#didn't expect to go down that rabbit hole today

[grimgiggles]

Wow. Wow wow wow. How do we feel about Anora?

How about how does Anora feel? Do you think she knows that her husband's mother the queen, who died in their childhood, was the love of her own father's life? And now as queen the people call her, Anora, by the same nickname that they gave Queen Rowan, the Rose of Ferelden - how does that make her feel? Do you think it affected her relationship with her father? Do you think she understood why?

She had King Cailan wrapped around her finger from the day they met as children. Do you think she loved him the same way? How deep was her grief at his loss?

But she trusted her father implicitly, allowing him to make choices she knew were dubious, and continued to love him staunchly after she was convinced of his being in the wrong. Loghain wasn't only her father, he was her hero. She wouldn't even consider marrying the one who killed him, not even for the sake of the nation. It is not an option. It goes deeper than politics, than duty, than her calling to lead.

And then, if she had to marry again to hold on to her position, how does she feel about that? Does she think it's utter bullshit that she has to hitch herself to a man almost ten years her junior? Who potentially knows even less about statecraft and is more reminiscent of her father-in-law than her dead husband (if it's Alistair), and much less inclined to just give her what she wants, and probably doesn't fully trust her because of his bad blood with her father--

She never produced an heir. She and Cailan had no children. How does she feel about that? How much did it bother her that there was talk of her being unfit to be queen because of that, even though five minutes' conversation with the royal couple was enough to tell anyone which one of them had the mind for statecraft (hint: not Cailan)? Did she want children? Does she wish she had a child or two, someone with a little bit of Cailan and a little bit of Loghain and a little bit of Rowan (Maker help us, a little bit of Maric) in them, to keep those people alive for her?

How did she feel about her whole life being defined by her relationships with the men in her life (or not in her life, in the case of the nonexistent heir)? She was born and raised to rule Ferelden. If, after all is said and done, all pipers paid, all sacrifices made, she is finally able to do so on her own merit and under no influence but her own, how does she feel about that?

We don't know. We get very little of Anora's perspective. Another Dragon Age character that I definitely do not Think Too Much about.

the real acid test for dragon age people is how they feel about anora

[lieutenantfloyd]

Could you do Beau Cyclone Simpson with wife reader where she surprise him with the news of her pregnancy? Just something fluff and cute. Tag me later! Thanks! :))

Speechless | Cyclone x Reader

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and anxiety.

Authors note: This request has been living in my head rent free for over a week and has sent me down a rabbit hole of wholesome baby announcement tiktoks lol

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You and Beau have been together for the better part of a decade, and married for over half of that time. Naturally, you've had plenty of conversations about starting a family throughout your relationship. The conversations confirmed that you were on the same page—"Whatever happens, happens." He'd murmured into the crook of your neck after a bit too much liquor—but always had a dreamy, hypothetical air to them. Even now, looking down at the soft linen onesie, "Hi, Daddy!" board book, and paperwork confirming your upcoming eight-week prenatal appointment, things still didn't feel quite real.

You arrange—and rearrange—the items in the gift basket until your house's silence is interrupted by the sound of the front door closing. You glance at the clock on the bedside table and notice it's only six o'clock in the evening. Typically Beau wouldn't be home this early, but you know that today's doctor's appointment followed by your vague updates afterward had inevitably left him worried.

You'd never known your husband to be a man of grand gestures and even less one to make bold declarations of love. Yet you had learned early on in your relationship that he was a man who shined brightest when in the traditional role of a provider. The fine details—from managing your monthly bills and ensuring that there was a fresh bouquet of flowers on your bedside table each week—was one area that he took serious pride in.

Maybe that's why you didn't argue when he scheduled a doctor's appointment for you in the first place. An appointment you had attended simply to silence the alarm bells going off in the mind of your darling—if not overprotective—husband. Though just as luck would have it, a blood test revealed that what you'd chalked up to be a rather strong bout seasonal allergies was actually the symptoms of your first trimester.

Hearing the clank of his keys against the table downstairs, you take a seat on the bed. Your heart rate picks up as he calls out to you. You tell him you'll be right down as you pull the basket into your lap. With a heavy breath, you give it a final look over before gripping the wooden handles and pacing out of the room.

His back is facing you as you enter the kitchen. He perks up at the sound of your footsteps, but you speak before he has the chance to turn around.

"I have a surprise, but I need you to close your eyes." You say, pushing down the butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach.

 He hums lowly in response, and you move around him once you see his posture shift as his remaining senses go on high alert. Despite the butterflies, you can't help the smile that breaks out on your face as you place the basket on the kitchen island in front of him.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

His blue eyes flicker open and immediately land on you. You give him a soft, reassuring smile and nod downwards. His gaze follows yours, and you watch closely as he takes in what's in front of him. Even after years together, you can't help but melt as a look of graceful concentration floods his handsome features.

As expected, he bypasses the other items in favor of examining the paperwork. Your heart hammers in your chest as his eyes scan the page. The look on his face shifts into one of loving softness as everything clicks into place in his head.

"You're-"

"-pregnant."

The word barely leaves your mouth before he drops the papers and pulls you into his arms. His strong hands run over the small of your back as he places a kiss atop your head. You stay like this—sheltered in each other's embrace—for several beats. Eventually, he pulls away, though only far enough for you to adjust and see the smile blooming on his face. One of his hands departs your back, only to find purchase against your cheek. Another beat passes before he shakes his head as if in disbelief.

"I don't know what to say..." he voices softly.

"Are you happy?"

"I'm over the moon." He smiles.

Your heart screams at you to kiss him, only for him to be faster. Your lips meet gently, though not an ounce of passion is missing from the kiss. Whatever fear and anxiety that you had still been holding onto vanished in an instant. He pulls away and leans down to place a peck against your shoulder, which he does only when falling deep into thought. You raise a hand and run your fingers through his short cropped hair before inquiring about what’s on his mind.

"A to-do list, along with a list of potential nursery paint colors."

His words make your heart swell, but you can’t pass up the opportunity to press his buttons just a little.

"Can we at least make it through our first official doctor's visit before you start drafting schematics?"

"Preparation is the key to success." He states matter-of-factly, only to earn a sarcastic eye roll from you.

"Hey,” he says while poking at your side, “you knew exactly who I was when you married me."

“Isn’t hindsight is 20/20?” You respond playfully.

A crease forms between his eyebrows as he feigns offense, though it’s only seconds before he joins you in laughter. Watching your face light up, he shakes his head softly before capturing your lips for another kiss.

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[loupy-mongoose]

~It's time to try the

Alolan roller

coaster

ride~

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(Once again, the missing wedding ring is on purpose. It's left at home to keep it safe.)

I got the in-game Randy one year ago today. He's the last of the main three I received in-game, but was the first one to have a solid character concept. It's fascinating to look back at that time and see how much less there was to him and his family at the time...

One day at work, the song "Hawaiian Rollercoaster Ride" came on, and it led to me imagining Randy surfing. Which led down a rabbit hole of realizations, and lo-and-behold, Randy's a surfer now! :3

I almost didn't go through with it, as I myself am--or was--incredibly uneducated in all things surfing, and feared that I would get surfing related questions. But I brought it to Discord, and as tends to happen, the idea was encouraged.

I still consider myself to be pretty low in surfing knowledge, so don't expect deep answers, if any, should I be asked. But it just makes so much sense to me that Randy would be a surfer, and I've learned quite a bit in pursuing this idea. ^w^

I also came to learn something about Randy through this surfing thing as well.

You'd think Momo takes way more after her mom than her dad, but I realized Momo and Randy do have something in common; They're both thrill-seekers. Now, since becoming a Mew, Randy has buried his thrill-seekerness under his anxiety. But it's there, and when he lets go of his fear, he really lets go.

I've mentioned in the past that Momo is sensory-seeking. Randy isn't necessarily sensory-seeking, but he has a high pain tolerance that Momo may have inherited.

And of course while studying surfing images, I had to do a rendition of The Shot.

~Flyin' by on the Alolan rollercoaster ride~

Happy birthday, Randy! <3

[strwbmei]

summary: fucking march's fever out of her

contains: soft sex, friends to lovers at the end, fingering (character receiving), arguably dubcon since march is sick, sort of porn with plot?, virgin march, not proofread, maybe ooc

pairing(s): march 7th x gn!reader

a/n: i need to spoil her and take care of her and eat her out. thank you

"Cute girls can't get sick!"

Or so, were March's last words before diving straight onto the freezing snow of Belobog and proceeding to make snow angels. It had been a long time since the Express had the time to visit Jarilo VI, and while you understood her excitement, her decisions, as expected, did not end well for either of you.

A few days later, March is still sick and you're taking care of her while the other Nameless enjoy their visit to Belobog. "[Name]..." She called out to you with a whiny voice, her lips put into a pout. "Don't you think it's fine for me to go down to Belobog now? Look, I'm basically fully healed!" She sat up from her bed, doing air punches as if that would prove that her fever was gone.

"Pfft..." You snorted. "What are you even doing? And no, I'm not letting you go anywhere until your temperature is back to normal." You say sternly, sitting down next to her. "I'm sorry, March. I know you were really looking forward to visiting Belobog again, but your health comes first."

She slumps in defeat as she lays back down on her side, her back turned to you. "Fine... I enjoy spending time with you like this more, anyway." She mumbled, but due to how quiet her voice was, you only heard the first part. "Sorry, what was that?"

"Nothing." March sighs, turning to face you with her rabbit stuffy clutched in her hands. "Hey, uh... I'm sorry you have to stay behind with me. I really wanted to show you my favorite spots in Belobog."

You tilt your head, resting the back of your hand on her forehead to feel her temperature. "You sure you're alright? You're being way too nice today." You tease. She pouts, playfully swatting your hand away. "Hey! And here I was trying to be considerate..."

You chuckle at her reaction. "Y'know, you're surprisingly pretty cute when you're sick."

"Well, for your information, I'm perfectly cute even when I'm not sick!" She retorts.

"Yeah, yeah."

In all seriousness, taking care of her wasn't an inconvenience to you in the slightest. She was surprisingly cooperative, and you'd be lying if you said that you didn't enjoy how much more clingy and affectionate she is when she's sick. After all, you've had feelings for her for quite a while now... Her bubbly personality and her admittedly cute looks just seemed to draw you in more and more each day.

March speaks up after a few seconds of silence. "Can I ask you for a favor, [Name]?"

"What is it?" You tilt your head in curiosity.

"Can you... cuddle with me?"

"Hm." You raised an eyebrow. Honestly, you expected something more serious. Cuddling was almost routine to the two of you whenever you hung out, especially during sleepovers when March would cling to you in her sleep like you were a pillow. You never minded. In fact, you've grown to like it.

Not once did she ask first, though. "Why?" You ask with a grin, ready to play it off as a joke. You're not sure what you were expecting, since it was a stupid question in the first place. Cuddling wasn't out of the norm for you two, and you wouldn't be surprised if she was the type to find comfort in snuggling with somebody whenever she was sick.

"Because I miss your touch..." She says in a voice barely above a whisper, yet one that you could hear in her now silent room where it felt like nothing else mattered other than the two of you. "Oh." You gulp, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks as soon as she says those words.

Meanwhile, March wants to dig herself into a hole and die. She wasn't supposed to say that out loud, and you were much less supposed to blush! She's surprisingly oblivious for someone so observant when it comes to you, so she never even considered the possibility that you might return her feelings...

However, you best believe she'll be putting out all of the stops if there is a chance that you do, in fact, like her back.

"You don't want to? Fine..." She pouts, and your train of thought is broken once she looks up at you with those eyes that you've always loved, oh so needily... "No- no, I mean, yeah, I'd... love to cuddle with you." You splurt out, stumbling all over your words.

Which is how you ended up in this situation: her body pressed up against yours in a way that isn't appropriate for friends. She might be sick, sure, but she's almost fully healed and there's no way she'd be doing this unintentionally... right?

After a few seconds of contemplation, you decide to speak up. "We shouldn't be doing this, March." You say, your voice soft and barely loud enough for her to hear. "Mm..." She pays no heed to your words, instead opting to wrap her arms around you even tighter if that were even possible.

You gulp. She understands what you mean, right? Maybe you're just reading too much into her actions? Your mouth moves faster than your brain can, and you speak without realizing it. "You're driving me insane."

"...If I'm such a bad influence, maybe you should put me in my place."

She whispers with an almost seductive tone that you've never heard her use before, and you have to take a second to process if you really heard her say that. She knows what she's doing. Has she always been this bold, or is this how she usually gets with everyone every time she's sick? God, you hope that it's just with you.

You roll over to position yourself on top of her, your arms now on either side of her head as the mattress dips under the two of you. "Are you sure that you want this?" She giggles at your question, wrapping her arms around the back of your neck and pulling you into a soft, yet hungry kiss as if she'd been ready for this her whole life.

"Be gentle, okay?" She smiles once she finally pulls away, the room devoid of any other sound other than your heavy breathing and a silence that spoke volumes of the unresolved feelings you had for each other. "Just let me take care of you." You mutter as you leave a trail of soft kisses along her jaw and collarbones, your hand reaching out for the waistband of her pink pajamas. "May I?"

She nods in response, turning her head to the side in an attempt to hide her reddened cheeks. "Pfft... You really are adorable." You mumble to yourself as you pull her pants along with her panties down to her knees. Your fingers find themselves teasing her entrance, rubbing slow circles over her clit and occasionally collecting her slick.

"Mmpfh... I'm fine, [Name]. You can put it in now." As if sensing your worries that you were trying hard not to show, she spoke up. Although you've imagined this scenario multiple times before, you can't help but feel nervous. You want to make sure that her first time is as soft and as pleasurable as it can be.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay? Just relax." You say softly, carefully curling your index finger into her cunt and giving her a few seconds to adjust before pumping in and out at a slow pace. The small moans and whimpers she lets out are even better than you'd imagined. "A-ah... That feels good..."

As if on instinct, her hand reaches out for your free one; an act much too intimate for friends, but you indulge her nonetheless. Besides, the two of you have long since done things that most people would deem past the border of a platonic relationship. When did the line between friends and lovers start to blur?

"I've got you, pretty girl. I'm not going anywhere." You coo at her, the gentleness of your voice much in contrast to the quickening pace of your fingers.

Her eyes are fluttered shut. Her hair is sticking to her forehead. Her mouth is ever so slightly parted in an "o" shape. Truly, she is beautiful in every sense of the word. Beautiful like this; beautiful always. "Do you think you can take another finger, March?"

She nods almost too eagerly at your question. You slow down, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as you slowly insert a second finger and stretch her out even more. "That's it. You're doing so good, taking me so well..."

After a while, she starts grinding on your fingers, and you take that as a sign to go faster and give her more. The second you start rubbing and pressing down on her clit, she can feel herself nearing her orgasm. She looks up at you with doe eyes and squeezes your hand, and that's all it takes for the feelings you've been repressing all this time to break loose.

"I love you."

Before you can process what you said amid the sea of emotions you're feeling and apologize, she pulls you in for a kiss. Unlike before, this kiss is more tender and warm than lustful, as if she was trying to say that she loved you too. As if she had been waiting for you to say those words her whole life.

You swallow her moans and whimpers as she comes undone around your fingers, finally pulling away after what feels like an eternity. You wish that kiss would last an eternity. Hell, if it were up to you, that moment wouldn't end even after the seas had dried and there were no stars left in the vast skies that she loved so much.

Heavily breathing, you collapse beside her. "Uhm," You break the silence, albeit a little hesitantly. "I'm going to get you some water, and help wash you up if that's fine?" You're far too ashamed to look her in the eye after what you said.

She embraces you in her arms, and it's the safest you've felt your whole life. "Just a little bit more..." She nuzzles her head into your neck, inhaling your scent and holding you just a bit closer.

"I love you too, you big dummy."

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[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is suitor!

(773 words.)

Sirius stares at his own reflection in the mirror, wishing, for once, that he could switch his emotions off like the rest of his family. He doesn't really want to look at himself in his dress robes. It just reminds him of what he's about to do, the life laid out in front of him, which he really doesn't want to think about. Every time he remembers the suitor at the end of the aisle, the marriage his parents have decided he needs, their desperation to 'fix him', he feels nauseous.

That thought just sends him down a rabbit hole, the ghost of a memory of amber eyes, a slightly crooked smile, and an embrace that felt like home being all he has left. Well, that and the knowledge that the only man he's ever loved probably hates him. Sometimes he wonders what his life could have been if he'd just... run. Gotten away from the hellish life that the Black family have left him with.

"Sirius." Regulus' voice drags him out of his thoughts, turning to face his little brother.

"Oh. Hi." He doesn't mean for his voice to sound so... hollow, so dejected. Still, he does his best to offer Regulus a smile. "How come you're not in your seat? We're starting soon. Mum'll flip her shit."

He expected Regulus to roll his eyes, maybe smile slightly if he's in a decent mood, but his expression doesn't falter. There's a slight furrow in his brow, the only sign that he's concerned.

"Sirius, you can't do this," He says slowly, stepping inside the small room and shutting the door behind him. The words stun Sirius, freezing him for a moment.

"What? Reggie, what d'you mean-"

"You're not getting married today. You shouldn't," He insists, which does nothing but confuse Sirius.

"Reg, I don't really think I have a choice, here. Where's this coming from?"

"...I ran into Remus." The admission sends Sirius' heart into overdrive, a wave of dizziness hitting him. It's like someone has stolen the breath from his lungs, memories attacking him from every angle.

"What?" The word comes out slightly breathless, shock overwhelming him.

"He asked about you. He loves you, Sirius, it was obvious."

"But I- I abandoned-"

"No, you didn't, and he knows you didn't. He was just happy to hear that you were alive. Sirius, you can't keep living like this. We both know it."

Realistically, Sirius knows this. He knows that he won't be able to take it much longer in his family, but he's been able to shove it to the back of his mind. He made it his goal to distract his family from Regulus, and it's been enough to keep him going.

Hearing his little brother telling him he's making a mistake makes everything feel much more real.

"Reg, what are you saying?" He asks carefully.

"I'm saying you need to leave. Today. Now, if you can." Just as Sirius opens his mouth to ask where the fuck he would go, Regulus stops him. "Here," He pulls a scrap of parchment out of the pocket of his dress robes, surging forward and shoving it into Sirius' hand. "James and Remus' addresses are both on here, I got them off Remus. He should know you're coming. You need to go."

"Reggie, I can't-"

"Yes, you can! You have to!" His tone leaves minimal room for argument, but Regulus isn't even going to let him try. "I know why you've stayed as long as you have, and you're a bloody idiot for it. I'll be okay, Sirius."

"Then you can leave with me," He says desperately, reaching out to grasp his brother's hand. Regulus just shakes his head.

"I can't. One of us needs to stay here, and it sure to fuck isn't going to be you. Just... go and find Remus, okay? Please."

Sirius meets his brother's eyes, startled to find that his face is softened, almost pleading with Sirius. He's giving Sirius a way out. One that he's not going to find again, and he's not taking no for an answer.

Remus' face comes full force back to the front of his mind. Vaguely, he wonders if he looks the same. If he's gotten any new scars, if he would still look at Sirius in that same way that made him weak at the knees, that he conjures when he can't sleep, when he needs comfort.

"Go, Sirius. You deserve to be happy," Regulus' voice urges him. It's the one that cracks his resolve. The desperation in his brother's voice is breaking him.

He needs to go.

Remus is waiting for him.

[tinydefector]

The Rung transfluid headcanon 😵‍💫 I already drink those daily 🤭

Could I offer up Sunder as being the new Monster Ultra flavor: Fantasy Ruby Red?

Oh the amount of headcannons I have over the transfluid atm is insane. I'm working on a Swerve fic for it atm. I wasn't actually expecting ,y silly shit post to get so much traction over the bots XD

So where I am in Australia energy drinks are limited in what you can find and today I'm in one of the cities so gonna see what lovelies I can find.

I had to go look up that monster and kinda went down a rabbit hole for Sunder and Rung

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Firstly. Rung

The first time Rung gets oral from you, it's just to blow off steam after a day, which just didn't turn out well. Man gets put through the ringer a lot with watching everyone else's mental health that sometimes he forgets to look after himself.

He's lent back in his chair venting softly one servo on the back of your head optics half lidded as he just watches, after all you had offered to help with stress relief after hearing a rumour from another human on board.

Rung is extremely high strung, so when your lips and fingers rotate between teasing his spike and pressing your face into his valve, he begins to figure something up.

It's only once he overloads and he's there optics closed debating getting up to clean up that he can still feel you eagerly cleaning up the mess.

And he just gets fixated on watching as you lick up his spike, transfluid covering your tongue and lips

He thinks its a one time thing until two days later he has you back between his thighs working him up for another overload and when he pulls you away because he doesn't want to make a mess and the protest you put up. Begging to taste him again

It is eventually a subject he takes to not just the medics but also the scientist, quite worried about the effects of it since Transfluid is. A by product of Energon. He learns that.

___

-no it isn't harmful to humans the same way energon is.

- aslong as you can limit your human on how much they consume as it can eventually give them energy sickness if they have to much 5-6 litres in a 24 time stamp

-the human body needs time to flush it out. Because it works very much the same as energy drinks if you have to much it can stop your heart or give you cardiac problems

-it's quite additive and companionable to human caffeinated drinks, and when the bots realise that there us a full meeting about the effects.

- energon seems to get converted into a very similar thing to taurine which is an amino acid containing sulphur but alot of the minerals and nutrients that Cybertronians live off from their treats, food sources and energon what adds in all the other things.

-Perceptor and ratchet discovered that Transfluid is better for human consumption than energy drinks not by a lot but more the fact you can consume more of it with less problems.

- and each bot seemed to have different 'flavours' and it becomes a full thing of asking their partner what they taste like. And eventually the 'flavour mods'

________________

And on the Case of Sunder I present to you these monsters as an offering as well.

So we have

Sunder : rehab strawberry lemonade/Ultra ruby red

Overload : rehab recovery watermelon

Senator shockwave: rehab green tea

Elita one: rehab pink lemonade

Chromia: rehab protean

Wheejack: rehab tea + lemonade

Wings : rehab gojo tea

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[kyufessions]

target run

synopsis: shopping with chenle can be exhausting, especially for your first apartment together

genre: fluff + angst with a happy ending

word count: 1.2k

pairings: non-idol, boyfriend! chenle x g.n. reader

a/n: falling down the chenle rabbit hole lately. sigh.

general taglist: @jwnghyuns • @eaudenana • @soobin-chois

One hour in and you were already growing a bit irritated with your boyfriend. Although you loved shopping, shopping with chenle was nearly impossible at times. When it came to where to shop, chenle liked more expensive stores while you like stores like target, ikea, places where everyone automatically thinks of when shopping for clothes or even furniture. Chenle prefers the luxury stores that are long out of the way; normally you would agree to go out of curiosity since you didn't grow up around that type of lifestyle, but today you insisted on taking him to target. And you were already regretting it. Sure, shopping for your first apartment together wasn't going to be easy but oh my gosh you didn't expect so much back and forth.

“How about this desk? I think it’d be great for the at-home office.” you suggested, eyeing a wooden desk with bottom drawers on each side that could fit a bunch of files from both of your jobs. Squatting down, you point out the bottom drawers and how wide the surface seems to be. “I think it could fit under the windowsill perfectly, too. And there seems to be a lot of space-”

“No, not enough space.” he says, not even giving it a glance. His eyes stayed glued to his phone as he scrolled doing whatever he was doing, eyes focused on his screen. “How about this one? It has drawer space on the top and is a two tiered one- each of us can have our own tier on the desk.”

Standing up with a sigh, you peak over his shoulder and look at the expensive desk. It was cherry wood and even though it was really nice, it was also really expensive- almost one thousand for it. “It's nice but-”

“Then let's buy it instead of this thing.” he starts pointing to the desk you were just referencing. “Or any of these,” his fingers starting pointing to each of the desks that target had to offer.

You just rolled your eyes and looked at the other desks, making a mental note of your favorite ones before moving onto the next aisle.

Hour two and Chenle was following behind you, continuing to scroll on his phone and finding bookshelves online he preferred and were more expensive. It's not that chenle liked buying expensive things just because he could, he just thought more expensive = better quality; he's stuck by that all his life.

“Babe, what about this one?” chenle asks, turning his phone to face you.

You turned to look at him with hope, thinking he had found a shelf he actually liked in this store. When you were met with his phone inches from your face, you just groaned and started walking away as you spoke, “you’re unbelieve, chenle.”

He grabs the shopping cart filled with nothing but hangers and bed liners, following behind you. “It's not that serious.”

Turning on your heel, you stop the cart with your hand and lean forward with annoyance steaming off of you. “You’re right, its not. But I just asked for one thing: to pick some furniture out at target. That's all I wanted. And you can’t even agree with me on one thing for our first apartment. It might not seem important right now, but how you are reacting now could be a potential prediction of the future when it comes to other situations-”

“Woah woah, y/n.” chenle interrupted, quickly being interrupted himself.

“And stop interrupting me, I hate that. Just,” pausing, you took a quick harsh breath in. “Just let me be by myself for a bit.”

Hour three and you sat at the starbucks by yourself, reading a book you bought in the entertainment section just to pass the time. Normally you don't tend to get upset by such things, but with your last semester creeping up, your job overworking you before the semester starts, and this move-in with your long time boyfriend it’s all starting to pile on top of each other and mix together. You had asked chenle for one thing: to pick out some furniture from target. Not all, of course. But some stuff for the second bedroom in your apartment you were going to turn into an at home office for you both to use when needed. Chenle was hesitant at first but after explaining it would only be for that one room, he agreed.

In your relationship with him, everything was always equal- everything was quite lovely. Not in the past three years have you ever had a huge argument like this, especially in public. Communication has always been you and chenle’s strongest suit, so arguments were minimal and worked out right away.

When the forty minute mark almost hit, chenle got in line at the starbucks and ordered himself a refresher and bought you your favorite flavored cake pop. once he retrieved both, he sat down across from you as he slid the cake pop in your direction. Startled, you looked up cautiously and saw your boyfriend with a shy grin- unsure of how to start the conversation. For a few seconds you just stare at one another, not a word being said or any specific facial expressions being shared.

“I’m sorry.” was all you heard from him as you took the cake pop out of the bag. looking up, you motioned for him to continue as you took a bite from the ear of the so-called ‘bee’. he cleared his throat, pushing back his hair out of nervousness. “I just like giving you what you didn’t have growing up; I want to give you everything I'm able to.”

Nodding, you quickly swallow a small piece of your cake pop before responding. “I appreciate the chenle, but i still feel bad when you pay for things. And now that I have a somewhat decent paying job, I want to pay you back for everything you've done for me these past three years.” gradually reaching for his hand, you begin rubbing small circles into the back of it. Neither of you were one for any extent of PDA, but in this moment it just felt right to do. “I appreciate you looking out for me, baby. But next time can you explain that to me instead of being an asshole? I was about to fight you in the home goods aisle of target of all places. I, unfortunately, do not want to be known as the couple who fought in the middle of the target.”

Chenle chuckles, his heart warming smile causing your heart to skip a beat. Three years and you never got sick of seeing it- you hope to see that smile for the rest of your life. “What couple do you want to be known as?” He follows you to the garbage and grabs your book, putting it in the top part of the shopping cart he had with him.

Playfully thinking as you throw your garbage away and start walking towards the forbidden home goods section, you turn to him with a small grin. “The annoying, crazy couple with three cats and two dogs.”

He nods, following behind you with the cart and that same smile. “I'd like that.”

[xxplastic-cubexx]

sorry if you've already mentioned but what (re?)ignited your love of comics/x-men/cherik? curious because there are so many different adaptations of them

i think im gonna speak for a few (or a lot of) people when i say that TL;DR the wolverine x deadpool movie that came out this summer is what pulled me back into comics and i COULD leave it there but i will go into excruciating and unnecessary detail instead because i love an origin story and i love oversharing.

under the cut tho because im nice sometimes (there's also wxdp doodles in here. if you want to see that)

ironically (and probably commonly), growing up i was more of an avengers kid. Kinda. Loosely <- binge watched the cartoons and movies and read copious amounts of comics and fics and i am hoarding fanart in my old dresser as we speak ok 'loosely' is a modest lie.

embarrassingly i remember getting into discus cause of captain america LMAO so yeah needless to say i was a Humble Fan- me joining my school's comic class/club didnt help either (shoutout to my teach from that she was the realest one out there for. A Multitude of reasons). she definitely is was inspires me to even draw still and make comics and i often think bout the tips i learned from her class tbh she was great

back to the movies t and comics tho, i got into em because my brother would offer to take me and that's how we'd hang out (i rarely saw movies in theaters and i even more rarely went anywhere as a teenager. still kinda like that today tbh ooops) and yk. it just snowballed after that.

my brother and i have always liked comics- he just more than me for a while (though he still very much loves comics and As We Know From My Posts we still talk about them whenever i see him To An Exhausting Degree)

durin then i was really into stony and i have a few surviving doodles i made but those are between me and god. and anyone who asks tbh LOL

'snap can you make this related to x-men again this is long' ok so fast forward to This Summer again I Still Don't Really See Movies but my brother offered to take me and this was the first time i'd actually seen an x-men movie in full

as a kid i only remember seeing the 'perfection' scene between erik and raven in first class while i was channel surfing. pretty sure i changed the channel after seeing mystique naked cause i was scared my parents would get mad at me if they caught me watching it LOL

BUT MOVING ON As A Kid i think it's also natural you'll sometimes watch 92 if it's on And I Did though evidently it didn't stick too hard (i do remember really liking beast and gambit though.... still do really): my knowledge of x-men was. INCREDIBLY sparse. like diabolically so so i didnt have too much expectations (aside from the fact i vaguely liked deadpool beforehand).

tbh i dont know why my bro never took me to see any of the x-men movies. it's not like he doesn't Also like x-men (90% sure nightcrawler's his favorite but my brother will be caught dead saying he has absolute favorites like that)- he owns a bitch load of deadpool comics/omnibus sets too (of which ive read over the years and reread this year) but Shrug moving on

Much Like Most Of The Internet i fell down the rabbit hole that way. i have some doodles i made a couple days after seeing WxDP that i now have an excuse to throw at all of you Look And Perceive

and so. As I Do. i got curious and told myself i'd binge watch all the x-men movies the week before i went back to school And Then I Did ft. My Brother Sometimes and then i said i'd binge watch all of '92 and And I Did That ft. My Brother Sometimes But Less So and now we're here. currently watching Evolution...

once i got to school i realized i lived near a comic shop and started getting into the comics that way (the first ones i got since going down this rabbit hole was Magneto Was Right!, The Resurrection of Magneto, and The Trial of Magneto. if you were curious !!!!! clearly i didnt care too much about context i just needed to see My Guy jelvejlkvj i have no regrets and Evidently ive read more since)

i'm pretty sure what dragged me into cherik specifically was the fact i saw a clip of The Famous ending to 92 where erik's aghast at the notion jean even has to question his love for charles. i think that was what officially had me refocus my lens on them: not a single poolverine thought after that LOL (all the cherik posting i saw on twitter definitely helped too but that was the nail in the coffin for any other interests i had: i was locked into cherik and x-men in general now)

that clip specifically, i was surprised at the fact they- frequently even- have the x-men franchise say erik loves charles and vice versa so bluntly. even if it's not meant to be romantic, i fear im just a fan of how casually the word's thrown around with them two and i got tender bout it all. Then Yk. i just live for the drama. the hilarity even. the sincerity .... they make me sick if i think of them too long so im gonna end it here

before i go tho ironically enough, the first x-men issue i owned was This one (story a this is that while stuck in some wacko dimension charles accidentally gets himself trapped in logan's mind while utilizing his astral projection. if you were curious). pretty sure i got it for free with another comic set i got years ago since our old comic shop loved to do that, but it's poetic aint it. maybe ill doodle something referencing it..

i should probably look into finishing this arc someday im Dummy curious to even know how it started and how it ends.....

[caffedrine]

Translation - Heart no Kuni no Alice - The Scent of Roses - Chapter 2: Mad Hatter's Tea Party

Summary as copied from Wonderful Wonder World wiki: On a bright Sunday afternoon, a rabbit in clothes appears in front of a sleeping Alice. Did you mean “Alice in Wonderland”? On the contrary, the rabbit transforms into a handsome man! Suddenly Alice gets swept into the man’s arms and they jump down into a hole that leads them to the Country of Hearts. Even though there’s a fairy tale atmosphere, Wonderland is an incredible and dangerous world. How can Alice return to her world?

Author: Quinrose and Uozumi Yukiko

ISBN: 978-4042865142

Beyond the gate, a garden stretched as far as the eye could see.

Alice gasped at its vastness and beauty: neatly trimmed hedges and a large fountain arranged in symmetry. The blue sky reflected clearly on the pond's surface, accentuating the surrounding green lawn. Birds gathered at the pavilion by the water, leisurely enjoying the sunshine.

Alice herself was a daughter from a well-to-do family. She lived in a respectable manor and had a garden spacious enough to hire a gardener. Though there were friends with larger estates than the Liddell family, she had never seen private property this grand, even among the nobility.

...But the owner of this mansion is him, right?

The man called Blood, wore a strange hat. Walking in step with Alice, he had a calm demeanor but still seemed quite young. Yet, he was powerful enough to maintain such a garden.

‘I wonder if being a hatter is that profitable?’ Alice wondered. The hat he wore didn't seem fashionable at all.

Still, despite nearly being killed twice, why did she end up accepting his invitation?

Even though she was thoroughly exhausted, there had been no need to venture into a den of such dangerous characters. If she had pushed through the pain in her legs just a bit longer, she might have reached a place with more amiable people.

Yet, she took hold of Blood's outstretched hand...

"Now then, today is your birthday. We are going to celebrate, so feel free to take a seat wherever you like."

Eventually, arriving at a table set up in the middle of the garden, Blood gestured for her to sit.

"Whose birthday is it?"

"Yours. The tea party preparations are already in place. All that's left is to patiently wait for the finest tea leaves to dance in the pot."

Alice tilted her head. It made no sense at all. Today wasn't her birthday, and besides, she had no memory of telling him her birthday.

Blood snapped his fingers and called over a woman who appeared to be a servant, instructing her to prepare the tea. As expected of someone serving the Mad Hatter, she wore another peculiar hat.

"Before the tea is served, allow me to introduce myself. I am Blood Dupré, the master of this mansion."

He removed his hat and gave a respectful bow.

"I am Elliott March, Blood's subordinate. Nice to meet you."

Elliott wiggled his long ears and smiled broadly. It was a cheerful smile as if he had completely forgotten about the time he nearly killed Alice.

"The twins over there are Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. They are the gatekeepers of this mansion."

"I'm Dee, nice to meet you, Miss."

"I'm Dum. How do you do, Miss?"

Even though the drinks had yet to be prepared, the twins were already helping themselves to the sweets laid out on the table.

After introducing herself, Alice scrutinized the twins’ faces. The one in blue was Dee, and the one in red was Dum. For now, she could tell them apart by their clothing colors, but if they wore the same color, she wouldn’t have the confidence to distinguish between them.

Noticing her gaze, the twins grinned mischievously.

"It's been a while since we've had guests at the tea party, brother."

"Usually, we kill anyone who tries to come in before the gate is opened."

From their innocent behavior eating sweets, such words were utterly inconceivable.

"Killing...?" They were not joking. Alice had just learned this the hard way.

"Our house is always visited by unexpected guests. And it's always troublesome ones that try to bring problems with them."

Blood handed a slice of orange cake to Alice. Not only that, he continued to send over various pastries such as compote, mousse, and cookies that seemed to be for himself. Apparently, he wasn't fond of sweets.

"I won't bring any troublesome matters here. I had no business in this place to begin with."

"Oh, I understand. You are my guest now. Elliot and the gatekeepers will no longer behave rudely."

As Blood said this, Elliot leaned in with a seemingly happy expression.

"Sorry about earlier. If you're Blood's guest, then we'll welcome you!"

He had given a terrifying first impression, but watching him take a big bite of the cake made Alice feel unexpectedly at ease. Though she hadn't forgotten the terror of nearly being killed, he seemed merely obedient to his boss and perhaps not such a bad person after all. The thought of this reflected how accustomed she was getting to this absurd world.

"Come on, eat up! Carrot cake, carrot cookies, carrot compote, and carrot mousse. They're all delicious!"

"Carrot...?"

All the treats on the table were uniformly orange. If they were made with carrots, it made sense, but even so, it felt like too much.

"Ah, eat as much as you want. If possible, clear the orange color from my sight quickly."

Blood furrowed his brows and averted his gaze from the two-tiered carrot cake. His reaction contrasted sharply with Elliot, who was enthusiastic.

"The chef’s carrot dishes here are the best! Today, I’ll even share mine with you, so don’t hold back!"

"Uh, thank you."

As much as she wanted to decline, she understood that Elliot was trying to express his welcoming spirit, so Alice quietly took the sweets in front of her. They did taste wonderful, but she felt her body turning orange with every bite.

She couldn't help but think once again that rabbits really do love carrots. Suddenly, she recalled the other rabbit man. Did he also eat nothing but carrots all the time?

"How can you eat so many carrots? True to your rabbit nature."

Dum, dressed in red security attire, muttered as if voicing Alice's thoughts.

"Huh? Who's a rabbit?"

"If you're talking about rabbits, then you're the only one here, you little bunny."

"That's right! Carrot-loving little bunny."

"I’m not a rabbit! I don’t even like carrots!"

Elliot stood up, shouting absurdities at the twins. He looked ready to draw a gun from his belt at any moment.

"Calm down, will you? I'm saying this, but you are a rabbit, and you do like carrots, right? It's a bit ridiculous to get upset over the truth."

"No, no, I'm not a rabbit! These ears just grew on their own!"

"Really...?"

"It’s true! Besides, I don’t like carrots. How could I eat rabbit favorites? What I like are carrot cake, carrot mousse, and carrot cookies!"

It was all so confusing. Alice sighed.

"Hey, Blood, say something to this rabbit."

"...The tea is good."

With a nonchalant expression, Blood brought the teacup to his lips, unconcerned.

"Ha ha, you're definitely a rabbit! Ha ha!"

Dum pressed the matter further, despite the situation.

"Hey, kid, how many times do I have to tell you?! I’m not a rabbit!"

"If you're not a rabbit, then what are you?! Why don't you stop denying your existence?"

The twins continued their teasing, and Elliot finally drew his gun. Alice instinctively hunched down, hiding behind the table.

"Die! You brats!"

"You die!"

Gunshots rang out, and Alice covered her ears. The gatekeepers didn’t flinch at the sound of bullets; they brandished their large axes in response. The peaceful tea party suddenly turned into a duel.

Amidst all this, Blood remained as composed as ever, savoring the aroma of the tea without moving a single eyebrow.

"Hey, Blood, aren’t you going to stop your subordinate? At this rate, someone’s going to die!"

"My subordinates are not so weak as to be taken down by this level of play."

How can he remain so calm? He exuded an aura of confidence as if he had survived countless chaotic situations.

"More importantly, I got some wonderful tea leaves today. Feel free to drink as much as you like for your birthday celebration. If there's not enough cake, I'll have more made right away."

"You seem to be misunderstanding something. Today is not my birthday, okay? I appreciate the sentiment, but being celebrated is a bit much."

As Alice corrected him again, Blood wore a faint smile at the corners of his mouth. "There are no rules saying that today cannot be your birthday. I dislike boredom. But while celebrating your birthday, I won’t be bored."

He raised his teacup and continued lazily, "Happy birthday, Alice. You are a lucky girl to have made it this far in life."

 

Whether it was luck or misfortune was debatable.

It might seem unlucky due to the close brush with death, but for the moment, Alice had been accepted as a guest. Blood told her she could stay in the mansion as long as she liked until she was no longer bothered.

Soon, a servant guided her to a guest room. It was a spacious room decorated entirely with a hat motif. It had everything necessary for daily life. Given the treatment she was receiving, there was no doubt she was welcomed.

She realized she was rather bold for coming this far. Though she had acted on impulse to get here, she had nowhere else to go.

Looking out the window, it was already completely dark. It had been sunny just a moment ago; how had time passed so quickly?

Once alone, she suddenly felt a sense of anxiety. This absurd turn of events led her to tell herself it was all a dream. Yet, the contradiction was that no matter how long she waited, she couldn’t wake up from this dream. Regardless, she had to survive for now. Dream or not, her will still operated within this reality.

Alice stood up from the chair and left the room. She felt the need to do something. She didn’t know exactly what, but she knew she had to move. It was an impulse that was unimaginable for her usual apathetic self.

However, upon exiting the room, she found the mansion too vast and couldn’t figure out where to go. Wherever she looked, there were identical hallways lined with similar doors.

"Are you looking for something, young lady?"

The voice that addressed Alice, stuck in place, was Blood.

"I wonder how long it's been since I last saw you. It feels both like a long time and just a moment ago."

"We just saw each other a moment ago."

Alice replied in disbelief. He was such an elusive person. Yet, it felt lucky to have run into him again.

"Hey, is there anything I can help with? Cleaning, laundry, anything is fine."

Blood paused for a moment at Alice's question.

"Cleaning and laundry? You?"

"Yes. I can’t just be a freeloader, after all. I want to repay the kindness I've received."

Blood appeared to ponder this even more. Her offer seemed to have caught him off guard.

"I don’t understand. If you're a guest, you should be able to enjoy your time elegantly. There’s no need to think about repaying your debt; just have more fun."

"I can't just sit back and relax like that. I feel restless if I’m not doing something."

"How troublesome."

He said this with a hint of pity before nodding.

"Alright, I understand. I’ll think of some work for you."

"Really?"

"Really. It is the host's duty to provide what the guest desires. However, if I’m to provide you with work to pass the time..."

Blood twirled his cane and tapped it on the floor.

"Let’s invite you to my room. You should be able to stay entertained for a while."

"...Your room?"

"Yes. Come along."

Blood extended his right hand. For a moment, it reminded Alice of her former lover, making her hesitate, but she quickly masked her feelings and placed her hand over his.

Though he looked similar, he was a different person. She wondered how her sister would react if she found out that Alice had taken refuge in the home of such a man. Always playing the "good girl," her sister would undoubtedly be shocked.

"This is my room."

Blood opened a particularly luxurious door at the end of the hallway. The spacious room contained two large red sofas and a hefty antique desk. The ceiling was high, and a tranquil atmosphere reminiscent of her father’s study permeated the air.

What captivated Alice most was the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf that lined one wall. It resembled a library.

"There are so many books!"

Alice lost herself in the sight of the neatly lined spines. They contained titles she had never seen before, stirring her heart with excitement.

"Do you like books?"

"Yes, I love them. You wouldn’t believe it, but I work as an assistant in a publishing house. I haven’t been entrusted with any major tasks yet, but I’m somewhat relied upon."

While focusing on her studies, Alice had gotten a friend whose family worked at a publishing house to help her find a job. It wasn’t an easy task, but it was satisfying. Every book she contributed to felt as dear to her as a child.

"Interesting. Why does a well-bred young lady like you have to work? It’s not like you’re struggling to make ends meet."

"Well, that’s..."

She faltered, struggling for words.

Indeed, she was not in financial distress. The Liddell family had more than enough assets to support four people living together.

So why did she feel the need to work? Why did she seek out a job? As she tried to recall the reason, a thick fog seemed to settle in her mind, preventing her from coming up with an appropriate answer.

"There are various reasons, really," she replied vaguely. "More importantly, how do you know about my circumstances?"

"By observing your behavior at the table, I can generally discern many things. You have potential. It’s clear you come from a respectable family."

Blood removed his hat and jacket, settling into the sofa. As he took off his bow tie scarf, the collar of his white shirt revealed a glimpse of his chest. His more casual appearance compared to the outside made Alice's heart skip a beat.

Though it felt irritating to admit, everything about him was surprisingly to Alice's taste—his unexpectedly broad shoulders, long legs, and even his melancholic profile. Given that her past wounds had not fully healed, it was understandable that her feelings would react.

But no, she scolded herself. Just because he looked similar didn’t mean Blood could replace that person, nor did she intend for him to. After spending the day with Blood, she had come to acutely realize how different their personalities were at every turn.

"I’ll have tea and snacks prepared now. Do you need sugar or milk?"

"No, I don't."

"I see. Tea is best enjoyed straight. I’m glad we seem to have the same taste."

Blood rang a bell, looking satisfied. Almost immediately, a servant came in to begin setting up a small tea party, bringing elegant cobalt blue teacups edged in gold. Once poured, the black tea would surely enhance the deep Bordeaux color.

"As long as you’re comfortable, feel free to read as many books as you like here."

"Really? Is that okay?"

"Of course. I need to take care of some work, but don’t mind me and just relax."

"If you have work, I don’t want to interrupt you. I can read another time."

"You wouldn’t be interrupting at all. I’m the type who can concentrate even when others are around. So feel free to read as much as you want and drink as much tea as you'd like. If the snacks run out, just ring that bell for the servants. You can treat this place as your home."

He seemed sincere, genuinely meaning what he said, not just being polite.

"In that case, I’ll take you up on your offer. Thank you for being so kind. You’re a good person."

"A good person? Me?"

As Blood took off his white gloves, he suppressed a laugh. His laughter felt somewhat ambiguous, prompting Alice to frown.

"What’s so funny?"

"Nothing. I just think you’re quite a unique young lady. So I’m a good person, huh... haha."

Although he was very kind, she found his ambiguous wording rather annoying. Simply put, it irritated her.

"You seem like a nice person, but I don’t like that aspect of you. Why not just say what you mean?"

"Haha, I actually like your straightforwardness. It makes me like you even more."

Blood took a sip of his tea and then stood up.

What’s he going to do now? He moved over to the desk and reached for a pile of papers, sitting down deeply in the chair as he began to write swiftly with a pen.

It seemed he had suddenly entered "work mode." He appeared completely focused on his tasks as if Alice’s presence didn’t matter at all.

...Being left like this isn’t great.

His actions were entirely unpredictable. Suddenly being left to her own devices left Alice feeling fidgety, so she resumed her search for a book. It was easier to be left alone than to be constantly acknowledged, even though she felt a bit neglected.

For a while, they each spent their time separately.

The room was filled with books that captured Alice’s interest. There was no time to feel bored, and she devoured the books one after another. The sofa was plush, and there was never a shortage of tea and snacks. It was so comfortable that she nearly forgot this was Blood’s room.

It was strange. Why did she feel so at ease despite just having met him? Was it because he resembled that person? She questioned herself but quickly denied it. The source of her comfort was likely his whimsical nature, being self-centered and non-intrusive. He was also very honest with himself, seemingly unconcerned about what others thought.

"Young lady, did you find any books you like?"

Having wrapped up some work, Blood approached Alice in a cheerful mood.

"Yes, I found many I liked. It seems we have similar tastes in books."

"That's great. Please don’t hesitate to come read whenever you want. You’re always welcome here, Alice."

"But..."

Even though Blood was the head of a major corporation, and he said it wasn't a bother, it raised concerns. He definitely had a busy schedule. Besides, allowing a girl of unknown background to come and go in his room felt inappropriate.

"If only I could assist you with your work, but that’s probably too much to ask."

She had no idea how to make hats, nor was she particularly skilled with a sewing machine. The most she could manage would be threading a needle.

Then Blood leaned closer, seemingly surprised as he scrutinized her face.

"You want to help with my work?"

"I thought it would be nice to help, but I think I’ll have to withdraw that offer. It’s impossible to consider, really."

"I don't think it's impossible, but it's the first I’ve heard that you know how to handle a gun. So that's why you were so composed even with Elliot pointing one at you. You must be quite skilled."

"...A gun?"

The conversation was slightly off-kilter, and a moment of silence fell.

A bad feeling began to settle in.

"Isn’t that right?"

"Hey, just to clarify," Alice said, forcing a smile, "what exactly is your profession?"

"We're a mob known as the Hatter Family. The boss is Blood Dupré, which is me."

 

Even after returning to her guest room, Alice felt as if she had been struck in the back of the head with an encyclopedia, still reeling from the shock.

She felt deceived. If she had known this was the base of a mafia, she wouldn’t have come in the first place. She would have clung to the clock tower and refused to leave.

She couldn't understand why anyone approaching the mansion would be killed by those twins, but she had come to a sort of understanding about it. The mafia had many enemies, and it was common for unwanted guests seeking trouble to show up.

Lying on the bed, she sighed. The sheets gleamed with a smooth luster, and the blankets were incredibly soft.

In a half-quit state, Alice closed her eyes. So much had happened today that she felt utterly exhausted. If she fell asleep, surely she would wake up from this dream. She would forget the stalker rabbit, the mafia, and the man who resembled her ex-lover, finally returning to reality.

—Because this is a dream.

That night, Alice dreamed.

Behind her eyelids, a white rabbit with a round tail bounced around. "Oh dear, I'm late!" In its front paws was a large clock. Tick-tock, tick-tock. The second hand began to spin erratically, and then it fell into a deep hole. Avoiding a rain of bullets, she reached a garden filled with blood-colored roses. Tick-tock, tick-tock.

The Queen of Hearts cackled. Caught by faceless soldiers for the crime of planting white roses, she was sentenced to "death!"

—Is this a dream?

"Yes, it’s a dream."

A voice echoed, and her body began to float gently.

When Alice opened her eyes, a landscape sparkled beneath her like a blanket scattered with fragments of gemstones. Soon, a man in black attire with an eyepatch over his right eye appeared. His left eye glowed with a dark brilliance.

Where is this?

"This is a dream, Alice."

Who are you? How do you know my name?

"I am Nightmare, the demon of dreams who embodies nightmares. I know everything about you."

I was just having a terrible dream. So it was your doing, was it?

"That can be said, and it cannot be said. Dreams are quite ambiguous, you see."

The man who called himself Nightmare wore a weary smile. It was then that Alice realized she was having a conversation without vocalizing her thoughts.

"Can you read my mind?" she finally said aloud. "Not that it matters. In the dream world, anything goes."

"Do you think this is a dream?"

"Of course. You said it yourself. This is a dream."

Pouting, Alice began to think. Now, if this is a dream, which part could be reality? Or am I dreaming within a dream world?

"Yes, this is a dream. But deep down, you know it yet refuse to acknowledge it."

"Don’t be ridiculous; I’m bewildered by so many things. I was suddenly kidnapped by a strange rabbit man, and just when I thought I was saved, I ended up squatting in a mafia den."

"But you’re safe, aren’t you?"

The gloomy man floating in the air said this with an air of satisfaction.

"....Sorry for my gloominess. "

"Don’t read my mind."

Alice shrugged.

"I think if you keep reading my mind, you’ll likely hurt yourself. So you should stop."

"No, it’s not necessary to worry. No matter what you say to me, I won’t come to dislike you. I’m not the only one; in this world, everyone will come to like you. The more you get to know them, the more they will come to like you."

"What?"

With confusion, Alice asked again.

"What do you mean? Why would everyone like someone like me?"

"To be precise, I’ve connected you with a world that resonates with you. If you think of it that way, it makes sense that you would be liked by everyone, doesn’t it?"

"What does that even mean? It makes no sense. This is the worst."

If dreams reflect desires, then it would mean she wanted to be liked by everyone. There was no way she wanted to be coddled in such a grotesque world. Just because her reality wasn’t going well, did she want to be pampered in her dreams? She never considered herself so weak.

"That’s not it, not at all, Alice. You don’t want to be liked by everyone. You long to be loved by someone. Someone you love."

"In a world of delusion?"

"This world is not a delusion. It’s a world that has existed from the beginning."

Nightmare donned a slightly sad expression.

She didn’t have a hobby of disappointing strangers, but deep down, she still felt that this world was a fantasy created by her—someone who pretended to be a realist but had a whimsical side. Her fantasies had intensified and sublimated into a dream that felt like reality.

"I see. You're smart, but you're a fool," said the man, casually delivering a harsh remark.

"But you know, in this world, there will be people who come to like you. Not black or white, not a child or an adult; people who will like you for who you are."

———Everyone has been wishing for you, Alice.

Slowly, Nightmare’s voice began to fade. Alice desperately screamed, but every sound was swallowed by the darkness, never forming words. Her legs grew heavy as if made of lead, and just as she managed to take a slow step forward, she awoke.

[misscammiedawn]

what is your hypno origin story? (have you shared it before?)

Cobbled together from some old posts, as I couldn't find a definitive "this is our origin" post:

From our post on why we love Hypnotic Theory

My earliest days online I remember reading up on subliminal advertising techniques and going down a rabbit hole of "Painted Ice Cubes" and other such things which seemed too weird to be true.

From there I ended up reading Subliminal Seduction in my late teens out of curiosity and was kind of fascinated by the concepts at play. I was already well and truly fascinated with hypnosis but hypnosis was this magical spell that was cast by magicians. This psuedo-science of advertising execs promising that glimpses of sharks and phallus' would unlock the secrets to sales was my first and unfortunate step into understanding the theory behind it all.

Next step was of course M.K Ultra which is 100% a meme in today's hypnokink community and at best an aesthetic for serious torture-brainwashing play which is at a much higher level of anything than I'm really capable of. But it cited itself. Which got me looking into the history of Mesmer and Braid and then onto a bloke named Milton Erickson...

Archive.org had a lot of his stuff. In fact all of his stuff.

Between Erickson in my textbooks and Derren Brown on my television, right at the start of his career when the fascination of mentalism was still tied heavily to hypnosis (and early Derren Brown was a Fae and a bit of an ass XD) my earliest teachers were pretty bad at consent. Which lead to certain expectations of hypnosis which lead to me picking bad partners at the start of my career.

But Erickson's stuff compelled me.

Early 20s Camden used a lot of Ericksonian speech patterns in her play. Though back then she was only really hypnotizing people under compulsion and usually while hypnotized to channel or outright become a character.

The fact I read medical journals is the moment I knew this fascination had evolved into a life altering obsession. That this was my One Thing.

It was the studies of Erickson working on participants with amputated limbs to study the phantom limb theory that really got me to sit up and pay attention to the science behind it.

At this point of my life I'd been studying on surgeries being performed with hypnosis (a terrifying concept. When I have my surgery I will be hypnotized to go under for the anesthesia like a good girl) and I had seen EKG readings that proved that hypnosis changes the way that the brain scans.

Every step of my life I have leaned on evidence and proof and every step of my study into hypnosis taught me it was not fantasy. It was reality and the more I accepted that the better I was at both hypnotizing, free of doubt and insecurity, and being hypnotized, trusting it works.

I still struggle with that. A lot. Thinking I am just acting or following along. But the more I read the better I feel.

I got my certification at the age of 23. I am not a fan of George Kappas (his work is misogynistic to my eyes) but his school taught me for a year (one of my classmates and the person I studied with for my finals is actually another high profile member of the online hypnosis community) and taught me the most important lesson any school has ever taught me:

I ALREADY KNOW THIS.

I was 23 years old and knew as much as the instructors. That was a good feeling.

Also my classmate and I are still friends. We're not super close, but she and I are in contact. I spent some time with them at a recent hypnosis event. It means a lot to me that even though my name and gender changed, they still remember me.

In my 30s I moved on from academic hypnosis materials to community driven information. I have read Lee & Pynch's book on Amnesia, sleepingirl's Brainwashing and NLP books and of course Wiseguy's Mind Play. I've also taken Wiseguy's class, though didn't bother taking my final. Which was a good use of $1,200.

Every now and again Sleepyhead will show up and just put a book in my hand. I think her copy of The Encyclopedia of Stage Hypnotism has graduated into my copy of The Encyclopedia of Stage Hypnotism (Sleepy, you can have your books back at any time).

These days I am lazy and can't really read much. I'm studying therapy more than anything with my latest obsessions being Janina Fischer and Melissa Tiers; Tiers herself being a world class hypnotist that many of our top community members have spent big bucks to train under.

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From our post on Truth Spells

My earliest hypno-fantasy was to have a hypnotherapist ask me if I was in love with someone (who I did not really have feelings for, but social pressure and all that jazz) and I kept that silly little 14 year old's dream in my heart.

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From a set of Hypno Asks

1. How long have you been into hypnosis?

Since I was a teenager at least. I used to fantasize about hypnotherapists taking me deep and asking me the truth to questions which were too emotionally complex for me to untangle myself. I used to stare out of windows and think of pendulums and grandfather clocks. I got into the hypnosis community when I was about 19 via Yahoo Groups and kinda followed the growth and pilgramage from platform to platform.

I guess I did kind of get the therapist honesty thing happen to me one time, but that's another story and you'll have to ask for it specifically.

2. Describe your first experience with hypnosis

I remember when I was young I couldn't really move my computer or stretch audio cables, so I needed to make a little cot for myself in the corner of the room. I was awful in my early days. Just listened to files without care for my safety. I just wanted an escape. I bought 45 minute files. I recall one framed like a bank heist with pink mist seeping into the vault of my brain to change things. Predated Inception, even. I was always scared neighbors would hear so I put the speakers on the ground and pulled headphones in and just slept away. I had tons of rituals in the early days, scented candles, boiling baths, anything to try and make it work better. I was AMAZING at visualizing back in those days. I would just get absorbed in the fantasy.

My first interactive partner was an RP buddy on Yahoo Groups who became my first Master. He kept me for about 5 years. I adored him. Did everything he wanted. Even to my own detriment. He was an awful human. I am ashamed I followed him.

My first IRL session was with the woman I married. There was the golden glow of an American sunset pouring through her window as the heaviness of a 12 hour journey across the planet to see her was catching up with me. Her parents were going to drop me off at the hotel to sleep. She thought she could keep me there with her if I fell asleep. She stroked my brow. Cooed for me to just relax. I sank into her lap. It was pure peace and serenity. She tells me she snuck in our first kiss while I was under.

3. Are there any TV shows/movies/books you liked when you were younger that you think got you into hypnosis?

There was like a Magic Block on TV when I was growing up. Masked Magician SECRETS UNVEALED, Sabrina the Teenage Witch and The Hypnotic World of Paul McKenna. I watched every week and was fascinated. I loved magic as a child. But it was all the mystic allure and not real. At least until one of my mum's friends was telling her about being on the McKenna show, a show where they hypnotize people in the audience and do skits. British Broadcast Standards do not allow the airing of any hypnosis so they always made it seem secret and taboo, hidden behind a blurry screen and mum's friend had THE SECRETS. So I listened (she had a Pepsi that night so couldn't go on stage) and was just fascinated. It was not just real magic, it was something that could work on anyone. That real person who was in my life had witnessed it and could have "gone under". I remember my obsession was born in the childish awe of that story.

That should cover it, I believe.

[theredcapeofk]

20 Questions More

A deeper and more detailed version of the 20 questions for AO3 fanfic writers. Thanks @fazedlight for the tag!!

1) How do you keep getting ideas for your ship/fandom?

I have three main sources of inspiration:

my own brain where my ship and fandoms live rent-free.

tumblr: other people's works keep the passion alive and new ideas coming

discussing the ships and fandoms with other fans

2) Which authors inspire you in your fandom, and why are they so freakishly good?

So many of you guys do inspire me for so many different reasons it's hard to make a list.

3) Aside from the characters of your main ship, who are the characters you love to write?

I love to have Eliza around she brings a sense of calm and reassurance to my scenes. I also love to have Esme, she's so cute and I like having her melt everyone's hearts from sheer cuteness.

4) Are there pairings or tropes you know for sure you'd never write about? Which ones?

Writing and reading fanfics have taught me that my views tend to change on ships and tropes. So my never today could inspire me tomorrow.

5) What is your writing process and why is it cursed?

I don't know about a writing process... I get an inspiration and start writing. Sometimes I outline longer fics and sometimes the stories cannot be outlined so I let it write itself as I go. Of course I make the whole thing coherent.

If that wasn't cursed enough, I'll just add that there are times where my brain just won't English so I have to think my writing in French and translate it.

6) What is your favorite part of your writing process?

The outpour of inspiration that makes me write until my eyes/fingers hurt

7) What’s the weirdest thing you’ve had to research for a fic?

I honestly don't remember. But every research I ever make for a fic is a fall down the rabbit hole. You start by a word research and two hours later you end up watching a tutorial on how to comb a Giraffe's hair...(It never actually happened, but you get my point lol)

8) Is there a particular writing rule you struggle with (grammar, spelling, tense, reality in general)?

Sometimes all of the above plus typos and the sequence of tenses? This used to never be a problem, but the further I get from my English classes the blurrier sequence of tenses become.

9) What was your hardest scene to write so far and why?

Fight scenes and action scenes. Like how am I supposed to describe who does what and how...?

10) Have your characters ever done something you didn’t expect, changing your plot completely?

Very often. In Change my Direction Kara was supposed to heal a lot faster. And then she didn't and here we are lol. In My Eyes are Up Here Kara was supposed to spill the secret sooner but she couldn't. And in a project I'm still working on on the rift era, Lena was supposed to cave in sooner but she's stubborn lol

11) If you could converse with any of the characters, who would it be and why?

Definitely Kara and Lena. I have so many questions and I would love their take on what canon left unsaid. I would also like to speak to Brainy and Cat. I would pester Brainy about the 31st century to know the extent of Kara's and Lena's legacy. I'd ask Cat how she managed to create Catco and also what finally gave Kara away.

12) What are some of the tropes or themes that you find yourself returning to in your writing?

Kara and Lena are always idiots in love in my fics and when they do admit their feelings to each other, they only live for one another.

As for themes, I tend to come back to the rift era because canon created a tension that needed solving and their version only broached the surface. And this conflict brought so many things to the surface for the characters there are so many alternate answers to be given I feel that it's an exploration that keeps on giving.

13) What's your most important resource as a writer?

My phone. I've been writing mostly on my phone for years and I love the flexibility it gives me. I can carry it around with me and write whenever inspiration strikes.

14) Can you share some of your strategies for editing and revising your work?

You guys actually have strategies for that? Hahaha. What I tend to do, is highlight words or sentences as I go along. Then, when I'm done with a chapter, I put the fic away for a few days and then I start re-reading the chapter from the start. Best-case scenario I take the highlights off, worst-case scenario I highlight more stuff lol. As some words need translating I try to do this step incrementally because I know how long or hard the language check can be.

When I get stuck to a point where I can't move on, I beg my English speaking friends for help. @lenaralanvers has helped me so much since 2021

15) Which is worse: making the summary, picking the tags, or the anxiety when you post your fic?

The summary is always my absolute nemesis

16) How do you define success for your fanfic - hits? Kudos? Comments? Bookmarks? Or just if you like it?

I think I define it from the hits.

17) Do you have a playlist for your favorite character/ship?

I do have a playlist for Supercorp and it's always growing. There's a lot of Celine Dion and Greek pop songs in it. There's something about Celine Dion's voice and late 90's and early 2000's songs that just screams Supercorp to me. The Greek pop songs have a special way of expressing pain and regret that fits perfectly with the rift era.

18) If fan art was going to be made from your work, which fic would you pick and which fan artist would you like to create it?

If I had to pick someone, I would commission them :). maybe 2024 is the year I finally do this.

And if anyone wants to create fanart from any of my fics please feel free to.

19) How many WIPs do you currently have?

Phew...tough question! I don't have time to actually count them all, but I'd say twelve? out of the top of my head. Some will be one shots, some will hopefully become multichapters.

20) What's your advice to new fanfic writers?

If you want to write fanfic go for it. Don't let anything or anyone stop you from ever writing. Never plagiarize anyone and if you get your inspiration from someone, always give credit.

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Tagging (respectfully and without pressure). If you've done the game before, feel free to send me a link to it ;) @chaotic-super, @lenaralanvers , @inkedroplets , @fyonahmacnally if you want some rapid-fire q's thrown your way. But also anyone who'd like to do this!

[sallysellsseashellssundays]

I don't talk about S3 discourse often because it tends to get scary fast but I went down a *very* deep Tumblr rabbit hole today, and I'm always surprised/slightly horrified at some of the things I see on here.

There's a rather vocal subset of the fandom acting as if Martha was somehow owed Ten's love because of x, y, z reasons and honestly it always gives me the ick. If the roles were reversed it would be seen as creepy, in fact it's called out often in media when the "nice" guy expects the girl to pick him because he's there for her and kind to her.

And it's not even Martha's character herself that has that expectation (except just momentarily in Human Nature). She yearns for Ten but isn't really forceful about it, yet the fandom paints her as someone who deserves to have his love because...well just because. The point of an unrequited love story is that it doesn't matter how beautiful, successful, brave, kind, clever or whatever other traits someone has...you can't magically make someone fall in love with you. It's tragic but it's real.

And as awful as that is what disturbs me the most is that I've seen a number of people claim that Ten emotionally and psychologically abused Martha not to mention that they think he was gaslighting her...I know he certainly didn't pay her enough attention as she would have liked and it's always going to sting when the person you're in love with mentions the object of their affections but to use words like abuse and gaslighting is, well, an opinion I strongly disagree with.

IDK there are many things to talk about regarding series 3 but these are two things that I see far too often for me to want to engage in many discussions about it.

[unpassive-viewer]

S2. Reservation Dogs - No Spoilers

In my avoidance of doing things that need to get done this week, I've been watching a lot of TV. Today I finished Season 2 of Reservation Dogs, and wow it hit me so hard in the feels.

I'd watched S.1 as soon as it was on Disney+ and gradually finished S.2 because of how much sadder it was than the first season. It is still funny, but so many of the themes are more difficult this season. Not only does the show portray institutional issues well (the writers often pulled material from their own experiences), it really hits the nail on the head as far as portraying grief. In particular, Cheese gives a speech at the end of S.2 ep. 10 which kind of destroyed me. I get very emotional with any media that shows young characters struggling, so this one was tough.

That said, there is a lot to love about the show. I appreciate that it doesn't draw a line between its younger and older characters - the kids aren't treated as ignorant, and the adults are repeatedly mentioned to have had adulthood thrust upon them in ways they didn't know how to cope with initially. It's like the exemplification of "everyone is just doing their best". It is also so well written and so wholesome. It is amazing at showing the ripple effects of tragedy between characters, all of which have well-developed arcs. Even its one-off and smaller characters are unique and funny. Cheese, Big and Willy Jack are (imo) the stars of the show - Big's episodes have been my favourites for both seasons, and Cheese reminds me a lot of my little brother. The soundtrack is also great - I've found tons of my favourite music from the show. It has a litany of nominations for various awards, and I kind of can't believe it hasn't won anything big yet. Most of the younger actors don't have any acting credits prior to this, and they do pretty well considering that.

The third and final season comes out this year, and I have a feeling it is going to kick my ass with emotional moments. I am really excited to see what they do with it, and I will be very sad to know it's over.

As an aside, in my going down the rabbit hole on the show's imdb page I've also found out that Sarah Podemski (Rita Smallhill in the show) has acting credits for the Total Drama cartoons, which was something I was not expecting.

[prettytragcdies]

mun questions! 5, 7, 11, 12, 14.

5. is there a muse you really want to try? if yes: what’s stopping you?

I'm officially writing Lauren Colby from the original Dynasty now, despite the fact that only like me, myself, and I even know who she is, so let's see. I wish that I could write some of my other favorite characters from various shows like Judith Ryland from the reboot of DALLAS, Edie Britt from Desperate Housewives, Julie Cooper from The O.C., etc. I just don't think I could find their voice well enough to keep them in character and write them the way they deserve to be written. I've had to learn the hard way that just because I love a character a whole lot, it doesn't necessarily mean I would be any good at writing them. Then there's also the unfortunate fact that a lot of my favorite shows are ones people from today either don't know anything about or simply just don't write for, but ah well.

I also super duper lowkey want to write an OC Vampire Diaries muse who would be Tyler Lockwood's sister, but that's only because the actress who played Carol Lockwood is back on The Young and the Restless.

7. describe your favorite relationship dynamic. (can be any kind, platonic, romantic, familial, antagonistic, etc.)

That's easy. My favorite relationship dynamic of all time will forever be familial. Mothers and daughters are probably at the tip top of my list, followed closely by fathers and daughters, siblings, etc. Romantic relationships would probably come in second place after all of that, and it's even more fun when the romantic ones eventually turn into new little families. Yeah. I don't know why. I just very much enjoy writing any and all aspects of family.

11. describe your ideal outcome/endgame for the muse you are currently writing. if you are a multimuse blog: do this for your current favorite muse, or the muse of the last reply you posted.

Scarlett Eleanor Ewing is my favorite and the one whose life I have most planned out, so I guess I'll do this one for her. Being married isn't a part of her life she can picture, but the more years I write her, the more I want to see her trying to navigate an actual marriage. So yeah, I guess my ideal endgame would be for her to be either President or Vice President of Ewing Global and either married or divorced with at least one child. I want her to be happy and healthy, despite everything I've put her through to get to that point lol. She's still hella confident and entitled, but some things aren't ever going to change, no matter what.

12. what roleplay trends do you remember from the year you started tumblr rp? how did you feel about those trends?

You know you're officially getting old when you don't even remember but like one or two of the trends from that year. I feel like it was 2011 or sometime around then, and groups were where it was at back then. I joined a small handful, and they were okay. Just like everything else, they had their fair share of pros and cons. I also remember people used gifs more than they did icons back in those days, and I didn't mind that part at all. Sometimes it can be more fun to use gifs, as long as they aren't huge and stretch all the way across your reply, especially when you're scrolling through on a mobile dashboard.

14. which roleplay community has been your favorite to write in?

I know everyone is probably expecting me to say DALLAS, and while it certainly is one of my favorites, I also need to give a shoutout to the soap opera world. I made so many friends in that genre back in the day, some of which I'm still in close contact with today. We've just had so much fun together over the years, and tbh it's part of the reason why I've had so much muse for Lauren Colby and Serenity Scorpio lately. One of my old friends lured me back to RP.ME ( a.k.a. MySpace 2.0 ), and I've officially fallen back down the rabbit hole(s).

[herunswithscissors]

I had this conversation recently with my sons about homophobia.

We didn't get to choose to be homophobic. They put that into us.

Just like we didn't get to choose to be racist or misogynistic or weirded out by furries or special needs persons or unhoused persons or anyone else not able to pass for our society's "normal."

The one grew up in rural PA and the other grew up in rural California. I grew up 40 years earlier then either of them. We didn't get to choose the amount of that shit that got pumped into our hearts and minds. Some of us started with more seeds and sprouts and full grown transplants of poisonous kudzu than others. That doesn't make one of them better than the other.

We choose what to do with that shit in us now.

We get to choose what we feed it. Do we feed it with meninist bullshit or do we learn our history and listen to our sisters. Do we feed it with 9Gag or do we feed it with Tumblr. Do we check out the Black crime section every day or do we learn our fucking history and understand how the justice system functions.

We choose how to face our shame, reject that shit and accept our feelings as real and then move on to process our feelings and act out of purpose not instinct and self preservation.

We need to be aware because you think because you started from an ethically and empathetically better place than your grandparents, because you started at a better than me, or started at a better place than your brother that you are actually better? That pride blinds you and divides us.

We need to be aware because you think that because you tic off more of the boxes of righteousness for today's society's that you are not in danger from that shit growing its vines into every crevice of your mind. You think because you are better than us that you can't hurt your friends and neighbors without trying or to go down a YouTube rabbit hole and fall for that shit when you aren't expecting it.

What are you feeding. What haunts your heart and mind. What are you doing with your "shameful" feelings.

thinking about how the word "haunt" can act as a synonym for both "pursuit" and "dwelling"

[treadmilltreats]

Living with osteoporosis

So if you know me or follow me, you know that I am a workout queen. I have been working out since I was in high school. Way before, it was popular for women to be at the gym, yes, back in the dinosaur days. I am up every morning at 5:00 a.m. to work out.

I lift weights, I do yoga, I do my TRX machine, I do Pilates, I ride my bike and walk every day. I've even tried aerial yoga, pole dancing, and boxing. You name it, I've done it, it's just who I am.

I also eat right, I pack my own breakfast and lunch, and I don't eat out for dinner except for once a week. My food is as clean as possible. I hardly eat anything bad unless I'm going home, and then, of course, all bets are off. What do you expect? I am a New Yorker.

So you would think being this healthy I would not be the type of person to get osteoporosis but guess again. When the doctor told me this, I was shocked. Then the doctor said I should go on a once a month shot called Evenity as this would bring up my bone density levels.

I researched it, it seemed good and I decided to do it. When I went back a year later for my bone scans, I went from osteoporosis to osteopenia. Great, I thought, it worked, and it was good. Then the doctor said I should now go on another drug called Prolia, a every 6 month shot. I would have to be on it for the next 4 years, and then my bone density would stay at the rate it's at now.

So because I trusted her from the first shot, I didn't do my own research and shame on me because everybody has to be their own health advocate in this day and age. The drug companies are just trying to push their drugs and make more money, and the doctors are probably getting kickbacks for the drugs they're pushing. Don't believe me? There's many documentaries, especially on Netflix, about this. This is not a conspiracy theory. By no means, the drug companies don't care about anyone but the bottom line.

Anyway, I decided to go and get the shot. I was fine after the first shot. It wasn't until months later that I felt really sick. I was tired all the time, and my body ached, I just didn't feel like me. I was gaining weight and I couldn't understand why as I was exercising more and counting everything I ate. Then I went to every doctor and had every kind of blood test and test done to find out the reason. I never associated it with the shot I had months ago.

I was shocked when everything came back saying that I was healthy, but I sure as hell didn't feel healthy. Before I was the Energizer Bunny, everybody would tell me that I would go and go and go, but now I could hardly pick my head up off the pillow. Some days, I had to drag my ass out of bed at 5:00 a.m.

and it was killing me just to get through the day.

Then I was on Facebook, and I happened to see something about osteoporosis. I started going down this rabbit hole, learning about the drug that they gave me from others' experiences. It was because I did not research this on my own that I came to find out that this drug has way more side effects than what is actually treating the problem.

These side effects include not being able to just get off of this drug because if you do, you'll have bone breakage. (Something it's supposed to help!!!)

It also makes your cholesterol higher and your blood pressure higher. You have a higher risk of heart attack and breast cancer, plus all the things I was experiencing.

I was so angry that the doctor never explained any of this to me. She never told me about all the risks, she never told me this was a “Black box” drug meaning the FDA made them put this warning that it was one of the worst drugs on the market. But shame on me, I should have done my own research like I always do but sometimes you get complacent and you trust the person that's supposed to be the expert, that was definitely the wrong move.

So today, my friends, my advice to you is to do your research, ask the questions, and dig deep into the medicines they are so quick to hand out. The pharmaceutical companies don't care about you. The doctors are too busy to care, only you care about you. Be your own advocate, and if you're like me, decide to go the all natural way instead. I am hoping that maybe this will help others before it's too late.

Like I tell you all the time, only you can be the change you want to see.

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