#i think it could make a decent play but I'm worried i wouldn't be able to edit it down to a reasonable length

[celiaelise]

So I've known for a long time that my two witch ocs bear a striking resemblance to Glinda and Elphaba, (though neither is green) but I've recently realized that the best way to describe their whole situation is the Wicked girls crossed with whatever Louis and Lestat have going on. (as I have gleaned from gifsets; haven't actually watched or read iwtv.)

So, um. Make of that what you will.

Their names are Santi and Serafina btw 🤗 They were isolated by being the only two witches in their village, they grew up with only each other for support and fell in love and moved to the big city, but eventually that codependency becomes something truly twisted...

[justcallmecj]

Seeing Your Dragon Form: First Years

(I feel like this chapter of the series may be crappier than the previous ones. I'm slowly running out of ideas and have used up quite a bit of my writing energy recently. I've come to realize that writing for the First Year Squad is just harder for me because I'm used to the pure crackhead energy the fandom gives them, but I'm still going strong! Oh well, I really want to write, so here I am!)

^Original note from Quotev that I put prior to the chapter. As a sort of mini explanation for my mindset going into this one.

Ace

Ace wanted to look unimpressed and chill, but he was currently losing it, and you could tell.

When you finally settled down, he approached you with his hands behind his head, really trying to hit home the idea he wasn't fanboying over you right now.

You brought your head down to allow him to get a closer look as well as touch your horns and snout.

He was a lot gentler than you thought he'd be.

He carefully ran his hand up and down your snout, making you hum in the process.

He tried talking to you, getting frustrated when you'd only hum and growl, before those two working brain cells in his head worked and he figured out that you couldn't actually talk.

He doesn't know, for some reason, a part of his brain just assumed you'd be able to talk.

Despite the current situation, Ace's behavior didn't change. He still tried to tease you, coming up basically unsuccessful because that's just how it is between the two of you, didn't stop him though.

Once, when you weren't paying attention, he tried to climb onto your back, not expecting the reaction that you'd have.

When you realized, you rolled over, trapping him under you. Due to the size difference, he was completely stuck, despite how much effort he put into trying to push you off him. You made sure not to hurt him though, and you didn't.

He could practically hear you laughing, even if it just came out as draconic grumbles.

sigh "You really never change, huh? You big bully! Though honestly, what can I say? I'm the same way, and I wouldn't want you any other way."

Deuce

Deuce was certainly nervous.

No fear. His brazen, delinquent years prepared him to take on any challenge that may be thrown at him, but this was definitely different.

He was stunned for a decent while after you transformed. Just kinda standing there, frozen in place.

Pretty sure his brain fried for a moment.

When he finally came back to his sense, he tried to play it all off with compliments, but really, there was no tricking you, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt and ignored it.

He was the most interesting by your wings.

(If I remember correctly)One of the reasons he likes being on the Track Team/Magical Wheel(?Can't remember which), is feeling the wind rush past him when he picks up speed. Because of this, he really admired your wings, which could do the same thing but ten fold.

He really wanted to ask you to take him on a flight with you, but was too shy to ask out loud. Maybe one day he'll have the confidence.

He made sure to be extra careful around parts like your horns, tail and other parts that may be considered sensitive/vulnerable. He didn't want to risk being even a little to rough and hurting you. He'd never forgive himself if he hurt you. (He doesn't realize how tough dragon skin and scales are, just give him a while).

All in all, it was a pleasant experience for the both of you. He had fun getting to see a new side of you, and you got to have a breather in your dragon form with no worries about who's around you.

"This is truly amazing. I can't believe you're capable of something like this. You really make NRC much more fun than it would be if you weren't here."

Jack

His reaction was much different from the others.

You and him are pretty similar in more ways than some may think.

Both of you are non-human beings capable of turning into a natural animal form. Him a wolf, you a dragon.

He was calm, but astounded. He didn't think you'd be quite so big.

He gets bigger than a normal wolf when he uses his Unique Magic, but he always assumed that was because he's a bigger person himself. Maybe it's just natural for anyone capable of this ability.

He was cautious to approach, not fully aware of how conscious you are, taking his own wolf state into account.

You just sat down, tail resting on the forest floor, wings at rest, showing just how comfortable you were in the situation. That convinced him that nothing had changed except how you looked.

He sat next to you, showing the same peaceful signs. Tail resting and ears calm.

You came closer, laying your head down next to his side. He reached out a hand and gently stroked the top of your head.

You two just stayed there like that for a while. Peacefully enjoying each others calm presence, until he stopped petting you.

You had gotten so used to the feeling and were so close to falling asleep, him stopping upset you.

In retaliation, you picked up your head and placed it down in his lap. He panicked for a moment before freezing, not knowing quite what to do.

He soon recognized the affectionate action. It was one his younger sister and brother would do when they wanted affection without actually saying they wanted affection. A silent plea.

He placed his hand back on your head, petting you like he was not even a minute ago. Sometimes he'd move his hand and scratch behind your ear, which caused you to hum and delight.

"We really are more alike than I thought. Are you sure you're not just a dog in disguise?" You grumbled at the playful tease, making him laugh.

Epel

Epel actually reacted much differently than you expected.

The moment he saw your dragon form, he wasted no time in rushing over and didn't even attempt to hide his complete adoration.

He jump up and down, bouncing on the heel of his feet. He rushed around, taking in every detail about you that he could.

His attention to speech completely leaves his mind and his natural accent slips in until he's speaking with such a think accent it's sometimes hard to understand what he's saying.

This may very well be the most excited you've seen Epel act, other than when he's getting competitive.

When he was finally able to wrap his head around everything and calm down, his demeanor changed on the dime, much like his personality can.

He softly took hold of your snout and held if close to his chest with his arms holding onto the underside of your head, something he likes to do even when you're in your normal form. For him, it's a show of trust, one he knew you'd understand.

A soft hum found its way out of your throat. He giggled at the affection.

You both took a rest and talked. It may have been a one-sided conversation, but he didn't mind.

He rambled on and on to fill the silence, accompanied with the occasional scratch under the chin.

There was a moment where he got jealous about how much bigger you were than him normally, let alone now. But, he soon got over it after thinking about how it must have just been natural since you weren't human.

"As much as I think it's unfair you can do all these cool things about how you look while I'm stuck like this, I'm still really happy that you opened up to me. I know what it's like to not be content with how you look, but we can do our own thing together!"

Sebek

Now, normally, Sebek is really respectful towards you. A byproduct from how he treats Malleus and how similar the two of you are.

Throughout the school year, it's taken some work, but you've gotten him to truly see you as a friend, not just another fae.

But, things did change a little bit after seeing your dragon form.

He's never seen Malleus's, because Malleus sees no use in taking his dragon form most of the time, so he didn't quite know what he was expecting to see from you.

When he watched a massive, spike covered, ice coated dragon walked out of the mist that practically came out of now where, he was honestly a little scared.

He remembered a story Lilia had told him and Silver once. It was about how once, when Malleus was young, he changed forms after throwing a temper-tantrum. After that, Sebek just started associating the idea with anger.

But, his time as a guard(and your friend) allowed him to be more observant than some. He saw every cue that would tell your current mood. There was no anger, only a calm curiosity. A curiosity towards him.

The idea of you watching him with the intention to see how he'd react embarrassed him. He turned his head to hide the reddening of his cheeks, but he didn't realize the red had crept up his ears and right into your watchful gaze.

You made a sound, one he didn't recognize, but it sounded faintly like laughter.

You were laughing at him!!!

He stomped a foot and grumbled under his breath, only causing you make more of the laughing sounds.

After that whole fiasco, Sebek finally felt comfortable enough to let down his guard.

His sharp hearing allowed him to quickly pick up on the different meanings of certain sounds, enough to have a semi-coherent conversation. He made sure to keep his voice quieter than usual, only being able to guess how sensitive your hearing may be right now.

Eventually, the interaction between the two of you fell into a comfortable and familiar conversation, like nothing was different about this scenario than usual.

"I really should be finding Waka-sama right now, but as Silver has told me, I may need to lighten up. So, we'll stay here for a while longer." His voice got just a bit quieter, "Thank you for showing me this."

And then the original note I put on Quotev after the chapter-

(Well, I think this set actually came out a lot better than I initially though it would. These five weren't as hard to write for as they usually are once I actually started soooo- YAY!!)

You can see the mindset change, wow.

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Fixing Gabriel's Writing via a Corruption Arc

Like it or not, Miraculous considers Gabriel Agreste to be a loving father. If he wasn't, then you wouldn't get things like the season five ending or this bit from Queen Wasp:

Gabriel: (guilt-ridden) I don't want to break our promise, but… I can't keep putting our son in danger. Style Queen was supposed to be my masterpiece… but even she failed. I feel like I've done all I possibly could, you know? I'll never be able to fulfill my wish without Ladybug and Cat Noir's Miraculous. (Scene shows Emilie in her coffin) Forgive me, Emilie. I'm giving you up, Nooroo.

But this side of him only shows up in big dramatic moments. When it comes to his more general writing, he's a full out cartoon villain and terrible parent, which is why I've said there's a lot of valid ways to write him. His character is wildly inconsistent. This is a problem that is easily fixed via an actual corruption arc where he goes from somewhat decent parent to monster. There's a couple ways to do this, but here's how I'd do it in the context of keeping canon mostly intact:

Early seasons needed to make Gabriel come across as more openly grief stricken. Really highlight the fact that Emilie's death changed something major about him and his relationship with his son. This is one of the reasons I like a more nuanced Chloe. If you let her and Adrien be actual friends, then you can have her make statements to indicate that Adrien used to be quite close with both of his parents and that Gabriel used to be a good father. You can also have Adrien make statements like this to Plagg, I just like the Chloe angle more as she's more blunt while Adrien is more likely to hide his pain/focus on the positives.

Have Gabriel be unwilling to send akumas to areas where Adrien is. Episodes like Riposte should be impossible as Gabriel will be wholly unwilling to let akumas go after his son. This also lets you justify Adrien being locked up. As is, Gabriel just comes across like a jerk. If he's only banning Adrien from going out in order to keep his son safe? Well, he's still a jerk, but at the very least, he's a jerk who worries about his son's physical well being. Origins saw Adrien sneaking out of the house, so keep that element and make this be the reason he gets caught up in akuma attacks.

As time goes on, Gabriel gets more desperate and more willing to take risks. Lots of things could trigger this such as Ladybug always resetting everything, making him feel less concerned about hurting others. After all, he'll fix everything with his wish and, if he fails, then Ladybug will do it for him. There's really no way to lose here. Style Queen could become a turning point where Gabriel finally willingly put Adrien at risk and he feels awful, but make that also be the closest he's ever come. Have Gabriel decided that risking Adrien is worth the cost if it brings them back Emilie.

After that, things start to go downhill. Gabriel draws away from his son more and more due to guilt, but he's convinced he's in the right because he wants Emilie back so bad. The ends justify the means and all that. This can lead into several different types of endings, but the general feeling of Gabriel's final ending should have an element of pity. He's a villain, but he's a villain many could easily become.

This is the kind of path canon needed to walk if they wanted the season five ending to feel realistic. As is, it's going to read as total nonsense to most fans because they're going to go off of the way Gabriel was played in your standard, monster-of-the-week episode. They're not going to think about those core characterization episodes that were supposed to define Gabriel because those episodes are just too uncommon and too antithetical to the way Gabriel tended to be written.

[loopy777]

Any thoughts on new Kiyi, Mai, and Zuko centered comic?

"An all-new stand-alone Avatar graphic novel! Kiyi, half-sister to Fire Lord Zuko, enrolls at the Royal Fire Academy for Girls! Known for its strict curriculum and even stricter instructors, Zuko worries for Kiyi."

When things take a turn for the worse and a seed of doubt about the new headmistress is planted, Zuko takes action by installing one of the people he trusts most, Mai, as an academy teacher. Can Mai keep a watchful eye over Kiyi and keep her on the right path, or will the academy’s cruel culture shape her footsteps into those of her other half-sibling, Azula?"

I'm looking forward to this one! As an active member of the Maiko Support Community, I'm of course happy to see Mai back in the storyline with a setup that could lead to finally resolving this Breakup plotline. I'm also just so happy that this is coming out in March 2025, so I might be able to actually make a progress report on my Maiko Timeline next time! XD

I think Hicks has the pacing and storytelling skills to give Mai some decent focus even if Kiyi is the main character. The recent Iroh&June comic showcases it, even if I don't think that one brought all its themes together. Fortunately, fixing Mai's problems with Zuko isn't as thorny as the morality of Iroh's life, and there are any number of good short fanfics which manage it quite well. @privatefire has one I really like that's only 18k words, and if a picture is, as they say, worth a thousand words, then something similar would require only 18 panels at minimum. XD I even wrote one in 19k words which had room left over for an Assassination subplot and a secondary romantic couple.

I've never been enthusiastic about Kiyi, but of course I'm not a fan of Gene Yang's Avatar writing at all, so it's possible Faith Erin Hicks will make me like the character. I'm also interested in a good look at the Girls Academy, as we've gotten some interesting hints about the nature of the place in the Kyoshi novels- and at the NYCC panel where they announced this comic, the lead designer on the Avatar RPG talked about how he ran a cool long-term playtesting session set there. I just want to know why we haven't heard about a Boys Academy at all; was Zuko home-schooled? If so, why?

The mention of Azula is interesting, as we've never heard much about her connection to the academy; the cartoon just hinted that it was where she met Mai and Ty Lee. Of course, in the world of fanfic (professional'n'approved-by-Avatar-Studios or otherwise), throwaway references have to become major aspects of character history and worldbuilding, hence why there's apparently no equivalent academy for boys. That said (rather snarkily), I suspect we won't get much about Azula in this comic, perhaps a quick mention about how she thrived in such a harsh environment. I wouldn't mind this new Harsh Headmistress has some memories of Azula, either as her teacher or maybe even a fellow student (upperclassmen?), which could be the impetuous for some change at the Academy.

I'm interested in the idea that Zuko thinks Kiyi could potentially become like Azula, but that's a rather fraught story-path which could either alleviate or exacerbate all the talk about how the point of Kiyi's character is to be The Good Daughter and prove that all Azula's problems are Ozai's fault. Not that Azula's problems don't mostly stem from Ozai, but Kiyi is a rather ham-fisted way of conveying that, and it buries some of the extra nuance of problems with the whole Royal Family and Fire Nation society itself. But the Academy could be a good way of showing some of those societal issues, so this comic might be aiming for a good target.

I also really like the idea of Mai finding a calling as a teacher or similar role-model, giving her a role to play in this generational Redemption Of The Fire Nation. That's actually something I've played with, so I'm delighted at the possibility of seeing it become canon.

So, overall, I'm rather enthusiastic for this comic. Even a girl sitting behind me at the announcement and saying out loud that she never liked Zuko and Mai as a couple could ruin my mood.

[fairyniceyeah]

💎🦌Day 22: "What's the bad news?"

Poison/Bed-Ridden/Cauterization

@juneofdoom

Day 21: "Let's play a game"

Summary: It was only a stomach flu…

CW: emeto, seizure, hospital

Whumpee/Sickie: Joshua

Caretaker: S.Coups + Jeonghan

Day Zero

"I'm going to turn in for tonight”, Joshua whispered and lifted the blanket he had been sharing with Jeonghan off his legs. 

Jeonghan turned his attention away from the movie that was playing - it was voluntary movie night instigated by BooSeokSoon in Jeonghan’s dorm - towards his fellow 95liner. Joshua had seemed a bit off, a bit pale all day and now he winced as he moved to detangle himself from Seungkwan, who had fallen asleep on his lap. The youngest vocalist just turned in his sleep, mumbling something before becoming still again.

“You okay?”, Jeonghan whispered, not wanting to have the other’s attention on them. He doubted Joshua would appreciate that.

The other vocalist nodded. “I’m fine. Just a bit of a stomach ache. I think dinner might be having an issue with me.” His hand had moved to cradle his abdomen but other than that and his paleness he seemed good. Maybe an early night wouldn't hurt.

“Do you need anything? Meds, hot water bottle?”, Jeonghan questioned but received a shake of Joshua’s head as an answer.

“I’ll just lie down. If I need anything, Cheollie and Minghao-yah are at our dorm after all”, Joshua answered as he stood up and then said a bit louder, so that everybody awake could hear him: “I’m going to sleep. Good night.”

A chorus of “Good night”s followed him out.

Day One 

“Cheollie, it’s not even six am”, Jeonghan complained into his phone which’s ringing had disturbed his sleep, “why are you already up?”

“I haven’t turned in yet”, Seungcheol answered with a sigh. That had Jeonghan’s attention. “Shua is sick. He has been throwing up since he came back from yours and he’s running a decent temperature…”

He wanted to continue but Jeonghan, having rolled onto his stomach to actually be able to use his phone without the danger of falling back asleep, interrupted him: “He told me yesterday he had a stomach ache from dinner. Why didn’t he say he was nauseous?”

“He said it only really got bad when walking and in the elevator. Anyways, I already spoke to a manager - I’m staying home with Shua today. He’s asleep right now and hasn’t been throwing up every half hour since four but I don’t doubt he’ll feel awful when he wakes up. He’s also still at 38.3°C”, Seungcheol explained, “since I haven’t slept and was with him, the manager said that it’s best that I stay to catch up on some sleep and to stop the risk of contagion. So, congratulations, you’re in charge today.”

In the evening Jeonghan had convinced the manager that it didn’t matter if he went to see Joshua - he’d been cuddling with the sick member the whole past evening, if he was to get sick he’d get sick. 

“Hey”, he whispered as he entered his best friend’s bedroom. Joshua was sitting up with a pillow propping him up against the headboard. He was looking ashen-gray and the very definition of sick. There was a bucket sitting on the floor by his head, clean but still wet from the water used to clean it out. Joshua was reading a book though it seemed like he wasn’t taking much in.

“Hi, Han-ah”, Joshua greeted, looking up. He placed the book away without putting a bookmark - so he really hadn’t been paying attention to it. “What are you doing here? You didn’t sneak in, did you? It’s bad enough that I might have infected Cheollie already.”

“I came to see how you were, dumbass. I was worried and besides, we were cuddling. If I am destined to get sick, I already have been cursed”, Jeonghan answered and sat on the edge of Joshua’s bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Awful”, Joshua mumbled with a sigh, “my stomach feels like it’s been turned into lava. The cramps are terrible, the vomiting is worse. And I’m so cold from the fever.”

As if to make his point, he shivered.

“I’m sorry, baby”, Jeonghan said and brushed a sweat-soaked curl away from where it was stuck to Joshua’s equally sweaty forehead, “is there anything I can do to help?”

“Not really. Before he went to nap, Cheollie already gave me some fever reducers, pain meds and the anti-emetic”, Joshua mumbled before his voice turned bitter, “then I threw it all up and Wonwoo had to help me.”

“You know none of us mind”, Jeonghan comforted, “how long ago was that?”

“I don’t know. Forty-five minutes? Something like that”, Joshua replied, “no, don’t say it.”

Jeonghan smiled at him. “Why don’t we try some plain rice? Mingyu made it specifically for you and gave it his best.”

Joshua snorted, then seemed to regret that as the motion pulled at his aching stomach. “We’re an Asian household. I think we’d die if we didn’t have rice available at all times.”

“Fair enough. I’m actually scared for Jihoon-ah, just thinking about it”, Jeonghan joked. Then he turned serious: “You should really try eating. You need some strength.”

Joshua acquiesced. 

Five minutes after he’d had some rice, Joshua had to bury his face in the bucket again, choking up the few bites he had managed to swallow. As he managed to stop gagging and with trails of spit dangling from his lips, he rasped: “I told you.”

Seungcheol sent Jeonghan home to his dorm half an hour later, claiming Jeonghan needed his sleep - which was rich coming from the insomniac general leader but Jeonghan felt guilty enough about making Joshua eat that he just went quietly. 

Day Two

Jeonghan woke up to a text message.

Seungcheol (04:28): I’m staying home with Shua-yah again.

They all were worried, every single member not really focused on work that day. Joshua hadn’t been able to keep anything down for over twenty-four hours and his fever was steadily burning. Not even the hot water bottle seemed to be able to soothe the pain and sore muscles. He was basically bed-ridden by then, his strength not enough to drag himself to the bathroom even if he wanted to. Jeonghan received a picture from a manager during vocal practice - Seungcheol and Joshua curled up on the leader’s big bed together, both asleep and Joshua so tiny in the eldest’s arms. Nobody needed to know that Jeonghan put it in his folder of his favorite Seventeen pictures.

Jeonghan didn’t go to see them that day.

Day Three

They all had a day off. Jeonghan had forced himself into the other apartment. Seungcheol needed sleep. Joshua needed to get better. And Jeonghan was worried. 

“Go sleep, Cheollie”, Jeonghan whispered, so as not to wake the sleeping Joshua.

“But …”, Seungcheol protested, nervously biting his lip, eyebrows furrowed. “He’s so sick.”

“I know. But you need rest”, Jeonghan said, opening his arms for the exhausted leader. Immediately Seungcheol had thrown himself into the embrace, obviously overly tired and exhausted, overwhelmed by caring for a member so sick. If Joshua wasn’t better soon, they’d have to take him to the hospital. Already the company doctor had given him some IV fluids and meds but it seemed it had only helped make Joshua sleep. “I’ll take good care of him for you.”

Seungcheol nodded, rubbing his eyes and yawning. “Wake me if you need help. Anything.”

Jeonghan laughed softly and shoved him out of the door. “Rest, ddaddu.”

Then he was alone with Joshua. He made himself comfortable in the chair beside the bed, opening the book Joshua hadn't touched for days.

“Hey, Shua, baby, wake up for me”, Jeonghan whispered, stroking sweat-soaked hair plastered to Joshua’s forehead back. “You need to eat lunch.”

It took a good while for Jeonghan to get Joshua awake and even then his eyes kept falling shut. It was obvious just how exhausted he was, how ill he was. “Han?”, he rasped, voice nearly gone from repeated vomiting, “I’m so tired. I just want to sleep.”

“I’m sorry, baby, I know”, Jeonghan mumbled. He hated himself for disturbing Joshua’s rest like that but he hadn’t eaten in so long and he was growing weaker. If he didn’t manage to eat until that evening they had agreed to bring him to the hospital. “But you need nutrients and fluids. And we should take your temperature again.”

“I’ll just throw up again”, Joshua protested weakly, “I don’t want to eat.”

“If you don’t eat I’ll take you to the hospital now”, Jeonghan said softly. It wasn’t a threat. It was worry. 

“No. No hospital. Please.”

As Joshua protested, never having been a fan of hospitals and likely feeling too wretched for the trip, Jeonghan nearly wished Joshua had agreed. Except for Wonwoo’s gastroenteritis, he couldn’t remember seeing a member so sick before. Maybe they shouldn’t wait till evening for a hospital visit but getting Joshua to agree looked like an impossible task. Forcing him would be no good either. So Jeonghan sighed and pulled out the thermometer. 

Joshua kept his eyes closed, fingers entangled with Jeonghan’s as they waited for the results. “39.5°C”, Jeonghan read with worry, “Shua, it hasn’t gone down at all today. If anything, it’s up.”

“Just give me some painkillers for my stomach if I have to eat - they’ll help with the fever too”, Joshua muttered. Jeonghan nodded, running his fingers through his hair for a moment. 

“Give me a moment, I’ll get the meds and food.”

Joshua didn’t respond.

“How is he?”, Wonwoo asked from where he was perched on a kitchen chair, watching Mingyu cook. 

“Fever is still high. He doesn’t want to but I told him he needs to eat. I have half a mind to just pack him into a car and drive him to a hospital”, Jeonghan sighed and slumped down on the chair beside him. Wonwoo sighed.

“Do you think it could be what I had?”, he asked worriedly. 

Mingyu turned around from the stove at that moment. “Why aren’t you taking him to the hospital?”

“I don’t know”, Jeonghan said to both questions. “He really doesn’t want to go.”

“He also has a fever going through the roof - he isn’t thinking clearly”, Wonwoo pointed out, “but it’s your choice.”

“I just don’t want to force him. You know he hates hospitals. He doesn’t like needles. I want him to be comfortable”, Jeonghan said with doubt in his heart, “can you make him some soup, Mingyu-yah?”

“One step ahead of you, hyung”, Mingyu said, pointing to the stove, “it’s already done.”

“Oh, thanks.” Maybe Jeonghan shouldn’t have been surprised. They all were so close with each other and caring for each other in their own ways had easily become second nature to them.

When Jeonghan entered the bedroom again, carrying a steaming bowl of soup, Joshua was fast asleep again. There was a bit of bile in the bucket, Jeonghan saw, grimacing. Joshua had nothing left in himself to throw up.

Waking Joshua was hard. No matter what Jeonghan tried - whispering his name, gently shaking his shoulder, calling his name loudly, using the cool cloth to try to shock him into wakefulness - it didn’t work.

Jeonghan felt himself start to tremble when he realized that, no, Joshua wasn’t asleep. This was not sleep at all, it was unconsciousness. Fear was gripping Jeonghan’s heart as he stumbled a step back. Was his fever that high? As he lifted his hand to touch Joshua’s forehead he found it burning.

“Cheollie”, he yelled, panicked. He was so out of his depth. “Seungcheol! I need help!”

The door behind him crashed open, admitting Mingyu and Wonwoo first - having been the closest - followed by a half-asleep leader who suddenly looked wide-awake the moment he laid his eyes on Joshua and the trembling Jeonghan.

“What happened?”, he asked, pushing past the other two rappers.

“I went to get him some food but when I came back, he … Shua … he wouldn’t wake …”, Jeonghan started, trying to suppress his tears. He whirled around as Joshua made a sound, somewhere between a groan and a grunt. 

Jeonghan heard somebody start to sob when he took in the scene. Joshua’s body was tense on the bed, back arched as his eyes were rolling behind closed lids. Everyone of his appendages was trembling and then…

Then Joshua began to seize.

Jeonghan was helpless to watch, as Seungcheol ordered Mingyu to call an ambulance and told Wonwoo to time … it. His eyes were fixed on Joshua, who was groaning, making these awful sounds that didn’t even sound quite human as his body was thrown from side to side. Seungcheol ran to pull the blanket off Joshua, receiving a kick in the stomach by an uncoordinated limp, but he didn’t even seem fazed.

Two hours later the four of them, Seungcheol, Wonwoo, Mingyu and Jeonghan, were sitting in a waiting room in a random hospital. They hadn’t seen Joshua since the ambulance had sped off with him shortly after they had arrived. The paramedics had been mumbling about low blood pressure but a too high pulse, a fever burning over 40°C and bad dehydration. Joshua had looked so small, hooked up to so many machines.

Now, all they could do was wait. 

Seungcheol was pacing. Wonwoo was just staring at the opposite wall. Mingyu was trying to distract himself with his phone. Jeonghan hadn’t yet stopped crying.

They had let the other know, of course, leaving Jun, Hoshi and Woozi in charge. It would normally be a disaster waiting to happen but as far as Jeonghan knew they were all just gathered in the 8th floor dorm waiting for news and taking comfort in each other's presence.

Jeonghan startled badly as the door opened and a doctor walked in. Hopeful eyes turned up to her and she gave them a tight nod in greeting. 

“Joshua-ssi is asleep at the moment. Our fears of a burst appendix or other infected organs have been proven wrong and his fever has gone down a bit. He didn’t have another seizure”, she said. Mingyu breathed out in relief, leaning his head on Wonwoo’s shoulder, who pulled him close. Seungcheol had stopped pacing, instead listening intensely. 

“What’s the bad news?”, Jeonghan asked quietly. Why would the doctor start with telling them what it wasn’t? Why wasn’t she saying what was wrong with Joshua?

The doctor sighed. “It appears as if Joshua-ssi is suffering from Escherichia coli or in short E.Coli.”

Seungcheol frowned. “Food poisoning? Food poisoning can do that?”

“Basically, yes”, the doctor said, “E.Coli is food poisoning. But in Joshua-ssi’s case it has turned into bacteremia. It’s an infection or rather poisoning of the bloodstream caused by bacteria entering the blood due to a scrape or cut. We think that due to the excess vomiting Joshua-ssi’s esophagus was torn a bit, causing the bacteria he was throwing up to enter his blood. Due to this, he developed sepsis.”

“Oh, God”, Seungcheol mumbled and collapsed into the chair next to Jeonghan. The younger gently took his hand, needing the support as much as the leader did.

“How are you treating him?”, Wonwoo asked, as always able to keep a clear head.

“We put him into an artificial coma so his body can rest. He is receiving oxygen and antibiotics to treat the infection”, the doctor explained.

“Is … is he going to be okay?”, Jeonghan whispered, not daring to look up from where he was fiddling with Seungcheol’s team ring. 

“If the medication helps as much as we hope, yes. But we need to wait and see how it progresses before we promise anything”, she answered.

“Can we see him?”, Seuncgheol said.

“Not yet. We’re keeping him in isolation for now, so he can’t get into contact with any other germs. If he gets better in the next two days, you’ll be able to see him.”

Day One of Joshua being able to return to their schedules was likely one of the best the group had ever experienced. 

Two weeks after the initial hospitalization, including three days in coma, Joshua was allowed to return home to the dorm. He was still weak, pale and mostly sleeping the days away. Three days later the fever returned and he was bedridden in the hospital again. It was touch and go for a while.

But now, nearly two months later, Joshua was with them at the photo shoot scheduled for that day. All members, even those who were already finished with theirs and allowed to leave, stuck around to watch him together.

Joshua was really glowing under the flood lights.

Jeonghan couldn’t help but smile as Seungcheol pressed his hand.

“He’s okay, Han-ah. He’s okay.”

Day 23: "You're doing great"

Masterlist link: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's June of Doom 2024

[pseudophan]

what do u think of the silent hill remake so far personally i'm really loving it

(minor silent hill 2 remake spoilers in this reply, no story spoilers though)

IT'S SO GOOD. i'm SHOCKED. like i always thought it would be a decent game i never bought into the negativity really but i didn't think it would be like... great? i assumed it would be fine but objectively maybe a 6.5 or 7/10 but i'd love it just because it's silent hill and i can always just replay the original when i want the full experience but GODDAMN.... i'm only like halfway through the woodside apartments cause i can only play when it's dark out and my mum's awake so it's a very limited timeframe lol but so far i'm having an incredible time. i've never been more tense in my life. i'm also one hit away from death at all times because i'm bad at video games and the way james is moaning in pain and barely able to walk is stressing me out even more sbdhfjsd i'm so sorry dude i will get better at combat i promise.

idk my main thing i keep thinking about is how clear it is that the devs really really love the og game. my biggest worry was that they wouldn't be able to capture the atmosphere and feeling of the original in a modern game but fucking hell they really did. it's of course not the exact same, the fixed camera angles being traded in for an over the shoulder view and the better graphics and relatively normal voice acting all make it so you can't fully recreate the way the original felt, but none of it has made the game worse at all, the differences aren't a big deal. i've seen people say the original felt more dreamlike and the remake feels more oppressive and i think that perfectly sums it up. running through the streets of silent hill in the og feels like you're trapped in a nightmare you can't wake up from, the remake feels more like you're trapped in a very real scenario you just can't escape

also!!! obsessed with how they handled the corpses strewn about. they clearly realised that if they did what the original did and used james' character model for all of them it would be a little too obvious because of the better textures and graphics, and if it's obvious then james would have to comment on it and that makes it a direct part of the story rather than a subtle eerie thing. the one with the key just being a pile of clothes is a decent solution but i looove one by the tv being covered by a sheet and how if you interact with it james reaches out to remove it but changes his mind and leaves it. i thought that was clever

i could go on forever but my mum's calling me to come stack firewood my life is so hard

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Here's MY thoughts on the love island the game's seasons, for no reason other than I want to:

Also because the majority of the people following me are here for OM! & I want to drag more people down into the litg hell with me :)

Season 1: why is everyone so bitchy for no reason????? Talia & Jake are okay but other than that it's meh... don't really like the art style either

Season 2: Immaculate. Chef's kiss. They hit a high they never reached again. Somehow managed to balance the drama & the found family aspect and created a dynamic where you can actually believe everyone is friends and having fun even if sometimes they try to kill each other. Characters are flawed but generally decent people who are allowed to grow throughout the season. You get the option to make MC a bi gym-bro who can devour an entire cake in one sitting and bench press her partner. There's a reason this got two sequels.

Season 3: It's fine ig. Short and kind of boring. Nothing much happens. AJ is so cute though she almost makes up for it.

Season 4: Honestly a close 2nd favourite. We get a lot of character backstory and like s2 it touches on some serious issues. The season with some of the funniest moments/lines of dialogue - multiple moments where I just laughed out loud. I'm still only half way through it but the "villain" is just straight up mean for no reason and doesn't get any character development like the characters in S2 but makes up for it by having some of the funniest interactions with other characters and I was so sad to see her go. Also the season where I desperately wish MC was allowed to be in an open relationship till the very end and finish off the season in a polycule with every other islander who was in the love "triangle"s of the the season because this was the hardest season to pick a LI - Najuma is just all around amazing, Bruno is sweet & funny, Tom is so pathetic* MC & Thabi's friendship is also the best thing? It's great seeing a platonic relationship that is as loving (if not more so) than the romantic relationships. It's literally:

Season 5: Psychological horror. The producers said 'hey wouldn't it be funny if we torture this woman on national tv' and then committed to the bit. My memories are hazy because even though I only played it earlier this year it upset me so much I did my best to block most of it out but also I'm 100% sure there was actual galighting happening. Don't know why MC stuck around till the end because all she's gonna be able to use the money for is to pay for her therapy. Anyway I think MC should have been allowed to brutally murder everyone, she deserved it <3

Season 6: I liked the concept but I think they should have utilised it more. I'm still right at the very beginning (around ep 9) and I KNOW the general consensus from everyone who has reached the last eps seems to be that Amelia sucks MAJOR ass. But look, this is the first time a game has given me a MC with a canon family member who is also part of the game so in my opinion Amelia could commit war crimes and she's still be the most precious little uwu ever because I'm activating MC's insanely overprotective oblivious to all faults ""big"" sister mode

Edit:

*I just played more of S4 and holy shit someone needs to get this man away from his parents and also maybe get him some therapy jfc

Edit 2:

** youcef, mc & valentina helping tom figure out he likes flowers and pink and tie-dye clothes and makeup and being complimented and called pretty and getting hugs is getting to me okay his parents better watch the show and see their adult son finally discovering himself and what he likes instead of what they think he should like and finally being able to let loose and have fun without worrying about what others think of him and finally being happy and they better get some sense knocked into them OR he should go to therapy and realise that no matter how much he loves his parents their love and regard being so conditional to the point that he's hidden his entire personality and is now so extremely self-conscious of it whenever it does manage to peak out, that he nearly cries on national tv after a practical stranger compliments those hidden bits is not good. Also the man has some of the most insane repressed queer vibes???? What do you mean he sees a canon nonbinary person wearing a floppy hat and is reminded of the floppy hat he loved as a child that his father threw away and replaced with a baseball cap and then when he "lost" the baseball cap his father bought him the exact same one again

Edit 3:

*** i was 100% sure i was going to get mc to stick with najuma (dorky mischevious goth who is so so bad at flirting hello!!!?) but i got caught by "sad & shy with serious self-worth issues hidden badly behind an overconfident exterior (who blushes & gets flustered easily because he so rarely receives genuine praise/compliments) experiences postive regard for the first time and loses his shit" for the third fucking time

Edit 4:

Okay but why does Dylan get (rightfully) called out by everyone in S4 for all the bullshit he does to MC from blatantly lying to her to not listening when she says "No" But in S5 when Suresh (admittedly, more subtly) pulls off the same shit no one says anything, even MC's "friends" don't believe her.

In S2 when Luke/Henrik gets a little too forceful after MC says no, he gets called out by MC's partner and immediately apologises

In S4 when Dylan does the whole "stop pretending you don't want me" routine after MC rejects him multiple times, the rest of the islanders band together and basically chase him off the island

In S5 when Suresh pulls literally the same thing from the very first episode itself but none of the other islanders believe MC, and Suresh keeps getting to do this until almost the very end while also managing to constantly play hot & cold with MC and chase away all of MCs other romantic interests

[svltzmans]

for worse or for better - h.m.

a/n: good morning! another banger request from ??? anon lets all thank them for their contributions to my blog 😭 this is the last fic in my request box so if any of y'all have something in mind you want me to write now is the perfect time to send it in <3

warnings: kinda angsty??? but then fluffy so its fine <3, mentions of periods, unnecessary cursing bc i am a sailor

y/n knew when she woke up that her day wasn't going to go well.

the squeezing pains in her abdomen had already started, and she wasn't having it. not even a little.

messily making her bed and getting dressed, she realizes that even the most mundane of tasks are stressing her out.

much to her dismay, she still had to go to class. and wickery practice, and to study group, and...

ugh.

more than anything else, y/n just wants to stay in bed. maybe shed a few tears and order a pizza. but that is a complete pipe dream.

"y/n! hi!"

it's lizzie, and she's in an annoyingly good mood.

"hey," y/n manages, her mood shining through in her tone.

lizzie feigns a frown. "someone didn't sleep well, huh?"

"i slept fucking fine, if you must know," y/n sneered, becoming irritated by lizzie's ever present charm.

"jeez, y/n. i'm gonna walk away now."

and she does, and y/n immediately feels bad. she knows she's pretty irritable on her period, but she thought she'd be able to control it.

but as it turns out, she's not in as much control as she thought.

y/n takes her usual seat in potions class, usually right next to her girlfriend, hope.

except hope's not there when class starts, and y/n is irritated. the one person that makes her feel better decided not to show up.

she sighs, resting her chin in her arms. she knew class would feel extra long without hope next to her, cracking jokes and sharing the doodles she draws instead of focusing and taking notes.

an hour finally goes by after what feels like three, and y/n is exhausted. she knows she has to go to wickery practice or face the wrath of penelope park.

does she care about that? not much, but she forces herself to change into a t-shirt and gym shorts and make her way to the field. she's sure hope will come eventually, considering that wickery is much more fun than potions class.

the team has already started practicing when y/n arrives, and she decides to just jump in.

making a few decent passes, she thinks her day might just be turning around. still with no sight of hope, y/n's disappointment grows in the pit of her stomach.

she forgets about her misfortune momentarily when she spots lizzie, preparing for the next play. she makes her way over, feeling unnerved that the blonde is still angry about earlier.

"lizzi-"

"y/n, don't apologize. i have a period too."

"how did you...?"

"i just know. that's the only time you ever act like that. well, that and when you haven't had caffeine in a couple of days."

"you know me a little too well. now, give me the ball."

toward the end of practice, y/n sits down on the bench, sipping some water. she scans the field for hope, thinking she might have missed her, but she's nowhere to be found.

it's not exactly unlike hope to miss class, and maybe even an occasional wickery practice, but y/n is getting frustrated. she hasn't seen her girlfriend all day, and hope hadn't made any effort to see her.

as if her thoughts could be read, hope plops down next to her, in her wickery uniform.

"what'd i miss?," she asks, placing a gentle kiss on y/n's cheek as she settles.

"uh, well, where do i start? potions, almost all of wickery practice... where have you been all day?"

"dr. saltzman needed me, we had to go-"

"well why didn't you tell me, hope? i've been worried about you. you can't just disappear all day. you didn't even put in any effort to let me know that i wouldn't see you at all today."

with that, y/n stands and starts walking away. she knows she needs to be alone before she starts saying worse things she doesn't mean.

hope is left completely blindsided by y/n's reaction to her presence. y/n never gets frustrated in that way, especially not with her. she figures something must be bothering her, and without much consideration at all, she comes to a conclusion.

after coming down from her anger high, y/n is consumed with guilt from the way she treated both hope and lizzie. she at least had attempted to apologize to lizzie, even though lizzie had practically done all the work for her.

she decided that she couldn't face hope, not like this. she is almost ashamed of the way her eyes are puffy from the tears that had streamed (and are still slightly streaming) down her flushed face.

just as y/n starts to prepare to sleep, there's a quiet knock on the door.

"y/n? it's me, are you in there?"

it's hope, and y/n decides that she has to talk to her eventually.

"yeah, i'm here," she mutters, voice still weak from crying.

hope creaks open the door, shutting it gently behind her, and sits at the foot of y/n's bed.

"are you okay?"

"totally fine."

"it looks like you've been crying."

"nope. just... allergies."

a silence falls between them, with a worried look on hope's face as y/n avoids her gaze.

"y/n..."

before hope can even start her sentence, tears are welling in y/n's eyes. she crossed her fingers that hope wouldn't notice, but soon the few tears turned into a small stream.

hope moves closer, wrapping her arms tightly around y/n's torso. "oh, baby... it's okay. you're okay," she whispers, gently scratching the back of y/n's head.

"hope... i am so sorry, i don't know what got into m-"

"shh, hey, it's okay. i understand. i get a period too, you know."

"lizzie said the same thing! like exactly!"

y/n can't help but laugh, and hope soon joins her.

"c'mon, let's get some rest, yeah?"

"only if you'll stay tonight."

"y/n, if you think i'm going anywhere, you have lost your damn mind. but, i think i need to borrow some of your pajamas..."

"say less."

before she knows it, y/n is dead asleep, hope's arm draped lightly over her girlfriend.

hope pulls her closer, planting a light kiss on her forehead.

"sleep tight, don't let penelope park bite," she whispers, giggling quietly to herself.

[fluffytriceratops]

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 𝐚. 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 [chapter four]

chapter four: "𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚎."

notes: as a fellow over thinker, i relate to y/n a lot in this one. also- sorry these chapters are taking so long to come out ajdkfgjhdkfgjh- i'll try to do better. also i'm very rusty so this is kinda shit. <3 

chapter three: "there he is, mr. america."

no longer posting chapters on tumblr, if you want to read the rest of the story you can find it on wattpad, ao3, and quotev. [click each link to read-]

««•◦ ✪ ◦•»» Y/n tried to pay attention to Bokuto, she really, truly did. However, her mind had other plans. She kept thinking about what was going to happen afterwards. Would he come up to her and talk with her? Ask why she was here? What if he thought she was stalking him? She wasn't sure if she was even ready to strike up a conversation with the guy! Not a proper one anyway.

"Relax," Keiji had managed to soothe her. She honestly didn't know what she would do if he wasn't here. Oh god, imagine if she was here alone. It would've been absolutely horrendous. She was sure of it.

"I'm trying." She muttered, knee bouncing more than before. She was fiddling with the zipper on her (Kuroo's) sweater, zipping it up and down continuously. This was a mistake. Repeated in her head like a broken record.

"He's a decent guy, and like you said, you apologized already. You don't have anything to be nervous about." Akaashi tried to reassure her, but he knew whatever he would say would go in one ear and right out the other.

There's plenty to be nervous of. Y/n thought, but couldn't find the courage to voice it. Instead she nodded and said, "Yeah..."

Practice was over a lot sooner than she would have liked. And she really did try to pay attention to Bo, but she couldn't stop her gaze from moving towards Atsumu. Like a moth drawn to a flame.

And sometimes he'd catch her gaze in return and she'd quickly look else where so she wouldn't get caught.

It was like he knew she was watching him, but honestly, she couldn't help herself.

While the team cleaned up the court and themselves, Y/n and Akaashi waited outside for Bo and whoever else to join them. Normally she would have offered to help clean up, but she was far too anxious and could really use some fresh air. She leaned back against the building, Keiji at her side doing the same. Her gaze was on the sky as she tried to focus on anything, literally anything, other than Atsumu.

"It's not like he's going to bite you," Y/n snorted at Akaashi's words, dropping her gaze to meet his. "No shit."

"I'm just.." He waited patiently for her to speak, allowing the female to take her time. "I don't really know what I was expecting to come out of this? It just feels like.. there's some kind of pressure around us meeting now. Or uh.. meeting formally." She shrugged.

"And I'm worried that I'll say something stupid and embarrass myself. More than I already have. He probably thinks I'm a creep." She deadpanned, lifting her hands to press against her warm face.

Keiji opened his mouth to respond but was cut off before he got the chance. "Y/n! Akaashi! Did you see me play! I DID SO MANY COOL SPIKES!!"

The e/c eyed girl's lip upturned at the sound of Kōtarō's voice. She couldn't help but giggle and turned to face him as he came racing over, a few of his teammates trailing behind. "I did! You were amazing, Bo!"

Kōtarō's cheeks flushed at her praise and he excitedly looped an arm around her shoulders. Y/n laughed some more as she was pulled against him. She too wrapped an arm around him. Forgetting about Atsumu for a few shorts seconds altogether. "I'm so happy you guys were able to make it!" he chirped, sending his famous grin to Akaashi as well.

"Me too! It's been too long. I missed watching you guy's play. Kuroo said he'd stop by next time and bring you a snack since he missed it." Y/n used to watch Bokuto play a lot more often, but now she was so busy she didn't get as many opportunities as before. It was kind of sad but she made up for it by bribing him with snacks.

"Alright! That's awesome!"

"Oh! Lemme introduce you!" He whirled around to face the few of his friend's who had joined him. She wasn't sure if they were planning on doing anything or not, but she didn't really get a chance to ask. The only one she really recognized was Hinata, and honestly the rest of their names kinda passed over her head. She knew she had met a couple of them before, but Y/n had never been very good with remembering names. Y/n embraced Shōyō joyously, laughing as he told her of his own plays, making all kinds of noises in the process. "And this is Miya Atsumu!"

Her gaze flicked up to the blonde, it wasn't that she hadn't noticed he was there, she just simply ignored him. Was that rude? Maybe?? It was probably best she didn't acknowledge the whole ass smacking thing, so she decided not to mention it. "Hello, it's nice to meet you!"

Of course he recognized her instantly. When a cute girl accidentally hits you in the ass, you tend to remember her.

His lips upturned in a cheeky grin, clearly amused as he replied. "You're in one of my classes, right?" 

Y/n's cheeks instantly heated and she did her best to keep herself composed despite the fact that she wanted to dissolve into nothing. "Yeah, I think so. You do look familiar but that might be because I've seen you and Bo play together." 

Just keep it cool... Maybe he doesn't fully recognize you?

"You're the girl who slapped my ass, right?" 

OKAY HE REMEMBERS- HE DEFINITELY FUCKING REMEMBERS- 

Bokuto wheezed and a few of his teammates shared a look of both amusement and confusion. Y/n wanted to die. And definitely looked like it too. 

"Nngg- No- that- hah you must have got me mistaken with someone else..." She waved him off, trying to seem nonchalant and failing miserably. Y/n just hoped Atsumu would drop the subject and they would move on- 

"I don't think so. You slapped it during that one time in our buisiness class with Miss. Sato." His head tilted to the side and that cheeky grin of his melted into a smirk- that she may or may not have found extremely attractive- 

Y/n blinked. Mouth partially open as she tried to find the right words to express herself. Something that she wouldn't regret saying later. 

"Your booty must not have been very memerable." WHAT ARE YOU DOING ASKJDFKGJdFH- THATS NOT SOMETHING YOU WONT REGRETTTT-

Bo cackled like a damn witch and Akaashi rose a brow in mild confusion.

 "I am so confused right now.." Hinata mumbled, earning a clap on the back from Suna. "You and me both." 

Atsumu, however, recovered rather quickly from his suprsise and let out a soft chuckle. "Oh really? I'm not sure if I should be offended or not." He hummed and Y/n swore her heart died on the spot. 

"Not. Definitely not." She swallowed thickly and turned quickly towards Bokuto. "Don't you eat? Like- food? Dinner- after practice." She was so flustered she could hardly get the words out, and while it was very amusing, Bo decided to humor her and nodded quickly. Besides, he was hungry. 

"Yes, we eat." He chortled, shaking his head a little. "You guys in for grabbing a bite?" 

"Oh definitely." Suna mused, slinging an arm across Atsumu's shoulders. "I think we're all curious to see where the night takes us." 

━

"I'm such an idiot." Y/n whined, hitting her head against the window of Akaashi's car. He couldn't help but allow a small smile to travel onto his face in mild amusement. "It wasn't that bad." 

"It wasn't very good either." Bo mused from the backseat next to Hinata and Y/n placed her face in her hands, mumbling out something incoherent. 

"What was that?" 

"I wanna yeet myself into traffic." 

Akaashi rolled his eyes. "You're so dramatic." 

━

She sat across from Bo and Hinata, with Akaashi next to her. Y/n busied herself with scrolling through TikTok's while she waited for the rest of the group to come. They were the first to arrive, and made sure to get a table big enough for everyone. She didn't even know who was all coming, she guessed just the people she was with before? 

"Oh, they're here." Y/n glanced up from her phone to see the Miya brothers and Suna. She swore there was more of them coming, but she supposed they elected to stay behind or do something else. 

"Osamu wanted to come, so we picked him up on the way. That's why we're late." Suna hummed, taking a spot next to Bokuto. 

"Don't blame me. You're the one who messaged me to ask if I wanted to join you." Said male huffed, sitting on Akaashi's other side. 

"It's all good, we don't mind." Y/n sent a small smile, trying to make up for her mess earlier. 

"Good, cuz if ya did we'd have a problem." Atsumu teased, plopping down in a spot next to Y/n. Even though he could have sat literally anywhere else. 

Y/n's cheeks warmed and her smile grew nervous. "Are the rest of the guys not coming?" She dodged his comment, truth be told, she didn't know how to reply to it so she just- didn't. 

"Nah. They had other plans. Some have to wake up early for class." Suna didn't bother to look up from the menu as he spoke. He had never been here before, so he was curious to see what they had to offer. 

"What is this place?" 

"Y/n picked it." Akaashi mumbled, stirring his straw in his drink absentmindedly. 

"It had good reviews." She shrugged, taking a sip of her own beverage. 

"So, you guys live together, right?" Osamu asked, placing his menu down after deciding what he wanted to order. 

Bokuto nodded. "Yeah, with Kenma, Kuroo and Tsukishima too." 

"How'd you manage that?" 

"Well we figured renting a house near the university would be better than the dorms or an apartment. And we all wanted to live together anyway." 

"How did you end up there, Y/n?" The h/c haired girl glanced up at the mention of her name, peeking up towards Atsumu. 

"Bo, Kaashi, and I all went to the same high school. We've been friends for years. At the time I was couch surfing after having an issue at my apartment with a stinky roommate and they offered up their last room." 

"The rest is history." Bo sighed, reaching over to grab her chin teasingly. She yanked it out of his grasp and stuck out her tongue. 

"Akaashi and Kenma aren't bad to live with, but the rest I could do without." She jested, and it was his turn to stick his tongue out at her. 

"You wound me, Y/n. After everything I've done for you." 

"I feel the same about Samu. Tsumu I could live without." Suna claimed, snickering at the mildly offended look on Atsumu's face. 

Samu could only grin. "Hah, I'm the favourite." 

"Well that's not very nice, Sunarin." The blonde twin mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair. Y/n tried not to think about how hot  he looked right now. 

Suna shrugged, "I'm not a very nice guy." 

"I think you're nice." Hinata piped up, and Y/n almost melted. "You're so sweet. Blind, but sweet." 

━

Y/n let out a soft sigh as the cool night air hit her flushed cheeks. "It's so nice out here." 

"It's so hot in there." Atsumu groaned, folding his hands behind his head. 

"I swear their furnace is broken." Suna added and the other two nodded in agreement. 

"It was fine at first.." she mumbled, Kuroo's sweater hanging around her waist. She had to take it off at somepoint because she was absolutely dying from the heat. She nearly whacked Atsumu in the process and while the table found it funny she was mortified. 

"You're sure you good to sleep over, Hinata?" She turned to look towards the orange haired male, who jumped up at the sound of his name. 

"Hmm? Oh yeah, I'll be good on the couch, no worries." He smiled. 

"You could always sleep with Bokuto, though you might end up on the floor." Keiji rubbed the back of his neck, as if recalling the memories and Bo's cheeks flushed in mild embarrassment. 

"Hey, I warned you beforehand. And I'm not that bad." 

Atsumu winced, "I beg to differ." 

"We should have a sleepover with all of us one day." Bo was quick to change the subject, and Akaashi and Y/n exchanged smirks.

"Who get's to sleep in Y/n's bed?" Atsumu teased, slinging an arm across her shoulders. 

If she thought her face was red from before, she was sorely mistaken. "I-" she cleared her throat, trying to get her brain to function properly, to no avail. 

"Lettuce! I want some lettuce!" She ducked out of his hold and moved towards the car, getting in before she could say something even stupdier than she just did. 

"Lettuce?" Suna scrunched his nose in confusion. 

"I think you broke her." Osamu hummed, glancing towards his brother. 

"I think you're right." 

"Is she gonna be okay?" Hinata asked, watching as she sunk down in her seat through the window. Burying her red face in her hands. 

"More or less." Akaashi hummed. 

━

"How'd it go?" Kenma glanced up from his spot on the couch at the sound of his friends returning home. Tsukishima sat next to him, headphones slung around his neck and Kuroo was sitting on the floor, pausing the game he and Kenma were playing on the telly. 

Y/n let out a comically long groan, flopping onto the floor the moment she got the chance. 

"That pretty much sums it up." 

[davisexplainableart]

September 27, 2019 (celebrating Jeff Bennett's birthday):

Footman: Ladies and gentleman, the king has now arrived. Please, make way for his grand entrance.

*Buisines begin playing as Camillot, dressed in a king's robe, enters the studio. Me and Chao, as Medival Mixels, are standing to his left and right respectively as we kneel down for him*

Camillot: Good evening, everyone, apologies for being late.

Davis (in Scorpi's body, and speaking in a British accent): Oh, your highness, I believe you have come to choose what Fridays should air tonight?

Camillot: Indeed, I have. Tonight, in honor of Bennett's birthday, I believe it is best to show... um...

Chao (speaking in a not as good, but still decent, British accent): Well, what is it?

Camillot: Well, uh... um... I, uh... Maybe we could... n-no, not that...

Davis (confused): Yes, your highness?

Camillot: No, that wouldn't... er... maybe... errrrrrrrrrrrrrr-

Davis (breaks character; whispering): Camillot, just make a decision already!

Camillot: I-I'm trying. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh- OH, I got it!

Chao: Well, what is your request, your highness?

Camillot: Okay um, how about we show... we show that one... episode of Twisted World that introduced me into the series?

Shivor (speaking with an online Medieval translator): Oh, isn't that the episode Whither Thou were... stuck in a time loop?

Camillot: Uh yeah, I think so...?

Chao (breaking character): Time loop?

Davis: It's a long story... *gets back into character* But your highness, there will still be 3 more hours of Fridays after that, you must have something else in mind for afterwards!

Camillot: I, uh... I-I'll think of something...

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Sorry this was rushed, I've been a bit... distracted by something...

As you can see, to celebrate Jeff Bennett's birthday, Camillot was invited to choose what aired during the night (at least once he arrived, which wasn't until 8:30pm).

Also, Johnny Bravo showed up to the main studio.

However, you may be wondering why Camillot is dressed in a king's robe, and what "Twisted World" is.

For that, I'm gonna need you to start calling me the King of Unoriginality because I'm almost never able to come up with my own ideas.

The Twisted World of Mixels was a 50-episode series set in a post-apocalyptic version of Mixel Land and Mixopolis, where Nixels have mysteriously become way more ravenous and deadly, resulting in many Mixels dying. Some survived, but they've either been corrupted or twisted (pun-intended), with a few going completely insane. The surviving Mixels have to band together to wipe out the Nixel race.

The series was technically based around an old idea from another user (who's name I will not say) called "Twisted Mixels", except everything that happened was real (we got better dw). I was actually a part of it all, which is why I was uneasy with Camillot's decision.

I'll talk about it more in December.

Secondly, Camillot's robe was from the series that aired after Twisted World ended, first named Mixels 2035, and was later renamed Mixels: The Golden Cure.

Inspired by a discontinued set of stories from Mixel Immigrant Arresto (formerly named Arrestso), this was a 15-episode miniseries that took place in the future, in which Flurr went insane after being presumably mistreated by everyone around him. In the process, he also causes everyone in Planet Mixel to start aging, so some young Mixels are now shown as adults (don't worry no sexual content is shown or implied).

If you anything from the original story (known as Cubit Ball Run), you'd know that certain elements in the show are directly taken from the series Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (i.e. some Mixels having spirits known as stands, Flurr using a mask to turn himself evil, etc.).

With Camillot, he was aged heavily (as well as other Mixels), and is now an elderly king (who kind of sounds like Christopher Lee). He was given permission to wear the robe that he wore for filming of the scenes.

Okay that's all, go away. I'm working on something important (AKA slacking off).

[twistedwonderlandobsession]

TWST Character Ranked Based off Whether I Think I Could Live With them

Pt: 1

Note:I am listing this from Worst to Best and giving descriptions as to why

Vil:

This man falls into the hell no category. Not because I know he will be running his blender at 5 am, or even because I would be worried about a stalker fan or the media or some shit. No no no, I would not tolerate him being my room mates for three reasons.

1. He would be yelling at me to go to bed at 10pm

2.He would be Horrified at my dark circles and overall lack or self care and I can already hear his nagging

3.Me and Vil are very particular and control freak people so the way we decorate may clash and I would not be appreciative of his bland ass diet food.

Kamil:

I love this boy I adore him, but I would not be able to handle him. As much as he would be useful financially he would also be a huge responsibility and I am not willing to handle him like Jamil dose purely because I don't want to put him and his family out of a job.

Not to mention he is way to friendly and as much as I would love to have him tell thr waiter I want fries I could also see him being the roommate that brings Home a bunch of friends and drags me out of my hole so no thx bby.

Cater◆:

No, I don't need him constantly filming my home. I think he is respectful enough to ask if he could film me or post stuff about me but it's a no for me. Not to mention I think his sister's kinda fucked him up and I don't think he would be completely comfortable with a female roommate because of that.

Ace♥︎:

I would be on the less tolerable side with him, like he is on the maybe train, cause like I feel like we could somewhat vibe, but I also feel like he would not stop commenting and making sarcastic remarks about my appearance and nerdyness, I would definitely punch him in the face at some point.

Not to mention this man would not do his chores and he is kinda broke so he would barely pay rent

Epel:

Yet another maybe baby, I mean I dig the country shit, and the fact he is 5"1 and can kick anyone's ass, but it depends on where he is at mentally. I have personal experience with being raised in a extremely traditional and borderline sexist household with strong beliefs that are somewhat similar to what he was raised with so I get how hard it is to snap out of that mentality.

But my home is a safe space and there is no way in hell I'm letting him nring his gender norms in my house since that's a hole can of toxicity I can not deal with on a day to day basis.

TLDR: Yes to post Chapter 5 Firm no to Pre Chapter 5

Sebek:

Eh- I mean like maybe??? I think he would be good with his chores and would definitely be useful if a incident happened with my family, and I can deal with his screaming since i listenin to rock and shit on full volume anyways and have a tallent for tuning people out.

But then again I feel like he would be screaming in my ear every 5 minutes out of absolute horror about what I read and watch or my habits or the food. Like

HUMAN! What is this.....Media?

Uh- it's a murder podcast

HOW DARE YOU BRING THIS INTO THE HOME OF THE FUTURE NIGHT OF THE PRINCE OF BRIAR VALLEY-

Ortho:

I would tolerate him as a roommate, I wouldn't be too stoked about living with him, but he gives good video game and movie recommendations. I think it would be pretty enjoyable to watch a movie or play a video game with him.

I think he could handle my rants pretty well. I also feel like he is decent with chores and wouldn't be bothered by my appearance or humor since it's similar to his brothers.

Lilia:

Ah yes! Our goth emo bat war veteran.... I would.....mmmmmmmm...it's a cross between toleration and acceptance. I would definitely enjoying his music 10/10 and I feel like we could definitely vibe. He definitely would not be bothered with how late I stay up and I could definitely see us having a 3am conversation over Down With the Sickness by Disturbed in the background while I bake cupcakes.

He would be banned from my kitchen though, it's permanent. No takebacksies, I will litterally make Azul write up the contract.

Jade:

Yet another yes but no, yes because he seems tolerable and that he wouldn't comment on my sitting in dark corners or spinning in a desk chair on the middle of the room at 2Am if I let him just have his rocks and mushrooms.

But he also kinda gives me the eerie vibes like If I piss him of or summ he won't complain but I would definitely be paranoid of stange mushrooms in my dinner.

[allycat319]

Unlikely Affection Chapter 29

Authors Note: I 100% could not come up with a decent name for this chapter so I think from now on I'm just going to leave out the chapter names and stick with numbers. If you think of a good name for this chapter please let me know :)

“Spend the summer with you? H-how would that even be possible with my grandfather and Millie…I would have to come up with some sort of lie?” I stuttered, the mixture of excitement and terror filling my veins. Of course I wanted to spend the summer with Severus basically playing house, but the idea that I would have to come up with a plausible reason that I would not be home for the entire summer was enough to make me break into a cold sweat. 

Severus rolled off of me and onto his back, adjusting so he was leaning against the headboard. “Darling, if you would prefer to go home…” He trailed off and my heart lurched and I reached my hand over to take his. “Of course I want to spend the summer with you! I just have to think of something to tell Grandad.” I chewed at my lip nervously and sighed. 

And that's when it hit me and I sat up, bringing the sheet up with me to cover my chest. “What if I tell him that I am traveling with Mari and her parents for the summer! They are Magizoologists so they don’t work for the ministry so there is no chance of him seeing them.” I smiled and Severus who quirked a brow. 

“Who is Mari?” He asked, standing up to begin redressing himself. 

“Marigold….” He looked at me as if I had four heads and I sighed, standing up to also begin dressing. “She sits beside me in class…Practically the only person I speak to…” 

“Oh, Greenway…Right.” I rolled my eyes and pulled my jumper over my head. 

When I finished dressing I walked over to Severus and wrapped my arms around his neck, his hands automatically went to my waist, pulling me closer to him. 

“I am not one for lovey blubbering…However, I don’t think I would be able to be away from you for the entire summer again. That was torture.” 

I could feel the blush heating my cheeks at his admission and I smiled up at him, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. 

“I wouldn't want to be apart from you either.” He gave me a small smile and squeezed my hips gently. 

“You, my darling little star, need to be getting to bed. I have a few things I need to attend to regarding Potter and his little group. It seems that they have managed to get themselves into quite the predicament….again. I managed to get a message over to the correct people to ensure they get the help that they so obviously re quire but I must check in.” 

I nodded and bid him goodnight, making my way through the corridors to the common room. I couldn't help but to worry about my friends and the situation Severus said they had gotten themselves into, but I also knew that I was helpless without any idea as to where they had gone and what kind of issues they were having. I knew that I had no other option but to wait for the gang to either come to the common room when they return or rely on Severus to update me when he can.  

Edwin joined me about an hour into my wait on the couch, once he had time to change into his pajamas and shower. 

Once he had made himself comfortable on the other end of the plush couch, I threw my legs into his lap and leaned my head back against the arm rest and Edwin rested his head against the back of the couch, his eyes lulling closed as we sat listening to the crackling of the fire in the hearth. 

After a few moments I spoke up, breaking the silence, “Severus asked me to stay the summer with him.” 

Edwin’s eyes snapped open and he looked over at me, for once in my life I couldn't actually read his expression and that worried me. 

“And what did you say?” He asked, his voice was almost full of disbelief. 

“I said yes…I could tell Grandad that I’m spending the summer traveling with Mari and her parents studying magic–” 

“No! No way she is getting involved in this insane lie!” Edwin interrupted me, shaking his head. “She isn't even going to know about this lie…How do you expect this to work you nutter?” 

I huffed and rubbed my temples, “I think I’m going to have to tell her if I use traveling with her as an excuse. I don’t exactly know how Severus is going to feel about that though if I'm being completely honest.” 

“I know she’s trustworthy Rora…But you really need to talk to the big scary dungeon bat before you make any crazy decisions. You could just tell Iferous that you’re with me…” 

“No I cannot! Your parents work with Grandad, if I say I’m with you he might ask your parents about me and then the whole thing is blown to dust and I am dead.” 

“I didn’t actually think of that.” Edwin chuckled to himself, almost in disbelief. “How do we manage to find ourselves in these situations, Rora?” 

I shook my head and took a deep breath. “We must have liquid luck running through our veins.” 

Later 

Harry and the rest of the gang didn’t return to the common room until almost morning, Edwin and I had fallen asleep while we waited and had only awoken when the portrait hole opened and slammed against the stone wall. 

We jumped to our feet, everyone looked worse for wear, their faces were grim and hollow. I would be lying if I said it didn’t frighten me and that fear wasn’t made any better when they told us how the night played out. The trap, the prophecy, Death eaters, The Order, Sirius Black’s death and of course the fact that the Dark Lord had in fact returned and was 100% planning to start another wizarding war. 

By the time they explained everything and wandered up to the dorms to get some much needed sleep, my heart was hammering in my chest and my knuckles were white from how hard I clutched onto Edwin’s pajama sleeve. This was happening, there was going to be a war.

Harry wasn’t the same for the last few days of the school year, Sirius was the only family he had left and dealing with the fact that he now had to return to the Dursley’s instead of staying with his godfather was hitting him understandably hard. 

The Last Day of School 

I spent most of my day with Severus after packing, I had been dragging my feet about having the talk with him about telling Marigold about us and now was the only time I had left. We would all be gone the next day and my opportunity to speak to her would be gone, as would my summer with Severus. 

He was finishing some last minute lists of things that needed to be replaced before the next school year and I was sitting at one of the lab tables, tapping my fingers on the dark, potion stained wood.

“Little Star, if you do not stop that incessant tapping I will bind you to the table while I finish my work.” He huffed, glancing at me over his shoulder. 

I looked down at my hand and winced, “Sorry…” 

“Is there something you wish to speak with me about?” 

“ITHINKINEEDTOTELLMARIABOUTUS!” The sentence came out like word vomit and Severus turned around and cocked an eyebrow. 

“Pardon?” He asked and I could feel the nervous bile moving up my throat. 

“I think I should tell Marigold about us, if I’m going to use her as a ploy to spend the summer with you I think she needs to know…She is incredibly trustworthy and she and Edwin are probably going to end up together at some point so…” I started to ramble and he just stood there staring into my soul with those beautiful dark eyes of his. 

“Fine…” He started and I could immediately since the ‘but’ that was coming. “You are to tell her in my presence, I feel that I need to instill an appropriate amount of fear so there is no chance she will go rumbling on to anyone.” 

I just nodded, speechless at the fact that I didn’t have to be more convincing. 

“Retrieve Greenway and bring her to my office, we shall have this conversation behind closed doors.” I nodded again and walked towards the door, running through explaining all of this to Mari in my head as I walked towards the great hall. 

Mari was decently easy to find, Edwin told me that he had asked her to sit in the courtyard with him while I spoke with Severus, just to give me enough time to convince him and then keep me from having to hunt her down before nightfall. 

I approached the bench they were sitting on and they both looked over and smiled at me. Edwin gave me a wink and I threw him a subtle nod, indicating that the plan was a go. 

“Hey Mari, do you think I could borrow you for a little while? I have something I want to talk to you about.” 

Marigold stood, “Of course. You don’t mind, do you Edwin?” 

Edwin gave her the sweetest smile that I think I had ever seen him give to another human before he said “Go on! Girl talk is not my forte.” 

On the way to Severus's office, Marigold tried her best to get me to tell her what was going on, I did my best to stave her off but I had to give her something so she would be content until Severus and I had time to explain. 

“What did you want to talk to me about? And do we have to go to the dungeons…It gives me the creeps.” 

I shot her the most calm smile I could while my insides were about to implode because of the nerves building up inside of me. “It's about the summer, but we have to talk where we don’t have to worry about people overhearing, it's a private matter.” 

She linked her arm with mine as we walked, “Well, I’m glad you trust me enough with something that is important enough we have to come to the dungeons to talk about it. 

Marigold didn’t ask any questions when I opened the door that read “SEVERUS SNAPE” on the gold plate, I moved aside so she could go in first and then stepped in behind her, closing the door and leaving us alone with Severus who was sitting at his desk. 

“Oh…Hello Professor Snape…Sorry, Aurora and I needed to talk about something important and I'm sure she thought there was no one in here. We can find somewhere else to talk.” Marigold tried to explain, slowly backing towards the door, grabbing my hand loosely for me to follow her. 

“Take a seat Ms. Greenway…I am aware of the conversation and I will be present for the duration.” Severus said flatly, waving his hand towards the two seats in front of his desk. 

We both took our seats and I looked over at Mari, who probably wishes she could disappear. 

“Mari…I need to ask the biggest favor of you. I am trusting you with something that is so important and if it were to leave this room, it could ruin so much.” 

Her eyes immediately searched mine, it seemed like she was looking for some sort of fear or maybe she was thinking I had some kind of life altering curse that made me turn into a troll every full moon. Either way, she reached over and gripped my hand, squeezing it reassuringly. 

“Whatever you need! You’re my friend Aurora, you can trust me with anything.” 

I inhaled, sneaking a glance over at Severus who just nodded for me to continue…Asshole.

“I’m spending the summer with Severus…And I need to tell my family that I am traveling with you and your parents. Edwin’s parents work for my grandad at the ministry so saying that I am staying with him would be more than pointless. So, I am begging you to keep the secret and not tell anyone what I just told you.” 

Marigold stared at me blankly, it seemed like hours had gone by instead of minutes when she finally cleared her throat awkwardly. 

“Okay. Your secret is safe with me.” 

I blinked in disbelief, did she just miss everything I just said? Or maybe she thinks I am spending the summer with him to learn as a potions apprentice. I looked over at Severus who had the same bewildered expression plastered on his face. 

“That's it?” I asked, almost entirely at a loss for words. 

“Aurora…We are lab partners, I see how you two look at each other with big hearts in your eyes. Almost like you have both guzzled a love potion. It’s kind of cute if I'm being honest.” 

Severus scoffed at that and I couldn’t help but giggle. “How long have you known?” Severus butted in, I could tell he was a little frightened that we hadn’t been incredibly subtle apparently. 

“A few months after school started. I haven’t said anything to anyone though! Not even Edwin, but I assume he already knows because you two are glued at the hip.” 

“He does know, I am kind of worried now that you figured it out…Do you think anyone else might have noticed?” I tried not to make my voice sound as worried as I actually was, but thankfully that was washed away when Marigold shook her head. 

“No, I don’t think so. I just tend to be observant.” The smile she shot me was sweet and calming and I knew that I was thankful that she was my friend.

[petitmonde]

For the prompt thingy, can I request "Are you sure this is the right one?" For Briñas pls 😊

"Are you sure it's the right one?" Viñas asked. She turned the wine bottle in her right hand.

All of the writing had washed out, making the label illegible. It could have been anything, even vinegar, for all she knew. It'd ruin the plans she had for the evening of a nice candlelit dinner and snuggles as the sun waned over the horizon. And if she played her cards right, her boyfriend wouldn't have been able to resist her for long.

So, it was of utmost importance that she had grabbed the good wine.

"I'm sure," Brigiding called out from the living room. "All of them had water damage last time I checked."

When had she moved? Not that it mattered, she didn't need her behind her back to determine if she got the right booze.

Viñas settled on it being good enough, she could always have a little taste before she put it on the table for the both of them to enjoy. With a practiced grip, Viñas undid the cork and smelled its contents. Brigiding was right, it was the nice wine they had in Thailand. Or at the very least, it didn't smell bad, so for Viñas that was as good of a reason to be satisfied with her selection.

It's funny how love made her care about stuff like that. Usually Viñas didn't care much for what was in a glass, as long as it was alcohol.

Grabbing two glasses, Viñas walked in from the kitchen to a warmly lit living room. The curtains had been drawn, shutting out the sun, and in its place a thousand lights had been lit all over.

In the middle stood Brigiding, lighting up yet another candle, a serene look on her face. Quietly, Brigiding hummed a familiar tone. She hadn't noticed the loudmouth had returned.

"What's all this?" Viñas asked, dumbfounded. She put everything down on the table that had been prepared.

"Oh, you're back." Brigiding put down the candle and turned towards her lover. She took a deep breath, gathering up the last bit of courage she needed. Her bright smile had mildened, but stayed on all the same. She clenched and unclenched her fist, reaching for her pocket only to drop it again.

Everything in the room stood still. Brigiding felt the air in her lungs drain out, as the words stiffled in her throat.

"Hey, you're worrying me." Viñas unfurled Brigiding's hand to offer her support. "Is there anything wrong?"

Brigiding shook her head.

"No. Not at all." Brigiding closed her fingers around the warm hand. Yet again, the simple presence of her partner calmed her down. It was time. "I had prepared a speech and everything, but I don't think I've got it in me."

"What do you mean? Hey, Brigz, you're not making much sense."

Brigiding brought Viñas' hands to her lips, kissing it gently before dropping down on her knee. With the other hand, she fished out a small velvet box out of her pocket. With a flick of her finger, she opened up the box to present a gold ring adorned with various tiny gemstones. In the middle laid a decently sized diamond in a princess cut. Really, it was over the top in all the right ways.

"Would you like to marry me?"

A second passed. Then a minute. With every passing moment, Brigiding's expression dampened. Viñas didn't know what to say. She had to do something, and quick.

"Get up from there, you look stupid," Viñas laughed. She dragged Brigiding up on her feet.

If a kicked puppy had a human expression, it was on Brigiding's face. A small tear threatened to break free. Straight up rejection would have hurt less, but here Viñas is, laughing at her for putting her heart out.

"No, no! Not like that!" Viñas realised her mistake much too late. "We can't get married. Not as long as we stay here."

"I'm not following," Brigiding choked out. Keeping it all in took a toll on her.

"It's not that I don't want to marry you. I do. There's just this one thing where our government doesn't allow that."

"Oh." Everything still swirled in Brigiding's brain. So, Viñas wanted to marry her anyways? It wasn't a no? Her body was slowly playing catch-up with all this new information that had been presented to her. But still, why? Logically speaking, she knew Viñas was right.

"Well, we're going to Amerca soon, aren't we?" Brigiding tried. "And Europe next, if my visa clears."

"What would we do there?"

Brigiding was fed up. Quick on her feet, she leaped up at Viñas to catch her off guard in a kiss. If words didn't work, actions surely would.

"Marry me already, idiot."

[lightleelandslost]

Just anxious and wanting to put this out there

Hey, I don't post here ever. Though I probably should, I feel like it would help me be my authentic self. Anyways I am kind of in crisis mode. This is long but, I need to put it somewhere.

So recently I've triumphed in my Insta account, successfully removing homophobic family and friends so that I could have a social space that felt like mine. I've finally been posting what I want to post, without really worrying about who would see it and how they would react. I've also joined LGBTQ+ friendship groups and have slowly building up the confidence to comment and post occasionally.

I was comfortable, I felt safe and so when a random friendship request came in that didn't immediately raise red flags, I accepted. We talked for a couple days and though a couple things stand out now, they didn't in the moment. We had some things in common and she was easy to talk to. When she sent private photos, I reciprocated even though I wasn't quite ready at that point. But I was lonely and uncomfortable with my body, but the fact that someone wanted to see me made me happy.

Now she threatens to expose them unless I send money.

I, of course, immediately blocked and reported that account and then spiraled into a storm of anxiety that makes me want to delete social media altogether. I think (hope) that they are empty threats. She says she'll send them to my boss and my family and days later nothing has happened. Today she stared a random group chat (under a different account) with strangers (???) and claimed she was going to send them with threats to add more people after she'd already sent them. I've blocked and reported this account as well (which again is passable as a real account at first glance). I took screenshots of those threats, just in case I need them in the future. Insta has not reported any change in their account status, but i'm not expecting much help from them.

I spent 20 minutes searching in a panic trying to find advice for what to do in this situation. Trying to find reddit threads, insta advice, anything advising what to do in this situation until i finally found this very basic advice.

I knew that paying them wouldn't help at all (a. I'm poor, there's nothing in these pockets, b. they'd probably just ask for more down the line) also they never sent demands, just threats and devil emojis. I figure that if this person was going to do anything they would've done something more meaningful by now. So that leaves me to play whack-a-mole and how much anxiety till my heart gives out until they finally give up. If they do send them out I will explain myself, it will be uncomfortable but if they're actually decent people/friends they will be understanding and hopefully supportive.

I do not wish this sort of thing upon my worst enemy. I can't put into words how fast my heart rate and anxiety rise when an insta notification comes through my phone. I hope that this is over soon so that I can build myself up again to where I was before.

I was vulnerable, lonely, looking for a friend, and trying to fit in. I am trying to be kind to myself in this situation but it is hard. I want so badly to shut myself completely out and never try this sort of thing again but I know that this stuff would find its way through anyways and how social media can help connect people with true friends and family. In the future I will be more vigilant and cautious. In the same breath I hope that I am able to be vulnerable again, I have trouble with this, and learn that setting boundaries is okay.

I'm sharing this to A. put everything into words and talk myself through everything that's going on (therapist's on leave, nobody else to talk to) and B. to let others that have gone through the same situation know that they are not alone, this stuff happens sometimes.

All the love

[illegiblescript]

I made this blog for talking when I feel like I have no one to talk to. I've been using it to let out a lot of negative feelings, but sometimes I feel like I don't have anyone to talk to about the good stuff either.

I mean, I haven't used this blog in a while, so I've actually had people who talked to me and listened to me and hung out with me and made me feel included for a bit! I went to job corps as an office admin trainee. I finished in less than 5 months and now I have an awesome job as a title clerk/administrative assistant.

at job corps, I had a large group of decent friends and a smaller (but still pretty big) group of close friends and found myself hanging between friend groups very often. I miss them every single day. my instructor was amazing and really, because of her truly believing in me so much that I had no choice but to believe in myself, I was able to say for the first time in my life that I was proud of myself. I've been proud of things I've done, but never of myself. for a large majority of my time, my dorm was a family to me. we all lifted each other up and, even though things were going smooth because of my distance from home, I knew that if I needed someone to talk to, I could knock on any door and someone would listen. it's been difficult not having that anymore.

but after job corps, I started this sweet job! it pays well, I'm getting experience for the position I want to retire in, I enjoy what I do, and it's just me and my boss and my boss is so cool. I cannot express how much she has made this enjoyable. not only is she just an all around enjoyable person to be around, she and I both have adhd, so the way she teaches Perfectly matches the way I learn. it's unreal. I haven't even been there a full month yet (very close) and when I did orientation, I told her I had planned a trip and wanted to know if it would work for me to go on it and she was totally okay with it and keeps bringing it up, asking for pictures. ah! it's awesome!

I mean, there are not so awesome things too, but even though they really upset me for a brief moment, I've learned to handle it. before job corps, I wouldn't have reached out to a friend to talk about it, but I did and the response was what it should be when you have a friend in need and enough space to listen. long story short, I've been feeling really lonely. people like me, but not enough to make the sacrifices I've been making and that friendships require. I recently had a friend completely stop talking to me after I asked for better communication. I hurt him on accident, he hurt me on purpose in response, and although I apologized (he hasnt responded) and I'm worried about him, I don't think I want be friends with him anymore. on top of that, I've kinda noticed that no one really talks to me. if I don't start any conversations, I will not have any conversations. there are certain friends I don't expect that from, but when I can go nearly any length of time without anyone trying to start a conversation with me, it gets disheartening. I've tried not to let it bother me and I've decided to start playing viola more. I'm more excited to play viola more than I am upset about being lonely. things are alright B)

[missspringthyme]

January 9th, 2024

I ended up going up to see the friend I was going to see last week, this week. After a day of procrastinating leaving by playing the Sims, I finally made the 2ish hour drive to the town that I continue to be shocked he has willingly chosen to live in.

This friend is one of my oldest. We met for the first time when we were 12, although we only really became as close as we are now after we graduated high school. This is due to a few things, one of which was we were simultaneously in shitty relationships where our boyfriends didn't want us talking to each other because we got along too well.

Anyway, he's really good at making you feel comfortable, and seen, and taken care of; and now he has a house, a fiance, and a dog that reflects that. I love visiting him.

On the drive up I ate almost an entire bag of nori maki, so when he asked me if I was hungry I lied and said yes. He's the type of person to hear that and then say we can go get dinner later even though he's starving.

My friend worked in restaurants for many years, and his fiance still currently does, so they are both very good at picking out places to eat and probably know at least one of the staff. We went to "one of the only decent places to go to" which was a bar that served sandwiches. I got the smallest size of the vegetarian option that had no peanut butter, and when the bartender asked me if I wanted anything to drink my mind went blank.

Besides sips here and there, I stopped drinking about 1 or 2 years ago. The reasons behind this include (1) Unless heavily disguised, I hate the taste and tbh the heavily disguised drinks taste better without it (2) I developed an intolerance where I start vomiting heavily after I've had more than 2 drinks (3) Despite rarely drinking, when I did drink I did so heavily. The moment I realized that I could have just as much fun on a night without risking blacking out again, I never turned back.

Despite this, I'm a firm believer in a fun little drink to accompany a meal, so I've been trying more mocktails. I turned to my friend, who has worked as a bartender and is fantastic at mixing drinks and asked him for ideas for a mocktail I could try. I was expecting something unexpected or cool that I had never heard of, and this motherfucker said "a Shirley Temple". They're incredible though, so I got one. He drank a beer.

We talked about how busy and draining our lives are right now, and how crazy it is that he's living such a stable, adult life. He's an archaeologist, which is insane, but he's working really hard to be seen as invaluable when the layoffs he sees looming on the horizon finally happen. I'm not sure how his wedding is going to look, but I'm excited to be important enough to someone to be in their wedding party. He texted me the day he got engaged to ask if there was any time I wouldn't be able to come to their wedding so they could plan around it when they set the date.I know my friend is a little worried because his fiance has more people to invite, but I know it'll all be wonderful in the end.

Their dog is very, very nervous and doesn't do well with moves, but she usually really loves me. It took some work, but eventually, she came and sat with me again while my friend and I talked. I need to come to see them more often so I can reestablish myself as a favorite again.

His fiance came home later that night, and joined in our conversation. I really like him, and I hope eventually we can become friends outside of our mutual connection. First I need to get better at calling my friend though.

I was offered edibles and decided to take some, stupidly thinking they were the same dosage as last time I had taken edibles at their house. Previously, 2 gummies had meant feeling relaxed but clear-headed, this time it meant that I felt that I was trapped inside a heavy skin suit and I didn't know where my lungs were. I'm becoming more and more fond of not chemically altering my mood.

When I was drunk, I had a horrible habit of doing everything in my power to not let anyone know. I would do the most obviously drunk-person things and then deny if anyone asked me. I found out I have the same instinct when high, but I went to bed before it became too much of a problem.