#if any diabetics want to add on feel free

[strawberryyyenthusiast]

Diabetic Steve who is at a Dairy Queen with Robin after he went with her to an all girl punk band that’s she’s been wanting to see for years. Steve had been feeling weird all day but he didn’t want to bail at the last second because he knew that Robin would just cancel everything to take care of Steve.

(Steve would do the same for her).

Steve plops down into a booth while Robin goes to order them food. He pulls out his pod and winces when he sees his glucose level.

64 and going down. Not a good sign.

Just to be sure he pricks his finger and holy shit, he’s actually at 43. It’s at that moment, when Steve is wiping his finger with the alcohol wipe, that his phone decides to loudly beep to alert him that, “hey you’re crashing pretty hard and fast— take care of it soon!!”

Steve is rifling through his bag while Robin is already trying to rush their orders.

“Shit,” Steve mumbles to himself. “I’m out of fucking juice.”

His hands start to shake and Robin begins to freak out. Steve is always so in control of his diabetes, she’s never seen him like this. So, Robin does what any other person would do and grabs the largest blizzard she has ever seen on the online orders tray and runs over to her best friend.

“Here! Have this, I’m going to try to get you some apple juice!”

Steve just nods his head and slowly spoons some of it into his mouth.

“This tastes like shit, by the way.”

“You’re welcome, dingus. Now shut up and eat.”

The worker behind the counter comes over and starts talking to Robin after she sits in front of Steve. Steve can’t really make anything out right now since he’s trying to focus on making his hands work. But, he thinks he hears the mention of calling 911 and an ambulance.

Time passes a little slower after that. Steve somehow manages to get down enough of the ice cream that he is slowly rising again.

57 after he pricked. Thank god.

It’s at that moment that Eddie Munson, lead singer of Corroded Coffin, walks in. He went to his best friend’s, Chrissy’s, show and needed a pick-me-up after helping her lug all of her equipment back into their vehicle.

He goes over to the online orders tray and it’s empty. He doesn’t really mind waiting. He walks over to the counter and sees that the worker is extremely frantic as she sorts some shit out.

“Hey,” he starts, his fingers tapping the fake granite counter top. “Just checking, I’m here to pick up an order for Edmundo and it’s not on the tray. Do you know when it will be ready?” He flashes an awkward smile and the worker just points to the table behind him.

“We’re working on it. Your nightmare of a blizzard was needed for something else. Give us five minutes.”

Eddie nods and slowly turned around, where he sees the most gorgeous man eating his blizzard. Reluctantly, he might add. The man has on a light pink t-shirt and brown corduroy pants, thick lensed glasses sliding down his nose. The woman across from him was clad in funky colors and had a dirty blonde bob. She was talking extremely fast and gesturing with her hands a bunch.

Chrissy would love her.

He walked over and tapped the man on the shoulder.

“How’s my blizzard?”

He slowly looks up and Eddie is met with honey brown eyes and beauty marks for days. A straight nose and an angular jawline. Jesus Christ.

The woman looks like she’s about to say something, but the guy beats her to it. “It tastes like if a unicorn threw up in my mouth, but it prevented me from passing out. So… thanks.” He smiles. “I’m Steve.”

Eddie needs to become Steve’s husband immediately.

“And I’m in love.” He pauses and then sees the look of glee on Steve’s face. “EDDIE. My name is Eddie.”

“It’s nice to meet you Eddie. Are you free tomorrow?”

[darling-renyuu]

can this be a real thing? can it?

fic summary: living with kuni has been quite the experience. he still carries the attitude he developed as the balladeer, ordering you to do various stuff he can’t exactly do by himself. (in between therapy sessions with nahida, his schoolwork, and his part-time job as a barista, you’re often the one left at home with your “work-from-home” job.)

so you surprise him by finishing everything before he asks for it.

“[Name], can’t you throw out the trash? I’m leaving in a minute.”

“[Name], the dishes. My shift starts in an hour.”

“[Name].”

These are just some of the many statements you got used to at the start of your… cohabitation. Needless to say, Kuni has been stacked with things to do. Leaving some of the work to you.

“Ugh, they’re wasting my time. How hard is it to send your parts on time?” He clutches his temples, groaning. You set down a steaming cup of tea and a snack on his desk. Kissing his hair, you whisper.

“Take a break, Kuni. Starving yourself won’t make them move any faster.”

He turns to you slowly. Kuni scans your face, raising an eyebrow. “What’s gotten into you?”

You smile.

“Nothing,” you say, kissing his cheek next, “I love you.”

You feel his cheek warm slightly under your lips. Chuckling, you step away. Kuni stares at you as you exit his study, frowning with a flushed face. He shrugs it off as you being weird again.

He’s had a long damn day. Most of the customers ordered outrageous drinks again, and his head hurt thinking about how sweet the drinks would be. Add the cherry on top, their loud voices disturbing the cafe he works in. Once out of sight, he had rolled his eyes.

You all will get diabetes, idiots.

He approaches your apartment door, fishing his bag pocket for his keys. Kuni stares emptily into the door as he unlocks it. Ugh. I left the dishes unwashed before leaving. Guess I’ll have to-

His eyes widen at the empty sink, the plates placed neatly on the rack. The cups are all washed as well, turned upside down. He hangs his coat on a hanger, a warmth growing in his chest.

Rolling up his sleeves, he calls out. “[Name]? What do you want for dinner?”

Nahida walks with him, out of her apartment. “I think there’s been a very good improvement in your mental state, Kuni. I believe in you, and I know your partner does too.”

Kuni blushes hard, ready to refute when Nahida raises a brow. He snaps his mouth shut and grumbles. Nahida gasps, remembering something.

”Oh, I can’t drive tou back home today. Kaveh borrowed my car, so how do you plan on getting home?” She asks, her brows furrowed in concern.

He waved it off. “I’ll just get a taxi-”

A beep sounded behind them, and once Nahida caught sight of the vehicle, she smiled and waved. Kuni turned around, meeting the familiar sight of his love’s car.

You rolled down the window, grinning. “Hey, Nahida. How was Kuni today?”

Kuni stared at you, while Nahida’s smile grew softer. “He’s doing well! I think you’re helping him a whole lot, [Name].”

You smile sheepishly. “Aw, well. I’m doing my best.”

Kuni turns to Nahida, breaking out of his shocked stupor.

“I guess I’ll go home now. See you on Friday?” At that, Nahida nods.

“Yes. Stay safe, the both of you.”

He nodded, and got in your car. You waved goodbye to Nahida, before driving off to your house.

Somehow, you can feel Kuni boring a hole into your head with his eyes. You glance at him. “What’s up, love?”

“…Why are you doing this?” He asks, cautious. Your heart clenches, and you reach out to caress his hand.

“I was free today, and I figured you’d be tired. Is it okay that I picked you up, Kuni?” You asked, fully looking at him once you got to a stop light.

Kuni just stared at you, but then he gives a tiny smile. “…Thanks.”

You can’t help but lean over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I love you.”

“…I love you too.” Kuni whispers, not quite ready to look you in the eyes today.

At home, you both end up cuddling, telling each other about your day.

”Did you know, Kuni? My coworker accidentally sent a meme to our official company page. It was hilarious, seeing the boss send confused messages about the pic.” You laughed.

Kuni snorts, pulling your head closer to his chest. He pauses, and grabs your face in his hands. “But tell me, what’s the real reason behind all this?”

“What is… this?” You ask, curious.

He bites his lip. “Making me tea, doing the dishes, driving me home, hell. The house is spotless. Why?”

Your smile turns shy. “Well, I saw how tired you were getting. Between your work, your schoolwork, and your much needed sessions with Nahida, I know how busy you are. I don’t want you to feel obliged to do everything yourself. I’m your partner, baby. I want to make it easier for you, even in the little things.”

Kuni’s eyes widen as you speak, his gaze getting softer. He sighs.

”I’ll admit. This… this whole thing is new to me. So I was freaked out. I really thought, at first, that you were just doing all that because you needed something. But… knowing your intentions now,” he says, caressing your cheek. “I-Thank you.”

You turn your head and kiss his palm. “No worries, honey. I’ll be sure to make you feel loved and cared for, just as much as you make me feel the same.”

Kuni allows himself a soft smile, holding you closer.

“Stop being sappy.”

“Make me, darling.”

“Just…Stop giving me a new petname every second, [Name]!”

“Oh, I’ve got a lot more in store, sweetheart.”

Kuni pinches your cheek, and you let out a string of “ah, ow, ow, baby! ‘M sorry!”

He snorts, kissing your sore cheek. “Just go to sleep now.”

“Yes sir.” You smile, turning your head to meet his lips.

written by @/darling-renyuu. please do not repost.

[elsaellaelys]

Could you write something about the reader isnt feeling good so jj stays with her and they have a cute fluffy lazy day! Feel free to add whatever you think would fit! (Ps I love your writings🤍)

Lazy Sunday

summary: A headache forces Y/N to stay in bed and her best friend (and her secret passion), JJ, is there to help.

911 words

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

a/n: Oh my God, I was just thinking about a lazy Sunday with JJ! Thank you for the request, hope you like it! 😘

Ps.: It was supposed to be published this Sunday morning, but I procrastinated.

--★--

This isn't how Y/N imagined this Sunday to begin.

Of course Sundays are alwayd the that the pogues do nothing but hang out on the boat or just lay on the hammocks in the front of the Chateau. But yesterday was tough, full day shift at work and the Sunday she thought would be her salvation started as a nightmare.

The feeling of a heavyweight in her eyes was the first to hit, up and through her head now. She got up with eyes still closed, searching for the door of the room she know so well, JJ always let her sleep on the bed, even tought he claimed the room his, she always get to be comfortable and have everything she needs or wants, as the good best friend she loves, way much than she should. With the brain pulsing against her skull was very difficult to remember the backpack she left on the floor, hooking to her feet bringing her down right on the top of the blonde boy sleeping on the floor.

"Ow! Y/N! What the heck?" JJ yelled, Y/N answered with a long groan.

"Don't yell. My head is pulsating." she cried, opening her eyes a little, he was staring at her with furrowed eyebrows and worried blue deep eyes, his messy hair all over his forehead. "You want me to do something?" he softly asked, grabing her arms to help her sit, touching her face to look for any fever and putting her hair away from the sweat in her face. Her heart melt a little and she leaned in his touch, it made he want to take her pain away by putting her lips on his.

"No, I'll just go wash my face and drink some water, take some fresh air, maybe it'll help." He nodded, getting up to help her again.

"I'm okay, J."

"But you're hurting, I wanna help."

"Than get me a cold wash cloth."

It was done the minute she said, he gave her some cold water and insisted she should laid on the couch, she did, avoiding Pope on the other couch, JJ was right beside where she sitted, pressing circles on her temple. It was hardly 9 a.m. and Y/N felt herself slowly drifting to sleep, on JJ's shoulder. Him, although, couldn't find the strenght to sleep with the girl he is head over heels for looking so comfortable against him. He held her tight, carefully to not wake or hurt her.

Kiara arrived with sandwiches for the breakfast a little time after, JJ quickly shushed her, rolling his eyes at the look she gave him, she woke up Pope and went to wake John B. so JJ had to wake Y/N, upset for not being able to hold her forever. She snuggled more into his side, arms rounding him like he was a pillows, JJ felt his heart burn in his chest.

"You feel better? Wanna eat?" he asked, she nodded but didn't moved, his fingers nevet stopping running through her hair.

"You two stop with this sweet shit, I'll get diabetes. We're going out on HMS Pogue." John B. complained, mouth already full of bread and cheese.

"I'm a bit sick, so leave me alone." Y/N stuck out her toungue to the friend and turned to JJ, chin resting in his chest, his smell was so noticeable she felt like breathing in forever. "You'll stay with me? I wanna watch cartoons."

He laughed lightly. "Yeah, sure, honey." The nickname escaped, just like it always do, and they pretended it didn't happened, just like they always do, but their hearts twirled, just like it always do.

The pogues were out, JJ made sure to make everything extra perfect, as much comfortable as it could be, pillows, drinks and snacks, but he couldn't help but go a little nervously crazy cause it looked like a movie date, and she was right there, eyes so attentive to the TV screen, laughing at the Madagascar movie, it felt like a slap in his face, how could he be so coward, she was real, kind and sincere with him.

So perfect.

"Y/N." he called.

"Yeah?" she turned her face to him, they were sitting on the sofa, her legs over his lap.

"You okay?"

"Yes, the pain it's over. Actually is so good when the pain goes away after a good nap..."

"Can I..." He stopped her, but stopped himself too.

"Yeah"

"Nothing. I was just thinking that you're so pretty."

"Really? Thank you, J."

"Yeah, you are. In fact, you're the most beautiful girl I know, I really like you, like more than a friend and I was holping you felt the same so maybe I could kiss you."

It all came out like in one breath. Y/N couldn't smile more wide, but she didn't had words, just met his lips with hers, kissing him with happiness. He kissed her back, softly, just like the clouds he felt he was walking on.

"I do feel the same." she pulled back. "So that's your time to kiss me." he quickly chased to kiss her, holding her tight for the rest of the day, the TV long forgotten, just kisses, cuddling and talking, then eating yesterday pizza leftovers, sleeping the whole afternoon in his bed, tangling and disappearing into each other.

There's was no way Y/N would leave JJ and the bed that Sunday.

[hyperactivetransdrone]

Blog Intro

So after looking through several peoples profiles I noticed that introductory posts were pretty common (at least for nsfw sooo here we gooooo)

I'm adding this later on 8/18/24: If (majority) your content is s**sy and your DMing me to try to dominate me, Don't. While I don't mind people who do that/are into that being called that feels like a sexualization of my identity and ergo 1: I hate 2: is disgusting to me, I don't mind if you Identify as one or if you DO just wanna CASUALLY chat but please know that I won't and will never want that or say that word (with the exception of blocking tags involving it or here as a boundary) but if i need to it will be censored. I don't mind if you Identify as one and wanna follow me or anything or just wanna casually chat (or talk sexual just not... making me one to try to explain) feel free to I will NEVER kink shame regardless of how I feel so this won't apply to most people just a very very teeny tiny minority. I won't block you tho unless you cross a boundary or keep pushing, because I feel anyone who wants to read my content should be allowed.

I would also like to say, if you're going to delete your account please don't dm me, it breaks my heart every time

Hello I do not wish to give out my actual name online so you may call me Mz. Hyde (I stole it from the song by the same name by Halestorm) or just... my user-name-tag-thing (always forget what its called)

Outside of this post any posts in blue is rping as a slime-girl-queen-goddess-character. Feel free to send asks or responses directed at her. Her title is Queen of Slimes, The Slime Goddess, or The Slime of the Lake

As of posting this I am still brand new to Tumblr but am learning somewhat quickly sooo things may look A Little odd right now to the average Tumblr user but as soon as I finish learning the basics it should look fine.

Anyway:

18 so 18+ only please, (pre-hrt) Transfem, Bisexual, Autisic+ADHD, overall anxious/shy-ish, probably a switch, Lefty, Type 1 Diabetic (I require insulin to survive), Virgin [:(]

Majority of this blog will be kinky thoughts usually about being dommed or hypno because... I wanna try it. SOME is fantasy tho so keep that in mind (usually my reblogs)

If you are a dom looking for money, unless you are popular and have a good community on here or if you are a s**sy tamer (or whatever it would be called) please don't DM me, unless you just wanna casually chat and don't wanna dom me or if you do please respect:

I really don't like being called an s**sy and will give you one warning before I block you.

I literally have no way to pay you so please don't expect that.

Please read this first, or if I ask you to because otherwise that gives me a red flag in my head and I will probably block you. (Unless it's just casual talking but that's different than what I'm talking about here)

My proof that I take this seriously:

Kinks because that seems to be an important factor on making these types of posts/blogs: Transformation, Hypnosis, Dronification, Denial/Edging, Latex, Brainwashing, Bimbofication, Twinning, Dollification, Forniphilia, Exhibition

Things I enjoy but aren't kinks: Forced Fem, Praise, Good Girl (I'll add more when I think of them)

Limits or things that I will block you about: Human Waste, Blood, Physical Harm, IRL Identity Death (Fantasy is hot AF tho), Sissy (WILL BLOCK YOU), Findom (Unless we're in a romantic relationship), (and a few more I can't remember off the top of my head)

The reason for physical harm being a limit is mostly due to personal problems I've had with S.H. and because of that I hate reading S.H. or other stories or fantasies with physical harm or knifes. Fantasy Violence is ok though. (E.G. Pirates or like a battle between two warrior framed in a Fictional light.) Oh and also no needles. BIG fear of needles, for multiple reasons. Will go in depth if asked.

Finally a few final things about me/general questions:

This is my first Tumblr account that is SPECIFICALLY for NSFW things although I will occasionally post more SFW things but I do love music, video games, card/board games, RPGs/TTRPGs, creative writing, art.

What's your Favorite Color?: I don't have one but my fav combo is Hot Pink and Deep Purple, pretty much if you've ever seen those BIC octagonal see-through pens, those shades of pink and purple specifically

What kinda music do you like?: Power Metal, Rock, some Pop

What video games do you play?: Some Pokemon, Batman: Arkham, Smash Ultimate, Fallout, I can't really get online games yet so unfortunately I cannot play with anyone :'(

Is there anything specific you like about your kinks?: Honestly, in a vacuum I like dronification for productivity because I SUCK at doing anything productive.

The people who have sent questions about Gaza Support (i am broke but here are links to them i am just going to put their profiles for the sake of simplicity and nc some links i cant copy paste):

@ehabayyad23

@freepaleatine95

@mahmoudayyad

@esraayyad14

@ezzaldeens-blog

@foggyruinspost

@ahmed4palestine

@sspsworld

@fidaa-family2

@wafaaresh6

@mahmoudswierh2

@generousvioonanuttieyl

@nishverian

@ahmedalnabeeh11

@shinytastemakerphantom

@nohabed

@ahmaad860

@scentedtyrantmusic

@mahrahpalestine

@d-imtthal

@ayoosh-gaza

@kareem-family2

@save-fatma-gaza3093

@yazan-joud2

Tags to find non-reposts easier (Umm i ran out of colors so these will be bold):

#Random Thoughts, #Edging kink (for post horny thoughts), #Hornyposting (for horny thoughts), #Hydes eepy thoughts (for thoughts i have when sleep deprived), #Hydes Ideas (cool ideas i have), #Hydes Hypno Scripts (for Hypnotic Scripts I make), #Hydes QnA (QnA), #Hydes Depressed Thoughts (Thoughts I have when depressed), #Hydes Kinky Thoughts (thoughts I have that are just generally kinky but it's not hornyposting nor... I forgot what I was going to put here), #Hydes Hypno Scripts (My hypnosis scripts), #Slimeposting (Slime Queen RP posts), #Hydes loving words (to my significant other)

If I get any FAQ I'll either add them here or to a FAQ post.

I now have a sideblog for latex things that look perfect. That is an opinion and just a kink the person they are under the latex is, in my opinion, someone different so anything there that I call 'perfect' is just in terms of kinkiness NOT a reflection of the actual person. The blog is: @trans2latexperfection

If you read this far thank you for reading!!! :3

Blocked Users (i dont normally block people so these people are scammers or assholes, also will not be using @ s either here):

mistress-elizabethh - for calling me a s**sy twice, even after claiming to read pinned

[hannahhook7744]

got any coach Jenkins hc? i feel like we dont know much about him... just his relationship with the vks!

Someone does a survey to find out who the vk's favorite teacher is. The most common answer is Coach Jenkins (some from kids who never went to Auradon Prep). Not to say he's every vk's favorite. Just that not many (or any I can really think of) who'd not like him.

He takes his teams out for victory pizza.

He is one of the few people who can shut the heroes, villains, and sidekicks up with a single look (one that rivals Lady Tremaine's).

He is good with kids.

I read a fic once where Jay met his family. So I headcanon that Coach Jenkins has a husband and at least one kid because of it.

Ever wonder why we never see Mr. Deley after D1? It's because Coach Jenkins chewed him out when he found out about the mess with Evie (he also had Chad run laps at every practice until the season was over afterwards. Probably because he saw Lonnie's school of secrets web series not long before that).

I feel like he might have been abused/neglected as a kid or knew someone who was because he handled Jay (and Carlos) perfectly after their first tourney practice.

He loves his job and had a really good Coach of his own when he was younger who inspired him.

Coach Jenkins used to be apart of Auradon's big brother program.

He also once used to have a diabetic player on the tourney and fencing team so now he carries around a cooler with drinks and snacks at every practice and game.

His favorite colors are ironically the school colors.

He went to Auradon Prep when he was a teenager.

Also he's the jousting club's teacher and has known Ben since he was four because of that.

Coach Jenkins wasn't a perfect teenager (no one is, be honest. Everyone gets up to mischief) but he was always a good person. And unlike most Auradon adults we see, he's not a hypocrite and therefore isn't overly harsh to the kids when they fuck up.

He tries not to be judgemental when the adults fuck up but well. It can be hard sometimes.

He has a ton of baseball caps.

He was on vacation in d2.

He had a family emergency in d3.

Coach Jenkins remains in contact with many of his former students (especially Jay and Carlos).

He is friends and rivals with Tiger Lily (he went to high school with her).

He was a total hippie in highschool.

Can't dance at all.

Just wants absolutely all of his students to be happy and well adjusted adults, even ones like Mal and Evie that he doesn't interact with often.

Coach Jenkins used to have long hair.

His full name is Reese Alexander Jenkins (after his actor, Reese Alexander).

Man has a stress ball and lots of fidget/stress toys because he has a stressful job and his coworkers and a few of the parents certainly do not help that, thank you very much.

Also he was friends with Audrey Ramirez (Diego de Vil's mother and Milo Thatch's friend) too.

He's a bit older than Tiger Lily (in his mid 30s to early 40s).

Coach Jenkins has played videos games with the boys before.

Sometimes he has to stop himself from smacking his coworkers/the parents of the kids because they just make so many stupid decisions that it frustrates him. But he's excellent at self control so he's never done it.

He's a fun loving guy, like Jay, and way more laid back than his coworkers. But he doesn't play favorites with the kids and doesn't let them get away with everything because he knows that that will cause more problems than it will fix.

That's all that I can think of for now, sorry. Feel free to add!

[cyborg-empress]

A Type One Diabetic's List of No-Nos for Non-Diabetics

This is a guide for non-diabetics to better understand what NOT to do when interacting with type 1 diabetics. This is meant for educational purposes and is based on my opinion and experience. If any T1Ds want to add their own suggestions, feel free!

(Note: The things on this list probably somewhat apply to type two diabetics too, I just have no experience with that so I can't comment.)

Dear non-diabetics, please:

Don't make insensitive jokes. Saying stuff about "getting diabeetus" because you're eating too much junk food is really annoying and simply not how it works. Yes, my friends and I make dumb diabetes jokes, but that's because they've talked to me and know I enjoy specific types of jokes.

Don't act like it's my fault/choice. I didn't get diabetes because I did anything wrong. Nothing about my lifestyle caused me to get diabetes. I was born with it. Implying otherwise really pisses me off, especially if you act like somehow I deserve this.

Don't touch my tech. Please don't touch any of my diabetes technology without my permission. It's literally attached to me!

Don't ask for/steal my food. I'm totally open to sharing snacks, but not after I've counted the carbs and not if I'm eating it because I'm low! In other words, I might need that food for my health, so please don't take it!

Don't pity me and treat me like I'm less capable. I'm not. I can do everything you can do. Yes, the disease sucks. I appreciate empathy and you can totally be mad at it with me, but please, no pity. Just be understanding if I'm struggling or having a bad diabetes day.

Don't compare the things I don't eat because of my diabetes to your voluntary diet. When I say that I don't drink full sugar pop (unless I'm low) telling me that "you understand, you're not drinking it either because you're trying to lose weight" isn't helpful. I totally understand that you're trying to sympathize, but it makes me really frustrated because you get a choice and I don't, so it's not the same in the slightest.

Don't call diabetics "Cyborgs" unless you have their permission or they call themselves that. It's a common label because many diabetics have technology attached to them to help them manage their diabetes, making them, technically, part machine like a cyborg. Some diabetics feel like it's dehumanizing and makes them feel different and disrespected. Others, like myself, (it's literally in my username) fully embrace the title as an excellent and fun part of their identity. Make sure that you know how someone feels before you call them that!

Don't be afraid to ask polite questions! As long as it's not the only thing you ever talk to me about, I'm totally happy to answer questions about my diabetes. There is a lot of misinformation and misunderstandings out there and I would love to try and clear it up and share accurate information!

I'm sure there is way more I'm not thinking of at the moment, but the baseline is: be kind! Being diabetic isn't easy, but interacting with kind people makes it better.

Thank you so much for reading!

[thebeanofdoom]

Spreading the SoapGaz agenda

I've noticed a critical lack of SoapGaz content in the CoD fandom so I'm determined to fill that hole myself, even if it takes me ages. So, here, have some headcanons that I've made up in my little gremlin brain.

Gaz was the first to fall in love with Soap and he realized it while watching the Scot try and balance various items on a sleeping Price's hat without waking him up

Soap on the other hand didn't realize he was in love with his best friend until said best friend almost took another tumble out of a chopper if Soap hadn't lurched forward and pulled him back by the front of his vest, toppling them both back onto the floor of the chopper and making Gaz land on top of him

Cue the gay panic of having our pretty boy Gaz right on top of him, add to that a big dose of adrenaline and Gaz thanking him in a breathless voice and there you have it: one gay as hell Scotsman by the name of Soap McTavish

Neither of them wanted to confess for fear of ruining their friendship, but Gaz especially had a problem keeping his feelings for the Scot under wraps so he went to Price to rant and rave about how "He smiled at me when we sparred and it was so worth the fist to the jaw"

Price doesn't get paid enough to deal with this

It all ends when Soap forgets one of his journals on a table in their rec room, going off to do sth else and Gaz walked in and saw it

Now, usually Gaz would never look at Soap's journal without his express permission but the Scot had been extremely jumpy lately, whenever Gaz got too close to him while he was sketching Lord knows what, so he was a lot tiny bit curious

He quickly checked if anyone was around before picking the journal up and it flipped open on the most recent drawing

Gaz froze when he saw himself on the page, a simple black and white pencil drawing of his face in various angles, smiling, frowning, concentrated

Was this how Soap saw him? And then he noticed something scribbled at the bottom of the page and his heart damn near beat out of his chest

There, at the bottom of the page were what seemed to be song lyrics: All my emotions feel like explosions when you are around

"Gaz?" Said man startled as he heard Soap's voice behind him. He didn't even try to hide the journal in his hand, his heart almost beating out of his chest as he turned to the man of his affections

Soap's gaze dropped to the journal in Gaz' hand, specifically what page the other man had been looking at and flushed a very attractive shade of red

Soap tried to get out some kind of explanation but he didn't get far before Gaz stepped closer in big strides, grabbed the Scot by the shirt and pulled him into a kiss

"I like you too," Gaz murmured after they broke apart, resting their foreheads against each other and gazing into each other's eyes

"That's what I was hoping this kiss meant," Soap smiled

After that they became the sickeningly sweet couple that would give anyone diabetes from how disgustingly cute they were together (Ghost's words)

Price was just glad he didn't have to listen to Gaz rant about Soap's stupid mohawk that "the fucker somehow managed to pull off" or how sexy the Scot looked while lifting weights

To get revenge Price sat them all down and proceeded to pull out a safe sex lecture, including a powerpoint and free condoms

"No! Absolutely the fuck not! I got the talk from mah father once, never again!" Soap yelled, cherry red in the face and dragged a similarly mortified Gaz out of the room with him while Ghost cackled like a madman (he did grab the free condoms on the way out though :))

So, this kind of ran away with me and turned into more of a "getting together" ficlet but oh well, what can you do. I hope you liked it and if you got any other ideas for short fics, headcanons or otherwise CoD related shenanigans, come yell at me in my asks

[dalia-actually-drawing]

🍉CHARITY ART COMMISSIONS 🍉

If you want to help the people and animals of Palestine but don’t know how or are you looking for art of your OC / pet / favorite character / ect, please take a moment to read this.

From today for as long as I will be able to I will be taking traditional commissions, with 100% of the funds going straight to the charities and citizens in need.

HOW IT WORKS:

Spend at least 5 USD on an eSIM or donation to one of the causes linked below. (I may add more options later on. I add charities I made sure are legit ) The donation must have happened after this announcement was made.

DM me a screenshot as a proof on any social media I posted this announcement on. In your message include what character you want me to draw and optionally in what pose/outfit (Read my Terms of Service to make sure what I’m willing to draw and what you are allowed and not allowed to do with the finished artwork)

 Depending on the amount you donate the artwork you get will vary from at least a lined headshot to a colored fullbody with a colored lineart and simple shading. Every drawing will have a solid color background (You can specify which or I will choose for you)

If you have any questions feel free to message me

HERE ARE SOME OF THE CAUSES IN NEED OF FINANCIAL AID:

CARE FOR GAZA - Direct aid to displaced people in Gaza

MUTUAL AID DIABETES - Help Gaza’s diabetics receive necessary medical help

SALAM ANIMAL CARE - Help independent rescuer continue taking care of the stray animals in Palestine

eSIMS - Help people caught in the middle of this genocide connect with their families and the world. 

EVEN IF YOU CAN’T DONATE ANYTHING, JUST SHARING IS APPRECIATED. 

REMEMBER, DAILY CLICKS AT arab.org ALSO HELP.

[arctic-hands]

Long ass post about being a sick and disabled child with pediatric imposter syndrome and inattentive and flat out ableist adults ahead. It got ahead of me but there's nothing I want to cut. No I'm not putting it under a read more. Look at my post, boy.

I wonder if my childhood fascination with wheelchairs was based in the chronic pain and exhaustion I was feeling even by the age of seven.

In second grade we had a "disability week" (tho I wouldn't be surprised if they had called it "differently abled" but I can't remember for certain) where we had disabled adults come to speak to our (allegedly) able-bodied class and the school as a whole. The ones i remember were just explaining the disability and a simplified ways to treat it and things like it's rude to stare and such. Not too too glurgy in that out of context...

...but the memories about it are def tainted by the fact that any kid who was sick or disabled was forced to give presentations on their medical conditions to "educate and de-stigmatize" the students.

This wasn't part of Differently Abled Week, we were just forced to present when we just got diagnosed or whenever the condition got noticed by anyone. The first one i saw was in first grade as a fifth grader gave all the individual classes a presentation on her diabetes. I was forced to give one in third grade after I came back from being dramatically rushed to the hospital after my heart started beating so fast and hard that you could see it thru my shirt, and after about a week out of school in another hospital in the bigger city two hours away because my hometown hospital wasn't equipped to treat pediatric cardiac problems. My third grade presentation on supraventricular tachycardia was well-received, and the school was sympathetic because all my classmates and teachers were like omg this angelic little child has a heart condition and everyone was scared that I might die 😢

... Next year's fourth grade presentation on I Shit Too Much Disease was less well-received, even as I tried to self-censor the inherently disgusting details. To add to that, my SVT had been corrected (for a few decades, it appears to be coming back after 2) by an ablation in late third grade, so the Scary Heart Explodey (not really) Disease had been tied up neatly and I was free to live as a Normal Child. But Crohn's disease was something else, something relatively new to the lexicon in the early millennium and I constantly had to explain my health to strangers as the unwilling IBD Ambassador of the town. This would be and still is life-long and particularly hard to treat (my Crohn's was once compared to brittle diabetes in the way it never did and still doesn't respond to treatment), and the sympathy of the ableds is fickle and short lasting. Even just a year after my Diagnosis, my teachers stopped caring WHY I was missing school and sleeping all the time and in the bathroom too long and only saw these as delinquent behaviors to be punished, and my classmates no longer had sympathy for the perceived special treatment I barely got and were convinced I was faking it all for attention

Anyway I'm digressing, but I did need to feel the need to give context to my school's attitude towards sick kids. Back to Disability/Differently Abled Week

...We were allowed to play with mobility aids. Yeeeah. To de-stigmatize of course, totes not to keep us occupied. At one point we played with wooden beads of different shapes to make "hearing aids" and microphones in the style of the day, and each class was allowed one wheelchair, two sets of crutches, and a few arm slings for kids to be assigned to use for half the day.

I had seen these before. There were only a few sick kids in my school and none in mobility aids, but 7 year olds do have some life experience in being in the outer world, and my hometown was a city and not insular, so I had been exposed to disabled people before. My grandmother's best friend was an old lady with a basic prosthetic foot and used a cane, and she was patient and i daresay a little proud to show it off when i was really little and we'd go to have tea/hot chocolate with her and i stared in fascination and asked innocently offensive questions. At seven I hadn't been diagnosed with SVT or Crohn's yet and my intense and agonizing leg pains had been dismissed by my pediatrician as a hysteric and melodramatic little girl's response to "growing pains" (I've stopped growing but still feel them, I'm just used to them enough after thirty years that I barely notice them unless my legs are touched). I knew about broken bones and as someone who still had potent memories of toddler ear infections that were bad enough to send me to the E.R, I had even taken a few rides in wheelchairs.

But being in a wheelchair constantly was a new experience for me, especially as this was a manual wheelchair that you pushed yourself with the big wheels in, not the hospital kind that nurses push for you. The thought of never having to use my legs was an intoxicating thought, and I had childhood delusions of being strong and muscley enough to be able to handle maneuvering it with my scarily emaciated noodle arms.

Aides were assigned by last name down the list, and the teacher just arbitrarily decided which one you'd get. My last name is fairly down the list, so I waited the better part of a week to get assigned, all the while eyeballing the wheelchair enviously as my classmates assigned to it got to play disabled in it. I wondered how to pop a wheelie in it (for the record, my immediate reaction to being given roller skates on my fourth birthday was to immediately try to do a trick jump off the porch and landed hard on my ass with miraculously intact bones and face). But mostly I was fascinated by the thought of never having to use my legs for an entire half a day. I kept my composure at school so not to be labeled a crybaby, but by the time I got home I sometimes couldn't even focus on Pokémon because my legs were too agonizing and I'd be crying. My parents were sympathetic enough to my leg pains that they bought me hot water bottles to sooth my knees and tried to get me to take my mind off it by meditating the pain away (I'm too bipolar to focus in meditation even then but everyone's reaction to my bipolar is another long ass post in the making). But they didn't care enough to advocate for me against my pediatrician, even as he ignored all my other dramatic symptoms that were beginning to become un-ignorable. It took until my heart emergency for any adult (ily Dr. Stein, my pediatric cardiologist who immediately realized I needed more help than just for SVT) to notice the misery I was in and get me the right help (ily Dr. Maizle, my first pediatric gastroenterologist and the only one who actually listened to me when i said some of the meds felt worse than the disease).

Anyway I was assigned crutches when my name was called and i nearly did finally snap and cry at school. Nearly. And the crutches (basic under armpit ones, not forearm crutches) sucked. They were painful in my armpits, they weren't adjusted to my height properly, and I fell a few times because I was trying to swing both my legs at the same time because BOTH my legs were in constant agony and I was trying to alleviate my body's pressure on them both. I had a miserable time "pretending" to be disabled, but I was the only one who complained about the crutches and so I went ignored, setting up the theme for my childhood.

This fascination with wheelchairs stuck with me and as I became a bigger kid and my body just piled on more illness and pain, but despite all that my legs were technically functional so I kept my yearning for a chair quiet for fear of being offensive (didn't know what appropriation meant back then but that was the feeling) and an actual attention seeker like my classmates accused me off. Sure, I was sick and constantly in pain, but at least I wasn't actually "stuck in a wheelchair". Could be worse. At least it's not cancer, after all.

It got to the point that by middle school i was having idle fantasies about being grievously and dramatically injured to the point I lose my aching leg(s) and thus was finally granted a wheelchair. In my darkest moments I wondered how much pain doing it myself would be in the moment, but the thing that snapped me out of crippling (I use that word deliberately) myself was that I genuinely love the feeling of sand beneath my feet and the way beach sand (I wouldn't see the ocean until my twenties, but the artifical lake we went to had sand) felt in between your toes and how my feet didn't ache so much as the hot sand conformed around them. I still kept this quiet because I knew it was crazy and was beginning to realize that I as a whole being was crazy, but I didn't want to be treated as crazy so I kept my fantasies secret.

I've lost the point I was trying to make as I ramble on about these physically painful memories but I'm going to end by saying lmfao I've been using a cane for my pain (to not great success tbh) and have been told I'll prolly need a wheelchair in the next few years. My trepidation about this is totally devoid of any "be careful what you wish for!" karma and everything to do with how infamously inaccessible the Atlantic Coast of the United States is for mobility access. The buildings are all old and pretty and no one wants to ruin the aesthetics of the rowhomes and the shops (except the liquor stores, make of that as you will) don't want to put in the money to add or replace the stairs getting up to the shops with ramps.

This is really dumb even before I started using aides, because EVERYONE can use a ramp while only SOME people can use stairs. And that's not even the end of it, if you manage to get into the shops the aisles are too small to get even a folding chair in between, and no one wants to put in the extra work to rearrange the store to cater to those seeking "special treatment". For years I thought the A.D.A had a grandfather clause that said historical buildings didn't have to adapt unless they renovate and that's why the older cities on the East Coast are the way they are. Nope, that clause doesn't exist. But no one is willing to enforce the A.D.A except SOMETIMES for federal buildings. Even some medical facilities are on stairs with no ramp. Baltimore IS in the middle of a years-long A.D.A lawsuit, but it's only for the absolutely abysmal sidewalks that prevent wheelchairs from going over them at all and makes it treacherous for canes and crutches. I see people in wheelchairs on the road more than I see them on sidewalks because it's the only way to get a wheelchair to move. Baltimore drivers are legitimately and legendarily terrifying. I wouldn't even want to ride a bike (were I still able) in the bike lanes, let alone wheel myself IN a major road. This is going to be a terrifying experience here, unless something very much changes and soon. But will the abled leaders care enough even if they're under lawsuit? I don't feel optimistic. But what choice do/will I have? It doesn't HAVE to be hard, but it WILL be because ableds don't care enough to make even the slightest change to make it easier for EVERYONE if it takes even the slightest bit of effort. See: their collective response to covid

[voidrulerora]

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[operationmorewhitecollar]

Holiday Grab Bag

Gosh, can you believe it's almost December already? It seems this year has flown by. But that just means it's about time for another OMWC creative event! As always, we love creations of all sorts, so write a story, draw a picture, make a video, drop a rhyme, record a podcast, or anything else you can think of; we love them all!

This year, we're doing things just a little bit differently, though. We've got a month's worth of prompts up for grabs (1-31), but it's a secret grab bag--you choose a number, and we'll give you a prompt. Just send us an ask or DM with your chosen number. (Please make sure you don't ask anon, so we can reply directly to you.) We're hoping we'll get takers for all 31 prompts, and if we get even more requests, we'll add some extra choices, scramble the numbers, and start over again.

We're going to do our very best to keep the list up to date in real-time so everyone knows which numbers are still up for grabs (we're marking off the claimed boxes with Santa), but there could be some obvious logistical challenges to that. So when you send your request, please send your top THREE number choices, and we'll send you back your prompt(s). Everyone is definitely welcome to submit multiple entries, but as we begin, we're going to ask you to claim no more than two at a time, so when you send your number request, let us know if you want 1 or 2. You can always come back for more after those are filled!

Also, we'll be making a small charitable donation of $5 for each of the first 31 entries we receive. We'll be splitting the contribution between The Trevor Project (an organization important to Matt) and the American Diabetes Association (an as-yet-undecided organization important to Tim). (We've reached out to ask him and are hoping to hear something back soon; we'll update as soon as we know.) It's our chance (and yours) to have a little fun and give something back, too.

A few more details:

The prompt numbers don't have any relationship to the days of the month; post/share any time in December.

An AO3 collection will be created within the next couple of days, but it will be unrevealed until December 1. Feel free to add your works whenever you'd like.

While the prompts are definitely winter/holiday-themed, you're free to interpret them in a non-holiday manner if you wish. (That might be a little harder for some of the prompts than others!)

Really, the prompts are open to any interpretation--fluff, angst, gen, ship, SFW or not, etc. Whatever way the prompt speaks to you works for us.

When you share on your socials, please be sure to tag us/use #WhiteCollarGrabBag.

We really didn't mean to make this so complicated! Basically: pick a number, get a prompt, create something!

We can't wait to see what you come up with!

[fiendishactsatdiabolicalprices]

fuck you tumblr

with that out of the way, hi. here's a medkit i threw together out of the stuff i have in my household supplies. these are australian products and i took this like, two months ago to post on private and forgot to share here.

honorable mentions missing here are bottled water (important for rinsing wounds clean of debris and substances of skin), package of bandaids (for small wounds that can be easily covered), and a tourniquet.

a friend of mine was great enough to give me feedback on the kit (it's good, just needs identifying on where to store it while protesting and what else needs to put in), and suggested:

compressed gauze

powderless nitrile gloves

masks because you're going to be in crowds of people and god fucking dammit nobody takes covid seriously

and, the tourniquet.

and one that i suggest with high caution:

any essential medication the twelve can not try and pin you for. if you get pulled to the side and have a restrictive practice object on you, they'll try anything.

A quick note about the makeup pads I will go over in the item description after the image: alcohol swabs are for cleaning, not drying. the makeup pads are what you use to dry the wound. i've suggested makeup pads here because they're all around applicators, generally inexpensive, and compact.

Storing your medkit: have a designated medkit carrier. if you have to carry semi or fully restrictive medications, or have a lot of people therefore a lot of supplies, or feel as if that might slow you down, store it in your vehicle so you both have a medical station AND a safe place to keep it. most people have a first aid box in their cars nowadays- it's not unusual, and they cannot fucking arrest you for having one in there.

Regular medkit checks: Before the protest, make sure your consumables are still within their expiries. Swap out old medication, put in new stuff. Disinfectant also spoils over time. Make sure single use things like bandaids, swabs, blister packs for pain management aren't broken or opened to expose the contents to outside elements.

Allergies and intolerances: Before you meet up for the protest, ideally, is when you make sure you have your medical bracelets on your person. That way if something happens to cause you to be unable to speak or communicate effectively and a person you do not know tries to give you treatment, they can determine whether you can or not receive particular forms. Common bracelets have penicillin, and diabetes, but can be engraved to have any ailment on them. Look out for a medical bracelet, necklace, or any other form of ID when giving treatment to an unresponsive person.

feel free to add whatever you want to this post, but be constructive about it. this is for palestine, sudan, bali, the congo. this is for rioting against oppression and genocide- not rioting for.

[Image ID:] General use household items laid out against a beige tablecloth. There are edited in numbers to identify each object. Please ignore the quantity text- .

1: Bandage clasps/bobby pins. Carry as many as you want, important for fixing wound covers.

2. Alcohol swabs. Good for quick cleaning of wounds.

3. Makeup pads/ tissues/ anything good for cleansing and packing wounds. These will take up room in your kit, but are worth having.

4. Antiseptic ointment. Needed for things that look infected. Good for awkward placed wounds that need to be disinfected.

5. Liquid disinfectant. Much stronger than the ointment, can be used to disinfect wounds. Also much better for disinfecting equipment.

6. Bandages. Used in conjunction to your clasps and bobby pins. Watch a few videos on different limb wrapping techniques, practice on yourself or a friend. Get them to do the same to you. Medium crepe is recommended for general purpose woundwrapping.

7. Paper tape. Used for packing down wound dressings from under the bandage.

8. Bars of soap. Useful for unsticking zippers, and can be used to clean equipment and clothes. Incredibly useful.

9. Aspirin and other pain managements. Ensure you have an alternative to penicillin products- very common allergy. Would not carry more than one sheet per person for obvious reasons. Avoid taking very strong pain managers that can be both confiscated as dangerous drugs and pin you for assumed trafficking.

Not included: bottled water (for rinsing, drinking, cleaning) and a tourniquet (i hope you never have to use this in a protest, but you can never be too careful), as well as a box of disposable masks. A plastic bag or two would not be harmful, either.

[ciaossu-imagines]

How do you think Yata would react to finding out his daughter is pregnant with her husband’s child? Because sure I have an idea but I would also really like your take on it.

Okay, but I’m so flattered that you want my take on things that you already have solid ideas on. And this is a really cute, interesting request, so thank you so much for sending it in and I hope the headcanons I had on the subject are interesting!

Now, just because you say husband, that does kind of influence my thoughts on this because I do think that Yata’s reaction to his daughter’s pregnancy would change drastically if she was unmarried versus when she is married and settled down. When his daughter does get married, even if Yata is of the opinion that she got married much too young (Yata would have preferred that she wait for a more reasonable age to get married, like when she’s fifty or sixty and he’s old and grey and senile or better yet, dead – she can stay with them until then and he’d have no problems with it), he is really going to realize, even when he doesn’t want to, that she’s no longer just his little girl but that she is someone’s wife and he will make his peace with knowing that, like any married couple, they probably are having sex and will probably go on to raise a family of their own.

I do think his first reaction to his daughter and her husband announcing their pregnancy is going to be mild shock and a little bit of outrage. He just thinks they’re so young and that they aren’t prepared enough to have kids quite yet. Are they even aware of how much work a child is? How expensive a child is? Are they financially stable enough to even afford to have a child? All of those thoughts are going to go through his head and because Yata does have a lot of trouble, no matter how old he gets, in not blurting out every thought that goes through his mind, he will of course end up saying all of those things to his daughter and her husband and it’s very likely that there will be an argument and that his daughter would end up feeling like he wasn’t supportive of her and that he wasn’t at all excited about his potential grandchildren.

But it’s really not that. It’s just that Yata really is worried about his daughter. He’s worried that his daughter and her husband aren’t able to financially support themselves and a baby and he’s not sure if he and his partner can afford to support them. He remembers struggling just to afford diapers when his daughter was really young, remembers years where the only Christmas gifts he and his partner could afford for his daughter were given to them for free by other people and how incredibly hard that was for him and his partner mentally and emotionally. He can remember the times when it came to either affording to feed his daughter or to pay a bill…he remembers all these things and he’s so scared that his daughter and her husband are going to end up going through the same struggles and that there won’t really be much he can do to stop them from feeling that pain.

Add to that the fact that Yata gets really uncomfortably nervous and scared around pregnancy in general. It didn’t matter whose pregnancy it was – if it was someone he cared about and they were pregnant, he was a mess kind of worrying about them the whole time. It would be especially bad if there were any kinds of complications to the pregnancy, especially his partner’s pregnancy. There’s just so much that can go wrong, and there is potential for danger both to the baby and to the person carrying it and he’s scared for his daughter. What if something happens to the child she’s carrying? What if there’s a miscarriage? What if there’s complications during labour? What if she develops gestational diabetes or any other medical complications? What if there’s issues with the baby developmentally or it turns out the child would be born with a disability? Like, there’s just so many risks and so many unknowns that pregnancy does freak Yata the fuck out and it just increases the worry he’s feeling.

I do feel like he would eventually come around to accepting his daughter’s pregnancy quite soon after they announced it. He just needed time to really work through his initial panic and it would really help if his daughter and her husband did understand his reaction and were able to kind of help him see that they were able to support the child and that they were taking the pregnancy and the change to being parents really seriously.

That being said, he gets easily pissed off at his daughter and her husband during her pregnancy if they end up doing things that he considers unsafe. Nobody is allowed to smoke around his pregnant daughter, she’s not lifting anything heavy, even if she is more than capable of doing so, she’s mostly just supposed to sit and relax and take care of her health according to Yata and he’ll really get after her husband if he doesn’t feel like the man is taking good enough care of his daughter during her pregnancy or pampering her enough.

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I posted 335 times in 2022

134 posts created (40%)

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86 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

#4

Ankle Braces

So I was commissioned by a Patron of mine (Jackie) to make ankle braces that matched my wrist braces.  Such a good idea, so here they are! Thanks Jackie for the idea and for being so awesome! :)

BGC

unisex teen through elder

tagged for all occults

tagged for all outfits except retail, career, nude, sleep, batuu, situation

disallowed for random

found in the socks category

3 swatches; both feet, right foot, left foot

only in black and with the same texture as my wrist braces

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#3

Diabetic Set Pt. 2 (Public on 11/17/22)

So it's finally here! Part 2 to the diabetic set I made a while back here.  This is just a small set that includes a glucometer, test strips, and a pack of needles. 

All:

BGC

Found under: decor -> clutter

one swatch each

low poly (300 or less)

properly tagged

that's it I think?

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These have no function, just decoration.  If you'd like to recolor or add function like with a mod or something, go for it, just give me some kind of credit. Thanks!

If y'all have any questions, never hesitate to message me! :) 

Have fun and stay safe <3

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96 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

#2

Diabetic Set, Part 1

It's finally here! Well, a part of it is.  I want to do more disability/accessibility cc, and this is the start! :)

This is just a simple little set with an insulin vial, an open box of insulin needles, and closed box of insulin needles.  

BGC

all three have custom thumbnails with a sunflower on it

not usable, just deco

Decor -> Misc, Bathroom

all three meshes and textures were made by me; feel free to recolor, use them however; just credit me please. :)

That's it!  If you have any questions or find any problems, please message me any time! :)

Have fun and stay safe! <3

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Found a whole bunch of vegetarian and vegan food for my partner and kid to have this year again and each year it’s getting so much better for this! The embracing of diet which isn’t just slabs of meat everywhere is wonderful and has needed to happen for many years. Not everyone can cook a vegetarian meal from scratch! And come ON, party food? Hello??? It was rarely stocked out here in the countryside like it was more so in the city. I’m glad I could do this for them. Vegan tempura nests? And things like faux king prawns and all kinds of things! Vegan turkey? Wreaths? No pressure for nut roast and biscuits or fkin nothing (exaggeration but not really). I’m seeing dozens of people queuing at the Butchers and is that because they wanna or is it because they think they have to? Or what?

I’m not strictly vegetarian and anyone that makes the excuse that they’re not vegetarian so “can’t” incorporate decent vegetarian food into the holiday meals are just being lazy aha, you’re eating half a plate of vegetarian food which lets be honest, it’s pretty lame I mean potatoes and sprouts, sprouts being one of the most famous gross vegetables available😂.

“I don’t get people who decide to go plant based and then buy food that looks like meat”, well, why do people who eat meat buy food that doesn’t “look like meat”? Because a sausage sure doesn’t look like a pig. Likewise, why? Just because you don’t want to eat an animal, doesn’t mean you don’t get to be allowed to enjoy the taste, aha. It allows people to still eat it without needing to eat an animal and not enjoying that aspect. Intolerant meat eaters complain a lot about the “nasty taste of vegetables” then get aggy about people otherwise enjoying the taste more than a plain carrot (for example).

There’s so many delicious foods out there that don’t require incredibly expensive cuts of meat with everything! It just irritates me sometimes how OTT people go when it comes to eating meat unnecessarily? And how rude some get towards anyone does anything else. There’s never a need for the whole table to be full of meat food and upset faces of people who don’t eat it once again going without. 😩 Season of family and friends though right? 👀 It’s not hard to be selfless and incorporate plant based options for people, it isn’t! I am the minority for eating meat in my little family, I don’t eat much but it all works fine! Nobody is ever left out. I don’t get the flat out refusal to try. It’s not just often vegetables with no seasoning on which is what most people will only add on the side of a steak as it is?

It’s not hard to Google what to do either if you don’t know, or dare say it, ask. This isn’t just with vegetarian/vegan food, this is having things to hand for a plate of food for anyone with a different diet to you that you’re inviting. Diabetic, allergies, dishes which respect their faith if they’re wanting to come over to respect yours or your traditions as well, the least you can do is return it. If you can’t afford it, say they are free to bring their own food that they know they can eat or would like to, so everyone can sit down comfortably and have a meal and enjoy themselves rather than old school culture of feeling forced.

I love ketchup on loads of food. Roast dinner included! It makes everything nicer for me and even more so when I used to dislike gravy as a kid but I got endless comments about it. It doesn’t matter! It’s a time to enjoy a treat, and food we love, like any other holiday or special occasion. That’s the point. Stop making people uncomfortable excluding them!

Happy solstice for the 21st as well~ and a good autumn and winter for any other things people were doing during this time. 🍵

Share what you got up to if you like, I’d love to hear it, in my comments or ask box! Or, what you enjoyed eating for a treat or for any religious holiday you’ve engaged with. Have a lot of fun and also if I don’t get chance to say it before, Happy New Year!

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Some People Have Got Their Theories

[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

“My, I believe this is the first time I have been invited to your hive for a casual lunch, no?”

Viltau stood in Velour’s living room, taking in the sights of the cuspblood’s apartment he normally was not able to see for too long. Velour did not have guests over often (prior to Jamie deciding to make himself at home on multiple occasions), and whenever the indigo was previously invited over he was quickly ushered upstairs into the sewing room to try on the outfits he had ordered. It was not out of any dislike for company, but rather that Velour had always felt so pressed for time that he had no desire to entertain for free.

It was not as if Velour’s hive was in poor condition, either. A lovely penthive suite with a twisting staircase to the upstairs loft, and floor-to-ceiling windows along the outer wall with a perfect view of the cityscape. The decorations of the hive would not look out of place on someone’s Instagram feed, perfectly curated to look luxurious yet homely as part of the background of his videos, yet with very little indication that someone actually lived here. Fairy lights were perfectly entwined around the staircase railing, throw pillows and a rug artfully decorate the couches in the centre of the room, and a few aesthetic fake plants were strategically placed to add colour. The only signs of individuality was the shelf of Velour’s ball-jointed dolls (which Viltau could not help but notice their accessories taking on a futuristic flair that seemed to have been a gift from someone else), and the corkboard above his computer desk with various letters and artwork pinned to it. 

And, of course, the frazzled-looking kitsune troll attempting to replicate Viltau’s preferred coffee order in the kitchen.

“Is it, ah, really this much sugar?” Velour said incredulously while continuing to drop sugar cubes into the mug. 

Viltau nodded, then held up his hand to signify for the other troll that the sugar-to-coffee ratio was adequate. He picked up the mug from the bench, and took a sip while the other troll began to pour his own coffee. White with one sugar, a much more sane preference to the diabetes-inducing mug in the indigo’s hands.

“So, what is the occasion? Although, if I had to guess, you must have invited me over because you still do not wish to be seen in public while travelling to my hive, no?”

Velour looked sheepishly away, and Viltau knew his assumption was correct.

“Well, I can visit Jikiro because he set up the portal like he has for you, but I know he’s busy, so I don’t want to bother him too much. I just… You know, it’s risky. I’ve been keeping track of every online source I can think of, and she still hasn’t made any moves, so…” He trails off, not knowing how to finish the sentence.

He was also not fully telling the truth, but he didn’t want to explain the envelope still sitting on his computer desk.

“I see. It is quite the predicament, indeed. For someone who claimed to be in love with you, she sure is quite awful at showing it! But, I suppose that is the nature of loving the shadow of a personality, one’s idea of you is far more important than you, the person.” Viltau took a seat on one of the stools at the kitchen bench, cradling the coffee in his hands. “And, when you the person no longer resembled her idea of you, the inability to reconcile that was far too much for her to bear. It would be pitiful, if her methods weren’t so reprehensible.”

Velour solemnly nodded, and sipped at his own cup of coffee. He’d been drinking too much of these recently, they helped to stave off the exhaustion from being too tired to sleep. 

“I know. I mean, I know I shouldn’t, but… I still feel sorry for her. She said that I was the only one who cared about her, so she must have been really lonely.”

Viltau gave him a look, but said nothing. There was no use in pointing out the insanity of sympathising with his assaulter. Velour had always been paradoxically so self-centred yet lacking in agency, and hearing his discussions with their other two friends only made that clearer. Such is the woe of being a celebrity for the common folk, he supposes.

Velour had noticed that look, and glanced away. He knew he was being ridiculous, especially after Jamie and Jikiro made it very clear what she had done to him was wrong, but it’s hard to not feel bad for those who must be hurting. He knows what it’s like to feel alone, too.

“So, have you decided your plan of action? I cannot imagine that you would have much time left, if she is as vengeful and as scorned as you have lead to me believe,” Viltau’s tone was level, addressing the seriousness of the situation in the same way one would talk about the weather. He never seemed overly bothered by anything that happened to cross his path.

“Well… I think I have some ideas. I know that she’s going to go public eventually, so it’s just a matter of when. I’ll need to focus on maintaining my image first, and putting out my side of the story as soon as possible. But I also don’t want to be, well… Too harsh, or unintentionally rile up my fans if they think I’ve been slighted. I mean, I don’t think they will, but they could get violent. So, I guess for the time being… It’s business as usual? Or the best it can be right now, I’m lucky I have a backlog of videos to post to keep to my upload schedule.” The cuspblood smiles, but it’s a weary one, lacking confidence in his own plans. “Jamie also suggested I slow down a bit, and announce that I’m working on something new behind the scenes to justify my lack of content. But, do you think people might get suspicious? That’s what I’ve been, ah… Worried about.”

“Perhaps they will,” Viltau shrugged, sipping at his coffee. “But, I would say it is natural for anyone to be apprehensive when they hear of a big announcement on the horizon, as a means to temper their own expectations. Not to mention, won’t the majority of your fanbase be excited to hear of your new project? I’d argue that fans respond far better to the prospect of a shiny new toy than hearing of their favourite creator rapidly approaching burnout.”

Velour looked down at his drink, his expression a mixture of apprehension and his general exhaustion.

“I suppose you could be right, and that’s what everyone else has been saying too. I guess I’ve been overthinking it a little.” He laughs lightly. All he’s been doing recently is thinking about it, and the only reprieve being these moments of talking about his anxieties to his friends. 

“Though, ah, speaking of plans and waiting for her next move, have you, ah…” Velour paused, unsure how to phrase his question in a way that didn’t draw unnecessary attention to himself. “Received anything strange in the mail, recently?”

Viltau quirked an eyebrow, but felt like he didn’t need to pry. It was obvious by Velour’s uncomfortable expression that he must have received something unsavoury from her. 

“Hm, no, not that I’ve heard of. The only recent shipments I’ve received were all related to an upcoming event, and I hardly receive physical mail nowadays. However, now that you do mention it…” He took out his phone with a smile on his face that the cuspblood knew spelled trouble. Velour tensed, bracing for impact. “I would have dismissed this immediately as spam had you not brought it up, but I did receive an email from one of those temporary addresses.”

He opened up the email, and began to read it out loud.

“To whom it may concern, I would like to bring to your attention a complaint regarding your sponsorship of Velveteen Vanities. The owner of that brand, known as Velour, is a silver-tongued charlatan and a serial two-timer who preys on the hearts of young women for financial gain and his own sick pleasure in taking advantage of the vulnerable. If you do not publicly denounce this vile excuse for a man and announce that you will no longer be supporting his business within the next twenty-four hours, I will be forced to publicly expose him for his crimes and take down your business with it. Thank you for your time.”

Velour looked like he was going to faint.

…

Viltau had helped the other man over to the couch before he could legitimately collapse onto the floor, and then brought him his coffee. Although, by then Velour had definitely lost his appetite. 

“Well, perhaps if you would like to look on the bright side, I fail to see any of your sponsors taking this seriously. ‘A silver-tongued charlatan and a serial two-timer’, ha!” Viltau laughed. “I highly doubt those Skillshare and NordVPN services that sponsor your videos would give even half a damn about one of their peddlers taking a number of trolls out on dates, so I’m sure there is no reason to worry.”

The cuspblood groaned, rubbing at his face with his hands. 

“I know, but… I don’t know if I have much of a case against the other claims, and only twenty-four hours for all of my sponsors to respond? What if I do get dropped by all of them, or- what if they all dismiss it just like you are?”

Viltau glanced out the window, though he didn’t appear to be troubled in the slightest.

“Now that you mention it, I think that may actually be her goal. Sending toothless threats like this knowing that you’ll catch wind about it, and use your own fears against you. After all, what does an online celebrity fear more than getting exposed or cancelled? And, of course, given that most people would see this as nothing more than a toothless threat, they’re clearly not going to give her the time of night, thus vindicating her desire to take you down. It is rather sloppy in its execution, in my personal opinion, but I suppose if it works then that hardly matters.” He shrugs lightly.

Velour did not expect any sympathy from his friend, as that was simply not his character. But for the indigoblood to state Veruco’s plans to ruin him so plainly just made him feel awful. Now he had to put his plans he was barely confident in into motion as soon as possible, but the consequences for failure were much too high. Is there even a win condition for this?

“So, what can I do? Either I lose a number of sponsors, or I lose my entire fanbase. Or, well… I think the latter is inevitable, if I only have twenty-four hours to act. I don’t think I can write an entire apology that’s perfectly watertight in that short amount of time.”

“Why must it get done in that time frame?” Viltau looks at him curiously. “These things do not instantly gain traction, and I’m sure you have earned enough goodwill with your fans that most people will dismiss it as baseless slander. You’ve said in the past that they would defend you to an almost unnecessary extent, no?”

The cuspblood nodded. That is true…

“Otherwise, there is a second option that could very easily be done in less than twenty-four hours, and will permanently eliminate the problem before the masses can even catch wind of the oncoming storm that is approaching them,” Viltau looks down at him with a glint in his eyes.

“Viltau, you know I can’t kill her. That’d cause way more problems than anything else!” Velour sighed.

“Very well, then I suppose you have no choice but to weather the storm, no?” Viltau smiled, but despite the harshness of his words there was no hint of maliciousness in his expression. A simple statement of fact.

Velour could only give him a miserable look back.

…

There was a long silence between the two trolls, and then finally Velour spoke up.

“So, how do you do it?”

The indigoblood glanced back at him, amused.

“Well, I’d say in this instance, perhaps the best way would be deception. You play into her desires for you to fall into the palm of her hand, invite her over for dinner claiming that your intention is to make amends to profess the feelings you were too afraid to tell her back then, and as you’re politely pushing in her chair at the dinner table like a gentleman, you take out a blunt weapon of your choice, and-”

“No, I don’t mean that!” Velour interrupted, waving his hands. Viltau grinned, knowing exactly what he was doing. “I meant, well… How you’re always so confident, and certain that you’re doing the right thing.”

“I’m never certain I’m doing the right thing, I’m certain that what I’m doing is the best option for me.” Viltau tilted his head to one side slightly, and smiled. “There’s a key difference.”

“Well, okay. I suppose that’s true,” Velour smiles sheepishly. He can’t deny that Viltau isn’t exactly known for his most moral decisions. “But, I suppose it’s more like… How do you not fear failure?”

Viltau hummed in thought, tapping the sides of his coffee cup with one finger.

“Perhaps it is less about fearing failure, and more about acknowledging that there will always be an inevitability. I could make a hundred contingency plans, and there will always be one small factor I failed to consider. There is no such thing as a perfect decision, after all, and more often than not we need to settle for what either causes the least harm or has the closest chance to success. And, as they say, you cannot make an omelette without breaking a few eggs, no? It is simply a matter of which eggs we choose to break, be it losing a number of fans who you may have lost via other means, an entire source of income that relies on interaction with specific types of fans, or other things that may be far too costly.”

Velour let out a quiet sigh. There will always be an inevitability, huh. He knew he had to accept that, even though he didn’t like it - just like how he needed to accept Viltau and Jikiro’s actions when they were taking revenge against the troll who murdered Eichio’s lusus. He’ll have to accept that the news will hit faster than he can act, and he will need more than the allotted time to prepare his response, and all he can do is hope his fans won’t immediately side with her claims or act before he can tell them to stop.

He felt like he should still be afraid, but strangely enough, it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. It’s okay that he cannot control one part of this predicament, because the ball is in his court for everything else. And if his fans don’t have his back, his friends will help him figure something out. As Viltau would also say, there is never a place where one can fall so far that they will never be able to climb back upwards.

For the first time in nights, Velour felt somewhat confident.

“Thanks, Viltau. I really do appreciate your perspective.” He turned his head and smiled at the indigoblood.

Viltau raised his mug in return. 

“My pleasure. And, of course, if your methods fail to work for you, I am always happy to lend a hand in my own wa-”

“No, no. It’s fine.” Velour waved his hand, smiling a little. He could tell that this time it was a joke.

Viltau grinned back.