you shower? Yes. Do you hate school? I’m not in school anymore, but no I wouldn’t say I hated it. Well, not overall anyway. I definitely felt that way at times, but there were parts I liked.  Do you have a social life? Nope. How easily do you trust people? I don’t really have a trust issue, I just have a hard time opening up and expressing myself to others. That even includes people I’m close to. Would you ever sky dive? Nooo. Do you like to dance? I don’t dance except for like nodding my head to the beat or moving my arms or hands a little.  Have you ever been out of state? Yes, a few times. Do you like to travel? I do. Have you ever been expelled from school? Nope. Have you ever been suspended from school? Nope. Do you want to get out of your hometown? Yes. Are you a brat? I feel like I’ve been acting like one nowadays. I’m just so irritable and moody and snippy all the time. :/ Have you ever been dumped? Yes. Do you like snapple? Sure. It’s bee awhile since I’ve had it, though. Do you drink a lot of water? Not nearly enough. What toothpaste do you use? Sensodyne. Do you have a cell phone? I do. Do you have a curfew? No, I’m 32 years old. I actually never had a curfew, though. There was no need to set one because I didn’t go anywhere.  Who do you look up to? My mom. Are you a role model? I wouldn’t say so. Have you ever been to Six Flags or Cedar Point? I’ve been to Six Flags several times. What name brand do you wear the most? I have a lot of Adidas clothes, shoes, and accessories. What kind of jewelry do you wear? I hardly ever wear jewelry, but if I do it’ll likely be bracelets. What do you want pierced? Nothing. Do you like takin pictures? Not of myself. Do you like gettin your picture taken? No. Do you have a tan? I have a slight tan from my beach trip earlier this month. Do you get annoyed easily? Yes. Have you ever started a rumor? No. Do you have your own phone or phone line? I have a cell phone. Do you have your own pool? No. Do you have any siblings? I have two brothers. Have you ever been played? Yes. Have you ever played anyone? No. Do you get along with your parents? I do. How do you vent your anger? By crying. Have you ever ran away? No. Have you ever been fired from a job? No. Do you even have a job? Nope. Do you daydream a lot? I suppose so. Do you run your mouth? No. What do you want a tattoo of? I highly doubt I’ll ever get one. What do you have a tattoo of? I don’t have any. Are you rude? I truly don’t mean or intend to be, but like I said I’m so moody, irritable, and snippy nowadays that I feel like I probably am kind of rude at times. :/ What was the last compliment you recieved? On my hair, I think. What is your lucky number? I don’t believe in luck, but my favorite number is 8. What does your hair look like right now? It’s really short. Could you ever be a vegetarian? No. Describe your looks? Really short dark brown hair, brown eyes, some freckles, thin, about 5′4... quite average, nothing special. Would you ever date someone younger than you? I’d much prefer someone older but in my range. I wouldn’t date anyone younger than 30. Would you ever date someone older than you? Yes. When was the last time you were drunk? Almost 10 years ago on my birthday. How many rings until you answer the phone? I don’t answer after a certain amount of rings. Have you ever been skinny dipping? No, and I have no desire to ever do so. If yes, when was the last time? -- When was the last time you went on a date? It’s been a few years. Do you look more like your mother or father? My mom. Do you cry a lot? I feel like such a crybaby nowadays.  What phrase do you use most when on the phone? I don’tave a certain phrase I always use when on the phone. Have you ever been chased by cops? No. What do you like most about your body? Nothing.

What do you like least about your body? Everything. When did you have your first crush? When I was in 3rd grade. When was the last time you threw up? It’s been a few years. In the opposite sex, do you prefer blondes or brunettes? I don’t care. Do you ever wear shirts do show your belly? No. What about cleavage? No. Is your best friend a virgin? No. What theme does your room have? It doesn’t really have one. What size show do you wear? I wear a size 6 in women’s US. What is your screen name on AIM? Aw, rip AIM. How are you feeling right now? Tired and hungry. When was the last time you were at a party? Back in June for my bro’s grad party. Has there ever been a rumor spread about you? No. What is one of your bad qualilties? One of many is that I’m very stubborn. What is one of your good qualilties? I’m understanding. Would you marry for money? No. What do you drive? I don’t.  What kind of music do you like? I like variety. Would you ever bungee jump? Nooo. What is your worst fear? Losing my loved ones, never getting better/getting worse, never doing anything with my life. Would you ever join the army? No. Do you like cows? Sure. If you were to die today, what would you do? Uhhh. If you had one last word to say to someone before you die, what would it b? I would tell them I love them and thank them for everything. Do you like to party? I like small, chill get togethers.  Hearts or broken hearts? Uh, hearts. Moons or stars? Stars. Coke or pepsi? Both. Favorite scent? I have a lot. Favorite band? One will always be Linkin Park. Would you ever dye your hair red? I was dyeing my hair red for the past 5 years and plan on doing so again when my hair grows out more. How many languages can you speak? I’m only fluent in English. What time are you finishing this? 10:47AM. I fell asleep at some point so I finished this later.

[inventors-fair]

The Big Splash: Group Commentary pt2

Part three coming in tomorrow

@wolkemesser This hot card was the very first submission for the contest! The main selling point for me was the first activated ability, both mechanically and in terms of flavor! “Destroy target haunted creature” I don’t know, it just reads awesome! If I had to be nit-picky about the design, I feel that its a bit heavy between the political token generation, destruction and situational reusability of the haunt cards. Overall I would call MaladoLa an unpolished diamond of the Orzhov!

@reaperfromtheabyss​ I couldn’t help but notice the similarities between your design and urge to feed (I had a vampire deck at the time) Although Bloodfeast Frenzy can damage anything and put counters on anything it’s overall weaker, and the challenge was about making a splashy card. I think we would get there if the overall effect was on a creature card instead of a sorcery.

@juggernaut-is-a-metalhead Going for God tribal was a surprise! In theory the game plan this card suggests is solid. A 7/7 beatstick that increasingly becomes more costly to kill, should it unleash two tomes worth of mythology onto the battlefield. But in practice, a god heavy deck is tricky to build, and in my opinion the kinship trigger should be optional because if you draw a relevant god, you might actually want to cast them instead of waiting to use it after the doggo leaves.

@naban-dean-of-irritation​ If taking extra turns isn’t splashy I don’t know what it is XD Thanks for taking loops into consideration, but the kitchen table won’t be forgiving either way. Narset and Yennet would surely auto include this spell in their 99.

@misterstingyjack​ Spirit and Ninja is surely an interesting mix. The kinship trigger provides a ton of value and I like how it suggests the player to go for bounce shenanigans like ninjutsu or flicker to get maximum value. I am a bit skeptical about the power level but it requires some serious setup.

@shootingstarhunter​ The lost cousin of Lost Auramancers from Theros. On the one hand, you can exile cheap enchantments and thin your deck right away, and you may even get the card eventually, but on the other hand, if Starfield Summoner dies young, you will miss the card entirely. May the gods be with you.

@snugz​ Pretty ironic that a card named final moments is a permanent that helps you stay in the game for a lot of turns :p Jokes aside, I really like the dual purpose of the card because usually Fateful Hour cards offer two versions of the same effect. I could see this being a frequent choice in control oriented EDH decks.

@partlycloudy-partlyfuckoff One of the hardships of being a judge here is that you need to let go off your biases, and here’s a card that supports two tribes I love, that also comes from Lorwyn <3, and is a witty throwback to one of the most famous two-drops out there. In my heart of hearts, this is the winner of the contest XD I can’t help but wonder, would this be ok if it was a 1B 1/1, or it would lead faeries getting banned from many formats?

@col-seaker-of-the-memiest-legion Welcome to the fair! I think we all can tell the design could use some tidying up, like the missing creature type etc, but I will judge the overall direction this card is going.

Four abilities is usually a lot for one card, but let’s break them down to their very core and look at them

Search for “Trait Doctoring”

Red creatures can’t be blocked

Instants cast during the main phase gain cipher

Cast en encoded spell on attack, whether you actually manage to hit with the creature or not.

All in all, I can say you’re trying to tell a story with those four abilities, and the card would play nicely in a playtest. I really like the free trait doctoring part, abilities like these give new life to underused card and there’s a running trend of such designs in Yu gi oh when Konami decides to revisit old mechanics whose core cards lack the power of newer archetypes, so they make up for it with increased consistency. I recommend joining our Discord, for inspiration, help and feedback :)

[my-arlington-academia]

Hi! I love the way you write! I was wondering if you could make a headcanons of the 10 Sweet Elite characters, on jealousy! But not towards a boy / girl but towards a tender kitten who is our great love, an affectionate cat and who will always find the way to receive all the attention, but not by making spite, but in a more subtle way, with purr, meows and ball eyes! Of course, only us and the others are not even considered XD A kiss!

Awww thank you so much!! 💘💘 It means a lot to me that people like what I write even though it's just silly stuff. Anyway... making the main 10 jealous of a cat? 😂 Alright! I guess I can do that much 👌 (Sorry if this isn't exactly what you had in mind but I made the cat a stray in the hcs.)

Alistair

- honestly he is a dog person but he's not the type to argue which are cuter: dogs or cats?

- but when you met that kitten in the street and your voice suddenly shifted to "baby talk" mode?

- at first he doesn't think much of it but later on, for some reason he starts feeling a bit irritated

- wants to show you his puppies from back home but he knows just how childish his reasoning is

- ends up not only feeling jealous but also pathetic

- starts talking to himself

- "Come on Alistair, why are you feeling jealous of a CAT of all things?? That's so stupid..."

- You notice him figeting on the side looking like a sad doggo

- out of pure impulse, you run your fingers through his hair

- he doesn't really get what's happening but he's happy that your attention shifted back to him

- if he really was a dog, his tail would be wagging right now

- "Y/N? W-what are you doing? Not that I don't like it! But uh..."

- "Sorry, you just looked really cute for a sec haha... Well, I mean you always do but um."

- the both of you get embarrassed and move on from this silly situation

Axel

- a dog person as well but he didn't expect to feel so frustrated over... a cat

- in a matter of seconds, he felt like he had disappeared and he didn't like that

- for once that the both of you were alone he didn't want anyone to get in their way

- feels like he's being an idiot

- you continue petting the cat and when you scratch him under its neck, the little kitten starts purring

- suddenly Axel bends over and points to the space under his chin

- "Scratch me here."

- you're so taken aback by what he said that you actually do it... and he starts purring too??

- it sounds pretty identical to how cats purr

- "See? I can do it just as well as this little guy over there..."

- Axel looks down in shame knowing just how ridiculous he must sound right now

- you kiss him on the cheek to cheer him up

- "Come on, you know that you're my favorite!... and honestly, that purring was surprisingly good."

- "Uh-huh, I should try voice acting for cats or something."

Claire

- starts off gushing over the kitten with you

- but quickly realizes that she became almost invisible to you

- all your affection is now aimed at the cute kitty which makes Claire feel a bit abandoned

- she feels horrible for being envious of a cat, especially since she's also the type of person who loses herself in front of cute animals

- "No sad thoughts allowed! Stop thinking about ridiculous things Claire..."

- tries to cheer herself up

- somehow gathers the courage to snuggle her head against your shoulder

- you ask her what she's doing

- "Oh uh! Y-you know... I'm just imitating the kitten! Isn't it just so adorable when they press their little heads against your legs when they pass by?! S-so cute, right? Haha..."

- has realized how stupid she was being and is sad all over again until you do the same thing as her

- her cheeks heat up and she's super embarrassed

- "I-it would be nice if we were allowed to have pets in the dorms, we could've taken the cat with us..."

- "Adopt it? So we can play parents? What should we name it..."

- "W-wait! We can't actually take it with us! Lady A will be so mad..."

Ellie

- is thrilled to find a cute cat in the street!... until you start playing with it that is

- becomes silent and watches how you're smiling like a dumb-dumb

- finds you cuter than the cat and is a bit sad that she has become a second thought to you

- in an attempt to catch your attention (or more precisely get it back) she bends over and tries to imitate the cat's meowing

- at the same time, she moves her arms as if she has paws instead of human hands

- you try to ask her what she's doing but she only answers in meows

- "Meow meow meow 😥😤 Meoowwww 😖"

- you give up and start talking in "cat language" as well

- "Uhhhh... Meow?"

- at the end of it all the both of you laugh about it and make a plan to somehow find a home for the kitty

Karolina

- tries really hard to act like she doesn't give a damn

- but she's extremely annoyed

- "Oh so a cat is more important than spending time with me, huh?"

- is petty af

- keeps on sighing loudly and has had her arms crossed for a solid minute now

- sees that you're not even noticing how annoyed she is

- starts walking away and makes sure to make each one of her steps really loud so you can hear her

- when you try to stop her she's all like "Oh no it's fine. You can go on ahead and have a cup of tea with this... cat, and while you're at it kiss it under the moonlight why don't you?"

- is red of both anger and embarrassement because she knows just how childish she sounds and she hates it

- like a kid throwing a tantrum

- in the end you convince her to pet the cat as well and she gets charmed quite quickly and forgives you

- even gives it a name and refuses to give the cat to anybody else

Neha

- stares at you with a neutral expression ...or so it seems

- that is the face of BETRAYAL

- she's thinking "Seriously? You're ditching me for a cat?"

- starts asking you questions to see if she can distract you

- "So... you like cats too? I had the impression that you were more of a dog person but I guess I was wrong..."

- tries really hard not to sound passive-agressive

- fails at it.

- "Neha um. Are you like... jealous? Haha! No way, right? Sorry it was a dumb ques-"

- when you see the blush on her face you immediately understand what's going on

- you let go of the kitten and hug her

- "Want me to scratch your head too? Haha..."

- "Oh shut up! Don't make me feel more ridiculous than I already am..."

Raquel

- is super thrilled at first

- "Let's adopt it! I'm sure we can hide it in your room since you don't have a roommate."

- quickly changes her mind on the way back when she sees all the attention you're giving to the kitten

- knows exactly why she feels that way so she tries her best to play it cool, knowing how idiotic it is to be envious of a cat

- "So uh. Y'know, I know I'm the one who said that we should take it with us but now thinking about it, it's honestly kinda dangerous, isn't? I mean I don't want you to get in trouble because of me and all..."

- is rambling and rambling, telling you all the reasons why maybe it is actually a bad idea to "adopt" the cat

- you take the hint pretty easily and agree with her

- but in the end you guys manage to shelter the kitty in your room during a week before finding someone in town who'll take care of it

Tadashi

- loves cats but plays dumb when you first find the kitten in the street

- "Cats? Uh. Yeah. They're cute I guess..."

- really wants to pet the cat after he sees you doing it

- you have to push him a little bit

- "All right! If you insist so much then I guess I'll pet it..."

- (side note: you didn't insist at all 😂)

- has a small smile on his face, he's trying to conceal his happiness even though he really doesn't have to

- after a while though, he starts feeling frustrated when he sees that you get along with the kitten better than he does

- but at first, he thinks that he's jealous of you, not the cat

- however it's the other way around

- he tries to catch the cat's attention to get it away from you

- He's shyly making cat sounds

- "N-nyaaa..."

- "What are you doing?"

- "Uh... that's the onomatopoeia for the sounds cats make in Japanese..."

- "Haha! So you're meowing in Japanese? 😂"

- "So what if I AM?!?"

Tegan

- likes animals but he often sees them through a screen rather than in real life

- he's honestly a little bit scared of getting scratched so he stays on the side at first

- but when he sees you having so much fun he gets envious and gets closer, trying to play with the cat

- he's not really successful...

- "Looks like it doesn't like me. I only get along with the villagers in Animal Blessing..."

- is so sad that not only have you been snatched away by the cute kitty, but also he can't join in on the fun

- you trick him into meowing for the cat because apparently "it will feel at ease if it hears you make the same sound as them"

- "Wait, really? You're pulling my leg, aren't you?"

- "Nope. Seriously, you can moogle it."

- "Whenever you bring up Moogle it means that you're lying because you don't have any solid proof..."

- does it anyway

- is super embarrassed when you start laughing because he got tricked so easily

- curses himself for being so gullible

Tyler

- loves animals, but mostly loves how funny they can be under the right circumstances

- pulls out his phone camera to film you playing with the cat

- "A really cute kitten and a really adorable human being side by side, this will definitely gather a lot of views on ViewTube!"

- he's being silly again while flirting with you, that's the part you like about him though

- he gives commentary on every single thing the cat does

- "Oh my GOD! Look at its paws!!! LOOK AT ITS PAWS!! WOOOOOW! That is spectacuLAR LaDiES AnD gEnTLeMeN!!"

- is talking with a nonexistent crowd

- but when he's done filming you keep on playing with it and Tyler feels a bit forgotten

- hugs you gently from behind then SQUEEZES you really hard

- "Tylerr... I can't breath... Hhhhhhhh."

- "Really? Good! You shouldn't ditch me for a cat Y/N! Howww daaare youuuu..."

- is joking about it but he's genuinely a bit jealous

[mechaspirit]

Blades Modern AU Headcanon (Animal Lover)

Author’s Note: So thanks to @lxdy-starfury​ and @garlickk​​ with their Modern AU arts and headcanons, I decided to hope in and decided to create a headcanon of the same them with my BOLAS/Blades MC, Aurelia Nightbloom. It mostly describe what she would be like instead of an elf adventurer in the book. Hope you enjoy. And thanks you two for the inspiration. Hope you’ll continue to work on them. ❤️

Headcanon

In the book, Aurelia has an ability to communicate and handle wild animals/exotic creatures. In this AU, she is studying to become a veterinarian.

Hobbies include video games (fantasy is her favorite genre), reading fairy tales, stargazing, jogging to the park, and archery. Became archery champion in high school.

Likes: coffee, ice cream, cakes, street fashion

Dislikes: spiders (yes, she has at least one animal that she dislikes), assholes.

Both she and Kade were adopted.

They later got an apartment of their own and live together.

Kade is a writer.

He visits his sister at work and sometimes brings her lunch if she forgets it.

Also, share interests in fantasy movies and books.

Used to work in a coffee shop before she was given a job at the clinic.

Along with Kade, Nia is also their roommate.

Nia was studying medicine. Possibly to become a doctor and pharmacist.

Aurelia hangs out with Nia in the morning. And sometimes will do some shopping.

Nia is a better cook than Aurelia so dinner is handled by the former and Kade.

It was Aurelia’s and Nia’s ideas to get a pet. Well, two actually.

They managed to adopt two cats, named Threep and Loola. (yes, I’m making them real cats in this AU).😆

Loola is the most behaved one out of the two. Threep keeps meowing for food.

They still have to deal with cat furs and dirty litters.

Don’t worry, they loved them.

I’m thinking about having Rela first meet Mal when he is either looking for a dog or takes his dog to the vet she was working at.

Short note, she and doggo became best friends.

And of course, Mal too. He’s her drinking buddy and hangs out with her at night. Sometimes with the other gang.

When giving advice on how to take care of a dog, Mal goes to Aurelia. Doesn’t care if she’s not the owner of the clinic. He only trusts her with his dog.

Aurelia first met Imtura in a self-defense class. What? The former sometimes work late at night. You think she’s gonna get herself in danger? Probably get robbed or something worse? HELL NO!

Imtura gave her tips in her fighting.

It may be just me, but I have a feeling Imtura might be more into sea animals. I mean, she’s a pirate after all. She would be more fascinated if she saw a shark or stingray. Or maybe an octopus.

Well, they both have to go to an aquarium to visit them. Aurelia hasn’t got a chance to work with aquatic animals much.

And like Mal, Imtura is Aurelia’s other drinking buddy. Wouldn’t mind hanging out the bars with Aurelia watching Imtura arm wrestle with the other dudes.

So how Aurelia met with Tyril...let’s say there was a coffee incident. She was in a rush and accidentally bumped into him, spilling her coffee onto his outfit. How embarrassing. He didn’t make a scene thank god, but he is a little rude to her. Guess he’s more irritated that Aurelia got in the way instead of ruining his shirt. Still, Aurelia called him a jerk out of ear sight.

I think @lxdy-starfury​ mentioned somewhere in her headcanons that he does horse riding. Idk, I forgot. And could be wrong. But assuming he does horse-back riding, he does have his own personal horse he takes care of. Everyday, he would be the one to groom the horse himself after a ride. Wouldn’t allow anyone else to take care of him. (Maybe except Adrina).

Something went wrong with the horse, possibly illness (he turned out to be fine later. Don’t worry). And the boss at the clinic got a call from the Starfury’s estate that their horse needs help. So the boss brought Aurelia as his assistant because she is the best co-worker in the clinic and has worked with horses a couple of times.

And look how small the world is, because Aurelia and Tyril met again at his estate. And poor Aurelia had to hold herself back from chewing him out.

But don’t worry, they eventually got along better. After Tyril sees how well Aurelia handles his horse. And they got to hang out after each check-up. A tour around the house. Sometimes offering to teach her how to ride a horse.

She and Adrina got along pretty well. Often the latter teases them of liking each other more than friends.

Tyril later got added to the gang. Though not much of a people person tbh. Hard to get him to do something outside of his comfort, but just mention the name “Aurelia” and he’s in.

That’s about it. I may add more to it later. But hey, feel free to leave an ask if there’s anything else I have in mind for this. 😁❤️💜💙

Also Tagging these people to see this: @scgdoeswhat , @princessstellaris​ , @queenaryn , @itsagoodluckkiss,@sophie-summer , @xo-endlessmayhem-xo , @endlessly-searching-for-you , @sceptilemasterr , @blightarts and @daniela2510 and @mysteli !

[christinesficrecs]

All the Christmas lights are up and my doggo is very unhappy about this southern winter storm. She’s a bit of a drama queen about anything wet and cold. :p 

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Derek ducks his head to look at it, abashed. “Uh- Mrs Hernandez knitted it for me. It’s an early Christmas gift.” He smooths it down self-consciously.

Stiles cocks an eyebrow.

“What? She’s my neighbor and sometimes I-” Derek trails off. Stiles’ other eyebrow rises to join the first, and Derek sighs. “Sometimes I help her carry her groceries."

Of course he does. One day maybe Stiles will stop being in love with Derek Hale, but today is not that day.

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Derek remembers a hyperactive eleven year old with a buzzcut and an irritating habit of getting underfoot - his memory doesn’t lend to the lean, doe eyed brunet in his hallway; he’s talking on his phone and scowling something fierce but Derek’s mouth goes dry at the way Stiles runs long fingers through his hair.

“Coffee?” Derek asks abruptly, turning to look at Laura. “There’s a fresh pot. Cora’s gone out on a last minute supply run - is, uh, Stiles staying?”

“I offered your wonderful hospitality until he can find a flight to take him home,” Laura says, following him back into the kitchen and leaving Stiles in the hall. “I know you have the space, and it seemed a shame to leave him stranded. Nobody should be alone on Christmas.”

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Scott is hands down the worst barista Derek has ever hired. But it's Christmas and apparently that means something to some people.

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Big, serious brown eyes were staring right into his from only a few inches away. The child had clambered half over the arm of Derek’s chair to study him at close range, her little rosebud mouth pursed in concentration.

“Uh.” Derek couldn’t look away as the girl reached out one pudgy hand and patted him gently on the cheek. Her scent was soft and sweet and somehow a bit familiar, just enough to keep Derek from shying away. Derek didn’t know too much about kids but he guessed this one was probably three years old or so, head still oversized in proportion to the short limbs and round little belly.

She seemed fascinated with Derek’s beard, eyes widening further under incredibly thick lashes as she petted Derek’s cheek some more, smoothing down the short stubble. Finally she grinned widely. “Good wuff.”

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[sanguisfulgur]

Electric Type for Sharna ;D

Send me a Pokémon Type and I’ll make a Team for my muse using only Pokémon of that type.

Note: Literally everyone Pokemon here works due to being Electric type and Sharna being electrokinetic so I won’t repeat myself over and over in individual entries. 

ROTOM 

I’ve said several times before in the past that Sharna would absolute have and adore Rotom. It’s a cheeky, silly electrical ghost that likes to hide inside various appliances and cause trouble. Ghost typing ties it in to her hunting. 

BOLTUND

Another Pokemon I used in my Shield playthrough as Sharna and just have to give to her here. It’s an electric DOGGO. I don’t think I give to need much of an explanation outside of that given she has her own dog companion but: It’s fast and known for its strong legs. Sharna is… all leg and a good runner for it (as well as a good gymnast and cheerleader too.). 

ZEBSTRIKA 

A Pokemon with a seriously bad temper, whilst Sharna isn’t hot-headed in the same way Salem is, when you do finally push her beyond her grumpy/irritable-ness and even further beyond her quiet anger she is not someone to be messed with. It’s terrifying when she finally blows her top. Also again like a lot of Electric types, it’s speedy and nimble like Sharna is. 

ALOLAN RAICHU 

It literally changed into this form because of its diet. Because it got addicted to sweet, fluffy pancakes. I don’t know about you but with the sweet tooth Sharna has, I’d say they’re a perfect match. 

MANECTRIC 

Said to be born from storms, that fits with the more ‘epic’ side of Sharna’s powers. Further on, Manectric is known to nest away from people and other Pokemon, making it reclusive and solitary like Sharna too. 

JOLTEON

Jolteon is a prickly Pokemon both literally and figuratively and that is a good summary of how Sharna is upon first trying to get to know her: prickly and irritable. Also like Sharna, Jolteon utilises negatively-charged ions to generate its electricity. 

[letsfindthatsilverlining]

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Great 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? My boyfriend 03: Do you regret anything? Yes 04: Are you insecure? Appearance wise, yes 05: What is your relationship status? Taken  06: How do you want to die? In an epic way, explosion or plane crash 07: What did you last eat? Pasta 08: Played any sports? Played a lot of baseball and tennis 09: Do you bite your nails? Yes 10: When was your last physical fight? I’ve never been in one 11: Do you like someone? Love 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? YUP many times 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? Nope 14: Do you miss someone? Yes usually 15: Have any pets? A doggo but he lives with my mom 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? Tired and Hungry lmao 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? Yes 18: Are you scared of spiders? Only the huge nasty ones 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? Of course 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? The kitchen 21: What are your plans for this weekend? Movies !! 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? Not sure, but one or two 23: Do you have piercings? How many? Just ears, used to have belly button 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? Art and English 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? Only people that have left earth 26: What are you craving right now? Chips like always lol 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? Yup 28: Have you ever been cheated on? Not that  I know of 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? Yes  30: What’s irritating you right now? Pain in my hands 31: Does somebody love you? A few people I am lucky 32: What is your favourite color? Green 33: Do you have trust issues? Not really no 34: Who/what was your last dream about? I just remember that Jim Carrey was in it 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?  My boyfriend 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? Probably 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?  Depends on what it is 38: Is this year the best year of your life? This past year has been 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 13 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? Of course lmao 51: Favourite food? French Fries 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Not entirely  53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? Played on my phone 54: Is cheating ever okay? NEVER EVER 55: Are you mean? I don’t think I am  56: How many people have you fist fought? None 57: Do you believe in true love? Yes I do 58: Favourite weather? Fall/ Winter 59: Do you like the snow? YES 60: Do you wanna get married? I think so yes 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? Yess 62: What makes you happy? A lot of things, my boyfriend always 63: Would you change your name? I don’t think I would 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? My boyfriend? No 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Tell them that I don’t feel the same way about them and hope we can still be friends I guess idk 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? Yes I do 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? Cashier man I think 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? My friend  69: Do you believe in soulmates? Yes 70: Is there anyone you would die for? Definitely 

@mansons-horror-queen reblogged this and I wanted to do it but it would not let me type on it so here it is! 

@c-a-v-a-l-r-y YOUDOTHISTOO

credit to @livixdunne

[lonelyniqhts]

wow, lindsey is so attractive. anyway. hello, hello! i’m s, but you can also call me sora since s is just short for that. and i’m here with 2 muses!! one of them is morgana jones & the other is frankie sullivan (who’s actually an old muse of mine, but i still love her to this day). as for me, i’m 22 yrs old, i live in the est timezone, i go by she/her, and some interests of mine include overwatch, anime, doggos, and disney movies!

MORGANA JONES.

( lindsey morgan, she/her ) — hold on, was that morgana jones ? i heard that they do believe in the blackwater creeper and all the stories that come from the bayou. either way here in town they’re known to be rather fearless & optimistic, but also immature & eccentric. not unusual coming from a twenty-seven year old who’s lived in blackwater for all her life and who works as a cashier at the grocer. ( colorful sweaters, hot cocoa with mini marshmallows, posters of boy bands, clothes laying all over the floor. )

i. about

with parents who weren’t able to afford having another child, they sadly didn’t have any other option, but to give her up. after talking among mom’s siblings and dad’s siblings, it was soon decided that her dad’s brother would take her in. soon, she went from tba to morgana jones. however, if you look at the family picture, some wonder why a family of four would want to add another? especially when they weren’t well off? well, mr. and mrs. jones just couldn’t say no to adding another baby to the family. and that wasn’t the end of the family’s story. as years passed, the family continued to grow and sooner than later, the jones’ family had ten children in total. as for morgana’s biological parents, they moved out of louisiana and lived somewhere else in california.

morgana lived a pretty average life. she went to school, got good grades, had friends, joined clubs at high school, and went to school events. the only things that were quite different were having to share basically anything with her siblings. a bedroom, food, the bathroom, the tv, etc. it certainly irritated her at times, but she loves her family no matter what and thinks all of it is worth it. while the other thing is the blackwater creeper. she's heard multiple rumors and read various articles about it, but doesn’t have full proof on the creature. however, that doesn’t stop her from trying to find more details as she’s curious and enjoys the lure of it all.

tl;dr a girl who grew up in blackwater all her life with 9 siblings and is quite energetic, optimistic, & extroverted, but can be self-righteous & inconsiderate at times who believes in the blackwater creeper and wants to find out more about it.

ii. details

character inspo

mabel pines (gravity falls), star butterfly (star vs the forces of evil), phoebe buffay (friends), kyoko toshino (yuru yuri), usagi tsukino (sailor moon), the loud family (the loud house), lilo pelekai (lilo & stitch)

PINTEREST

aesthetic

bedhead hair, pouring milk into a bowl of cereal at 3am, making 5 alarms to wake up in the morning, bath bombs that smell like vanilla, pastel star stickers, socks with animals on them, make up tutorial videos, fairy wands, colorful sweaters, hot cocoa with mini marshmallows, posters of boy bands, clothes laying all over the floor

style

definitely a lot of pastel colors. she has multiple oversized, comfy hoodies and sweaters. as well as pleated skirts, dresses, patterned tops, anything with peter pan collars, etc. she also just has a bunch of girly-type outfits. and a few different types of overalls

misc

the reason she only works as a cashier is because she dropped out of college, felt like it wasn’t for her. however, she’s currently considering trying it again

she cares about animals so much that she volunteers at pet stores once in a while and she owns a brown holland lop named fluffy.

she has her license, but tends to prefer riding her pink bike.

for hobbies, she enjoys drawing, jogging, yoga, playing video games, watching cartoons.

her favorite food is basically anything sweet.

she doesn’t have any tattoos, but wants at least one or two.

FRANKIE SULLIVAN, chloe bennet fc.

( chloe bennet, she/her ) — hold on, was that frankie sullivan ? i heard that they don’t believe in the blackwater creeper and all the stories that come from the bayou. they’ve only been here for five months because she wanted a new scenery & she’s considering to open up a shop here. either way the locals said the twenty-nine year old florist owner from las vegas, nv tends to be rather bold & adaptable, but also aloof & stubborn. ( a hot cup of starbucks coffee, plants scattered throughout the bedroom, a person reading alone in a library, being the wallflower at a party. )

i. about

a girl who was born in las vegas, nv. she had wonderful parents that divorced when she was fourteen. however, she didn’t mind it at all. she was happy as long as her parents were. also, she wanted a bigger family, so if they were going to remarry to other people, she was okay with that too. eventually, that was what happened. her mom remarried and she had a step-dad who had children, which certainly made her excited because now she was going to have step-siblings since she was an only child. frankie cared about them and loved them because family meant everything to the girl. she was used to switching houses during the weekdays and weekends, spending time with her mom mondays to wednesdays and dad thursdays to sundays. what also should be mentioned is that she comes from new money in both families, except she doesn’t bother flaunting it. 

by the time she was sixteen years old, she was betrayed by her closest friends and now has a cynical view because she wasn’t able to forgive them. she was told multiple times to get over it, but couldn’t. she continued to wonder how people can be so close then do something harsh to another. it still astonishes her now and from that point on, she didn’t really let anyone into her life, thoughts, or feelings. frankie prefers to use her time indoors watching movies/tv shows, taking care of her plants, reading, or simply going on the internet. if anything, she’s mainly the type to have a one night stand, but has kept only three or four friends with benefits all her life. and has one or two close friends.

tl;dr frankie’s basically only into being friends with plants and she can be rude at times. she also tends to push people away.

ii. details

character inspo: n/a

PINTEREST

aesthetic

walk-in closets but wearing the same 5 outfits, walking through trails, smelling fresh air, having polaroids of flowers, black hair ties, not needing glasses but wearing them for fashion, stacks of books that were actually used and read, a hot cup of starbucks coffee, plants scattered throughout the bedroom, a person reading alone in a library, being the wallflower at a party

style

most of her style is denim and plain-colored tops. she also has a lot of neutral colors. she tends to leave her hair longer than her shoulders and either leaves them down or in a ponytail. 

misc

she has this tattoo on her side.

she owns a florist company, but wants to expand. although, she’s indecisive if blackwater is the right place for it.

her whole apartment is filled with plants, real and fake.

she has an ex who cheated on her when they were dating, but i got too lazy and i don’t have enough time to put it in her about.