#i also do not wear a hat when like. cooking for myself at home so. i find my own hairs in my food a lot sdjfg

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

balding isnt even that bad like i dont want to but ive made peace w the fact that i will go bald someday but i kinda wish it would just happen all at once bcz im tired of jus finding loose hairs everywhere all the time. i am shedding like a dog

[enluv]

sungchan as your boyfriend…

pairing: non-idol!sungchan x gn!reader

word count: 573!

genre(s): pure fluff like hold onto your hats because this might make you fall in love with him kinda fluff + (no warnings!)

coco’s <3 note: thank you @okkotsu-simp for requesting this 🤍

– sungchan who first meets you at your universities library because you’re sitting in his usual spot and he’s seriously irritated about it but he thinks you’re too beautiful to tell you off

– that same sungchan decides to just take the seat in front of you and smiles when you look up at him surprised, he’ll explain that you’re in his spot and shake his head no quickly after when you try to get up and offer it back to him, instead asking you what you’re working on

– the rest is history after that, you have a mutual crush on one another and he asks you out immediately after watching the library worker try and flirt with you, something about how you’re his significant other and he thought it was obvious to evereyone???

– sungchan is the type of boyfriend to introduce you to the things he usually does alone, this isn’t to say he doesn’t continue to do them alone but if he thinks you’ll enjoy going on a walk in his favorite park then he’ll be sure to plan for you to try it out with him

– he won’t force you to try new things (foods, activities, hobbies, etc.) but he would most definitely encourage it

– he knows how hard university can get so he will always make sure you’re taking care of yourself

– you’ve been up for hours working on a final paper? it’s time to sleep love, and he means it! he’s a strong guy do you really think he won’t trick you with cuddles on his bed then trap you in his arms till you eventually fall asleep?

– sungchan who can’t cook to save his life but will learn to make you soup for when you catch a cold

– sungchan who buys your pet clothes he thinks will look cute on them and swoons whenever you send him pictures of them wearing the outfits he bought

– sungchan who is the biggest cuddle bug you’ll ever meet, like seriously he loves his cuddles so much and demands them every night

– sungchan who so badly wants to meet your parents because he wants them to know who is dating their baby but is also so nervous to meet them that he freaks out all day till you drag him to dinner shaking

– sungchan who goes out of his way to form an authentic friendship with your friends because he knows how much they mean to you and wants to make sure they know how much you mean to him

– sungchan who drives with one hand, and places the other over you to make sure you’re safe when he’s backing out of places (i need him)

– sungchan who gets pouty when you won’t kiss him because you’re sick and don’t want him to catch your cold (he swears up and down he doesn’t care but pouts even more when he catches it)

– sungchan who always lets you taste his food when you guys go out to eat together

– sungchan who helps you study for exams you have coming up

– sungchan who invites you back to his place for holidays away from school when you can’t go back home

– sungchan who buys you flowers all the time because he knows they make you smile

– sungchan who notices the little habits you have, like tapping your fingers nervously or squeezing his hand a bit tighter when you’re excited about something

– sungchan who when he has a bad day at work or school calls you because hearing your voice immediately puts his mind at ease and washes away all his worries…

coco’s <3 note: right so like I NEED HIM. okay moving on! I could totally go on forever with these but I decided that I should maybe just post them because if I didn’t stop myself I definitely would have never posted this and just kept adding to it for months on end (this is totally not the reason I haven’t posted my jay bf hcs ahahahaha why would you even think that silly goose!) anyways I hope you enjoy these and fantasize  about sungchan the same way I did when writing them 🤣🫵🏽 as always, feedback and reblogs are always appreciated <3

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[nori-writes]

Hi there! May I request Cassidy with an s/o who can easily fluster him? Thank you in advance if you do this!

“You love it.”

Cassidy x Reader

W/C: 850+

A/N: YESS, I love Cassidy requests, sadly this is the last one I have (feel free to send more 👀) I’ve been obsessed with Overwatch recently especially Cassidy and Hanzo. One last funny little thing that I wanna share. So basically the way I write his accent is a just quietly talk to myself while I’m writing because I have a southern accent myself. Just thought it was a lil funny thing to share.

Also this isn’t proof read AT ALL. I wrote this in a couple periods of school.

Cole loves complimenting and flirting with you as often as he gets the chance to.

But as soon as you throw a compliment back at him he is a flustered mess.

Typically he's just fine taking a compliment from someone like another agent in Overwatch but when it's from you?

God help him.

Whenever he’s flustered he’ll pull his hat from his head to cover his face and take a moment to collect himself before even thinking about replying to you

It’s literally adorable.

Claims to hate it

He loves it.

He’ll glance over them and claim that your words don’t affect him

They most definitely do.

It was around midnight and Cassidy still hadn’t managed to find his way into bed. He had returned from a mission earlier and had meant to go home hours ago to change, shower, or even just to see you. God, he always missed you. Instead, he sat on a part of the counter in the base's kitchen, lights out, eating some cookies that Brigitte had made for all of Overwatch to enjoy and enjoy he did.

They were amazing, perfectly cooked but still a nice chewable, gooey texture to them with the perfect amount of chocolate chips and hit the spot at this time of night. If he was being completely honest though, he hadn’t realised how late it was getting to be. If he had he would’ve scurried his way home by now.

Though, the silence in the Overwatch kitchen at night was a weirdly comforting thing. The curtains were open just enough to bring in the perfect amount of moonlight to illuminate everything so that you weren’t tripping over stuff in the dark.

After a couple more cookies Cole had finally decided to pull out his phone and check the time which had read to be almost 1:00 AM. Determining that it was already far too late for him to be awake he decided on one last cookie before he would finally make his way to your shared bed for the night.

He pulled his last cookie out of the jar before taking a bite out of it as he realised your figure stood in the doorway, “Hey sweet pea, what’re you doin’ up at this hour?”

You left the doorway making your way closer to Cole. He noted that you were in pyjamas meaning that you had already been in bed as your voice came out in a groggy tone, “Someone had mentioned that you were back from your mission earlier today, I hadn’t seen you so I came looking for you. Missed your handsome face.”

He internally thanked that he had left the lights off when he came in here earlier, had he not the only thing to hide how embarrassingly red his face was currently would’ve been his hat. The hat which he wasn’t wearing currently.

There was an outline of a smile that came across your face, you weren’t able to fully see his reaction but you knew the effect that your words had on him. He was always the one who flirted with other people, never the other way around so when you threw his words right back at him the reaction was nothing but the best. He took a second to gather himself before he even thought about replying to you.

“Sorry, I hadn’t been lookin’ at the time. I meant to come n’ see you earlier. I kinda got caught up with Brigitte’s cookies, these things are amazing,” He praised the cookies while taking a bite out of the one he had grabbed before he noticed you were in the room.

You shook your head in agreement, hopping up on the counter next to him, laying your head onto his shoulder, “You thinking about heading to bed anytime soon?”

“Just ‘bout to after I finished this last cookie,” you let out a small hum of acknowledgement to his words looking up at his face, “Somethin’ on your pretty little mind sugar?”

You shook your head, “Nothing just you, all the time.”

All he could do was sigh with a smile on his face, the blush of his face much more visible with the closeness of the two of you, “Can’t be just sayin’ stuff that.”

“Yes I can, and you love it.”

As always if you enjoyed my masterlist is here

[picafreesita]

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"I've never seen you around here. Who are you?" Asked the little man

This one was a little smaller than me. He had yellow skin and wearing colorful pants along with a blue cardigan, a white shirt, and a red scarf tied around his neck, but what stood out the most about him was his blue Presley-style pompadour. Something in me told me that I knew him but I didn't know from where with an appearance like that he should be easy to remember.

"Where am I?" was the only thing that came out of my mouth.

"Home" His voice was soft and calm.

"Home?" I asked confused, I looked around and saw him again.

"You don´t answer my question"

"...Jolly, my name is Jolly"

"Nice to meet you, Jolly" He responded with a smile "Tell me, How long have you moved to this town?"

"No, I´m just passing through. I'm a...a visitor"

"A visitor?" He asked confused

We both remained silent as we looked at each other, it had become a tense and uncomfortable atmosphere, I could even be sure that at one point his gaze faded.

"What do you think if I introduce you to the other neighbors?" He asked briskly and before answering he took my hand and led me towards that group. For someone his size he had a certain strength, the closer we got the others stood up and looked toward us remaining like the little man in silence with a smile plastered on his face.

"Hi neighbors"

He waved and the others automatically moved normally.

"Hi, Wally!" said the blonde girl with small orange horns. Wally? That name echoed in my mind.

"Who is your new friend?" asked the blue dog with the hat.

"Her name is Jolly"

"...oh, hi" I introduced myself

"Dear, what happened to you? It seems like you're hurt?" The big bird asked in a motherly and worried tone.

"It's nothing, I just…got dirty while…looking for my friend" I responded with a somewhat awkward smile as I let go of Wally's grip.

"Your friends?" Asked the sun-headed girl "Where are your friends?"

"For now...I don't know but I have to go look for them, it was a pleasure to have met them" I said scratching the back of my head, I hoped that this way would free me from that encounter but suddenly:

GROOOWWWWW

That sound seemed to have silenced everyone else…I didn't know my stomach could be so noisy, in fact, I didn't know I had a stomach.

The dog laughed and said:

"Looks like someone is hungry"

"It's almost time. How about you stay and eat with us and then you can go look for your friends?" the big bird suggested.

"Yes, stay! Poppy's cooking is so tasty" said the girl with the horns.

"You should also try their cookies, they are incredibly delicious!" said the man dressed as a mailman.

Poppy answered:

"Guys, you flatter me, I only cook because of the love I have for you" She laughed shyly.

"So, will you stay?"

I turn to look.

"I guess I can't leave on an empty stomach" I replied

I couldn't trust this place but I didn't have much choice at that time.

"Very good," Poppy said.

Everyone was happy except the gray guy. They began to move from one place to another so they could organize a cookout. I watched as the dog carried a table, and the postman and his partner brought the chairs. The girls along with Wally cutlery.

Poppy walked inside the red house that reminded me of a barn, I just stood still while I watched everyone put everything in its place.

"Dear, can you help me with this?" Poppy asked me from a distance.

When I arrived she handed me a covered green saucepan that smelled pretty good.

"Go and put it on the table" She turned me around and with a light touch of her wings she gave me a push. I walked around and most of the things were already on the table. I noticed the only thing missing were the drinks to accompany our meal but then a rather tall man arrived and shouted with joy:

"I brought the drinks!"

When I saw him, I noticed that in his four arms, he was carrying several bottles while he walked with his four legs, I had never seen someone like that, he seemed to be a kind of worm man unlike Warren, a worm I "met" in the pink house, Everyone sat at the table to eat, Wally sat next to me.

Today's meal was a kind of stew with seeds and its garnishes. Before taking the first bite I thought:

Wait a minute, can I eat? The whole time I've been awake I haven't thought about eating, but why can I do it now? Why did I feel hungry? I had to eat or else they would start questioning me even more, I returned to my plate and just watched, soon I felt as if my stomach wanted to eat itself. I picked up the fork again with a bite, put the piece of stew in my mouth and soon an explosion of flavors came towards me.

I took another bite, and another, and another. Without realizing it, everything had ended for me.

"Wow, it looked like you were going to eat the plate too," the dog said jokingly

"I'm sorry for my bad manners but…it was very delicious"

"I'm very happy that you like my food so much, take a little more" Poppy said as she served me the same plate.

"Save room for dessert," said the sun-headed girl.

They laughed happily. The rest of the hour passed very pleasantly with conversations about the cheese pies and which one was the best, and I also knew the name of each one of them: the mailman and his partner were Eddie and Frank; the girl with the orange horns, Julie; the caterpillar man was Howdy; the sun-headed girl was Sally; the blue dog with a hat, Barnaby; the big colorful bird, poppy; and lastly, wally.

After clearing the table and leaving everything clean and in its place. I was grateful for the food and left to return the way I had come in the first place.

It calmed me a little to feel that they were not dangerous, one of the few encounters with beings that did not want to kill me.

I hadn't noticed it but the forest was full of trees that had leaves of all colors. I walked around the place leaving marks with the scissors to make a kind of guide so I wouldn't get lost if that were the case.

After a couple of minutes I realized something…

Nothing, there was nothing that gave me a hint of a route back to the pink house. I walked waiting for a change in the atmosphere, suddenly, my foot collided with something, when I looked down I could see that it was an orange cable, one of those that are long electrical extensions, I couldn't confuse it with anything else from that magical forest. When I touched it I felt its plasticized texture.

"This place is like the pink house," I said to myself with a grimace.

CRACK!

A branch had cracked behind me, and someone had followed me.

I firmly grabbed the scissors hidden under the cloak and said in a serious tone:

"come out of your hiding place"

I turned around looking around for any sign of my stalker and they didn't take me by surprise.

This must have been something from Lesley, it was clear that she was not going to let go of me easily. The hatred that woman had for me went beyond normal, she watched attentively, ready to fight against whatever wanted to kill me.

At that point I saw how some yellow spikes were sticking out of the bush: it was Sally accompanied by Julie and Wally.

When I saw them I sighed with exhaustion.

"What are you doing here?" I asked them a little more calmly but my irritation was evident.

They had told me that they were worried that I might have gotten lost in the lush forest.

"Besides, it's already starting to get dark and it can be quite dangerous," Sally said worriedly.

It was true, I looked up and saw that the sky had been painted in orange and violet tones.

"Thank you for worrying but I think I will be fine…I am strong... and I can look for a cave... or an empty log to sleep and continue my search in the morning"

For a second I noticed how Julie was frowning as if…

she was nervous

"That doesn't sound comfortable at all," she gave a small nervous laugh.

"How about you stay at my house? I have amazing soft pajamas…Oh! What if we have a sleepover?" She moved her hands with excitement.

"I don't know… I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable" I kindly excused myself.

"On the contrary! I'm very happy to make a new friend" She was still in doubt if she should accept the offer.

"Don't worry, Julie doesn't bite…sometimes" Wally said with his soft smile.

I looked at everyone's faces and in the case of the girls they seemed to beg her to accept the offer, a fear like that couldn't be acted upon.

"…okay, I'll stay at your house tonight" I responded.

The girls got excited, Julie came over and took my hands. It seemed like stars were coming out of her eyes.

"We're going to have a lot of fun," she said with a smile that marked relief.

The four of us started walking back to the neighborhood, I was the last one watching as the rest led me. When we arrived the floras began to light up as the sky darkened.

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[everythingblreview]

Regarde moi (Kawase/Tamamori SS) Translation

Hello fellow Kawatama simps. Today I bring you yet another short story translation. In my and editor-san 2′s opinion the most romantic SS of these two so far. This story has a second part, I eventually will end up doing too. Please enjoy~

Regarde moi*

The shadows, spurred on by the setting sun, begin to spread, an orange light emits from the damp gas lamps as they start to burn.

It was a certain day in June. Like last year, this year’s weather conditions were also requesting you to wear a cloak.

I quickly make my way through the city weaving through gaps of people. When I finally arrive at Ikeda mansion, I cautiously stop at the front of the door.

…What should I say before “I’m home”. Tamamori-kun is narrow-minded that’s why, he would never forgive me for arriving home late on such an important day. I probably can’t even enjoy his usual cute-looking angry face to my satisfaction today. That’s how much I messed up. To be honest, it is my fault.

“Kawase-san didn’t do anything wrong…. If you talk with him about the reason, he will surely understand.” The frog, who became emotionally attached to me, consolingly says, while sitting on top of my shoulders out of nowhere. Unfortunately for me, this guy can read my inner feelings, and occasionally would redirect them into Tamamori-kun’s heart. …Is he an illusion? Or a ghost? Anyways, I have no intention explaining the whole situation to this frog.

Without deciding what to tell Tamamori-kun, I open the door. …As I do so, a surprising smell welcomes me. Warmer than any other house, the smell of dinner. A gentle aroma drifts from the kitchen into the living room.

Without being able to turn back, slowly, with soft steps I walk along the corridor.

Then, as I open the living room door, the scene before my eyes astonishes me.

“!” The sofa and the coffee table are put away and instead in their place stands a table as high as my waist. It is never used and is usually sitting in an empty room. The dust was cleanly wiped off and plates are lined up. He was probably cooking until now, the room is still slightly warm.

“…Tamamori-kun, ...” Tamamori-kun, who is most likely responsible for this empty room, is sitting on a chair with his arm crossed. He seems to be mad after all, his back is facing me.

“You’re late!!!”

The volume of his voice is so strong that it could shake the room. “What day is today?!” “Your birthday.” “That’s right. That’s why, isn’t it the most important thing right now?” “…”

“Despite it being my own birthday, I prepared a luxurious feast for this sweetheart here, and you’re so heartless and late, veryyy late. Eh, i-it’s….”

“It’s 10 in the evening.”

“It’s 10 in the evening you asshole!!!”

“…You’re really angry.”

“Angry? This is a misunderstanding. I’m not angry at all!!!” Wanting to be forgiven by him, I sit down in the front chair. Did he eat the last dish earlier? One side of his cheek has a bulge. Then he turns away and swallows his last bite. “I’m sorry Tamamori-kun.” “I told you, I’m not angry!” “But you also won’t look me in the eyes?” “Well, that’s because I’m angry!!!” Now he is contradicting himself.  If I continue to nudge him even further, I will only put fuel into fire. So, I take off my coat and hat for the time being. “Don’t just relax all of a sudden!” “I ran so I’m sweaty.” “Until I say it’s fine, stay as you are! Go on, reflect on your actions!” But still it’s hot, I can’t help myself. Since he doesn’t pay attention to what I just said, he grinds his teeth out of anger and crosses his arms and feet annoyed. “Tamamori-saaan, that’s not really mature. Please listen to what Kawase has to say seriously.” “Are you on Kawase’s side?” “I just don’t want you two to fight! And it’s not Kawase-san’s fault that he’s late.” “…” “He got involved into an incident…” “…Where?” “In Ginza…” “It’s his fault for going to a place like that.” “The shop assistant Kawase-san talked to, suddenly collapsed!” “…” “His face turned blue very fast, and he suddenly started to vomit foam…It was symptoms of poison…” “…”

“It was murder! Kawase-san suspected that it would be bothersome and tried to leave that place! …However he was unlucky and ran into a crime police officer who recognized him, and he forced him to show his detective abilities…” “So who was the culprit!? …No forget it!! …Being late and being late. Even though you said you would come home at 6, it’s your fault for making a stop on the way!” I somehow want to make Tamamori-kun turn his face towards me. But I can’t think of something other than a prank that would make him angry. I created silence unexpectedly by not saying anything.

….Did Tamamori-kun received recipes from the café? The room smells strongly of French dishes. I can’t eat anything made by other people. But it’s a different story with the food he makes. …This is how a dog probably feels after he did something bad and is not being fed anymore.

Even so, I have to show him some honesty. “Hey, Tamamori-kun.” “…” “Hey.” “Shut up.” “Just lend me your left hand only.” “…I-I’ve seen completely through your thinking!” “?” “Last night, you touched my left hand strangely too! There is no mistake, you were measuring something...” He was awake. That’s embarrassing. Then he turns his face to the other side and points his tight gripped hand towards me. “Here! I’m lending it to you. Be grateful.” “…” Even if I touch his hand it doesn’t look like his grip will loosen. Rather than loosen, his arm also shows not even a slight movement, it’s as firm as metal. Well, it’s just right for me if he holds it like this. I put a wristwatch around his arm. “…?” Was he expecting a different kind of sensation? Tamamori-kun looks surprised. …Even if he is mad and troubled, such an honest reaction from him is amusing and makes me almost laugh. However, I’m not allowed to yet, that’s why I keep a serious appearance and look at him.

“Isn’t this, a watch?” “I bought it in Ginza.” “It’s a terriblyyyyy expensive item!”

Even though I fastened the belt of the wristwatch, Tamamori-kun is trembling, is he not familiar with it? He also completely forgot his anger, and then turns his body towards me.

“H-h-how much…?” “You really have no charm… You don’t have to worry about such things.” “Still….Money is not infinite, you know?” “I don’t buy things without meaning.” “Uh huh…” “Honestly, what did you think I would get you?” “!?” “Something to put on your finger?” “…, what…!?” “You were even the one who suggest to celebrate your birthday. Have you been influenced by western countries lately? “~…” “…Are you unhappy with the watch? I’m worried about that.” “I-I’m happy with it. Of course…” “That’s good then.”

Finally, I can laugh from the heart too. I let a natural sign of relieve and sink into the chair. In a moment, Tamamori-kun takes off the wristwatch. “!?” “I could break it…So I’ll take it off for now…” “It’s expensive enough not to break, sturdy and a first-class item!!” “But you see, it’s a waste on me…” “You really are amazing…I have no bad intentions and you are crushing my feelings with your foot like that...” “It’s better if well-made things like that are cherished… Ah, that’s right! I’ll drive a nail into the wall and hang it up.” “Hold on…”

I forgot that Tamamori-kun is a thickheaded guy. Maybe it would have been easier if I just picked some flowers on the roadside and gifted them to him.

Thanks to the expensive watch, he is walking around the room in high-spirit. It’s almost like he can’t decide a position for the household shrine.

“What should we do Kawase-san…! If this continues, he will hang it on the wall!” “Ah-…. What to do…”

This is rather interesting too. A watch is something you should only gift to important people. This wristwatch matches with the one I’m also wearing on my left arm. It’s ticking at the same time as the one Tamamori-kun has. I wanted him to wear it all the time without taking it off, no matter where he goes, so he can always feel my presence…

Well, it’s fine. Tamamori-kun seems happy, that’s enough for me.

I’ll save my congratulations for tonight.

*(Translator note: The title is referencing to one track of Hashihime’s own soundtrack which always plays when Tamamori is meeting Kawase at the café, it’s French for “Look at me”.)

[sweetbillwriting]

This Is Bad, Billy - Prologue

Description: 1961. Joanie is a dreamer. She dreams of Hollywood, fashion and handsome men. Her favorite is the actor Billy Skarsgård. When she works as a volunteer at the hospital she meets him in an unexpected way and comes closer to him than she thought was possible.

Characters: AU Bill Skarsgård, here called Billy. He's inspired by real life Bill but also the character Clark Olofsson in the Netflix series Clark. The rest is my own characters.

Setting: This story is set in the 60s L.A and a smaller town close to L.A.

Warnings: 18+, historical preferences, mental health problems, mental illness, abuse, drugs. More warnings will come in later chapters.

Notes: New story! Thank you @b-afterhours my mentor and best supporter. If you like fics set in the past you should really read her stories.

Joanie is a candy striper, that is a hospital volunteer that had more simple tasks and it was often young women.

This story will be about mental illness and can be triggering. I don't want to step on anyone's toes and I have a mental Illness myself so really, don't want to hurt anyone. People with mental illness was treated really badly in the 60s and got treatments without scientific proof.

Thank you for reading 🩷

1961, May

"Joanie! Joanie!" My mother called for me even if I just sat a few steps from her.

"Yeah?" I said dreamily and looked up from the newspaper I was reading. It looked like I was educating myself but in reality I just read the gossip section. Gossip about beautiful singers and handsome actors. They looked at me with broad smiles and perfect hair and I loved them all.

My mother sighed deeply with a hand on her hip and wooden spoon in the other.

"Have you listened to anything I've said?" I furrowed my brows and looked around in our kitchen. Was she trying to set me up? Had she spoken? I didn't have a clue. I had just looked at Billy. Tall, handsome Billy in a tailored suit on the red carpet.

"Ehh…" I looked down at my voluminous skirt and tried to come up with a good answer but my head was blank.

My mother sighed again and turned her back at me. She was trying to teach me how to cook and wanted me to write notes and do tests she organized for me. It was silly, all of it, as if there was science to make dinner. I knew she was afraid I wouldn't get married because I was a bit unorganized and just as much of a dreamer as my father. Men being dreamers was endearing, women who were… Hopeless. That I had had a job as a candy striper, a hospital volunteer, made my mother proud, maybe there was hope for me. My father was proud too but he had higher hopes for me than becoming a good housewife. Why didn't I try to become a doctor, just like him? Between them it was I, who hadn't a clue what I wanted to do with my life other than kiss handsome men and wear pretty dresses. Like the one that was on display in Victoria's Wedding & Partywear. It was strapless and made of light pink satin with white lace. I wanted to wear that while fooling around with a man like Billy. Maybe I would even let him lift the skirt.

I had disappeared in my thoughts again and once again missed what my mother said.

"Hm?" I said and looked at her confused.

"When does your shift start?" She asked again and both of us looked towards the clock on the wall. In 30 minutes. I would be late again.

"Ehh in an hour, best to make myself ready," I lied while rushing out from the kitchen. My mother looked at me from behind and shook her head. She probably understood that I lied but didn't have energy to comment on it.

I changed into my white dress at home to save some time but saved the apron and hat to put on at the hospital. I always received too much attention with them on, both the attention you’d want and the kind you didn't want and my mother didn't like when the young men whistled at me on the street. I didn't really like it either because it made me feel so exposed but also because none of the men looked like Billy anyway. If there was a man that would whistle at me he would look like Billy.

I stressed toward the bus and tried to enjoy the little walk to the bus stop in the evening sun, soon I would be in the light corridors of the hospital and lose sense of day and night. I missed the bus by just a few minutes and was forced to wait alone while the sun slowly went down. A car honked at me and I got so scared I dropped my handbag. The boys in the car laughed when I was forced to run after my lipstick tube that rolled away on the street in front of me. This was not a good day and I worried I would miss Dr. Fredricks line-up. Every night shift the doctor in charge would place the nurses and candy stripers in a line to see if we looked respectable and say what our assignment was for the night. In the beginning he had a good eye for me because of my father and I would receive fun duties like visiting patients in the night to give medications or fixing them breakfast. With time though, he had given me worse and worse assignments because I was often late or seemed to think of more important things than doing a good job. This night would probably be another night of scrubbing toilets or taking care of the laundry, that would have all kinds of questionable stains on them. I sighed loudly when I sat down inside the bus and looked down on my loafer-style flats. They were new and expensive and some of the other girls had looked at them with envy when I, the doctor's daughter, strutted in too late to my shift. I knew they were spitful when they saw me rub a big brown red stain on a sheet.

By some sort of miracle I succeeded in almost coming on time to Dr. Fredericks line-up. Everyone looked at me with annoyance when I stood in the back trying to put on the hat with fumbling fingers.

"Joan Woods!" Called the doctor with a loud raspy voice and pretended that he didn't see me in the back, probably to make me even more ashamed.

"Yes sir," I said politely, putting my hand up. He gave me a look, a bit longer than the others got and smacked his lips.

"I have a special assignment for you today."

I furrowed my brows but didn't say anything. A good girl knew when to be quiet. I wonder if it was my dad who had fixed something up for me. Maybe he has heard about what awful assignments I got and called some hot shots. My dad was a heart specialist, much more important than Dr. Fredricks.

When everyone got their assignment and walked away quickly in their white low pumps I stood behind, confused but not nervous. I was a Woods’. Nothing would happen to me. Dr. Fredricks looked me up and down when he walked up to me, playing with the stethoscope around his neck.

"Late, again," he just said.

"I'm sorry sir, I missed the bus," I said with a curtsy and looked down at the floor.

"Mhm… Oh well, I have an assignment for you. Fitting to… A doctor's daughter," he said with a smirk. His teeth were stained with nicotine. My dad said nicotine was bad for you but Dr. Fredricks always smoked heavily, sometimes while he met patients.

"Yes, Dr. Fredricks," I nodded.

"The psychiatric ward needs some help tonight, just help with checking the patients and I think you're the right girl for that job. I think you will fit in," he said with a smirk and shook his head. I looked at him with big eyes but didn't dare say anything. Why would I be the right person for that job? I was nineteen and didn't even know what mental illness really was. It must have been a punishment. Maybe I would even get killed.

×××

The psychiatric ward was adjacent to the regular hospital but in its own building. While standing outside of the gray building in my uniform I thought about why it stood away like it was. Probably because there was a high risk the patients would kill people. Because they had such strange behaviors like throwing feces and licking the floors. I swallowed hard. I didn't want this, I just wanted to go home to my bed with the new rose sheets and my collection of porcelain dolls. My secret collection of cut outs from the newspaper of handsome celebrities and the latest vogue. I made a sound of irritation and panic before walking into the ward. I was met by the smell of disinfectant and plastic floors. When I came up to the little reception area a woman with a similar hat as mine sat bent down, reading a newspaper. It was shockingly silent, especially because I had thought I would meet screams and fights. I walked up to the little window and while she opened it she looked at me tiredly.

"I was sent here by Dr. Fredricks? My name is Joan Woods.” I said with a polite small nod. The woman was in her forties but looked older because of her ladylike manners. She snarled her mouth and looked me up and down.

"I thought he would send a nurse," she said, looking at my striped apron. I didn't say anything, just looked down and waited for an order.

"Oh well… I guess it will do, we just need help to check the patients so they are all in their beds. Most of them are locked in but they are creative…" she said with a bored expression as she stood up from her chair. "I will get Nurse Larsen, she will show you what to do," she said, walking away from the reception area on short legs. She had a similar dress as my own but I could see that it sat a bit too tight in the waist. Nurses didn't earn a good income and she probably couldn't afford to buy a new one.

I stood awkwardly and waited by the reception. There were just some green plastic chairs to sit on and I didn't dare to sit down on them, they looked dirty and I wondered who had been sitting on them before me. A tall slender nurse with pinned up brown hair walked up to me with a small smile.

"Woods. Rupert Woods' daughter?" She said and looked me up and down.

"Yes, Joan," I said with a small nod. She smiled a bit bigger.

"We will be kind to you, I promise. My name is Annike Larsen, I am the nurse in charge tonight. We have 16 patients for the moment with different diagnoses but you will not meet any of them directly," she said while she started to walk through the long corridor and I followed her. It felt calming she knew who my father was and that she was so kind. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard, especially if I wouldn't have any contact with the patients.

Annike gave me tasks such as fixing the flowers in the common room, filling their carriages with supplies and washing the dishes from earlier. They were easy tasks and I could dream about dresses and becoming a bleached blonde. I had seen in Vogue that the dresses were just becoming shorter and I giggled at the thought of having a tight dress that ended at my thighs.

I stood in the reception room wiping off the reception's windows and singing "Let's Twist Again" to myself when the entrance door opened. I had hoped that no one would hear me singing but I worked better if I could sing and dance to myself.

"Let's twist again like we did last year…!" Sang a man behind me and my cheeks became flushed like fire. But it wasn't just a man coming in through the doors, there were many feet and when I looked up I saw both cops and male caretakers around a tall man. The singing man. He was in handcuffs and they shoved him forward violently. He was almost a head taller than some of them and his brown hair was pushed back greasy and messy from his face which was bleeding from the brow and his lower lip.

"Yeah, yeah Billy. We hear you. Stop singing now so they don't gag you," joked a cop and shoved him so hard he was close to falling. The man looked up at me and smiled a handsome, broad smile even if his face was bloody it was him. It was Billy Skarsgård. The Swedish Hollywood actor. The tall, handsome man from the tabloids. My heart beated like a drum in my chest out of excitement even if I was meeting the man in the psychiatric ward in the middle of the night.

Billy laughed loudly but I didn't know at what and the cops laughed at him while pushing him hard. He answered by jumping at one of them even if he was in handcuffs and one of the cops hit him in the face harshly. Even more blood streamed from his face.

"Don't be cocky now! Mr. Hollywood! Mr. Cuckoo!" Another cop joked as they all laughed. Billy laughed too but with a deep sigh. I looked at him, so broken and abused. This wasn't at all the Billy I've seen in the movies. What had he done to be treated like that? I watched his back clad in a black leather jacket and wearing black pants. People had written that he was a bad boy but never really said more than that. Maybe this was the way Billy was bad, he was a loon.

×

[mystery-of-arkham-asylum]

Thought I would answer some random questions.

Describe your favourite pair of socks. Grey and fluffy.

Do you like smoothies? I do. I enjoy most fruity drinks.

How do you like your eggs? I like then when they are still a bit runny.

What do you use to keep your place when you’re reading a book? A bookmark. Or something that won't damage the book.

What colour dominates your closet? Mostly blue and black.

Do you collect anything? Keyrings, badges and pins, postcards and some different fandom things.

Do you wear glasses or contacts? Glasses. Have since I was about 3.

What’s something about your best friend that you love? I love how safe I feel around him. The world could be falling apart, and as long as he is nearby, nothing bad can happen. (I also love his hair. He has poliosis, which I think looks stunning.)

Do you prefer to write in pen or pencil? Pen. I don't like the feel of pencil on paper. But if I do a sudoku I have to do it in pencil.

Do you have any houseplants? Do any of them have names? I call myself the crazy plant lady. I have a group of cacti called Tom, Dick and Harry. Tom currently has a cactus growing on top of him and I'm hoping it lives after planting it when it gets big enough. Have another cactus that I call Fluffy. Also have two more cacti that I have yet to name. Have a succulent named Alvin. Every so often his leave turn red at the edges. Have another called Alvin Junior, Jr for short, he was my first successful propagation from Alvin. Also have two more cuttings from Alvin that I have not named but are coming up nicely.

Describe your favorite hoodie. How long have you had it? What makes it unique? My Arkham Asylum inmate hoodie. Had it since early 2020. It is so comfortable and just the right amount of baggy. (There was a mix up when it was shipped and I ended up receiving two. They told me to keep the extra as it would cost them more to get it shipped back to them then it would to let me keep it. So when it wears out I'll have another.)

Iced or hot drinks? Depends on the time of year and the weather.

Do you have any piercings or tattoos? Are there any that you want? I have my ears peirced and I also have an industrial piercing. I kinda want my helix on the opposite ear done.

Can you cook or bake? If so, what are some of your specialities? I can do both. I like making biscuits. Every year I make a batch of Irish cream biscuits to take to my groups Christmas get together.

Do you have any keychains on your home or car keys? Describe them! I have sooo many keyrings! They are one of the things that I collect. On my keys I have: a loop with my blood type on it, my initial, an anchor, a little penguin in a bottle that floats in water, and a wooden turtle that my niece coloured in and gave me.

Can you swim very well? Do you like swimming? I always say I swim like a fish because I prefer swimming under the water. I am a good swimmer but know when not to test fate. I find swimming to be very peaceful and relaxing.

Did you play with Legos as a kid? What was your favourite set? When I was a kid my older sister and I had a big bow of mixed Lego to share. The only sets we ever got were just the ones of mixed pieces. The ones that didn't have any guides with them.

Is your closet organized? If so, how? It is. from left to right: items that I only were once a year, dresses, tops, empty coat hangers, nighties/night shirts, cardigans and jumpers and finally jumpers I only wear at night.

If you could dye your hair any colour, regardless of how you think it would look, what colour would you choose? Blue. But don't think I would want to do all of my hair. Maybe half at most.

Headphones or earbuds? I prefer earbuds if I am using them for a long time. Headphones start to hurt my ears.

Can you read analog clocks? Yes. I actually prefer them.

Describe your favourite stuffed animal, either now or from when you were a kid. A clown. Light blue and white suit and hat. He has a net ruffle around the base of his hat and around his neck. He also has light blue bunny slippers. I got him for my first Christmas, he was the first plush I got after I was born. I call him Mr. Clown.

Do you mind if others are in the kitchen when you’re cooking or baking? As long as they are not in my way, they're fine.

What scent is your deodorant? Unscented. I have contact dermatitis and a lot of scents trigger it so I just stay clear if it has to directly touch my skin.

Do you have any games on your phone? If so, which one(s) is/are your favourite? I have a few puzzle games for when I get too bored or if I am waiting while I am out. I quite enjoy the riddle ones.

Do you shower with the lights on or off? Depends how light it is in the bathroom.

What do you do with spare change? I keep it and use when I need to. Or I just put it all in a self checkout machine as I don't feel bad giving it to them.

Do you have good handwriting? No. My handwriting has always been bad. In my first year of secondary school they had me doing handwriting lessons to try and improve it. The only thing to come out of them was me only using black ink as the teachers could read it better than blue.

Do you like to go on walks? I do. I love listening to my iPod while walking round nature.

Do you have a favourite plate or bowl? Both. Also have a favourite cup, knife, fork and spoon.

What’s your favourite thing to do when it’s raining? I enjoy playing video games, reading with a hot chocolate or watching creepy/paranormal videos.

Describe your perfect sleeping conditions. Cold outside, cool room and a nice thick quilt. I can sleep the whole night through.

[csamhp]

Pelipper Mail - Birthday Gifts for Polaris!!!!

A rather large package arrives. opening it reveals a bunch of gifts.

[The first is a rather large cake in a brown box. It. Looks cursed to say the very least.

The icing is menacingly red and clumpy and written on the top in blue is "Happy birth" with the rest of the word smudged off in travel. On top of the cake are the number candles 36. Pink sprinkles have been put atop it to make it look less menacing. Upon slicing and eating the cake you would find it actually was perfectly cooked and mixed, the decoration had just gone awry.

The first proper present is a landyard with a bunch of hisuian pokemon on it, and some keychains and badges already attached to it.

The second is a thick set of pink gloves with purple accents, and a matching pink gas mask, custom made to fit polaris.

The third is a bunch of Pochacco from Sanrio merch. Including a bracelet, a fluffy hat, and a plushie, along with a bunch of trinkets from a familiar arcade.

The fourth is some books, a book of poems, written in ancient Sinnohian, a childrens book about two cyndaquil going on adventures and a book on enamourus.

The fifth is a bunch of johtoian candy and parischu themed beanie with big blue spikes.

And last, is a bunch of letters]

"Happy birthday!!!

We thought we would all send our stuff together to save on shipping, but I think you can guess who sent what!

Sorry the cakes a disaster, we were going for good but ended up with memeably bad. We couldn't find a 27 candle, so congratulations, you're 36 now! I'll let everyone write their peices now (making them change colours to seperate whose who)

I notice you're always loosing your things, I hope the landyard helped. Sprite helped me decorate it. Please take care of yourself. -Beedrill

Helloo proffesorr!!!! Hope you like the glvoes!! I know you're immune to poison but i think they could still be helpful handling the quilfish at the santurary (they ouch) also im purple because Tari "bagsed" blue smh

-Casey (^._.^)

Happy birthday Proffesor Polaris!! I really like sanrio- idk if you do, but you've always reminded me of Pochacco and, everyone else has matching bracelets for the character I've assigned them so I thought it would be cute idk

Much love Tari xoxo

I thought of you when at a bookstore. I also have something else to show you when you're home. I love you Polaris.

Delta.

Finally !! Happy birthday from your son, who loves you very much. I've been looking at games to play when you get back home, 'n a couple have caught my fancy. 'm sorry. for messing things up. But. 'm. I hope I can be better for you.

You're amazing bubs.

-Sprite Crimson Chroma :>"

i dont...know what to say. i had completely forgotten today was my birthday, but you all remembered. i feel very loved. thank you so much. i'm going to write a separate bit for all of you.

first of all, the cake made me laugh. congrats i am now a decade older. oh my. it tasted wonderful, despite its appearance.

Beedrill: The lanyard is lovely and very cute. I've put my keys on them, and as such will never lose them again. It's a very thoughtful gift. The keychains and pins are very sweet as well.

Casey: The gloves are very nice. I was thinking about buying a pair for myself and you beat me to it, so thank you very much. The pink gas mask is also very cool, and I'm sure it'll do me well when we inevitably introduce the stunky line to the sanctuary haha.

Tari: I remember your sanrio critters. You made Delta Kuromi i think. Pochacco is a very cute little character. I think you picked well for me. I'm wearing the bracelet on my lanyard, as I fear it would snap on my working hands. The plushie and the hat are very very soft and nice. And the arcade trinkets are wonderful, they will go straight on the shelf once im home

Delta: I've never seen nor heard of this book of poems. It's incredible Delta. And the cyndaquil book- I had a very similar one growing up. It's gone now of course but- You act like you aren't good at giving gifts but you are very adept. And the Enamorus book is also wonderful. They will give me wonderful things to read on the plane home. And of course a secret other thing. I shouldn't be surprised haha.

Sprite: Hello, my wonderful, loving son. I miss you so much. The beanie is very cute. There is a pachirisu litter who came into the sanctuary. They are named after stars. One of them is very sweet and a bit too comfortable with people. Will you laugh at me if I come home with her? She comes to my window and she makes me smile. I hope I can play video games with you soon.

And for all of you: I love you all so much, and I miss you dearly. I'm trying to come home as soon as I can, but I barely have the energy to get out of bed, let along push my wheelchair without- him. (Beedrill: I promise Bird is being well taken care of. She still sleeps by me and I read her bedtime stories.) I promise I will come home as soon as I am feeling better. I promise. I love you all so so very much.

Oh. and Skie wanted to attach this video for you.

[A video is attached.]

[Watch it?]

[Skie and Bird are walking in front of the camera, Skie seems excited while Bird seems a bit nervous. Skie is holding....what could be considered a cake, with the candles "36" lit up. Bird gently pushes open a door to what must be Polaris' room. The lights are off, and Skie quickly turns the light switch on.

Polaris grumbles from their bed, and Skie snorts, gently ushering Bird over to go properly wake up Polaris. Bird trots over to the bed, gently and shyly nudging at Polaris to get up. They sit up, rubbing their eyes and murmuring something unintelligible to Bird, who gives them a shy smile, and points to Skie.

(Polaris doesn't look well. Their hair is messy and tangled, and there are obvious tear streaks on their face.)

Skie counts to three, and xe and Bird break out in what seems to be a rendition of Happy Birthday in Ancient Sinnohian. Polaris' eyes go wide as they realize what's happening, and a small smile crosses their face. As the song ends, Skie brings the cake over to Polaris' lap, and Polaris lets Bird blow out the candles for them. Skie turns and gives a big grin and thumbs up to the camera.

The video ends.]

[babyshrimpbun]

Inscryption Scrybe Caretaker Headcanons

(Because I have been hyperfixated on it lately and this idea has me by the ankles)

With moodboards!!

Leshy

This guy absolutely smothers you in whatever animal stuffies you want. Frog? Wolf? Bear? Who needs pillows?

You’re usually outside with him, taking walks, playing in the mud, and going on camping trips. He keeps a close eye on you but also mostly lets you do what you want during outside play time. You’ve come home covered in mud a lot, much to Grimora’s dismay

Bedtime always includes a story and Leshy is the best at telling improvised stories. He always makes you the main character

All the animal nicknames. Little bear cub, little duckling, et cetera

Playing the card game with him, he tunes down the difficulty a lot and makes sure you’re doing okay regularly

Maybe he sneaks a good card for you

“Oh, how’d that Mantis God get in there? Oh well, it’s in your deck now.”

Sad to say he’s not a good cook. Best he can do is microwave a TV dinner. But he does get you those cute Kids Cuisines

Or brings home kids meals with toys

Playing pretend with him is very fun because he commits to the bit

Even to his own detriment

Many a tea party has been had and P03 cannot help but laugh every time he comes to pick you up and he sees Leshy sitting at the tiny table, teacup in hand, pinky raised, garden hat on his head

P03

See, everyone thought he would be the ‘No fun allowed’ caretaker, but that’s not really true

He does make sure you follow the rules but that’s mostly on making sure Grimora doesn’t yell at him (that, and structure is important to him too)

He wasn’t the best at first but over time he got used to you and your routine, eventually

He buys games for you. Whatever you want, he shells the robobucks for. He cannot resist you asking. All it takes is a “pweeeeaaaase?” with those big eyes and he throws his wallet at the GameStop employee

He has a Minecraft server that the two of you play on. He is often coming to your rescue when you get caught in a bad situation. It is usually ‘I have gotten myself stuck in a hole’ or ‘There is a creeper near our house’. He lets you build all the pretty builds while he makes farms for materials.

While he does buy you regular games and kids’ games, if he’s working he’ll usually hand you the tablet loaded with baby games, and if the sound’s going on with speakers he can’t focus well. So he buys you cute and comfy headphones to wear while you use the tablet.

Calls you baby bot. He did not call you this in front of the other Scrybes for a very long time because he was embarrassed, until one day you started crying because he hadn’t called you baby bot in a long time and you’d thought you did something wrong.

“Am I not your baby bot anymore??”

“No no no, you’re still my baby bot- c’mere, you.”

Now that everyone already knows he calls you baby bot whenever.

The crank on his side does, in fact, play ‘Pop Goes the Weasel’.

Other than video games, he plays card games with you like MtG and ofc Inscryption. When he plays with you he tries to go easy even though it’s a bit hard because he’s programmed for optimization.

Grimora

Spooky mama spooky mama spooky mama-

She is very gentle and soft

Loves buying you cute and pretty outfits!! You look so precious, pumpkin!!

Always makes sure you have yummy food and are always clean

Is a bit of a worrier. Okay, a lot. She can’t stand to be apart from you for five minutes without worrying if you’re okay or not

At this point she trusts the other Scrybes to look after you but sometimes she will just show up to the other Scrybes’ domains even if she’s supposed to be working, which is usually followed by a startled Scrybe and you gleefully running over to her with a ‘hi Mama!’

“Leshy, please stop letting them play in the mud”

“P03, please make sure they cut down on screen time”

“Magnificus, please make sure they eat something other than candy”

Blankets always go in the dryer an hour before bed so you have toasty blanket to sleep with

She doesn’t have any particularly stand-out nicknames for you, defaults to ‘little one’ or ‘pumpkin’

You know when Halloween comes around she sews your costume. Trick-or-treat is the BEST with her

She is the best, gentlest singer. Will often hum you to sleep.

She also tries to make routines fun. Bathtime toys, turning chores into games, sticker charts

Magnificus

You know this guy keeps a mountain of coloring books for you

Not only coloring books but also just a ton of art supplies in general

Your art is automatically hung up for everyone to see. The fridge ran out of room a long time ago so now your art is hung up on the walls

Parallel art time, in particular, is fun because sometimes he’ll also paint what you’re drawing to surprise you

He cannot resist giving you candy, or sweets of any kind. He’ll bake cookies with you, he’ll sneak you a handful of candy to shove in your pocket before you go over to another Scrybes’ domain

Grimora has had to tell him to lay off the sugar before bedtime plenty of times already, and this will continue for forever

The other Scrybes other than Grimora do nothing to stop this. P03 just thinks it’s funny

He’s not particularly active so if you’re rowdy and want to play outside he’ll send Lonely Wizard out to play with you and keep an eye on you

Lonely Wizard is a great and fun sitter and play time with him will guarantee you’re wound down enough for your nap

(This is how he counteracts giving you too much sugar, see)

Of the group gives the best cuddles. He is very fluffy and will let you cuddle up into him during nap time

Royalty nicknames. Prince, Princess, Your Highness, My Liege, et cetera

[aajjks]

pajamas!! https://pin.it/1d3Qfa2

TPOL!JK

“here hun, cut the vegetables for me” you say to jungkook while ji-ae decorates the home and watches jaemin, jia, and jin-sun. jungkook makes kimbap while you make kimchi gumbo, a recipe your mother made all of the time when you were younger and everyone in the jeon residence loves it especially jaemin who keeps begging you make cookies with him.

“can we make cookies now, mommy?”

“how about now? can we make them now?”

“NOW can we make cookies, mama?” jaemin begs and when you tell him later AGAIN he pouts and gives you those big puppy eyes that remind you so much of jungkook. like jungkook, jaemin can’t go 5 minutes without being attached to your hip and you find his clinginess so endearing that you can’t find it in you to tell him off.

“you wanna help mommy make the gumbo?”

“mhm. please?”

“okay min buuuuut what does my little chef need to do first?”

“uhhh WASH MY HANDS!! i have to wash my hands mommy”

“yes so go wash them okay? make sure you put your apron and chef hat on!!”

you say as you watch jaemin run to the bathroom and wash his hands. jungkook watches the encounter and is so endeared by your closeness to jaemin but there’s that jealousy again. he’s so thankful for the joy in his family despite all the things the two of you have been through, he’s still head over heels and he’s still happy.

after the fun time spent cooking and getting refreshments together, the party you all have is a pajama party and because jungkook has such an expensive taste, everyone is wearing matching armani pajamas including your twin infants.

“ouu, put there hair clips in hun. you’re gonna look so cuuuute” you giggle as you take the clips and apply them to jungkook’s hair to keep it behind his ears.

“you look so cute. i love you so much” you say as you wrap your arms around jungkook’s neck and pull him in for a sweet kiss, finally alone in your bedroom.

“what’s going on in that head of yours huh?”

“‘S just the other day.. Jaemin asked me a question about his birth and what was really my reaction? he’s so young, but he was so curious about that I was really surprised and I couldn’t help but not answer him because I got so lost in my thoughts, as I got flashbacks.” Jungkook confesses to you as the guests are still not here and you guys have a little time to yourselves so he decides to tell you.

Of course, the oldest one doesn’t know that you’re not really his birthmother, and Jungkook doesn’t plan on telling him anything about his actual birth giver. And he remembers what was exactly his reaction when he found out that Jaemin was born.

“Y-Yn that’s not my son.”

Those were the first words he said, after finding out about the news. So Jungkook closes his eyes and nozzles his face into your neck, “y-yn he’s still so young but I fear that maybe he’ll find out and he’ll be heartbroken..” jungkook confesses, but like the sweet wife, you are you just take him into your arms and try to calm him down.

“My baby can’t know.” He says weakly and you try to assure him that he won’t really find out even if he does.. that’s inevitable. And he knows that you love him as your own, you love him so much.

So he quietly whimpers into your neck and you both just spend some time together before you hear a commotion. “Ah the kids.. our friends are here.” Jungkook rolls his eyes because he was really enjoying being in your embrace.

“MOMMY DADDY! Loook!!” There’s Jaemin screaming at the top of his lungs when he bought his best friend, ahnjong.

And with the four year old boy, his father is also accompanying him. “Hey man! Hey yn!” There’s jungkooks best friend.

Eunwoo gives jungkook a wink, because as always he’s got a dirty mind. “You go kids, play in uncle jungkooks garden and don’t trouble your mommy.” The boys nod before they are running away.

“Yn can I have your man to myself now?” Eunwoo bows down, teasing you. You laugh and allow him to take away your husband. While you spot his wife and jorja together and they’re waving at you as you come out of your house, in the garden.

“HEY YN!!!” Alina enthusiastically claps her hands. “ it’s been so long last time I saw you it was at the time of the twins birth!” She remarks and jorja goes all in to hug you.

“GIRLIE WE MISSED YOU SO MUCH. LOOK AT YOU GLOWING.” She teases you about your postpartum glow and it’s not like she’s not glowing herself because she also had a baby like a week after you.

Alina sits down and you go in to hug her yourself. “Aw so sweet thank you my feet are actually killing me.. and ahn doesn’t make it so easy either.” She rolls her eyes.

“also, I’m guessing the twins are sleeping?” She asks you and you nod, and then your attention goes back to your husband with the group of his friends.

It’s like you’re gonna have a really good time tonight.

“I’m sorry but I’m already hungry. Where is the food?” Jorja asks before getting up.

[crackednailsandsplitends]

How to Cope with a Heat Wave When Living With a Chronic Illness

How to Cope with a Heat Wave When Chronically Ill

Our first significant heat wave of the year is coming up this week. And, as someone living with chronic illnesses, the arrival of a heat wave can bring about extra challenges. I live with chronic fatigue syndrome (ME/CFS), chronic pain, and fibromyalgia; I understand the toll that extreme temperatures can take on our broken bodies. I used to relish the heat and still do now; however, I struggle to stay in the heat during a heat wave. I’m unable to manage the heat like I used to be able to pre-chronic illness, as the heat wave can quickly become uncomfortable for me and even increase my body fatigue and pain.

Below are some strategies and tips I use to help navigate through a heat wave while managing a chronic illness.

Staying Hydrated

One of the most crucial daily things to do, particularly during a heat wave, is to stay hydrated. Dehydration can exacerbate symptoms and lead to further health complications, as well as a horrid headache. I always make sure to drink plenty of flavoured water (I am not a fan of plain water; thus, I drink flavoured water) throughout the day. Also, consider setting a timer or using a water-tracking app to remind yourself to drink fluids throughout the day.

Keeping Your Home Cool

Maintaining a cool environment is essential when facing high temperatures. Since I don't have an AC, I use electric fans; I also keep my blinds and curtains closed to block out sunlight and finally I like to create cross-ventilation in my home, i.e., a nice draft, by opening windows on opposite sides of my home.

Clothing

Wearing light and breathable clothing is essential for me as it can help my body to regulate its temperature more effectively. Also, with my chronic illnesses comes sensory overload, so I can’t manage certain clothes that, for example, may be tight around my wrists or clothes that are/feel heavy. Thus, I opt for loose-fitting, lightweight, natural cotton or linen garments.

Pre-Plan When Going Outdoors

During a heat wave, limiting my time outdoors is essential for me, especially during the hottest parts of the day, as I can experience light sensitivity, and the heat can increase my body's fatigue and pain. Pre-panning my trips, big or small, is essential for me generally, but more so during a heat wave. I always make sure to take sunscreen, a hat, and sunglasses to protect myself from the sun.

Listen to Your Body

I pay close attention to how my body manages or reacts to the heat. I have to be mindful of any symptoms that indicate heat exhaustion or heatstroke (I’m also a natural redhead with fair skin, so I am an experienced pro at being careful in the sun), such as dizziness, rapid heartbeat, nausea, or confusion. If I start feeling unwell, I move to a cooler place, hide from the sun and rest.

Cooling Products

Various cooling products are available to help you manage heat during a heat wave. From cooling towels, fans, and gel ice packs to cooling vests, they can help lower body temperature. Also, taking a cool shower or bath can help reduce overheating.

Consider Lighter Meals

Opt for light and refreshing meals that don't require much cooking to avoid adding extra heat to your living space. I love a salad! I tend to eat smaller meals more frequently to prevent overheating during digestion. I love to include fruits and vegetables in my diet to stay nourished and to replenish electrolytes naturally.

Don’t Forget Self-Care

During a heat wave, it's essential to prioritize self-care and pay attention to your mental health. I like to practice relaxation techniques such as deep breathing, meditation, and yoga, which help massively reduce stress and keep me grounded. During a heat wave, I make sure to get plenty of rest, and I avoid pushing myself too hard.

Final Thoughts

Stay safe, stay cool, and take care of yourself during a heat wave.

How do you plan to cope with the upcoming heat wave? Share your strategies in the comments below!

As a lifestyle parenting blogger, I understand the importance of sharing tips and advice on managing health challenges while navigating everyday life. If you found this blog post helpful, feel free to explore more articles on chronic illness, parenting, and self-care on my blog. And thank you for dropping by!

About me

I am a married mother of four children. One of those four children is our granddaughter, for whom we are SGO (legal guardians)/kinship carers. I run a small business and enjoy writing, so I blog. My blog focuses on my family life as well as my experiences of living with chronic illnesses and disabilities such as ME/CFS, spinal stenosis, chronic pain, and fibromyalgia.  Oh, and I am only in my mid-40s.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary175

3/8-9/2024

friday - saturday

i saw my schedule for next week. they keep increasing my days and hours. i am not made for this.

i am made to stay at home, and bake, and do other things. i am meant to sit at home and write and mix my songs. that's all i want. it feels wrong that i can't. it's not that i want the world to be centered around me, to cater or whatever, but this is so unnecessary, what i am doing. i don't provide anything to anyone except a body. i am so useless. i'd be fine being useless the ways i want to be. but i am reminded of it constantly.

and it's not like work, despite the people i work with being nice to me, really does anything good, in any way, i think, for me. even the money, i just compulsively rid myself of it. i don't like having money really. it's evil and stuff i guess. reading foucault today before i clocked in i almost started crying, as he began evoking the carnival and how the final moments of the executed brought forth massive identification with him, and how the cruelty of the crowds, a cruelty which did not come from an identification with the king but instead an added force to the sovereign's vengeance upon the criminal, washed away in some way, into the knowing that they were close to the criminal, rather than close to the king. there was solidarity there, and the criminal in his last moments, as foucault puts it, freed by death and his time being limited to the extreme, he would shout all profanity he could imagine, against god, against the king, against the jailers and executioners, against those watching, against what forces one could imagine implicated, curse the rain and mud, curse his own blood, everything, i guess, attack on all authorities, the crowd would be in awe, there was something to congregate under in those moments and this was more dangerous to power, this fact of identification, the impossibility of shame in those moments, because death so near, and shame so small, it was eclipsed, it recalls kristeva, and how the carnivalesque is so grave, it is not solely humorous and it is not wholly sorrowful, but it is of gravity, weight, everything is extreme because the most extreme outcomes are all there are. fucking and death and curses and so on and forever. i feel horribly distant from that, at work, or it feels that at work, it should be there, it should be possible. it is not. i know i say i don't want to talk about it too much but i can't, if it's my whole day. i don't like that and it makes me sick that it was my whole day and i want to kill myself is all i feel right now kind of. i miss my girlfriend and i was sad cooking tonight. i had to imagine myself cooking for other people. i don't like anything. i just want to die. i know this is an overreaction or something. i barely ate all day but i did eat before work and it's not enough. and i won't eat there because of the disgusting bugs i know live in everything. and i just don't know. i wrote something tiny today in my notes app and i can't stop thinking about how mad i am at this stupid fucking hat i wear that messes up my bangs. it's cruel to me. i shouldn't have to feel so dysphoric at home but work reaches into my life and makes me. i don't like that it's my life. i don't want this. i don't like being somewhere for 8 hours and only hurting for it, and knowing it will repeat itself. people act like i'm crazy to hate it so much. what do people do to not think about this. i don't know. all i want to know about is how this comes to be, and how to kill it. how any of this happens. is it that immature?

the dysphoria really upsets me because it makes me think i need to cut my hair but i just need to wash it again but if i can't stand looking at myself i don't knoiw. ugh.

i just need to do something else.

here's me earlier todaywearing those frames i got, look, i think even my haircut when it's normal and stuff and not messed up by a stupid hat looks good:

i also went and cut more hair anyway. i'm so smart and not stupid and impulsive.

idk why i am so crazy after these long shifts. i made my bangs higher. i really feel like such an idiot. i liked my hair how it was. idk what is wrong with me.

i at least have worked on music today. when i woke up i went and recorded a little fragment for the one problem song, i think i got the delivery right, that song might be close to ready now. i just mastered another song, as i got home.

i think it's definitely sounding better now.

i feel so dumb. i can't get over it. i feel so bad right now. i hope when i like. shower and stuff tomorrow and i'm just nto fixing my hair by blowdrying it again and stuff it looks okay. the bangs are straight now they're just too short. i am stupid i am so stupid.

maybe it's not that bad. i am calming down. i'll just have to see tomorrow. and i have to wear the stupid hat so it doesn't make a difference. i am just going to need to relax. i need to relax. if i don't relax i will hurt myself.

i have to go to bed now, because i have to go to work at 2:30 pm.

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[fatimaah]

12th of Spring

Waking up early this morning (at 5), I felt the smell, the smell of a spring trip – when the whole family gets up at five in the morning to be high in the mountains by nine; when you take pancakes cooked last night with your mother; when you decide which of the knitted hats to wear....this is the smell of a family spring trip, but then I remembered that it's February and no one cares about trips.

Today is the day my grandfather died. He was a good man. My grandfather was the same age as my grandmother, not too tall, loud and very dark. I don't remember him with hair, but in old photos he has saturated black hair, and he looks like some kind of general. Grandfather was an honest man (sometimes even too much) and he was also stubborn. Sometimes he drank and after that he smelled of vodka. I loved my grandfather, but when he smelled of vodka, I really didn't want to approach him, and especially to say hello – it meant getting a peck on the cheek.

I think Grandpa noticed it sometimes himself, but when I was ten years old, I thought I was able to hide this kind of disgust.

He died in 2019, I remember when we were still studying at Redbridge and we were taken home early, and there....there was a lot of work, a lot of tears, a lot of everything...

Grandma loves Grandpa, I think she misses him very much. In general, sometimes I feel sad too, but more often I'm scared. When I think about the fact that the person I once knew is currently lying in a kafan and most likely only his bones are lying there....I'm starting to be afraid, afraid that I won't make it—that I'll also be bones someday.

And K. finally returned from Vietnam (with gifts: she gave Fz. a small cat souvenir, she gave me a white bracelet (made of river pearls), and she gave As. the same bracelet, only dark.)

As and Fz congratulated her with her bd which was on 7tg of Feb, and she was not at school that day. I would also congratulate her, but I do not celebrate birthdays so I decided not to congratulate her either. (They all need to wait till Ramadan, I will congratulate them all inshAllah)

But actually, I really want to make all of us volleyball keychains (I already made myself one🏐)

I want to send a bunch of gifts to F-n from Malaysia, I hope it works out. I really do not know what, but something, after all, we have been friends for 3 years... This is a long term online friendship

Recently, I got very freaked out because of a runny nose, I mean how is it possible to live like this when you can't breathe through your nose, and then it hurts a lot because your throat hurts?!

that's it....still, it's not right that instead of thinking about my future, I'm writing diaries here. At least I'll read them in the future. (In general, a vlog/diary is cool, who knows, what if I suddenly start to lose my memory, I can't forget about a flu I had back in 2024)

P.s: сегодня ТАКОЙ красивый месяц, мне постоянно кажется что это улыбка Чеширского кота.

[mara-and-its-the-same]

Hey mara!! I love the name mara, it sounds super gorgeous <3. Your celebrations are super fun as well, I requested a ship for one of your previous ones and I still re-read it sometimes!!

Could I please get Arabella this time around?

I tend to overdress most of the time, I don't mean to, it just happens 😭I have long and curly dark brown hair that I almost always leave untied. I love wearing makeup, my favorite is a good red lip!

Here's some outfits that match my style-

https://pin.it/1CVjjjx

https://pin.it/3qhDGF7

Here's a general description! -

I'm fairly introverted and it takes me a while to warm up to people. I love reading, my room is filled with stacks of books. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, pulling harmless pranks, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything. I love helping out and people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'd consider myself really smart and I'm very ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I daydream a lot and I'm a hopeless romantic. I love romantic gestures and domesticity sm!! My love languages are acts of service and quality time.

Thank you very much! I hope you had a safe flight ❤️

🥺🥺 wait that’s so sweet, i love that you reread it <3 and thank you, and i’m so happy that you’ve come back again, it makes me really happy

So usually, with the pranks and all, i’d like to say marauders, BUT! nay nay

i’m expanding my horizons so i think you’d fit well with the Newsies, yes yes a niche audience i know, but! let me explain,

I think you’d be one of the girls that walks by every morning and they all tip their hats to you because they’re such little gentlemen, BUT! you don’t buy any of their papers then, you wait until you run into one of them by chance and then he goes home like “You won’t believe who i sold a pape to today” and theyre all like “Her? No way” but yes way and you keep running into each other and every day you stay a little longer and your conversations get a little deeper and all of a sudden you’re friends with all the other newsies too. And when the strike happens, you’re right there supporting them. I think you’d be not like Pulitzer rich, but you’d have nice silk dresses and not have to work in any sort of manufacturing child labor situation.

You and Sarah would be best friends and helping all of them figure out how to stay afloat during the strike and helping them save up after once they get more money. You like that they feel comfortable enough to ask you for help but also just to come to you and talk about how they feel, like with the strike but also about anything at all.

And then you’re first newsie, your bestie, you fall in love because it’s my hc and i need you two to be happy <3 BUT it starts by him saving up some of his money to be able to get you snacks, like you see him in the morning and you buy a paper and he gives you a candy bar with it (like Charlie and the chocolate factory but romantic)

OH MY GOD AND COOKING TOGETHER what’s more domestic than that. Like you’re taking care of the dinner for the big meeting and he’s helping you get everything ready. then when they sing with medda and that part where Jack sings to Sarah? yeah that is you, it is romantic and it is love

(and if you want to tell me what you think just tell me on anon if you’d like, i don’t want you to ✨reveal yourself✨ like the phantom of the opera if you don’t want to)

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

@arosebyothernames THANK YOU!

Okay, so when I was making this world I only gave myself few rules

The characters Stay in character

Most people are just 'basic' people, Maybe able to create Light, small sparks in their fingers, or with basic Cyberware/prosthetics.

No retconning (Though things may change)

No Backwards Time Travel.

Death by natural causes (Old age, Cancer, allergies, ETC)

While death generally isn't preferable, it isn't necesarilly a bad thing, given that there is confirmed afterlives, depending on what one's beliefs are.

Everyone goes on a weird journey at somepoint. Everyone. "Jerry, the Butcher down the street, went out for milk one day and came back a month later having shut down an Dragonling Trafficking operation and came home with a husband, wife, and three kids." Stuff like this happens all the time.

Beyond that, The world is Earth, but there are Monsters, (Owlbear, Things like yokai) Monster Girls (Like MGE, but far less horny), Fantasy Races (Elves, Orcs, Werewolves), and Advanced Cybernetics and Robotics (Like Cyberpunk, the AI are supposedly not sapient)

None of these characters have names yet So we begin with

The Gunslinger.

Born in Japan, The Gunslinger's parents split after his Father (An American Immigrant) was found Cheating on his mom with another woman. He wasn't particularly popular as a child, but he had his friends, the Werewolf and someone else who is unimportant right now.

In Current Day, as an adult, he works at a Gun shop, and he takes his job VERY seriously, checking and and double checking licenses and seeing if any weapons have unregistered modifications.

He personally wields two guns, one is a generic Semi-Automatic modern handgun, chambered in 9mm, used to disable/injure with out killing the target, with his second pistol being one of his own design, dubbed "Mateba Opus" which is a 5-cylinder Revolver chambered in .50 AE. It fires from the Bottom cylinder, and the cylinder moves forward to be flush with the barrel, allowing it to be suppressed.

Mateba Opus is what he uses to Kill. He hasn't had to use it yet.

He only kills when it's him or his assailant.

As stated, he has some Ghost powers, which mostly manifests as "Death Sense" which lets him know how close to the grave someone is, allowing him to blind fire and hit true without much risk of hitting someone that wasn't his target. He wouldn't blind fire anyway, because he takes firearm safety VERY SERIOUSLY.

Other ghost powers include - Entering and Moving through the Spectral Plane (Very painful) - Soul sight (Very straining) - He's able to hold souls in their dying bodies, keeping the Body alive just a bit longer, just a few seconds to give someone a chance at survival (Very Painful for all involved, also this one is HIGHLY illegal outside of the Medical Industry)

A somewhat Snarky and very sarcastic, but deeply caring and hurt person, he would a great deal for those he considers friends and family. Far more of an acrobat than a brawler, and he's also fairly lucky.

He also has an elderly Cat named Jeremy. The cat may or may not die of natural causes. (Spoiler alert. It does.)

He has short black hair, brown eyes, and Pale skin. He often wears a hat of some kind alongside a face mask, with a sweatshirt, short-sleeve, jeans, and either sneakers or short boots.

5'7"

~~~~~

The Werewolf

This guy is far more simple. He's a werewolf, and gunslinger's best Friend. He loves his family (As his friends are family.) American.

He's a good cook, and does his best to make sure Gunslinger's taking care of himself, because the GS often forgets to do that.

He can freeze things with his breath, and He also has generic Werewolf powers. There isn't much to say.

He has a rosy complexion, built like a strongman, constant 5 o'clock shadow, and very big arms for hugging his friends. his hair is short and warm brown, also has brown eyes.

6'7"

~~~~~

The Princess

So there aren't many places where tech and Magic entwine. Europe, especially deeper parts of Europe are very heavy in Western Fantasy stylizations, with castles and Western Dragons and the like.

She is the Princess of the Germanic Black forest, blessed with divine Druidmancy and Geomancy, she learns the ways of the earth, the roots, the rot, the rock. From the Tallest Boughs, to the deepest Metals, the oldest mountains to the youngest Fungi, she knows it.

Well.

She's trying to.

She's an Elf. Her parents are Charismatic, very versatile in their Magic, extremely High-Brow, and Very Stern.

The Princess, is not many of those things. She trips over her tongue, she's really only powerful in calling upon the forest and Earth to her aid, She enjoys the simpler things and more comfort foods, and she's immensely forgiving, Earning her ire for any stretch of time is a massive feat.

She's also very wild. While her parents tut and preach the manners of regality and keeping up appearances, she seeks freedom. She is more popular than her parents in terms of the general populace.

They fucking hate it.

She has a giant Arcane Mecha. She calls it Unterbrecher.

She is somehow paler than the Gunslinger, with Green and Amber eyes. Her hair is long and White. Her usual outfit is like, Armored robes? Very loose cloth with plates covering parts of her body, allowing freedom of movement and some slight protection.

About 5'4"

~~~~~

The Assassin

As a catgirl She acts very much like one would expect a cat to. Quiet, observant, curt, and precise, while also maintaining curiosity.

A Mexican Immigrant, Her family moved up to the US when she was very young. Her mother and father own a restaurant. She loves the way they make Horchatas.

Her family is very happy and loving, constantly reaffirming their love and affection, and pride in each other, especially her given how quiet she is.

She is the black sheep of the family.

Her Weapon of choice is a custom made Gauss Rifle, which is powered by Nitrolozene Reactant Gum Cells (NRG cells.) She is often tasked with taking out threats to her boss, and she is VERY good at it. She is Licensed as a Class 4 Mercenary; Specialization Assassination.

She isn't particularly expressive in her face, but her tail and ears are a very good tell as to how she feels. She has a slightly darker complexion, especially noticeable against the very pale Gunslinger and Princess. Her hair is cropped and brown, with more more ruddy orange fur on her ears and tail. She wears a large, black trenchcoat with an internalized climate control system, sturdy black carpenters jeans, and chunky steel toed boots. Her eyes are Green.

5'7"

~~~~~

The Boss

The Boss is the a leader of a gang, more than a mafia. I mean, they do run guns and illicit materials, drugs, etc, But they are far from evil, more like vigilantes. Like if you mixed Robin hood and Deadpool.

This loud, crass, foul-mouthed Cyborg can, will, and has crushed peoples skulls between her thighs, though her preferred of destruction is crushing them with her Coil Hammer, Ferrocious, a Custom made Magnetic-Dynamo Warhammer, which makes Super Sledges look like half-pound Ball Peens.

The Assassin is her Right hand, covering her when she need to get her hands dirty. She always like rolling in the mud. Good thing she can take a 40mm to the chest and only suffer mild arrhythmia and having the wind knocked out of her.

She is still (Mostly) only human after all. Far from invincible.

The Boss has a very Rectangular body shape, with broad shoulders and hips, and Abs you can Shred cheese on. Metaphorically. Her hair is waist-length, Brilliant Orange, very spikey and somewhat unkempt. Her eyes are still organic, colored Blue. The back of her legs are obviously enhanced.

6'0"

~~~~~

The Idol

Arguably the weirdest of the group, given that she isn't supposed to fight in any capacity, She is the creation of a Malaysian inventor who wanted to bring his sister back to life in someway. Having always been a singer with dreams of her voice being heard by the masses, that's exactly what her Creator built her for, using the best parts he could find, because what he could find was better than what he could afford to buy.

The production of AI is HIGHLY Monitored, both by the government, to keep track of the populace, and the Corporations, because if an Conscient AI is in their employ, they need to treat them like a person, which they don't wanna do.

The Idol is a very sweet, optimistic, and selfless person, bearing in mind optimist doesn't equate to Naive or Innocent.

She is primarily a singer, but also plays an Electric Viola, that has keys on it like a hurdy gurdy, like most other personal Items on this list, is Custom made, and therefore very unique. It is made of scrap and thus her style is called "Scrap Punk." She is considered a "pop" star, but it's like. Weird music. Think omega-3 From Splatoon Salmon Run.

her dark-brown hair goes to her mid-back, and her skin is mostly Brown like Human malaysian people, but due to her jury-rigged Nature her Synth-Skin has blotches of lighter coloration, not unlike Vitiligo.

she has two primary outfits

Her Work Outfit: a dark blue Leotard, hot purple crop-top jacket and floofy skirt, Gunmetal grey leggings and mismatched boots. Her eyes are blue while she's on stage, and her hair is tied in twin tails using any thing she can get her hands on - Ribbon Cables, old copper wiring, Zip-ties, Etc.

Her Comfy outfit: Baggy sweater, parachute pants, no socks, hair loose, and her eyes are set to more of an Amber/Brown color.

5'10"

~~~~

I'm adding this last one for me

The Rival

The Idol's Rival is a short, petite - Imagine if Apple made an Android. Like Weiss but more Cutesy. She HATES the Idol, with her stupid height, dumb instrument, the fact that she's made of scrap so whenever something breaks she can just go out and find a replacement instead of waiting for days on end shut off until a replacement piece is manufactured and shipped because Idol's not a highly specialized "top-of-the-line" piece of hardware.

No, Rival isn't jealous of Idol! Idol with her stupid Grin, and infectious optimism, and gorgeous eyes, and the way she treats Rival with genuine kindness and like she's a person and not a product! Don't be ridiculous!

Rival wears her hair all bunched up in loops behind her head? It's long but always tied up. Grey eyes.

~~~~~

Anyway, that's the main cast (And side character) for this Story I call Life in a World such as This.

If anyone has good suggestions for names, I'm open to them.

PLease ask me about these people

They aren't related to RWBY, but I need to speak about them. please.

[aesethewitch]

Personal protection doesn’t have to be complex or difficult. I rarely do any kind of elaborate working to cast protections over myself and my energy. Instead, over the years, I’ve adapted the mundane everyday activities in my life into a net of protection that I naturally renew every day or so.

Here are some of the things I do to protect my energy every day:

My dresser and closet are warded and charmed so that I can easily choose an item and activate the protection of every item I put on. (I’ll publish a post about the method for charming a piece of furniture at some point.)

When I add sugar and milk to my coffee, I am adding sweetness and richness to my day. Before I drink it, I offer the first taste to my house spirits in return for their protection for the day. (You could do this with your deities, ancestors, etc.)

If I’m looking for a boost to my protections for the day, I’ll have a hearty breakfast to keep my energy up. This usually includes eggs, toast with peanutbutter and a jelly of some kind, and turkey bacon since these are things I associate with a good day and extra energy. You can replace these with whatever you like as long as you’re cooking and eating with the intent of protection and boosting your energy.

Greet the house plants and rub the leaves of the plants whose energy I would like to carry with me (usually this is rosemary, basil, and the spider plants for me).

I rarely leave the apartment without a hat on. As I choose one (to match my outfit, of course, but also to match my mood and goals) and put it on, I will trace a circle around it and activate the same protection that my other clothes hold. This is my version of veiling; you can use scarves, headbands, bandanas, sunglasses, or even the hood of a jacket or hoodie to the same effect.

The best defense, in my opinion, is a good offense. When I know I’m going to be around someone I can’t stand or who has a history of invading my boundaries, I’ll carry a nail or screw that’s been anointed with something spicy - often pepper-infused oil or spicy pickle juice, since that’s usually what I have on-hand - to mark myself as “Not An Easy Target, Asshole” and repel their efforts. I recently added an anointed clothespin to my favorite denim jacket that’s holding a patch in place (a heart that says “nope”) for the same effect.

To help absorb extra energy, especially in crowded environments, carry something absorbant. Usually this is a piece of kitchen sponge for me, but you could do this with a small potato also, a la @lazywitchling!

I don’t wear perfume, but I will occasionally make a simple herbal spray to spritz my coats and shoes with protective energy. I have a recipe for this coming soon!

Speaking of shoes, to give myself another boost of protection, I’ll place a sigil in the bottom of my shoe. This could be a piece of paper or a pencil drawing directly on the inside, depending on the shoe.

These are just the everyday things. It’s important to me that I use what’s around me in my home so that I bring a little bit of home with me everywhere I go. It’s my main source of comfort and power as a hearth witch.

Pretty much everything I’ve mentioned here will have a separate “tutorial” or recipe post at some point, so keep an eye out for those things! :)