#featuring medic because yay medic :)

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

consider: scout tf2 but with a cane instead of a bat. good at running but can't stand still for very long because legs ouchie

giving this to you because you are the only tf2 artist who is cool about disability and it makes me so extremely happy and i am so glad you exist

bestie, you are on some BIG BRAIN shit rn, holy crap. I especially approve of this idea because I also don't feel my knee pain until I'm standing still (for some reason??) And the bat/cane combo is peak brain fr, multi-use mobility aids my beloved <3

ANYWAYS, have this neat little tf2 cane user doodles I whipped up <3

You guys can send me more mobility aid hedcanons for the mercs if u want!! I'd love to hear more, or even just design ideas for weaponized mobility aids >:) or how the mercs would personalize their stuff. ALTHO take everything I say with a grain of salt because other than some chronic joint pain I don't actually use any mobility aids :')

[frostbitebakery]

for @ferretrade

.Hashmarks

“I’ve seen a few troopers commemorating their kills with those,” Aayla comments, pointing her stylus at his collarbone where his shirt has slipped down.

It’s absolutely sweltering on this planet whose name Bly is saving in his long term memory just to avoid it in the future. Breathing feels like swallowing water, sitting still has him sweating more profusely than the 16-hour battle sims they endured during training. So of course his temp-regulating undersuit is shot to hell and their quartermaster is a mean bastard trying to teach him a lesson in taking better care of his stuff.

Bly had wanted to cry and beg for mercy.

Instead he had narrowed his eyes, nodded once in menacing silence, and turned back to his duties, hoping to instill at least some fear and regret in Q.

Aayla, his cruel savior, had crinkled her nose at him and offered a very large, very billowy shirt when he had sweat-squelched his way to their command tent. “It’s Quinlan’s, originally,” she had explained at his curious look. “He didn’t want it anymore.”

“Too many sleeves?” Bly had guessed hazardously.

So now he’s sitting in shorts and a billowy shirt at their shared desk, the collar constantly slipping off his shoulder because Vos is huge, and it’s an all-around aggravating situation. Except Aayla who’s lovely and can do no wrong, obviously. But who’s also taking an interest in his tattoos which Bly is not prepared for since his brain is actively melting.

“They’re for my batch mates,” he thus replies to her inquiry.

While the frown is settling into her features, her eyes flick down to count the marks.

Bly kind of wants to cringe. Oops.

“I thought batches were… decanted,” bless her for stumbling over that word, “in fives?”

He leans back, shrugs deliberately which has the added bonus of the shirt hiding the hashmarks again. “Now, yeah.”

“Cody, Wolffe, Fox,” she counts, her eyes boring into him. She’s like a massif with a bone, and there are moments Bly wants to be a chew toy. Sadly, this isn’t one of them. “I’m sorry about Ponds,” she says, means it with all her heart. “And you. I thought that was your batch?”

“Now. Yeah,” he repeats, half-smile lifting one side of his mouth. Does his best to not let the relief be palpable for her senses.

.Lightning

“Does it really have to mean anything when it looks this cool?” He almost cracks his neck trying to look at his back in the mirror. Lightning bolts strike out from his spine, wrapping around his upper arms like electric wings.

So cool.

“Your body, your choice,” Aayla says diplomatically.

Never mind the nay-sayers.

.Tic Tac Toe

“Ow,” Bly groans.

“Fucking tubie,” Squid hisses at him, bloody hands doing stuff way too fast for him to follow, “stop crying, it’s just a flesh wound.”

Holy hell, but the spots in front of his eyes do seem to grow larger. “You’re holding my innards,” he points out just as Squid throws away something bloody. “Don’t I still need that?”

“That was a wound pad, stupid.”

Wow, the black spots are in color now. “Mind the regs, soldier,” he slurs out.

Squid pulls a bandage - when did he do that? He’s incredible. He makes tattoos and medic stuff! - way too tight. “Commander Stupid,” he relents with another harsh pull. Bly pouts at him. “Congrats, you won the game.”

Bly weakly fist bumps the air. “Yay.”

.327

“Well,” he huffs out with a chuckle, leans back against the hull, “they’re my everything. Body, heart, soul. I’m ready to die for them.”

“They’re ready to die for you, too,” Aayla says quietly.

“Yeah.” He watches her roll the mug a trooper, long gone, made for her between her hands. “Wish they’d stop that.”

.Splinters

Squid wipes away the excess ink with ease and practice. “Well, it looks as stupid as you wanted it to. My work here is done.”

“Are you sure you can’t see the tattoo underneath?”

“Of course.” Squid pulls off the stained gloves, throwing him a judging side-eye. “No one will know what exactly you “hearted”, Commander.”

.Text

“Out of my way,” Aayla reads off his hand while he is unfairly under the influence of way too many drugs, “Rippin off my flesh, so you can’t recognize me, anymore.”

“I was an angsty youth,” he explains, maybe still sore about Wash forgetting the g in ripping.

She nods sagely. “That explains your taste in music.”

“I love polka.”

“No, the other one—“ She pats his hand which she’s still holding. His hand is so lucky. “Never mind. When you get out of here I’m introducing you to grunge and taking you flannel-shopping.”

His head is already nodding. His body is awesome at responding. “You’re like my sugar daddy,” he compliments her. Her and her twin. No, that can’t be right. He blinks and there’s only one Aayla again.

She snorts at him. “Showing you the holonet has been a mistake and keeps me up at night.”

.Flowers

“I wanna be a hi—,” Bly hiccups, fumbles with his drink before it goes all over Cody. “Hibi—“

“Hibiscus,” Fox suggests more drily than his drink.

“That one! I wanna be a hibiscus in my next life.” Just chilling in the sun all day, getting watered.

“I wanna be a spexcel sheet,” Cody says to the soaked through napkin which is stuck to his face but also to the table.

“We know,” the rest of them say in unison.

Man, being a hibiscus would be amazing. He will not remember this by morning.

Bly sits up in alarm at that revelation, spills his drink over Cody anyway. “I will not remember wanting to be a hibiscus,” he says, keeps his voice from wobbling by the skin of his teeth.

“You could write it on Cody the spexcel sheet to remember,” Wolffe suggests, pats Cody’s head when vague grunts of agreement sound from the napkin.

“Or,” Fox drawls out with a slow grin.

.

Bly very carefully tugs on the bandage with squinting eyes. The foil and adhesive separating from his skin is loud as fuck but needs must when it comes to facing the fallout of a drunken night. The bandage slowly reveals tender but well-healing skin, gold and a dark brown accentuating his skin.

He stares.

“This is not a hibiscus.”

[sunnie-angel]

Sunnieeee babyyy what do we think about femjay and marriage? Yay or nay? Does she even want to get married? Is she wife-ing you up or is she waiting for you to pop the question? Elopement or ceremony? WHERE does she take you for your honeymoon 😼

ooooh so i've been sitting on this ask for a bit (mostly because i start thinking about fem!jay in a tux and my brain stops working) but i love this question so much.

the question, of course, depends on when you ask her. at 15, it's an emphatic no. she hates the way that the question gets asked by the upper crust busybodies because she knows it's always with some strange faceless man in mind waiting for her at the altar. never mind that jay's never shown interest in a boy but her best friend, the assumption is there and she hates it.

at 21, fresh out of the pit and off a revenge streak, she'd laugh in your face (and riddle you with bullets, depending on who's doing the asking). she's the big bad red hood, you think she's gonna settle down? think she'd hand over her empire for a little ring and a bit of paper? fat chance. marriage didn't save her mother from a husband that was never around. talia's still pinning her hopes on a one day maybe. jay's got plans and none of those include marriage. who'd want her anyway?

you ask her when she's 23 and happily in love for the first time, well that's a different story. she's still got her hangups - the past doesn't let go so easily - but she wants to know why you want this. you start with the practical, legal reasons first. you're a vigilante and yeah you might get most of your medical treatment from secret facilities but i want to be allowed in the room for all the times you end up in the hospital. i might be under the hood's extra legal protections but there's a comfort in being legally tied to you too. then you move on to the emotional ones. i want to bring our families together to celebrate us. i want to stand up in front of the world and declare that i'm yours and you're mine. and well, it's everything that jay didn't know she wanted. answers the greedy, grasping parts of her hindbrain at the thought of publicly branding herself as yours and whoops suddenly the apartment is full of wedding planning materials. spring you said?

you asked, but she proposes. applies all her tactical knowledge to planning the perfect, meaningful proposal. she enlists the help of all of her many siblings, and thankfully it all goes to plan. she still manages to surprise you, jolts you into happy tears when she gets down on one knee and pulls out two matching rings.

the engagement goes off without a hitch, but the wedding? that very quickly spirals out of control. everyone has an opinion and your head's spinning with tablescape designs and flower arrangements and jay wants to help but she's worried about being just another opinion shouting in your ear. so jay calls in some favours from clark to borrow a photographer and gets you to clear the rest of your weekend. she takes you shopping with bruce's credit card, a fun little white cocktail dress she has you wear out of the store and into the courthouse. the two of you get married right there, with only the courthouse judge and two random witnesses you kidnap from the corridors. it's done! you two are married, and it's like this great weight is lifted from both of you. Mrs. and Mrs. Todd. The ceremony, the great tentpole party, that's for everyone else but this bit is just for the two of you.

your public ceremony is the event of Gotham society's year. even the daily globe over in metropolis prints a feature on it. but jay doesn't care because her wife - her wife! - is holding her hand and kissing her to the cheers of both of their families.

(tbh i don't think the honeymoon location matters so much because she is not letting you leave the bed for three days straight after 🤭)

[cheollipop]

Yay sleepover!! I recently got surgery so I have a semi nasty cut on my stomach at the moment and I was wondering if you could write a cute fluffy drabble on mingi or San helping replace the bandages but like the reader is a bit insecure about their stomach and is also not good with medical stuff so he just kisses their tummy as he helps them heal or something? Idk I just love your writing and just tired and in need of fluff haha

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

hello anonnie!! aah make sure you rest well and take care of yourself, I wish you a quick recovery!! ^^ this was honestly such a cute prompt ;; I hope it provides you with some comfort my darling <3

pairing: song mingi x gn!reader

w.c.: 0.5k

tags: fluff, established relationship, reader has a surgical wound/cut on her stomach, just mingi being the sweetest;;

happy reading~

“Min, I can do it myself,” you complained, toying with the hem of your shirt.

“And have your nurse yell at me again for not helping?” Mingi chuckled breathily, reassuring you with a look before gently replacing your hands with his own. He began pulling the material up to rest under your chest, running a gentle thumb over the peeling edges of the adhesive pad near your bellybutton.

“Ming-”

“Baby, relax,” he placed his palm down on your shoulder when you attempted to sit up, laying you back down on the mattress. “Let me do this for you.”

His eyes—wide and glimmering with adoration—fixed on your face, fingers tracing calming patterns over your skin while he asked for your permission to continue. A whispered “okay” brought a toothy smile to his plump lips, similar to a child given candy, before he ran off to wash his hands.

Settled back at your side with a pair of gloves covering his hands, he began peeling off the sticky dressing, caressing the reddened skin at which it was tugging as he removed it. He peeked at your face after every step, ensuring discomfort and pain never tainted your features. He babbled praise and nonsensical words while he cleaned the wound, things like “I couldn’t believe how a person could look that beautiful coming out of surgery,” all while he bore a genuine smile on his lips, his warm gaze moving between his hands and your flustered face, chuckling while he asked you keep still as you attempted to slap his shoulder.

Butterflies escaped your stomach, fluttering vivid wings within your entire body every time Mingi glanced at you, the infatuation and unending devotion evident in the dark irises, and you could almost see the future he had planned with you playing in his head while he took you in. You, with your hair in disarray and in dire need of a wash, body fatigued and eyes drooping, felt undeserving of this love, this care. And yet Mingi never stopped giving it, even when you denied his offer, he remained persistent, pushing it onto you until “no” ceased to be a usable response.

With deft fingers, he placed a clean pad onto the wound, throwing his gloves away and peering at your resting figure, eyes closed and breath even. Perhaps a little hurt, the past who-knows-how-many-minutes of compliments he’d assumed you were ignoring going unheard, he mooned over your relaxed state with a pout on his lips. He pried his eyes off you, leaning down to press fleeting kisses along the sides of the dressing, holding back his breath as to not wake you, simply basking in the warmth of your skin on his lips.

Covering you back up, he brought the duvet up to your shoulders, tucking you into bed with a final kiss to your forehead, then your eyelid, and finally your cheek. He just couldn’t help himself, because despite looking dishevelled, he needed you to know that his love for you goes beyond that. That he would part the sea for you if you’d drunkenly requested for it, that he was so stupidly devoted to you—in all your forms. That if all it took was his endless nagging and puppy eyes for you to concede, to yield for his care, then Mingi would continue to bat his eyelashes and annoy you into submission.

[3dlove]

BOOTING UP 3DLOVE . . . BIRTHDAY EDITION !

Hello and welcome all, it's that wonderful, scare-filled time of the year! A month-long birthday event won the poll, so here we all are, except this isn't a month long anymore because life Really didn't want me making this event. I cannot be stopped, though! This event consists of two concepts: Inbox trick or treating, as well as prompts with rewards for completing them as a little bonus for my birthday coming up! Extra event info under the cut, it's party time! ;D ☆

Trick or treatin' season ^_^

Inspired by a few other blogs I've seen doing similar concepts, this part of the event is quite simple. Send a 🎃 and a character (+ a theme, optionally) into my inbox and I'll spin a wheel to decide if you get a trick (joke/experimental edit) or treat (genuine edit with that good ol aqua 3dlove editing style™) and spin another wheel to see what type of edit you get.

If you decide to knock on my door with the intent of getting an edit, please keep in mind my blacklist when choosing what character you want to get something of, and please specify if there are any Halloween themes you do not want in your edit (ex; blood overlays, knives, medical stuff, etc)

The rotation of the Aqua around the sun 👍

I've survived another year of being alive, wow! For this joyous occasion, I've also prepared some prompts for the 20th of October until the 31st. Prompts can be submitted until the 3rd of November, just in case anyone needs to catch up! I went with Halloween themes, mostly, but also some stuff I thought would be fun and stuff I personally like. Because. Birthday! Me! Yay :D

Tag me in whatever you make for these prompts so I can see what you make, and optionally use the tag #aquaday2024 . If you complete the entire event (all 12 days) you get 6 edits from yours truly. If you complete half of the event (6-11 days) you get 3! Please keep in mind my blacklist when claiming rewards :)

20th: Edit something involving horror media. Any kind, whether it's a game, movie, show, anything.

21st: An edit featuring a character you love and a character you dislike/hate.

22nd: An edit using fall colors or motifs associated with fall (orange, brown, leaves, pumpkins, whatever you associate with autumn)

23rd: Edit something themed after vampires. Vampire themes, vampire characters, whatever you want!

24th: An edit themed after water, the ocean, aquatic life, characters who are related to these things, whatever you want :D

25th: Free day. Either take a break, or edit whatever you want!

26th: Edit something while trying to balance out creepy and cute aesthetics!

27th: Use this random aesthetic generator and try to make an edit based off of what the website generates.

28th: Edit something while trying to make it the opposite of your typical editing style. Usually use bright colors? Desaturate em! Use a lot of clipping masks? Try to use none, or as few as possible. If your style is complex, try doing something simple, etc.

29th: Planning to wear a costume on the 31st? Edit something based on it, or otherwise inspired by it! If you aren't dressing up, edit something based on your favorite Halloween scary thing (monsters, spiders, masked slashers, etc)

30th: It's my birthday, wow! Another free day, although if you do want to edit something, it's encouraged to edit something that reminds you of me, wink. No pressure, of course, as this day can also just be a little break before Halloween ^_^

31st: Go all out with Halloween related stuff, I dare you. Be as obnoxious as possible with things you associate with the holiday!

The scariest part of all..

Now that that's all out of the way, time for me to ask oh so nicely for some promo! No pressure if I've tagged you, as always ^_^

@rookmeo @xoxobyte @lovesick-level-up @ipcventurine @rwuffles @winecovered @gur0hana

[trashmouth-richie]

͎l͎͎e͎a͎͎v͎͎e͎ ͎m͎͎e͎ ͎i͎͎n͎ ͎t͎͎h͎͎e͎ ͎d͎a͎͎r͎͎k͎ 🦇🌑

a spooky tale of the night things went bump in Hawkins, the aftermath and how things had been affecting your boyfriend, Eddie months before you both were on the run.

tw: possession, ptsd, nightmares, drug use, cheating, vecna lives, mean!evil!Chrissy , mean!Eddie, a sprinkle of Steve and Dustin! yay we love them. Mike wheeler, ew! This runs the same course as season 4, I just thought it would be cool to see Eddie’s life before spring break of ‘86 and what it would be like if he had a girlfriend, you baby— that’s you!

eddie x fem! reader

“No, no!” 

  He could feel the razor sharp teeth sinking into his flesh, gouging his sides like butter under a hot knife. It was all too real. 

  It always was. 

  The nightmares presented around the anniversary of that day. The day you almost lost him. 

  You did what you always had, holding him close to your own body, pressing your lips to the plains of his shoulder blades, running the pads of your fingers over the pink marred scars delicately to remind him it was just a nightmare. 

  That he was safe with you.

  You weren’t around when it happened. he didn’t want you down there, instead your position was right side up with erica and Lucas at the Creel House. 

  “I’ll be fine,” He had teased, rolling his eyes as you fretted and pouted that you couldn’t go with him. He kissed the knuckles of your right hand, those infamous dimples dipped into his cheeks, “I’ll be right back.”

  Only he wasn’t right back.

  He was choking on his own blood when Steve hoisted him through the gate into the disheveled remnants of the Munson trailer. 

  A day burned into your memory. A day he still suffered from. No matter the amount of medications he was on to help numb the nightmares. 

  “It's okay Eddie,” you whispered softly into his skin, “you’re here with me,” 

  His shoulders begin to release the tension he was holding, fist gripped hands softened as much as the guitar calluses would allow. 

  He shifted his weight to his other hip, facing you. His puffy eyes moved erratically trying to gain security in your face as you smiled softly at him. 

  His hand presses to your chest to feel your heartbeat trying to mimic his breathing to yours. He’s warm, sweaty and hair a nest around his face.

  He would take it all back if he could— selling to that bitch Chrissy to make a quick buck. Running and hiding at Rick’s. Dodging your phone calls because you had been in another fight about whether or not he could just move hellfire so Lucas would be there, and why he was selling to Chrissy.  

  Moves and counter moves. And those 4 days, Eddie had made the worst ones. 

  “‘m sorry, fuck, I’m so sorry.” 

  Years had passed and it still felt like it was yesterday. The red lightning striking behind his eyelids every night before he went to sleep, a reminder of the world that crawled with demons and creatures beneath his feet, just aching for another gate to open and make the two worlds collide. 

  The embarrassment hung heavy on his features, tinging his marble cheeks pink, a silvery tear fell from his grove of lashes. 

  Guilt riddled through him from those days, and the months leading up to it, he had no idea what was happening.

  He promised Steve and the others that he wasn’t a hero, then cut the sheet and rammed through the door to give them all time.

  Scoffed and told you he’d be fine then ended up laying in a puddle of his own blood, Dustin screaming for him to stay awake. 

  Swore to Wayne that he would graduate that year, but ended up hospital bound for months and missed graduation again.

  Flashes of your face, your eyes, the sweet nectar of your lips played through his mind. Your voice was the only thing he heard, maybe it was the loss of blood that numbed him, he wasn’t sure. But one thing remained, your voice was the only thing he could hear.

“Ed please, please let me come with. I wanna be with you.” 

  Your relationship was hanging on by threads in March of ‘86. He had loved you for years, knew every single freckle and imperfection on your skin. He loved the way you had shown up to every concert cheering for them when the bar was silent and empty. He had been the one to teach you a little about cars when you sat on the ground beside him watching as he cranked a wrench this way or that. He knew the spots to kiss below your ear to summon the pretty noises, just for him. 

  You were the love of his life, and he was yours. Two outcasts finding each other and sticking like glue. 

  But the past year had been hard on him, he was back in school again, super senior times two, and he fell deep into the facade the town had molded him into. He was angry, feeling the weight of the heavy chip on his shoulder, the pounding ache in his skull.

  It wasn’t your fault, but somehow you were the easiest to push away. 

  He became mean, became everything they thought he was, leaning into his reputation. And as much as he fooled the others you knew that wasn’t the Eddie you had fallen for. 

  The Eddie you knew was sweet. And not just a nice guy but affectionate in ways you didn’t know anyone could be. 

  He’d open doors for you, carry your books to class, pick you up before school and drop you off every day, even on days you worked at the bar wiping slimy tables, he’d wait for you shift to be over, tipping and whistling when you walked away, letting the whole bar know you were his girl. 

  He wrote mushy songs about his love for you that would make the rest of the band gag. Promising you the moon and the stars while laying out on the top of his van, Eddie was wrapped around your finger, just as much as you were around his. 

  November was the month she had left, and it was always tough for him, but that year it ate at him. The pain from abandonment spread like wicked vines in his chest and he lashed out at anyone who crossed him. 

  It hurt when he started picking fights, bickering over what songs you played in your car, tossing the tapes out the window, laughing when you got mad. It hurt worse when he ignored you all together, heated fights ending with him unplugging his phone from the wall jack, not wanting to hear your pleas. 

  He stopped calling, stopped staying for your shift at the bar, claiming he had something else to do. DnD and weed became his only escape, usually finding solace in your arms, your kisses, but he had outgrown them, outgrown you. 

  That day was the same as any other Friday. 

  He had picked you up for school, wearing his hellfire shirt and greeting you with a sleepy smile and a morning cigarette, one he had inhaled and held while he pressed his lips to yours, only breaking away and pushing the smoke from his lungs and into yours when they were screaming. 

  “You look pretty, who’s the lucky guy?”

  It was a running joke between you, but somehow the joke fell flat when it was rumored that Chrissy Cunningham was seeking him out. 

  you blew the smoke between your lips and settled into the velour seats of his van, “oh just some curly haired metal guy, always wears the old leather jacket we found in Indianapolis three years ago, super good lookin’ kind of a dick, lately.” 

  He scrubs his hands down his face, “c’mon babe don’t start this shit again.” 

  You were still hurting from your argument last night, he just couldn’t understand how it was a big deal that Chrissy seeked him out to do special k with her, at his trailer, alone. 

  “I’m not starting anything, I just think her intentions are more than getting high.” 

  “It’s an easy sixty bucks, triple what it’s worth— I’d be stupid to turn it down.” 

  “Or just stupid to do it.” 

  The two of you had argued for hours over this, ending the phone call with a slam into the receiver on Eddie’s end. And tear stained pillows on yours. 

  Crazy to think now how that was what was killing you, your boyfriend who was pushing you away. 

  You were so naive, then. Not knowing that within a day's time, Chrissy would be found dead in Eddie’s trailer and he would be missing. And whatever her intentions truly were wouldn’t matter. 

  “No need to apologize,” you whispered into the dark, fingers moving his bangs from his face. 

  He pulled away, reaching for the lamp on his side table and pulling his knees to his chest. “Thought I was past this shit.” 

  “Your doctor said the possibility of them coming back is higher than them leav—”

  “I know—” he barked, rubbing the heel of his palm into his eye, “sorry, fuck I’m tired of it— it’s been six years!” 

-

After Hellfire was over, Eddie paid Mike to make sure you got home safe, which led to you throwing the velvet bag of dice at his chest, demanding answers. 

  “So I’m not allowed to be at your place when she’s there?!” your finger nails dug into your jeans as your hands pressed into your hips. 

  “Oh here we go—“ Eddie breathed out annoyed, “it’ll take a half hour, tops.”

  “so since it won’t be that long it shouldn’t be a problem for me to be there when Chrissy and her skanky ponytail show up, right?” 

  “Well, I’m driving her there.” 

  You almost laughed in his face at his hurtful joke, but when he peered down at you, you knew his dimples wouldn’t show up and he’d tickle your sides kissing you frantically and laughing. 

  He was serious. 

  Driving that cheap tramp to his place, making a sale, doing k and then what? You could see the web she was stringing along, and you knew he did too. He was just playing dumb. 

  “.. wow munson, (a name you only called him when you were mad) hope she swallows.” 

  Rolling his eyes he muttered, “Jesus Christ sweet—” 

  “Don’t sweetheart me!” You said shoving his chest with all your might, he didn’t even tip back onto his heels. “You can use the sixty dollars to pay for your new script when you catch something.” 

  “Grow up, it’s not like that,” he grumbled, blowing you off and walking away from you. 

  “Really?” You chirped, following him to the back of his van, “tell me what it is like then, because last time I checked- I didn’t have guys over at my house without you.”

  “It’s just a sale,” he gritted through his teeth, slamming the back of the van door, “don’t fucking pretend like you weren’t doing the same shit before we started fucking.”

  That was exactly your point. And the fact that he could say it and not even bat an eye or see what her intentions were was fucking insane. 

  Your tongue pressed into your cheek and you ripped his guitar pick necklace from your neck, and threw it as his reeboks, “fuck you.”

  Stomping over to Nancy Wheeler’s station wagon, you hopped in the passenger seat. 

  “Drive Wheeler.”

  “Huh?” Mike said confused and nervous that he was the one to drive you home. 

  “Fucking drive!” 

-

  Whatever could have or would have happened between Chrissy and Eddie never did, she was dead within ten minutes of being at the trailer. 

  And Eddie fled, making a pit stop to grab the only thing important to him, the only one who would believe him, you. 

  You had never seen him like that before. His eyes were wider than they ever were. At first you thought he was fucked up on some bad shit, maybe Chrissy convinced him to do some coke or even worse. 

  “Aww the princess wouldn’t put out?.” You seethed before attempting to slam the door in his face, he caught it with a thick hand and shoved his way in. 

  His face was ghost-white pale, eyes wide and scary like he was a little kid and witnessed a true monster lurking beneath his bed. 

  “Shut up, we have to— c’mon,” he grabbed your wrist and drug you up the stairs to your bedroom, once there he began opening up your drawers and tossing clothes onto your bed. 

  “What the hell are you doing?” you protested, trying to stop him from ripping your entire room apart. 

  “I can’t,” and this was the first time you saw your boyfriend break, he was always strong, holding you when your own mom left with her many boyfriends, brushing your tears away at the end of a sad movie, but here he was, tears stinging his eyes, crying while he held a combination of his clothes that you kept in your dresser and yours. “…can’t explain— right now, please baby, fuck please! Help me!” 

  you did as you were told, opting to ask questions later, you nearly tripped down the stairs with how hard Eddie was dragging you behind him, he stopped in the kitchen and grabbed the first food items he could think of, and thirty seconds later you were in his van, watching him wipe tears from his eyes as he sped through town. 

—

He had never told you the most frightening part of his nightmare, and it wasn’t the bats or vecna or the way he felt like he was suffocating. Or Chrissy’s body snapping like a fucking twig under a bears claw, it was worse than all of that. 

  “It’s the same thing over and over again,” Eddie said between puffs of a cigarette, your warm hand rubbing his back like you always did on bed nights,  “I’m lying there almost dead, and I can see Henderson, feel the bats teeth, but…”

  “It’s okay Eddie, it was traumatizing— but you’ve come a long way, and I’m so proud of you.”

  The truth is what scared him the most. 

-

  “You’re scaring me Eddie,”

  “Yeah- well I’m pretty fucking scared right now too, I have no idea what I— fuck I’m losing my mind.” 

  His foot was pressed flush with the floor, no time for stop signs. 

  “Just tell me what happened so I can help!” you yelled, unable to calm yourself out of fright.

   He turned to look at you and you swore he aged 10 years, “She’s fucking dead, I don’t know how, I don’t know why. She flung into the air like a fucking squirrel or some shit and then she- she, and then she snapped.” 

  “She snapped? Like she went crazy? Like a witch?”

  “What? No, not like a witch! She snapped like her bones fucking snapped and then she fell to the ground and she was— dead.” 

  “Jesus.” 

  “We need to hide, it won’t take very long for someone to notice there’s a dead bitch in my living room.”

  —  

  “You were right.” 

  “What?”

  “She— Chrissy, she wasn’t there that night to buy from me. I didn’t, I swear to you, I had no idea.” 

  “It was so long ago Eddie, it doesn't matter now.” 

  “It does..”

  -

  “I wanna be with you.” 

  Running from the cops, finding out about the upside down and helping your new found friends discover vecna and his curse still couldn’t stop you and Eddie from bickering. 

  He was pissed that you had dove in the water after Robin and Nancy, even more pissed when you resurfaced and found you helping Nancy wrap up a badly bleeding Steve. 

  You were mad that he ate all the honey comb back at Rick’s before you even woke up, leaving you with a rumbling stomach and a growing hatred for him. 

  And worst of all, you were still upset that you were both in this mess. Imagine if he had just listened to you and Chrissy would have died at her own house or better yet at Jason’s. You and Eddie wouldn’t be reeking like an ogre’s armpits and your socks and underwear wouldn’t be soggy.

  And now he didn’t even want you with him.

  “I’ll be fine,” he said with an eyeroll, his chin dipping into the green vest, “I’ll be right back.” 

  -

  Chrissy didn’t come over for drugs, the minute her door slammed in the van she was all over him, rubbing his thigh and walking her nails up his chest. 

  It felt good to be wanted by someone else. He wouldn’t deny it. He felt like you were his past and he wanted something new, something… more. 

  Someone like Chrissy Cunningham. 

  She wasn’t prettier than you were, but she was cute, and he had a crush on her for as long as he could remember. 

  Plus, her boyfriend was the biggest asshole in all of Hawkins High so how great would it be to find out his girlfriend was cheating on him with the freak? 

  He thought of you.

  His girl.

  Your smile, your witty little jokes, the way your curves felt in his hands, how you were the first girl to actually give a shit about him. 

  He loved you, goddamn he fucking loved you. 

  He started second guessing everything that was happening. Suddenly Chrissy’s nails felt like talons and her perfume smelled like rancid rotting fruit, he pushed her away in disgust, and her eyes flickered a sinister shade of milky blue. 

  But before anything could happen, before her lips could even touch his, and before he could tell her to get out and find another way home, she was dead. 

  —

Blood was fountaining from his mouth, he made Dustin promise to take care of the others. And before Dustin could beg him to stay, he heard your voice. Pretty and musical, 

  Eddie bear. 

  You had called to him like an angel. 

  My sweet sweet Eddie, how fucking dumb are you? 

  He couldn’t get away from it, he tried to focus on Dustin’s voice but it was no use. 

  I’m glad you’re dying, you worthless fuck. Now you can lie with that whore, forever. 

—

  “I— I know it was Vecna, but it— fuck baby it’s your voice.” 

  You didn’t cry easily, not anymore. But the tears hit the tops of Eddie’s bare shoulder before you can catch them. And you sob into his neck. 

  “I love you, sweet girl— I’m sorry I’m so sorry.” 

  It wasn’t a secret how much you didn’t like Chrissy, even now when she’s been buried for years you still couldn’t forgive her. 

  You had heard what her plans were when you were stacking paint supplies for Ms. Greenly in the supply closet earlier that week. Her locker was right next tk the closet door snd you could hear everything she was saying. 

   She was talking to Carol about her plans of seducing Eddie, how he had become so hot this past year, how Jason wasn’t filling her needs anymore. But maybe if she got under some trailer trash like Eddie— it would help her appreciate how good she had it. 

  She had just wanted to use him for her own benefit, using the fact that he had liked her years before to win him over. 

  “Plus,” she added, “have you seen the dog he’s dating? Barf.” 

  You may pried open her locker after that, and you might have poured red paint on her Pom poms. But it wasn’t anything she didn’t deserve. 

  Eddie never told you about what he heard when he was fighting for his life that night. 

-

  You had cried so hard when Steve rolled up to the creel house and hollered for you to get in, Eddie was sprawled in the back nearly dead. You jumped in beside him, holding his head in your hands and asking a frantic Dustin what had happened. 

  The rest of the days were a blur. Eddie was stable but in extreme amounts of pain. Feeling guilty that he was the one to come back and Max was still in a coma, bones shattered like Chrissy’s were. 

  You rarely left, visiting every hour you could and sharing Eddie’s hospital bed. 

  “I’m sorry baby, I’m so fucking sorry,” he repeated it almost every hour, you thought it was for him almost dying and refusing to let you come with, but now you understood. 

Six years has passed and you both left Hawkins the week after he was cleared from the hospital. Both unable to stomach the idea of staying in a town that quite frankly was formed on the hubs of hell. 

  Hawkins was your home, but it was filled with toxic memories. Ones that you and Eddie had put behind you, ones that never got brought up. 

  You were in love again, no longer fighting, promising to be together until you were both old and gray. Eddie was the same boy you fell in love with in the band room years before, sweet as can be. Your hero. 

  And maybe it was Vecna’s curse brewing that wedged between you and Eddie to begin with. Vecna saw that he was valuable, much more use to him as a leader among an army of the undead than just an undead soldier. 

  That was Will’s theory at least, explaining why Eddie was distancing himself, why his head hurt all the time why he became so mean and vile, and why he was driving you away. 

  Vecna acted through Chrissy, taunting and teasing him, coming into his dreams and promising him power, riches, and companionship. 

  The nightmares were like a ticking clock, acting on the same four chimes as Vecna worked, four nights of hell for not obeying his orders, for not joining him. 

  For now, he waited in the shadows. He’d wait for however long it took. Waiting for his right hand Kas, to return. 

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my girl and @sowhumpshaped's boy interacting bc yippee yahoo yay (yes that anon was me. again. i should really sign my anons lmfao)

also this is like a weird mix of my pet verse and theirs, tried to keep things consistent but i have adhd memory so do not count on it!! 🫡

anyways,

rayan couldn't believe it. not only had he finally, after years of attempts, been approved for his pet owner's license, but he was also heading to the shelter - not as a volunteer this time, but to finally, finally pick out a pet of his very own.

to say he was excited was an understatement, truly, but he also felt a little bad as he approached the building. he'd been so busy recently, he hadn't been in for volunteer work for a solid two weeks. he supposed it was all worth it now, though.

he only felt more and more excited, almost giddy, as he was brought back towards the kennels. no more pining and yearning, when he left this building, it'd be with his very own pet right by his side.

he already recognized most of the faces he passed, but he still bothered to go kennel-by-kennel anyways. this was possibly the most important decision he'd ever make, and he was going to take it very seriously.

there was one he didn't recognize, though. all the way in the back, curled up as small as possible on its bed, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, was a pet he'd never seen before. he couldn't even really make out any distinctive features, with the way it was hiding its face in its arms. it was blonde, he could at least say that, with floppy little dog ears of a matching color, but he couldn't pick out much else.

"when did this one get in?" he asked, frowning in sympathy. one of the other volunteers - who he admittedly didn't know very well - glanced at the pet in question and sighed.

"last week, i think." they said. "real nasty case. she was confiscated from her last owner after heavy suspicions of abuse, the pet hospital sent her here once she didn't need constant medical attention anymore."

they clicked their tongue derisively. "i don't know how someone could do that to their pet." they sighed again. "either way, she's very skittish. doesn't bite, though. not even if you corner her."

so it's a girl. rayan thought distantly, blinking silently as he processed that load of information.

"that's- that's horrible!" he spluttered, once his brain finally caught up with him. he glanced back at the kennel. the pet inside had raised her head a little bit, and he could make out one shining green eye looking warily at him. "what- what happened?"

the volunteer spun their ring of keys around their finger, before selecting one and unlocking the gate to the kennel. "see for yourself."

electing not to comment on that weirdly ominous answer, he obliged and stepped inside the kennel. almost immediately, the pet inside shrunk back, like she could somehow manage to retreat even further into the far corner of the space.

rayan frowned, his eyebrows knitting together in worry. he didn't want to scare her anymore - the poor thing had probably already been scared enough for several lifetimes. so, with a soft grunt, he got down and sat on the kennel floor, a good six feet away from her.

"hi." he said, giving his best encouraging smile. "i'm rayan. i'm not going to hurt you." he kept his tone as soft and soothing as he possibly could. he eyed the tag on her collar, too far away to actually read it. "could i know your name too?"

she just stared at him for a few moments, sizing him up with her one visible eye, before slowly, cautiously rising to her hands and knees and taking a single step out of her bed.

and the moment she turned to fully face him, he immediately understood what the other volunteer meant by see for yourself.

only one of her eyes had been visible because the other was completely missing. almost the entire left side of her face, only ending less than an inch above her mouth, was made up of the rough scar tissue left by severe burns. where her left eye would have been, there was simply a shallow divot.

it took everything in him not to visibly recoil, because he knew it'd be interpreted the wrong way. the poor thing would probably think he was disgusted by her, when in reality, he was nearly floored by the depths of the cruelty she'd had to endure. even her tail, which was tucked firmly between her legs at the moment, had an odd bend to it, like it had been broken and healed crooked.

as she got closer to him, he could see just how terribly she was trembling, the way her ribs were clearly visible against her flesh. her single eye held so much fear, and her ears were pinned back against her skull, yet she continued to approach anyways.

until finally, she sat down in front of him, hunched and small and afraid. he wanted so badly to just reach out and comfort her, but he knew that escalating that quickly would likely scare her more.

slowly, so she could still keep a close eye on his movements and back away if she felt threatened, he reached for her collar. black leather - heavy duty, but impersonal. "NANA" was engraved on the front of the tag in bold, capital letters. The back was bare.

"nana." he repeated. her gaze immediately snapped from his hand back to his face. "is that your name?"

after a few hesitant seconds, she gave a single nod.

he smiled. "it's nice to meet you, nana." he said. "would it be okay if i pet you?"

she looked almost incredulous that he was asking, but nodded again anyways.

the moment his hand started to card through her hair, it was like her demeanor did a complete 180. she all but melted into the touch, leaning heavily into his hand as he scratched behind her ears. he could even see her tail starting to wag out of the corner of his eye.

poor thing. he thought sadly. is this really all it takes?

"you were just scared, weren't you?" he said. "scared i was gonna hurt you..." he couldn't even entertain the thought. "well, everything's okay. i'm not gonna hurt you, see?"

to his shock, she stepped closer again, and curled up in his lap, looking up at him with and eye full of pleas for more pets. he couldn't help but laugh to himself as he obliged.

"so," the volunteer from earlier said, nearly sending rayan jumping out of his skin - he'd forgotten they were there! "think you've found a keeper?" they gave him a knowing smile.

he looked down at the pet curled up in his lap, feeling the joy of finally achieving his dream once again.

he beamed as brightly as he could. "i- yeah! i think i did!"

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It's a SFM poster, yay! ^_^

Just Hugo (my Medic OC) and Carl (@/strangeartistic's Medic OC) having some beers at a bar

(Kinda based on an interaction these two have)

You can interact or send ask to Carl here:-

(Make sure you read the pinned post there first.)

.....

Also I might not be able to finish the SFM posters for FixTF2 in time (3/6) because I am not feeling that well currently (flu and headache), so yeah ^^'

Oh, and don't forget to sign the petition if you haven't yet.

That's all. Have a nice day, guys! :D

[cephalonserotonin]

Devstream 179 Notes

Thank you for your patience as I get this out about a week late; I've had multiple family obligations the past few weeks which have, alas, cut into my warframe time.

Apparently the Stug is a Top Gear reference (Kaz is wearing a motorcycle helmet and doesn't speak for a good 20 minutes, it's actually kind of annoying) A new devstream face on the left: Nikita, principal weapons artist!

1999 Hype Dripfeed

(to catch up those unaware: first referenced in last year's tennocon, and barely begun in the Whispers in the Walls update, Warframe 1999 is the game's "next chapter," unexpectedly taking place during what seems to be the age of the apple II and Y2K, featuring "protoframes" and the good works of Nine Inch Nails.)

Tennocon 2024 merch is retro 1999 and awesome: the physical merch pack includes a very cool USB key, and the digital pack includes a dope syandana

YAY the Aoi teaser, it is absolutely worth rewatching

Concept art for Arthur, Aoi, PINK ATOMICYCLE!

Protea Prime next this week

Protea Prime herself and her awesome trailer have come out since I took these notes, so I'm just going to link the prime access trailer and website promo instead of my usual preview descriptions. Definitely watch the trailer, it's....inspiring. We've had such banging soundtracks for the prime trailers lately!

May 15 "Interim" Update:

Will bring next season of Nightwave; the current season will end on that day, and the next will start two hours later (on the same day; how nice, I hate waiting that extra week). Comes with a set of "daybreak" skins for the nukor, glaive, kubrows (?), and the ✨CEDO✨(my Lavos bias comes through)

Some tennogen skins, nice to see skins for less represented boys Revenant and Baruuk. There will be another batch of tennogen in the Jade Shadows that includes a skin for Lavos (hype).

💚 Update 36: Jade Shadows💚

Lore focusing on the Stalker coming from a Post-TNW perspective

I got really excited because Rebb used "they" for the Stalker (who I think has always previously been he/himd?)

Jade: the 57th warframe! She's somewhat but not wholly angelic: light is the theme, but there is "choral flavour." Pablo describes her kit as "support and debuffing enemies"

Lore focusing on the Stalker coming from a Post-TNW perspective

I got really excited because Rebb used "they" for the Stalker (who I think has always previously been he/himd?)

Jade: the 57th warframe! She's somewhat but not wholly angelic: light is the theme, but there is "choral flavour." Pablo describes her kit as "support and debuffing enemies"

Honestly I think her wings are giving more Peacock

They wanted to include more direct visual inspiration on the Stalker's weapons but they were determined "too edgy" lol. But they're still Stalker-inspired. She has Evensong (Jade!Dread, which I'm especially excited for), Cantare (Jade!Despair, which I hope has better stats than the OG), and Harmony (Jade!Hate)

The Stalker has a Landing Craft Skin called "Terror." Which is very cohesive with the rest of the Stalker aesthetic.

Operation: Belly of the Beast: A clan operation that will launch with Jade Shadows.

There's a new eximus :( the Jade Light Eximus :( "Parvos Granum is up to something" 😨

also Yareli Deluxe is a thing

As an aside, Kaz, freed from the Stug bit, is rocking the Gideon Nav energy 😎

Another helping of QOL:

Adjusting the "rubber" necks of frames: "Warframes aren't prey, they're predators".

Alchemy in the circuit! As an enjoyer of both the alchemy game mode and the circuit (and not a fan of its defense or assassination), this is welcome for me!

Apparently the AI level changes are important for crossplay; "a bouquet of QOL" that will bring a better experience for many.

Medical debt bond drop rates adjusting includes a replacement for the credits reward in bounties. and there was much rejoicing.

Here Comes Pablo's Rant: impending enemy scaling & status effects rework

As with all of Pablo's mechanics overviews, I recommend watching (or reading) this yourself if you want a deeper look. He's always very informative.

"A lot of this may change" off to a great start

Devs are considering adding a damage cap for enemy armor and adjusting the damage resistance function of armor. reasoning: armor strip should be a viable strategy but not an absolute requirement for higher level play.

Status type mechanics will be simplified: type effectiveness bonuses are now going to be by faction instead of by flesh/armor/shield material -> with exceptions:: Kuva Grineer, Amalgam Corpus, Deimos Infested

Buffing some less used status effects: Cold will now fully freeze enemies, which doubles crit bonus Gas will be more visible visually (but mechanically the same) Magnetic…will depend on how the shield rework goes (yay playtesting). Blast "will be blasty." I've been hoping for a Blast buff for AGES so I'm excited to see what we get from that admittedly very vague teaser.

You can tell he knows the fanbase is already going to flame him for even coming close to nerfing viral/heat/slash, because he said several times they are not being altered. We love you Pablo.

Semi-auto weapons are going to have automatic (not needing to re-click) shooting mode, but (similarly with the shield gating rework last year) you'll be able to keep your semiautomatic flavour with a new mod that disables this new functionality in exchange for a big buff. Effectively replacing Shred with another high-damage, high-punch-through mod.

Key art is from Warframe's official devstream overview; stream screenshots are my own.

[bluekittyworld]

There is Karma [Final, Happy Ending]

This is the Happy Ending to the fic, you can read the alternative Sad Ending instead :) Thank you for the likes! Requests are open!

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Chapter 4

Sad Ending

After the operation the baby boy was healthy, but you were in a coma. Yoongi stayed by your side he felt too guilty to look at the baby, Taehyung took care of the baby boy while everyone waited for you to wake up. Yoongi kept caressing your hand and left kisses on your forehead now and then, asking you to wake up over and over again. Taehyung carried his nephew around in his arms, the baby really did look like Yoongi, he hated Yoongi, but he loved his nephew and couldn’t stop kissing him.

Yoongi made so many promises to you over the past 18 hours, he just desperately wanted you to wake up. Yoongi did finally muster up the courage to have a look at the baby, he was sleeping peacefully in Taehyung’s arms, the baby really looked a lot like himself he thought, and a small smile crept up to his face, just then he felt something move under his grip, it was your hand. He looked back at you, and you were starting to wake up, the hospital lights being too bright and you closing your eyes again, Yoongi was overjoyed he took your hand and repeatedly kissed it.

“______, my baby girl made it!” he said, which caught Taehyung’s attention and he rushed over to you.

As if on cue, the doctor came in too, he did some tests on you, such as how your pupils respond to light, your breathing and heart rate. He asked you a few questions, but you were too weak to respond just yet, so you just nodded, thankfully your memory was fine too. He recommended you stay in the hospital for 2 more days under supervision before you can go home.

Your wrist was stinging and hurt a lot, you looked up to your side and saw Yoongi, you remembered what you did to yourself because of him, you snatched your hand back from his grip. He was hurt at your reaction but just smiled at you.

“_____ I love you” Yoongi said.

You felt like you were hallucinating, you put your hand over your tummy and felt it was flat, you had one more month right, you thought to yourself. Being under so much medication, your brain wasn’t thinking straight, and you started crying “My baby” you sobbed.

Tapping your shoulder, Taehyung smiled at you and tilted his arm carefully showing you the baby.

“The baby is fine; my nephew is healthy and beautiful like his mother” Taehyung then proceeded to snort at Yoongi.

“Our baby is fine” Yoongi whispered.

You looked back at him, you weren’t hallucinating he was actually there, and ‘our’, how did he know?

As if Yoongi could read your thoughts “Tae told me, it’s my baby, I mean ours” he gently spoke to you.

“Move” Taehyung pushed Yoongi away on his swivelling stool.

“_____, what are you naming him?” Taehyung asked you.

“Taehyun, like you said” you smiled back, seeing your baby up close, he had so many of Yoongi’s features. 

“Yay, Min Taehyun” Taehyung was ecstatic.

“You’re not even going to ask the father?” Yoongi fake sulked, making you chuckle a little.

“I like it though, Min Taehyun, our little Taehyun” Yoongi smiled.

Taehyung left you and Yoongi for a little while for privacy.

“______, I’m so sorry, I am not getting married to anyone, I was just jealous to see you pregnant and assumed someone else was the father.” Yoongi took you hand and kissed it.

He carried on, “I initially started off to hurt you, but somewhere along the way I fell for you, I started to genuinely love you, that’s why I cut off all contact with you after that night, and forced myself to like someone else, but it didn’t work, I… I am so sorry, ____ I love you, l love you, I love you so much” his voice cracked near the end.

You squeezed his hand which was gripping onto yours, you nodded, you don’t know if this relationship will be a good idea or not, but you still loved Yoongi and wanted to give it a chance.

The following day, Yoongi came back as soon as the visiting hours started, 10 minutes later Taehyung was there too, he didn’t go into work just so he could spend more time with his nephew.

Yoongi got down on his knee by your beside and took out a box from his jacket, “_____ will you marry me?” he asked.

Taehyung was amused watching this scene and took a secret video of you both. You looked down at Yoongi, purposely taking extra-long to answer.

“Hmm… I think…” you said slowly.

Yoongi’s smile was turning into distress by the second, you liked teasing him though.

“Yes” you said loud and clear as he slipped the ring onto your finger, it was a beautiful VVS cut diamond, by Graff, you were impressed, Yoongi spent money on you as if it was nothing.

Yoongi hugged you tightly and cried into your shoulder, you patted his back.

“Why are you crying?” you asked gently.

“I just, I love you _____, thank you for saying yes, I have our wedding planned already, you just need to pick your dress, on the 12th of the next month we’re getting married.” Yoongi sobbed.

“You already booked everything? What if I didn’t say yes?” you joked.

“No please don’t say that” Yoongi silenced you with a kiss.

“EWWW, there’s a child here, do you mind” Taehyung joked, covering Taehyun’s eyes, the baby was already fond of his uncle. Both you and Yoongi laughed.

It was your wedding day, your father had come to terms with you again, although you just invited him and your stepmother for formality and the press. Taehyung took care of your baby throughout the ceremony; it wasn’t a huge ceremony, but everything was beautiful and more than perfect, after all Min Corporation’s youngest son was getting married.

Yoongi made time to celebrate the monthly anniversary, you did forget sometimes but he never did. He loved as much as you loved him, if not more. The monthly celebrations carried on for the first 2 years, but you were more than happy, each moment with him was special, he never let you feel unloved.

Taehyung soon found the love of his life, but still loved your son unconditionally. You also loved his daughter which he soon had after his marriage.

On your 6th anniversary you found out you were carrying another baby, a girl this time, Taehyun was already 7 years old now and was more than happy for his little sister to arrive.

30 years had passed now, Taehyun had a son of his own on the way, your daughter-in-law was a sweet angel herself, soon you and Yoongi were going to become grandparents.

“So ______ babygirl, we're becoming grandparents soon” Yoongi laughed and shook his head in amusement.

“Babygirl? I’m all old and wrinkly now” you snorted.

“Still my babygirl” he winked and ruffled your hair, as he leaned in for a kiss.

"I love you" you whispered.

"I love you more babygirl" he replied.

A/N: How was my first fanfic? :)

You can read an alternative sad ending which carries on from the previous chapter. Requests are open!

Thank you!

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[trans-advice]

Hello. I started HRT a couple months ago (yay!) and in the past couple months things have been...hard. I haven't really noticed a lot of changes physically, I still look like me. But the worst part is I think I've been having reactions/side effects/whatever else instead.

I don't want to stop my transition. Social transition isn't enough to stop me from hating what I see in the mirror everyday. But I'm afraid if I tell my doctor about how bad I'm feeling that she'll make me quit HRT completely.

What should I do?

First of all, I don't know your side effects & I'm not a doctor. That being said bodily autonomy is a human right, and I want you to live.

I don't know your region, but look into what it would take to get another doctor, because if you have an idea about how exiting would work, then it can be easier to advocate for yourself.

Secondly, I guess I'd try to figure out which features you'd like to see more of with your body just to see whether those can be pursued via other medical methods your doctor can maybe help out with in terms of helping with referals or whatever. Yes, I get money & gatekeeping are issues, but I think talking about other methods & harm reduction could help with the discussion with your doctor when you say you still want some sort of medical transition, such as HRT.

If things get bad, if you are in USA or Canada, I would recommend translifeline because they're abolitionist.

Good Luck, Peace & Love,

Eve

[lonelier-version-of-you]

Well, we got one brilliant episode of Casualty tonight!

I wasn't really sure what it was exactly going to be like when I first read about the concept of it featuring segments with real-life NHS medics, but I was happy to give it a chance because many of my favourite episodes of Casualty (and Holby) have been format-breaking in some way - and I'm glad I did, because as it turns out, it was amazing. Much like the improvised paramedic special a few months ago that I also loved, despite not being sure about the idea at first.

And this episode had two things going for it for me from the off: Faith Cadogan didn't feature, and Eli Ebrahimi was in it. I love Eli.

Seriously, getting Eli back, even if only for this episode, was absolutely wonderful. I didn't realise how much I've missed him! I'd be more than happy for him to stay on Casualty forever, haha. I'm glad he got more to do than I thought he would - when it was about halfway through the episode and he hadn't shown up yet, I was worried we'd only get to see him briefly, so I was so pleased he turned out to have quite a big role to play in the storyline.

I am a bit sad he didn't get scenes with Dylan. I would've loved to see them interact - as someone who firmly believes Eli is autistic, I'd love for him to form a friendship with Dylan. But seeing him get scenes with Stevie was just as good, because I love them both! And besides, he could quite easily come back again sometime and get scenes with Dylan then.

Given Eli was introduced once... well, once Holby felt to me like patient storylines weren't particularly centred or focused on that often... it was wonderful getting to see him being a doctor once again tonight. The scene where Yasmin hugged him for saving Amartya was so sweet.

Eli was one of the Holby characters I most wanted to cross over to Casualty - he hasn't got too much 'storyline baggage', so to speak, with him like many of the long-running characters would (A.K.A, why I'd never want Henrik to appear), and also I just happen to love him as a character and think Davood Ghadami is a great actor. So yeah, I was very happy this happened.

I appreciated the various characters featuring tonight - I'm glad Donna got a lot to do, because she's perfect for this sort of episode. (She was wonderful in Holby's NHS anniversary episode in 2018 as well.) Jaye Jacobs was as fantastic as ever, and I loved Donna's interactions with Yasmin.

Stevie's scenes were wonderful as well. Again, the way she interacted with Yasmin was so lovely - it was great to see Stevie really show her comforting side.

Even characters I normally don't like much, like Iain or Ryan, were excellent tonight! I loved Iain staying by Amartya's side for as long as he could, and Ryan helping his patient Dorothy celebrate.

Dylan and Stevie chatting about movies was fantastic. I've wanted Dylan and Stevie to become friends for a while, because I think they have quite a bit in common, so seeing them get on like this was great for me.

I thought the way the real-life commentary was used was done very well. It wasn't overdone, but there wasn't too little of it either. It was just right! :)

So, yes, I really liked this episode. Yay for Casualty, yay for the NHS, and yay for Eli Ebrahimi! ;)

[headpainmigraine]

They know.

They already know this.

It's a feature of disability benefits, to make them as difficult to apply for, then appeal, then appeal at tribunal, to get.

People who are already struggling have to fill in an enormous form detailing all the ways your life sucks, all the things you can't do, how everything impacts you in minute detail.

It's all postal as well, by the way. There's no online form. You can type and print the answers, but it still has to go by snail mail.

And then you wait for over a year for some dental hygienist/dermatologist/gp receptionist/physical therapist fuck to tell you 'well, I googled your condition because I don't know anything about it (but I can still look at your case because I'm a 'medical professional') and decided, based on the first page that came up, what your capabilities should be according to that half a website I couldn't be arsed to read (like your application form) so I'm refusing you because you're a dirty liar because your lived experience doesn't match my 5 minute speed read of the wiki page of your condition.

And then you have to go back to them to appeal, which is basically the process, then wait another ???? months without this income until they toss a coin as to if they send you to tribunal or not, because who wants to bother reading a form again?

If you're lucky, they very generously give you barely enough money to cover the extra meds you need that the GP won't give you on prescription because itll cost them money so you have to buy them online.

If you have a family member or friend who is a carer, they more than generously get, hmm, 10% of what it would cost for the government to provide you with care instead, but that's OK, because your elderly mum/overworked spouse/friend with their own life can look after you no problem!

If you're not lucky, ????? months to go to tribunal where someone actually reads your application for the first time and overturns the DWP's decision, and you can get backdated payments.

Yay!

And if you still haven't starved, frozen to death or killed yourself during the most dehumanising process of your life since the last time you saw a doctor, you might just about be able to clear all the debt you've incurred while you were waiting for the DWP to decide if you're enough of a useless cripple to be granted the pittance they give you which doesnt even match minimum wage.

Boris Johnson said that Covid was nature's way of dealing with the elderly, clearing the way for "the young" (he's 59, so, thanks for your sacrifice, Boris)

If half the disabled people claiming benefits in the UK died next week, the Tories would consider it a success.

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

Screwdrivers and Cybernetic Green

Alright, finally posting a snippet for The City is Ours, yay! This is mainly character exploration for Chase, with a little bit of dynamic exploration between him and Kylee + a little bit of the rest of the team, and exploring his backstory and mental health issues. Holy shit this one got long 😅. Anyways, have Chase sad boy hours featuring the rest of the team, mainly Kylee. This takes place somewhere in Book 3 of the series, possibly late Book 2.

Word Count: 2136

Content Warnings: THIS ONE IS VERY HEAVY, PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS- discussions of poor mental health/struggles with mental health (specifically reguarding bipolar disorder, manic and depressive episodes, medications mentioned, major struggles with depression, and other struggles that accompany bipolar disorder) mentions/implications of violent ableism and police brutality towards mentally disabled people of color, mentions of mental hospitals and the abuse of patients there, mentions/implications of violent parental abuse and escaping/still being in danger of said abuse, a fuck ton of mental health issues/struggles in general, lots of feels and angst with a healthy dose of comfort, Jason is a piece of shit and we hate him, also lots of strong cussing because Chase loves his curse words

Note: This is my first time writing Bipolar Disorder, and I intended for Chase to have Bipolar 2 specifically. I did a lot of research before writing this, both educational and the personal experiences of real people with bipolar disorder, but I am no expert. I would really like the representation I write about groups I am not a part of to be as accurate as possible- so I would love some constructive feedback on what I did good and what I can improve on, if any bipolar people would like to give me some input I would very much appreciate it. Also! it's not explicit here (but it will be elsewhere in this wip) Chase is also Pansexual and Aromantic, uses He/They pronouns, American Romani, and Jewish- in case anyone new would like to know <3

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General Taglist: @enchanted-lightning-aes @thatprolificauthor @wip-nook @writeblrsupport @outpost51 @dustylovelyrun

Nickelle walked out of her room into the kitchen/living area of the base, and found something that made her stop in her tracks.

Chase sat on the floor, surrounded by haphazardly made and sloppy projects, intensely working on a little robot that looked like an action figure, it’s head on backwards and arms falling off. His hands were shaking, and he was grinning giddily as he worked intently.

This was the third night in a row that this had happened, so she texted Asher and Bryson to have them initiate their plan.

Asher joined Nickelle a minute later, and gently said to Chase, “Hey buddy. Have you been up all night?”

“Yeah, why?” Chase asked, not taking his eyes off his project.

“No reason, no reason,” Asher said, “Um… did you take your medications last night?”

“No,” Chase said, “Why would I need them when I can make perfect machines like this, these are all amazing and I’m the best engineer there is and I don’t need drugs for that.” They set the project down, and it immediately fell apart.

He didn't even notice as he picked up his next project and ripped the head off. Then they picked up a screwdriver as Bryson came in.

Bryson went over, and placed a hand on Chase’s shoulder as V and Kylee came out to join them.

“Chase,” Bryson said, “Let’s get you some sleep.”

“Sleep?” Chase said, his eyes bloodshot and his head drooping, “I don’t need that, I’m too busy with these.” He gestured to the projects surrounding him, all sloppy and falling apart. “Aren’t they beautiful? They’re engineering masterpieces, no one can match them…”

“Yes, they are wonderful,” Asher said, “And these projects will be waiting for you when you’ve gotten some rest.”

“But you guys need me in the chair to hack stuff. I’m so good at hacking stuff, I’m the best. I’m not tired, I don’t need sleep. I’m the hacker, the tech guy.”

“You are, you’re the best hacker and tech we have,” Nickelle said, “But we’re not doing any of that today.”

Chase’s expression turned down, and his shoulders slumped as he came crashing down from the high for the first time in days. “But I can’t, I can’t sleep. Not that it matters, nothing matters. And I’m not good at anything and I’m an imposter and a terrible worthless person and I don’t deserve sleep anyway-” He sucked in a breath and hugged himself.

“We can help you with sleeping, and don’t forget you’re a valuable member of our team,” Bryson said, “Do you have clean pajamas to change into?”

Chase nodded, and let Bryson help him up.

“Ok, go take a warm shower,” Bryson instructed, “It will help you relax, then change into clean clothes and take your medications. And if you need, there’s more we can do to help you sleep.”

“Ok,” Chase said softly, clenching his hands in fists, “I’m sorry- I’m sorry- I’m stupid- I’m-”

“No,” Bryson said gently, “No you’re not. You’re one of the smartest people I know. And even if you weren’t, you’re my friend, and I care about you.”

Asher went to his other side and placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s not your fault, now let’s get you some sleep.”

After Chase took a shower, taken his medications, and changed into clean sweats, they put on one of his favorite movies and settled on the couch with him.

It wasn't long before Chase was fast alseep, wrapped up in a blanket with his head on V's shoulder.

~~~

“What the fuck did you just say?” Chase asked, his voice dangerously low.

The room quickly went dead silent as he looked up and glared lasers at Jason.

Jason scoffed, “You don’t get to be an asshole, just because you have a mom that doesn’t love you, that’s not an excuse-”

Chase slammed down his drink on the coffee table, splashing the liquid a little. He stood up abruptly, and the others scrambled out of the way as they stormed over and grabbed Jason by the collar.

“You don’t get to say shit about my mom, Richens. You understand?”

Jason put on a not very convincing brave face and spluttered, “I was just-”

“No,” Chase growled, “You can say whatever offensive thing you want to me, and it doesn’t hurt more than what I’ve had to deal with my whole life.” His voice got dangerously soft and even again. “But you do not get to say shit about my mother. You know why?”

Jason looked to the others for help, and they looked everywhere but him, not saying a word. “Um… why?”

“Because you will never understand that my mom tried to love me. She really did. You will never understand what she went through to get me as far away as possible from my sperm donor. You will never understand what she went through to try and keep me and stay with me, despite how she was not in a good place financially, and despite how having me triggered much worse and longer depressive episodes and she could barely care for me. You will never understand how it was in vain because even with her mom’s help, she ended up getting sent to a psych ward where she's treated like shit when I was four, and hasn’t left since.”

Chase’s voice got dangerously even. “You, asshole, will never understand what it’s like to have a mother who did so much for you to get at least a decent life, and only get to see her once. And when you do, she’s so far gone she doesn’t remember anything or recognize you. You will never understand what it’s like to inherit those disorders from her, that she inherited from her father who drove his car off a cliff, and have to live with the fact you might end up with a similar fate- crashing my car to take my own life or lifetime in a mental hospital where I won't get basic human decency.”

They let go of the shirt, and Jason let out a breath but didn’t move- frozen under Chase's icy glare.

“My mother tried to love me. She really did. It’s not her fault that she ended up with the conditions she did, that her dad killed himself when she was a teenager, and then an awful man that took advantage of her vulnerability. And it’s sure as hell not her fault that she got sent to a psych ward before I was barely old enough to form any memories about her.

So you don’t get to tell me that she didn’t love me. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe she did but only a little. Maybe did love me a lot, once, but doesn’t remember enough to love me anymore. But I do know that she did everything she could because I was just a baby, and she’s my mom and she didn’t want someone else to end up with her fate. However much she loves me, is of absolutely no concern to you- don’t speak of my mother ever again, do you understand?”

Jason nodded, staring in slight terror.

“Good,” Chase said. They grabbed their drink off the table, and then disappeared into his room.

Several minutes later, Kylee knocked on the door with her signature knock, and Chase said gruffly, “You can come in Ky’.”

She entered his room. It was dark other than the light from his computer screen and a desk lamp. Clothes and empty soda cans were strewn about the room, blankets and pillows thrown haphazardly on the bed where he sat cross legged with his laptop.

Kylee gestured to a spot next to him, and he gave a short nod. She pulled out her phone, and typed on the screen, “Are you ok?”

“I’m… fine now, I guess,” Chase said with a sigh, “I just- I’ve never talked about that before. Not to anyone but Nãni, and even then it was only a bit when I was younger, after…”

A flash drive was plugged into his computer, and he was clicking through photos. They were of a much younger boy that looked like him- with medium brown skin, and a sloped and round nose, though the boy's hair was much curlier than Chase's- and an older woman with similar features. One of the photos however, instead of the two people from before, was of a woman with very dark, long, and curly hair, a big round and sloped nose, and dark brown skin. She had a neutral expression, and in her arms was a baby that looked like her bundled up in a white blanket. They stopped on that photo.

He said softly, “I do have one memory of her, before they took her away…”

Kylee pulled their knees up to her chest, and lightly rocked as she listened.

“She took me to see robot fights, because I saw them on TV once and thought it was cool as fuck, so she got tickets for us to go see a tournament live.” A small and sad smile appeared on their face. “We got uh- tacos, at a taco stand on the way home.”

He bit his lip as tears glistened in his eyes. “A few days later, she had a psychotic episode, the neighbor reported it, the police came, they decided she wasn’t fit to care for a child even with Nãni’s help, and…” Their breathing shuttered. “The cops yelled at her- there was so much yelling- , used much more force than necessary, and then one pulled out his gun- Nãni convinced him to put it away because I was there. One even called us some slurs, though I didn't know what they meant at the time.”

After a minute he said quietly, “I don’t remember much actually, most I know of what that happened that night is what Nãni told me. I just remember yelling, so much yelling and it was loud, and my mom… begging to stay with me. She- she thought my piece of shit dad there and that he was going to take me away and hurt me.

I don’t know a lot about my father actually, my mom didn’t tell Nãni much about him, and my mom didn’t tell me anything other than I wasn’t safe with him, and Nãni told me most of what she knows. All I know is it was bad enough that my mom risked a lot to leave with me, and that I have to be careful to make sure that he can’t find me.”

After a beat of silence, Chase continued, “The cops dragged her out of the house… they used more racist slurs on top of all that too… I cried for hours and didn’t sleep at all that night- at least that's what Nãni says.”

Kylee typed on something on her phone and held it up. “You saw her once after that?”

Chase nodded, wiping away tears with the back of his sleeve. “I was eleven, in middle school, in the top of my math and science classes. I’d even made a few friends in robotics club.” They swallowed harshly, pressing his hand to his mouth for a moment.

“The um, mental hospital was cold and white all over, and the doctors there didn’t care, you could tell. Nãni had to fight tooth and nail to get them and the courts to let me see her. When I went in two of the nurses followed with a security guard. She was-” They sniffed, pulling his sleeve over his hands and holding it to their mouth as tears flowed freely now.

Chase continued in a croaked voice, “There was some furniture in there other than the bed but it was all round and smooth surfaces. Even the handles and lights. My mom was sitting on the bed, staring out the window. She didn’t recognize me, or remember anything that happened. She was mostly gone at that point.”

He smiled a bit. “I did end up hacking into the cameras of that place though, idiots didn’t even notice or realize.” His smile fell. “I stopped after I saw her psychotic episodes…. she’d see my dad taking me away and they would use a lot of force until they could put her under. Then she’d wake up and forget again…”

Kylee typed something, then backspaced and typed something else. “Question.”

Chase shrugged. “Shoot.”

“If bipolar disorder is inherited, and it comes with psychotic episodes, does that mean you get them like she does?”

“I… haven’t had any psychotic episodes yet, but, um… My psychiatrist thinks that I may get them when I’m older, like my mom and grandpa. We’ll see when we get there I guess, and we might add another medication to my already long list of meds I need to take.”

“A psychotic episode is like hallucinations, right?”

“It can include hallucinations, but psychosis itself is more like… disconnect from reality, and you don’t even realize it. I can be pretty dangerous, especially if you’re with a person who may want to hurt you, or if you end up hurting yourself.”

He took a deep, shuddering breath. “It honestly scares me that I’ll get an episode for the first time while I’m alone or with a person who doesn’t care what happens to me. Or worse they’ll hurt me, or call the police and have me thrown in a-”

He squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his fist.

Kylee leaned her head on their shoulder, and they sat in silence for a long time.

[semper-legens]

93. The Wager, by David Grann

Owned: No, library Page count: 257 My summary: The real life story of the wreck of the Wager, and the survivors’ struggle to return to England - featuring murder, mutiny, desperation, and the occasional hint of cannibalism. My rating: 4/5 My commentary:

Yay, horrible things happening to people at sea! I love horrible things happening to people at sea! Well, I don't, but I love reading about that sort of thing. The Wager is a ship I'd never come across before (despite some allegations of survival cannibalism having occurred on the ship), but I picked it up because look at that cover, that is exactly the kind of thing that appeals to me. Mutiny and murder on the high seas? Yes please! This is a pretty good recounting of the true-life events - the narrative clearly introduces each person as they become relevant, and I didn't have any trouble following who was who and who did what. It was a pretty engaging read! If you're into Desperate Men On Boats, I'd highly recommend it.

The information here is mostly drawn from primary sources. It was something of a custom that, if you were a captain, officer, or other well-to-do man that had survived a Horrible Boat Incident, you'd write a book about it or publish the diaries you kept at the time. Many of the survivors published their accounts, including the then-midshipman John Byron, grandfather of Lord Byron. The gist of it is that the captain was taking the Wager around Cape Horn to join in fighting the Spanish, but the ship wrecked and stranded the crew. The captain grew more and more tyrannical, hatching an ill-conceived plan to steal a ship from the Spanish and rejoin the fighting, which culminated in him shooting another man in the face because he thought that man was agitating against him...and then denying him medical care when he survived the initial shooting, leading to an agonising death over days.

The gunner, John Bulkeley, mutinied against him, taking the bulk of the men and attempting to sail back to England. The captain and a few loyalists were left behind, and some of them managed to return to England after a period of captivity by the Spanish. Some of Bulkeley's group also made it, including Bulkeley himself. Their stories were contested when the Admiralty learned both sides, but ultimately nobody was charged with murder or insubordination and sentenced to death, as might have happened. It's an ugly tale in a lot of ways, but absolutely fascinating from a perspective of social class and privilege of the time. For the record, I'm with the mutineers. As I've said, the facts are told in a clear and engaging manner, switching focus from one group to another as primary sources allow, and in enough detail to satisfy curious minds. It was a good read!

Next up...I've put it off long enough. Back to the worst series I've ever read.

[katvalentinesblog]

I have a job interview at Walmart tomorrow. It’s the one job I didn’t want but they are the only ones who called back ugh. But it’s part time which I need. I’m in school for medical billing and I’m going to be for a while since I have to retake a course. I have to boy mode because of the area I live in is super conservative and also I still have a huge body and masculine features. Ok so yay this is my first post and it’s not the best but I’m just talking into space. I have no one I can tell too much too because I don’t want anyone to either worry about me or get sick of my bitching lol. Thank goodness for tumblr. I love you tumblr!!! I feel better getting this stuff out and having an outlet.