#i'm about to faint or lose it honestly i don't know which

[kneelingshadowsalome]

I can't believe my little ask got turned into a meme😭. And her potentially being pregnant?!

Now, indulge with me here; (let's make the situation worse and make it more sitcom-ish, lmao)

She suddenly walks into the house and states that they will be getting married before the baby comes o_O, and she would be so thankful if her father would be there to support her (financially and emotionally...). Engel is all smiles, expressing her concerns that she's a little young to be married, be still says congratulations.

Konig damn near faints. That boy is now going to be his son?!😟

I know those memes were absolutely brilliant right? ❤️❤️❤️ (we're forever in your debt @melancholic-thing 😘) I also got your other ask about König thinking how his daughter is innocent and only got in with the wrong crowd LOL and it's so true.

His daughter is the purest, loveliest, most special baby angel on earth, it is known. She inherited her purity and kindness from her mother, but the world is full of people who want to hurt and use his girls :(

She doesn't know what’s good for her, doesn’t know that men are filthy beasts who are only trying to lure her into their dirty dens with sex, drugs & rock’n’roll. Honestly it makes him want to grab a shotgun and stand watch at her door (lol meanwhile his perfect little babygirl sneaks out the window and into the night with our favorite biker boy...)

And Engel, gosh where do I start with her. Def gives her money behind daddy's back, fully supports her daughter having the time of her life as long as she doesn’t get herself into too much trouble. Tries to do some damage control by warning her if König is about to do a bunk inspection in her room (of course this only lowers the bar for her to want to move in with the delinquent because wtf dad?)

But omg when it turns out she's preggo it's Judgment Day for the boy 💀💀💀

(Things calm down only when Engel talks some "sense" into König: how lovely it is that they are getting married now, think about it! He gets to give away the bride! Walking his princess down the aisle is a dream come true for any father right? 🤍)

[r0-boat]

who out of the whb nobles do you think would be the best dads if they have kids w the mc?

Doing all the nobles would take a lot of work so I'm just going to bubble it down to the advisors.

So like the second in command

from best to worst!

This was a hard list to make God

Foras

The best dad!!! It would be his first child so he would make mistakes like all first time parents do. But he would learn from those mistakes and get better.

He's had always wanted a child So he would be the most loving most supportive parent you've ever seen.

Honestly his only shortcomings being that he can be protective of his baby. But that's probably because he is a demon from Hades and I feel like all demons from Hades have a little bit of a possessiveness going on

Beleth(daddy)

I didn't want to leave him hanging but I don't know much about him so this is small 😭

Good Lord This man juggles the entire country the king and his child and he's doing well.

Dependable demon dependable father, But doesn't lose his boyish charm and his fun-loving side.

Child: *literally does anything* Beleth: 'm so fucking proud of them

Sitri

Great Dad! Supportive dad though can be a little stern. Unlike Satan he prefers a more strict approach.

He is stern because he cares He wants His child to be a good demon and a very accomplished devil. He puts a lot of expectation on his child.

For a while he gets a little bit of a "my child must be like me" mindset which goes away with time. "NO CHILD OF MINE WILL LIKE COFFEE INSTEAD OF TEA!!"

Bael

Constantly tired, probably a starting to grow 5:00 shadow now. Because of a certain man who is now that child's uncle.

He is a good father when he is there. Lord have mercy please He's already running an entire country please give him a break.

Very heartwarming to see Beelzebub actually step up to give Bael A month or two off. Bael we'll make sure you have plenty of sleep He will practically take over taking care of the child. Because he feels bad that he's almost never here because of work

Gamigin

(I have no idea who Lucifer's advisor is)

He's going to make a lot of mistakes. He has a new parent and he is not as diligent as foras. But please don't underestimate him. He's a hard worker and he really is trying.

He will be up for nights trying to figure out and look at books. This is his baby His hatchling, His dragon baby. He will protect it with his life. He promises you and the baby that he will be the best father.

Dragon hatchlings are not like demon hatchlings and he learned that the hard way. He's still learning... And he's got a lot to learn. He just needs more time

Bimet

Do I really have to explain myself?

He is like mammon but worse and the only thing sharing Mammon and him is money Your poor child will be spoiled rotten.

MF Would faint changing a diaper.

Does this motherfucker even want kids???

[gothamite-rambler]

Rose and Raven: Trauma Bonding Buddies

Context: This connects to how they were portrayed in Teen Titans Go!—and I have to admit, that’s one of the few things I genuinely enjoyed about the show. It introduced me to Rose Wilson, and I also thought Terra's portrayal in it wasn't bad either.

Raven spotted Rose Wilson standing by the entrance of Titans Tower. Dick Grayson had told Raven and the other Titans that Rose was making great progress on being a better-ish person and no longer following her father's commands. She had proven trustworthy on a few missions with them, continuing to use the name Ravager.

Most of the Titans admitted they didn't trust her fully, but she was welcomed back to the team, and there she stood outside, texting on her phone. Raven had never hated Rose; in fact, she was one of the few people who came off as chill and relatable… to Raven, in an odd way.

Raven (walking over to the woman): Don’t let this blow up in my face—hey, Rose.

She waved, quickly lowering her arm to avoid looking awkward.

Rose (looking up from her phone): Rav—wait, Rachel, right?

Raven (slightly surprised): You—you remembered my other name?

Rose nodded with a smile.

Rose: How have you been?

Raven: Not bad. Kind of a less sucky life at the moment.

Rose: Mm, I know that feeling.

Raven: You do? Well, you are related to Slade, so I… guess you would. Not that I'm personally insulting you. Your dad sucks, not you. Is it okay to insult him?

Rose chuckled and shrugged.

Rose: I wear different colored eye patches now because I thought it would 'impress' him, and he screwed a teenager. I give you full approval to mock him all you want.

Raven: Awesome! Been wanting to say this then: he is seriously a massive butt head.

Raven let out a dry laugh, an uncommon sound for her, but the half-smile tugging at her lips revealed her effort to lighten the mood. This faint amusement spread to Rose, who initially resisted but couldn’t hold back any longer. She nodded in agreement with Raven, adjusting to the fact that her father was awful. Laughing at the goofy insult helped.

Rose: "Butt head" is an interesting description, but I don't disagree. You're being too nice, honestly.

Raven: I'm starting off small. Don't worry; as a member of the awful dad club, I know it takes time to grasp the full butt head picture.

Rose offered a knowing smile, then sighed as she propped her hand on her hip.

Rose: What really sucks is having to trick him into thinking I'm still loyal to him because I have no idea if he'll be a normal deadbeat dad and leave me the fuck alone.

Raven: You get used to it. My dad is horrid, as stated, but I swear he's like Hermes—only instead of tricks, he's petty. He inconveniences me in odd ways. One time, he sent me a Christmas gift in March, mind you, and it was filled with nothing but glitter.

Rose's smile was laced with curiosity as she raised an eyebrow, fascinated by the issue surrounding the glitter box.

Rose: What's bad about that? Was it cursed?

Raven scoffed, waving away that concern.

Raven: Glitter in a box is bad enough, but it was a stupid glitter bomb. That's how I knew what it was—and that glitter hurts like stubbing your toe in the worst possible way.

Rose (jokingly): At least you didn’t lose an eye.

Raven: Nah, but cleaning off my skin alone was not fun.

Raven pretended to scrub her arm, then showed the back of it to Rose, who saw a few specks of glitter on her arm. Rose laughed but covered her mouth.

Rose: Sorry, sorry, it’s just… that’s such a petty yet calculated thing to do.

Raven (happy): Right? The worst. Which leads me to a question I've been wanting to ask you because I'm nosy: Can you still see well with one eye now?

Rose blinked, surprised to be asked that question. When she saw that Raven was genuinely curious, she chuckled dryly.

Rose: Yes, the eye I stabbed wasn’t my good eye, I guess, and I can see relatively well—just not things on the eye patch side. Great news, though: designer eye patches are a thing. Definitely better than a solid black eye patch like he wears.

Raven: It works for you. Not going to lie, but you're so pretty. If I'm saying that it makes it true.

Rose (taken aback by the compliment): Why, thank you! I try to keep up appearances.

Rose flipped her hair, making Raven laugh flatly again.

Raven (hesitant but feeling bold): Hey, um… I’d actually like to keep talking. We can get lunch together or… go to the park or… I have no idea what girls do when hanging out together. Starfire started dating Nightwing and got… distracted.

Rose tucked her phone into her pants pocket and crossed her arms.

Rose (sincere): Honestly, if you were any of the other Titans, I'd say no—or “fuck off”—but I’m up for lunch.

Raven (surprised, deadpan): Seriously? I thought you’d say… the other responses or worse.

Rose shrugged with a side smile.

Rose: You were one of the few people friendly to me when we first met, even after you found out who I was unfortunately related to. Then I revealed myself as a double agent because Slade brainwashed me into working with him, and you were there trying to reason with me. When that didn't work, you—

Raven (interrupting): I gave you a magical girl beatdown? I've been watching a lot of Sailor Moon. Excuse my weirdness.

Rose chuckled, covering her mouth to hide her smile.

Rose: You're fine, and right, and funny too. When I finally realized what a piece of shit my dad is and left, I wanted to get back in contact with you, but the other Titans don’t trust me at all—except for Nightwing and maybe Starfire.

Raven (sincere): Nightwing is nice like that. I could see what Slade was doing to you, and I wanted to help you as best as I could. I guess I have the "bad dad radar"; might be an extra power I got. But wait… I'm on the same level with him?

Rose nodded, playfully punching Raven on the arm.

Rose (complimenting): You’re way cooler and strange, but in a good way.

Raven held her down with a smile as she kicked her foot playfully, happy with the compliment.

Raven (shyly): I've been working on having a good mix of stoic but kind when I actually like the person—goth girl essence if you will. Glad I'm not failing at that.

Rose agreed with a bemused expression as she placed her left hand on her hip and shifted her weight that way.

Rose: It's definitely paying off. You’ll have to give me a few tips. You just have this mysterious yet warming aura—not evil though. Sorry, I feel like that sounded dumb to you.

Raven (nonchalantly): Oh, you’re not wrong. Good read, which I've been practicing a lot lately, so let me try it on you.

Raven squinted her eyes while looking Rose up and down, and Rose stood there eagerly, waiting for Raven's reading.

Raven (accurately): Hm… how do I put this? You have a mysterious aura yourself, but less “stab me after hitting me with your car,” and more “jaded but mellow.” If that makes any sense.

Rose (agreeing): It does. My line of work, without dealing with daddy dearest, has led me to become more bad-ass and mellow.

Rose semi-posed as she rested her arms behind her back. Raven rolled her eyes with an amused head shake.

Rose: Seriously, though, I've been getting better mentally, especially since Daddy Dearest is locked up. We can talk about family issues over lunch instead of standing outside the Tower. You ever been to Chili's?

Raven tilted her head, remembering that particular chain restaurant.

Raven (reluctantly): I’ve heard it’s awful to eat there.

Rose: Nah, that's Waffle House. Chili's has a mediocre atmosphere, but the food is good. We can take my car. I love the jalapeño poppers; they're the best. That’ll help while I ramble about my dad being the worst parent ever.

Raven chuckled in a scoffing tone.

Raven: Excuse me, but as the daughter of a demon lord, I have to disagree—save it for Chili's.

Rose (walking with Raven): Are you arguing that your father is worse than mine? Rachel, you jest.

Raven (wagging her finger): Nuh-uh, we’ll discuss this further at the restaurant. Oh, and you can call me Raven or Rachel, but honestly, I trust you enough to call me Rachel.

Rose smiled.

Rose: All right then, Rachel. I’ll treat today, but you’ve got the next meal.

Raven (nodding with a smile): Works for me… This might be me being sappy, but I'm glad you're back, Rose.

Rose winked and got into her car, with Raven sitting in the front passenger seat.

Rose: Not sappy at all; I'm glad to be back. Especially to hang out with you. Now, you want to wear these shades? I don’t really need them anymore.

Rose passed over a pair of retro-styled sunglasses with a chuckle. Raven took them and placed them on her eyes, then let out a little chuckle in a sincere way while giving a thumbs up. Rose smiled as she started her car and drove down the road with her new friend.

Raven and Rose being best trauma friend

Rachel “Raven” Roth and Rose Wilson debating over who had the suckier dad pt 2.

Rose's advice for the day

[nominzn]

Try Hard II

punk bassist!jeno x female!reader genre: fluff wc: 2k part I - part III a/n: this is a bit longer than I'd planned and maybe there's too much chenji best friend agenda. I did it for me and my fellow chenji baddies. this is so cute and honestly i hope you read it well <3disclaimers: mentions of piercings, some swearing. i'm not sorry for having done these edits of jeno with a labret piercing.

[6:58am] 

jisung: wake the fuck up  jisung: we’re gonna be late jisung: cmon LOSER jisung: fr i don’t wanna come into your room jisung: i’m gonna lose my mind and scream if you don't get up rn

the faint buzz under the pillow rolled you out of your sleep, lazily you got the electronic device in your hands, seeing your friend’s notifications. shit, you thought. snoozing would get you in trouble once again. great.

getting out of bed was harder than you thought. dragging your feet, you made your way towards the door so as to open it for jisung. he sighed in relief upon seeing you and happily got in after you motioned for him to enter the space. “you gotta stop snoozing. for real.” he whispered, not wanting to get on your bad side so early. you mumbled ‘good morning to you too’ in response. he chuckled lightly and watched as you gathered your things to get ready.

-

after that day’s lecture, having cooled off from the hectic run to avoid being late, chenle, jisung and you were hanging out near some other students on campus. the bodypiercer placed a finger under your chin and took a closer look at your recent piercing. “how’s it healing?”

“is it what you wanted?” his question implied another meaning, which you acknowledged by his discreet wink. 

you held back a grin, glancing away from your friends. and as if the universe was trying to play a prank on you, you see him. confidently walking around one of the halls heading the opposite direction from the three of you. his bass kept him company, as usual. jeno probably felt your eyes on him because he quickly scanned the area over his shoulder seemingly looking for something he didn’t find.

“it is.” you said to your friend, who smirked, realizing you understood his intentions. “but I’ve got to try harder, you know?”

“isn’t it just soap and saline solution to clean up? how the hell could you try harder than that?” jisung pointed out and both you and chenle grinned knowingly, nodding at his direction at the same time. “you’re weird.”

“what’s up, renjun?” the purple haired announced the third boy’s proximity. he held a friendly smile on his lips as he took the remaining steps towards the group to have a seat next to you. 

renjun was the coolest and sweetest guy on campus, everybody knew him for outdoing all other international relations students and for his insane parties. the boy went all for having fun and making the most of his college experience while working his ass off to be the best he could be. just impossible, people would say. nobody dared to say a bad thing about him, though; hoping to God to be invited to one of his famous events. that had never been a problem for you. since chenle was his childhood friend, you eventually became friendly with each other. 

“you’re coming on saturday?” he asked, expectant eyes looking at each of you, when he landed on your forced grin. “no! you’re coming!” he shook his head negatively. “please? louise is gonna be there, you’re the closest thing to a friend she has.” louise was his situationship and the girl from the same class you’d been hanging out with since she transferred. “please?” 

you tried looking away from the three pair of eyes that expected your answer, already acknowledging no wasn’t possible. it’d been a while since you went out and spent time with lou and some other friends. “alright, alright! i’m going.”

-

jeno’s fingertips were sore from playing his acoustic bass by now, but he didn’t mind. he’d been absentmindedly following the melody of creep by radiohead, his favorite song. it wasn’t like he didn’t notice people were intimidated by him frequently and that had never bothered him, not until it stopped him from being closer to someone he liked. 

he became hyper aware of people taking glances at him and moving awkwardly to the side so he could go on walking. also the stutters when he asked to take part in group projects, which never lasted long after people got to know him, started to annoy him a lot. most of the time they seemed to think he was tough and mean, even though that was far from the truth. 

the boy even considered changing his style, quitting the band or whatever change he could make to seem more likable. however, that was just who he was, so he was trying to shut up those foolish ideas by drowning himself in music once again. 

ARCADERS AKA BEST BAND ever 

haechan: bow down to ur king haechan: SUMMONING THIS BAND where r y’all haechan: fr i need to tell u guys smth haechan: URGENT SOS HELLO R U THERE

jeno: what the fuck is this about 

no sooner did the non-stop dings coming from the phone on the floor broke his trance, than he was checking the band’s group chat.

jaemin: this is good jaemin: he’s not joking

jisung: well where is he now

haechan: glad to know i’m so loved

jisung: uhm embarrassing ..?

haechan: n e ways got us a gig on thursday

jaemin: TELL THEM WHERE IT IS

jeno: hope it’s not wild’s hated playing there 

haechan: i’d tell u to guess but i’m just losing my mind  haechan: it’s ANL 

jisung: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT 

haechan: yeah invite chenle and our groupie she’s got to be there

chenle, jisung and you were on the way back home when the tallest suddenly stopped on his track, staring at his phone screen for a few minutes, white as a sheet. having no idea what was going on, you tried shaking him and asking what was going on a few times but he just smiled brightly and turned his messages for both of you to read.

“oh my GOD!” you yelled.

“NO WAY, JISUNG! ARCADERS AT ANL.”

“you guys HAVE to be there!” his friends ruffled his hair lovingly.

-

you were alone at the bar, waiting for your fifth drink to be done. the atmosphere tonight was exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time. the band was already backstage getting ready for they’d play soon, but oh were they shaking. they had been waiting for this opportunity for quite some time, it almost didn’t feel real for them. ANL was the biggest pub around and it was well-known for having introduced the best local rock musicians.

the bartender handed the beautiful pink drink to you and your journey to meet your friends in the back started. the place was packed, so walking was difficult. you recognized a few faces on the way and had a few dialogs here and there. many friends of the boys stopped you to ask about them or wish good luck. 

you entered a door and found them inside the small room, haechan being the first to see you. “GROUPIE!” he exclaimed and the boys turned around to see you at the door. jisung sighed in relief and clung onto you.

“i’m so nervous.” the words slipped out of his lips when his face was buried in your hair. 

“you can do this, ji. you’re the best drummer. our rockstar!” you could feel his smile on his cheek, then he let you go to say your hellos.

you scanned the room almost as bright eyed as them, stopping at jeno. he looked so… good, it took everything in you not to look like a fool. the chains on his neck complemented his pretty eye makeup so well, not to mention the leather jacket hugging his strong arms and back. you couldn’t help but notice his lips were glistening and a new black jewelry was there, a labret piercing. of course he noticed you staring, but you only realized that when your eyes found his. this time, neither of you looked away. the intensity flickering in his orbs woke the damn butterflies in your stomach and you had to fight back the urge to kiss him. ‘one more drink and you’d be done for, jeno lee’ you thought.

“oh good, you just got here?” chenle’s voice broke your little staring contest. your friend grinned at you, pointing to the huge backpack on his shoulders. “brought an extra camera so you can help me take some pictures for their insta, alright?”

“am i getting paid?” 

“shut up.” 

the staff came in a few minutes later and gave the two of you a pass that allowed you to stay between the stage and the barricade, for the pictures. suddenly everything felt real as they had less than 20 minutes to get in. the host announced them once more for the almost three hundred people there among friends, some admirers of the band and LOTS of students from the surrounding colleges who didn’t know them. tonight their word would spread around like fire. 

“so, you like the surprise?” chenle asked, looking at you through the camera. 

“i consider that betrayal, for your information” your answer made him throw his head back, laughing like a little kid. “what? a labret piercing isn’t a betrayal?” 

“well, i consider it a present. and seeing the way you were staring…” he nudged you playfully, but the music stopped and the host came back on stage. the highly anticipated concert was about to start, so you just stuck your tongue out to your friend. 

their entrance was big, everyone screamed to hype them up and they started with their own version of all the small things by blink 182. you swear you couldn’t even hear haechan over the audience. you took many pictures of them, sang together and admired their surprised smiles and stage personas in between performances. 

at some point jaemin and jeno came to the front to have a small battle to show their guitar and bass skills, making the room go crazy. right after that, the vocalists screamed jisung’s name and he started to show off. chenle exchanged a proud look with you, all of you feeling an immense happiness. 

so many girls were screaming their names, haechan mouthed the word ‘groupies’ at you, to which he received a middle finger in his direction. 

the setlist had almost come to an end, there was only one song left. feeling on top of the world, haechan played with the public. “ANL, you’re such a good crowd.” they screamed. “unfortunately, we’ve come down to our last song.” a very loud ‘aawwww’ was heard and the boys chuckled among themselves. as the sunkissed singer spoke, the others changed their instruments. jaemin got an acoustic guitar, followed by jeno with his acoustic bass and the staff placed a cajón for jisung in front of the drums. “we prepared a very special song for you, beautiful people. thank you so much for coming tonight!” they cheered once more.

the first chords to wonderwall by oasis were played by jaemin, the other instruments following the softer melody. haechan’s sweet voice compelled the watchers to sing along, pouring their hearts out.

you felt a tap on your shoulder as you registered this breathtaking moment of the band. turning your attention to the person who tapped you, you see chenle wiggling his eyebrows in jeno’s way. turns out his gaze was burning your skin together with the words dripping from his lips so faintly, only someone so close as you would understand he was following the lyrics.

And all the roads we have to walk are winding

And all the lights that lead us there are blinding

There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how

the bassist didn’t know what had gotten into him, maybe it was the performance thrill. he honestly didn’t try to find an explanation. during their songs, you were the one getting his attention all the time. you were having so much fun, singing out loud, exchanging jokes with your best friend, showing some people the band’s social media… it clicked. he realized he would never have to change to be around you. he felt so silly. and then, a sudden boldness rushed through him to let you know there’s something he must tell you.

[carnivalgoldfish]

just heard the ad for jmart perfume and I have. Thoughts about it.

Most straightforwardly and ignoring the actual point: I would not want to smell like either of them. Spent too long thinking about what they would smell like, thoughts below.

Jon - cigarettes, mid-price cologne, and dust. Doesn't smoke very often (did he quit before the archives? don't remember) or inside, but can never lose a faint stench of it. Can't smell it himself, but remembers hating the smell as a child and is paranoid about other people noticing it on him, other people being able to Tell. Possibly made worse by Georgie trying to quit at some point in their relationship and being bothered by it. Cologne to cover up the scent and be professional - not the cheap stuff but not chosen with any particular care or taste. Dust from the archives and his apartment, which is impeccably well organized but only ever has one or two areas in active use. I can't imagine Jon dusting, or knowing that that's a thing you're supposed to do honestly.

Martin - nothing after S4. When imagining physical effects of the Lonely, I've switched my headcanon to that over anything visual and obvious. Smell isn't how you recognize the people around you, but it is how you trust that they're really there, how you know that you aren't just imagining their presence. A room that smells like your mother is a reminder that she was there and might come back, whereas anyone could have hung up pictures. Prior to the Lonely I think Martin smelled like old & new paper, mixed together, and microwaves. Old paper from the archives, new from unfinished books and unfilled journals. By microwaves I mean oversteeped tea and burnt metallic-tasting hotpockets (do the british have hotpockets?), food that is warm and familiar and never satisfies you the way you think it should.

I know that the perfume isn't meant to actually make you smell like them, but that was my first thought, and my second was "wow that sounds bad". I'm neither a cologne guy (<-barely wears deodorant) nor a shipping? guy in the particular way I think merchandise and other representations of a relationship as opposed to "two people" are meant to appeal to, so this is just a general ask of who is this product for? What does jmart, not Jon and Martin, smell like? Glad to hear any thoughts

[pixaho]

Hello! How are you doing today? May I please request a fic of H&L where the reader gets scouted by a modeling agency and gets pressured to lose weight, so they become anorexic, they're dating Tsukasa and they faint from hunger on a date with him, then he sees how modeling is taking a toll on their mental health, him begging them to quit? I know it's a serious topic, and I didn't see it on your won't write section, but if it makes you uncomfortable you don't have to write anything. I'll respect your boundaries as a writer and think of something within your will right section. Have a lovely day!

A Beautiful Disaster | Tsukasa

♥ Pairing | Tsukasa x Model Reader ♥ AU? No | ♥ Word Count | 631

♥ Warnings | Eating Disorder, talks about ED, angst and fluff.

♥ A/N | This is a serious topic, and just like how I said I do write addictions, I will write this. If it isn't in my "won't write" then you can request it. Thank you for requesting (I have stalked your page a little because I love finding other H&L writers) and I hope you enjoy this!

M.LIST H&L LIST

It had been 6 months since you'd gotten the modeling gig. 6 long grueling months of work and trying to lose weight. Your way of losing the weight wasn't healthy and you knew it but the progress was working. That was until today.

Tsukasa had invited you to join him, for a date, at your favorite place to eat and relax. Even though he wouldn't say it out loud, he had expressed that he loved your enthusiasm about modeling, he just wanted you to stay safe because he cared. Only you'd done the opposite. You had put your health in risk. Although others were blind to how it was effecting you, one person had noticed it. Tsukasa.

While you had been out with him, he noticed how pale you are.

"Hon?" Tsukasa spoke softly as he looked at you. You were shaking, your lips were cracked and you had bags under your eyes.

You had honestly not even heard him, the sound of your heart beating filled your ears which you didn't even snap out of when he grabbed your hand and turned you towards him. Then everything went black. Your head hurt and you couldn't open your eyes. You heard people gasping and Tsukasa yelling for them to back the hell up. When you could open them, you saw the sun and his eyes. Not the usual look in his eyes that he had given everyone, including you, but a look of concern and anger.

A few minutes later, or at least what seemed as minutes to you was really hours, and you had awoken once again in a hospital. There was 3 others in the room apart from Tsukasa. Each with concern, but him with a look that practically yelled anger.

Fujio was the first to speak, everybody turning to look at him as he did so. "Y/N, do you know what happened?"

"Hm?" You could only make noises, too tired to actually attempt a sentence.

"You passed out." Fujio mumbled.

"From hunger." Jamuo spoke up after him.

Todoroki, who only joined them purely because he was out when you had passed out, decided to say something. "I think it's best if we give Tsukasa and her some time alone to talk. He seems like he has something to say."

With that, the 3 of them walked out. Once they were out of the room, you turned to look at him. But he didn't even look at you. He was holding your phone.

"Tsu..." You shakingly tried.

"We need you to lose weight before the next photoshoot." He kept scrolling.

"Good news, we got a new photoshoot, lose more weight." "We noticed you gained some weight, could you try a new diet to lose that weight?" "N/N (Nick name) congrats on losing all that weight! We've got a photoshoot today."

Finally, his eyes look up from the phone at you. "There was no diet. You were starving yourself."

"I'm sorry Tsu, I really am. I-" You stuttered trying to form any type of words before he got up. Thinking he was going to leave, you tried to move your legs before he grabbed the chair and scooted it towards you.

"Please." He placed his head next to your hand. "You are one of the best things I've had in my life and I don't want to lose you but you need to eat. That or quit the modeling gig."

Your hand was shaking as he took it in his, rubbing his thumb across it. "I know that it will take us a lot of work to get you through it and I'm willing to try. Just please."

You didn't know how to respond, instead you just dragged your other hand across the bed and rubbed his head with it.

"I'll try."

I did it- lowkey this was going to be longer but I'm tired and I do hope you enjoyed this. I'm trying to do so much right now LOL. I hope everyone enjoyed this story and please do remember that if you are going through this, you aren't alone. It's a cliche thing to say but it is true. Anorexia isn't a fun thing to go through and you may think it helps, but in the long run it ruins so much more. Thank you for requesting this.

♥ Mutuals | @talusional @dillpick

^ Remember if you want to be a mutual, just ask and I'll add you to the mutual list so you can be reminded when I post a new thing everyday / every few days.

[lostsbooks]

[Archives Entry] Michigan's experiences of 1812 (Wattpad|Ao3)

Dedicated to @weirdestarrow and @aloha-from-angel for creating the Countryhumans Research Archival Project! This also heavily references Weird's oneshot of The Time Spent in a Gilded Cage. Which I highly recommend.

PS. this is Michigan's retelling, so its biased to his perspective. ━━━━━━━━ ✠ ━━━━━━━━

Interview with Michigan State, 15th December, 2023. Transcribed by Alexa Woodbridge.

Interviewer: December 15th, 2023. Interview with The State of Michigan, on the subject of...

[Interviewer pauses]

Michigan: Britain being a /censored/.

[Interviewer laughs nervously]

Interviewer: I'm sorry I don't think we can write that down as the reason.

Michigan: Fine, How about 'Events of 1812 to 1814.' That sound better?

Interviewer: Yes that will do.

[Interviewer clears her throat]

Interviewer: Interview with The State of Michigan on the subject of events from 1812 to 1815. Would you prefer to start or are you more comfortable with prompted questions?

Michigan: Either, whatever you want to do. I'm fine with anything.

Interviewer: All right, You mentioned Britain a minute ago? I wasn't aware you had history.

Michigan: Not exactly common knowledge. Too embarrassing, I think.

Interviewer: How come?

[Michigan gives a dry laugh]

Michigan: Not exactly a great look for a country to lose so much land due to one person's mistake. Everyone wanted to move on after it went back to normal, but i'm not sure what good that did.

Interviewer [sounding confused]: Wait- So what exactly happened? Just to clarify for the record.

[silence for a minute]

Michigan: As a territory I was surrendered to the British at the start of what you call now the war of 1812. I was seven at the time.

Interviewer: So you mean-[cut off]

Michigan: Wait, you guys have customized pens?

Interviewer: Yes, we order them online- but we should really get back on topic. Did you just say that-

[Faint pen clicking]

Michigan: ...Is it okay if I keep this?

[loud sigh]

Interviewer: Sure, why not.

[faint pen clicking resumes in the background]

Interviewer: Are you done now? You are the one who asked for an interview.

Michigan: Yes- sorry, just hard to think about it.

Interviewer: Take your time, honestly I wasn't expecting this. How did you end up under British control?

Michigan: General William Hull, he was in command at Fort Detroit at the time- governor of the territory as well. I don't think they had much warning beforehand that war was declared. So when the enemy showed up, he didn't do anything.

Michigan: Within three days a Union Jack was flying over the settlement. Not so much as a shot fired.

Interviewer: where were you during this?

Michigan [sarcastically]: I was lucky enough to have been ripped away from everyone else, one second nothing was wrong and I was safe, the next I was looking up at the sky, woke up on a hill between the town and fort.

Interviewer: Didn't anyone- your father- come looking for you?

Michigan: Doubt they even knew I was gone at that point. You guys know about Dad's DID right? It gets complicated, but probably didn't realize anything until they got the news themselves,

[A small sound is heard, almost like a choked laugh]

Michigan: Can only imagine how well that went over with them. What with how overprotective Dad is.

Interviewer: Then you were captured?

Michigan: Yep! Stayed that way until 1814, when the Treaty of Ghent was signed.

Interviewer: So where were you taken? Were you a prisoner?

Michigan: I don't think prisoner is the right word, but I went to a house, I'm not sure where, but it was somewhere in Upper- er- sorry, Ontario. Out of the way of the war.

Interviewer: Was anyone else there with you? How long did you stay there?

Michigan: Upper Canada also lived there with me. Soldiers were also positioned around the property- I guess to keep me from leaving. I'm not sure how long I was there for, over two years not counting the trips, but i'm not sure. Time seemed to move slower somehow, at a different pace. It could've been that I was a kid, sure, or that I wasn't actually allowed to know any dates-

Interviewer: You weren't?!

Michigan: nope, anything about the war was forbidden. Didn't know what was happening to my family either. Kept me completely separated from the outside world.

Interviewer[weakly]: Ah- well, You mentioned you knew Upper Canada, what was he like?

Michigan: He was... good to me, like a brother. He was always the part of living there that felt bearable. He's the one who taught me what I needed to know. I think he was also part of convincing Canada to adopt me, said it was so we could be real brothers, not just through America.

Interviewer: did you have to agree to that?!

Michigan: ...yes. I don't think I was in the right state of mind to have ever said no by that point. Britain- he has a way of getting into your head, making you think things you normally wouldn't. Its-

[pen clicking fully stops]

Michigan [voice venomous]: -there was a time that I would have believed anything that came out of that bastard's mouth. He got me to disown my family, tried to make me forget about them, and I hate it but it worked.

Interviewer: Do you think there's any reason why Britain did that? Why he wanted you adopted by Canada?

Michigan: To get back at my Dad. What better way to twist the knife a little deeper than to harm his son? Send him back completely different and changed. I doubt he cared about me beyond a sick way to make a statement and prove a point to him.

Interviewer: We've all heard stories of harsh treatment to Britain's colonies before- did that, did he do anything to you?

[sharp intake of breath]

Michigan: From what I remember- yes. He visited the house often, It was always a punishment for something I'd done wrong, for not following the ridiculous rules he'd made. Though to be fair, at the start I usually made a point not to follow them when I could.

[silence for several minutes]

Interviewer: ...That sounds terrible.

Michigan: Could I have a drink of water real quick?

[recording is paused.]

[resume recording.]

Interviewer: We don't have to continue if you don't want to.

Michigan: No, It's fine. I want to talk, besides it's not exactly easy discussing this with my family, too much emotion wrapped up there, it gets complicated. This is better.

Interviewer: Do they know about this?

Michigan: Yes, They're aware of some things, never really tried to get the whole story out at once, so this is new. I think we all just wanted to forget what happened afterwards, and life just moved on.

Interviewer: Have you ever tried therapy before?

Michigan: Well I punched Britain in the face a few months ago. Broke his nose. Does that count? There's not really many options for us.

Interviewer [shocked]: WAIT THAT WAS YOU?

[Michigan laughs]

Michigan: Yeah. I'm still getting thank you cards from his former colonies. Very worth it.

Interviewer [sounding exhausted]: Okay well- getting back on topic- you said you were returned after the treaty of Ghent?

Michigan: During it, yeah. Don't know what would've happened to me if they'd decided to do something else. With how I was at the time I actually wanted to stay British.

Interviewer: How were you able to adjust back to being with your family again?

Michigan: It took time, more time than I care to admit.  I'm still so grateful for the patience they gave me. With how much of an ass I'd been acting like at the time- I really shouldn't have deserved it. They'd only wanted me back and safe while I- I'd pushed them away. I helped hurt them, was glad when they were hurt, tried to sell them out without even realizing how wrong it was.

[inaudible sound]

Interview: Is- is that all you wanted to say? Or would there be anything else you'd like to commit to the archive records.

[Michigan is silent again, then sighs]

Michigan: no, I think that's it. Thank you, sorry again for the short notice.

[end recording.]

[warlordess]

live and let live

My first (technically pre-)Steddie fic! Yay! Please share, maybe follow me, if you like it. I don't contribute a ton of original content but I do have, like, a dozen ideas for ST/Steddie/Stobin fics that I may work up the courage to type out and share.

TW: Vomiting (a couple times throughout), vaguely interpretable suicidal ideation (just Eddie thinking everyone's better off leaving him behind in the UD). Some mention of blood/injury to varying extents (to be expected considering the setting). I believe that's all for TWs but please inform me if you think there's anything else. I'm really new to this kind of tagging.

Tagging my ST fic bestie, @ataliagold (and hoping that using the term bestie is appropriate; if not then whoops, I take it back). They've been very supportive when it comes to my writing. They wanted to know when I finally posted my first fic.

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Eddie Munson is jarred suddenly back to life not long after he initially left it behind. 

He shudders through one faint, ailing breath, then the next, staring blurrily up through half-lidded eyes at the black and red skies streaked with lighting strikes he can hardly discern. Whimpers and convulses at ricocheting shocks of the most intense pain he's ever felt. Absorbs the sight of the multitude of blurry shadows leaning over his bloody, broken corpse. 

It takes him far too long, or maybe not long at all, to realize he's being touched rather insistently, hands pressing against every open wound, which honestly feels like every inch of him, presumably hoping to cause him as much turmoil as possible. So focused on the agony lancing through his entire being, he doesn't notice the singular voice carrying into one of his ears and out the other before he starts sinking into darkness once more. 

"Hey! I just got you going again!" A hand taps adamantly (nearly slaps) against one of his cheeks, but what really does the job is the resounding series of shots ringing into the distance from what his barely functioning brain can only assume is a double-barreled shotgun. "So don't you fucking dare, Munson!" A brief weighted pause before the potentially disembodied voice continues their agitated muttering. "Christ's sake! I gave you both one fucking job, man!" 

Things are starting to come back to him despite the internal hope that he'll just be able to lay back and rest, finally. 

The shotgun. Nancy. 

The red skies. The Upside Down. 

His one job. 

The distraction. Not the hero. 

A bolt of alarm shoots across his brain. 

"H'rin… ton…" The slurred approximation of the surname barely makes it past his lips, has to gasp for breath after. 

Christ, even talking hurts to do. 

Despite that, he wills himself to continue. To come back to himself. To ask the all-important question in this moment. 

"Dus'n… okay?" 

He can just make out the familiar thick head of hair of the ousted king of Hawkins High through eyes still watering from his radiating pains, sees the slightly colored shadow slow in their harried movements as if to stare down at him. He dares to wonder if Steve's eyes soften at the question, knowing that even in death, Eddie's heart is in the right(?) place. 

Steve doesn't have the opportunity to speak before a loud throaty sniffle from Eddie’s other side catches their ears. 

"Y - you asshole, Eddie…" Dustin whispers. It likely would have been a wail if he hadn't spent a significant amount of time and energy a short time ago screaming for help. As it stands, his voice is about as hoarse as it can get without him losing it altogether. "Can't believe you… How could you do that to me?" 

Eddie doesn't have an answer, or maybe he does as far as his own question goes. If he'd been in a better state of mind he might have mocked Steve's position in the group by calling the boy out for his foul language, however it's clear the situation has offered their youngest party member a pass while they focus on more important things. 

"Steve, we have to go, I'm running low on ammo. And who knows how long the gates back to Hawkins will hold," a more distant voice informs them.

Steve inhales a stuttering breath before his expression returns to firmly grim. There's more shuffling, maneuvering around, tying off what Eddie can only assume are the parts of his body that still attempt to form a whole and he screeches his agony to the thundering scarlet clouds above. Though it comes out more of a cough before he wrenches his head to the side and vomits right there. It lasts a fair few seconds before tapering off into a dry heave. 

"Ergh, Steve!" a fourth voice practically shouts, presumably in response to this event.

Eddie tries to blink his vision clear again, wondering what happened, but his action is waved off by their next step.

"It's fine, Robs. Like Nance says, we don't have time. We have to get going. I'll take Eddie; you help Dustin." 

“Wuss wr’ng ith Dus’n…?” Because he's coming up blank.

“Not now, don’t worry; he’s fine, Eddie.”

He's not sure if he fades away again or not, time seems to span far and wide beyond his comprehension at present. All he knows is that, some insurmountable length of it later, he feels the weight of his every pound of flesh tear away from him as he's turned and lifted up, one arm hoisted over a broad set of shoulders. The sound that claws and curdles its way from his grated and parched throat sounds so inhumane that he thinks the demobats must have returned to finish the job they somehow failed at the first time around. 

In such duress, in such intense suffering, with the stench of his own sick somehow following him around, it's impressive he doesn't puke a second time, even though he falls entirely limp, waters from his eyes and drools out of his open mouth. 

"Fuck, c'mon, man." Steve's voice murmurs softly into his ear before he grunts and tries to even out Eddie's dead weight distribution. "I know this isn't how you wanted to end your day but too bad." Another grunt, a prevailing exhale. "I need you to keep one leg a little sturdy so you don't immediately fall if I lose our balance. Just one, c’mon; help me out a little." 

The logic is sound, or it would be if Eddie was still a semi-functioning human. But every part of him is in tatters, nothing left untouched, so he ends up basically being dragged like luggage across the semi-familiar terrain. He blacks out momentarily once or twice, maybe expires again, but Steve is hyper-aware of his every lack of breath, jostling him just enough to reawaken him as needed.

“... Don’t have time for you to die, Munson, let’s go,” King Steve commands of him. Other voices are filtering in again too.

“Steve, you two are falling behind, you have to keep up!” Nancy.

“Doing our best!” Steve grunts in reply.

“Steve, your wounds…” Robin.

“It’s fine, I told you,” Eddie can hear the person closest to him - Who is it…? He knew this answer a short while ago, he’s certain - breathing a little more harshly now. “We all gotta make… sacrifices at the end of the world…”

“Mmm, you h'rt'ng for me, H’rington…?” The words leave Eddie’s mouth with a corner-lipped smirk.

“Yup, for you, man, whatever it takes. Just stay awake. We can’t stop to resuscitate you again until we’re outta the Upside Down.”

Holy shit; that’s it then. He really did die. It had been an abstract truth up until now. After all, how does one know when they've perished unless someone is there to inform them of the event? The cold, hard fact settles in his gut like a stone, rattling around and becoming the only thing he can focus on until he's forcibly distracted.

"Shit!" Steve curses with a harsh gasp, his grip on Eddie going momentarily lax as he stumbles.

Eddie can still barely make anything out of his surroundings but he knows two things instantly; one is that the ground is coming up on him faster than he can handle and two is that whatever standard throb of agony that had enveloped him before immediately increased tenfold.

His following shout escapes him despite his efforts to bite down and bear the burden of his misery. Somewhere in the middle of his latest howling episode, he feels another wave of bile rake its way up his esophagus and spew from between his lips just as Steve regains his hold and tries to right them. He has half a second to notice that he tastes more copper than he should before he's interrupted.

"Shit! Sorry… M'sorry, fuck; Eddie, y'okay?" Steve pushes them back into upright positions and Eddie does what he can to breathe through the oncoming spasms. He braces himself through the foreboding thought that his apparent savior appears to be slurring his words too. That's likely not a point in their favor.

"Steve, Eddie! Oh man, that's so much blo-!" Dustin blubbers. Doesn't appear to move any closer though.

"It's fine, m'fine, we're all 'kay," he says all in one rushed breath, "L'ess just keep g'ing, like I said before, Dusty, we're all gonna… make t'out." His grip on Eddie's wasted body grows ever tighter, as if doing so further impresses upon them all his oath.

But Eddie can't see it. Can't really see anything at present. All he knows is anguish. Empty words. The encroaching presence of Death's door beckoning him. This group of people already clearly struggling to survive but slowing their progress ever more just to try and see him out too. He can't let them. He can't let them waste their precious limited time on him.

Nancy falls back, grip on her shotgun slackening just so, inspects them both with furrowed brows and a tense line across her forehead. This close, he can actually make out some details, such as the very brief nibble of her bottom lip, a faint fracture in her emotional armor before she puts distance between them and offers a grim nod. 

It's clear that the prognosis isn't great but she's not giving up on them either.

"You're both fine so we keep moving. Make sure you keep up. We're close to the exit."

That leaves it all up to him then.

"J'st… leave'm." He hurtles through the statement so fast, he's unsure if they'll understand. But they need to so he'll say it however many times it takes. Even until his dying breath.

"... What?" Dustin practically whimpers in disbelief. "No!"

"M'done. Dying… dead… wh'tever… Can't let y'guys get… tr'pped here." His vision, what's left of it, wavers in and out and Steve notices, jostles him again, snapping him back to the present.

"Eddie, c'mon, we don't have time to fight over this, dumbass!" Robin reasons with him. "We don't leave our people behind so you're coming with us!"

"N'then what?" he asks, tone sharper than he expects of himself, certain that had been bled from him already. He does what he can to blink away the blurred, darkening edges of his vision because he needs them to understand. "S'a waste. J'st gonna wind up… in jail… Or strung up… 'n th'streets by some… vig'lante mob. S'not worth saving me… S'just leave me here."

The group appears to erupt into chaos at this point.

"We're not gonna-!" 

"Eddie, you moron, we didn't come this far-!"

"Y'r not… listening here…"

"You're one of us, okay? So you're sticking with us-!"

"We know people, they can help maybe, we'll figure it out-!"

"It's a waste of time fighting now. Steve, just keep carrying him out. It's not like he can stop us-!"

"F'ckin' listen to me, d'mmit…" he grumbles, short of breath again now, but perhaps that's the panic attack from his only likely future (or lack thereof) pressing down on him from all sides.

"Shut up!" Steve's tone carries a grave definition, and their entire party stills rather impressively in response. "We're not fighting about this now. Eddie, we just got you back from the fucking dead. You're coming with us. We'll handle the rest."

"But…"

"You do not get to die here. You don't. You don't get to hurt the rest of us that way." And then, after a brief pause, he twists the knife. "Unless you plan to run away like a coward."

Ice drips down to the base of Eddie's spine at that. After everything he'd endured, he deserved his rest, despite it being potentially eternal… but hadn't he already said he wouldn't be that guy anymore…? So then did he have a metaphorical leg to stand on in this argument?

"... S'not worth g'ing back."

"You don't know that, man. This is your first rodeo and, yeah, things weren't looking great before. But, like Dustin said, we know people and they've helped clean up after the Upside Down b'fore. If they can't work it out then we'll save you ourselves. We've 'lready done it up til now, haven't we?"

"Can't… ask that f'ya, man." He's practically suffocating from everything already and trying to think of anything beyond the here and now only exacerbates his condition. "S'is easier to j'st let me go. J'st--"

"Shut your mouth, dumbass, we're done talking about it. Nance, Robs, Dustin, let's move out."

"H'rington, wha' gives you th'right to-!"

"Because, asshole, we're in this shitstorm together until the end. You don't get to clock out early!" And then, as the final nail in the coffin, "If you die, then I die! We all die! It's all or none of us!"

A stark, stagnant silence weighs them all down instantaneously at that. Not to be deterred, Steve strengthens his grip on his apparently unwilling cohort and stalks forward toward their destination, casting a furtive glance at Dustin that Eddie doesn't understand as they pass him and the others.

And Eddie… What can he say to that kind of line? Especially coming from King Steve 'The Hair' Harrington himself? Once again, he's struck with the profound knowledge that this isn't the guy he remembered sharing the Hawkins High School halls with. 

All that being considered, he thinks such a declaration merits a response, and he can't help feeling moved - perhaps even tempered - by it. So he musters up his meager strength and delivers unto his savior his final decision.

"... Th'n I guess… we'll live."

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I'm a huge fan of callbacks to earlier intense/emotional moments in canon so, when the thought came to me of having Steve use Dustin's line to urge Eddie to continue living, it wouldn't leave me alone.

This is the first thing I've written in a good year, and I only wrote maybe 15k words around then, and hadn't written for a good 5 or so years leading up to it. So, uh, please understand I tried my best for now, clearing the cobwebs. Hopefully it all came together fine.

I'm open to continuing in this "universe", maybe going from pre-Steddie vibes to full-on Steddie. This was just the original premise and I wanted to get it out there. I doubt anything else I write will feel all that "unique" in regards to this scenario (since lots of people have written Eddie-survives fics).

Like I said at the start, please like/reblog, let me know what you think, maybe follow me if you can manage to put up with my mess of a blog that is not 100% Steddie. It will all encourage me to continue my dumpster dive into this ship/fandom.

[boopshoops]

I DONT KNOW WHY I WASNT INFORMED OF THAT ASK GAME

But 98,75 and 65

I dont know if anyone has asked this or not ssksjs

Hihihihi Addie!!!! 💕

98. favorite historical era?

MMMMM I used to hate history as a class, but I recently took a course about European women's history, and now I'm EXTREMELY biased towards the reign of Hatshepsut in Ancient Egypt. The only female pharaoh ever to be seen, and she brought about a golden age >:D

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I've wracked my brain about this and I honestly don't remember! I know I lost my two front teeth when I was around six, but I don't remember the first one! Though I WAS eternally freaked out, and I still find the thought of shedding bones as a process very wild.

65. any permanent scars?

I have had quite a few over the years which I thought would be permanent, only for them to gradually fade over a long period of time. The ones that have stuck around are honestly from ridiculous causes, but most of the time it's just from accidental burns given I make a lot of homemade dishes. Currently I have one from scraping my foot along a popcorn-walled pool back in 2015 (WHY would anyone use bumpy, sharp concrete to line a pool??), and one on my stomach from accidentally sloshing around boiling water too much while attempting to strain pasta (my Italian ancestors are glaring at me), I also have a very, very faint one on my leg from an illness I got when I was around 7-8. Most the time it's just cause I'm clumsy 😭

[srovtl]

A Melody Of Serata On A Night Of Requiems chapter 10

Faust turns to face the others and lowers his eyes slightly.

Faust: Sorry for dragging you all into this. In the end, I had to ask for your help.

Arthur: Don't say that... We were worried about you guys, but we were the ones who broke our orders.

Rutile: That's right. We were only able to help at the very end...

Cain: Yeah. I didn't help enough to warrant an apology.

Cain: If it weren't for you guys, we wouldn't have noticed the truth about the Maiden's strange behavior.

Riquet: Cain is right. We were so unaware of the Maiden's suffering that we enjoyed the Soiree to the fullest...

Faust: That's fine. I didn't want you to harbor hostility towards the Maiden. People naturally turn their fangs against those who are hostile.

Faust: I do feel bad for not telling you anything, but it worked out well because we were able to get the Maiden's attention.

Faust: Rustica, Thank you for protecting everyone. I'm sorry for bothering you.

Rustica: Please don't apologize. The truth about the maiden is not a bright reality, but...

Rustica: That's why I think we mourned her from the bottom of our hearts. Me and the other young wizards.

Akira: ...Me too.

Akira: The two of you tried to keep me and the other young wizards as far away from the maiden's curse, which had turned her evil.

Akira: Besides, You tried to be the only one who would take on the role of erasing her innocent soul...

Faust: You overestimated me. I tried to deal with it on my own, but ended up dragging you guys into it.

Faust: Lennox couldn't stand to see it, so he lent me a hand. Sorry for worrying you all.

Akira: Even so... I was honestly very scared to think that Faust and Lennox might have committed a taboo.

Akira: If something like this happens again... please let us know if you can.

Akira: Just like you two were worried about us. You are also important friends to us.

Faust: …….

Lennox: I will, Master Sage. I'm sorry I wasn't able to consult you beforehand this time.

Lennox: I was so desperate to persuade Faust and chase after him.

Akira: Oh, no… I'm glad you didn't lose sight of Faust, Lennox.

Faust: ...Next time, I'll say a word.

Faust: Adults shouldn't make children worry.

Bradley: Haha. The curse worker is being scolded by the sage.

Akira: I-I'm not scolding him or anything...! I'm just asking nicely 

Bradley: Anyway, today's story is a perfect souvenir to tell those guys. That old hag from the south is going to be shocked.

Bradley said teasingly, and Faust replied with a faint smile.

Faust: Hmph. Do as you want.

When we returned to the village, the villagers who had found us gathered together in groups.

Brown-haired man: Hey, Master Sage!

Akira: Good morning, everyone. You're up so early.

Brown-haired man: Oh, maybe it's because I danced so much yesterday, I woke up refreshed for the first time in a while.

Curly-haired old woman: I just looked and all the offerings are gone. Does this mean the maiden's hunger has been satiated?

Akira: Well...

Among the residents who were calling out to me in a friendly manner, a little distance away I spotted the dead maiden's younger sister... the blonde lady.

While everyone else looked cheerful, she was the only one clasping her hands in front of her chest and gazing in the direction of the camera as if praying.

Faust: ...Yes, you can relax now. The maiden returned to the sky safe and sound.

Brown-haired man: Oooh, I guess yesterday's ritual worked after all.

Curly-haired old woman: That's a relief. It was a bit noisy in the forest last night, so I was worried...

Faust: It was driving away monsters. The mischievous spirits of the forest had gotten into the gloves, and were causing trouble under their influence.

Akira: (Eh...?)

Bent-back old man: So that was it?  The village's evil had nothing to do with the maiden after all.

Faust: Yeah. The forest spirits were the reason the gloves were moving. The village maiden's soul has not been tainted.

Bent-Back old man: Oh my goodness, that's a relief...! This solves everything!

Lady in an Apron: Thank you, Master Sage! Wizards!

The villagers' warm words of encouragement enveloped the wizards.

No one exposed Faust's lie. Because everyone knew his true intentions this time.

Blonde Old Lady: Umm… excuse me.

The blonde lady called out to Faust in between the residents who were celebrating.

Looking over the faces of each wizard, she smiles with relief.

Then she bows gracefully.

Blonde Old Lady: Thank you. For saving my sister...

Blonde Old Lady: Thank you so much.

Before returning to the magic house, we went back to the cemetery. Rutile suggested that we offer a flower crown at the maiden's grave.

Akira: Wow... the atmosphere is completely different from the night view. Lots of colorful flowers in bloom!

Riquet: It's beautiful, isn't it? I picked flowers here yesterday too.

Riquet: Beside the grave is a forest brimming with greenery, and apparently the maiden picked flowers for a flower crown there.

Arthur: Um, how do you weave a flower crown? You thread it like this...?

Cain: Isn't that song the perfect time for a moment like this? A flower crown. Let's all make one in a circle.

Lennox: Pick the flowers, line them up, tighten them, and spin around.

Rutile: A flower crown. Let's all make one in a circle. Pick the flowers, line them up, tighten them, and spin around!

The wizards sit on the grass and sing as they weave colorful flower crowns.

Cain: This is pretty fun. Here, Bradley, how about one?

Bradley: Yeah I'm not gonna do that. It won't even fill my stomach.

Rustica: I don't know, they say flower crowns are fairy crowns. If you make one well, a fairy might bring you nectar tea.

Riquet: Perhaps Bradley hasn't quite remembered the song from earlier? In that case, I'll teach you.

Riquet: A flower crown~. Come on.

Bradley: Nah, I've heard that song way too many times. Its just some flower crowns, you can just use magic to make them...

Riquet: No, do it with your hands!

While everyone was laughing peacefully, Faust stood quietly. He looked off into the distance and muttered softly.

Faust: It's a beautiful place. There's nothing wandering here anymore.

Lennox: ...That's right.

Lennox muttered, standing up from next to Arthur and the others. In his hand he held a blue flower crown.

The flower crown would look great with that dress, Lennox said, and gently placed it in front of the tombstone.

Next to him, Bradley yawned loudly.

Bradley: Come on, that's enough. I'm hungry, let's go back.

Akira: ...That's right. Let's go home now.

As everyone started to get out their brooms, Bradley suddenly called out to Rutile and Lennox.

Bradley: Hey, tell the eastern cook that you want Rollito de Pollo for dinner tonight.

Bradley: If I just tell him, he might not listen.

Lennox: That's fine, but...

Rutile: Bradley, I'm happy that you requested a local dish from the south! Are you in the mood?

Bradley: Yeah. It's been a while since I've had the urge to eat the taste of the hags witches from the south's cooking.

Cain: That's great! I'll go with you and ask Nero for it.

Cain: But its taste is a little different from Nero's. I can't really explain it...

Bradley: If you ask for a lot of stuff, he'll make it taste good. If you make detailed requests, thats will probably gets him going.

Lennox: Lord Faust.

While everyone was chatting peacefully, Lennox called out to Faust. His soft, low voice spoke like sunlight filtering through the trees.

Lennox: I'm looking forward to dinner.

Faust stopped getting ready to go home and looked up from the flower garden in the cemetery to the blue sky.

For a moment, he thought he saw a white glove flying in the air. But he must have misread it as a white bird.

Faust looked up at the sky and muttered.

Faust: That's right. It certainly was delicious.

--- The dead and the living are never far apart.

Even if we can never meet face to face or exchange words again.

As long as the memories remain in our minds, those unfading days will certainly live on.

Akira: (I still don't know the taste of their memories, the dance from their memories, that will never come back...)

But I know for sure.

Reaching out to wandering souls, and raising their voices in times of crisis, the memories that live in the hearts of my wizards...

Like soup seeping into a parched body, like holding hands in the sunshine.

It must taste so gentle and warm that it makes you want to cry.

previous chapter - directory

[mikeys-bike-slut]

Untitled - Sequel - PT.7

Here's part 7 I hope you will enjoy it <3 Thank you for reading

Previous Part

T.W: n/a

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I got home around 2 am, Rin and Ran dropped me off as they refused to let me go home in a taxi. I tiptoed inside Waka's apartment trying to be as quiet as I can be especially after seeing the 10 missed calls on my phone from him. Just as I was walking through the living suddenly lights were switched on and I let out a startled shriek.

"You scared the hell out of me Waka..." I groan as I walk over the sofa. 

"I scared you? That's funny, cause I'm not the one who disappeared. Where the hell have you been?" he cocks a brow as he look at me. 

"We went out for a few drinks with Monica, but you couldn't have been missing me that much" I say and my tone changes as I notice the dark purple marks on his neck, that were definitely not done by me. 

"That's not the point" he shakes his head and I lose my temper.

"You know now I wish I have slept with the Haitanis. It was a torture not being able to kiss them, not to mention be with them but I had enough respect for you not to do it, but now I wish I did" I snap at him annoyed and his eyes narrow. 

"Did you say Haitanis...?" he cocks a brow as he stands up and walks up to me. "Are you out of your goddamn stupid mind?" he snaps at me. 

"Screw you Wakasa, I'm done. I had enough. I'm done being your trophy" I shake my head and start walking off but he grabs my arm. 

"You can do whatever you want Angel, you can leave, you can fuck whoever you want, just stay the Hell away from Bonten. I don't care if you're seeing the Haitanis again, just please...stay away from Bonten" he says in a soft but serious tone as he looks into my eyes. "I know how much you love them, and I know your heart never stopped longing for them, so I'll let you go. Just promise me, you'll be safe, okay?" he sighs and his lazy lilac eyes reflecting pain which breaks my heart.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I ask as I look at him.

"Yes, all I ever wanted is to make you happy" he says with a faint smile. "If you're happy with them, go ahead. As I said, just be safe and know; the Black Dragons are always here for you" he says in a serious tone before opening his arms to me.

"Thank you, Waka" I whisper as I hug him tight and start crying against his shoulder.

"You'll be okay" he says softly. "Let me know if you want to move out, I happily get you a small apartment" 

"You're spoiling me again" I mumble and he lets out a small chuckle. 

"I am your sugar daddy after all" he jokes then kisses the top of my head. 

"Yes, daddy" I stick my tongue out and he just rolls his eyes with a smile. 

"I hope you'll annoy the Haitanis less than you annoy me" he nudges me with a smirk. "Let's go to sleep for now. Wanna sleep together or you prefer to sleep in your old room?" he asks as he looks at me. 

"I'd like to fall asleep in your arms one last time. If you'll have me" I smile up a him and he nods with a soft smile.

"Always~" he hums then kisses the top of my head before letting me go. 

That night I fell asleep in his arms, with a calm and clear mind. Having things sorted out with him helped me restore that comfort that he used to give me and what I used to feel when I was with him. I might still love him deep down, but I know my heart belongs to the Haitanis. 

The next day Wakasa and I spent the day talking about everything that happened and how we both felt, he admitted he had strong feelings for me but the love he felt towards Shin will never be replaced nor happen again. We were nothing more than a rebound for each other, but because we were both happy he didn't see an reason to bring it up, especially because the sex was good, and honestly I felt the same way. Once we talked it out we agreed to stay as friends. I called the Haitanis and they were more than happy to hear I'm all theirs. We agreed living with the is not an option as they live at Bonten HQ and the agreement with everyone was that I stay away from Bonten, which I happily agreed to.

Once that was sorted Wakasa took me to Ginza HQ and I talked to Jekyll and Hyde. Jekyll was over the moon when I asked to join their gang, meanwhile Hyde was really not happy about it. But once he realized he could keep an eye on me more if I join he agreed, especially once Wakasa reassured him this also means that the Ginza Gang will have the Black Dragons' full support, making the Ginza Gang into one of the top tier gangs in Japan. 

Hyde offered me to move in with him and Jekyll into Ginza HQ which had the top floor converted into apartments. My room apartment was right next to Jekyll's an opposite Hyde's. Wakasa and the guys helped me move in and decorate the large room, which had its own bathroom. At the end of the corridor was the large shared living room, which from the kitchen opened. All in all the entire place looked amazing and comfortable. 

Wakasa and I said our goodbyes for now and I settled in my room. I finished some last minute touches including displaying Wakasa's Black Dragon jackets and putting up my favourite photos. I smile as I find an old Toman picture of us, Mikey in the middle Draken giving bunny ears behind Mikey, Pah and Peh posing like body builders, Mitsuya and Hakkai grinning like idiots, then at the end me on Baji's back doing the peace sign while Baji's grinning showing off his canine, while Chifuyu pointing at us with a pretended shocked face. Seeing this brings back a lot of memories, also reminds me of how much I miss Baji. "Oh shit!" I exclaim as I remember that I haven't replied to neither Chifuyu or Tora in the past few days. I quickly fish my phone out to check the time, 4.15pm they should be closing soon. I grab my jacket then send a text to Hyde that I'll be back then make my way to the pet shop. 

"Hey" I call out softly as I walk in, the bell jingling as I close the door. 

"Coming!" I hear Chifuyu's voice from the back, then soon his black messy head pops up but freezes in his step as he sees me. "Maya.." he whispers then suddenly beelines it to me and almost knocking me over with a tight hug.

"Heyyy, missed you too" I chuckle as I hug him but as he clings to me I start to realize something isn't right, this suspicion is confirmed when I feel something wet on my neck, and a hear sniffles from Chifuyu. "Hey, Fuyu... What's wrong?" I ask in a softer tone hiding my worry.

"Don't ever do this me again..." he mumbles into my neck before taking a deep breath and pulling away.

"I'm sorry... the past few days were just extremely chaotic, I'm sorry I didn't message you, especially for not coming to work" I explain but he shakes his head. 

"It's not about work you idiot. I thought I lost you too..." that's all he need to say for me to understand what is this really about. Ever since we lost Baji we became rather distant with Fuyu, we were both friends and both cared for each other but we reminded each other of Baji too much, yet at the same time it made each of us being more important to the other, so me just disappearing without a word scared the hell out of Chifuyu.

"I am so sorry Chifuyu.." I say in a genuine tone as I pull him close to me and hug him tight. 

"I'm just glad you're okay, Angel" he says in a softer tone as he holds me tight. "Do you need a few days off?" 

"If you and Tora don't mind, I would appreciate that a lot" I smile as look at him. 

"Of course" he nods with a smile. "So wanna tell me what's going on?" 

"Oh jeez, well how much time do you have?" I chuckle as I groan playfully.

"Sounds like this is a pizza and beer night" he winks at me. "Free tonight?" 

"For you? Always" I chuckle. 

"It's a deal. Help me close up, would you?" he smiles at me then throws me the keys to the outside shutter which I quickly catch.

"Of course" I grin then I walk outside and pull the shutters down then lock them in place then walk back inside.

I help Chifuyu sort the animals out and clean up the shop floor before we officially close the shop. While Chifuyu locked up I messaged Hyde, letting him know I probably be staying over at Chifuyu's. Once everything was sorted we headed to Chifuyu's place. 

The second I walk in Peke J runs up to me yowling and rubbing against my leg. "Hey Excalibur" I chuckle as I crouch down and pet the beautiful black cat. 

"He missed you" Chifuyu chuckles. "He learnt to listen to both of his names now" he says with a soft laugh then lets out a small sigh. "Though Peke J does suits him better" he smiles.

"I guess Kei was good at giving nicknames" I smile as I look at the kitty. 

"God, he hated so much when you called him that, especially Kei-chan" Chifuyu laughs and I can't help but let out a laugh too. 

"He wanted to murder me every time I called him that" I laugh as I think back the amount of time Baji literally kicked my ass when I called him Kei or Kei-chan. 

"He secretly liked it" Chifuyu smiles and I roll my eyes with a chuckle.

"Suuuuure, that's why he always wanted to beat me" I chuckle but he just shakes his head with a smile.

"He hated it but also loved it because only you called him that, because when you teased him, you paid attention to him. He was like a school boy around you" he shakes his head with a smile. 

"What are you saying Fuyu?" I look at him confused.

"He had the biggest crush on you since the first time you two had a fight. The amount of time he sat back and watch you fight with Mikey or Draken, he'd lean to me and say "Fuck, look at her Chifuyu, she's incredible" but he never did anything about it because he knew your heart belonged to Mikey and Draken" Chifuyu explains in a softer tone as he looks at me. 

"That idiot..." I laugh while I wipe my eyes as my tears starts to fall. "I happily  would have given him a chance" I shake my head as I wipe my eyes.

"You were both idiots, I guess" Chifuyu chuckles softly as he hugs me tight. "So spill the tea, sis. Who are you with now? Still with your sugar leopard?" he nudges me teasingly as we walk into his living room. 

"Actually not, we broke up on mutual terms, don't worry, we're on good terms" I reassure him before he starts planning beating Wakasa. 

"So, you're single?" he asks curiously.

"Yes, and no" I reply and he cocks his head confused. "Well technically I am single, as I have not been officially asked out, but I am seeing someone...s" I added the s and his confusion grows.

"Someones?" he cocks a brow. "Come on, give me the details!" he shakes me excited. 

"Promise me you won't flip out..." I look at him raising a brow.

"I promise... to try not to blow up" he says in a suspicious tone. 

"It's the Haitanis..." I mumble but he hears it and his eye widen.

"Those assholes?? Also they're one of the top gangsters in Japan! They're dangerous! Also didn't you say you given up all that?" he cocks a brow giving me a judgemental look. 

"Thaaat's another thing...~" I say with an awkward chuckle and Chifuyu just gives me his emotionless 'really?' look. "I might have joined Jekyll's & Hyde's gang.."

"JEKYLL AND HYDE?? THE Jekyll and Hyde??? I think you have lost that one remining braincell that you had left" he facepalms himself then massages his temple. "You're fucking crazy..." he sighs. "But as long as you're happy... and safe" 

"I am, don't worry" I reassure him with a smile. "Soo what are we watching?" 

"Lord of the Rings, obviously" Chifuyu grins as he switches off the lights and boots up his PS. 

We spent the entire night watching our favorite movie, while stuffing ourselves with pizza and junk food, along with a few cans a beer. Something we used to do a lot back in Toman and something I have missed a lot, it was nice to relive those memories and share them with Chifuyu.

[solradguy]

How do i find the motivation to practice art? I have so many shitposts that’ll never come to fruition because my skills plateaued ):

No one else is going to draw my ideas and I'm too broke to pay someone else to do it for me. For better or worse, I seem to approach a lot of things from a "gotta do everything myself around here" angle haha

Honestly—and I won't lie to you—doing art studies is a real pain in the ass, I hate doing them. I never do them unless I've got major art block, and even then I still hate doing them, but it's like taking medicine and I know doing them will make me better. Every art teacher I've ever had's grilled me about this, "solradguy, you need to do 15 studies before the end of the week to get a full grade this quarter." Blah blah blah.

I guess for some people doing studies could be fun, not having to think about pose or composition, whatever, just putting lines down on paper and focus on your reference. One time, when I was still in college, I had to do a certain amount of studies in charcoal so I booted up Red Dead Redemption and drew landscapes or objects from it that I kinda liked. It was enough. I told my professor it was from my grandma's farm hehe

Art memes can be a good way to practice too, especially those ones about drawing in different styles or drawing a character in different outfits. They combine fun with tricking you into drawing things you might not normally draw. Emulating different art styles is the only art study method that doesn't make me want to fall asleep. Don't forget they're just art games though, and especially don't forget:

👉If You Already Feel Burnt Out Don't Feel Compelled To Complete Every Art Meme You Start👈

As you get better at art, you start noticing improvements less and less because they become more subtle. When you're really new to art, figuring out stuff like basic anatomy or shading is REALLY obvious because they're foundational parts of art. Hang on to your really old stuff and look at it every now and then and I guarantee you'll have improved way more than you thought you had.

I get the impression you've probably been at art for a while now, and I don't want to come across as patronizing, but sometimes refreshing the basics can help overcome a plateau too. Drawabox is usually what I recommend to people just getting into art, I really like their approach. Here's a link to their introduction lesson: drawabox.com/lesson/0 And here's one that skips to the actual art stuff: drawabox.com/lesson/1

While it's probably beneficial to actually do the exercises in the lessons, just skimming through reading them can be good too.

Something I've noticed a lot of my artists friends (and artists online) do is try to make every single drawing a finished piece, and I'm like "damn, no wonder art feels like such a chore." My sketchbook is 99% scribbles done in pen:

I use Pentel RSVP fine point ballpoint pens so if I make a mistake I'm forced to deal with it. Doing these rough sketches before starting a bigger piece is something I recommend with my entire heart. Just get a pack of shitty $0.99 pens and doodle like it's high school math class. I like the cheap pens because you can get faint lines drawing lightly and can coax them into darker lines with a bit more pressure (and if you lose/break one it's no big deal).

The best way to get better at art is to keep putting lines on paper. Even if it's just silly pen doodles, you're still improving coordination/pen control, improving construction of basic shapes, exploring concepts, and thinking about art, which will lead to more new ideas and further inspiration.

Sorry this is long and meandering haha Hopefully something here helps at least a tiny bit.

[kitty-m3ow]

So I had a thought I recently decided to watch and old 2000's anime called ashita no nadja it's like about this girl who is like an orphan who lives in this place called Apple field orphanage until one day she gets this suit case delivered to her with like this beautiful dress and a diary and she learns that her mother is actually alive and the brooch that she wears all the time that she had since she was a baby is like this thing that signifies that she is related to her mother I won't say to much cuz it's like a really good series but yeah she sets off to find her mother quite literally runs off with the circus mets a nice noble dude with blonde hair who saves her and black tuxedo- I mean black rose who also saved her at one point.

But yeah so after watching a few episodes I decided to watch some kubz scouts and I clicked on one of his videos where he played one of those horror convince store games and I thought "what if Nadja and blonde dude both like some how transported into the future(cuz the anime takes place 500 years ago I think and I forgot to mention but like the anime takes place in like a lot of real world places like London and Paris) and so happen to like land right in front of a convince store but not any store a horror convince store!

Where they met this guy that has tried multiple other convince stores yet the paranormal and creepy crawlies keep following him everywhere and after dealing with the last paranormal thing that tried killing him runs out to see Nadja and noble blond guy dressed like there from a entire different era, stare at each other for a few minutes and Nadja goes to say something cuz he looks terrible and the second one sound comes out of her mouth he straight up faints they panick, but try to help him after that he learns they are literally people who accidentally time traveled 500 years into the future to which the guy nearly faints again and after some talking offer to help navigate Nadja and the blonde noble dude in the modern world while also dealing with all the paranormal that the horror convince store guy seem to attract like a magnet.

Nadja loses half of the years of her life due to the amount of creepy paranormal stuff they encounter and discovers rock n roll, blonde dude finds out about the internet and a chunk ton of history and also rock n roll and the horror convince store guy has to keep them both from get into hijinx because they no almost nothing about the modern world while also talking with them to try to figure out who heck they got here and how they can get back honestly all of this is just shower thoughts I'm not planning to do much with this thought but I couldn't keep it in my head and needed to put it somewhere, I'm will aware that all my posts are just silly thoughts nobody really cares about but I don't really care, myself was pretty much my target audience anyways and if someone does see this and reads this far then hello I don't know how the fuck you found me but thanks for reading my shower thoughts posts

[serenanymph]

writeblr positivity tag

tagged by the lovely @macabremoons! gently tagging @lyssa-ink, @reneesbooks, @scroll-of-aves, @space-writes, and anyone else who wants to hop in! this is gonna be a long one so I'm gonna leave it under the cut.

1. What motivates you to write?

All the lovely comments I get!! I honestly just love seeing how people react to my writing. Also just thinking about my characters in general. They're just a bunch of silly little guys <3 (they are unbelievably traumatized). And thinking about those specific few scenes I'll get to write later in the book too!!!

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

Uhh honestly I have mostly forgotten and all the good lines really only make sense with context, but I guess I am?? Mildly proud of this bit??

The air smells of sweet perfume. It’s a sharp, potent scent, thick and cloying, overly concentrated and enough for Beatriz to choke on. That’s the first thing she notices. The second things she notices is everything buried beneath it – dust, the faint, lingering tang of chemicals stinging her nose. Decay and rot. The air smells like death.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Wait is this your own OC or someone else's. Okay I can't really pick between my children BUT I do really love @reneesbooks Birdie!! Smol chaotic magic child, absolutely adorable. I want to give her all the pastries she could ever desire

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

On one hand, creating the first draft from scratch is really fun, but on the other, working on later drafts with the knowledge you're refining something and making it better is also so satisfying. Hrm. I'd say first draft wins but only by a small margin (because nothing in the latter stages will exist without it).

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Uh. I have no idea but apparently a lot of people have said I'm really good at descriptions?? So. Descriptions. I guess

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

Honestly I think everyone's answers are gonna be about the same but, y'know. It's the community. Everyone here is genuinely so friendly and talented, and all the games are really fun!!

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I use microsoft word which is like. About all I use. Really boring ik but I'm used to it and for whatever reason I think it came with the laptop?? So yeah

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I really like exploring the magic system!! Magic for Beasts is largely emotion-based, and can be affected by a variety of factors (everything from target to affinity to environmental conditions) so it's been really fun figuring it out, but still making sure it doesn't become overpowered or a deus ex machina. There's also magic for mages which is a lot more precise and restrained. You can kind of think of it as Beasts having powers while mages have spells.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Honestly most people would probably say something along these lines as well - even though I don't know what's causing your rough patch exactly, the only way to solve this not-writing problem in the end is to write. If you write, you can make it better. If you write, someone out there is bound to find it and love it. So, y'know. Just write. It can only go up from here.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

Okay so first off, @allianaavelinjackson (though she isn't really part of writeblr), for always putting up with my insane ramblings about the little people in my head, losing it when reading about the little people in my head, and just being a really great cheerleader. Love ya. Also @lyssa-ink for being one of my first mutuals and having really interesting story ideas!! And @reneesbooks for her continued support and just being a super talented writer (seriously, lacuna lives rent free in my head). Plus @squarebracket-trick, @e-klair and @space-writes for all the STS questions giving me a chance to yell about Beast at someone, and lastly tagging back @macabremoons for all her support!! I could really go on and on and on but then this post would never end but to all my mutuals!!! Know that I love and appreciate every single one of you and y'all are awesome people!!

BLANK QUESTIONS

1. What motivates you to write?

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

[faofinn]

Day 9 - Oxygen

@mediwhumpmay

Fao’s chest had been bothering him. It definitely wasn’t right, as much as he tried to ignore it. Some virus or another had been floating round as always, the kids bringing god knows what home from school. He’d been suffering with it, the way he always did, but he was trying to push through. He didn’t particularly have a choice, he had to work. At least he wasn’t as busy as he had been in the past. Working up to clinical lead, he’d been doing more admin and taking more responsibilities that way, which meant more time at his desk. That was no bad thing, especially when he felt like shite. 

That didn’t mean he was purely non clinical, and today he’d been picking up the slack of an understaffed service. He’d rushed down the stairs to ED, called down for a consult, and his breath caught in his chest to the point he had to pause at the nurse’s station, trying to ignore the wheeze. 

The cough wasn’t great either, and Fao winced when it started, knowing just how bad he sounded. It didn’t last long, and he paused to push some hair from his face, still leaning against the nurse’s station for a moment longer to pull himself together. 

"Wolfie. Fucking finally." Harrison rounded the corner, shaking his head at Fao. "We paged you lot ages ago."

Fao cleared his throat, huffing at Harrison. “Understaffed.” He said gruffly. “Who am I seeing?”

Harrison narrowed his eyes. "How long have you been sick?"

He rolled his eyes. “I’m fine.”

"You're not. Jamie? Which room is free at the moment?"

“Oh, don’t start, you know what my chest is like.” He said, but didn’t move. “Which patient am I seeing?”

"Yeah, fuck that. Call gensurg again for me? I'm gonna take Fao down to 6." Harrison ignored Fao. 

“Good luck trying to get someone else.” Fao said, but his voice cracked and the coughing started again, undermining him. He could feel the wheeze in his chest, the tightness across his ribs and the lingering pain under his sternum. The coughing itself made him feel dizzy, and he pressed his lips together. 

"Yeah, no.  You're not alright." Harrison moved to support Fao, his arm wrapped around the other man. "Come on, before you end up collapsing."

Fao groaned, leaning into Harrison as the room lurched and his legs gave out from under him. 

"You fucker." Harrison swore, shifting to pick Fao up. "Someone get the doors, please! We're going to resus."

People made space for them, concerned muttering as the resus doors were opened. Jamie, who had appeared not long after Hars originally called for him, found an empty bay, calling the doctor into it. 

"Right then, we all know Fao. Just collapsed, shortness of breath, multiple previous spontaneous pneumos. He decompensates very quickly. I need full obs on him please, and if someone can get the X-ray, that would be great." Harrison called to their team, moving to listen to Fao's chest.

Fao came round quickly, batting at Harrison’s hands on him. “Piss off.” He grumbled. 

"Yeah, lovely. How long has your chest been fucked?"

“Since I was 17?” He tried, but the cough that followed didn’t help him out. 

"Faolan. Don't be a dickhead."

“Ooh, full name.” He teased weakly. “I’ve had some shitty cold since last week an’ I can’t shift the cough.”

"How long have you been wheezing for? Bringing anything up?"

“Last few days? Mostly dry.” 

"Have you bothered to take your inhaler?"

Fao shot him a look. “You have to ask?”

"If Sheila doesn't kill you, I'm going to."

He rolled his eyes, turning to cough. “It’s fine, ’m fine.”

One of the nurses huffed. “Fao, can you stop fidgeting so we can get some obs? Please?”

“I’m fine, honestly. All a fuss about nothing.” He protested. 

Harrison could have smacked him. He returned to Fao's side, face like thunder. "Fao, I swear to god. When you collapse on me again, you lose the right to complain. Lie still and let us do what we have to do. You look like shit, the obs we've got have been shit, and let me guess, you feel like shit."

“I jus’ went a little faint, it happens.” He protested. “I’ll be fine.”

He glared at him. "So your sats are supposed to be in the eighties?"

Fao hesitated. “Eighties?”

"You're sitting 89."

“Oh. Deep breaths, then.”

"And oxygen. You need some nebs."

“It’s probably jus’ postural, let me sit up and I’ll be better.”

Harrison didn't bother replying, but let the nurse by his bed adjust Fao to sit up. "Can someone get me five of salbutamol and five hundred ipratropium? We'll get a litre of normal saline running, start him on a broad spectrum abx, when we get bloods back, they can change it. Have we got the ecg done? Ah, brill."

He took a moment to read over Fao's strip. "You got any chest pain? Any palpitations? How have they been the past few days?"

Fao went to answer, but quickly changed his mind as he saw Harrison’s face. "It's been a bit tight but it’s not been awful. Nothing close to what it used to be. Thought it was just the infection. Is it that bad?"

"It doesn't look like you're having a heart attack or anything, but you've got a few runs of AF I'm not too happy with." He admitted. "Nothing I'm going to run off to cardio with you for, but enough that I want you to stay on monitoring for a little bit. Chances are, it's just the infection. We'll get that sorted, and you'll be better."

Fao nodded. “I hope I’m not having a fucking heart attack.” He grumbled. “I’ve really not felt that awful, I swear.” If Harrison was worried about his ECG, then maybe things were serious. Ely was going to kill him. 

"Can we get some IV hydrocortisone too? And a gram of IVP, help with this pain, settle the temp too, hopefully." Harrison called to his team, taking stock of his observations again. He listened to Fao's chest again, and nodded. There was a slight improvement to the wheeze, but it only highlighted the crackles. God knows how long he’d had this infection brewing.

Happy things were moving in the right direction, and that the staff were sorting the things he'd requested, he pulled the chair closer to Fao's side. "Hey, sorry for being a bit pushy."

"A bit?" He managed a laugh. “Try a lot.”

"Don't be an arse." Harrison said, reaching for Fao’s hand and giving it a squeeze. "You really aren't very well at the minute. I bet this has been going on for longer than you're gonna admit, but it's gonna get sorted. 

"I know you know the medical side of things more than most of my patients, but sometimes that makes it harder for you, too." He sighed. "Right now? I think you've got a pretty nasty infection that's more than likely this cough you've got going on. Your lactate is pretty high right now, obviously your oxygen is a fair bit lower than we want, and your heart rate is fast. Part of the rate will be the nebs we're slamming into you, but at the same time, I think you're septic. 

"We're gonna keep you here, try get this wheeze sorted first and then send you down to x-ray. You've got good air entry, I'm not too worried that you've got a pneumo or anything, but with your history, I want to be safe. We'll try and get your pain under a bit more control, get you more comfortable, but I need you to tell me. We're not mind readers, although I can tell when you're bullshitting me." He squeezed his hand again. "Is there anything you want from me? Anything you want me to do? Do you want me to call Ely? Sheila?"

“Sorry, septic?” He asked, taking a moment to take in all Harrison had told him. He felt bad, sure, but he’d been convinced it was nothing more that a chest infection he was struggling to shift, a bit of a wheeze that would go in time, a nice hangover from all of his history. He’d not been expecting Harrison to be that worried. He definitely felt crap, and Hars was right, the nebs weren’t helping his heart rate to feel any better. “It doesn’t feel like a pneumo, it just feels shitty.” He admitted. “You should call both of them. I’m not going to be able to escape without an admission, am I? Have you sorted another gensurg consult for that patient of yours? I think the bleep is still in my pocket.”

"The other patient is doing a lot better than you currently are. I'll be honest, right now, I'm doing my best to keep you from HDU." He sighed,  breaking from his doctor mode. "You've really not been well, Fao. Why didn't you tell someone? You've been running after the kids like a maniac, too. They'd have got someone in to cover you, take some of the pressure off. You need to put yourself first, or at least higher up on the chain."

“You can piss off with HDU.” He told him, digging in his pockets for the hard plastic of his bleep, which he shoved at Hars. “I honestly don’t have time to be ill. I took a couple of days off last week when I felt rotten, got some rest, but then I needed to come back in. I’ve not been sniffly, just the cough, and I can manage that. Not smoked in a week. The kids have so much on, and unsurprisingly they’ve not been well either. Been doing more non clinical hours, but we’re a surgeon down today and I had no other choice.”

"Well excuse me for giving a shit about you." He retorted. "You're my best friend, I need you to be okay."

“I’ll be fine. Supposed to be picking the kids up, though.”

"Tai's off today, he'll pick them up."

“Thanks. Ely’s on nights and she can’t get them picked up and sorted before she needs to come in.” He mumbled. “Sorry I fainted on you.”

"They can come have a sleepover. It's not a problem." He dropped his gaze. "I really can't lose you, Fao. I need you, and that means you need to put yourself first."

Fao cleared his throat, pushing at Hars gently. “Shush. You’re not getting rid of me.”

"I'm not that shit of a cons."

“Oh, course not.”

Harrison smiled. "How's everything feeling now?"

“Bit better.” He admitted. 

"Can I have a listen?"

Fao nodded. “Mm, go on.”

"Thanks." He hummed, standing with a groan. He listened to Fao's chest again, taking a moment. "Good news or bad news?"

Once Harrison had finished, Fao shuffled to get comfortable again. “Bad first.”

"The infection sounds like shit."

“And the good news?” He tried, looking hopeful.

"Your wheeze has pretty much gone, you've got really good air entry - especially for your chest, I'm surprised. And your blood pressure is doing a lot better."

Fao grinned. “So no HDU?”

"We'll move you to monitoring in a bit, too. I want to keep an eye on your lactate, but it’s looking hopeful."

“Good.” He said, and after a minute. “Thank you.”

"You're welcome." Harrison returned his grin. "Even if you do make my life difficult."

“I know it’s clinically a bad picture…” He murmured. “But I’ve felt worse than this.”

"That's not something to be proud of."

“No, it’s… I honestly didn’t think it was this bad. Almost felt worse wit’ the cold?”

"I know, it's okay."

“Didn’t know the AF was bad.”

"I've seen it worse. It's probably just because of the infection, the nebs, all of that. They're not long runs, and they're not super fast, nowhere near where they have been."

Fao nodded. “Haven’t really noticed it, an’ I usually do. Haven’t been bothered for ages, cardio told me to piss off.”

"Course they did." He rolled his eyes. "Honestly, I'm not surprised you didn't. Your body was busy compensating for everything else."

He nodded again. “Yeah. Sorry. Is Finn in?”

"Should be soon. Sheila should be dropping him off, actually." He grinned. "Rock, paper, scissors for who has to call her?"

“You can. I can’t possibly. Too ill.” He said, gesturing at himself. 

"Dickhead. I'm glad you're feeling better."

He coughed, but he was grinning. “Had a good doctor.”

"I'll take the compliment. Let me go ring Sheila first, and then I'll catch Ely up, yeah?"

“Tell them both I’m fine, yeah?”

"I will."

“Hug?” He asked, trying his luck. 

"Yeah, come here." He leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before giving him a gentle squeeze. 

Awkwardly Fao lifted his arms to wrap them around Hars. “Thank you.”

"I'm always gonna be here for you."

“Here to kick my ass, more like.”

"Sometimes you need that, too."

[emeritus-fuckers]

how do you do, fellow queers, look how fucking professional i'm being this time, sending an ask like commonfolk/j

for the match-up re-run bc i wanna see nyx struggle with repugnant <3

1. Your identity! i'm sorry for the research nyx

i can very proudly call myself a faggot. my pronouns are they/she/he/xey/per/ghoul, but i'm slowly moving away from the "standard" ones. multigender, but they're all xenogender (ghoulgender, ghoulettegender, gooregender, chaosgender). multisexual (pansexual, asexual, lesbian, aegosexual, orchidsexual, berrisexual). aroallo (aegoromantic, desinoromantic, grayromantic, demiromantic). autistic. theistic satanist.

2. Who do you like?

repugnant. death metal racoons my beloved.

3. What do you look like?

there's a picture. i just dress more like a metalhead now. still wearing too much jewelry. i'm still short (it is a tragedy).

4. What's your personality?

i hate whoever came up with these questions (ekhem, myself).

ISTP-T, according to a quiz i did just before writing this. i'm relatively apathetic, only ever getting truly emotional when i'm overwhelmed. touch-repulsed, but touch-starved when it comes to people close to me. i'm quiet and distant around strangers, but get talkative and open with friends. i struggle with serious self-esteem issues (diagnosed depression, cheers) and i get very anxious about my friends just not liking me anymore and usually need to be yelled at to get my shit together. and then cuddled because i got yelled at. my relationship with emotions is complicated, as i only feel a very faint outline of an emotion most of the time, but i've learned to adapt to it over time and i'm pretty good at adapting my behavior so it looks like i feel a complete emotion.

when it comes to affection, i'm like a cat. i love it, but only when i want it. otherwise i will run away. i also show it in inconvenient ways, i suppose, like randomly grabbing my friends with a weird noise or sometimes (if we're really close) biting them. i feel very uncomfortable around most children, so i despise them.

5. Tell us about your interests!

i'd say repugnant, ghost and in this moment would be my top three bands to listen to, but i also like vocaloid and dolly parton. i always have to have something playing in the background or it's too quiet for me and i lose my shit. i like to read, but i much prefer to overanalyze everything and come up with ridiculous theories and headcanons to write about (i think emeritus-fuckers is proof of that). I like writing, but only stuff i actually enjoy writing, not whatever bullshit they're coming up with for uni. I can't write porn, yet people seem to think that i can, which is honestly hilarious to me.

i like making bracelets and other arts and crafts things, though i suck at it and usually it looks like trash.

i like video games, mostly sims 4 (finally figured out how to furnish it hallelujah) right now, but i like classic assassin's creed games (which means everything that came out before Origins/Odyssey bc fuck i hate these), the saints row series and skyrim too. and uncharted, too. and i guess tekken, but i'm just there for the hotties tbh.

i don't really watch movies, but if i had to pick a favorite, it would either be scream, pearl or shrek.

6. Trivia time!

i know way too much about butterflies and moths.

i have a framed attacus atlas.

my favorite food is instant cupped carbonara.

i have a dog (everyone has seen her at this point tbh).

i have a figurine of the batman who laughs and his three robins.

i love juice. especially apple-cherry juice.

i'm a terrible cook, i can make like three dishes and that's it.

i hate working under pressure and/or with deadlines.

i have a rather controversial sense of humor.

i love wearing too much jewelry.

i adore matching things, from jewelry to tattoos.

and here's a few pics of my cuddle monster.

This post is part of the 1000 followers match up event. Entries for the event are now closed.

Your match is…Mary Goore... and DD Sars... and kinda the rest of the band...

Hear me out on this haha, I have spent way too much time thinking about this and well you'll see XD - Nyx

So you met Mary first. They thought you looked cool so they went over to you.

You got chatting and you just kinda clicked with each other. Especially since you both have a controversial sense of humour. Mary enjoys throwing a few playful insults at you and getting all of that back and some.

You met up a few more times, enough so that you became comortable around Mary and them you. Although there was a discussion about your boundaries when you had to explain that you are like a cat, you only want affection when you are in the mood. Which of course Mary respected.

Mary after really getting to know you declared you one of their favourite ever people by lightly biting your shoulder. (This was okay as you way of telling them the same was to display your affection with a bite.)

Mary then proudly introduced you to the rest of the band. You quickly became close with all of them as to be with Mary is to be with the band. When Mary mentioned you had a dog E. wanted to see lots of pictures. He just kinda quietly sat there as you scrolled through them.

You made them all bracelets, G. got very excited by this. You said they look like trash and DD just kinda rounded on you. He firmly told you about how they weren't trash and how could you be so stupid to think so low of yourself. You just kinda nodded and then spend the rest of the day being cuddled by G.

DD does however get you. He never says it to you but its shown through his actions. He will just quitly sit and listen if you want to talk about it. He might say that you are a fucking weirdo but his expression tells the real story. He understands you and he knows what its like to have a complicated realtionship with emotions. There is a really nice companionship you two have because of this.

Mary noticed how you look at DD like you want him to sit on your face. So one night they say to you while pointing at DD "all you have to do is ask, you know, DD would be more than happy to" and then they gave you a little wink. Mary left it with you, it's totally up to you if you want to follow through on that or not...

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Written by Nyx