#idk!!!! i just cant believe it took me this one to connect these dots! and MAYBE im stretching it just a little but idc fjdka its MY SHIP

[scaranation]

I saw that requests were still open and I crawled back from the firey pits of hell to offer you Scaramouche brain rott along with a personal AU that hit me like a foking brick like two days ago.

So first off. Imagine if you will. That Mr. McGrump wasn't actually just one entity but actually a trio of twin brothers that wandered around Teyvat known as the "the trio of eccentrics". They despise each other (cuz of course they do) but decide to travel together cuz no matter how hard they try to NOT bump into each other, the world is just so big for a trio of dumbasses that are chaotic on their own right.

They cannot get along to save their lives. The amount of times Scaramouche and Wanderer have gotten smacked on the face with Kabukimono's smithing hammer are just too many to count. Not to mention that as feeble as he appears to be he has a scarily good aim much to his brother's previous dismay as they have been greeted with a flying hammer to the back of the head multiple times when they have run into each other "by chance" before.

People tend just get confused when one of them randomly spawns on a town and seemingly sprout two other clones like some kind of mitosis type shit until they realize it's just a trio of siblings.

I also low-key feel y/n would accidentally bump and help all of them separatedly by chance only for them to all either think of them fondly or straight up have a little crush on them. I can just see Kabuki rambling to wanderer how some sweet person saved him from a hoard of electro slimes only for him to remember how someone offered to invite him to some food in one of his travels similar to the one his brother mentioned. Only for Scara to interrupt demanding if they were talking about this one very specific person that offered him shelter that one time he was injured after some misión or something. Cue y/n casually walking by and all of them losing their collective shit cuz HOLY SHIT THAT'S THEM- WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNOW THEM TOO????? And thus the quest of winning over the kind stranger begins.

Idk if this was even mildly entertaining but this idea has been eating my brain for days and needed to spew it somewhere. Love your work! ✨✨✨

OMLL HOWW YOUR BRAINROTS ARE SO GOOD I CANT 😭😭 this took me a while to write but i had to get everything out to even do this idea some justice it’s got me giggling fr

༊*·˚ 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄

ft. Scaramouche, Kabukimono, Wanderer

Content: fluff, crack (but treated seriously)

a/n - innocent Kabukimono just lives rent free in my heart omlll like just imagine a less traumatised Scara <33

The trio of short haired, violet-eyed wanderers (also known as “the trio of eccentrics” by the local children) were a common sight in Teyvat. Prior to the revelation that they were, in fact, siblings, people had believed that they were either a teleporting ghost or some human aphid with miraculous cloning abilities. That was until someone saw two of the them in the same room, and connected the dots.

Scaramouche, the Wanderer, and Kabukimono were inseparable - not of their own will, of course. On their erratic, impulsive routes across Sumeru, they’d somehow cross paths more often than they wanted. In fact, they’d made an effort to avoid each other. The Wanderer had retreated all the way to the Hypostyle Desert, cackling at his own genius. Unfortunately, he also found Scaramouche and Kabukimono at the desert too - both dumbfounded at the ridiculous situation. Somehow, all three of them had simultaneously decided that hiding in the desert to not see each other was a great idea.

“What are you doing here?” the Wanderer had blurted.

“No, what are you doing here? I had this idea yesterday!” Kabukimono cried.

“Both of you, get out of my sight. I hatched this plan two weeks ago.” Scaramouche grumbled.

“Oh, how diabolical and calculating you are,” the Wanderer rolled his eyes, as though he wasn’t just praising himself for what he thought was the most intelligent idea to ever exist.

“Fine, I’ll leave first.” Kabukimono sighed. Perhaps it was because he was the youngest, but he was always ended up giving in to his brothers.

“Pushover,” the Wanderer smirked.

“Says the unemployed one,” Scaramouche scoffed.

“At least I have a vision.”

“Shut up.”

The many other times the trio convened by accident, two of them weren’t even conscious to fully process their irritation. The moment Kabukimono spotted Scaramouche or the Wanderer at his favourite resting place, he’d let loose his hammer - striking them on the back of the head with scary aim. He’d congratulate himself if he managed to score a concussion, too. It wasn’t as though the others didn’t defend themselves equally vigorously. If they couldn’t settle things with words, the brothers would just break out into fighting.

Things were especially bad when the Wanderer got ahold of Kabukimono’s hammer. Upon wrestling it out of the blacksmith’s grip, the Wanderer would flit into the air, gleefully holding the hammer out of reach until Scaramouche had enough and struck him down with a bolt of lightning.

“You look like a fly when you do that, you know?”

“You’re just jealous.”

Somehow, you were always at the centre of the trio’s unpredictable paths of destruction across Teyvat. You never really guessed at the connection between them, only dismissing it as a mere coincidence that you’d developed a fondness for three purple haired, short-tempered travellers.

As an adventurer, you’d first met Kabukimono on one of your errands.

“Stay away!”

You heard the clanging of something heavy on your inspection in Guyun, turning around to locate the source of the voice.

You followed the commotion around past the domain you’d just exited from, finding a crevice tucked away into a small beach-like area. Clumps of electro crystals clung to the stone walls of the cove, the lapping of the waves only perpetuating the intense elemental reactions. At the centre of it all was a strangely dressed man, being attacked by a hoard of electro slimes. He flailed around with a blacksmith’s hammer, presumably caught in his own attempt to mine valuable ores for a project.

His clothes looked to be of Inazuman attire, too - what was an Inazuman doing, looking for electro crystals all the way out in Liyue?

“Do you need help?” You crouched down, a little hesitant over whether or not it was obligatory for you to jump into the electro-charged mess.

“It… certainly looks like it, doesn’t it?” The man flashed you a defeated smile. Luckily, as a pyro vision holder, it wasn’t too difficult for you to deal with the slimes. With a brief flash of your vision, you also mined the ores for the stranger as well.

“Ah! So they require elemental triggers to be mined. No wonder it was taking me so long. Thank you, by the way - I’m Kabukimono.” The stranger extended a hand. You took it, but he didn’t shake it. The two of you stood there awkwardly for a moment, before he released your hand.

“Ah, sorry… That’s what I see people at the workshop do when they meet someone new. Is it strange?”

“No, of course not! You usually shake the hand after holding it, though.” You quipped helpfully.

“Oh.” A flush spread across his cheeks. He thanked you vehemently once again, insisting on offering you some spare iron in exchange for your help.

“Travel safe!” You called after Kabukimono, as he hurried off. He was a little strange, but his awkwardness was rather endearing. You smiled and shook your head, before resuming work and thinking nothing more of the entire ordeal.

Unlike Kabukimono, the second of the trio you met was a lot more irritable. You met the Wanderer at some food stalls in Sumeru city, almost mistaking him for the acquaintance you’d met in Guyun - only to be quickly corrected by his vastly different attitude.

“Watch it.” The stranger that looked suspiciously like Kabukimono (but with a remarkably more hostile, pointed gaze) shoved past you.

“These lavender melons. How much do they cost?” Not-Kabukimono asked the vendor, tapping his foot impatiently.

“Uh, 200 mora-”

“What? Who sells trash like this so expensively? Forget it, I didn’t want them anyway.” The Wanderer scoffed, turning to leave before you quickly grabbed him.

“If you’re hungry, you can eat at my place. I have some leftovers,” you offered. He narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously.

“Why are you helping me? Is this a poisoning attempt?”

“No… You just remind me of an acquaintance of mine, so I thought I’d look out for you.”

“Pfft, I don’t need your baseless concern.”

At that moment, the man’s stomach grumbled. The two of you made eye contact, before reaching a silent agreement.

“My house is that way,” you pointed, as the stranger begrudgingly followed you.

Even if he didn’t say so, the stranger most definitely enjoyed your cooking. After introducing himself as the Wanderer, he was quick to open up - always stopping by to visit (claiming that you were a convenient dining place for his travels).

Whenever he stopped by, you’d laugh and cook him a warm meal - it almost felt like home to him, or at least what he thought a home was. He never really had one, nor did he care for the notion, but this arrangement was quite pleasant for him. If the Wanderer was in a good mood, he’d even share some of his travelling stories with you. He’d boast about the enemies he defeated in the wilderness, complain about the stupidity of mortals, before giving you the rare piece of acknowledgement (“you know, your cooking is edible,” or “it’s definitely not poisoned,” etc.).

You quickly grew to anticipate his sporadic visits, getting an understanding of what kind of food he preferred. You weren’t sad when he didn’t arrive, and the two of you thrived off a mutual relationship. The Wanderer was surely different from your other companion, but that didn’t make him any less welcome.

Lastly, you’d met Scaramouche on an ominous rainy day. Or, rather, he’d been deposited on your doorstep.

“I don’t remember ordering a parcel…” You peered out into your doorway, squinting through the lashing rain - before realising that this ‘parcel’ was very much human-shaped.

With a surprised gasp, you dragged the figure inside as carefully as you could, wincing at the blood mixed with rainwater that swirled across his smooth skin. Peeling back the heavy layers of his outer coat, you took off the man’s hat to gape again in shock.

“Kabukimono?” You spluttered.

“Who are you calling Kabukimono?” The stranger snapped, sitting up slowly.

“Wanderer?” You tried again, guessing based on the man’s furious expression.

“Hah, you dare to…”

Before the stranger (that was neither Kabukimono nor the Wanderer) could finish his sentence, he passed out again in a haze of dizzying unconsciousness.

The man’s deep indigo eyes fluttered open a while later to the sight of you tending his wounds. He immediately flinched away, looking at you incredulously.

“Who are you? Why am I here?”

“You quite literally passed out on my porch, then again in my house. Don’t you remember?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“You dare gaslight a Fatui Harbinger? Try as hard as you want, but I won’t be giving you financial compensation for this.”

“You’re… a Harbinger…?” You frowned. He sure acted and looked a lot like the Wanderer - perhaps he’d hit his head a little too hard.

“Yes, Scaramouche. I’m better known as the Balladeer, of course.”

“I’ve never heard of you.”

“Well, then that just means we’re doing a great job of maintaining confidentiality.” Scaramouche huffed, allowing you to continue wrapping bandages around the deep gashes on his body. You chuckled at his demeanour.

“I’m not expecting anything in return for this.” You offered, leaning back to scrutinise your medical work. Years of adventuring had given you experience in this sort of thing, but your expertise was still lacking.

“Then why? Don’t tell me, you believe in kindness?”

“Anyone would do this if they found a stranger half-dead at their door in the pouring rain.” You rolled your eyes.

“I was not half-dead, and I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” Scaramouche huffed, and you almost gawked at how similar he was to the Wanderer.

“Um, do you happen to know anyone named… Uh…” You hesitated under your new acquaintance’s fierce gaze.

“Named what? Do I look like an Akasha terminal to you?”

“Never mind.” You quickly shut your mouth. Perhaps it was just a coincidence.

It took a few months before the trio finally figured out they had a mutual connection. They’d all visited you countless times, and yet were lucky enough not to encounter each other - that was, until they finally began talking about their latest travel experiences upon having a chance meeting in Sumeru.

“Hm, perhaps this is what mortals call… comradeship…” Kabukimono mused to his brothers one day.

“Feeling a little amicable, Kabukimono?” Scaramouche sneered. He eyed the glimmering purple blade Kabukimono flipped over in his hands.

“There was this adventurer who saved me from some electro slimes once. It was because of them that I could fashion this dagger… Humans really are compassionate.” Kabukimono mused. He happily smiled to himself at the reminder of you.

“You’re so naive, brother. After all, mortals are only driven by fair exchange. Nobody would help without expecting it return - ah, there is one exception. There was this person I met who offered me food. I’ve been having free meals with them for months, and they don’t even know how I’m taking advantage of them! How immature they are, selflessly acting like that. It almost makes me concerned for their well-being,” the Wanderer chuckled.

“I don’t think you’re taking advantage of them if you’re… just accepting the free meals they give you. It almost seems they have you wrapped around their finger.” Scaramouche snickered.

“You wouldn’t understand the idea of a mutually beneficial relationship. In fact, have you even talked to a living being other than your colleagues in the last week?”

“Yes, you, and a certain traveller who took me in after I was injured in a mission-”

“You got injured? How pathetic.”

“It was a calculated risk. Anyway, they gave me shelter and treated all my wounds without asking for mora once. And they even let me stay over long after I’d healed, too. Mortals are so foolish, to be blindly trusting. I could’ve snapped their throat in a second.”

The three brothers agreed on the extremely rare and (questionably naive) selflessness of humans.

Then, a beat of silence passed before a revelation dawned on them.

“Isn’t it weird that we’ve all met a strange, helpful adventurer?” Kabukimono murmured.

“Exactly what I was thinking. Surely not all humans are like this.” Scaramouche nodded.

“Maybe foolishness is more common than we thought…?” The Wanderer suggested, but an uneasy feeling was dawning on him as he began to connect the dots.

“Say, does the traveller you two met live near the Grand Bazaar?” Scaramouche prodded.

“Yes.” Kabukimono and the Wanderer responded simultaneously.

“And they have an adventurer’s bandana? With a Mondstadtian clock in the front room of their house?”

“Yes- YOU TWO KNOW THEM AS WELL?” Kabukimono spluttered.

The Wanderer only heaved a large sigh. He was so close to showing off that he had a new friend, only to realise that the new friend was also acquainted with both his brothers.

“How bothersome, it seems you’re already close with them.” Scaramouche raised an eyebrow.

“Of course I am! I met them first, after all.” Kabukimono insisted.

“Both of you, be quiet. I’m going to their place now.” The Wanderer pushed back his chair.

“Hey! I was planning to visit them too!”

The scraping of chairs resounded as the remaining two brothers hurriedly rushed to get to your house.

Any other person would probably pass out from fear at seeing all three of the notorious trio appear at their door. You, however, only shot them a bemused look and ushered them in.

Once the three realised they had competition, Scaramouche, the Wanderer, and Kabukimono would be unrelenting in competing for your attention.

It was quite comical at times - you’d barely have to say anything and one of them would appear, diligently doing tasks for you and looking back at you eagerly for praise. It seemed almost strange to consider that these three had been marvelling at your profound naiveness only a few days ago, and were now basically at your beck and call.

Scaramouche would definitely be the most demanding. Whether it was a hand on your elbow or a risky grip on your wrist, he made sure you were close to him and sought your undivided attention. He’d recklessly snap out searing insults at anyone else, before getting ahold of himself and stating that he was merely defending a poor, foolish soul from being taken advantage of by some calculating purple-haired villain. Not him though, he’d never do anything like that.

The Wanderer (like his name) was more relaxed - he could go without your eyes on him at all times, and he’d drift in and out as he pleased. However, he did see himself as being entitled to your energy whenever he did happen to stop by. Occasionally, he’d even offer to take you on a scenic flight across Teyvat. After you’d tried it once, you were quick to refuse his latter offers - zooming across rooftops at breakneck speed was not your forte. The Wanderer huffed at your reluctance and accused you of denying his altruistic favour, but made an effort to do things you liked regardless.

Kabukimono was fiercely shy. He’d always bring you trinkets - small mechanisms or self-defends tools he’d fashioned from spare parts during his work as a blacksmith. He’d press them into your hands self-consciously, unable to bite back a smile when you praised his handiwork. He wouldn’t hesitate to stand up against his much fiercer brothers if it was for you, holding you in a tight embrace whenever you’d let him.

And so, as it happened, it seemed as though “the eccentric trio” simply couldn’t escape each other. As if by some ill-humoured joke, they all ended up liking the same person. The only issue was, being that person, you now had to deal with all three of them at once.

As if one wasn’t enough, you now had triple the trouble.

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[lokilysolbitch]

i wanted to share some of my personal teeth tips and general hygiene tips. i cant guarantee they will help, these are just ideas that are tested by at least one person (me)

-put a chair/stool in front of your sink. maybe move your shower chair between the shower and in front of the sink if you have one. or sit on the counter. its worth trying even if you don't think you need it. it took me several years to connect the dots that it was the act of standing is what made me feel like death and not just certain locations in the house

-fluoride mouthwash for when i dont have the energy to use toothpaste (i use toms because their mint flavor doesnt burn my tongue)

-if you use floss picks, keep some next to your bed along with a hand mirror (if i cant see where i'm flossing i feel like im skipping teeth)

-sticker chart. the only reason i got up to daily brushing was because i had a sticker chart. i got a sticker for each time i brushed, and when i flossed (so brushing twice a day and flossing once was three stickers). for the time i used the chart i usually got all three, (i stopped using a chart because i didnt feel like making another one once i was out of room, and the positive reinforcement did its magic) i eventually went to brushing once a day and flossing. this whole process helped me realise i was having roadblocks to brushing in the morning along with generally lacking the energy in the morning so now i know i need to address that before trying to make myself brush in the morning. until then i can try testing other times

-look for patterns in ur energy levels throughout the day. turns out i wake up exhausted and slowly build energy as the day goes until im really energetic right before bed. so now i know to do most of my teeth hygiene and any hygiene before bed

-i have two retainer cases, one goes on my nightstand and one in my bathroom. idk why but taking out and rinsing my retainer in the morning takes SO much energy, and it delays the time i eat breakfast by many hours. so its easier if theres a retainer case close to me when i wake up, and then i rinse it later. you can also just bring one retainer case from your room to your bathroom but i always forget.

-play a song while you brush your teeth so you can get HYPED and actually have fun. i also zone out while brushing and have a terrible sense of time so when the song ends its a signal that the two minutes are over and it has in fact been four minutes. you can stop. lokilysolbitch. babe. youre done. you can stop brushing now its been four minutes

Not a tip but just some information, sometimes genetics make ur teeth suck. some ppls teeth get cavities easier than others. if you do get cavities often even if you are brushing well its not your fault. i dont know for sure if its the same thing with gums but i DO know that the dental assistants don't believe i floss every day when they look at my gums and it makes me mad because i put so much work and energy into flossing daily. i also get so so so many cavities despite my best efforts and prescription strength fluoride toothpaste and i've had dentists say its not my fault, they have patients who never brush and still dont get cavities. sometimes teeth are just weird. ur doing a good job regardless

okay now miscellaneous hygeine tips

-sit in there. on the floor or in a shower chair. dont let society tell you that you need to stand for the whole shower or for any of it

-if the hot water makes you feel like you're going to pass out but you are stubborn, perhaps coordinate any parts of your shower that take more energy or more standing with cooler water, and use hot water for the rest of your shower. so like for Hair Wash Day when im putting shampoo and conditioner on, and when im scrubbing my body i keep the water cooler, and for most of rinsing and for the "sit there and contemplate" part of the shower i turn the depths of hell hot water back on

-if you are a super dry skinned person like me and you also cant shower daily, and if you can tolerate this, because it is a sensory nightmare, after your shower. pat dry yourself with a damp washcloth ( you can squeeze water out when it starts dripping and isnt actually drying anymore), and then immediately, while still damp, put on more lotion than you think you need, and then put ur pajamas/clothes on while the lotion is still in the process of absorbing into ur skin. yes it does feel gross and slug-like, but i swear my skin eats it up and stays (mostly) hydrated for DAYS. which is impressive considering, that my skin tends to start flaking and cracking ~10 minutes after putting on a normal amount of lotion. lotion application takes up a lot of energy for me so i try to do it at time that will make it last the longest. vaseline has non greasy/oily lotions, at least in their cocoa ones and those are more sensorily (?) tolerable for me. ive also had a really good experience with bath and bodyworks lotions which is very impressive because a lot of scented products give me hives.

-if you have sensitive skin and get hives/rashes around the inside of your upper arm, even if you don't get them directly in your armpits, you might be reacting to your deodorant. also you can suddenly become sensitive to things you weren't before. also you can be sensitive to one scent of a sensitive skin friendly product but be fine with another scent of the same brand. also it is possible to become suddenly allergic to scented laundry detergents. also it can take days to weeks for a rash to appear from a certain product (so if youre trying out new products, try one for like two weeks and then switch to a different one, so its easier to know which one doesnt work for you if you get delayed rashes). basically i am trying to save you from my experience of months of full body hives and struggles with finding what was making me react

there are probably more tips i have but i cant think of them and this is only partially proofread so dont mind any typos

for the record as someone who has a pretty poor track record with day to day hygiene stuff like skincare and flossing, stacking those two things has really helped.

I've got a 3-step (four steps if you count washing face with cold water first) skincare routine (it is probably in a bad order but i don't care sorry baby steps) that I intersperse with tooth care. So moisturizer one, then floss while that's drying down, then moisturizer two, then brush my teeth while that's drying down, then sunblock and that's it i'm done i'm off to do whatever.

If i can't do it first thing in the morning i can do it after lunch or before bed (though i skip the sunblock if it's before bed) because perfect (rigid schedules) is the enemy of good (flossing at least once a day and trying to keep my skin from cracking open).

[dyketectivecomics]

{{ Somebody else probably already asked, but I GOTTA know which parts of Bubbline you're predictably shuffling into the BabsRae! Is Babs... PB? Is it The Aesthetic^tm or is it THE DRAMA? (My education on Adventure Time is solely through osmosis when friends are watching it and my Tumblr dashboard.)

Y’all both qualify for a senior discount lmaooo god it’s really been too long since I’ve written for book ends 😂

and yeah zira you’ve p much got it!!! Like, okay, it really boils down to:

Workaholic, preppy in aesthetic, nerd in practice gal and a chill alternative girl who’s working through parental issues, have an Unspecified History, a ROCKY start to their relationship, but ultimately come to an understanding and soft affection for one another and!!!!! im a simple bitch!!!! i see two ladies who can complement each other in aesthetic & in personality and i go absolutely feral fjdlksa;

[carcinized]

Okay tell me the magic powers I wanna know

oh boy. theyre the magic powers of a) heightened intuition and b) weird coincidences like seriously what the FUCK

[warning for like. uhhh superstitious stuff, talk of paranormal stuff, just,,, weird coincidences??? yeah]

so heightened intuition is kind of what i consider the weird coincidences that could have been my subconscious mind putting pieces of information together and only sharing half the conclusion with my conscious mind. picking up on maybe four things i KNOW, then reaching a vague conclusion that turns out to be correct without informing me WHY.

for example, a few days ago my cousins and i were hanging out in the dark under the stars (we were camping, thats why i was gone!! :D) and kinda just hanging out and talking about life. which came to superstition and then being spiritual--my cousins use like. hippie crystals as placebos, kind of (this is a different story but essentially while they dont believe they have magic properties, they use them as ways to channel confidence, happiness, etc. consciously, if that makes sense). and my eldest cousin knows a lot about different types!!!

and she starts talking about how some of them are weird, and she says the word "moldavite" and all my hair stands on end and i WHIRL around to check behind me (nothing was there dw). she goes on to inform me that moldavite is the weirdest, most sketchy crystal--it's supposed to suck negative energy out of your life, and there are hundreds and hundreds of stories of moldavite rings breaking clean in half or disappearing or other things. when that happens, a bit negative thing seems to disappear from people's lives. but she made it sound sketchy as hell and sufficiently freaked me and my other cousin out, no weirdass hair on end needed!!!

why i consider this to be intuition, not fully a coincidence, was that she WAS going into the weird side of crystals, and she said that. why i consider it WEIRD is that my hair STOOD ON FUCKING END. which doesn't happen to me all that often anyways? when i get scared i cry, not get goosebumps. and the fact that i felt the need to look behind me, its WEIRD!!! its not something i know how to explain, which is why i say its more than just my brain being smart. i dont really call it magic, but it's something weird. and this happens a LOT.

another example of the intuition was when i was nine, my school took a field trip to mission solano. mission solano was a mission built by the spanish in california that essientally enslaved natives to the region and forced them to convert to christianity. hundreds died there. and i knew that. however, when they took us into the church to do a mini service to make it feel more authentic, i started silently sobbing through the whole thing. for no reason other than i was utterly terrified of some unknown menace. i also cried in the courtyard when we walked past plaques with the names of people who died. sobbed. no one else seemed affected.

i found out last december when i got into buzzfeed unsolved that the church is supposed to have a demon in it and the courtyard has had multiple spottings of a ghost of a bear in it.

THATS FUCKING WEIRD RIGHT IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THATS WEIRD??????

but it's possible that my brain put together hey!!! lots of people died here!! there could be restless spirits!!! thats scary!!! cry!!!! yk??? but theres that element to it thats just WEIRD.

anyways on to the full on coincidences i cant explain with ANYTHING. for example, when i was... hm, eight, nine, ten ish??? idk, but it was storming and i was taking a shower and the lights flickered a tiny bit!!! and i got all excited because i used to like power outs, and i got out quick and got dressed. as i was walking down the stairs, i hopped down from the bottom step to the floor of the hallway and sang "i hope the power goes ou-" and the power went out as my feet hit the floor and i said out. THATS WEIRD. THATS SO FUCKING WEIRD. like yeah it was stormy and i saw the lights flicker, but ON??? THE??? WORD??? AND MY STOMP??? WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. I DONT UNDERSTAND, UNIVERSE.

and i guess i cant prove any of those stories, but i have one ON TUMBLR. A FULL COINCIDENCE. I HAD LITERALLY ZERO INDICATIONS OR POWER FOR THIS.

so on august 2nd, i posted "pspspspsp tubbo you want to post your song to spotify soooooo bad ooooooooooo" at 3:08 pm PST. normal post right? well then at 8:31 pm PST that SAME DAY he posts "4:31 AM Update my song is done and im recording the music video strap in..." on twitter. blah blah yeah its fandom its cringe i dont CARE its fucking WEIRD ITS WEIRD???? not kidding just over five hours after i posted that he announced its done. thats WEIRD. THATS SO FUCKING WEIRD.

and then theres lots of other examples of this but in the interest of not making this post go on forever and ever we'll leave it here. i would say a coincidence usually smaller than those happens around once a day to me??? probably at least bsddsb

anyways that's my magic power :DD people seem to be creeped out by it but as long as i'm not having a really bad day with derealization i usually find it quite nice--the universe is so connected if only you let yourself find the dots. :]

[angelshits]

I know we are...

Scott imagine feat. Void Stiles

A/N: this one is in the third person hope you like!! --- You're Stiles little sister in the 7 Grade. You knew about Scott being a werewolf and Lydia and the rest of the pack. You knew about Void so to keep you safe from Void, you stayed at Scott's house which was perfectly fine with you loved Scott and Melissa, Melissa was basically another mother to you and Scott was basically your brother. Everything was going fine in your life until you were diagnosed with a rare heart condition when you were 9. you had to get a heart transplant but they said that if they did it when you were 9 there was a low chance of surviving, so they said they'ed do the surgery when you were 13.

Today was the day you had to go for the surgery. Scott picked you up at lunch.

"Hey Scotty" you said with a glowing smile on your face.

"Hey Y/N/N you ready to go to the hospital?" Scott asked while getting into the car.

"Can you believe it, my French teacher gave me work for me to do in the hospital" you complained

"Who do you have?"

"Madame Moreau" you mocked

"I hated her" Scott chuckled.

You got to Scott's house and you ran up the stairs to get your overnight bag for the hospital. As you got closer to the hospital, you started to get nervous. Scott took one hand of the wheel and put it on my hands to stop me twiddling my thumbs.

"You'll be fine Y/N there's no need to be nervous"

"How did you- oh ya you heard my heart rate go up"

"plus you twiddle your thumbs when your nervous, its very distracting" he said looking at you for a second, you giggled.

You and Scott got out of the car and walked into the hospital were you meet your dad, he walked over and gave you a hug and you hugged back.

"I'm so proud of you sweetie, everything is going to be ok" he whispered in your ear ,you smiled into his chest.

"I think you need that more than me" he laughed at your joke.

You separated when Melissa came up to you.

"You are scheduled for surgery in about an hour and a half Y/N" she gave you a reassuring smile. You just nodded your head.

"let's get you ready so" Melissa said.

"Question, what am i going to do for the hour and a half?"

"Well Scott has to go back to school and your dad has to go back to work soo, did you bring your iPad"

"Always" You made Melissa giggle which made you smile.

You got to your room and got changed into the gown Melissa gave you for the surgery, you sat on the bed and took out your french homework, you had to do every exercise in chapter 5 and 6 but you got it done in half an hour so you took out your iPad and started to watch Shane Dawson. Then the hour flew by and Melissa came into tell you your surgery was now.

---

Scott dot back to school with 30 minutes to spare he walked in and saw The twins, Isaac, Lydia, Allison and Kira all talking to each other.

"Hey Scott hows Y/N?" Allison asked

"Wait whats wrong with Y/N" Isaac was very concerned (Isaac was your best friend in high school apart from Lydia, Allison and Kira). "She's getting a heart transplant today" Lydia said with a smile.

"Anyway she's doing fine a bit nervous but who wouldn't be" Scott shrugged.

Scotts phone went off in his pocket it was from Melissa saying that she was going in now.

"Who's that from Scott?" Kira asked

"It's from my mom saying that Y/N going in now" just a Scott finished his sentence the bell rang.

---

It was 6 o'clock when you got out of surgery, you were still unconscious (obviously). Scott came into the hospital at 7 with food for his mom and he was going to stay the night with you.

"Indian?" Melissa asked with a smirk on her face.

"What else, What room is she in?" Scott asked while he handed the take out to Melissa.

"265" Melissa said while stuffing her face.

As Scott was walking to your room a nurse stopped him.

"Hey Scott are you going to see Stiles' sister?" the nurse asked.

"Yeah how did you know?"

"Because Stiles is in there waiting for you." the nurse said while walking off.

Scott's eyes widened as he walked down to your room it took him a second to progress what she said. Once he realized he started to sprint down to the room. When he got to the room he burst open the door to see Y/N still unconscious. He let of a sigh of relief until he saw the chair beside the bed was turned to face the bed and usually the back of the chair is against the wall.

"I guess you won this round of hide and seek" a voice said from behind the chair.

"don't go near her" Scott growled.

"I cant come to see my sister in hospital" Void said with a sarcastic tone.

"Don’t bring Y/N into this" Scott's eyes were turning red at this point.

"I wasn’t going to I just came to check on her"

"Bullshit Void"

"Would you rather I'd do this" Void took a step to the machine that was helping you get used to your heart and to make sure your heart rate doesn’t go increasingly high. Your heart rate started to speed up as Void got closer.

"STOP" Scott shouted.

Void stepped away and your heart rate went back to normal. Void was gone in a flash. Scott rushed to your side to see is he did any damage. He saw that Void did nothing and he slouched back in the chair.

---

Today was Saturday, the pack decided to come into see you. when Scott woke up you were already awake eating a chicken roll.

"Good morning Sleeping Beauty" you said swallowing the last piece of you chicken roll. Scott gave you a smile.

"Umm..... I knew Void was here yesterday. I heard everything" you said as you scratched the back of your head.

"What did he say to you when I wasn't here Y/N?"

"How he didn't want to hurt me and that he would try and 'protect' me, but I don't feel like I trust him" you put quotations on protect. Before Scott could say anything Allison, Lydia, Kira and Isaac came through the door with balloons and teddy bears.

"Hey Y/N! we brought you a few small things, well most of us" Lydia said with a loving smile on her face. You looked over at Isaac who was holding a massive teddy bear which was probably bigger then you. You just giggled.

A few hours went by you and Kira were talking.

"But the only good thing about this is that I have a sandwich for breakfast and ice-cream for the rest of the day something to do with keeping my heart cool or something i only really tuned in when the doctor said ice-cream." You and Kira chuckled. Scott, Lydia, Allison and Isaac where in the hallway disguising something.

"He was here last night" Scott told the others.

"why would he be with Y/N?" Isaac asked.

"He said he wanted to 'protect' her"

"Why would he want to protect her unless by protect he means torture her to get to Stiles" Allison interjected.

later that night Scott stayed with you he said to his mom that he would stay with you day and night just in case. You didn't really talk much you just watched movies and YouTube videos most of the time unless your iPad died then you would probably watch the american football with Scott or text your friends. But then that one night you really had no idea what was going on, you were basically high off pain killers nothing really made sense after a while of Scott videoing you to show you what you looked like when you were 'high' until your head fell back against the pillows and you were out like a light. Scott went out to get his mom food and for himself, When he came back to the room with his pizza you where gone everything, the heart monitor and your IV. Scott started to panic he called the pack to tell them what happened.

---

You woke up on a cold concrete floor, you were still a bit drowsy from the pain killers. You looked around but all you could see was grey concrete walls and floors.

"I see you finally woke up Y/N/N" he had a crooked  smile.   

"You may be in Stiles' body but you CAN NOT call me Y/N/N you got that!"

"Is that anyway to talk to your older brother" he walked up to you and squatted down so now you where face to face.

"Trust me I've said worse"

"Your Pain is delicious you know"

"You don’t scare me Void because I know my brother is still in there"

The back of his hand connected with your face at full force causing you to look over your shoulder. Void left the room and luckily there was a pocket in the hospital gown that you always have my phone in. Your phone wasn’t dead (thank  god) you called Isaac (cause you didn't have Scott’s number idk).

"Y/N/N thank god you called me we thought you where dead" Isaac rambled.

"Isaac I don’t Know where I am it's freaking me out it's some type of basement" you whispered. your breathing got faster.

"Y/N it ok just calm down your going to be ok" Isaac said.

"I don't think she will be Isaac her heart rate is going up and that’s not good for her if it goes up to high she can die-" he was cut off by Growls.

"She's not going to" You saw 3 pairs of blue and you imminently knew that it was the twins and Derek.

Your breathing got quicker the heart monitor was going crazy. You were having a panic attack. you saw the twins and Derekfighting Void then someone else came in but you were too focused on your breathing to calm yourself down. The person got closer to you realized it was Allison and Lydia coming to help you out. They helped you put one arm around Lydia and Allison's shoulders. As you got out you realized that you where in the School, you could still hear roars from fightingVoid. You couldn't take it anymore you had to stop to take care of you breathing. You slid down the lockers and brought your knees to your chest because this was the way you calmed down from panic attacks.

"Y/N listen to me you're going to be ok sweetie" Allison said to you and you nodded your head. You had calmed down and your heart monitor was back to normal. you stood back up and walked out you saw Scott and Isaac at the car. You heard the doors of the school fly open, you turned around to see Aidan, Ethan and Derek running out the twins hopping on the motorcycles and Derek getting in his car you got into the car with Derek and Scott. Derek was bringing you back to the hospital.

"Scott?"

"Yeah"

"I'm scared, I'm scared that I won't get my sarcastic brother back, we're going to get him back right" you looked up at him and a single tear rolled down your cheek. Scott wiped the tear away.

"I know we are".

[theexceptionnottherule]

September 3, 2020

I dont even know where to start. My life has completely done a full 360 and i feel like im stuck in park. From this pandemic to the government turning on itself to the passing of my beautiful grandmother none of it seems real at this point. It truly feels like a vivid horrendous nightmare. I keep hoping that i wake up and everything will be back to normal but as the days go on it sets in that this is my new normal. I usually say i embrace change but that is a total and utter lie i hate change or at least i hate change when im not ready for it. The abruptness both irks and scares me because it gives you 0 time to adjust and i have to just roll with the punches or get left behind. I so badly wish i could take off the rest of this year and hide and come out on new years eve. I feel numb some days and others i feel every single thing in the universe around me, like all my senses are heightened. I can’t believe my grandmother is no longer with us, it still doesnt feel real. It still hasnt hit me that shes never coming back, that that was the last time i would see her. I cant believe i even fuckin wrote that, that my grandmother is never coming back. That shes not going to call me on my birthday or be there for my wedding, graduation or for my kids. How is that even possible? Like that doesnt even make sense to me logically. Its like my brain cant connect those dots. I’ve never endured a pain like this before EVER in my life and im thankful for the last 29 years that i was protected from such agony. They say things get better with time but this definitely isnt the case for me as least for now and for what feels like a long time. I cant help but think of people like Ms. Colon who lost her only child, her daughter, Meg the Stallion who lost her only living parent, her mom and Vanessa Bryant who lost the love of her life and her daughter how they’ve maintained to stay positive, optimistic and bright, through this dark haze they are in.I feel as though they posses a level of calm that i am no where close to. How am i to ever really smile and laugh again, how am i supposed to feel protected in this big and scary world. She was the glue that kept us all together, she was the headquarters for our family. Eventhough she isnt presently here our family has never felt closer together. I love my family so much, the way we have come together during this time has truly shown our strength and i know she would be so proud. I would give anything to hear her voice or see her name pop up on my caller id. The love she gave me could never be duplicated not even by my little sister even though she is second place. My grandmother gave me unconditional love at all times, even when i wasnt appreciative of or even deserving of it. She never judged me or made me feel anything less than her sweet girl. She made me the woman i am today and i wouldnt have it any other way. My last living grandparent is gone and now its just us. I havent prayed nor spoken to God since everything has happened i feel as though im not ready for that conversation yet. Ive been wanting a change in my life because i have been feeling stagnant and stuck but never did i think the change would be this drastic, sudden or painful. There are so many things that i wish i could go back and do but time is a force that is constantly moving and i have to keep up with the pace. I wish the world would just stop spinning so i can just catch my breathe for once. Anytime i have felt stuck or needed a kick in the ass God knew exactly what i needed and how to give it to me. I just wish i was more prepared. The passing of my grandma has absolutely made me a softer, more forgiving, more sensitive, more compassionate, more understanding woman, its odd because i thought i had already possessed these qualities but now i am wayy more empathetic and sympathetic. The guard i use to have up to protect myself and block off feelings i didnt want to embrace (whether because i couldnt handle it or wasnt ready to face it) is completely gone, i feel so vulnerable and scared now. I feel a deeper sense of myself and feel more intuned to my emotions. I feel as though i dont know what my normal is anymore. Its like everything is up in the air now, i feel as though absolutely nothing is sacred anymore in this world, hell in this lifetime. Its like anything can happen at anytime and thats a very scary feeling for me. So much of my life has been predictable and regimented but now its like who knows what today brings. I wake up every morning almost flinching and bracing myself for a new day in 2020 because this year has been filled with soooo many unpredictable events. This year has tested me in soo many ways and it has shown me so much in these 9 months, things about myself, my circle, my relationships, my courage, my strength, my determination. I just wish i had time to just get away and recollect and recharge. I feel like as i approach this milestone birthday i am really starting a new chapter in my life. It feels like im officially on my own now and i have to get real serious about my future and which direction i want to take. While writing my grandmothers obituary i couldnt help but think of what i would want my own obituary to say. What accomplishments and milestones would be on there, what my family and friends would say about me, and who would attend. My grandmother eventhough she did not have many material accolades, she engrained in everyone she encountered the importance of family and love. Family and love are probably the two things ive had an abundance of and yet took for granted. Approaching 30 i now know that those are truly the only thing on this Earth that matter. How ive touched people and how ive made people feel is whats important in life, because that is what lives on after all your materialistic things are gone. I thought ive always been so grateful to have family but i now know that i wasnt, it just sounded good to say. I ache for my mother and her sisters who dont have either of their parents anymore and that all they have are one another. A sisterhood a bond unlike no other, they will forever be there for one another no matter what. They are literally all they have besides their children. The pain that i feel when i hear my mom say “now i dont have a mother” is shattering because i know she must feel so alone in this big world without her mom. I cant help but think about when my mom passes away how alone i’ll feel especially being that i dont have any siblings from her. But thinking about things like that wont do anything but cause me to be anxious, and i have to remember to stay in the present and make the best of the time i have now. I feel like a running theme for me has been starting over, i enjoy starting fresh i feel like it gives me a opportunity to try again. This is truly a new beginning for me and idk how to address it nor where to start.