#currently making them into rotisserie

[cobrasx]

HURTIN'4CURTAINZ DUO I... have nothing of value to say abt them they r literally dumb and dumber, never put them in a studio togeths they will produce absolute hot garbage

NOW B4 U START HATIN'.. ASK URSELF - BE HONEST..... AINT WE CLEAN THO?

[flippinpancakes64]

Can I Request All Of The Cullen Family With A Reader Who Tosses And Turns In Their Sleep?

Btw I Love Your Fanfics So Much!

The Cullens with a Restless Sleeper

Sometimes I think you guys are inside of my house the way you guys send me the most specific asks

Also my requests are currently closed! You guys are so sweet, every time I open them back up I feel like I have to shut them again because I get so many!

And thank you for the kind words! I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He doesn't mind

I mean, he's the one who wants to be freaky and watch you sleep

The very least he could do is not judge your sleeping habits

He does his best to work around you

You decided to turn onto your side with one arm wedged underneath you and the other one flopped over his face?

Okay he'll stop breathing so that you don't get disturbed by his breath on your hand

You smack him every once in a while but it's not like it hurts him so he's okay

He'll ask you every morning if you slept well, and if you say yes and he can see that you're rested, then he doesn't press

But if you keep waking up super exhausted then he suggests asking Carlisle if maybe there's a medical reason as to why you move so much

Alice:

I've mentioned before that the only way she'd be able to stay with you the whole night would be if she had a tv on or a book or something

Again, she's not really one to be bothered

It's not like you can control it

You're literally asleep

She thinks it's funny more than anything

Whenever you sling your arm onto her and knock her book out of her hands, she can't help but giggle

She just sort of lets you do your own thing

She tends to just stay in her spot

If you move away, you move away

If you cuddle up next to her, then she'll cuddle back

Unbothered queen

Jasper:

He gets in his own head a bit in the beginning

He thinks that he's the one making you uncomfortable

That you're tossing and turning so much because he's too cold, too hard, etc

You have to tell him that you're just a restless sleeper and that it's not his fault

After that he relaxes a bit

But he still tries his best to make you comfortable

He moves with you the whole night

And he will nudge you a bit if he thinks that your new position looks a bit uncomfortable

Rosalie:

She doesn't like to lay down for hours at end

So chances are she wouldn't even notice that you're so restless

I think it would have to be one night where you asked her to cuddle (and of course she says yes) where she finally notices

She wakes you up instantly

She thinks you're having a nightmare

After you explain she apologizes

She gets a little frustrated

Vampires have no need to be comfortable, but they can still feel comfort

The whole night, she feels like she finds a nice position and then you move

But she doesn't leave

You asked her to stay for the whole night so she stays

Emmett:

He's squirmy too

Two bugs who are very snug in your rug, only both of you move way too much

So y'all balance each other out

It works out kinda well for him

If you were a really light sleeper who never moved, then he would be waking you up all night

But since you already move so much, his tossing and turning doesn't really affect you

A perfect pair of rotisserie chickens

Esme:

She gets a little worried

She thinks you're having chronic nightmares at first

And then she's even more concerned when you wake up and she asks you about them but you say you don't remember having any nightmares

She asks Carlisle to check you out

Obv there's nothing wrong

So she just keeps an eye on you

She really enjoys cuddling, so it's a bit annoying when you squirm away and turn onto your back

And then again when you launch your leg over her stomach and turn yourself until your head's off the bed

She just resets you to a normal position and the cycle continues

Carlisle:

He doesn't mind

Again, the only time he would really care would be if it seems to be affecting your sleep health

But if you wake up energized and refreshed, then he can't complain

He's another cuddler

But since you're so active, he also has a book

He cuddles when you're in the position to do so, and then he reads whenever you squirm onto the other side of the bed

He has no need to be comfortable, so he just moves wherever you need him to

You're trying to roll onto his side of the bed?

Okay yeah just let him get up real quick and go to your side

He's a king sorry my bias is showing

Vampire! Bella:

She's another nighttime cuddler

It helps her feel a little human again

So she does get a little frustrated when you keep interrupting her zen with your movements

Like she wants to cuddle damnit why are you halfway across the bed with your leg dangling off?

She is not afraid to drag you back

Or to hold you in place with her iron grip

Sorry you're trapped

Good luck moving now ;)

[archerdepartures116]

hey quick question if we write/draw zhongliu should we tag you? (currently rotating them around in my head like they are a rotisserie chicken)

PLEASE DO I wanna see what ppl are gonna make around these two haha

[demonic-dorito]

Kirkwall in itself is a story worth thinking about for years. Just the current political landscape and culture and what’s it’s like day to day must be fascinating but then when you consider its history as a MAJOR slave city that was set free only to keep all the iconography, plus how much blood magic was practiced in its hidden halls… that’s a story within a story. And if THAT wasn’t enough to keep Kirkwall rotating like a golden rotisserie chicken in your brain for years, then you get the likelihood that this city is the place wherein mages went to the makers throne and corrupted the Golden City, turning it into the Black City??? Huh??? The parallels that one would naturally make between Kirkwall and the Black City because of it (and ironically between Kirkwall and the Golden City, too)… and then you have the one chantry in the city in Hightown, as if The Maker was too high for poor folk to reach, and Darktown, where everything is dirty and sick and it’s supposed to be every man for himself save a single shining light wherein a cursed apostate, what the chantry tells you to hate and fear, is the only one reaching out to help, and does so without expecting anything in return.

Seriously though, all the damn stairs means that unless you’re able bodied and have hours upon hours to spare (unlikely when you’re desperate for work), you likely can’t make it to the chantry to attend services regularly. I wonder if the people in Lowtown feel as though as surely as he abandoned the Golden City, he abandoned them, too. And THEN you have Kirkwall being turned into what is essentially a police state with Templars, the supposed sword of Andraste, making life worse for a lot of people. Honestly even if Anders never came to Kirkwall, there probably would’ve ended up being a rebellion for something anyways.

The city itself is a living, breathing entity. I don’t think I’ve ever encountered a city as… charactered??? as Kirkwall in any other work of fiction. It’s endlessly fascinating.

Please tell me any headcanons or opinions or observations you have on literally any aspect of Kirkwall. Whether you say it on this post or in tags or in my dms or send me an anon message I don’t care.

[swisccfinds]

Custom Food Stalls to make you gameplay more realistic

Hey guys! I'm taking a break from my build project I currently have going on in the sims so I decided to take my break by posting on Tumblr :) This list will mainly consist of real life food stores.

With that said here are the most realistic food stalls for the sims 4

PS. Please remember to show love and your support to the creators, they are all credited under the screen grab of their custom content/mods

1 . Krispy Kreme Food Stall

mod by ArLi1211_ccsims4

Krispy Kreme? I could really go for some Krispy Kreme doughnuts right now. This amazing food stall mod allows your sim to buy Krispy Kreme products because why not introduce your sims to good ol' Krispy Kreme doughtnuts.

Some of the creator's notes~

New Coffee Stand with Krispy Kreme Aesthetic. Buy coffee and cakes for your sims! Available in the outdoor section as always. Cost: 1800$ Note : You need the University Add-On to use it. This item is a recolor of the Britechester edition of the Coffee Stand. Tell me in comments if you have some ideas/brands you like and you want in your game I will check it . The link is below. Thanks for the visit  and have a great day :)

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2 . Wingstop Custom Stall

mod by Insimna

I've NEVER had Wingstop. I live in a small town where they just keep removing the food places and replacing them with connivence store, I kid you not we have about 20 in my area. Insimna made this amazing Wingstop food stall with custom food aswell. I really like Insimna for looking for overrides or food stalls for example.

Creator's notes~

*City Living Expansion Pack is REQUIRED for the stall* **Dine Out and Discover University are Optional** ***This amazing lot was built by SimmerFree (The lot in the pictures is slightly modified to include the custom stall)*** Menu: Wing Flavors Combo: Atomic Cajun Garlic Parmesan Hawaiian Hickory Smoked BBQ Hot Honey Rub Lemon Pepper Louisiana Rub Mango Habanero Original Hot Plain Spicy Korean Q Sides & Drink Seasoned Fries Cheese Fries Louisiana Voodoo Fries Buffalo Ranch Fries Soda Compatible with Insimnia Eats 2.0 and Grannies/Zero's compatible version. You must download the updated version to see these items on there!

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3 . Chick-fil-A

mod by Insimna

Speaking of food stores I've never gotten to experience.. This Chick-fill-A food stall is so amazing and yes it sells Chick-fill-A products! But that download link is separate but for this sake I'll link both of them.

Creator's notes ~

Menu: Entrees  Chick-fil-A® Chicken Sandwich Chick-fil-A® Deluxe Sandwich Spicy Chicken Sandwich Spicy Deluxe Sandwich Grilled Chicken Sandwich Chick-fil-A® Grilled Chicken Club Sandwich Chick-fil-A® Nuggets Grilled Nuggets Drinks Soda Lemonade Iced Tea Features: Children can order! Compatible with Dine Out.  Compatible with the Lactose Intolerant trait from Cottage Living. Compatible with Insimnia Eats. You must download the updated version to see these items on there!

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4 . Subway Custom Stall

mod by Insimna

Another realistic custom stall is this subway food stall! Also made by Insimna! (she makes a lot of custom food stalls). This will be going into my next build :)

creator's notes~

*City Living Expansion Pack is REQUIRED for the stall* **Dine Out and Discover University are Optional** ***This awesome Subway build is by the super talented Gawdly Sims *** Menu: Classic Sandwiches Black Forest Ham Meatball Marinara Buffalo Chicken Chicken & Bacon Ranch Oven Roasted Turkey Italian B.M.T. Pizza Sub Roast Beef Rotisserie-Style Chicken Steak & Cheese Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki Tuna Spicy Italian No Bready Bowls & Soda Buffalo Chicken Cold Cut Combo Chicken & Bacon Ranch Steak & Cheese Oven Roasted Turkey & Ham Rotisserie-Style Chicken Soda Wraps Roast Beef Veggie Delite B.L.T. Tuna Spicy Italian Oven Roasted Turkey Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki Compatible with Insimnia Eats 2.0 and Grannies/Zero's compatible version. You must download the updated version to see these items on there! PLEASE MAKE SURE TO DELETE THE PREVIOUS VERSION WHEN DOWNLOADING THE LATEST ONE. HOW TO INSTALL: You will be installing 2 files 1. Download the CustomStall package file  2. For the Recipes, there are 2 versions. Choose ONLY 1. Choose Recipes_FAST if you want your Sims to finish their food quicker. (takes 6 "bites" to finish) Choose Recipes_SLOW package file if you want your Sims to take their time eating. (takes 12 "bites" to finish) 3. Simply drag and drop both PACKAGE File

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5. Burger King Stall

mod by Insimna

Burger king in the sims? I think YES! I loveeee burger kings burgers, to me they taste so good, and now my sims can enjoy some Burger King food thanks to this mod and CC

Creator's notes~

*City Living Expansion Pack is REQUIRED for the stall* **Dine Out and Discover University are Optional** If you don't have any of the packs listed above, you can only get the food through Insimnia Eats delivery. Menu: Bacon Double Cheeseburger Bacon King Bacon Melt Classic Melt Double Cheeseburger  Impossible Whopper (Vegetarian!) Quarter Pound King  Rodeo Burger Whopper Whopper Jr. Soda Compatible with Insimnia Eats 2.0 and Grannies/Zero's compatible version. You must download the updated version to see these items on there! PLEASE MAKE SURE TO DELETE THE PREVIOUS VERSION WHEN DOWNLOADING THE LATEST ONE.

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6. Panda Express

mod by Insimna

Here is another real life restaurant that I've never had! Like I said I live in a small town. I'm sure they have this in Albany but that's still an hour away from me. But that doesn't mean my sims won't be able to try it! I cannot wait to place all these in my build!

creator's notes~

*City Living Expansion Pack is REQUIRED* **Dine Out and Discover University are Optional** Super awesome, realistic Panda Express build I highly recommend: Bean's Builds  Menu Meals (comes with 2 sides of either Chow Mein & Fried Rice or Chow Mein & White Rice): The Original Orange Chicken Broccoli Beef SweetFire Chicken Breast Grilled Teriyaki Chicken Mushroom Chicken Beijing Beef Black Pepper Angus Steak Honey Walnut Shrimp Black Pepper Chicken Kung Pao Chicken Super Greens (vegetarian) Drink & Appetizers: Chicken Egg Roll Veggie Spring Roll (vegetarian) Soda Family Meals: Mushroom Chicken & Beijing Beef Black Pepper Chicken & Honey Walnut Shrimp Broccoli Beef & Grilled Teriyaki Chicken The Original Orange Chicken & Black Pepper Angus Steak Note: If you order a Family Meal from the custom stall, it will be in your Sim's inventory! Compatible with Insimnia Eats. You must download the updated version to see these items on there!

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7. Burger King Food Stall

mod by Insimna

Well we have Burger King on this list we must add McDonalds on here as well!

Creator's note~

Your Sims will definitely be lovin' it :) In honor of this mod, I'm actually gonna have McDonald's tonight lol *City Living Expansion Pack is REQUIRED* **Dine Out is Optional** ***Please take a look at this post if you want Sims to order autonomously*** Menu: Burgers & Fries Big Mac Quarter Pounder with Cheese Deluxe Quarter Pounder with Cheese Bacon Double Cheeseburger World Famous Fries Breakfast Egg McMuffin Sausage McMuffin with Egg Sausage, Egg & Cheese McGriddles Bacon, Egg & Cheese McGriddles Beverages Coca-Cola Sprite Strawberry Banana Smoothie Mango Pineapple Smoothie How it Works: Go into Build/Buy mode and search for the Insimnia McDonald's Custom Stall. Place it on the lot. Click on the stall and click "Hire Vendor" Once the vendor is in the stall, click to bring up the menu Features: Children can order! Compatible with Dine Out  Compatible with the Lactose Intolerant trait from Cottage Living (so basically everything since there's cheese (except the fries) and the smoothies lol)

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I hope you guys like this thread for custom stalls! Thank you if you have read all the way to the end, I love you guys ❤︎

[absolute-flaming-trash]

For my fellow readers with sleeping issues.

Pairing: Yandere!Mahito x Reader

SFW

Word Count: 2′557

Warnings: Yandere, Stalking, Sleep deprivation, Insomnia, Mindbreak if you squint, Noncon touching, Implied kidnapping.

“I swear to fucking god...”

You grabbed the bottle of melatonin off your nightstand and held it closer to your face, as if it would magically change the outcome of your current events.

You were tired. Painfully so. Insomnia was that bitch in your life that dangled the promise of sleep just out of reach, and would laugh at each and every failed attempt you’d make to get it.

The instructions on the off-white label were practically memorized by you at this point, but you still read them anyway on the off chance you had missed something.

‘Allow 1 tablet to dissolve under the tongue once per day or as directed by a physician. Recommended to reset circadian rhythm and for those with delayed sleep phase disorder’

You threw the bottle at the wall in frustration, ignoring the rain of pills that showered down after impact. You’d clean it up later.

It wasn’t enough. The “Extra Strength” claim on the label was nothing more than marketing bullshit since you had already taken three pills, and they had done fuck all. The tears of said frustration weren’t far behind, but you quickly wiped them away with the back of your hand. You were tired as hell, yeah, but nothing worth crying over just yet. It had only been about…

You counted the hours on your fingers.

...About a day and a half.

You frowned. That couldn’t be right.

You did it again, only to arrive at the same answer.

“God damnit!”

Your aggravation was emphasized with the slam of your bedroom door behind you. You were still in PJ’s, but fuck it. It was 3am and hardly anyone would be out anyways. You were going for a walk, since maybe that would actually do something for you.

You didn’t even bother to grab a jacket on your way out the front door.

The air was warm this time of year, despite it being so late… or early, depending on how you wanted to view it.

The city and all its concrete soaked up the heat from the sun during the daytime, and it would radiate it back out once the sun had set - allowing for a 24 hour rotation of heat that made you feel like a fucking rotisserie.

You smirked a little to yourself. Another thing to blame your sleep troubles on.

Like you suspected, there was hardly anyone out. The most activity you saw was at the back door at bars where the employees were locking up for the night,  or at restaurants, where the work day had only just begun

You had no destination in mind as you walked. Thinking about one required too much effort, and you didn’t have the energy to contemplate such a thing. Besides, what good would it do to have one anyways if the point was simply to wander? Having one would make no sense.

After what felt like an hour, the ache in your feet had begun to override the blissful nothingness previously occupying your mind, and you leaned to rest against a stone wall that had been on your left side for the past little while.

Only then you noticed the significant drop of temperature in the air, and you looked around.

You weren’t in the city anymore.

At least not obviously. You were surrounded by vast amounts of green - illuminated only by the dull yellow lights that lined the paved walkway you stood on. It made the foliage that wasn’t touched by said light feel that much darker.

But it wasn’t just the lighting that made the atmosphere shift in the way it did.

No, something felt off. Similar to the sensation of being in a government building you had absolutely no business being in - but far more sinister. Goosebumps peppered your skin once you realized what it was.

Silence. Complete and utter silence.

Even the small ravine next to you seemed to make no noise.

You turned on your heel and headed back the way you came.

“Leaving so soon?”

A shriek accompanied the startled jolt of terror that shot up your spine. You whipped around expecting to find someone, only to be met with the darkness of the path.

“Hello?”

Nothing. Not even crickets answered you.

You chuckled nervously, not sure of what to make of your situation. You knew sleep deprivation, if pushed long enough, could result in hallucinations, but you didn’t think you were that far gone just yet. That was only supposed to happen after two days without sleep.

A fact, you realized with growing horror, that could already be a reality.

You resumed walking - a few steps backwards at first before you turned and faced the proper way to accommodate the hurry in your steps.

You weren’t sure of exactly where you were, but if you followed the walkway it would undoubtedly lead you to a better lit area where you could get your bearings and figure out a way back home.

Your hands made a motion to enter a pocket that didn’t exist, and you were reminded of the fact you had neither brought your jacket with you, nor your phone.

God, you were an idiot.

“You’re going the wrong way.~”

Okay, what the fuck.

You stopped again and listened as hard as you could despite the roar of blood in your ears. The temptation to call out again to the voice was there, but you immediately thought the better of it.

Not wanting to stick around longer than necessary, you began to speed-walk..

The path felt endless. The foliage you passed felt the same, and the bridge you were about to go under felt way too familiar. A part of you hoped the familiarity was due to having seen it on your way in, and not because you were actually lost.

Eerie laughter from somewhere in the darkness did absolutely nothing to ease the palpable fear crawling in your skin, and a whimper slipped past your lips.

That was definitely not a hallucination.

The bridge felt akin to a checkpoint once you were under it. It was by no means safe, rather safer. You felt a lot less exposed to the trees - the iron supports acting as a comforting barrier to the outside world; even if logic dictated you were no less exposed than before.

Your slowed steps echoed quietly off the metal as you weighed the pros and cons of venturing further down the path. The unknown danger was by no means gone, but the promise of the coming dawn along with the temporary, albeit probably false, sense of security tempted you to stay put.

You cautiously poked your head out from the safety of the bridge and listened again - waiting for more laughter - or anything else, really.

“Where the fuck are you…”

“Here.”

You froze. Deer in the headlights as you slowly turned to face the owner of the voice no more than three feet behind you.

There was something so incredibly unsettling about the way he looked at you. He was smiling, yes, but there was something so Uncanny Valley about it that it had all instincts screaming at you to do one thing, and one thing only.

Run.

“Hey.” He said, far too casually.

Your eyes flicked over his appearance - lingering much longer than intended on the numerous stitches that ran across his face.

When you accidentally locked eyes with him, you gulped.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing.” You began, “But I want you to leave me alone.”

The stranger raised his eyebrows, his three sections of pale blue hair falling to the side as he tilted his head curiously.

“What, no ‘hello’ back? That’s quite rude of you.”

You laughed, but there was no humour in the sound whatsoever. “My apologies. Please leave me alone.”

“I heard you the first time.” His expression fell into one of boredom while he flicked a piece of lint from his shirt. He clicked his tongue when his eyes came back to yours. “You’re out late, aren’t you?”

Your smile was all nerves. “I suppose.”

He hummed in acknowledgement and continued to look at you. Eventually he bowed ever so slightly towards you, but you couldn’t help but feel it was completely ingenuine.

“My name is Mahito.”

You smiled thinly. “Pleasure.”

He grinned and resumed his full height with a hand on his hip. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“That’s because I didn’t give it.”

The lull of silence that fell between you was nothing short of awful, and you flinched when he finally laughed. It was sharp as it echoed across the underbelly of the bridge.

“Well, aren't you cute?”

“Not really.”

Mahito ignored your answer and leaned in closer, if that were even possible. “I think you are.”

You felt like you were going to be sick on the spot. “Thanks…” You cleared your throat awkwardly. “But if you’d pardon me, I’d like to go home now.”

You went to step around him, but his movements mirrored yours - keeping the path behind him blocked.

“Now? We only just started talking.”

His exaggerated pout made you feel a nauseating combination of pissed off and afraid. “Yes. Like you said, it’s very late.”

“So why are you out here?”

“That’s my business.”

“Trouble sleeping?”

Time stood still after he said that, and the anxiety must have shown clearly on your face because his smirk only widened. “I read humans have issues with that.”

Humans. Not ‘people’. Humans.

Your brow furrowed and you moistened your lips before you spoke.

“We do.” You said slowly, “But what makes you think I do?”

“You threw your sleeping pills against the wall, I’d say that’s a clear sign you’re still having issues.”

If the world didn’t stand still before, it certainly did now.

Unlike before, he wasn’t smirking. He said it as it was - a fact. Neutral expression and everything. It only served to make the drop of your heart into your stomach feel like freefall.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words came out as a stutter.

Mahito watched your face the entire time you struggled with yourself and used the moment to nonchalantly walk closer to you - debris crunching quietly under the soles of his bare feet as he did.

“...Still?”

He grinned and reached out to push a strand of your hair out of your face with a single finger. “Bottle says to see a doc after you use it for more than four weeks, I’d say you’re pushing it.”

You flinched back from him before he could touch you, repulsed. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I told you, I’m Mahito.” He sighed and looked skyward for a moment, mumbling to himself. “Although I suppose sleep deprivation can result in problems with short-term memory…”

The tautness in your chest increased, and each breath became more difficult to suck in. It was all too much at once, and his complete dismissal of how goddamn creepy he was being only served to add to the fear.

He had been watching you, and clearly had been for a while. A fact only made worse by the knowledge that you hadn’t the faintest idea the entire time it had been happening - however long that had been.

“Did-” You cringed at the way your voice caught in your throat. The croak-like noise brought Mahito’s attention back to you immediately. “Did you follow me here?”

He cocked his head again to the side, “You shouldn’t ask questions you know the answer to, it’s not polite.”

You wanted to fucking cry.

You didn’t know what to do. Honest to god, you had absolutely no idea what to do or say anymore after a response like that because what was there to do?

You were alone. In the middle of a place you had never been with a person you had never met - one who was clearly out of their fucking mind.

Mahito giggled and he reached out to touch you again. “Your soul is trembling, am I making you nervous?”

Frankly you had never been more afraid in your life, and something in your brain snapped when his fingers made contact with your skin.

You ran.

Fight or flight was one hell of a bodily response. Gone was the tightness in your chest and back was the roar of blood in your ears as you sprinted down the path. The boost of adrenaline served its purpose - allowing your muscles to take on the inordinate amount of strain required to get you as far away from danger as possible.

A prospect that you didn’t expect to succeed as much as it did.

There was a large part of you that expected to get hit from behind - to go from hauling ass to eating shit in a matter of seconds, but it never happened.

No, what did occur was far, far worse.

There was an earth-shattering crash before the world disappeared. You had enough time to slap your palms over your ears before the scenery around you was literally pushed out by impossibly large, ink-like hands.

Whatever hands didn’t wall off your only chances of escape were used to pull you into a kingdom of darkness.

When you looked up, you didn’t see stars in this warped cosmos - only thousands of hands linked together in seemingly random patterns. There was no logic, only the horrific truth that solidified itself the more these hands clasped themselves together above your head.

You were trapped.

Even still, a part of you wondered if you were really here. If this was truly something happening to you of all people, and not some sick, horrendous nightmare conjured by several doses of melatonin at once.

That would make the most sense, wouldn’t it? That you were trapped in your mind rather than whatever horrors in front of your eyes - and it would only take a pinch of your skin along with  the will to wake up to set yourself free.

But any hope of that was shattered by the call of your name and the feeling of a hand on your shoulder.

He knew your name. Of course he did. It would be incredibly stupid to think he wouldn’t if he had really been following you for as long as he alluded to. He had only been playing dumb beforehand so you would offer up your name to him freely.

On top of everything else, he was a fucking hypocrite.

You let him turn you freely - offering little resistance as he had you face him once more, and he cupped your face in his hands. You closed your eyes, unable to deal with the intensity of the blue and gray staring into your soul.

“Normally I hate this, but I have to thank you.” He murmured, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “The pills were only meant to wear you down. Coming out here… you made this easy for me.”

The burn of hot tears behind your lids worked as an incentive to keep them shut, and you bit your cheek hard - hoping that the taste of your own blood would keep you grounded enough not to break in front of whatever creature that held you in its grasp.

But unlike Mahito, you were only human.

And you tasted salt when cold lips pressed to your own.

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[luimnigh]

I've been checking up the elections in Ireland out of curiosity (and also because of taking into consideration the steadily worsening situation in regards to Democracy across the globe), but I find I don't really understand it very well. Who's currently considered the most likely candidate to lead Ireland, and is it necessarily a good, bad, or complicated thing? Irish politics seems to have a lot of nuances that I don't really have the context and understanding to "get".

So, we have a Parliamentary system. It's the leader of the largest party after that is usually the Taoiseach, the head of Government. Or, at the very least, the largest party in the coalition of parties who've come together to share power.

(We also have a directly elected President as our Head of State. His only real power is to send bills to the Supreme Court to check if they're constitutional before signing them into law.)

However, last term in the Dáil, none of the biggest parties got enough votes to secure a majority on their own, or even a coalition with a smaller party. The two biggest parties, Fianna Fáil and Fine Gael had to go into coalition with each other, because they refused to go into coalition with the other biggest party, Sinn Féin.

Because these two parties have run the state since the begining, neither wanted to be the "Junior" partner in the coalition (which is usually a electoral death sentence the next election), so they decided to be equal partners. They devised a system where they would trade off the Taoiseach role so that both sides would have roughly equal time.

This is called a "Rotating Taoiseach". Or "Rotisserie Taoiseach", depending on how serious the political commentary is.

After this election, we have the same scenario: neither side has enough seats to make a government without the other (or Sinn Féin, who they refuse to talk to).

However, this time rather than the seat split being 38:35, it's now 48:38. Fianna Fáil is much bigger than Fine Gael.

In most circumstances this would mean that Fianna Fáil's leader, Micháel Martin (pronounced Me-Hawl) would be Taoiseach, no rotation.

But Fine Gael has their pride and dignity. Even with the larger seat gap, they likely wouldn't accept being a Junior Partner. They'll want the Equal Partner deal again, with it's Rotating Taoiseach.

On the one hand, they're not really in a position to demand it. On the other hand, they can just stonewall government formation until they get it. The only other option is Sinn Féin, and none of them want that.

I'd say it's likely we'll see another Rotating Taoiseach, between Martin and the Fine Gael leader, Simon Harris.

As for whether this situation is good or not? Well, it's... eh. It's eh.

Both Fianna Fáil and Fine Gael are neoliberal. They're somewhat progressive socially, but are beholden to corporate interests financially. Under their leadership we've entered a housing crisis, a homelessness crisis, a refugee housing crisis, and a healthcare crisis. They say their solutions to each of these are working, but it won't be fixed overnight, despite the fact that most of these problems have been ongoing for a decade.

It's a combination of the austerity measures they imposed and their belief the private sector will fix the problems that's causing most issues in Ireland at the moment.

So things aren't going to suddenly go to shit here, but they aren't suddenly going to get better. Any movement in any direction will be a slow slide. Maybe things will get better, maybe things will get worse, whatever happens will happen slowly.

[lilacella]

💫Prongfoot Week 2024💫 - Day 7

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I can't believe it's already the last day 😭😭 I decided to write something for today but I am currently not at my best writing-skill-wise, so I hope this feels coherent because I can't tell!!

Also, I hope you guys like run-on sentences because there are a lot of them in this bad boy 🙃

Credit to @lovelymasks for inspiring me to write this with her, also lovely, band AU! (it's wolfstar though, just fyi) - you know what this is about 😊

Anyways, enjoy Prongsfoot cuddling on a band bus!

T, 1611 words (ao3)

Sleepless

Sirius can't sleep.

Not because he isn't tired enough, the last gig has him bloody exhausted.

Not because the small bunk in the band bus is too uncomfortable, he's used to it.

Not because it's cold, because Peter fucked around a little too much with the AC yesterday and now it's broken and slowly turning their bus into a cooling chamber, Sirius prefers to sleep cold.

Not even because of Remus' obnoxious snoring - really how can such a noodly man produce sounds like that? Maybe he should be the one doing the growling in their songs! - after years of sharing a tight space with these fuckers he almost misses it when it's gone.

No. It is because their bloody vocalist cannot fucking stop tossing and turning in the bed below him and the constant vibrations are driving him mental.

After hours of this, Sirius decides that enough is enough. He leans over the edge of his bunk and pulls back the curtain hiding the offender.

"Knock it off, Prongsie, will you? I can't bloody sleep if you keep rotating like a fucking rotisserie chicken!"

Another rumble, then James Potter - singer of the legendary subversive metal band "The Marauders" - pops his touseled head out and puffy, hazel eyes blink up miserably at Sirius - making his annoyance turn into affection in the aforementioned blink of those eyes.

"Sorry Pads, but I'm freezing. That bloody AC is blowing right onto my bed."

Sirius sighs.

He can never be mad at James for long anyways. His current record stands at three consecutive hours after James had had the audacity to solve all the crosswords in the newspaper without him when he knows Sirius needs these to wake up in the morning! He had been very grumpy that day but James had made it up by buying him a stack of local newspapers from the country they were touring in, which added an additional linguistical challenge. And Sirius appreciates a challenge.

James does actually look cold. He is already wearing a thick hoodie, the hood halfway pulled over his messy head of hair, his arms wrapped around himself.

How could anyone be mad at that sight?

"Fine then, come up here." Sirius pats the scarce space next to him.

James doesn't hesitate to take him up on the offer for a second and a moment later he is shuffling into Sirius' bunk, squishing him back into the wall of the bus.

Sirius pulls the duvet over his miserable best friend and wraps an arm around his waist. It's for security reasons. James could fall out!

He can feel how much he is shivering now and it does concern him a little. James is usually a fucking radiator, something years of - very platonic - bed-sharing in boarding school have taught Sirius.

"Shit, you are actually cold, mate. Are you alright?," he asks quietly, with genuine concern. They have a gig tomorrow and if James gets sick... that would be a desaster!

"Fucking told you," James mutters and buries his icy face in the crook of Sirius' neck.

He resists the impusle to push him off on impact, because fucking hell this may be cold but it feels way too good.

They don't often get to be close like this anymore. Well, technically they get way closer on the regular, when they exchange sloppy kisses in the middle of a show - all just for fun and entertainment of course! You gotta earn your reputation somehow!

But sometimes Sirius finds himself missing how they were in school. Always joined at the hip, used to sharing the smallest of spaces just to be together. The casual intimacy that had filled him with a level of buzzing contentment and happiness he hasn't been able to find anywhere else. Neither with the groupies he occasionally takes backstage and never does anything more than snogging with, because it doesn't feel right. Nor with any of the drugs and alcohol that naturally sneak their way into the life of most successful musicians.

With James it was different. It was real.

Sirius' heart flutters like it used to when he feels the familiar hot breath on his skin and he can't resist the urge to pull James just a little closer.

James responds with a content sigh that vibrates against Sirius' neck.

"Better?," Sirius asks. His mouth feels a bit dry all of a sudden.

"Better," James murmurs and wraps his own arms around Sirius so they're entirely pressed together now.

Sirius tries not to hold his breath. Damn it why is this making him so fucking nervous? It's just James! They've done this a hundred times before!

Then you didn't know what it feels like to kiss him.

Sirius shakes his head to drive away the thought. Where did that come from?!

James lifts his head.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh?"

"Shook your head."

"Oh. Nothing. Just a weird thought."

James frowns and watches him intently. Sirius knows he can't actually see anything without his glasses but he still feels like James is staring into his soul.

Obnoxious, really. He can't help but smile.

"I'm fine, Prongs. I swear."

James doesn't seem convinced and props himself up a little on his arm.

"Are you sure? Are you stressed about tomorrow?"

Sirius waves him off. "Why would I be scared of tomorrow? It's just Gelsenkirchen, how bad can it be?"

James shrugs sleepily and sinks back into the pillow. Back next to Sirius, so that their noses are almost touching.

"You just seem a little tense."

"Probably because someone didn't let me sleep," Sirius says, but there is no sharpness in his tone. James is way too close and it makes his heart race.

Kiss him.

He squeezes his eyes shut tightly. This is ridiculous! Where is this even coming from?

Sirius' eyes fly open again, when cold fingers touch his cheek, brushing a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

"You did it again. What's wrong? Tell me?"

The gentle concern in James' quiet voice almost makes Sirius choke. It always does. But this time, their closeness adds to the fluttering feeling in his chest.

"I'm just having weird thoughts," he gives in. "But I'm fine. Just sleep."

"What thoughts?"

James' hand is resting in Sirius neck, drawing tender circles behind his ear.

Sirius scoffs and evades his eyes. "None of your buisness."

James' fingers wander onto the back of his head, gently massaging his scalp. "Is it because of the interview? I know the tabloids are rats. But who cares what they think?"

Right. Sirius had blissfuly forgotten about that. The interview with reporters from 'Bild', a German newspaper known for spreading misleading gossip. The last time The Marauders had spoken to them, they had turned it into a whole story about James and him being a couple, twisting their words like play doh. Sirius had been furious! Yes, they were kissing on stage and shared a flat in London (it was more convenient that way!) and maybe they had said "spending time with each other" when asked for their favorite part of touring, and maybe Sirius had written most of their more emotional songs about James - but that didn't mean anything! It was all platonic. Brotherly, basically!

You know it isn't.

Sirius swallows hard and tries to ignore how close James' lips are to his own.

"I'm not exactly looking forward to it," he states matter of factly and makes the mistake to look into James' eyes again.

Maybe a kiss would be nice...

No! What the fuck, this is absurd! He doesn't... Fuck. James cannot find out. He would be weirded out for sure! The kissing is solely part of the show. James would never want to do that in private.

"Do you want to snog a little?"

Sirius stares at him for a second. "What?"

James' eyes flicker down. "I don't know, I was just... I just thought... It may warm me up. And take your mind of your 'weird thoughts'..."

What are they doing here?

"Okay. Sure."

James' eyes meet his again. For the first time Sirius doesn't know what the look in them means.

The kiss is different to what they do onstage. Less tounge, unhurried, tender. Sirius thinks he is suffocating on his feelings but he doesn't care. If this is how he dies then so be it.

His hand moves up into James' hair. James' shuffles so he is slightly on top of him. A choked sigh frees itself from Sirius' tight chest and escapes his lips.

This is real too, he thinks and this time he doesn't try to discard the thought.

When James pulls back he stays close, hovering over his face, lips wet, pupils dilated, eyes locked with Sirius'.

"James..."

James swallows. "Padfoot..."

"I think..."

James nods. "Yeah. Me too."

A smile creeps onto Sirius' face that he has now idea how to stop. Maybe it's pointless to try.

James matches it and brushes his nose against his. "Let's not tell the tabloids though."

Sirius nods. "None of their buisness."

They exchange another kiss, breathing in eachother's scent, their tounges dancing idly around eachother in between their lips. James is playing with Sirius' earrings and Sirius keeps wrapping the short strands of James' thick hair around his finger.

Sirius never wants it to stop but finally sleep is catching up on them and James' head sinks down onto his chest.

"Let's save the rest for tomorrow," he murmurs drowsily.

Sirius buries his face in his hair and pulls him close. "Are you warm now?"

But James is already gone, joining in on Remus' snoring - though considerably more quiet.

Sirius can't sleep.

He cannot wait for tomorrow.

[dirty-bosmer]

16, 20, 22

Hi Ray :) Thank you for so many good qs 🤍

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

I currently have three ongoing fics that have been rotating about in the rotisserie oven of my brain, but I'm most excited about continuing my Skyrim fic, Slither and Writhe. It's about Sylawen, my prodigal cringefail necromancer daughter who got booted out of all the universities in Cyrodiil for being too uncool a danger to the student body and is thus forced to slum it in Winterhold. She is the Dragonborn but this is not a novelization of the main quest, rather a story of her avoiding responsibility in favor of sewing up creepy creatures and making everyone's lives worse because of it. She just arrived in Whiterun after being rescued by the Companions, and once I learned that Vilkas and Farkas had been captured by necromancers as kids, I was like 'oh it's over for them.' She is unwittingly going to cause everyone great pain, and maybe it will be a learning moment? Maybe not :)

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Does my inability to relinquish my grasp on Oblivion count as a common pattern 😅 I always go back to that game and my stupid little creatures from it, can't let them go home even though the party is over. Skyrim doesn't speak to me quite the same way idk why D: As far as themes go, I am so predictable. I write about dumb cunts getting dumber and crying about it. Words and phrases will definitely be re-used a lot depending on how recently I discovered them. Sometimes, I'm reading back my fics and feel like that one kid who just learned the word 'apparently.'

22. Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

I can't seem to write fluff :( The prologue of Slither and Writhe was my attempt at a cutesy one-shot, but it ended up being about a little girl obsessed with necromancy and growing up to be a social pariah, so we can see how well that went. Also Twu Wuv or like a healthy relationship lol. I enjoy writing romance but only when people are fucked up about it. If there's no angst, obsession, and suffering, my heart just isn't in it </3

[evan4ever]

Vegas, baby

Part 8 — part 7 here

Warnings: talk of drugs/addiction/orphan/foster care. Pregnancy. Pregnancy complications, hospital/surgery

a/n: this was kind of a short chapter compared to the others but the next will be longer!

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You had successfully made yourself at home just as Evan had encouraged. You managed to put your clothes away in the dressers your room had, you set up your few pictures and different accessories and collectibles you had. Evan had carried in the few heavy items and set them aside since you had no use for them currently, making sure they were out of your way. He had been really helpful but stepped back to allow you the space you needed to settle yourself in.

You pulled the fitted sheet up over the bed and tucked it in nice before walking to the end, tucking those two in as well. The bed had sheets in when you arrived, but you had pulled them and washed them wanting them completely clean before sleeping in them, not that you didn’t believe Evan was clean and probably washed them, but overall feeling better sleeping in newly washed sheets.

After tucking in the bottom corners, you made your way around the the other side only needing to tuck the last corner in. As soon as you grabbed the sheet and bent over to tuck it, you were struck with a shooting pain throughout your abdomen and into your back, radiating down your legs. You quickly sucked in a sharp breath, grasping your large bump tightly and standing bent over waiting for the pain to ease. It took a few minutes, but soon you felt the muscles relax and the pain diminish. It was a new pain, not the usual cramps you seem to get at night or after walking long distances. It concerned you for sure, but thinking to yourself, you decided to brush it off as maybe a pinched nerve or some other weird pregnancy pain all women get.

You quickly finished tucking in the sheets tightly before throwing the comforter on and straightening it out, tucking the bottom tightly and laying it neatly over the bed. You tossed the pillows on top and sighed proudly to yourself as you looked over your work. You were rather peculiar about your sheets and blankets — everything had to be tucked tightly and straightened perfectly. The comforter had to be tucked so your feet felt safe and secure underneath. You always made your bed in the morning ultimately feeling like the simple task made your day better. It felt responsible and put together.

You hadn’t seen Evan since the day before when you arrived, sharing his first time feeling your guys baby and the small moment you both had. You had ended up crashing on the sofa, again feeling the need to clean your sheets before being a huge thing for you, and then getting up and unpacking your belongings the next morning while he, you assumed, was working.

It was early afternoon, about 2 pm, and you were finally pleased with your room and figured you’d make yourself a late lunch. Unsure where Evan was and not wanting to disturb him, you were quiet in making your way to the large kitchen where you had found some rotisserie chicken on the stove, still warm, and decided it would do the job. You washed your hands and dried them before pulling a few good chunks of meat from the bones and placing them on a plate, moving over to the island chairs and seating yourself before diving in.

You took the time to analyze everything in the area, looking over the beautiful wooded trim and scanning over the large windows that shared a beautiful view of the sunny day. You still hadn’t completely grasped the fact that you were in LA, that this was your new home. This weather wasn’t like that in your hometown. The palm trees would instead be pine trees and the cloudless sunny sky would instead be a sky full of clouds hiding the sun that would bring multiple small episodes of rain. It was usually chilly, almost always jacket weather. Here, jackets were nonexistent it seemed. To think that you could go dive into a pool at 2 in the morning and it would still be hot out was mind blowing. But it was new and it was exciting.

“Hey” a sudden voice snapped you out of your gaze causing you to drop the piece of meat that was between your fingers, your eyes quickly turning to who had just greeted you. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” Evan apologized seeing your surprised reaction. You blinked a few times before shaking your head, letting out an awkward laugh.

“No you’re… you’re fine. Sorry. I’m not used to living with anyone so, I forget I’m not alone sometimes.” You admitted, picking up the piece of meat you previously were working on and popping it into your mouth.

“Yeah no.. that’s understandable.” He nodded, opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water out before peaking back at you. “Would you like one?”

You glanced up at him seeing the bottle of water and nodded, smiling appreciatively when he handed you one before grabbing himself one and making his way over to the island where you were sat, leaning against it. “Thank you” you said quietly before taking a drink.

“Yeah, sure thing.” He gave you a tight lipped smile and quick nod. The room immediately filled up with silence, neither of you really knowing what to say or talk about. Your mind raced with questions you could ask or statements you could make, anything to fill the awkwardness.

“This is a really beautiful home.” You finally spoke, looking around the room again like you hadn’t just done it three times before. He looked over the area and sighed.

“Yeah, thank you. It’s definitely something” he chuckled. You looked at him with slightly furrowed brows as his words weren’t what you were expecting. “It’s big, you know? It can get lonely sometimes.” He admitted and you completely understood what he meant. “I definitely like the thought of having someone here. It’s comforting, I suppose.”

“I agree. I’ve grown so used to being alone that it’s just weird thinking about not being alone.” You laughed lightly along with him, finally feeling the awkward tension disappearing. “It’ll be nice having someone around.”

“Honestly.” He agreed. “Have you always lived alone?” He then asked, now looking at you with curious eyes. You immediately realized he was trying to get to know you, wanting to understand you and your past.

You swallowed hard as your mind fumbled with what you could say that didn’t seem so depressing or concerning. “I mean.. yeah I guess. I mean… I lived in, you know, I’m and out of different foster parents homes for awhile.” You cleared your throat still trying to find the right words and feeling your cheeks heat up at your honesty. “But when I turned 18, I managed to… save up enough and got an apartment. I’ve been alone since. I have my best friend, Shayla, the one you heard in the video.. she visits often. And a few other friends. But it’s usually just me.” You pressed your lips together tightly, your eyes struggling to meet his in fear of judgment.

“So you were..”

“An orphan.” You finished for him, nodding. You noticed his face drop slightly and really, you didn’t want to be talking about this with anyone but, he brought you into his home so the least you could do was let him get to know you. And who knows, maybe talking about these things was really as good as they all say. You’ve never shared your life story with anyone. But you couldn’t deny that it simply felt right sharing it with him.

“I’m so sorry.” His eyebrows pushed together tightly, his face sharing sympathy towards you. “How old were you?”

“6.” You gave him a small smile even when his face dropped more. “Drugs.” You nodded, deciding you might as well be blunt. “They do that to ya.”

“I can’t even imagine your pain.” He noted quietly. You appreciated his sympathy, it was just so weird talking about it. “Do you remember much?”

“Not really. Not when it comes to my parents. I remember a lot of yelling and a lot of terrible smells. I remember being embarrassed like… all the time.” You chuckled before popping another piece of tender chicken in your mouth.

Evan’s face was unreadable at you words and you quickly readjusted your stance worried you were making him uncomfortable. “Sorry.. I don’t mean to be so uncaring over it. It’s just my thing, I guess. Like, it happened, you know? You live and you learn what not to do. I try not to dwell. We really don’t have to talk about it if it makes you feel uncomfortable-“

“Not at all.” He interrupted, reaching out and placing his hand over yours. Your eyes scanned over the contact, feeling the warmth spread through your entire body from it before looking up to meet his kind eyes. “I think talking about it is great. You can always talk about it with me.”

You only gazed into his honest eyes at a loss of words. It wasn’t something you were used to, no one ever seemed too interested in talking about pasts with you. And you loved being deep, talking about all the uncomfortable things in the world. You just never had anyone to talk about them with.

“I’m not familiar with addiction through my family, but you see it a lot in the industry I’m in. So I know enough to know how hard it must be on a child.” He gave your hand a small squeeze, only able to smile weakly at his words. It’s true. Addiction is awful, and having lived through it with parents who were addicts, you firmly believed it was one of the most selfish things you could get yourself into. It’s painful and unfair.

“I try to give them grace, you know? I don’t think any parent, any person, wants to be an addict. It’s just hard to see where they come from when addiction is what took them away from me and put me in countless homes that were never actually homes.” He nodded at your words, acknowledging your feelings. Your chest felt heavy at the emotions that were coming to surface that almost never managed to before.

You quickly shook your head, retrieving your hand from under his to wipe the stray tear that escaped. You choked out a laugh and stood from your seat, grabbing ahold of the plate. “Yeah sorry for all that really I’m not sure why I had to dove in like that I don’t usually talk about it wi-“

You cokes in a gasp as another sharp pain radiates throughout your waist down causing you to hunch forward and drop the plate, your arm wrapping around your bump again tightly while the other quickly gripped the counter for stability so you wouldn’t fall. This time the pain was much worse and was lasting longer, you couldn’t even focus on your surrounding, only on what was happening and trying not to fall. You didn’t even feel Evans hands that were on your shoulders as he stood next to your confused and worried.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening are you in pain? What is it?” You heard him ask, his voice sounding like a train horn from off in the distance. Your mind was racing knowing something was wrong but you weren’t sure what, and all you knew was it hurt and it wasn’t ending.

“I don’t know..” you squeaked out as more sharp pain radiates into your back. “It happened earlier.. but it’s not going away” tears began looking in your eyes having never felt such a pain like this.

“We should get you to the hospital?” He said in more of a question than a statement. He didn’t understand how pregnancy worked and he didn’t want to be naive. “Let me take you, please.”

You finally managed to look at him through blurred tear-filled eyes, his face pleading for you to accept his request. You could only manage to nod in approval knowing at this point with only a few days until you were due that this shouldn’t happen.

Was it labor? Were you in labor? This didn’t seem right. Everything about labor pains you’ve read stated that it was a dull kind of pain that grew worse in time. This was sudden and it was excruciating. But, maybe?

Evan quickly wrapped one of your arms over his shoulders, wrapping his arm around you so he could practically carry you to his car. He helped you in and helped you buckle all while you clutched your stomach tightly desperate for some kind of relief but receiving none. You rested your head against the headrest while he made his way into the drivers seat and wasted no time in backing out and making a straight shot to the hospital.

You quickly grew worried that you were being an inconvenience, as if it were your fault. That on top of the worry you felt, you couldn’t help but begin crying.

“Hey.. hey it’s okay. Everything will be fine.” You heard him attempt to reassure you, but instead of thanking him you began to laugh through your sobs. He glanced over at you with a concerned expression, wondering what was happening.

“I’m .. im sorry. It’s not funny! Really. I’m just… I’m sorry? I feel like I need to say sorry.” You stuttered out through uncontrolled laughs, something you did when you were nervous. “It’s not funny, I swear.”

“Why are you apologizing? Please don’t apologize for being in pain, y/n.” His voice was serious now and you looked over to him and shrugged.

“What if it’s nothing?”

“Then it’s nothing and we can go home knowing we were careful.” He reassured again. It made sense. It was something else you’d read on all those pregnancy tip sites and Tik Toks — it never hurts to double check if something is wrong. It’s better to be safe than sorry.

He glanced over at you meeting your eyes with his that held sincerity. He quickly took in your tear stained cheeks and it pulled at his heart a bit to know that in a time of your pain, you were so worried about being an inconvenience to him. It hurt him that something or someone had made you feel like this. He could tell you were in a great amount of pain and it only made him want to drive faster, not to mention the worry he felt that something could be wrong with the baby.

This was a new worry that neither of you felt before.

No other words were exchanged, but Evan found your hand and held it tightly the rest of the drive to the hospital, giving you reassuring and comforting squeezes here and there. You only took the rest of the time to focus on your breathing in hopes that it would do something, anything, for the pain.

Doctors were quick to admitting you when you arrived and Evan told them what was happening. With their urgency, you realized it was in fact something you should’ve taken seriously and you were grateful Evan did. If you’d been alone, you probably would’ve waved it off as something minor.

Though no one was telling you anything. They connected you and your stomach to multiple monitors and within minutes you were given an IV and taken away from Evan who was directed to the waiting room while you were wheeled back to an unknown nurse and doctor filled room.

You looked around worriedly, your eyes scanning over the multiple people and the things they were doing. It was obvious that they were getting ready to operate, your head finally realizing you were in an operating room.

“What’s going on? Can someone please talk to me?” You begged as people circled around you and different fluids were put into your IV bag. No one seemed to hear you, no one acknowledging you anyway and it only made you angry. “Hello?! Please can someone tell me what is happening?”

A doctor finally sat next to you so he was eye level with you while the rest of the medical team continued readying themselves for whatever it was they were about to do. You looked at the man desperately for answers and his facial expression held that of empathy, maybe even a tint of sorrow. “Is my baby okay?” You whispered out now feeling like something was really, really wrong.

“Miss y/l/n, you are suffering from what is called a placental abruption. We are prepping for an emergency c section. We have to remove your baby as soon as possible.” Your eyebrows narrowed deeply as his words repeated through your mind. You had read about this as well. But it’s not something you thought would actually happen. He was kind and careful with you, but your heart was beating so fast you felt like it would give out at any moment.

“Is he going to survive?”

“Your placenta has abrupt and it’s compromising your baby’s life. We have to take him now to ensure that he will. But he is very close to his due date, so everything should be fine. It’s very possible that there could be internal bleeding. My nurse here is going to put you under so we can move forward with the surgery. You’ll be taken to a post op room after and we will go from there okay?” You shook your head not feeling satisfied with the answer, not ready ti go under yet.

“My… my.. my baby’s dad. He’s out there you need to tell him what’s going on, please?”

“We will update him as soon as we can. I need you to breathe deep when I place this over you okay?” You looked up to meet a nurses eyes as she held the gas mask above your nose and mouth. You wanted to say more, but wasn’t given the chance when it was placed onto your face and you had no choice but to breathe in the gas. Your eyes continued flickering over the chaos that was happening around you while your thoughts filled with all the negative outcome possibilities. Your eyes got heavier by the second and you tried to fight it, but of no use.

Your eyelids began closing and opening just enough to see the blurred pictures of moving bodies and your ears were filled with the loud voices around you, but no longer able to comprehend what was being said or going on. Your last thought — what if you don’t wake up?

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[silkeared]

hey , isn’t that JASPER FINCH ? i’ve heard that they’ve lived in bearhold for  FIFTEEN YEARS . rumor has it that they can be rather NERVOUS and SELF-DESTRUCTIVE , but hey , that’s just in their nature as a WEREWOLF . they totally make up for it by being LOYAL and ENTHUSIASTIC . if you’re looking for them , you can probably find them at their work as an ASSISTANT LIBRARIAN  at GREAT BEAR LIBRARY .

full name ⸻ JASPER JOSEPH FINCH . nickname(s) ⸻ JAS, LITTLE BIRD . age ⸻ TWENTY FIVE . gender identity ⸻ DEMI MAN . orientation ⸻ GAY . pronouns ⸻ THEY/HE . hometown ⸻ MANCHESTER, ENGLAND . current occupation ⸻ ASSISTANT LIBRARIAN . species ⸻ WEREWOLF . faceclaim ⸻ JACK WOLFE . influences ⸻ ORPHEUS ( hadestown ) , GEORGE SANDS ( being human ) , PONYBOY ( the outsiders ) .

jasper has always been cursed with violence. his father, an alpha from a small pack in manchester, england, sired four children, and the youngest—and only boy—couldn’t have been more of a disappointment. they were born a human and turned the moment they were old enough to be weaned, against their will and forcefully behind his mother's back. his father had always dreamed of his own pack and, finally, that was exactly what he had. jasper's savagery was underdeveloped because of the change, the beast forced upon him rather than innate, a cavernous part of his being that had never bloomed. an intelligent strain of the pack, the finch boy was kept close by, although he was judged with side glances barbed words. something wrong. something to be ashamed of.

and so, he merely survived. jasper watched his siblings grow up, kill early, evolve into their full forms. all three of his sisters survived and knew exactly what to do—family secrets were shared between them when the moon was round, and full, and bright, and the other finch’s would return to the family home disheveled and broken, but alive. the blood of an animal thrummed through his veins with every passing lunar cycle. so long as he protected himself, if he stayed out of danger and remained on the periphery of the pack, he could remain safe. perhaps become an author. perhaps become somebody that wasn’t tied to long nights in the forests chasing a rotisserie chicken around a tree. jasper was the one to neatly fold clothes and hide them in the undergrowth for his family to retrieve when they came to their senses in the early hours.

his father was quite the expert in making jasper feel as though he was worthless. throughout his wife’s fourth pregnancy, a human who had been brought into this world by mistakenly loving a beast, he had hoped for a son to carry on those strong family genes. in the end, it was his daughters that had been born into brutality. instead, jasper was more comfortable with his nose buried in books of the mundane, of sprawling narratives that featured humans doing human things. there was something beautiful about the normal, once he had come to terms with never being able to experience such a thing. his hazel eyes would watch people going about their daily lives—grocery shopping, booking appointments, riding buses—and there would be a churning, sprouting seed of jealousy twirling in his stomach like something rotting. if only he didn’t smell dying animals from three blocks away. if only he could enjoy the moonlight without a sickly sense of guilt.

when maren finch killed her schoolteacher on an early full moon, the family were forced to pick up their life and move elsewhere, somewhere they weren’t known. they had heard the monsters in bearhold looked after and cared for their own; his father decided that it was somewhere they would be safe. the idea of leaving jasper behind to pursue normality was discussed; norma finch was distraught at the idea of abandoning her darling son, and so the four finch children and their parents upped and moved across the world to the supernatural-steeped town in the hills.

so far, he has managed to avoid bloodshed. instead he prepares the wolves for the cycles of the moon and uses the scraps of humanity that he still clings to in order to better the pack. there is a part of him that feels as though he is a spare part, something that is long overdue a severing. resumés stuffed through letterboxes secured him a position at the local library as an assistant where, in lulls of customers, he is able to enjoy books on the beauty of love, the little humdrum details that he would never know. jasper clings to those foreign familiarities, the stories of enjoying the mellowness of flowers instead of a stinging, oppressive stench of pollen that burned his nose in tiny thorns. heightened sensation brings heightened sadness, heightened loss, heightened ache.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

20 Questions for Writers

I was tagged by the lovely @maggiemayhemnj - thank you!!

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

Ten. I was cross-posting everything for a minute there, but I lost steam and now I only post here - except for Aphelion, which I am co-writing with @something-tofightfor. That still gets posted in both places.

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

68,449 - not counting Aphelion. My tumblr word count is... a lot higher.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Right now just Pedro Pascal characters.

4. top five fics by kudos?

Gonna go by notes on tumblr instead because that's where most of my stuff is:

Bes'laar Din Djarin x F!Reader (based on artwork by @stealyourblorbos!)

Survivor Blues Joel Miller x F!Reader

Forever Din Djarin x F!Reader

The Cold Offends Me Oberyn Martell x F!Reader (The Viper & The Wild Thing universe)

Point of No Return Ezra x OFC Clara

5. do you respond to comments?

I try to respond to all comments because I appreciate them SO MUCH MORE than I can accurately convey. I love hearing from people about what they liked or what shocked them or what made them feel things, and I really love the chance to sort of have a micro mini chat about it in the comments. That being said, sometimes I completely check out and miss a whole batch or a whole fic worth of comments goes unresponded to for far too long. And I always feel bad when that happens, which sometimes results in me responding to things WAY after the comments were left, to the point where it wouldn't surprise me if the person has already forgotten the fic/what they wrote... but I haven't forgotten how much it meant to me that they read and commented on my work. So even if it's 6 months to an eternity late, I intend to respond to them all.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It Pours From Your Eyes Joel x Tess

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I feel like most of them have happy endings, but we'll go with A Little Christmas Magic - Frankie x F!Reader as perhaps the fluffiest happy ending.

8. do you get hate on fics?

I have gotten non-fic specific hate directed at my writing before, but that was a few years ago and it hasn't happened since. Which is cool because the fewer people wasting their time and energy on being unnecessarily mean about things - let alone about stories about silly little fictional guys - the better.

9. do you write smut?

I do, but I do not consider it one of my strong suits, and I typically only include it if it fits with the overall story though a few times I have written smut just to be filthy as a challenge... and as a treat.

10. craziest crossover?

I've been slowly spinning a True Detective x Tim Rockford crossover like a rotisserie chicken for months but I've only managed to jot down a few unconnected snippets thus far. And a title. It's gonna be called (maybe, if I ever actually write it) Flat Circle, Twisted Game.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, but if I did I would be absolutely PISSED. And I can't say I'd be nice about it.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but that would be cool AF.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! I am currently co-writing Aphelion with @something-tofightfor and it is so much FUN.

14. all time favorite ship?

In all honesty it's probably Leslie Knope and Ben Wyatt. I was straight up ready to stop watching Parks and Rec if they didn't end up together.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

lol what kind of passive aggressive, self-doubt feeding question is this? I'd like to finish them all and I try like hell to believe that I will.

16. what are your writing strengths?

I think it's probably describing natural settings? But maybe dialogue. Idk.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Smut. Also keeping the momentum to finish things in a timely fashion, but mostly smut.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I try to only use it when it makes sense or when it benefits the story and not just as like... a novelty or an afterthought.

19. first fandom you wrote in?

Teeeeeeeeeeechnically? Like first one I ever made content for? I guess that would be the Twilight series. But I will not be sharing where to find that here. And if you find out where it is, you take that knowledge to the grave with you, you hear me? DO YOU HEAR ME, FRIENDS?

20. favorite fic you've written?

Even though it's nowhere near done, I love and am so very proud of Survivor Blues. But then again, even though it's a few years old now and I feel like my writing has grown since finishing it, Point of No Return will always have a very big piece of my heart.

Tagging: anyone who sees this and wants to play! Please tag me so I can see your answers!!

[vveissesfleisch]

Hi 👋,

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

Oooouuugggghhhh this is so incredibly difficult to answer! There are MULTIPLE concepts that I am rotating in my brain like sexy rotisserie chickens that I would absolutely love to write/fully flesh out, but don't know if I ever will, and I want to talk about/slaver over ALL OF THEM.

But! I'm choosing my canon-era vampire!John AU for this specific ask, inspired by my enduring love of historical horror & men covered in blood, as well as a recent viewing of the fine quality film Overlord (3000/10 tbh no notes. Okay one note, I do wish it was grosser, but it is very fun - shoutout to my dearest @rosiecroz for opening my third eye to this film).

The concept: John is shot down and lands in Westphalia, and while attempting to evade capture, he comes upon a rogue gang of men who are not quite men, dressed in German uniforms (the result of fringe supernatural Nazi experimentation gone awry, unbeknownst to him). They're emaciated and pale and hungry, and John has no idea what he's looking at, but his blood runs cold. They chase him through desolate woods, and though he tries to outrun them, he is weak and injured, and they catch up. Starved for blood, they pin him down and feed on him (I have some of this scene written for horny homoerotic reasons science), abandoning him only when they believe he is dead. He's not, of course, and he manages to make it to Stalag Luft III, where he finds the love of his life his BFF Gale.

Gale is horrified at the state of him, but John's unable to explain his new affliction, or why he isn't getting better. Gale accidentally discovers that feeding John his blood is the only way to revive his strength. John doesn't want Gale to do this for him, because he hates the idea of hurting Gale to help himself, but when has anyone been able to tell Gale what to do? Plus, they both quickly discover that the feedings allow them a new level of intimacy (hello skin & eye contact), as well as perverse pleasure that neither could have anticipated.

In any case, John comes fully into his vampire power and slaughters/turns all of the guards & liberates the camp, and Gale is speechless in the presence of his powerful, blood-covered boy best friend (he also realizes somewhere along the way that he might be into men, but he can unpack that later). Feeling invincible, John kisses Gale, leading into at least one gratuitous, bloody sex scene before they flee to freedom.

There is so much I want to flesh out and dig into with this after I work through a couple of my current brain-eating plot bunnies, so we'll see if it ends up happening. Regardless, I am always ALWAYS down to talk about vampire!John!

[calamitaswrath]

Honestly though, A Xenoblade really is The Most Character Ever for me specifically, and in the way I feel about them. It's like - I think they're the hottest character in the entire Xenoblade series bar none and I would want to do things to/with them that would make me want to tag this post as nsfw if I were to type them out. I also low-key hate how they look on their official artwork and in-game, because you need to actively force Saito's hand to get him to not design female/feminine characters that do not look like they're pre-teens. I am constantly torn between "I want to be that" and "I want to do the aforementioned things with that". They sent me down a path of self-questioning where the only thing I'm certain of right now is that I'm not a man, and want to be perceived as feminine, if not outright female. I think their outfit is stupid, and even though I want to draw them many, many times in the future, none of the things I have currently planned would use their canonical outfit. If I ever do cosplays, I would want them to be one of them.

In short. I've been rotating them around in my head like a rotisserie chicken for ages now. And I will continue to do so.

[mustardyellowsunshine]

I got clobbered with this story idea on my drive to work this morning.

I was thinking about how nifty it would be if Goshinboku was more than just a symbol of time, but actually had power over the passage of time itself—to reverse it within a controlled space, or move it forward, or even stop it for a period. If it had power like that, Goshinboku could be why InuYasha didn't age for the 50 years he was pinned to the tree—it put him in a time stasis, and maybe Goshinboku even had some connection to InuYasha's mind/dreams during that period.

Then my brain went to: what if Goshinboku grew fond of InuYasha in the 50 years he was pinned to it, and what if as a result Goshinboku is actually the biggest InuKag shipper of us all? And what if one day the tree is just done with InuKag's emotional tug-of-war?

Like, one day Goshinboku brings its mystical quasi-parental power down on their heads ("That's it, you guys are grounded until you figure this out!") and it creates a time barrier around the village. Within the scope of that barrier, whenever InuYasha and Kagome take a wrong turn or mess up in their relationship progress, Goshinboku reverses time—sort of like a Groundhog's Day situation—and lets them try again until they get it right.

Knowing early-series InuKag, you can imagine how many time loops they'd need to go through before getting their act together. 😁

I'm still toying with whether InuKag are aware of the time reversals or if they forget each loop. Both options could make for good comedy, but right now I'm leaning toward them being aware of it. And maybe they're the only ones who are—no one else in the village, including the rest of the gang, remembers what happened in previous time loops.

Anyway, that's the little nugget my brain is currently turning over like a rotisserie chicken.

[asterism-codex]

🦁 ; What is your current big obsession? 

Arcane. It's an honestly really good show and don't let it's connection to League of Legends (and it's community) deter you away from it. It has amazing story telling elements and it's one of those shows that you notice more and more details each time you rewatch it. Admittedly the second season has its flaws but it doesn't make love it any less. And the fact that I got a good third of my family (who are very much "cartoons are dumb and for kids") to watch it and they all agree tells me a lot.

Yesterday was Viktor's birthday but that's neither here or there.

League of Legends rant under cut cuz I answered the question but I want to ramble. Also Arcane spoilers so.

My favorite thing about Arcane and it becoming such a hit with the masses is that a lot of people are finally realizing how good League of Legends lore is. Like INSANELY GOOD. Like for all of you who watched arcane and are wondering just where the spinoff is going to be going, PLEASE LOOK INTO THE LORE.

Every character has their own story (hence they're legends) and every region has a PLETHRA of different elements to them.

There's Demacia, Ionia, Noxus, Targon, Bilgewater, Ixtal, Shurima, Camavor, The Shadow/Blessed Isles.

There's so much, I know, but look at the roster of characters and find one that peaks your interest. And go from there.

Do you hate Singed because out of everything in Arcane, HE was the one that came out WINNING? I'm so sorry but that's only the beginning. Ambessa opened Pandora's box but having him affiliated with Noxus and his crimes are only going to get worse.

And if none of the 100+ characters call out to you, then just go one region at a time, I promise everything branches off into one another.

Start off with Demacia and Noxus, their dichotomy and how they treat their people. The societal struggles that persist underneath Demacia's pristine image and what's continuing it. Noxus has very strong beginnings before the creation of the country (with two of my all time favorite characters, Mordekaiser and Swain) and even after it's creation, the lore and characters is so fucking juicy you might as well call it a rotisserie chicken.

Targon, my favorite region, has the religious conflict between the Solari and the Lunari (high-key its kinda fucked up 💀💀) and one of the most toxic wlw couples in the game. But I personally love the aspects, which are god-LIKE (because there are no real 'gods' in Runeterra, sure Riot) beings that reside at the top of the highest peak of Runeterra, Mt. Targon.

Another one of my beloved characters is named Zoe and she's the aspects of Twilight and she's VAGUE inspiration for Katsuki, my Ultimate Genius. In the way that like you gave incredibly power abilities to kids that really shouldn't have it. And OH MY GOD Zoe be up to some shit she really shouldn't be. Truly be fucking around with everything and everyone that she shouldn't be and she doesn't care because honestly she'd win the fight 💀. Her relationship with Aurelion Sol (THE CREATOR OF THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE) will never not be funny to me man I'm so sorry. We have a sassy cosmic dragon with powers beyond mortal comprehension that can create stars and planets with all of the power in his toe and he constantly getting toyed around by a kid with a good fraction of his power).

If you were to ask me what I think the spin off for Arcane should be, I'd be on bloodied knees begging and pleading for it to be in Ionia and centered around a character named

Jhin.

Truly a man that's so off the fucking rails in the most eloquent way possible like oh my god. And we could get such banger characters along with it if they're going off the comic series where his "brothers" Shen and Zed literally have to put aside their differences to make sure that mf gets put down like ohhh myyy gooood. And then we could possibly see HWEI the tortured, gothic paint mage whose so infatuated with Jhin's "art". Like holy hell I'd pay so much for a season about them.

And we don't even have to focus on Jhin for it to be in Ionia because it could be about the Noxian Invasion which was such a pivotal moment in that region's history that entire factions had to be created in its wake. Plus we'd be seeing Singed again :)

Another region with rich history and is just generally interesting is Shurima (and Icathia in tow). Characters like Azir are so incredibly well written and the Darkin lore is so cool and we have characters like Aatrox, Rhaast and Xolaani (they did her so dirty by not putting her in League I'm so sorry I love Naafiri but it should have been her).

I know I'm being hella vague but I'm going to leave it to yall to look deeper into the characters and lore as a whole. And if you're not into reading, Necrit is a content creator that does amazing summaries on the lore (he has a newer one for the Arcane fans that wanna get into it). But also, if you're looking for characters specific interactions, feel free to check out SkinSpotlight's Legends of Runeterra (their online CCG) which is chalk full of them and you get a lot of lore from it all.