#i tried to edit everything but I'm kinda tired

[running-on-coffee-and-anxiety]

Know what? I'm gonna try throwing my hat into the ring for Danny Phantom.

I accidentally electrocuted myself as a kid and never told anybody- nothing serious, I grabbed the three exposed prongs of a half plugged in laptop charger in the middle of the night and didn't want to get in trouble since nobody else was awake. Even if it isn't fatal, it's terrifying and your vision completely blacks out and your arm tingles for days afterwards, and for the whole day after you got shocked your fingers on the hand that grabbed the prongs will randomly twitch, open or close or jerk to the side. You have no control, it's like when the doctor hits your knee to check your reflexes.

Now, from what I can tell from the scene where Danny went ghost for the first time, he really was electrocuted. From what I can tell, his ghost and human halves seem kinda separate- not completely, but the change is there. Where is this going?

Danny never told anyone about the accident- not anybody that could help him, anyways. I propose that, since he never got medical treatment or physical/occupational therapy after the accident, his motor function deteriorates over time.

More specifically, his small motor function is effected- I will be using personal experience in this section, since my small motor skills were so bad I couldn't use zippers or tie my shoes until I was 12, but I'll try putting things in reverse.

Danny starts fumbling with tying his shoes, laughing it off as being tired. Buttons take a few minuets, and even snap buttons become a bit hard. Odd, mildly confusing, but nothing to be concerned about. Then it progresses. He can't properly use tools anymore, it's like nothing is ever precise enough, everything takes a few tries to get it right. His fingers are fumbling everything, his handwriting turns to chickenscratch that not even he can read at times, he struggles to comb his hair because it's hard to coordinate movements, his back teeth are always textured because he struggles to brush his teeth and he can't really reach the back ones properly anymore.

I don't know if this is connected to small motor or not, but he starts dragging his feet and the toes of his shoes wear out quicker because walking while lifting his feet any higher doesn't feel right. This was something I had fixed during occupational therapy, but I don't know if it was just me or not.

Eventually, it becomes sunlight-on-clean-pact-snow levels of blindingly obvious that something is incredibly wrong. Danny's hair is knotted and half-matted because he is unable to brush it properly, when he smiles there is plaque on some parts of his teeth and not others, he always wears slip-on shoes or his laced shoes are always untied, buttons always seem like they could unslip because they're only half-buttoned, zippers in his jackets getting stuck in shirts and he doesn't bother to fix it, teachers can no longer read his assignments and his friends can't read his notes. Nobody can ignore it, but nobody knows how to help when Danny gets so clearly frustrated when he has to do something with his hands and it just doesn't work. It seems like he suddenly developed a hole in his lip, since he always had to lean far over his bowl or plate to not end up on food with his shirt because his hands can't hold silverware steady.

But Phantom? None of those issues. He became a ghost after being electrocuted, of course. Why would there be damage from the initial creation of this half? It could be why he ends up enjoying fighting the ghosts, his hands actually work with him instead of against him.

Feel free to take this idea and do what you want with it, I really liked writing this!

Also if you use this for a fic, please comment the link if possible, I wanna see all the ways people use this :)

Edit: So I started a mini-series about this. Is it any good? Probably not, but writing makes me happy.

Noticed But Hoping For The Best

[daenysx]

Hi hi! Can I request a smutty modern aemond x reader where reader just need some time to wind down from all the stress so aemond tries his best to be sweet and romantic but when reader asked for a neck massage, aemond kinda lost it.. lol

thank you for requesting ♡

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader, smut

you're trying to finish the last paragraph on your essay when aemond comes out of the bathroom.

he has a towel wrapped around his waist, his long hair curling on his shoulders. you know he likes them straight but the water coats them so nicely, the curls fall on his body gracefully. he has another towel in his hand, he starts drying off his hair with it.

you can't help but stare at him.

"enjoying the view?" he asks smugly. he's in a good mood this evening, smirking to your direction when his eye meets yours.

"kind of." you reply. you try to get back on your paper, it needs to be done in 8 hours, before deadline. you try to catch up on your work before the end of the term but it's a bit hard on you, your shoulders feel like they are stuck in the same position. you write another sentence as aemond finishes up with his hair. he wears a pair of boxers quickly before coming to your side.

"kind of?" he asks, kissing the skin below your ear. "that's rude."

you smile, typing a few more words. "i'm sorry." you mumble. "i'm almost finished with this."

aemond kisses your cheek as he glances at the screen. he likes what you write, he'll definitely want to read it when you finish editing it, and he'll give you his honest comments with lots of compliments. you tilt your head back to kiss him when you see him reading, a cracking noise comes from your neck.

"ow." you say, rubbing your neck.

"i guess that was a warning from your body to stop."

"just- one minute." you murmur, one hand on keyboard as your other rubs your poor muscle.

aemond waits for you to finish, and then he takes your hand. you save your writing, stand up from your chair to wrap your arms around his neck. your back hurts when you lift your arms, you frown against aemond's shoulder. he gives you a good kiss on the side of your head, his hands go over your shoulders.

"can i ask you something?" you say, still hugging him.

"of course." aemond replies. you take a step back to see his face.

"can you rub my shoulders a bit? and my neck?" you ask kindly. aemond couldn't love you more.

"i-" he starts, kissing your lips in between his sentence. "can totally do that."

you smile and let him take you to bed. he stays behind you as you sit on the edge, exposes your back to him by taking off your shirt. you hand him the massage oil from the nightstand, it smells so nice. he takes some on his hand and starts massaging your neck.

"try to relax a little for me, sweetheart." he whispers. you love his voice so much, and he's so close to your ear. "you're so tense."

you can't help the little noises coming out of your mouth. you've been so tired and tense lately, your body starts loosening up with a little care. the stress of everything stays on your shoulders, aemond rubs them with his thumbs. he's being so gentle, warm fingertips going over your muscles. you like it so much, you're almost asleep under his hands.

"'m not." you mumble. "you're so good, i could never be tense when you're doing this."

"flattering." he says, kissing your hair. "do you wanna lay down?"

you nod, quickly laying facedown on bed. aemond keeps massaging, your muscles loosen up really well. this is the best your body feels in almost a week, you think you've been too cruel to yourself.

he takes his hands all over your backside and when he gets too close to your shorts, your sleepiness leaves you. he rubs your waist, fingers skillful on you as he drags them down on you. you squirm under him, is he doing that on purpose? knowing aemond, the question is probably mistaken, he definitely knows the effect of his hands.

"aemond-" you say when you feel him play with the waistband of your shorts. you lean on your elbows to turn your head, his face is full of concentration. his eye meets yours and you squeeze your thighs for a second, definitely unintentional but he doesn't miss it.

"does it feel good?" he asks with a dangerously low voice. "when i do this?" his hand is on your waist still.

you can barely nod. "yes."

"do you want to continue?"

"i want more." you say, sure of yourself. "please."

aemond smiles slightly, his girl is the kindest. he sits on bed properly, leaning against the headboard and pulling you on his lap. he pulls your shorts and panties down, you take your bra off and sit completely naked on his thighs. you let your hands touch his chest and his stomach, he is flawless. he looks at you with a lovestruck eye, his lips parted only a bit.

he puts his fingers inside his boxers to take his cock out, and this might be the hottest thing you've ever seen. his long fingers stroke himself only a bit, he adjusts the fabric with his other hand. you can feel the newly forming wetness between your legs, you press yourself on his thigh unconciously.

"there you are." he says, one hand on his cock and the other one on your leg. "ready for me?"

you nod, move yourself forward. the tip of his cock touches your swollen clit, you can't help but lean against his chest. "it's okay." aemond whispers to your ear. "i'll do it, you lovely thing. hold onto me."

you do as he says, he holds your waist to support you as his other hand pushes his cock inside you. "slowly." he says. "don't hurt yourself."

you take him inside you with a breathy moan against his ear, he almost goes insane. the stretch is always nice but you are so turned on by his hands, he easily slides inside. you put your head on his chest, he kisses your hair too many times. you catch your breath, your lips are pressed on his bare chest. you give him a long kiss.

aemond holds your neck gently, he uses his thumbs to massage the spots he's been dealing with as he settles down deep inside you. you tilt your head back with a moan, he rubs your neck so well you almost come. he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, leaning down to suck it as his hands work on your neck. your hands stay on his chest, your nails digging into his skin. he lifts his hips a little, it only makes you want more.

"aemond-" you start, breathless by his hands. how can he be so good with them? "please, i'm- i need it."

"i know." he says, kissing your chest. "you can come anytime you want, don't worry about me."

"no, n- please." you say. "can you get on top of me?"

he does as you say, strong arms putting you on bed as he stays inside of you. "is that what you want?" he says, sucking a bruise on your neck. "wanted me to fuck you like this? oh- you're so-"

"please, please." you wrap your arms around his neck. "keep moving. i'm so close." you whisper the last part to his ear, he kisses your collarbone.

"you're so pretty." he says, totally losing himself inside of you. he moves back and forth, one of his hands starts rubbing your clit. "so pretty like this."

he rubs harder, his mouth on yours. you kiss him nicely, not letting him pull back by holding onto the nape of his neck. his hair envelopes your face, you can smell his shampoo. the tiny moans you let out during the kiss drags him to the edge, he doesn't think he can stop himself.

"come for me." he demands. he kisses you sweetly on your cheek as you obey, he comes right after you do. the sounds of him get carved in your brain, you feel numb under his body as your peak washes over you.

it feels good, having aemond so close to your body. the release is both physical and mental but your favorite is definitely the way your muscles feel relaxed. he groans as he comes inside you, you squeeze him hard when you reach your peak and it never fails to make him let out loud noises. you hold him on top of you when he finishes, trying to catch your breathing. he's the only thing in your world right this moment.

aemond buries his face to your neck. he doesn't think he's strong enough to pull himself back right now, your warmth is addictive. you draw shapes on his back, indicating him to stay just like this.

"i should clean us up." he whispers, his lips are sucking the skin below your ear. he feels worn out in the best way possible.

"later, baby." you say. "stay here."

he can't resist anything when you call him baby.

[xoxo-sarah]

The Exit

Part 2

↝a/n: kinda based off the song. I wanted to write more but I was tired of seeing this just sitting in my notes. First love type shit edit: I took out the little bit of smut.

↝pairing:Steve Harrington x reader

↝ Warning: angst, not proofread, heartbreak, one-sided break up(?), arguing, Stancy

↝⎙ 9.3.23

"So, how long are you going to avoid me?" Shit shit shit.

You were doing fine with avoiding him, have been for 5 months. He just couldn't leave it alone.

Well, you suppose you'd be the same way. If he cut off all contact with you after you got a new boyfriend, you'd probably be a little pissed off and curious as to why, too.

"I'm kind of busy."

"I'm sure you have a minute." Steve leaned against the door frame, eyes flickering around your whole face, looking for any hint of what he possibly could've done.

The two of you have been friends for forever. You grew up together, went through so much.

He knew your tells, knew when he had disappointed you in some way. He had gotten pretty good at finding that one out in your young-love phase.

The classic friends to lovers teen romance. The kind that the neighborhood gossip would say "I told you!", "I knew it, they were meant for each other.", And the nosy "they're parents better watch them. They'll have a grandchild on the way before they can blink." That was something you both chose to ignore.

Like numerous other things.

•••••

You were both 15 when you decided to take it from friends to girlfriend and boyfriend. It's embarrassing how giddy you were after Steve had asked you out, kicking your feet and telling all of your friends.

It just felt right. He made it feel so easy.

The dates were nice. The way you acted didn't change, you just began to kiss and hold hands slowly after. And it eventually escalated.

~

Your chest heaven in pure bliss.

Reaching forward, you pushed some hairs out of his face. His eyes fluttered open for a split second, searching your own. His iris danced in yours, mapping out every speck of color.

"God, I love you."

His eyebrows furrowed.

You had whispered it so quietly. Maybe he heard you wrong.

Dropping beside you, he let you take his hand, rubbing your finger over his knuckles, your naked bodies beginning to intertwine in a new position.

You had this glow about you right after, you always did. He couldn't look you in the eyes right now.

But he couldn't help himself. He glanced up at you, seeing you looking at your conjoined hands. You looked as if you hadn't said those words. Maybe they just slipped out, you didn't mean to.

"I can't love you." He quickly added to that, after your head shot up to look at him. "I can't love anybody, I don't think. Y/n, I," he moved to sit up, you doing the same. "I like you, I really do. I have for a long time, and I intend to do it for much longer. Love just isn't something I have felt for anyone. I can't picture myself feeling a certain “love connection” to somebody. You know?" He really didn't know how to explain it. He had felt something with you. Something he hadn't felt with any of his other friends. He doesn't know if he'd call it love, though.

You couldn't say you didn't understand. What if what you thought was love, wasn't? You were kids, you most likely didn't know what love even is or what it feels like.

"Yeah- okay." Slowly nodding, you tried to find the words. "That's okay. You don't have to love me. What I feel for you is love, I think. We have plenty of time to figure it out, right?"

He nodded, his shoulders relaxing and a lazy smile making its way onto his face. "Yeah."

Everything was fine after that. Your feelings never changed.

It wasn't until Steve had run into this girl. You had seen her around school and around town. But you never talked too much.

She seemed to find him interesting. Who didn't? He had become popular in the early years of high school.

You didn't think anything of it. Maybe you should've.

"I forgot!" Steve threw his arms up in the air.

"For the third time? I reminded you." Your voice was louder than your normal tone. You were too exhausted to yell. Waiting at the little café for 2 hours the 3rd day in a row was embarrassing and tiring.

"Wha-when?"

You just looked at him.

"Before 1st period, Steve."

He threw his head back, looking back at you with a look of realization. He wasn't about to give in.

"I could barely hear what you were saying. You know how loud the halls get, c'mon."

"Or maybe you were too busy gawking at Nancy."

His head shot up to look at you in disbelief. "What does Nance have to do with this?"

"‘Nance’? Are you kidding me?" Didn't know they were in the nickname phase. He rarely used any nicknames for you. "You know what, whatever. I'm not arguing with you right now." You had to study and it was already late. You really didn't want to focus too much on how your relationship was slowly breaking to pieces along with your heart. There was plenty of work you could do to distract you.

"No, hey," As you tried walking away, Steve reached out, grabbing your arm and softly pulling you to stand in front of him. His hand moved to your face. "Let me make it up to you, yeah?"

"I have to study."

"I'll help you study after." His fingers caressed your soft jaw, waiting for your response.

You sighed, "Fine."

There wasn't a point where you two sat down and broke up. You just kind of grew apart. You were done trying to fix something he couldn't care less about.

Pushing the fork around your tray absentmindedly, you tried to ignore the high-pitched laugh of Karen and the stupid conversations that happened on that table. The table you once sat at with Steve, talking about anything and everything. When he got those remarkable friends of his, you stopped talking. A person can only handle so many interruptions and digs from Karen and Tommy before you just decide to keep to yourself.

Your chair didn't stay cold for long. Nance sat down, and it looked like she fit in nicely.

Nearly 10 years of friendship and 3 years of a relationship all down the drain. It hurt, It really did.

It didn't help when you ran into Nancy at the store and she was the sweetest thing. She had even asked you about how you and Steve were doing. You found it weird. How were you to respond to that? Choosing to shrug it off led her to ask Steve about it. And with the pity look she gave you when you locked eyes in the school hallways, you guessed he gave an answer you wouldn't like.

Why did he look at her like that? Did he ever look at you like that? It hurt your brain to watch them from across the room. You should keep your eyes away from them. But it hurt more to know they were having a great time-together while you were in a corner, alone at the party. Chugging the rest of your pungent beer, you beelined to the kitchen to get a refill.

"Y/n."

"Steve." You didn't turn around, instead pouring your solo cup to the rim.

"Enjoying the party?" He sounded like he was talking to a friend. Once he hadn't left to feel like shit.

"Yeah, fun. Real fun."

The awkwardness between you was obvious. If someone were to walk in, they'd know something happened. Something not so good.

"So-"

"Nancy seems nice."

After getting over the shock of you interrupting him, he smiled. Actually smiled. "Yeah, Nance is great."

Was he not seeing your hurt? How could he be so blind? Of course she's wonderful.

"Um, about us-" so he had thought about you, what you two were. Maybe he could actually tell you exactly what it is, what game you were unwilling playing.

"What about us?"

"We're cool, right?"

What? We're cool- how are we cool? Leaving someone without any explanation as to why doesn't make you two cool.

He must have seen the pure confusion.

"It was a mutual decision." It was more of a statement than a question. He seemed so genuine.

Choosing to just nod, you didn't know what else to say. It was over. It had been for a while. Perhaps you were the blind one.

A few drinks in, you two were leaning against the countertop, talking like friends again. Talking about everything and anything. Maybe it was the alcohol that made you feel so relaxed and calm to be around him. You were just two friends catching up.

"I think I love her." Steve hiccuped.

Suddenly you were sober.

He continued to hiccup nonsense as you got quite.

Your mind was running a mile a second. He can easily love her but he couldn't love you? Your eyes caught sight of Nancy in the crowded living room. She easily talked to the people around her. It was easy for her. Men could drop to her feet and she wouldn't be fazed. She carried confidence and beauty. You got it, you really did. She was Nancy Wheeler.

"I need to go."

"What? C'mon, y/n, don't go." Steve slurred, watching as you put your cup down.

"It's getting late." You were off before his intoxicated mind could register you moving through the people and out the door.

He shrugged it off, bringing his own cup back to his lips.

It took 3 weeks after that party for you two to talk again. He came knocking on your door, broken and confused. He didn't know what to do. You didn't have to help him. But he was your friend before your boyfriend. You'd always be there for him, no matter how much it would hurt you.

As he cried in your arms, you held him, soothed his sobs and told him everything was going to be alright. Something no one did for you while you sat, sobbing on your couch or in your bed, not knowing what you were to him.

And you continued to be there for him until he went back. They figured it out and it left you alone, again. But it was okay because he was happy again.

You two went back to not talking until they got into an argument or took a break. You were always there.

It was a constant back and forth. An emotional rollercoaster not only for them, but for yourself.

You were helping a friend, so why did it pain you so much? It shouldn't.

Steve's knuckles against the oak door faded to the back of your mind as you continued to read the same paragraph over and over. "Y/n?" He called out. Glancing back, he made sure he hadn't imagined your car in the driveway. "I know you're home." He hiccuped.

It pained you too, you know. As he was hurting, your mind and heart was too.

Choosing to ignore him would be the first, the hardest step to peace, to happiness. It was time to put your emotions first.

He wouldn't stop everything to make sure you were okay if you were in his position.

•••••

"Talk to me, y/n." The way he leaned against the door had you deeply inhaling. He looked different. His hair had grew, it laid messy on the top of his head. The eye bags under his eyes were more prominent. His dark eyes still held the same shine.

"Steve, I was literally about to leave."

The music from the party downstairs had your head aching with every beat. The sound of a party with your friends seemed fun, until it wasn't. They had left to do their own thing. Going back home sounded nice.

"Can we go outside then? I miss talking to you."

Your mouth shut in distaste. You didn't want to talk to him. All the progress you made would be thrown out the door with those puppy dog eyes.

Reluctantly, you stepped back to sit on the guest room bed. Steve shut the door, walking over cautiously.

After a long moment of silence, Steve spoke up.

"Did I do something?"

No? Yes? Fuck.

"You know I would never deliberately do something to make you upset. You're my best friend-"

"That's actually why I'm upset." You blurted before you could help yourself.

He looked beyond confused. "What?"

It was your turn to get everything off your chest. With a big inhale, you poured your heart out. "We were more than best friends. I don't know about you, but that time meant everything to me, you meant everything to me. Until Nancy came along. You just discarded me like I wasn't your girlfriend, Steve."

For once, he didn't know how to respond. Steve stood there, just staring at your face.

Having about of his silence, you got up and walked to the door.

"You asked. Having to put your feelings before mine when you broke my heart without knowing or caring, was too much. I hope you and Nance are good, really."

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[cryptidcat5105]

Empyrean AU

So I've been thinking about Onyx Storm and the reasons we got for Violet's silver hair and my brain decided "what if we just throw all of that out the window for now and give Violet albinism?" And so these mad ramblings came to be. I've got more too, but since I lack any fanfiction writing talents this is probably gonna turn into a series of vague made up lore about dragons, venin and magic itself with some occasional illustrations. Probably gonna name it Sky wielders AU.

Edit: art, part 2 and part 3 :)

Anyway assume there's spoilers for the entire series

I think albinism would be pretty rare on the Continent, maybe people only heard about it from stories and stuff. So when Violet is born and she's white as snow with red eyes I'm sure her parents nearly had a heart attack but quickly adapted.

Fast forward a few years and the Sorrengail siblings are hearing their first stories about dark wielders from Papa Sorrengail and at one point they would just ask "is Vi a venin?" to which Lilith would ban the fables in the house for a few months.

Everything else would go about as normal with Brennan faking his death and Violet getting forced into the riders' quadrant, except Violet gets a patch from Lilith before even crossing the parapet which indicates to leadership that no, she's not a venin, leave her be.(Violet doesn't actually know what it means and it confuses her greatly). She also gets to keep the Fables of the Barens for plot convenience.

I imagine the marked ones would all be collectively losing their shit once she gets in the quadrant, but would keep their distance once they saw that leadership didn't seam concerned, silently seething at the thought that Navarre would let the very thing that got their parents killed freely walk among them.

Xaden is overall just creeped out by Violet's appearance but quickly figures out she's just challenged in the pigment department and not a venin. Once he catches her at the marked ones' meeting things would go pretty much the same as in canon with Xaden adding some pointed jabs at her appearance. "What you lack in physical color you make up with your colorful vocabulary" or something along those lines probably, he still calls her a "violent little thing" though.

Sometime after this incident Violet starts noticing some of the older cadets locking eyes with her and bowing their head. She assumes most of them are either really tired or really high if the red rims around their eyes are anything to go by... until a hyperventilating first year with vivid red eyes corners her asking how to manage pulling from the earth.

Violet is obviously distraught at this but realizes pretty quick that if the both of them start spiraling shit's gonna get ugly real quick so she tries to keep a cool head and figure out what the cadet has done. (For my sanity and plot cohesion let's name this cadet Kate)

Violet: what do you mean you pulled from the earth?

Kate, panicking: well it was really an accident. Some douchbag tried to jump me and it was self defense really. I don't even know how I did it. The othes said to come to you, since surely you know how to handle this, considering...*gestures at the whole of Violet*

Violet: I... I'm not a venin, I have never pulled from the earth? I don't know how I could possibly help. And who are these others? There's more of you maniacs?

Kate: but your eyes-... Uh, yeah there's more of us and they kinda assume you're a Sage, but I'm starting to realize just how wrong they were and just how screwed I am. *Slides down the wall*

Violet, considering her options, but tucking the sage comment for later: does the red fade?

Kate: from what they told me yea...but after one point it's permanent.

Violet: *sighs* I might have something that would probably give us at least some answers if not a cure

Violet than proceeds to have a whole metal breakdown about the existence of venin and how royally screwed everything is. Over the course of the next few days the same cadets that seemed to show an ounce of respect before, are glaring daggers at her and throwing suspicious glaces her way. She also started looking through the fables for some way to help kate that since she was clearly not like the evil monsters depicted in the stories, but rather a sacred and confused 20 y/o with no clue about what she's done.

Violet came to the conclusion that if the power from the earth is bad then the one from the sky is good so what's the harm in suggesting switching power sources if possible. One night Kate agrees to talk with her and they met near the river bank where the marked ones met at the beginning of the year. Kate was accompanied by two others but they looked just as nervous as her so Violet assumed they were both venin as well and looking for a solution just like their friend.

After sharing her theory about the sky and earth they spent the next few hours trying to pull magic from the air around them. They were not successful but at the very least all three cadets were able to sense the power coming from the sky and decided to try some more the following nights.

For maybe a week they all kept trying, some other cadets, even from upper years, all of them venin, joining them sometimes. They were all able to feel the magic but it was slipping their grasp like water.

At one point Kate kinda just gave up for the night and decided to just try and feel the magic around them, to study it in a sense. After a little while she felt a slight trickle of power cooling her skin. She quickly got up thinking she accidentally pulled from the earth again but quickly realized that the earth's power was warm not cold and there was no patch of desiccated land either. She looked around and everyone seemed to be staring at her.

Kate: what just happened?

Other cadet: dude, I think you just pulled from the sky if you're eyes are anything to go by.

Kate, irritated: ugh, great! Even the sky gets our eyes red! Awesome!

Violet: they're not red! Take a look at your reflection, they're silver!

Overall excitement spreads through the venin that are part of this little group and they figure out that they've got to let the magic come to them instead of taking it themselves.

Everyone fully stops channeling from the earth and they're eyes no longer have any red hues. Instead they have a constant supply of power that feels borderline sentient with how it seems to watch their backs and make them aware of any possible threats. Their eyes also become iridescent and they all figure out they can change their eye color at will (Wink, wink! nudge nudge!). They're a bit weirded out by everything but pretty happy they no longer have to deal with the effects of channeling from the earth.

Her little gathering has been trying to convince her to channel from the sky as well since it would keep her safer in the quadrant but she tells them that she only figured out channeling from the sky as an answer to their problem and it didn't feel fair to do it when she didn't have a serious reason to.

Violet in the meantime starts recording all her new findings and bonding with her squad but not really telling them about what she's been doing, while in the background all the usual things happen, like challenges and the gauntlet except this time Violet has a bit of extra training from the nights spent past curfew so she does a bit better. During the Gauntlet the dagger trick still happens because I love when people win on a technicality. Everyone gets lined up for Presentation and they start marching forward. Quite a few dragons have been lowering their heads and sniffing some cadets, particularly the first years Violet's been helping and she hopes that none of them get torched today. A few dragons have been sniffing at her as well but she just thought it was because of the dragon scale corset or her peculiar appearance. Once they reached the end of the line of dragons Violet saw the golden dragon everyone seemed to be muttering about. It was pacing excitedly on the spot and raising itself onto it's back paws as if to see the line better. The brown next to it looked so done with the golden one and once Violet locked eyes with the smaller dragon, the brown immediately put a foot on the golden one's tail to keep it from bolting into the line of cadets. Violet was a bit concerned about the whole ordeal but she would not question the ways of dragons.

Threshing goes about as well as in canon except when Violet finds Andarna, she's imidiately accosted by a wiggling mess that's sniffing and circling her like she's some old friend.

Once Jack Fucking Barlow and his entourage show up the fight to protect the dragon ensues and Xaden still comes to watch the shitfest, but this time Andarna actually barrels into one of Violet's opponents (just because I would've like it to happen in canon) and Sgaeyl is reasonably concerned because Andarna was way more chill about all of this before Presentation. What the hell happened with being calm and collected, Golden One?

Tairn shows up, scares the shit out of JFB, torches the guy that wasn't already passed out because of Andarna and stops to sniff Violet as well before commanding she gets on his back. Violet starts wondering why every dragon has an obsession with sniffing her but gets sidetracked by Tairn's aerobatics.

When they finally land Violet notices there are a bunch of larger, battle-scared dragons, nearly on par with Tairn, in the clearing that weren't at Presentation, every single one if them had one of her sky wielders between their front legs and she felt a sense of pride at the sight despite the shock of getting two dragons herself.

Andarna continues to be hyperactive nudging Violet this way and that but Tairn didn't look too concerned so she took it as a good sign.

Violet: I don't mean to offend you but are you excited that you bonded or is there another reason you are this happy?

Andarna: Oh, I'm happy I bonded, alright, but there are other reasons too. Those can wait a bit though, so don't worry!

Violet: Ok, I'll trust your judgement...

Tairn: Wise decision.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

[ericshoney]

Mini Matt vs robot Matt ~ Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: Mini Matt joins yet another car video, but the one where Matt still has covid and is a robot.

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You knew the video you were about to film was going to go down in history. Matt still had covid. Nick was clear from it whilst you and Chris didn't get it luckily.

As soon as Nick taped the IPad up, you started laughing. You just couldn't help it. Matt being an AI was the funniest thing to you.

Nick and Chris did an intro for the video, explaining everything as you watched happily. Your main focus being on Matt. You all started talking about today's topic, more listening than talking for you, as Nick and Chris screamed and Matt tried to shout too.

"Dude you might as well send an email." You mumbled as he was ignored for a moment, the car erupting with laughter.

"What's your take on this Mini Matt?" Chris asked.

"Well, honestly. I'm just the better version now, if we're talking robots and stuff. Matt is the old, tired version and I'm the next gen that everyone wants." You answered sassily.

"Shut up." Matt mumbled.

"Sorry I couldn't quite hear you, turn your volume up." You fired back, making the other two laugh.

You leaned over and moved closer to look at the IPad and just to annoy not only Matt, but Nick as well, you zoomed in right on Matt's face, so only his eyes were showing.

"The fuck, kid!" Chris shouted, laughing at your joke.

"What did she do!" Matt shouted.

"Fucking idiot." Nick mumbled, but you knew it was a joke.

Nick altered the image back so it looked normal again as you all continued to talk. Chris kept burping, making the car smell like meatballs and every time he did, you flicked his ear.

When the guys started talking about different robots, you felt slightly confused. You knew about Star Wars and even the characters Nick named wrong. As he was mid sentence you gasped loudly.

"Woah, what!" Nick shouted.

"I just had a thought." You answered.

"Well spill, kid!" Chris called.

"I wish Baymax was real." You said, making them laugh.

"Did you just say Baymax? As in Big Hero 6?" Matt called.

"Yeah! Your kinda like Baymax too!" You exclaimed.

"Did I hear that right?" He questioned.

"Yeah! Matt your Baymax!" Chris shouted.

You giggled as Matt started ranting about being a health robot, which then led Nick to talk about the burger bot.

"I could imagine Matt asking what you want as a burger bot." You said.

"No fucking way!" He replied.

You laughed again as you all continued ranting and talking. You knew the fans would have a field day with edits from this video.

[snowbaamgyu]

Beomgyu sickfic idea: https://x.com/beomjunhourly/status/1886392984813416458?s=46. GO CRAXYYYY some emeto would be W tbh the way he sat up and everything

Beomgyu drabble

[Now edited!! new ending]

"Alright guys, you'll be staying here for a day, we'll be recording a kinda new segment of to do so, it's about your daily dorm life so try to be yourselves, the order of the rooms is up to you. That's all, go and get some sleep" the producer said, they all nodded and played games to decide which room they all got.

Beomgyu felt relieved when Taehyun ended up as his roommate, don't get him wrong, he loved all the members but Taehyun eased him up. Beomgyu was feeling kinda anxious and didn't know why, he felt a slight turmoil going inside of him. He's used to sleep in other beds, after all they had to constantly travel, but right now all he wished was to be left alone in his own room back at the dorms.

They all got ready for bed, and once the lights were off Beomgyu hoped he could sleep this weird feeling off. The cameras inside of their rooms were off for now, the producers told them they would turn them on in the morning. Time passed but Beomgyu couldn't sleep, he felt tired but just couldn't bring himself to sleep, a headache making its way made it harder for him to try and keep this to himself. He glanced over where Taehyun was sleeping, on the door behind them was Yeonjun as well, still, Taehyun was Beomgyu's choice to seek comfort.

"Taehyunnie.." the latter got up as soon as he heard his name being called, seeing his hyung standing beside his bed made him a little bit confused. "What's wrong?" he said as he rubbed his eyes a bit, Beomgyu felt guilty, almost telling him a "never mind" until Taehyun asked again "Are you okay?", at that Beomgyu shook his head.

"I'm not... I don't know what's wrong, I feel so tired and weird but I can't sleep.. I think I'm coming down with something..." Beomgyu sighed, Taehyun got out of bed and instead made the older sit on the edge of the mattress. "Are you feeling sick? Like, maybe I'll have to throw up sick?" he asked as he pressed his hand to his forehead, the older closing his eyes and sighing as he rubbed his middle, nodding after a bit. "I thought I was just feeling anxious about being here filming but.. this feels wrong, I really don't feel good..." Taehyun freaked out, didn't know what to do, so he tried to calm Beomgyu down until he fell asleep, which worked, he talked and talked to distract him from his discomfort and the older could rest for the night.

The next morning Kai was waking everyone up, but strangely Taehyun and Beomgyu were the only ones who felt really sleepy so he let them be. Until everyone else was up, including Taehyun who forgot to explain what had happened last night. Yeonjun and Kai as a prank went to wake him up so they all could eat, but the moment Beomgyu woke up again he felt completely nauseous, "Where's Taehyun?" he asked seeking comfort in his dongsaeng once again. It didn't help that Yeonjun was poking him, so he sat upright with a hand over his mouth and heaved right there and then, his stomach contents falling on the covers, Yeonjun froze and Kai went to get some help as Beomgyu continued to empty his stomach, the older started rubbing his back and trying to soothe him when Beomgyu started crying, he felt awful, even worse when he remembered everything was being filmed.

He retched but nothing came up, he was starting to hyperventilate and Yeonjun felt completely helpless and guilty. "I'm sorry Gyu, really, it's okay, you'll be okay, try to breathe with me"

Eventually the younger calmed down and they had to stop the filming for a while until everything was cleaned up, Beomgyu included, the rest of the members went on with their days and he chose to rest back at their temporary home.

Soobin and him were the only ones left at the house, Soobin reading a book but falling asleep, Beomgyu was starting to feel anxious and queasy again so he went to the terrace for fresh air, sighing in relief as a cool breeze hit him, making him feel better.

Beomgyu stayed there for a while until he felt ready to head inside, looking for Soobin, seeing the older asleep and even drooling on his book made him giggle a bit.

A new wave of nausea hit him suddenly and Beomgyu had to keep his act together until he reached the bathroom, this time having enough time to lock the door, kneel in front of the toilet, contemplate the clean water and taking a few deep breaths before he started throwing up once again. A retch that made his entire body shake brought up more of his stomach contents, some of it making its way through his nose, the gross feeling making him bring up more with a wet burp, the cycle repeating until someone from the production crew decided to check on him.

"Beomgyu-ssi, is everything alright? Do you need anything?" a man knocked on the door, Beomgyu took a deep breath, preparing himself to talk "I'm okay, I'll just... wait here just in case".

And he did that, he waited until his stomach calmed down enough for him to flush the toilet, closing the lid and then resting his arms on top of it, then lowering his head and closing his eyes for a bit. Before he worried the production crew more, Beomgyu got out of the bathroom after washing his hands and rinsing his mouth, deciding to lay down on the couch and sleep, he felt tired, all his energy drained after throwing up again, but strangely he felt better, his stomach didn't feel as heavy and weird anymore, now he just wanted to sleep.

After a couple of hours the members slowly started to return, passing by Beomgyu's sleeping figure on the couch and Soobin quietly eating beside him, everyone gathered there as Beomgyu slowly woke up, asking for Taehyun, the smell of the ramyeon the latter was preparing made him realize he was hungry, at least for the first time that day.

Everyone was happy to see him eating and his face with more color than what they had seen earlier that morning, more cheerful and playful, they couldn't get mad at him after all, they were just happy he was feeling better.

[wukong-s-only-wife5000]

LMK!Wukong: When He Smiles.

Author Note: This felt rushed... and it's short. I might edit it at some point, but no promises. Hope you enjoy!

“Remind me why I’m here again?” you were tired and not in the mood, but…

“I missed you!” he grinned. 

You could never say no to this sunshine. That damned smile was your weakness and he knew it. He knew damn well that you could never say no to that smile and those eyes. The smile that makes the sun sweat and melts your heart into a puddle at your feet.  

“Right…” you sighed, but couldn't deny him. 

When he smiles, it's like the world finally makes sense and shit. Or maybe you're just desperately in love with him, who am I to say? We’ll leave it as that, only because it was true. Wukong was your everything, so it wasn't your fault that your boyfriend was a cheeky and adorable Monkey King. How could anyone not love him?

“Whatcha got there, (Y/n)?” his voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you held up the doggie bag that you got for him.

“Oh, I got you some noodles from Pigsy’s,” you said and offered the bag to him, which he took with a childish glee you thought was absolutely adorable.

“Thanks! How’d you know I was starving?” he asked as he took out the bowls and immediately started scarfing down noodles. “You got some kinda boyfriend-sensing powers I should know about?” he teased with his mouth full. 

“Stop talking while you're eating, you'll choke,” you folded your arms and gave him a stern look. “You're also spitting on me and everything.”

“Oh, sorry,” he said and turned to walk back to the couch he was playing video games on. “Come sit with me.”

“I shouldn't,” you tried to decline. 

“Nonsense!” his tail wrapped around your torso. “C'mere,” he said as he picked you up and dragged you over to his side using his tail. All you could process was his tail around you, the connection with you and the floor being no more, then being plopped onto the couch beside him. 

“Wukong-” 

“Yeah?” he looked at you with a gentle smile. You felt that one in the pit of your stomach and felt your face turn red. 

How is he the most cutest thing ever?! No… why does he have to be the cutest thing ever?

“(Y/n)?” he tilted his head as he slurped his noodles. “Do you want some noodles?” he asked as he offered the bowl to you. 

“I ate before I came, it's all yours,”

“Sure you don't want any?”

“I'm sure,” 

His smile has made him get out of so much trouble with you. He was just such a cheeky little pest, you loved him so much, maybe even more than he loves you. Your heart always did skips when you see that smile, especially the one where it’s all teeth and his tail would sway behind him. 

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged, then continued to eat. 

“So what’s the real reason you asked me to come over?”

“Can't I call my girlfriend over to hang out?” he looked at you and that look in his eyes felt like gravity, it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Yeah, but-”

“Is something wrong?” he asked, wanting to get to the bottom of your strange behaviour. How on Earth could you tell him to his face that after all this time, his smile makes you breathless?

“Guess I just ate too much, is all,” you waved it off. 

“Oh,” he nodded, too focused on his food to go in-depth, mostly because he knew for sure that it wasn't anything life-threatening. The cheeky little monkey who had your heart didn't know the true power he had… or did he?

[doki-doki-imagines]

Hi, hope you’re doing great!! if requests are still open could you please do an scenario/whatever you feel comfortable of mk1 raiden figuring out that his really thin s/o actually has a disorder by realizing that they maintain a highly restrictive diet, are always making excuses to avoid eating and although they do their best to hide it they look tired all the time?

No problem if you don't feel comfortable doing it or you just don't feel like it!!! I just wanted to feel comforted by my favorite character because the thoughts have been getting kinda bad since last week and I wanted some extra strength to fight them and keep recovering!!! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- (also, sorry if my request is not completely understandable, I'm still learning english)

author note: keep figting dear! This kind of war is long and it's worse since the enemy is yourself, but the reward will be worth it. I tried my best, if what I wrote makes you uncomfortable hit me up and I'l edit/delete it. Hope you'll like it!

-Raiden doesn't suspect anything, only seeing the positive side of your relationship. That's why when you tell him what's going on during the bad week, he is surprised. -And sad. Not because Raiden thinks you are a burden but because he didn't notice what's going on with the person he loves the most. Raiden never helped you out. -That's why now he'll try to make up for the lost time. -Raiden will cook your meals. He wants you to understand the blessing of food, the deliciousness of each product he cooks for you, the joy of eating, even more if with a loved one. -He'd love if you helped him cook, trying new recipes together, and overall having fun. -Raiden wants to erase the idea of food you have and build a healthy one, and having fun seems a good way to start. -He always asks if you eat, not because he wants to control you or act disappointed. Raiden wants to understand how many steps forward you've made to better understand the next course of action. -He knows that it's a long road ahead, so he is never disappointed, not even when you have the temptation to go back to unhealthy tracks. -Is your mind worried that you'll go from an extreme to the other? Don't worry, Raiden will gladly train with you! -He'll never go hard on you, but for sure, Raiden will make you sweat! You will be so tired when you get back home. -You always train away from the other monks, Raiden likes to deliver a kiss or pull your cheeks when nobody is looking, between a run and a spar. -And there a warm noodles soup is waiting for you, cooked to perfection and with that touch of love that makes everything taste better. -"We'll get over this." He tells you while cleaning the dishes, you next to him drying them with a rag. "Together." Raiden's voice drop low, hands still in the warm water, but his lips on your forehead. You hug his side, his warm lips not leaving your skin. -Raiden never promises what he can't deliver.

[persephonememes]

* (  GOOD RIDDANCE BY GRACIE ABRAMS /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ i was bored out my mind ❜

❛ you're the worst of my crimes ❜

❛ i never was the best to you ❜

❛ i used to lie to your face twenty times in a day ❜

❛ it was my little strange addiction ❜

❛ i destroyed every silver lining you had in your head ❜

❛ we were too different ❜

❛ you were so sensitive ❜

❛ now i feel terrible about how i handled it ❜

❛ now i bet you resent all of me ❜

❛ i don't forget all of my fault in this ❜

❛ i deserve it though ❜

❛ you were there all the time ❜

❛ how am i supposed to put that gently? ❜

❛ down the road you will love me until you resent me ❜

❛ what if i'm not worth the time and breath i know you're saving? ❜

❛ the whole facade seemed to fall apart ❜

❛ part of me wants to walk away till you really listen ❜

❛ i hate to look at your face and know that we're feeling different ❜

❛ cause part of me wants you back, but i know it won't work like that, huh? ❜

❛ why won't you try moving on for once? ❜

❛ i know we cut all the ties but you're never really leaving ❜

❛ i'm thinking everything you wish i wasn't ❜

❛ the call was tough but you're better off ❜

❛ so won't you stop holding out for me when i don't want it ❜

❛ won't you stay for a while ❜

❛ i wish that you'd never leave ❜

❛ i know i know better ❜

❛ if you asked me to run away i'd go easily ❜

❛ i'm codependent but trying hard not to be ❜

❛ do you think we could talk? ❜

❛ yes, i know that he's my ex. but can't two people reconnect? ❜

❛ i'll always choose you ❜

❛ where do we go now? ❜

❛ there's nothing left here ❜

❛ i wasted my breath when i tried to console you, didn't i? ❜

❛ i know that i should hate you ❜

❛ i pulled the knife out my back, it was right where you left it ❜

❛ i just drank something strong to try to forget, but it wasn't right ❜

❛ i almost crashed my car ❜

❛ all i ever think about is where the hell you even are ❜

❛ i swear to god i'd kill you if i loved you less hard ❜

❛ after all of this time, i still get disappointed ❜

❛ it's kinda funny when it goes from all to nothing ❜

❛ you have to laugh before you start to cry ❜

❛ now i stop myself from holding on to something that makes me feel a little less alive ❜

❛ i see through you ❜

❛ where did you go? ❜

❛ why'd it feel louder when all of it went unspoken? ❜

❛ all i can do is hope that this will go away ❜

❛ she doesn't know i'd let her ruin all my days ❜

❛ i'm just scared of that commitment ❜

❛ i really think sometimes there's something that i'm missing ❜

❛ i should probably go back home ❜

❛ i hope i wake up invisible ❜

❛ i guess i'm just difficult ❜

❛ you were everything to me ❜

❛ i've been drinking and staying up too late reliving bad decisions ❜

❛ what am i supposed to do when you used to be my lifeline? ❜

❛ i've counted all the days since you walked away ❜

❛ i never could've seen you coming ❜

❛ i think you're everything i've wanted ❜

❛ you make me really nervous ❜

❛ i've never felt this close to someone ❜

❛ what if you're my weakness? ❜

❛ i feel homesick ❜

❛ i'll say whatever you want, but i've become such a liar ❜

❛ i used to follow my gut, but now i'm just getting higher ❜

❛ i've been thinking way too loud ❜

❛ i wish that i could block me out ❜

❛ i think i'm burning alive, but nobody sees the fire ❜

❛ 'cause when i open my mouth, i seem to be stuck in silence ❜

❛ i thought of leaving tonight, but i couldn't drive this tired ❜

❛ plus after all of this time, i should be a pretty crier ❜

❛ in my head, i make a mess of it ❜

❛ i'm getting tired of feeling delicate ❜

❛ i used to try, but nothing's helping it ❜

❛ it's not their fault, but i've found that none of my friends will call me ❜

❛ every voice in my head is trying its best to haunt me ❜

❛ i should be cool but i panic ❜

❛ words seem to cut so much deeper right to the bone ❜

❛ it's a sort of funny quiet feeling ❜

❛ lately i don't know what to believe in ❜

❛ i drove 100 miles an hour to forget you ❜

❛  how'd you walk away so easy? ❜

❛ you won't even look at me ❜

❛ i hate the fact that i miss you around ❜

❛ why's it feel like you don't even know me? ❜

❛ how are you looking at me like a stranger? ❜

❛ i took up walking to turn it all off ❜

❛ it doesn't feel bearable guess i thought when i left it would all stop ❜

❛ did i fall out of line when i called you? ❜

❛ when i told you i'm fine you were lied to ❜

❛ how could i think that all that i gave you was enough? ❜

❛ cause every time i get too close i just go mess it up ❜

❛ i heard that you're happier ❜

❛ i hope that you're sleeping well, knowing i'm not ❜

[warvariations]

Can I ask why you are soon to go through menopause?

And with respect of someone who doesn’t understand anything in the realm of trans/ hormonal dysphoria would you share a little bit of your struggle with it? I hope ultimately that you can be happy, full of rage or full of testosterone xx

Thank you for the good wishes, such a sweet way to put it!

I meant 'soon' as in my future, I'm not that close to menopause but I'm not that far from it either.

Most of my dysphoria has to do with how impaired my body/mind feel during 90% of my hormonal cycle, which is the part that aligns with testosterone decreasing. Basically I feel like I can only be fully functional for a very limited number of days a month, the rest of the time I'm fighting against what feels like having been injected with a drug against my will. I also know for sure that my (a)sexuality is deeply affected by being perceived as a woman / feeling dissociated from my own body, despite not really having any interest in sex beyond the way it facilitates romantic relationships due to the closeness it can foster, which I've always enjoyed. But it feels absurd to believe that I would be feeling better as a man, cause I actually don't know what it feels like to be a man – I cannot say I am a man personally, if anything I feel like a walking vagina bc I feel absolutely subjugated by the reproductive organs it represents, so the uncertainty of what's on 'the other side' makes it feel like a silly decision to make. Yet gender is very much at the core of one's subjectivity in the world we live in, and it's one of the few ways in which a poor person can shift others' perception of them, so it feels like a valuable option despite me not feeling that strongly about either genders (I do really identify with being non-binary but telling people I'm nb is not enough). Anyway the hormonal discomfort is starting to become really unmanageable, which is what's pushing me to consider testosterone again. I'm happy I waited (the first time I thought about it was in 2019) because now I know I've tried everything, and I don't even care about the physical changes I used to worry about anymore, like losing my hair or bottom growth (which used to freak me out cause I already hate my genitals as they are), I'm just SO TIRED of estrogen and progesterone fucking with me. I didn't get on T in 2019 because I was worried that I was just looking for a 'quick way out' of dealing with my trauma, and since then I've tried everything to heal or cope with my trauma and my dysphoria has only increased, and on top of that I'm exhausted and furious due to being forced to exist in what feels like a mutilated body, in the sense that I feel incapable of doing the things I want to do because of my dysphoria / what my hormones do to me every month. The other thing is that I used to feel like by 'giving up' on living as a woman I was giving up on believing that there is hope for a world where women can be happy, but at this point my survival feels more important than ideology. Also I do identify with having grown up as a woman on the internet and I wouldn't wanna go back and change that, same with being a girl child, which has kinda kept me from transitioning too. I was like if I relate to that it means I'm a woman, ain't I? But I'm not a girl child anymore, I'm an adult who is making the life of everybody around me hell cause I'm so dysphoric for 3/4 of every month I'm literally rolling on the floor growling and screaming at the top of my lungs (like actually).

But I want to have a baby and that to me is more important than my hormonal discomfort, I would never want to jeopardize my chance to get pregnant and carry a child, therefore I cannot go on testosterone now.

Hope that makes sense..... I've replied very quickly so I'll probably come back to edit it later

[hazelpuff]

I just wanted to say that I'm in love (and a bit jealous haha) with your style. It's so pretty and unique! Your hoods are gorgeous and your sims even more! (may i ask you what technique do you use to make them? Pooklet's? Face templates? A lot of sliders?)

I jumped around a lot between maxis-match, semi realistic, etc. trying to find something i liked (and i still feel i didn't quite found something i like 100%) and I'm in awe of how you made something that doesn't look like ts4 nor ts2 but a so cool and pretty in between!!!

(also a disclaimer because I'm a tiny ball of anxiety: this is no shade to anyone who likes other styles, i find them pretty awesome in other people's games, they just look a bit boring on mine. The sims is about having fun and everyone deserves to play it as they like!)

Hi! Thank you for your sweet message!

(disclaimer at the beginning of the post, my keyboard is dying since half a year and i'm putting aside the moment to replace it, but after this post, I think I'm gonna make my mind soon lol. So sorry for any misspeling - you can get double nn, no n, no m, no c, double cc, no c and many other surprises - i tried to fix everything but I could miss something xd).

I've restarted my hood 5 times I think before I got it to my recent version. I'm terrified every time through most of the process, it doesn't come easily to me xD.

Also ofc, everyone can have whatever aesthetics they like - the sims is the perfect series to express that.

With my sims it really depends. I mostly make a sim that I really like and then use it as a base for other sims, but not always. Sometimes I make a sim that I think looks quite unique but it's still missing somethig when it comes to features and makeup face details. During those moments I just open up my body shop sometime later or the next day and try to tweak this sim, sometimes it's more than once. And other times I end up liking the idk 3rd attempt but i still keep going since i want to make more similair sims, and also it's tiring to start the process from the beginning every time xD.

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sry for the baldness xD - i deleted the wip hair conversion files they had and now i can't never change their hairstyles lol, idk how i did it for those two last sims seriously.

As you can see, all those sims have this maxis chain necklace, which means that I started the process using the same base sim and it just evolved into many differet results lol.

Other times I'm editing some maxis face templates to make them more my style (it's really fun!)

I also made one of my sims face into face template to make the rest of the family. I didn't want their faces to be - mouth: mom; eyes: dad; nose: mom - just a mix of both and adding something extra to make them a little more unique. Kinda pookleted their faces with two face templates.

I just really like this face. It can look either goofy or good xD.

I sometimes get inspired by images of some real life ppl (models, actors). When I'm really out of ideas I'm also dowloading sims made by others and use them as a base - just tweaking their features to be my style, mostly it's about face proportions and replacing the cc they used to the one I have. There is muuuch more examples that I could give but a lot of times it's just a result of tweaking some sims a couple of times xD.

Also due to the fact that i make my sims in body shop, idk how their faces will look whit face expressions. I was always using my sims to create previews for my cc conversions so I'm also testing them that way and if something looks too off - I'm just going back to body shop to fix that.

I think I've developed my style around the clay hair conversions that I've made - I wanted the sims in my previews to go well together with clay hair. I remember that I've picked the hair first, THEN sculpted my sims faces. There just werent that many to choose from at 1st.

I don't really use face templates - I have some, but I don't use them much - i think the proportions on faces of my sims are the closest to the maxis sims 🤔. I like their sharp features so when I'm stuck with making a sim, I'm using the pooklet method with those maxis templates but only a tiiiny bit - like 10-20% and only on those parts of the faces that I want to tweak a little more. After that I'm going back to editing the face myself.

(also a lil bonus of my sim from 2017, the only older picture that i have, i found it recently by accident and i think this is the only time when it's kinda in-context to post it 🤣).

[charmac]

Okay so, I got high for the first time in awhile and I'm thinking about Sunny just, It's weird that I always do, near obsessively, have since October of 2022. It's just like, my favourite thing to love and to think about, but I have been watching for a lot longer than that. I'm just gonna delve on my pipeline from casual fan of this show to stan, cos I think it's interesting and I'm high so nothing is stopping me:

For over three years I've been watching this show on repeat, whenever I didn't have a scheduled show to watch, I'd pop it on. But I just watched it casually, normally, like haha funny bad people show kind of way (I am sorry). All I did was watch it over and over, sometimes see a funny viral Sunny Tweet and like it, and then the Podcast came out.

And it weirdly made me more into the show, more introspective about the characters. So I would interact on r/IASIP but they just, didn't really get it properly.

And then S15 aired and Reddit really didn't get it and Charlie Kelly was just this massive presence in my mind, and I wrote a silly little kidfic about him because I was just thinking and thinking. And Reddit didn't get it.

So I I tried to come onto Tumblr, but everyone shipped Macdennis and I. Did Not. like Dennis. I saw him how your average r/IASIP commenter sees him. (So sorry.) I thought shipping Macdennis was fun in a, like, asking Mac to get completely used and fucked over kinda way (again, so sorry). Imagine my shock walking into Sunnyblr with that idea. Tumblr liked Dennis.

So I just kinda did the Episodes on repeat/Podcast/Subreddit kinda vibe for awhile. And then I met Meg and talked to her, and I stood two feet away from Rob and I know it's cringey, lmfao, but something shifted further. I was talking obsessively to my bestie @macdennissurvivor and Twitter started showing me Dennis edits. And then I made a silly little Macdennis edit of my own.

Then I went to the live show in Philly. And the audience was miserable and oh my god none of them get it. But there's so much to get . And Glenn, wow, weird, interesting guy. (And he weirdly kinda clarified that Dennis wasn't straight.) The show was fine but the audience was miserable because none of them get it. They throw out lines and references and it's all a joke. But it's not all a joke, there's so much to get. They're not getting it. Please someone else get it.

And so I dipped my toe back on Sunnyblr. And I got more involved with Sunny Twitter and Nat (legal last name Paddysroyco) Tumblr user @boysareouttonight's Dennis edits were like the final nail in the coffin of being a stan.

I think something shifts when you are able to look past Dennis' facade and actually see the person inside, the character they won't let you see unless you really get it.

And the obsession begins, and continues, and is good to me, keeps me happy and everything here just tickles my brain and makes me engage and talk. And like there's real, actually insanely intelligent discussion on here and meta and analysis and theories and then there's the most cracked out post you've ever seen and then there's something that's somehow both and it's just something else.

I'm at an all-you-can-eat buffet after reaching into the depths of my cupboards for a month straight. And we're getting more, and a lot, and whatever it is is more content. Every frame, every title, every crumb we find, there's other people here who get it all and make it fun, in a way that's not tiring or eye-rolling or completely off the mark, in a way that keeps me full-steam rolling ahead and coming back.

This devolved a little, as thoughts do, but I am happy to be here, I guess. I'm looking forward to this fucking season and whatever lies ahead: whether it's dry for Macdennis or overwhelmingly wet, whether we get solid character development or some weird backsliding, a mix of both, if there's strange retcons or really fucking-good ones, any unexplained moments or looks or props, or expressions, I'm experiencing it all with people who get it. Maybe in a completely unhinged way, maybe in a crazy smart way, or a reasonably sober way, but always from a place of getting it.

We're getting Season 16, it's real, more to the story, more to piece together and layout and pick and prod and compare and re-tell (and re-write if you really want). In, like, 18 days. Fuck me up.

[thesinisterprincezuko]

Hoooo boy. I don't think enough people pay attention to this blog to make this work, but @stupid-elf tagged me, so.

Summarize your WIPs badly and let people vote on which sound the most interesting. (Some are originals. Most are not. Secondary game: figure out which are which. Some are obvious. Some are not.)

(PS. Guys this is surprisingly hard.)

Um. Um. Who hasn't done this yet. I only know like five people on this site. Um. @everlicious-enby! I know you haven't! If I have to do it so do you! Have fun!

(Edit: I'm adding @almondboy and @corvidcore-portent.)

[faelune-home]

FFXIVWrite 2024 #12: Quarry

(A/n: More role quest rewrite, though rather than a direct adapation of the quest start, I did a bit more in media res just cos now I'm establishing enough that these are happening with Scions. This one at least also shows all the role quests kinda happening concurrently and Fhara having to juggle them and relying on the Scions to keep in touch should anything happen.

This one is the ranged questline featuring G'raha, cos even though my wol is actually a dancer/bard main and can handle this herself, it'd still be good to have the extra hands and get him more involved in a new location he may be unfamiliar with.

There's a bonus scene included at the end, cos i really wanted to write it for this particular duo/questline, but I could't figure out how to integrate it into the writing I had, so its kinda just tacked on, if separate. Maybe if I edit for ao3 at a later date I'll make it work better.

Word count: 2112)

For yet another day, the skies over Namai were clear, not a cloud nor a blasphemy in sight. The villagers whispered her name in a mix of both reverence and fear, but it did nothing to bring her forth.

Fhara sighed, which morphed into a yawn and a stretch as she noted the sunset painting the sky in shades of orange and purple. It’d been a long day. She may have to meet with G’raha to return to the Enclave and call it there.

She hadn’t really intended for G’raha to join her on this mission. Unlike the other missions for the various delegates, she was perfectly suited to it. In fact when she set out to tell Y’shtola and G’raha she was headed off, expecting them to handle the situation in Radz-at-Han without her, he’d leapt to his feet, offering to be an extra hand. After all, he’d been an archer long before his dabblings in the arcane, surely he could offer an extra pair of eyes on the skies.

His words, and not hers, and as much as she’d tried to gently suggest otherwise, she’d still ended up in the Doman Enclave reporting into Hien and Yugiri with him by her side. She couldn’t deny he’d been helpful though, after their first foray into finding Izanami…

Who was unfortunately now highly elusive, and despite spending so long searching, they hadn’t found a single trace of her in Doma, or any hint of her impressions on the villagers. As it was, Fhara was beginning to think of shifting her focus on another one of the blasphemy hunting missions she was attached to.

She’d received a call from her linkshell that morning as she’d woken, a report from Alisaie back in Ishgard over the progress searching for their not-dragon there before the girl went to bed herself - ah the way of the time difference between them. Fhara had said that she would consider this her last day in Doma  and should nothing else happen, then she’d return to Eorzean shores to check in on matters there. But then according to all the other reports she’d gotten, everything was rather slow no matter where in the world she was…

“Ah, I was just about to call for you. We’re returning then?” Fhara stopped in her tracks, unaware that as her mind had wandered alongside her feet, G’raha himself had appeared.

“Oh, yeah. I was actually about to call you too for that.”

“Seems we both have good timing then,” he said, trying to keep a light tone about the coincidence. Fhara breaking into another yawn made him frown though.

“Let’s get back to Lord Hien and report in. Then you can return to Eorzea and get some rest, you’ve been on your feet all day without stop.”

“Aye,” Fhara mumbled, too tired to vocalise properly. She shambled behind him, using him as a guide to reach the boat that would ferry them back to the Enclave. The walk itself was mostly silent, other than a brief query to ask where she was planning to go.

“‘M not sure yet. Alphi hasn’t checked in yet, so maybe Ala Mhigo?” she said, speaking slowly as her exhausted brain thought carefully, “Hmmm, bu’ Estinien said there was a lead he was checking on, I feel like I should see what’s happening in Limsa.”

“I see. Well, you may also need to consider where you teleport to for an inn check in first. I’m sure Lord Hien would be happy to offer you a room here, but I assume you’ll want to be in Eorzea if you wish to get to work as soon as possible.”

“Hmm…”

~~

Hien was understandably disappointed to hear there was another day of no sightings of Izanami. But he tried to keep up an optimistic expression.

“Tis a shame to have had you both waste your time with nothing to show. But in turn, there have been no other reports of people turning and tormenting the people. That is something to be thankful for at least.” The others couldn’t quite match the optimism even as they nodded in agreement. Hien’s grin fell.

“Even if she isn’t acting, the longer she is out there, the more risk she poses. But for now, we can only wait and hope for a response soon. In the meantime, you will be departing for Eorzea, yes?” he asked Fhara, who could only nod in response, almost half asleep on her feet.

“I really would be willing to offer you a bed here to rest,” he offered, but he knew it was futile in his bemused grin, “But if you insist on moving on, then I shan’t keep you. And I hope we can call you back sooner rather than later.”

“You needn’t worry about being without aid though my lord,” G’raha piped up, punching his hand into his fist, determined, “I will continue the patrols myself, and checking in on the villages.”

“As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, my friend, especially while you opt to remain here in Fhara’s stead, I must insist that you take the morrow to rest yourself. Yugiri and her shinobi can take up your role. Just for one day,” Hien said, quickly adding the final statement when G’raha looked ready to insist otherwise. His tail lashed, but he nodded.

“I’ll remain here, but I would still like something to do that pertains to our search. Maybe some records related to the Domans forcibly enlisted or imprisoned to double check against those that have returned.”

That was the last Fhara heard herself before she finally opted to leave, her aether reaching into the stream and pulling herself west. Drifting along, not even really certain where she was going, where she had decided to return to, her sense of self almost being rocked to sleep by the gentle flow of the aether currents–

The rustling leaves overhead told her it was Gridania before she opened her eyes, definitely at risk of falling asleep on her feet right there by the aetheryte. In contrast to the late evening she’d departed in, it was becoming morning in the shroud, the sky a hazy grey that wasn’t quite a proper dawn yet. Early enough that some of the most essential workers were milling about, preparing their stock and shops, but the main town plaza was deserted all the same.

Typical, when she was aimlessly flowing without a destination in mind, of course she would find her way home. Either here or to the Rising Stones she often found, the two places she would consider the most familiar to her. She probably came here more so because the inn was much closer. Maybe. She didn’t know anymore, she just needed a couple of hours to sleep and feel more like herself and ready to tackle the day afresh.

A quick check in with the innkeep, and she stumbled into her assigned room and collapsed onto the bed, not even bothering to change into proper sleep clothes or even remove some layers. She instantly fell into darkness.

~~

(a/n: im taking advantage of ffxivwrite not being about perfection to just dump a passage here that i wanted to write, but didnt know how to include pacing wise)

She’d found someone! A young boy cowering beneath a howling, twitching beast. Fhara darted ahead, the grass parting in her pink aether swirled wake, and threw a chakrum with all her might.

It hit the blasphemy with such force the thud echoed off the rock wall, and after a dazed moment the beast turned to catch her in its sight. It howled, a grotesque cry that seemed underlaid with wails and screaming, and then started pounding toward her, great claws tearing up dirt in its path.

It was all she could do to dodge in time, circling around and flinging her rings at its again, both hits wrenching another yelp out of it.

“Wait, stop!” the boy yelled, staggering back to his feet and beginning to run toward her. Fhara turned, eyes wide at his approach.

“Please, don’t come any closer, it’s not safe!” She had to keep an eye on the fight at hand, turning back around in time to see the blasphemy raising an awful clawed hand into the air, ready to bring it down upon her. She was prepared to jump, legs tensing to leap back, and maybe grab the boy to take him to safety too if she could.

An arrow suddenly whizzed through the air, piercing into the beast’s side and wrenching another howl from its throat. It staggered, but almost seemed unaffected, ready to raise its hand again, when another arrow embedded itself deep into its skull. An eye went slack as it stumbled, then collapsed. There was barely any time to register its death before it burst into black smoke, instantly dissipating and taking any hint of the creature’s existence with it.

Fhara panted, the adrenaline still rushing through her. It was over so quickly. The blood pounded in her ears, almost missing the way the boy next to her seemed to break down into tears. That was understandable - either a mix of fear catching up to him, or maybe it was someone he knew…

Fhara turned, scanning higher up the grass slope to see where the attack could’ve come from. She didn’t have to search long, as G’raha stood on a piece of land that jut out into a small ridge, lowering his bow. The look upon his face was almost unreadable.

“Why?” Fhara’s ear perked up to hear the wet sob next to her, then flattened again at the growing guilt. It had to be done, but that didn’t make it any better.

“I’m sorry,” she started, reaching out to offer some comfort, maybe a hand upon his shoulder, but he immediately jumped fully to his feet and rounded on G’raha, already approaching them both.

“You killed him! That was my brother and you– Murderer!” The boy shoved into G’raha, clearly not strong enough to actually do any harm, but all he needed was the opening to run away. Fhara reached after him, wanting to shout and stop him, but finding the words trapped in her throat. It was bound to happen…

“We’ll need to inform the villagers of this. Hopefully he has someone else that can care for him after all of this,” G’raha said plainly. Fhara could only nod in response. Neither of them moved.

“Thank you,” she finally said. His ear flicked in acknowledgement, eyes still trained in the direction the boy ran off in.

“I’m sure you could’ve handled it, even with the boy potentially being underfoot. But I wanted to help in whatever way I could. I’m glad I could be here for this then.”

“Even if he yelled at you for it?” His gaze seemed to shift, never moving from that distant horizon, but suddenly looking as though they were seeing malms and malms away.

“It had to be done. I’ve known my fair share of similar cases on the First, people that saw their loved ones turn into Sin Eaters before their very eyes, and then lashing out at the freelancers and guardsmen that had to cut them down. In order to protect them and all the others. It’s never easy, but it has to be done. Our only hope is to provide support so that they may move on and grieve properly.” Fhara frowned, knowing his words to be true.

“Right…” The grass rustled from the wind, and in the distance they could hear voices, people shouting to and fro. Perhaps she could even hear the voice of Hien trying to calm the panic. Fhara knew he would most likely come this way and find them, and then they can report what happened, but she wondered if maybe she should go to him first…

“If I may also admit,” G’raha then said, getting her attention once more, “I know you are more than capable. And even before now, you’ve long since had to make difficult decisions for the benefit of others. But this time, so that you may have one less death on your hands, I would be happy to take on this burden.”

Fhara was stunned at the gesture. It was so very like him, but it still made her freeze. She wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Lord Hien, we’re down here!” She jumped as G’raha called out, turning to see Hien and Yugiri emerge from the bamboo thicket. She was spared from responding at this time, as they gathered round and began reporting their findings, and the encounter with the young boy.

[randum-famdoms]

Hello! I'm reading one of your fic's on ao3 and was wondering when it's gonna be updated? I ABSOLUTELY LOVE the fic and wanna know how long until we get a new chapter! Love your writing! And I was so happy to see that you gave Mishima such a cool persona! I love the fic so much! I've been ranting to my friends about it nonstop (even though neither of them have ever played the game) but they both sit there and listen nonetheless! (I may even try and convince them to read it! It's a pretty interesting take on the whole game! And the part where Akira is worried that Mishima will have a problem with him being gay and Mishima just like "If I had a problem with it I would've said something back in kamoshida's palace" was amazing! I love everything about it and I can't explain in words just why I love it so much! It's just amazing! If I was better at art I would LOVE to make some fanart of it!!! Again I can't explain just how much I love it! I hope you're doing well and aren't sick!

(How was the dog sitting by the way? Hope it went well!)

Ahshdjdkjfndbdkjdl thank you??????

I just. *scream*

The idea that people can love a silly little thing I write for fun this much is kinda unreal to me. Idk how to respond???? Thanks????

I mean, I’ve reacted like this to fics I have read before but having it turned into myself is trippy. Like this is some weirdly dream or some shit. Idk man. Shit’s wild.

Every time someone tells me how happy they are about the way I’m treating mishima in my fic I am further convinced that everyone who says he’s a bad character is a fucking coward and if more people would just make Mishima positive content then the fandom would be better off. He does not get enough love and appreciation and I will gladly take on the mantle of Mishima Ambassador. He is my blorbo, my boi, and I love him dearly. He deserves better, both in game and in the fandom, so I just did it myself.

Also, I ain’t about to beg you for fanart because you reading my fic is more than enough already and then you sent me this ask and Ann bear gave me a heart attack from joy, but trust me if you think you’re a bad artist I’ve seen worse. Much, much worse. I took an art class in a very sports heavy highschool and 90% of the kids in there were teenage boys who thought it would be an easy A. The first assignment was to draw a realistic hand. You’d think that they were AI with how bad some of them looked. So yeah, any hypothetical art you make is beautiful to me, especially because I’m fairly sure that if anyone made fanart of my fic I’d cry tears of joy <3

I tried really hard to update every week and I failed miserably, so I’ve made the decision to cut back to every other week. I’m like 85% sure that I’ll get the next chapter up this Sunday. I started my summer classes today and one of them (my English class) is cramming a 14 week course into 4 weeks, but I’ve always been pretty good at English/reading/writing so I’m hoping that that won’t ruin my update schedule AGAIN. I swear I can’t go two weeks without something fucking up my writing/editing time. We’ll see how it goes. I am not sick don’t worry, Just like, super fuckin tired cause my sleep schedule is fucked. I’m pretty good otherwise tho!

Dogsitting went well! I actually finished up with that yesterday. The little demon I was taking care of had absolutely no braincells, and was very annoying, and she kept pooping in my bathroom no matter how often I tried to take her outside to shit, but at least she’s small so it was easy to clean up and she was a good size to cuddle. Overall it was a 5/10 experience that was turned into a 9/10 because of the couple hundred dollar paycheck I got for it. The family I was doing it for is uncomfortably rich lol. Pretty sure some of it is blood money because the dad is an ex-cop turned middle school teacher (neither of which make good money) and the mom is a Russian immigrant stay-at-home mom and they somehow own a huge house in a really nice neighborhood and can afford a two week trip to the Caribbean on that income. I ain’t gonna complain tho.

I’m excited to get chapter 11 written and posted, I think it’s gonna be really fun! Lots of good plot and character development is gonna be happening :) the fic is really picking up now that we’ve finally gotten over all the exposition hurdles. Only took 60k words lol (I swear I thought that it would take half as long as it did to get to this point in the fic, at this rate the things gonna end up 800k words long and I’ll be dead before it’s finished)

[harri-etvane]

I have a question about From the whole world, you are distant 💔

Do you deliberately break our hearts with the idea of Vova being forced to ask for help with the easiest things (because it's not how he DOES IT, it's 'everybody works, I work, everybody sleeps, I WORK' so then of course he feels he needs to apologise) and Maks appreciating the hell of the fact that he is the one to help? That he is even allowed to witness such moments? (AND are you maybe planning another hospital fic?)

ahh hi love, I adore this question.

y e s. You got it in one. That hell of being, so terribly hyper-competent at everything, not wanting help - but being made to ask for it because otherwise, you cannot go on. But then that reverence, of Maks, taking his arm, letting him walk - taking it as something to be treasured, regardless of the pain that comes with it. I think about that a lot tbh, and it's a weirdly... recurring theme in a lot of the nonsense I write; about being so wonderfully strong, but also having the grace, the strength to be vulnerable.

I edited and added to a lot of Laurel Grows, and I'm tempted to do the same with this because looking back at it, it's not really as detailed as I could have probably made it.

There is Something in my WIP pile (that full rewrite of Laurel that I've been going ON about for months) but I'm kinda.. over it lately because I've had so much IRL nonsense to handle & I've been faffing about and editing with it for ages. idk if I even like it any more or even want to rewrite it at this point. I did a full plan for it and everything, but I might just post the disconnected pieces I have, depending on what I feel like about it. Anyways, there's a lil snippet below the cut.

“No no. Sweetheart no.”

Olena gently takes hold of his shaking hand as he tugs feebly at the oxygen mask, having managed to dislodge it, frail as he is. It lies useless at the base of his throat, his breathing still harsh, as he struggles for air. He coughs, the sound rattling through his lungs as he tries desperately to speak beyond the slurred haze of painkillers. Something is clearly tormenting him that he needs to voice. He groans quietly, his eyelids heavy as he focuses on her face, trying to find some last shred of energy to speak, to make himself be understood. He's so pale now it frightens her; not that she would admit it, almost grey against the white sheets, his cheeks alarmingly scarlet. 

The unsteady whine of the ekg bites into her skull and she flickers a glance at the climbing numbers, her own heart suddenly quivering. The incessant beeping has faded into the background for her now, unless it changes - tracking the moments he struggles for breath, when his blood pressure dips, when he slips too far back into unconsciousness. It's not quite at the shrill pitch of the alarm, not yet, but close. She takes a deep breath to try and calm herself more than anything. 

“Nnh-”

He's been restless for hours now, unable to find relief, tossing and turning - his heart pounding, the fever climbing. He's struggling to breathe, his coughing harsh and grating as he tries to clear his lungs. The painkillers have worn off, she can tell from the agitaged look in his eyes and he manages no more than five syllables, his voice thin.

“Len.. th- children’s h-”

Oh. 

“No. Darling, please. You need rest,” She leans forward to stroke his hair gently, trying desperately to soothe him, her other hand clutching his. She forces her voice to be steady, to be his centre in this storm.

“It’s alright. Don’t worry about that sweetheart. Here. Let's put this back for you-”

Still holding of one of his hands, with her other she gently replaces the mask over his nose and mouth, a little of her worry subsiding as the numbers on the monitor stop climbing, just his tired, red eyes on her face until he finally slips away again, his pained mumbling rendered inaudible.

“Ssh. There we go.”

Olena clutches at his hand, pressing her lips lightly against his knuckles, careful of the IV line in his forearm, the bandages and sensors. In her light, gentle grip, his hand shakes and she is suddenly struck by the thought that if she were to let go, he might drift away from her. She doesn’t realise she’s crying until Andriy passes her a crumpled tissue,  a hand pressed against her shoulder. It seems to loosen a dam inside her and she is suddenly sobbing, tears streaming down her face as Andriy carefully pulls her to his chest.  It’s awkward, uncomfortable, half turned toward Vova, unwilling to let go of his hand.

~*~*~

“You're alright, sir. You’re alright. I’ve got you. Ssh.”

Maksym sits on the bed, wedged beside Vova, rubbing circles slowly against his back as he huddles against Maks. He's so desperate for warmth somehow despite his burning skin, still slick with fever-sweat. The antipyretics, the cold compresses, anything that they've tried to get his temperature down; none of it seems to work. He shivers pitifully, the whole weight of him pressed against Maks, too weak to sit without help now as the fever rages through him, his temperature still rising despite what he feels. Maks has been cradling him for what feels like hours, holding him carefully, quietly in the dark, listening to his delirious whimpers, trying to ease his chest as he coughs, every noise another dagger somewhere in his heart.

“N-need–” the word is a pained, drawn out wheeze as he shivers again.

“What do you need? Water? Pain relief?” Maks pauses, one finger poised over the call button, holding Volodymyr as close as he can without hurting him. He's so on edge that every whimper, every mutter sends another spike of anxiety through him,  his own heart unsteady.

“Th- ‘Mericans..”

Ah jesus christ. Maksym could throttle them - every last one of their useless government as he mumbles something soothing, gentle - at odds with the thoughts in his head.. He'd be lying if he said he didn't blame them for this, for all of it. All of this, the waiting, the worrying, the stress - the weight of it, it's pushed his Vova far beyond what he can endure.

“You don’t need to worry about–”

“Said.. phone..” his words are dazed, his poor, aching head pressed unthinkingly against Maksym’s chest, his eyes closed as he struggles with the sentence, tries to force the thoughts in his head to make sense through the fog of fever, painkillers - all of it draping his thoughts in slow, thick, tar.

“You just need to rest. Please..” his voice is thick with grief that he can’t choke down, doesn’t have the energy to or the wherewithal. This nightmare feels endless somehow - nothing seems to help, nothing seems to be working as he sits in Maksym's arms, somehow shivering with cold even as his skin burns with a sick heat.