#ill apply for others as well but this one is The One y'know

[tkbrokkoli]

Idk why im even applying there lol

Begin ID: A screenshot of an application form. It shows the part where applicants have to select their gender. The options are "male", "female", "diverse", and "not specified". Underneath is a little note saying "Please select "diverse" or "not specified" only if this selection is officially registered for you in the register of civil status.". End ID

[macgyvermedical]

I'm in the middle of a career change and a tentative asthma diagnosis (ie. no tests yet but it's on my record and my doctor is approaching it as such). What was healthcare like before protections were in place for people with pre-existing conditions? What should I do if I can't get health insurance? Should I try to get undiagnosed or something??? My symptoms are sporadic and usually mild so I can get through it without the inhaler if I had to, I'm just worried about losing access to all healthcare (also afab 😓) and want to be prepared to navigate things since I know it was way worse for chronic illnesses before the ACA.

The ACA was gigantic and it would be hard to talk about every aspect in this post.

Generally speaking, prior to the ACA, you essentially had three options. You could get health insurance through an employer, you could get health insurance through the state (medicaid), and you could get health insurance through an individual plan.

Seems pretty similar to today, right?

Nope.

See, the easiest way to get health insurance would be through a job. But if you had a pre-existing condition, including pregnancy or even simply being AFAB, in most states nobody legally had to cover you- including your employer. And if they did, they could say "you have health insurance for everything except the treatment of your chronic condition(s)" or make you pay significantly more for your premiums. Or, y'know, both (the idea being- if you sought medical care for one thing, you might do it again, and that would cost the insurance company profit*).

When you applied for health coverage through an employer, you had to disclose every medical problem you had ever had, including one-off problems like ear infections or broken bones. Anything could be grounds for not covering you at the outset. BUT if you didn't list a problem, and it was discovered (and they really went hard to find things), that could be grounds for rescission- the process of kicking you off insurance and forcing you to pay back money that the insurance had previously paid out for you.

If you didn't have a job or made extremely- and I mean extremely- little money, you might qualify for the state-sponsored medicaid, assuming you fell into a category that medicaid covered in your state. These categories included low-income children, some parents of children who lived at or below 64% of the federal poverty line (though in some states the parents had to have income as low as 15% of the FPL (less than $4,000/year for a family of 3)), older adults who had few assets or income, people on disability, and pregnant people up to 60 days post delivery. If you were a childless, able-bodied (at least in the eyes of the government) non-pregnant adult between 19-64, even if you made next to nothing? Pretty much forget about getting medicaid.

As far as I know, there were not a ton of changes made to medicare, the other major government insurance program for people over 65 years of age or who were severely disabled).

So what about individual plans? Well, first off, there was no marketplace (you couldn't compare plans from different companies) and no guaranteed coverage. Similar to plans through an employer, there was nothing protecting you from rescission or denial for even minor medical problems.

Most states, however, allowed something called "high risk pools" i.e. people who had pre-existing conditions and were looking for insurance could pay double what "healthy" people paid in premiums (often literally thousands of dollars per month) in order to have insurance. Even with these exorbitantly expensive plans, it would often be 12 months before they would start covering any pre-existing conditions. This meant that people had to pay their premiums and also out of pocket for their chronic care management for the first year of having insurance.

So what do you do if you're one of the near quarter of Americans who didn't have insurance through their employer, didn't qualify for medicaid, and couldn't afford the private insurance market?

You went into debt, or you died.

No, like, literally. You either agreed to medical care costing 10's or even 100's of thousands of dollars, or you didn't. For yourself or for your kids. Think about that- Would you pay (read, put yourself or your family into debt) half a million dollars for a surgery that saved your life? Your kid's life? These were the kinds of decisions that had to be made.

Back to your question:

Should you try to get un-diagnosed? Well no. That's asking for a rescission if the ACA is overturned. Contact me directly if you want more personal info about planning.

*and it's not like they aren't making a 10s-of-billions profit even with the ACA protections

[wawawawawawawawawawawawawa]

can we have more aspd izaya posts please please please please please please please please pl [ i am taken by the fog ]

*grabs u by the leg and pulls u out of the fog* yes of course u can my fine fellow :)

so!! i was talking to a friend about izaya having aspd and whether or not it was an intentional coding on narita's part or if it was a completely unintentional yet still valid way to view the character. honestly, evidence exists for both ways- the emphasis put on izaya's impulse control issues ans disconnect from the rest of humanity, as an example that comes to mind. but there could also be a case that narita didn't mean to invoke a deliberate coding of aspd while placing emphasis on these aspects of him

theres also the whole "two brain scans" thing. was this plot point narita trying to say that he didn't intend for izaya to have any mental illness whatsoever? but then again, brain scans are not exactly the most reliable source of diagnosing mental illness- if it was, we'd just use that. there are studies about aspd and brain differences regarding it, but i have no way of knowing if narita... read them. i don't know the man and i have no idea what studies are available in japanese, since i read mine solely in english.

there's also the study that throws a wrench in brain scan studies as a whole- specifically fMRI studies. it was one of those classic "subject put in brain scan and asked to identify what emotion a person in a photo is showing" except the subject was, ironically since this is a post on izaya..... a dead fish. so did narita see THIS? the study IS from 2009, but to comfirn if its even possible, i'd have to cross-reference the book the two brain scans thing shows up in with the date the study was published, and EVEN THEN the answer is still a big ole "i dunno!"

although, thru all this, i think i settled on an idea of what Might have happened. keyword MIGHT, it's not like i can go ask narita himself. well i mean i guess maybe if i tried really hard.... but i am not going to do that. it sounds scary and frankly i am a weenie, and i don't speak japanese

so, durarara.... is a story largely about the underbelly of society. ergo, there are a lot of tropes present in other works about these kinds of people, but they're subverted here. like, for instance, shizuo- he's the "dumb muscle" trope; an angry fighter who lives for the thrill of violence and that's why he's involved in the underground. except, shizuo hates violence, has tried to hold down regular jobs and is only in the underground out of desperation, and is very perceptive and philosophical. he's a subversion of the dumb muscle trope.

i think izaya was meant to be a subversion of the sociopath as a trope... and imo, you kind of can't really subvert that trope well without giving your character aspd.

"the sociopath" as a trope refers to a character with, essentially, zero humanity. they love nobody, care about nothing but their own gain and destruction, are sadistic for sadism's sake... et cetera.

taking a character and going "they ACT like a sociopath, but they're NOT one!!" is a common subversion of the trope... but it's not really a subversion, is it? it's a bait-and-switch. if a character seems like X but is not X, they are not X. the trope of X does not apply.

imo, for a subversion to really be... y'know... subversive, the character must still possess the original traits of The Sociopath, but they're twisted around and expanded upon

The Sociopath can't love? izaya loves all of humanity... though it doesn't stop him from disregarding their rights and autonomy, ergo still hitting ASPD criteria and still being a sociopath

The Sociopath can't care about anything but their own personal gain? izaya clearly cares about and loves his sisters, but it doesn't negate everything else he's done, or the other times where he has put his own personal gain first

The Sociopath can't feel or express emotion? izaya is demonstrated to be a coward and to have genuine phobias- thanatophobia, the fear of death, IS an anxiety disorder, as are all phobias. shinra describes him as fragile-hearted, and this description is accurate. but, izaya puts on a facade for the rest of the world- ergo, he can't express emotion (at least, not in the way someone without aspd could- it's... hard and scary to Drop The Act; vulnerability is scary and removes the subject's control of a situation, so it stands to reason that it would be difficult for us to do)

The Sociopath is a sadist for sadism's sake? izaya actually has weight behind what he says and does- sure, some of it IS for entertainment, but why he chooses specifically this as entertainment (namely, suicide) has enough bits of info for us as readers to extrapolate. the text doesn't make it explicit, but durarara is a series where paying close attention to minute details is expected and rewarded, so this is par for the course, honestly. and a lot of the things he does, although they result in hurt for the rest of the cast, isn't izaya being a sadist Just Because- at the end of the day he's a scared, lonely man, trying very hard to avoid the thing he's most afraid of in life- the cessation of it.

that's not to say that anything he does is OKAY, obviously, but there's weight and nuance behind it. izaya is treated as a whole human being, just like everyone else. but a lot of core aspects of his character parallel the sociopath trope so cleanly that it's hard for me to believe that it was completely unintentional. was he meant to have specifically aspd, the disorder? i'm not sure. probably not? but "the sociopath, as a trope, but fleshed out and given humanity" is kind of... what aspd.... is. as a disorder. which is why i think you can't truly subvert the trope without giving your character it, inadvertently or not.

anyway yeah this was A Bit different, although i prefer to do watsonian anaylsis i absolutely can do doylist too. i might do more stuff like this if yall like this one idk

[that-darn-clown]

just saw your reblog from last night, and! i have thought about how William tried to justify the murders he committed in his own mind. there's quite a bit, so i'll split 'em up into sections:

his original murders:

Charlie: due to Elizabeth's death, William spiraled. hard. his very weird mixed feelings on Henry, specifically his jealousy, ramped up. because it wasn't fair, why was Henry's life so good? why does everything go well for HIM? so he decides to make Henry understand his pain. a daughter for a daughter. he never had any ill will towards Charlie, it was more a way of hurting Henry than her.

Naomi, Gabi, Baker, and Felix: having a bunch of kids die at someone's restaurant will fuck with their business and their reputation. i'll let you put those pieces together.

Kelsey: a way of throwing some suspicion off of himself. if it seems like both of their restaurants are being targeted...

his kids:

Cassidy: he knew too much. he was going to say something eventually.

Alex: William didn't kill him directly. more or less sent him to it. in William's mind, it's not like Cassidy was going to kill him...right?

misc.

the '87 victims: they were snooping around too much. if they find those ghosts and the ghosts start talking, he's fucked.

the various employees he murdered as Springtrap: honestly, he didn't even have a way of justifying it, really. at this point, he was so far gone that he was just being honest with himself; it was fun to him and he wants to.

Henry (Fnaf 6): well, they're going to burn to death anyway. why not put the guy out of his misery? also a mix of Henry's reasoning for staying in the fire as well - it started with them, it'll end with them, too. (also something something You And Me, Forever and Ever, potentially also applying to Fredbear and O'Hare. like i said; interpret their relationship as you wish)

his attempted murders/murders he plotted but never carried out:

Michael: wanted to kill him to "put the family back together." ignoring the fact that most of his kids hate him, and at BEST Liz has very complicated feelings on him and is kinda scared of him now-

Andrew: had very shaky reasoning but his Main one that he was going to go with for the sake of his sanity was to "reunite them with their brother." then again his plans Wildly swung between "kidnap my son's best friend and make him my own son" and "kill this kid." so y'know-

Sammy: Time To Kill Henry's Other Kid! Wow This Office Has No Protection This Should Be So Easy- Why Does He Have A Match And Why Do I Smell Gasoline

(so yeah, you can see that as more time goes by, his reasonings get even more flimsy than they already were. not to say they weren't already flimsy, but y'know.)

Literally in love with his bastardized reasoning (especially with henry since im normal about willry.) Ofc yall know by now that I'm normal about andrew lol

[dcwnthercbbithcle]

Do you have any unhinged Doe headcanons you've thought of so far?

WELL— Yes and no! Doe is a tough cookie! She's not deranged to the extent of Sally & Evan and that much is by design. She's like, have you ever seen Scream 5 or 6?

She's more of a Samantha Carpenter-type character in that, yes, she's a little unhinged, eccentric, very obviously traumatized and mentally ill, has internalized a lot of things that really aren't her fault, and needs DESPERATE help and intervention. BUT, but but but, she's largely harmless unless she's genuinely pushed to violence with no option (at least in her mind) of either fighting or dying.

So her levels of unhinged, all things considered, are a lot tamer where violence and murder apply and rely heavily on what point of time you find her / what level of fear & paranoia she has succumbed to!

But that’s just semantics! When I think unhinged, my mind jumps less to ‘Reasons People Will Inherently Think You’re Dangerous’ (an unfortunate but legitimate reality for Doe, who has to contend with mental health ignorance on top of everything else going on with her, which leaves her behaviour in a fog of misunderstanding bit I digress)

And I’m thinking more on the verge of ‘Chaotic Nonsense’ so with this in mind! These are some of my off-the-wall headcanons for Miss. Doebra! Haha

GRADUATED WITH HONORS FROM THE MYERS SCHOOL OF DISAPPEARING. I don't even mean this in the literal interpretation of becoming a missing person; I mean, if you turn away from her to pay attention to something else, she's mastered the art of stealth, booking it out of sight. Where did she go? Why did she run? Who knows!

Sometimes, it's a very personal matter; she's overwhelmed, maybe she's just outright flustered and not ready to show the vulnerability of expressing her emotions genuinely without the veils of the role-playing, people-pleasing masks she wears.

BUT SOMETIMES IT'S JUST TO BE A PAIN FOR THE OTHER SURVIVORS. It's to play tricks, to have fun (in short bursts), Doe is theatrical and full of energy. She's definitely the sort to give people a fright to get a laugh out of their reaction or to demonstrate her prowess in knowing all the nooks and crannies of a building.

BUT ALSO TO CAUSE DISTRESS, Doe likes escaping the chase, not just because it means she's in the clear for a time, but rather because she knows it's frustrating and even distressing for the people after her.

When she can disappear & lead killers to be tangled into her traps, only to fade into the darkness, mocking them with the sounds of her footsteps but no scratch marks or hint of where she is. She's asserting her dominance by scampering off to reset her traps & lay in wait, ready to pop out for a save & steal their attention or simply start a false trail to buy her time on a separate objective. Doe is pulling a very to-the-point fuck you to the killers. She isn't a fish in a barrel. If they want a hunt, they'll get a hunt they must work for. She is equal in all but having a weapon, she knows these grounds, she knows them to a superficial extent & depending on the players she's with, she's ready to try and turn the tables and hunt the hunters. Game on assholes. Y'know??

DOE MAY BE A SURVIVOR & VERY LITERALLY A LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER (if you take both of her name meanings into play), BUT SHE HAS BITE AND SPITE! She's a chihuahua compared to the killers, but anyone who's been bitten by a small dog can tell you: SHIT STILL HURTS. AND DOE? Doe is determined to make things just as painful for the people after her in most cases. MOST because some killers do own her heart and have enough sympathy for her to not pull her tricks against them. (PHIL & RIN COUGH COUGH)

SO I'VE TALKED AT LENGTH ABOUT DOE STEALING FROM THE KILLERS TO GET SUPPLIES AND WHATNOT, but what does she do with the excess? Well, you know the meme of the survivor store in games with flashlights and whatnot? She has one SET UP at her little hideaway, a stone's throw from the campfire where her corpse lays undiscovered and where she used to watch the survivors from before she was able to understand they didn't want to hurt her, and they both earned each other trust. She doesn't actually charge money for anything she's gathered during her runs into the killer's territory and her times stalking after them. It's a 'take what you need, leave what you can' type of honour system. BUT STILL, SHE'S MADE A STORE

DOE IS MOST LIKELY TO GET STUCK IN THINGS, not in the 'oh no step-bro' way but in the 'a raccoon found a hole, has gotten in, can't get back out and is now scratching at the walls from the inside' kind of way! Doe has been saved from a very dull, painful death by the Entity on many occasions when she's tried to raccoon into a map only to get trapped. Sometimes, the killers find her, but most times, they don't, and she's left to wait in silence and darkness, sitting with her decisions until the Entity summons her for another trial.

DOE IS ALSO A DORK, AN ART NERD & CERTIFIED COMPUTER / EARLY GAMING DWEEB. Please get her started. It would be hilarious; she's so passionate that even her Aphasia can't stop her. Her words will start slurring as she keeps going, and she's starting to go non-verbal as it becomes intensely difficult but she is GESTURING WILDLY AND PASSIONATELY SHE LOVES IT

Doe's friend's enemies are her enemies, hands down. Doe is an open-minded girl, at least to the point where she'll be willing to put on an amiable mask in their presence, but she doesn't forgive & she's first to establish petty revenge in honour of her pals, whether they ask her to or not. SADHASHD

One of Doe's pals had a nasty ex who cheated on them, but they run in the same circles. Doe keeps her little ear out, peeping at the growing gossip but making sure none of the mess gets back to her poor pal, who's still hurting. Oh? They have a trip with their friends planned overseas, years in the making? How good for them! It would be a massive shame if someone would, oh, I don't know, tip off the TSA that they're carrying party starters on them, causing the entire plan to fall through and them to be placed into custody. That would be AWFUL.

Doe would not only do all of that but watch the fire and then bring the ashes to her pals to cheer them up on a rainy day when they're left feeling like they're facing the worst of the world while others go scot-free.

[wally-friggin-franks]

hi! if ya already follow me, you already know this. but since theres only one of ya, i think ill be alright.

my name's wally franks. i'm lookin for a few of my buddies; namely shawn, one of my best friends... as well as susie, allison, and grant.

if ya know anyone who might be from my memoryset, please send em my way. we already got mr stein and norman, and me ofc, so y'know.. the whole uh, doubles please dni thing applies here, though im sure you're lovely people!

some stuff from my memoryset below the cut in case you think ya might be from it!

norman and henry were dating, i was the only janitor, uh,,, shawn and i got into a LOT of shenanigans. my favorite one was making sandwiches in the dark with him. we were in the break room, it was the middle of the night, yknow how it goes fhhebf

grant was just. on the verge of killin people i think. he was really cool though! probably a flavor of agender, now that i think about it. had black hair, glasses, was just really tired. around 5'11. as norman described ya, im not too good with remembering how anybody looked

susie and allison were like,, the lovey dovey pair in the studio, i remember. they were really sweet to each other after forming a mutual hatred for sammy and mr drew (for not saying anything abt the voice acting thing) and just. they were awesome. norman says that susie was trans (and she was awesome, probably a big role model of mine) and liked to cause innocent mischief. allison was good at bakin!

and i guess me n thomas was a thing but thats not important cos we wont see him again, probably

[dashielldeveron]

Hi, sorry about the anon but I’m shy. I know you probably get this all the time but I just wanted to gush over your soulmate trope series. I spent my entire weekend binging it and then rereading it all. I can’t get over how talented and subtly funny you are! Your prose is so touching and then you can just flip the moment and dispel some of that tension with a joke that most people could not pull off, it’s artful!!

Bakugo being a little shit and not telling reader his hypothesis, letting her pull her own schemes and letting her suffer! I don’t even like Monoma, I hate Monoma, but you managed to write him in a way that was so charming and endearing that I couldn’t put it down. The paragraph about Shouto hiding all of his true feelings from the world and reader’s determination to draw those out into the open got me in the heart, I just sat and contemplated how this interpretation could be applied to canon Shouto for a while. Aizawa’s desire to be noble to the point he was willing to sacrifice his own happiness and by extension the happiness of his soulmate because he thinks he knows better was just *so* Aizawa to me (not to memtion the incredible sex scene after so much build up between the characters and their dancing around these dynamics they clearly would fall so easily into). Shinso wasn’t even the focus of his chapter for me, I related so heavily to the reader’s insecurity and anxiety and *everything*. It was like you crawled into my mind and fished out all of the things I personally struggle with to put into a reader character.

And Dabi’s chapter? I’ve re-read it three times. It’s so devastating and sweet and sad and hopeful. His physical insecurity, struggling with the things he’s done and wanted to do, not feeling worthy of a soulmate and at the same time not wanting one because he assumes she will paint him into a corner the same way everyone else in his life has. His struggle with intimacy and the hypersexuality he uses to overcompensate. Feeling actually physically ill at what he subjected his soulmate to before they were even destined for each other. And I’ve never even seen seeing through each other’s eyes as a soulmate trope before, to *me* it’s so unorthodox and unique, and you used it so *well*. I’m in awe at your creativity.

And you’ve been going at it for so *long*, I can see your passion and commitment. And your improvement!! Each chapter just gets better and better and better, more depth, more interesting prose, more complex emotions, such beautiful descriptions. If you ever have the desire and time to add more I just know you’ll continue to stun and amaze me in new ways. I hope school is going well for you, I just had to let you know how appreciated your writing is. ❤️

oof that’s a lot to read all at once!! and then again, wow!! it takes me forever to review the canon that i’ve established, so i’m super impressed with your quick read time. and ohhhhhhhhhh it makes my heart siiiiiiiing that you think i can pull off subtle f u n n y...................i try to be so funny all the time, so i'm so glad it's working for you

oh my god bakugou is soooo frustrating; i love him v v much. and i know a lot of people dislike monoma bc he's meant to be Stock School Rival in so many ways, so i'm so gruntled that he was working for you here :) and shouto!!! it's that todoroki Watch Him thing, y'know, and since reader Sees real shouto, she wants him to be seen by everyone :) that's sooooooo cool and flattering that shouto's route made you recontemplate some considerations for canon boy; i also tend to think of him as a little shit, but in a different flavour than bakugou. and goddddddd i think aizawa's route affects me the most bc of aizawa's "noble", stupid sacrifices to be a Good Man; he could have been happy immediately, but it would've been tinged with guilt, and he's suffered enough.

and oh!! it's so interesting that you say that shinsou isn't even the focus of the chapter for you but reader and her insecurities; you're, like, the third or fourth person to say--and that makes me immensely happy. really. bc i was nervous i was making her insecurities Too Specific so that no one would related to them, and with shinsou, i was like, okay, what's could i see as the best possible scenario for someone (me) feeling these anxieties? and shinsou is so willing to give--and it's reciprocal relief for him when, at the end, he doesn't have to too early. i'm hoping that some of it was a comfort to you, even if 1) shinsou not real. there are still good, good people out there who will be enormously kind to you in ways specifically helpful for you.

and ohhhhhh dabi. what a weirdo. idk and am frankly scared of what canon will do to dabi in the end, so i wanted him to be more than okay, but realistic. when you have a mental breakdown, it's realistic you end up living with your parents. you go back to childhood patterns and feel weird and out of place about them. nothing quite fits, and is everyone fooling you by being so kind? do they mean the kindness, or are they scared? what do you fall back on? i don't think he would know what to do at all besides hold someone at arms' length. and also i wanted dabi to be a weeb lol. i feel in my heart he was deeply into naruto and tries to pretend he isn't. and i haven't seen the "seeing through each other's eyes" either!! the closest i've encountered, i think, is when soulmates have a body-swop on a certain day of the year--birthdays, or something, and during that body swop, they rush to find each other. yeah idk i was trying to think of what to write for a dabi chapter, and the first scene that i thought of was the cafe scene where he holds up our chin while we're looking at ourself through him, and the details of how nervous we are and the sweat dripping down our neck. i try to avoid having non-reader POV bc i like second-person limited for readerfic, and i was trying to think about how i could express this strange, calm-but-nervous-and-sweaty look. and i thought, well, why can't we, the reader, be seeing that somehow? silly. but i think it could be fun and/or sexy. like you could both experience a stupid even so that you could bitch about it later together. or he could see what he looks like when he goes down on you. or if you're lost, he can try to recognise the surroundings. idk i think there could be a lot you could do with it, and perhaps some other people had ought to give this type of bond a try.

ultimately, this ask is incredibly, immensely kind and generous and absolutely the best thing i could've seen after an extremely tough semester. i can eat well on this ask forever. you seem to be the exact type of reader i love, who notices small stuff and structure. really, thank you so, so much. i am v v v grateful and a silly little jester at yer service :)

[winglssdemon]

Y'know, a year or so ago, I was on a crps forum that would just ask questions every now and then to the group. One time it was, "what do you wish people knew about being disabled?" And I mentioned the fact that it is legal to pay disabled people below minimum wage and how gross it was. Some chronically ill karen got up all in my ass about how it wasn't true since they never experienced that and it would be ILLEGAL. So I then posted the government links about it and she held her ground being like, 'well that's for disabled people who can't do things, not like me!' Like bitch, just because it doesn't affect you doesn't make it not exist and imagine being disabled and hating other disabled people so much that you think they should be paid as low as $0.10 an hour.

(I'd also like to add that this law, while it can apply to all disabled people, it's mostly used against intellectually disabled people.)

[theoutletonmychest]

None of what I say should be applied to everyone, as that's not how the world works. I thought it went without saying.

But I also think maybe your environment can have radical effects on things like brain chemistry, if that even affects depression at all, as the most recent consensus is that is not a main cause of depression. But that life, or, y'know, society is. I can't imagine brain chemistry has zero impact on mood, but the widely-held belief that it's the big cause is not accurate.

And... no. Not one of my doctors ever said something like, "Let's get you off of those SSRI's." It was always, "Just keep going!" or "Try these 17 others!" and nobody ever talked about an endgame. The pills were the endgame. And any concerns about long-term side effects of medication have always been brought up by me.

I think a lot of people object to long-term medication because of the naturalistic fallacy. That nature is always good and that "synthetic" is a dirty word. And all medicine feels artificial because it's about countering things that negatively affect our lives. Even if it's just... insulin. Even if it's made from bacteria. Or plants. Or taken from a pig.

It's seen as unnatural, and so, not meant to be in the body regularly.

There's also that deep-seated fear of distant organ failure, but I find that's usually secondary to, "I don't want to put weird stuff into my body!"

And, naturally, some of those hang-ups are then applied to others.

I think the second biggest issue is that medicine is almost always (for normies) associated with negative feelings. You take it when you're sick. When you break something.

When you're dying.

And so, for a lot of people, it's unconsciously held in this negative light. Meant to be used for bad things. Not for just, like... becoming happier.

I dunno. Maybe it's something else.

Like that religious belief that everything is God's will and so medicine is pushing back against God's will. Even in religions that don't follow such strict beliefs, a lot of time they'll still believe things happen for a reason and have some resistance to changing that. They'll prioritize faith.

People are so complicated and varied, so the reasons for this pushback must also be.

And I'm not even going to get into the transphobic side of things. Those ones have no consistent world view or rules of the universe they adhere to. It's just about not wanting to see trans people. By any means necessary.

I'm chronically ill and disabled as well as trans, so I don't have the luxury of hating medicine like I did as a child.

But, as I said, do whatever you need to do to take care of yourselves. Medicine is good, actually. Sorry if that wasn't clear enough the first time around.

Love the argument "oh but if you transition you'll have to deal with being trans your whole life" because first of all there is nothing bad about being trans and second I'm still gonna be trans even if I don't medically transition I'll just be trans and miserable instead of trans and happy

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Here are the types of kitchen hazards and how to avoid them.

1.Proper Use and handling of knives

-This are the most fatal and one of the most common hazard in our kitchen y'know they say that the first love is the sweetest but the first cut is the deepest, so if you don't have way much experience in handling these sharp objects you'll be a prone to injuries so the only thing you can avoid this hazard is to learn the proper way of handling them learn their ways and train it always sharpen them and use knives on a stable surface.

2.Water spill's

-This kind of Hazard doesn't do much but it cost sudden injuries, like if you slipped into a wet floor it'll cost a fall damage that might be mild or fatal, to avoid this wet problem always make sure to mop the floor or put a signage into the kitchen so other personnel will be alerted that the floor is wet, and can be easy to avoid but in case you've already slipped check for possible injuries and apply ice and consult to a clinic just to be sure.

3.Improper placing of detergents/Dishwashing soap/pesticide

-Into this kind of Hazard should be taken seriously, because I wrong step the food you are preparing might be contaminated, all because of the misplacement of your detergents, to avoid this hazard in your kitchen always keep it far from the food you are preparing, avoid from the reach of children and place/store nicely and properly. DO IT NECESSARILY!!

4.Fire

-This type of Hazard is very dangerous of all, because all of a sudden when the unexpected time comes you will see your kitchen in flames, the only thing to avoid this fiery flames of Hell, is to check for gas leaks, and always make sure to turn off the gas tanks, and always prepare fire extinguishers just in case, and if you got burnt apply cold water compress and then go to the nearest hospital, And contact fire personnels just in case things might go out of hand.

5.Electrical circuits, power lines

-For our last kind of Hazard this is the type that might Shock you, get it? (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ or damage any company asset, to avoid this shockingly experience always make sure that the circuits isn't wet or there is no problem onto power shortage or any faulty wiring onto your kitchen if there is one make sure to contact electrical personnels asap.

All of this hazards are the only commonly we can experience onto our kitchen so stay tuned to more learning pathfinders, Heroes (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

[skrunklybf-archived]

Hello again Rory!

Since your requests are open for Obey me today, I was thinking about Dom Lucifer and…

❛  i’ve been thinking long and hard about what i wanna do with you tonight.  ❜

And/or

“All my thoughts about you are improper”

I would be a complete slave for that demon I’d let him do anything to me

"𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛…" *ೃ༄ 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛 -- 𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚎

suggestive themes, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, light choking, marking/biting, mention of blood, possessiveness, praise

acquiring a moment with lucifer was a lot tougher than you imagined. he's a busy demon, most often buried to the neck in some business or another; but if mammon taught you anything about getting what you want, it's that there's almost always a way through, even if you have to be somewhat... disingenuous.

"if you needed to speak with me in person, we could have spoken before or after dinner." lucifer said evenly, his ruby gaze caught on the work littering his desk. he didn't look up when you entered, didn't offer a greeting, though he had to have known you were standing there, waiting for one. always so polite -- such a stark contrast from his rather chaotic brothers. "not that i'm not glad to see you," he continued, dotting one more period on the page, "but your message sounded urgent. you can always pull me aside if you need something."

your throat worked extra hard to swallow the lump in it. "i know. i just... wanted to talk in private. it's kind of hard to get some time alone, y'know?" his stare made you squirm. the pen in his hand suddenly poofed away into a fit of smoke. lucifer leaned back in his chair, crossed a leg over his knee, and held his chin in his hand. he looked relaxed, strangely enough, with a smooth grin stretching over his face. a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes for a fleeting moment.

"i agree. well, you have me all to yourself for the time being. what did you need to talk about?"

it was like he was taunting you. could he read your mind? see through your rather flimsy excuse to slip into his bedroom at night? the thought made you sweat.

"i-- um..."

your brain short circuited. it continued its inconvenient strike even as lucifer arched a brow in your direction. he had yet to break his gaze, even as he stood and strode through the distance to you.

"are you feeling well?" he smoothed. you had to tilt your head back to watch his face, those sharp features extra striking up close. he held the top of his wrist against your forehead, also choosing to cradle your cheek in the other hand. "hm. you're a little warm, though i don't think it's due to an illness." there was some sense of satisfaction in the way he devoured you simply through a stare. it took everything not to utterly melt into the hold he had on you.

"no," you admitted, feeling rather airheaded, "i'm not sick. i just... wanted to spend time with you." his proximity brought his scent -- something you wished you were used to.

lucifer hummed. he fanned his thumb over your cheek, staring down at you with such a wolfish smile. "i see. and without my brothers to... interrupt?"

you squirmed a bit on your feet. the slight tickle of embarrassment lapped inside your chest, against your cheeks, even the tips of your ears. "yes." you said. "i... um, i've been thinking," you began, breath catching once lucifer began to lean himself down toward you. instinct made you back up -- just a few steps, until your back was against the closed bedroom door. lucifer, of course, followed, keeping that hold against your jaw. the other palm laid against the door, nearly caging you in place before him. his face dipped into the space between your neck and shoulder. hot breath fanned over your skin.

"go on," he mumbled, pressing the lightest kiss behind your ear. an involuntary shiver shook through you. "you've been thinking...?"

"yes. um... i've been thinking, a lot, about you."

"is that so?"

lucifer moved down to your neck, applying just slightly more pressure. his hand mirrored his lips, wrapping around the side of your throat, pressing down just enough to feel its presence. you're certain he could hear you swallow down your nerves.

"tell me, what are your thoughts about me like?" the demon grumbled into your ear, all but forcing your eyes to squeeze shut as you struggled to catch your breath and sense. his body pressed against you, strong and solid. he nudged his knee between your legs, earning a sharp gasp and your hands gripping against his forearms. you didn't want him to stop, couldn't imagine pushing him away -- you simply needed to ground yourself in this hazy moment. "i can tell you, all of my thoughts about you are... improper."

you whimpered. lucifer squeezed around the column of your throat. he slipped his lips across your blazing cheek, hovering just above your own mouth, slightly agape in awe.

"now, tell me what you really want," he said, barely louder than a whisper, "or you get nothing at all."

pressure leaning up against your center, squished between your own plump thighs, nearly forced another whine out of you. it was like your body took over for the lack of brain power, because before you could stop them, your hips began to swivel, seeking more contact against your core. the hand gripping you tightened just for a moment -- a warning -- and lucifer sucked his teeth above you. "i said, tell me what you want. or you get nothing."

cruelly, but not unexpectedly, lucifer pulled his knee away. cool air replaced his warmth, making you acutely aware of how wet you were getting beneath your sleep shorts.

"i want you." you squeaked, sounding quite desperate, "i-i want you, lucifer."

"very good. and what do you want me to do, darling?" he brushed his thumb up and down the center of your throat, almost as if he were trying to physically coax the words out of you.

you were glad to have your eyes closed, thankful to avoid his stare as you swallowed your shame. "i want you to fuck me."

the avatar of pride chuckled before you. the miniscule space between your lips never felt so expansive. "such a filthy mouth." he muttered, sounding pleased. the hand on you shifted back to grip against the base of your head, buried to the root. the slight sting mixed strangely with a sense of pleasure, scrounging up a surprised little moan from your throat. "i can't say i'm surprised. i've seen the way you look at me, when you think nobody is watching," lucifer teetered your head back even farther, all but forcing you to peel your eyes open to look at him. self satisfaction and confidence oozed from his features, inches away from you. "you have my brothers stumbling all over you, but all you want is right... here," instead of your lips, lucifer attached himself to your neck again, but with much more force -- and teeth. you winced as he bit down, a jolt of pain rushing to your brain, and surprisingly enough, down into your panties. a low moan slipped from your lips as he sucked against your skin.

it felt like an eternity before lucifer pulled himself away. surely he'd broken skin, and surely he'd lapped up the blood that seeped out; you spied him licking his lips before he planted them over your own. the taste of your blood shifted him into another gear. he moved his hands down to grip against the back of your thighs, hoisting you up. you were stuck between a rock and a hard place: the door, and lucifer himself. your legs automatically wrapped around his hips as he kissed you with so much force your teeth clacked against each other.

fingers gripped and grabbed at the fat of your thighs. "you want me to take you?" he grumbled into your mouth, "i'll mark you. make sure nobody can get near you without knowing what i've done to you." his tone grew even more rough around the edges as you gyrated your hips, pelvis to pelvis with the avatar of pride himself. "make sure i show you all of my most improper thoughts."

[jelzorz]

96.

Callum doesn't know how they do it, but they do it. Getting an internship was one thing. Getting one in emergency medicine at Katolis General was another. Getting their internships together was another thing again. Granted, this probably has something to do with the fact that his dad is on the board of directors, but that's not the point--that was all well and good for him, but it was still a long shot that Rayla would get her internship here too, and yet--

Callum shakes off his nerves. The locker room is busy with nurses and attendings discussing the details of handover and his scrubs feel loose and ill-fitting. It's certainly not his first time--he's done placements in the past as part of his medical degree--but this is the first where he's actually supposed to be a doctor, and that's a terrifying thought on its own. He's only an intern, sure, but he's still supposed to function and make decisions as a professional, and it's just... a lot more responsibility than he feels prepared for and suddenly, four years of med school doesn't feel like enough.

But across from him, Rayla slams her locker shut and leans her shoulder against it, stethoscope hanging lazily around her neck, hair tugged back into a sloppy pony tail, half-finished coffee still in her hand. Her grin is toothy, and a little cocky, but the way her lips twitch betray her, and Callum feels the tension leaving his shoulders at the fact that it isn't just him.

"You're looking kinda green," she says.

He gives her a look. "So are you."

Rayla chuckles at that. "It's the lighting," she snarks. "You know how these fluorescents make everyone look sick."

"Mmhm." Callum rolls his eyes good-naturedly. She should know better. Four years of med school together have made her easy to read. "This just feels... a lot more real, y'know? Placement was all fun and games because they didn't let us make any decisions but this..."

"Yeah." Rayla ducks her head and fiddles with her tag. "It's okay to be nervous, right?"

"I think we'd be crazy not to be," says Callum, looking sheepish.

"Crazy or a cocky bastard like Kasef over there." Rayla jerks her head at the intern at the far end of the locker room having a rather heated conversation with a very done looking nurse. "Guy gives interns a bad name, it's no wonder the rest of the hospital hates us."

Callum shakes his head and snorts into the last of his coffee. "I'm just glad we're here together," he admits quietly. "It'd be so much worse to have to do this alone."

"You would have managed, your dad being who he is. And you would have had Claudia and Soren with you too. You would have been fine."

"You know what I mean."

Rayla presses her lips shut and lifts her coffee again to hide the flush in her cheeks. There's history here--things they know that they haven't said, and won't say until the end of this rotation because it's not appropriate or professional to have... attachments to a fellow intern, much less one in the same department at the same hospital. She'd considered going home to Silvergrove and doing her internship there to make things easier, but there's no denying that training at a facility like Katolis General would have looked better on her resume, and who is he to stop her from applying for the best when she's more than capable of it just because of feelings?

The air in the locker room grows electric, and Callum thinks of the quiet moments between their labs and clinics and the heated moments in their dorm long after classes had finished for the day. They had promised to be professional about this, because it's both their careers on the line and they're not in some stupid medical drama. They can be here without compromising each other. It doesn't have to be weird.

Rayla sucks in a breath. "Yeah," she mutters, finishing her coffee and tossing it deftly into the bin. "We got this. We're gonna be fine. All our patients are gonna be too, you'll see. Nothing to be nervous about. We're professionals now, right?"

"Absolutely," says Callum, forcing a grin onto his face. "Professionals. We can do this. Look out ED, we're coming for you!"

Rayla laughs at that, a light pretty sound that still makes Callum's heart stutter when he hears it, even after all this time.

(She's right, in the end. They do manage--even if professionalism goes out the window six months in).

[ticklish-touch]

Five Nights At Sunny’s Ch3: Counting To Ten

The more Nate gets to know the Daycare duo, the more they seem to be showing hints of their vulnerabilities. In the meantime, he finds a way to get a little payback on the two bratty jesters for the previous nights. (Note: This is a much longer chapter than I intended it to be, but I didn’t feel right breaking it up. I probably could’ve left out the quick scene with the other animatronics, but I wanted them to be included somehow!

The Monty scene is a slight shout-out to my friend @milkblankets​, go lookit their awesome TK pic with him!  https://milkblankets.tumblr.com/post/673553633194950656/what-a-nice-smile-thoughm-maybe-ill-keep-you )

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three (You are here!) Chapter Four Chapter Five

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        The last thing Nate remembered of his second night was being woken up by an attack to his belly and armpits. Moon handed the very sleepy brunette over to his friends Jamie and Inzi, who had come to pick him up - and who were thoroughly unnerved by the terrifying nightcap-wearing robot giving them all a lecture about the importance of getting a full eight hours of sleep. He gladly crashed into bed with the two of them at Inzi’s house.          Later when they were awake, Nate talked with them both about his escapades with the robot so far; much to Inzi's interest and amusement. He also mentioned how Sun had commented on how he wished he was ticklish.           "Hmmm..." Inzi got up to shuffle through his closet. "Y'know how Roscoe is only ticklish from electricity?"          "Yeah?"          Inzi pulled out his TENS unit. "Maybe the same logic applies to them?"          Nate’s eyes lit up. "OHH yeah, that could work!!" He knew from personal experience just how unbearably ticklish that thing could be. Inzi had it purely for his own personal research as an aspiring physical therapist - and totally not to get his own dose of ticklish shocks, not at all -  but had occasionally managed to convince his friend to participater in his ‘research’. Although it felt ticklish to him, it wasn’t his preferred implement of ‘torture’; It could become downright painful if he had it on any of the highest settings. But if electricity could give their clowny robot friend a ticklish dose of his own medicine, then maybe Sunny could get his wish after all.

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          Management had informed him that thanks to Moon’s little ‘game’ the previous night, maintenance was testing the integrity of the power supply for the entire wing of the building around and just outside the daycare; and the graveyard shift was apparently the only time they had available to work on their repairs. They had already finished inside the Daycare by the time Nate was on-shift, but it was eerie seeing the rest of the building so dark...             When he entered the Daycare, Sunny was already down near the office door, bouncing up and down impatiently in place. “Oh! Hey, Sunn— ”             The jester scooped him up and gave him a tight spinning hug. “HIII NOOT-NOOT!!”              Nate exclaimed and staggered on his feet when Sunny put him down. He was starting to accept that this was just going to be his standard greeting.             “Y’know, I gotta say, I’m SUPER impressed! Moony hasn’t let anyone stay in his room in months!”            “...Wait, really?” Nate smiled a little. Maybe he was getting through to him. “...I meeean, it was more like he kidnapped me and held me captive.”             Sunny snorted back laughter. “Haha, yeaaah... Still though, I’m happy for him! Usually he just, uhh, dumps ‘em in the nearest security office outside to get them outta the daycare,” he shrugged. “But I think he likes you! I told ‘im that he would! If he’d stop trying to scare away all the staff, then maybe we could have more friends here to spend the night with us...” He folded his arms, sounding disgruntled.              “Scare them away...?” Nate questioned. “I thought he was just trying to make them go to sleep?”            ”UHH-!! Y...YEAH! That’s what I meant, haha!! Scare them into taking their naps!” He giggled nervously.            “Well, I’m glad he’s starting to feel like he can trust me,” Nate smiled, patting Sunny’s shoulder to reassure him. “He uh, didn’t get in trouble for last night, did he?”            Sun shrugged. “Naaah; He kinda got scolded for it, but the staff ain’t gonna do anything to us. Maybe they’re nervous they’ll end up in the same position you did, heehee~” He gave a playful scribble of his fingers to Nate’s belly.            "WAH-HAHA-!” He yelped and jumped back. “Y-Yeah well!! I think they’re a buncha scaredy-cats for letting a little tickling keep them from doing their jobs!”              Sun giggled into his hand. “Heheh, if ya say so~! Not a lotta people I know wanna be tickled half to death by Moony, sooo this is a nice change of pace~!” He wiggled his fingers at the night guard before suddenly clamping his arms around him and tickling up and down his sides, giving his belly a few squeezes.            “GYAHH-HAHAHA!! I D-DIDN’T SAHAHAY THAT’S WHAHAHAT I WANTEHEHED!!” He blushed brightly, squirming back and forth.              “Suuure it isn’t~” The bot gave a mischievous giggle, stopping after a few moments. “I’m not gonna get too carried away, you gotta get your dumb paperwork done first,” he made a thumbs-down sign.             “Y-Yeah yeah, I’ll do that in a little bit...” Nate cleared his throat, then glanced up toward the castle tower. “So uh, he brought me up there?”             “Yup! We both have a room up there. Here, I'll show ya!" Sun wrapped an arm tightly around Nate; being this close to the robot, he could hear a very soft electronic beeping coming from his chest, summoning the pulley rope over to him. After attaching himself, he wrapped his other arm around the brunette. "Hang on tight~!"             Nate exclaimed loudly at the feeling of being swiftly hoisted into the air, soaring above the daycare, clinging tightly to Sun. When they were brought up to the tower ledge, Sun plopped him down in the small room, introducing it with a theatrical flourish of his hands. “It ain’t much, but it’s still home!”                Sunny’s room looked like a very unkempt studio apartment, with plushies and toys strewn about. There was an old arcade cabinet, oversized wooden letter blocks, and a ...traffic cone? Various PizzaPlex posters lined the walls, along with many childrens’ drawings depicting the young patrons interacting with the animatronics. Sun had a whole section of the wall dedicated to art of himself.             Nate also took notice of the large round opening in the wall, recognizing Moon’s room by the constellation globe. Before he headed in there, a small chest semi-hidden in the corner of the room caught his eye. He tilted his head and went up to it. “What’s this...?”             “O-Oh..! That’s, uh...” Sunny tapped his fingers anxiously.             Nate took pause, not opening the latch yet. “Oh- If it’s private, I won’t look!”            “Nono, it’s okay! It’s just more drawings that I uh- Don’t have a spot on the wall for yet.”           Opening the chest, Nate saw that it was half-filled with more childrens’ drawings. These ones, though, all had Freddy depicted in some way or another... Some of which had Freddy crossed out with an X or a crayon scribble.           “I take it you... Don’t like Freddy much?” Nate turned to him.          Sunny gave a big shrug. “Who, me?? Naaah, Freddy’s great! He’s the star of the show, after all! He’s everyone’s favorite! A big loveable lug who only ever knows how to give autographs and hokey compliments!!” He sounded like a passive-aggressive customer service agent. “I know how to play some instruments too, y’know; I can play a mean xylophone!!” He huffed. “Never MIND all the hard work I do to keep the little guys happy, it’s gotta be called FAZBEAR everything, haha!!” He let out a forced laugh, starting to pace around. “Even the theater with OUR FACES is called FAZBEAR theater,” he growled and folded his arms. “B’sides, that’s not even the REAL Freddy anymore, he— ” He gasped and clamped a hand to his mouth. “Ohhh I wasn’t supposed to say that...”          “Well someone sounds jealous,” Nate went over and nudged him playfully, though he looked up at the bot with concern.          Sunny sighed and looked away. “Yeah, maybe...I know I shouldn’t complain, I love spending time with the little guys and I think I’d just get stage fright havin’ to perform in front of a thousand staring eyes.” He gestured to his wall of fanart. “All this reminds me why I do what I do. I just...Kinda wish the rest of this place could see it, y’know..?” He idly kicked away one of the nearby toy blocks.             Once again, Nate was reminded that despite how childlike this robot was, he clearly had an insightful side to him; a sense of looking for a purpose. “Sounds like you’ve got a lot of unresolved junk,” Nate patted him on the shoulder. “I think you should try talking to him. Who knows, maybe you’ll see that you have more in common than you realize.”           “Yeah...” Sun wrung his hands together. “Maybe you’re right, Noot-Noot.”           He snorted. “Quit it with the ‘Noot-Noot’ already, I’m trynna be serious,” he gave the jester a light shove. He then peeked into the tunnel to the other room. “Can I...?”          “Oh, sure! Hold on, lemme give you a better look!” He flipped on one of the two light switches, turning on the lights in Moon’s room. Climbing in, Nate recognized the massive pile of pillows and blankets; but now he had a better view of the wall. Similar to the other room, there were posters and childs’ drawings. But he noticed that Moon had significantly less drawings of himself hung up, and felt a pang of sympathy for him. The manager had said that he wasn’t... well, the way he was, during the day. But it almost seemed as if he still wasn’t as well-liked. ...Or maybe he was just picky about the art he hung up. Nate wouldn’t be surprised, given his personality.             He then noticed his drawing, along with Sunny’s from last night. “Oh hey, look, he kept these!”            Sunny giggled, peering in through the tube. “Yeah! I think he likes them! That red fellow looks like a fun guy; Is he another robot? Or maybe an attendant like me??”               Nate chuckled and quickly shook his head. “Nahh, that’s... It’s a long story. Let’s just say he’s an ‘imaginary’ friend of mine.”             After looking around, the jester turned the light back off in Moon’s room, ad was ready to bring them back down to the daycare floor. Nate hung on tightly as he summoned his rope, and whooped and shouted with delight and adrenaline as they swung down.             “Heehee, glad you had fun with that!! I’d love to give the kiddos their very own flying adventures, but that would prolly be too dangerous for ‘em... Anyways!! Go get your papers done so we can play! Hurry!!” Sunny picked up his bag and took his hand to start pulling him over to the desk.            “ACK-!! Okay okay!! Before I do, though...” Nate gestured to his bag. “I have a surprise for you!"            Sunny gave an elated gasp, putting his hands to the sides of his face. "A surprise?! What is it? Whatcha got??" He jumped up and down excitedly.             He shuffled through his bag until he found the TENS unit, holding it up for him to see. "You said you wondered what it's like to be ticklish, right?"            "Bwuh— " He balked. "Well, I... Yeah, kind of, actually," he tapped his fingers together, suddenly seeming shy. "It seems like a lot of fun..."             Nate gained a playful glint in his eye. "It is fun! And I've heard you laugh; it's cute~!"            “Aw shucks~” He waved a hand at the night guard, before taking the device and looking it over curiously. “So this thingy is gonna make me feel ticklish?”            “Yeah, I think so! It’s called a TENS unit. It gives off very small electric pulses.”              “Electric, huh? Well I know that too much voltage can be really painful to us...”               Nate shook his head. “It doesn’t have much voltage at all. It’s meant to help relax peoples’ muscles but some people think it feels really ticklish. I’m uh... totally not speaking from experience or anything.” He cleared his throat. “That being said, having it on a high setting can actually be pretty painful to people... But I think maybe a metal body will react differently to it.” He directed the robot to stick the nodes to his belly, sides, rib area, hips, and the ball-joints where his 'armpits' would be. "Now again, I don't know for sure if this'll work, so tell me if it hurts at all."            "Yes, yes, I will!!"             He tried the lowest setting first. A very soft electrical poke.            "Nh-!" Sun jolted a little. "Whoaaa... I felt that! It felt weird... Do it again, do it again!!"               He turned it up one notch, and sped up the pulses just a little.              "N-Nn-hehehe..!" The robot flinched and shifted around, reflexively pulling his arms in against his torso. "Ohhh I thihihink it's workihihing!!"             Nate snickered. “I think it is too~ How’s it feel?”             ”It feels- EEP-! K-Kinda nihihice??” Each pulse made him flinch comically. “L-Like my bodyYYY-heehee’s trying to gehehet away from it but n-not in a bad way??”               Nate nodded. “Not a bad way to describe it...” He clicked the settings up two more notches. “How about now?”            Sunny's soft giggles went up in pitch, and he wiggled around more, hopping in place. "EeeeEEE-Hehehe!!" It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. Sure, he had very basic sense of touch, but there was no reason for a robot to feel sensations like ticklishness or pain - at least not from being touched by organics. Especially in a room full of rowdy kids that were prone to tugging, kicking, slapping and otherwise having no concept of personal space. “GYEH-Heheheh!! I-Is thahahahat!! The b-behehehest you gohohot?!” He shakily pointed in Nate’s face.               Nate blinked, impressed by his sudden competitive urge; It reminded him of himself. Seemed like he really was enjoying himself. “Heheh, alriiight, you asked for it!”              As soon as the device was dialed up to the medium setting, any semblance of composure the sunshine bot had totally crumbled. He squealed in delight and doubled over, squeezing his eyelids shut, clamping his arms over his torso and stumbling back. "GYAAA~HEEHEEHAHAHA!! Ohohoho my s-stahahahars!! It tiiihihicklles-hahahaha!!" He whined, shaking his head back and forth, still very unsteady on his feet -  until he eventually fell on his butt, trying to hide his face behind his arm. He let out loud, adorable snorts and hiccups in his shrieks of laughter, kicking his legs out.                 Nate saw his opportunity to stick the last remaining two nodes to his feet. He grabbed his ankle and took off one of his slippers, seeing that his feet weren't nearly as articulated as his hands. They had a very basic human foot shape, and a joint seperating his ‘toes’ from his arch, but he didn't really have toes; just small paw-like bumps. "EEEE-HEEHEE DOOOHOHON'T!!" he whined, gently kicking and tugging his ankle in the young man’s grip.              But despite his protests, Nate stuck the node on and made the pulsations quicker. "GYAAA-HAHAHAHA!!" His delighted squeals only spiked louder when he repeated the action with his other foot. “OHOHOHO P-PLEEEHEHEHEHEASE-HAHAHAHA!!”               At this point, Nate sat back to view his handiwork, giggling quietly to himself. "Remember, Sun, if it's too much, I can stop anytime~"               "N-NUUU-HEEHEHE I CAN TAHAHAKE IT! I-I'LL PROHOHOVE IT!!" He scrambled to snatch the remote out of Nate’s hand, cranking up the settings to max.               Nate gasped and tried to take it back from him. "Wait! Be careful!! That could actually shock— "               He was interrupted by an absolute eruption of screeching laughter. Sunny launched himself face-down onto the floor, tossing the remote away and curling in on himself, an incoherent mess of high-pitched squeals and squawking and guffaws, his voice starting to become a glitched-out garbling. He punched and kicked at the floor mats, his triangle rays spinning and retracting slightly. Until finally, it became too much for him.              "E-ECLIIIHIHIPSE-HEEHEHEE!!"              Nate caught onto the safeword and immediately grabbed the remote to turn off the device. Sunny flopped back down, rolling onto his back; although he didn't really have a need to pant for breath, Nate could clearly hear his servos whirring, like fans kicking in on an overheated computer. "H-Hehe...Heh... WHOO... That was fun!!" He let out dopey giggles, slowly sitting up and scratching his head. "I-I can see how that could get to be a liiittle too much after a while... which is why I keep tellin' Moon to ease up a little!" He huffed.               Nate snickered and gave him a firm pat on the shoulder, which Sunny turned into a hug, "OOF- Well I’m glad you had fun, haha!”               “H-Heehee, yeah, it’s such a rush!! It’s so fun to feel like you hafta laugh to your heart’s content~!” As he staggered to his feet and started taking the nodes off, He pointed to the remote sheepishly.  “Can uhh... can I keep this? Pretty pleease?”              Nate pretended to think it over. “Mmmmm... Sure! I can always just order a new one.”               The jester gave a silent cheer and a little fistpump.             “Feel free to use it to keep yourself distracted while I work on paperwork if you want!”              The sunshine robot did just that. Sitting a short distance away from the security desk, he put the nodes back on, testing out different spots like his hips, back, knees, elbow joints, even his palms. His laughter ranged from adorable snorting giggles to obnoxious honking cackles. It was almost as distracting as the first night of him nagging for attention. But Nate was happy to see the adorable bot discovering how it felt to be ticklish.             2am soon came around. Nate figured it was now or never if he was going to try to persuade Moon to be somewhat cooperative with him. “Hey, Sunny? Can I go ahead and turn off the lights? I’m trying to convince Moon to watch a movie with me.”             “You already wanna say goodnight??” Sunny whined. “I see how it is,” he ‘harumph’ed and folded his arms, turning to face away from Nate dramatically.             “Oh stop being a brat,” he gave the bot a playful shove. “I have plenty of chances this month to spend time with you. I just...I think I’m getting through to Man-in-the-Moon and I want to see that we can be friends.”            Sunny eventually chuckled. “I know, I know~ I want that for him too! ...Maybe if he won’t open up to me, he’ll at least tell you something...” he muttered. "...Waaaait a minute..." he giggled devilishly and rubbed his hands together in a comical manner. "Y'knoww, maybe Moony oughta have a taste of his own medicine~!"          Nate's eyes widened, realizing what he was implying. "Oooh, you're right~ Are you sure that's a good idea though? Would he even let me put it on him?"          "Nope, and nope," Sun snickered. "So I'll get ya all set up!" He jumped up, re-attaching the sticky nodes in the most effective spots, getting closer to where the light switch was by the desk. ...Which now had a steel cage installed over it that needed to be unlocked in order to be used.         "You run over, turn it off, and run back before he wakes up. Put it on max right away or he'll just pull it off. Be quick though, he's gonna know exactly what you're up to."              Sun laid out on his back, keeping his arms folded beneath himself, kicking the remote as far away from himself as he could manage. Nate took a deep breath, went over to flip the cage open and turn off the lights... And made a mad dash back over to dive toward the remote.          Moon was livid. He booted up much faster than the previous two nights, immediately privy to the prank they were trying to pull. "RrrRRRR don't you even DARE-!!" He snarled, scrambling to stop laying on his own arms, clutching at the remote.           But Nate got to it first, and cranked it up to max.             He was met with an unholy screech, followed by a cacophony of raspy, frantic laughter. "GYEEEAAHH-HAHAHAHAHA NOOOHOHOHO!!" His thin metal frame flailed, buckled, arched and rolled around in an attempt to escape the unbearable ticklish jolts swimming through him. He succeeded in pulling one of the nodes off before being forced to try and protect his own body, his laughter starting to come out as garbled glitchy wails.         Nate laughed quietly to himself, doing a little fist-pump for his successful revenge. Still though, he kept a close eye on him, not wanting him to become too distressed.         But after a moment, the robot stopped trying to avoid the torment. He pounded his fist on the floor, curled in on himself ... But didn't make an effort to pull off any of the other nodes. His laughter grew less frantic, and became surprisingly cute. He cackled, wheezed, hiccuped and whined. After the initial shock of the sneak-attack, his software seemed to realize he wasn't in any actual danger. But eventually:         "E-ECLIIIHIHIPSE!!"           Nate clicked off the nodes, and was met with the same sound of whirring fans. The jester's twitchy frame let out low, loopy giggles and wheezes.         "That's what you get, jerk," he stood over him with his arms folded, sticking out his tongue. "How'd you like it??" He asked half-joking, half genuine.          "...That's... what it feels like...?" Moon slowly sat up. "What... a rush~!" He cackled. "Heheheheh I'm glad I get to dish out that kind of punishment to all you silly night guards," he chuckled and rubbed his hands together, just like Sunny had done earlier. "No wonder you all buckle so easily... If my metal frame can barely tolerate it, you poor squishy sacks of skin must be in agony~"          ...Oh no. He'd created a monster.          "But nowww, you deserve MAXIMUM punishment for pulling a fast one on me!! YOUR turn!!" He yanked off the rest of the nodes and leapt forward to start trying to stick them to Nate.         "Wait wAIT WAIT, DON'T!!" He barked, holding a hand out and quickly backing up.          The bot could tell by his tone and body language that he wasn't just playfully trying to keep him at bay. He stopped in place, tilting his head.         "It’s just... I can handle most of the settings, but putting that thing on full-power actually hurts."         "Huh... I thought that was just a fib you were telling Sunspot ... You'd better not be lyyyiiing~"         Nate shook his head. "Nono, it's true! I only used it on you guys cause I figured it wouldn't hurt you. ...Wanna try the other settings?”        He scoffed, putting his hands on his hips. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Turning me into a giggling metal fool on the floor again?”        “I mean, you are a jester— ” Nate yelped and ducked behind the desk when the bot attempted to make a grab for him. “Oh come onn, as if YOU wouldn’t like it! You just said it’s a fun rush!”         Moon hissed, crouching over just at the edge of the security desk, where the soft padded floor met the tile. “I think you need to remember your place here, night guard,” he began to pace, like a hungry tiger looking out of its enclosure. “I’m the one who deals out the punishments, not the other way around~!”         Nate watched him pace back and forth by the desk. "You... really can’t come behind here, can you?”         Moon narrowed his gaze, and jumped up onto the desk to attempt to make a grab for him again. “You’re just ASKING to be put in time-out!!”          He squawked and jumped back. “GAHH- A-And I’m just asking you to give it a try!! Sunny had fun with it, I’m sure you will too!”         The bot grumbled under his breath, before hopping off the desk. “Well, Wise-Guy, how about this? I want to play a game.” He stepped back to open one of the large wooden exit doors to the daycare, gesturing out into the dark hallway. “Go ahead, make a run for it~” He taunted. “You want your game of ‘Ten’s? I’ll give you til the count of ten to find a place to hide~ And I will find you,” he growled. “But IF by some chance you manage to get back here without being caught, I may just humor you in your silly request.”           Nate rolled his eyes and folded his arms. “Promise?”        “One...”        The moment he uttered the first number, the brunette instinctively made a break for it. He ran out into the hallway, turning his flashlight on to try and get his bearings.        “Two...Three...” He could hear Moon still counting behind him. He bolted up the nearby stairs, which brought him to a hallway full of private party rooms, most of which had been left unlocked. He ducked inside one and closed the door behind him right as he heard Moon shout into the hallway below in a sinister, sing-song tone:        “Nine, TEN! Ready or nooott, here I coooome~”         Nate could hear him cackling and ascending the stairs, and dove under one of the long tables, hoping the tablecloth was long enough to keep him hidden. He once again felt a nervous, giddy grin creeping up on his face, his heart rate spiking.        The doorknob clicked open. He knew he probably should’ve locked it behind him... But that would’ve been cheating. He kept his hand over his mouth, staying as still as possible.         “Now where, oh where, could that slippery little weasel have gone~?” He questioned playfully, snickering to himself. “I bet I could find him, if I could just get him to make a cute little squeak again...”          With that, he dropped to the floor and slammed his hand down next to one of the chairs, his vivid red eyes shining right through the tablecloth.        “GYAAAH-!” Sure enough, Nate shrieked loudly and scrambled to escape from under the table before the bot’s long arm could grab him.          “There, just like that~!” Moon cackled, jumping clean over the table and tailing close behind him as he attempted to duck into another party room. He dove under the table again like a batter sliding into home base, but this time, Moon jumped onto the top of it with a loud THUD, pacing around to try to coax him to come out.        “You know... I have managed to scare off EVERY security guard assigned to my Daycare over the past year,” he growled. “And then you had to go and get some kind of sick thrill out of my games... How amusing~”       Nate tuck-and-rolled out from underneath to start running again. “Why’re you trying to scare everyone away?!”       “Becaaaause it’s fun~!” He cackled. “And because I WON’T have anyone staying up past their bedtime on MY watch!”         Nate couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it than that, given the way they both kept dodging his questions over the past couple nights... But he didn’t have time to contemplate it further. This time when he went into a party room, he didn’t bother hiding under the table. He kept duck-and-weaving around the tables with Moon in tow, trying to trick him out, all while he cackled and teased the brunette by wiggling his fingers in his direction. “Hehehehe, I can’t wait to get payback for that fast one you pulled on me!! I’ll make you feel ten times as ticklish~!” He growled; though it may have been an exaggeration, the thought sent a thrill of shivers up Nate’s spine.       He eventually escaped the room and made his way to the theater. Sure enough, it had the jester’s faces, with a very small “Fazbear” thrown over the top. ...Okay yeah, that’s pretty rude. But he realized he was in trouble when he didn’t have access to the theater’s large metal door. “Oh crap..” He could hear the jester’s metal clicking body behind him; though for some reason, it didn’t sound like he was moving forward. He carefully peeked behind him to shine his flashlight...      “Wha— ” He gawked at the sight before him: Moon was on the floor, arms folded in front of him, contorting his legs forward and ‘walking’ in circles around his own body.       He snorted and burst into laughter. “W-Whahahat the hell are you dohohoing?!” His laughter quickly turned to a shriek when the robot suddenly ran forward on his hands, still in that position, and he had to manage an impressive parkour jump over him in order to avoid him.           “Come onnnn, just let me catch you~!” He shouted after him, cackling impishly.           “That’s not part of the GAME, JERK!!” Nate shouted back. He ran down the stairs, attempting to head over to the other stairwell...              And running smack into Monty. “OOF-!”        The gator bot let out a low rumbling bellow at him in response. “ ‘Ey, watch where yer goin’, would ya? Shouldn’t be out here runnin’ around in the dark.”        “Oh dear, I am so sorry, my friend,” Freddy, who was standing right beside Monty, stepped forward to pat the brunette on the shoulder. “Are you all right?”       Nate cleared his throat. “Y-Yeah, sorry, I— ”        “FREDDY?!” The jester’s gravelly voice snarled from the top of the stairs. “What are YOU doing here?!”        “Oh shit--” Nate ran back to hide behind the corner of one of the walls near the restrooms, peeking out at the three of them.        “My apologies, Moonshine,” the deep, friendly voice of the bear bot responded. “Maintenance summoned us over here to double-check some of the breaker boxes while they work on the other side of the wing. We are the only ones tall enough to reach the panels, and they thought you would be too occupied with your new night guard friend. It’s so rare that we’re allowed to roam outside of our rooms at night since... Well, since last year...” He trailed off, before Monty nudged him. “Ah-! But since you are out here, do you mind helping us?”        Moon had slowly started to descend the stairs, staying on his tiptoes and keeping his back hunched like a pissed-off cat. He sounded a bit like one, too.         Monty folded his arms. “Look, I know you don’t want us in yer ‘territory’ or whatever, but the sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can go back to...Whatever the hell you’re doin’.”        Moon stayed quiet for a few seconds. Perhaps, for a moment, the jester mulled over what Nate had said to his counterpart earlier that night. He finally sighed and gave a begrudging nod. “Fine. But make it quick. I’m busy trying to... track down a sneaky little weasel that’s gotten loose in the building.” He glanced over his shoulder, his red eyes glancing in Nate’s direction, giving a wink. He felt his face heat up and resisted every urge to snap back at him.        “A weasel??” Freddy’s eyelids raised in surprise. “Goodness, if there’s a rodent loose in the Pizzaplex, it must be contained immediately!”        Monty snorted into his hand in reaction to Freddy’s cluelessness, seeming privy to what Moon was implying, as he also looked over right at Nate.         “Ohh, no need to worry about that, I’m certain I’ll find it. You know I always catch my prey~” the jester cooed. Goosebumps crawled up Nate’s skin from his ‘threat’.

         The three headed down the narrow hallway next to the Daycare and over to the breaker box at the end, and Nate tried to carefully shine his flashlight into the darkness, out of curiosity. As the two other bots reached up to fiddle with the panels, Nate saw Moon sneak up close behind them... And pull the TENS unit out of his pocket. He ever-so-sneakily stuck a couple of the nodes onto each of their sides. By the time Monty spun around to swat at whatever was bothering him, it was too late. “What are you--”          He powered on the unit just above a medium setting, and was instantly answered by loud, startled metallic howls of laughter, both bots clutching their sides.             “WAAHH-HAHAHA OH HEHEHEAVENS W-WHAHAHAT-?!” Freddy immediately let out loud, deep belly-laughs.            Monty initially tried to resist the sensations, pounding his fist against the wall. “MMFNNGHRRHH--!!” But soon, couldn’t resist the deep chuckles welling up in his voice box. ”RRGRRAHH-HAHAHAHA NOOO-HAHAHA!!”          Moon cackled in delight to himself at realizing it worked on the other bots. But it stopped as soon as it had started, since his patience was growing thin; he yanked off the nodes and hopped away like a gleeful little gremlin.             Montty snarled after him, shaking his fist. “What the HELL was what about?! Why I oughta-!!”          Freddy held the gator back. “E-Easy now, Rockstar!! It was just a harmless prank! Nothing wrong with a little laughter, right?”             Monty grumbled to himself. “Yeah, I guess...” despite his disgruntled reactions, his tail was slowly wagging behind him.          “Whatever that was tickled us...Somehow...” Freddy continued. “Usually only some of the equipment in parts and service can manage that...”          “Yeah yeah, don’t remind me,” Monty growled, both of their servos whirring loudly.          With his prank a success, Moon’s head quickly spun a full 180 to glare straight at Nate.          “OHCRAP-!!” It was his cue to continue their game. Nate bolted back down the hall, up the stairs, and this time went in the opposite direction, heading to the dining area just overlooking the Daycare. Which, in hindsight, he probably should’ve done first, seeing how it had the slide that led directly into the ballpit. And, in hindsight, he probably should’ve just run back to the wooden doors. Whatever, he might still win this!!          Moon’s wicked cackles followed him the whole length of the hallway; out of pure adrenaline he parkoured over the locked metal gate and ducked around the tables. Moon’s hands just barely grazed his sides as he slid down into the ballpit, quickly scrambling to try and get out... But he crashed in just behind the young man, snatching him up and relishing in his scream. “GOTCHA~!”           His attack was just as relentless as it had been the previous night; if not moreso. He didn’t wait a second to bring the claws out, manically scritching and scribbling over every inch of Nate’s torso, turning him into a flailing fish as they climbed out of the ballpit. He pinned his victim to the floor, yanked off his shoes, and began anew with his ticklish onslaught. He was a merciless tease, wasting no opportunity to remind Nate that he told him he would win; that he wanted the jester to win their game, he wanted to be reduced to this adorable, screaming, giggling mess of hysteria.          Eventually, he had to tap out again. Just in time, too, since the jester’s battery had been depleted. “Heheheheh, that neverrrr ge-ge-gets olldddd...” His voice drawled out, glitching a little. “Be-be-before we sleep, I must recharrggeee...” He stood up, dragging himself over to the direction of his charging station.          “Wha... Hey, wait a minute!!” In the midst of his ticklish ‘punishment,’ he hadn’t had the chance to remind Moon that he did, in fact, win the game. He got here before him, just like he told him to!! But at the moment, he was too worn out to chase him down, or even shout after him.          So instead, he managed to drag himself to his feet, plopping down to lay in front of the charging station until he came back out.           Moon came out to see a disgruntled Nate loafed on the floor, glaring up at him.          “I still won,” he stuck his tongue out at him. “You said that if I get here before you, you’ll do what I asked. Are you really gonna be a rule-breaker and cheat at your own game?”          “Hmmph... I suppose you’re right...” He scratched his chin, as if thinking it over. But instead of taking the TENS unit back out of his pocket, or bringing him to his room, he scooped Nate up and headed over toward the TV, starting to gather up nearby cushions.          “What’re you...?”          “I said I would humor you in your request. You requested last night to watch a movie. You really ought to specify before making deals~”           “Oh for crying out-!!” Nate huffed and gave a shove to his chest. “Fiiine! Like I said, I think you’ll like it.” Moon brought over his bag and allowed him to pull out his movie of choice: The Nightmare Before Christmas. “I considered ParaNorman, it’s one of my favorites, but it might be a bit...Much.” The topic of a little girl being a victim of the Salem Witch trials might be a little cruel to show to a robot programmed to protect children.           “Christmas...? It’s not even summer yet.”          “It’s not Halloween yet either, but that doesn’t stop people from watching it all year round.”          “I have heard of this...” He muttered as he put it into the DVD player. “Children have tried sneaking it into the daycare to watch behind my back. The staff says it’s too scary for the youngsters.”              Nate shrugged. “I mean, there’s no blood or anything, but it does have some creepy themes. It’s about a town full of monsters called Halloween Town.”          “Monsters, hm...? Is that why you think I’ll enjoy it?”          “Wha— no!! Well...Yes?? I dunno they’re nice monsters!” He huffed and gave the bot a shove. “Just watch it, you’ll see!”           Moon chuckled to himself, amused by his reactions.           The robot stayed mostly silent and still during the movie, seeming very intrigued by the music and animation, occasionally tilting his face plate side-to-side to the rhythm.          He snickered at the scene of Jack discovering Christmas Town. “Just like Sunspot when staff decorated the daycare for Christmas for the first time... So easily amused,” He shook his head.          Although he said that, he himself was easily amused at some of the dark humor; Sally poisoning the mad scientist, flinging herself out the window to end up in pieces, the Easter Bunny being kidnapped. The entire scene of the children receiving horrific creatures in their Christmas gifts had him on the floor cackling and wheezing.          “You’re terrible!!” Nate gave him a shove, though he was snickering along with him. “You’d better not be going after kids like that!”           He meant his comment in jest, but it made Moon jolt upright. “No!!” He hissed. “Not anym— Not...to that extent,” he quickly caught himself. “Only when they can tell I’m not going to harm them. Like that first song said, ‘Life’s no fun without a good scare~’” He sat up, glancing away for a moment. “But then they go and grow up, they’re taught that anything outside their own little comfort bubble is to be avoided... and sometimes, they become the monsters that they fear...”             Nate listened to him carefully, still a little concerned...             Though as the movie ramped up to its climax and it shifted back to Oogie Boogie’s lair, Nate was hit with a realization: Oh no. That scene.           He tried to brace himself, ever so slightly scooting away, keeping up a brave face by...Sitting as rigid as a board. Moon tilted his head, a little confused by his actions...          Until the moment with Oogie tickling Sally’s leg caught his full attention. Had he been able to smile any wider, he likely would have. He slowly turned to Nate, who had his head turned as far to the side as he could manage. And promptly grabbed the night guard by the leg. He barely managed to yell in protest before the jester brought his claws back out and skittered them up and down his sole, toes, over his kneecap and under his calf.          “GAHH-HAHAHA SHIHIHIT-!!” He picked up a cushion to attempt to muffle his laughter and whines.          “So now I see the true reason you wanted to watch this with me~” He chuckled devilishly. “You could have just asked~”          “A-AAH-HEHEHEH Y-You dohohon’t seem the tyhyhype to wait f-for permihihission!!”            After his brief attack, the robot gave his full attention back to the movie during Oogie’s battle, and the beautiful ending song with Jack and Sally, seeming contemplative.               At the end of the movie, Nate looked up to him. “So? What’d you think?               He gave a nod. “It was quite amusing... I like that Jack fellow. He found ways to make his own fun. A shame he nearly fell to ruin for it...” he scoffed.            “I don’t think he was in the wrong for that, though,” Nate shrugged. “Everyone should be free to try new things and explore the world. I think he just went about it the wrong way.”            Moon tilted his head. “And what do you suppose would be the right way?”               “Well...I think he just should’ve tried to talk to people more, y’know? Maybe if he could’ve gotten them to understand how burnt-out he was feeling, they could’ve come up with better solutions together. He had so much pressure on his shoulders to be the best, it’s no wonder he felt like he had to go overboard. Sally was trying so hard to get through to him and show him that she cared, but... He just got too caught-up in his own personal frustrations to notice.”            “I see...” Moon muttered quietly.              Nate was glad to see that the movie seemed to have struck a chord with him.              And now that his guard was down...              The brunette immediately dove for his pocket to wrestle out the TENS unit.               "Wha... HEY!!" He exclaimed, then snarled and tried to shove Nate off of him, gripping his arms. But he was stronger than he looked, after having had plenty of tickle-wrestling matches with his friends during game tournaments, and managed to unwrap the cords and shove some of the nodes onto the bot’s midsection. Right before Moon could grab the remote, Nate flipped on the device to a medium setting with quick pulsations.               "GAH-!!" The bot instantly yelped and burst into cackles and wheezing giggles again; not as intense as before, but he still had to let go of Nate to wrap his arms around his torso. As if that would help any. "YEE-Heeheehehehe W-Why yohohou!!" He wriggled back and forth. "You'll PAHAHAY for thahahat!!"              Yeah yeah, I'm sure I will," Nate stuck his tongue out and used the chance to stick more nodes to his spindly thrashing form: his hips, ball-joint shoulders, and back. He answered with more shrieks and cackles, throwing himself into the cushion pile, kicking his legs behind him. Nate snickered into his hand. "Pfff- Who knew someone so terrifying could be so cute!"               "NOHOHO I'M NAHAHAT!!" He attempted to snarl again through his laughter.               "You can pull those off anytime you want, y'know~" Nate teased. To which Moon just responded with defiant growls. As soon as he took a fetal position on the floor, Nate used the chance to yank off one of his slippers and stick the last nodes to his sole and "toe" area.               "NOO NONO-NAAH-HAHAHAHA~!!" The bot shrieked again, burying his metal faceplate into the cushions.              "Now who’s the cute one?!" Nate taunted.               "S-STAHAHAP SAYING THAHAAT!! I'M NOHOHOT JUST SOME LITTLE DOLL!!"               " ‘Course you're not!!” Nate snickered impishly. “You're big and tough, and super acrobatic and talented, and terrifying! You’re just as much fun to be around as Sunny, and I bet you’re really good at your job— ”              The compliments just seemed to fluster the robot more. He let out garbled snarling - which sounded a bit like whining -  and his servos whirred into overdrive. Nate knew how to go for the throat...Because this bullshit always got to him really badly.             Nate didn’t wait for him to say Eclipse this time; he flipped off the unit after a few moments, bracing himself for the jester getting revenge. But he didn’t; he just stood up wordlessly, yanked off the nodes and scooped up the young man into his arms.          “We going to bed now?” Nate smirked smugly up at him. He gave a brief nod, handing him a Moondrop candy. The brunette had to resist bursting into snickering at him giving the silent treatment, undoubtedly completely flustered from having the tides turned on him.             He finally spoke up as he brought them upstairs. “You say you find me scary, yet you go and say all of that about me as well... Like I said, I don’t understand you organics.” He huffed. "Surely you know the rumors about this place. About... Us. All of us machines."           Nate just shrugged. "Well yeah, but... I don't think it's fair to judge you guys based on rumors. I feel like there's more to it than what people make things out to be. People always look for reasons to be afraid of robots. But I think you’re all just... frustrated. Sunny made it sound like the staff doesn’t appreciate you guys the way they should.”            Moon stayed silent. They got to his room, settled into the pillow pile, and Nate huddled up to him, just as comfy as the night before. But something was still weighing on his mind.           "...About the incident Sunny mentioned— "           "I am not going to discuss it," Moon immediately growled.           "I know! I was just gonna say, you don't have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable. But for what it's worth... I don't think you're a bad guy," He looked up at him. “Everyone makes mistakes, y'know? And the important thing is that you're trying to work on yourself and become better."           Moon was quiet for a few moments, before he finally spoke up with surprising softness. "I... Appreciate that."           Nate turned his attention back to the wall with his drawings. “Besides, it looks like the kids still like you, right? You have a pretty impressive wall of fanart here,” he attempted to uplift his spirits.          “...Not as impressive as Sunspot’s. He’s the star of the show, after all. He’s everyone’s favorite.”          “...Am I sensing a little jealousy?”          He shrugged after a moment. “Can’t entirely say I envy his position. Dealing with all those screaming, messy, rowdy little brats all day long... They need someone like me to set them straight and put them to bed.” He huffed. “But still...” He went quiet again.          “Well...I think you should try talking to him,” Nate commented quietly. “Who knows, maybe you’ll see-”            “That we have more in common than we realize...” Moon finished his sentence, before giving a soft chuckle. “Perhaps.”          After a few more moments of silence, he spoke up again. "...Come to the daycare tomorrow before closing hours. Sunspot wants you to see him at work."          Nate yawned loudly. “Mmmm, okay. It’ll be fun to see you guys doing what you do best...”          “Yes. Now go to sleep already,” he grumbled. “You have until the count of ten.”              He snickered, already having a hard time opening his eyes. “Yeah, yeahh...”             “One... Two... three... four...”          As Nate drifted off, he barely noticed the shift in the robot’s voice, from his typical deep menacing rasp to a gravelly, but low, soft whisper; Nor did he see his eyes shift from vivid red to a soft yellow. He went on standby mode again; this time, his grip around the young man wasn’t so tight.             Sunspot was right... It was nice to have company.

[butwhatifidothis]

I mean, on that same twitter post I mention we have BOTH sides (edelstans and edelcritics/whatever you wanna call em) calling eachother fascists for liking/disliking edelgard. Theres also the dude that posted cropped Edelgard r*pe porn in the comments so...I wouldn't exactly call either side better. At best, I'd say the Edelcritics that hate edelgard to THAT extent kinda went quiet while the edelstans that SUPER like edelgard got louder. You can find the shittier Edelgard haters (I say hater because they legit hate her ass and say legitimately sexist shit in regards to her) if you looked for it or stumbled upon it.

Also, I feel like you're taking it way to seriously by going "Yeah but one side has people who HATE Rhea and Dimitri so they are the worse ones since they want to put down people with mental illness!" When Rhea and Dimitri AREN'T people, they're lines on a screen. They don't even have any stated specific mental illness and rhea's mental illness is just going as berserk as every other dragon in the series except the thing that's caused her to go berserk is Byleth's betrayal (or just it's just a thing that happens in the normal church route for x reasons because whats a fire emblem game without a berserk dragon? And while we're at it, lets make the fact she went berserk turn some members of the church into dragonish monsters through dragon blood because why not!)

And Dimitri's is further bogged down by the fact that during the church route he ends up becoming a voice in *byleth's* head and is a ghost??? Or something? (It's been two years and I still don't know what that was all about)

I'm not even going to TRY and wrap my head around the implications that IS were going for his FEH story where he talks to the literal goddess of the dead and another undead character who talks about the people hes sees. Are they trying to say that Dimitri is ACTUALLY haunted???

Then we have Edelgard who was tortured at a young age and had her siblings die presumanly yet her only real issue (outside of lacking a brain and being paranoid) is that shes uwu scared of wats!!! Owo isn't that qwuirky! Shes got twauma and twust isswues!

God. You can REALLY tell they had trouble with consistently writing the routes AND making it so the characters make any sense on other routes.

The people who did that shit are horrible - that's not to say that they are as prevalent of a fandom problem as the other, however, which is much of the point I was getting at.

Yes, both sides have done some terrible shit. Not gonna deny that. Also, again, not about to sit here and say that both sides are equally committing these sort of shitty things as each other. Just because you can find this shit on "the other side" doesn't automatically mean that both sides are actually just as bad as the other. You point to one post as proof that both sides are equally as bad as the other - I can assure you, the stuff that I and others talk about when we say "Edelstans have knee-capped the fandom" is far, far more widespread than that.

And "one side has people who HATE Rhea and Dimitri so that are the worse ones since they want to put down people with mental illness" look. When people come in, look at mentally ill characters, and say independent of anything else "yeah, they should be put down cuz they're too dangerous specifically because of their mental illness" and they mean that with 100% sincerity, am I not supposed to get, y'know, a little creeped out by that?

Like, for another example, there's a difference between someone saying "Yeah I don't care about Byleth x Student ships because in the end I like their dynamic and they're not real" and someone saying "Well teachers dating their students isn't that bad of an issue anyway so who cares." One is acknowledging that this is fiction and that doesn't necessarily reflect on one's real life opinions and enjoying it as fiction, and the other... is the real life opinion, being applied to the fiction to justify it.

Also, "rhea's mental illness is just going berserk as every other dragon in the series except the thing that's caused her to go berserk is Byleth's betrayal" um and also the fact that the Nabatean genocide is being recreated. She and her family are being chased out of their homes by someone aiming to kill them with the mutilated remains of her mother - that's Zanado. That's what Nemesis did to the Nabateans. That's what Byleth and EdeIgard are doing to Rhea, Seteth, and Flayn on CF. "the thing that caused her to go berserk is" the recreation of the eradication of her race, forcing her to relive it.

Also, I'll give you that saying we need to "put dimitri down" is shitty, I can't say rhea is in the same camp. In two routes she goes berserk but for two different reasons, and in golden deer and blue lions the only 'mental illness' she has is being stuck in the "denial" stage of grief for a million billion years but otherwise shes just hunky dory by the time the game ends (except in golden deer because she tanked some missiles.)

“she goes berserk for two different reasons” yes and one of them is the recreation of the genocide of her people, banishment from her home of Garreg Mach, and the killing/exilement of the last remaining family near her pushing her past the brink and breaking her mind. Y’know. What happens in CF. We can speculate what irl equivalent best fits her, but to sit here and say “yeah no Rhea was pretty much completely fine throughout the game” is not only ignoring the game, but how the fandom itself treats Rhea as a whole, which is saying that she along with Dimitri should be “put down” because they’re too mentally unsound to be safe around others.

I hope I don’t come off as too rude or anything, but yeah

Edit: Very recently (so not something nonnie could have known about so nothin’ against them but yeah), there was someone unironically saying that Edelgard’s war was a good thing because in real life violence must be used to enact change and believing otherwise is idealistic, using real life examples to showcase this point, which further shows off what I mean by some questionable things being said by Edelstans

[backofthebookshelf]

One of the nice things about the way the TMA fandom has reached full large-fandom levels of toxicity is that I no longer care if people get mad at me for my opinions on characters! So, some Georgie meta.

(Because fandom is and always has been Like That, I do feel the need to clarify here that I love Georgie, she's one of my favorite characters, characters are more interesting because of their flaws, and I have no investment in the idea that women or female characters are inherently better or more emotionally competent than men or male characters. If I talk a lot about her relationship with Jon, it's because Jon is our point of view character and also the person she interacts with the most. Also, this rambles, sorry.)

I've been thinking about the Season 4 Jon Trauma post and how much I liked the way it talked about Georgie, and it's convinced me that if Georgie could feel fear, she's the one who'd be most afraid of Jon out of all of them. She's the one protagonist we have whose only interaction with the powers has been as a direct victim of them. She doesn't know what they feel like from the inside, like Jon and Melanie; she doesn't know what they're like when they're someone you love, like Basira; she doesn't even know what they're like as petty middle management, like Martin and Tim. What she knows is that one time a monster ate her (only) friend and traumatized her so badly she spent a year in a suicidal depression.

And now her ex - and yes, Jon and Georgie have a remarkably comfortable relationship in the beginning of season three, but they're still exes and they broke up for reasons, even if we don't know exactly what they are - has turned up on her doorstep, shaking and possibly bloody, with nowhere else to go and no access to his home. He's clearly lying about what's going on. He repeatedly violates her house rules. And then he tells her that he's turning into one of those same kinds of monsters that traumatized her and ate her friend. It's clearly enough to override any remaining affection she had for him, and by any definition he has now positioned himself as a trigger.

(Through no fault of his own: the only real response he has to Georgie's statement is "I can't believe you didn't tell me." She's the one who assumes that he Knew, somehow, that she also had a statement; she's the one who suggests he had alternatives. Both suggestions are plausible but we don't actually know for certain that either are true.)

But Georgie isn't afraid of Jon because Georgie can't be afraid -at least, according to her. I'm not sure how much I believe this in the grand scheme of things; it seems like an extremely unlikely mechanism for one of the fears to have. It seems much more likely to me that she's just never met anything as terrifying as that encounter was, and her subjective sense of fear has been massively recalibrated. In which case not only meeting but having hosted in your home another monster who self-describes as similar to the one that was so terrifying that literal threats to your life are no longer distressing would...probably ping. But she's conceptualized herself as a person who doesn't feel fear; it's even possible that was part of her recovery, identifying this as a possible benefit of what would otherwise have been a universally terrible, soul-breaking experience. She looked existential terror in the face and survived, and came out of it a person who cannot be afraid of anything left on this earth. That's kind of a superhero origin story, and I can't blame her for it. I think anyone with a mental illness has at least tried to find ways in which their suffering has made them a better, stronger person.

But whether she's suppressing and rationalizing away any fear she feels or she genuinely doesn't feel any of it, she does frequently behave as though her lack of fear gives her a more objective view of the situation than anyone else. I don't believe she actually uses the word "just," but it drips from her every interaction with Jon after Dead Woman Walking. Why doesn't he just stop reading the statements? Why doesn't he just quit? And, in Zombie, I honestly can't interpret her reaction to Jon when he wakes up from his coma as anything other than, Why doesn't he just die? If he hates being this so much, if he really doesn't want to be a monster, why doesn't he just die?

I really would like to think that it goes without saying that this is, at the very least, a massive failure of empathy, but she's so explicit about it and fandom spent so much time basically agreeing with her that apparently it doesn't. Not only is Georgie not afraid of the situation, but (and this is the part that makes me wonder if she's not rationalizing, rather than being supernaturally unable to feel fear) she can't possibly fathom how afraid everyone else is, and she never tries. She persists in treating the whole awful situation, as @findingfeather's post says, like this is a mundane problem with people who are refusing to help themselves, rather than a supernatural trap that has been specifically built to be inescapable.

Now, let me be clear, even if she were talking to, say, a drug addict who nearly killed themselves because they were in denial about how much of a problem they had, her attitude would be unforgivable. But in this case Jon had no choice in whether or not to become addicted to statements; it was done to him in such a way that he didn't notice it was happening until withdrawal was already incapacitating. He also didn't have the option to leave, as Tim's extended vacation made clear. And, on top of all of that, the whole reason he was in a coma in the first place was that he was trying to save the world. (Neither he nor she knows at this point that he was doing nothing of the kind, so that's really not relevant.) And - look, when Jon came to her after the end of season two, he was asking for help. When he rejected the kind of help that she offered it was because he knew it didn't apply to the problems he actually had, but she treats that like it's his problem, which is something like offering a leg splint to a person bleeding out from a gunshot wound and getting offended when they tell you that won't work. He was very clear that what was happening scared him and he didn't know what to do about it, and her only suggestion was "walk away," which he literally could not do, for multiple reasons.

She's lucky Jon has pretty much precisely zero self-worth at this point, because anyone else would have cut her off completely for behaving like a fucking asshole.

I say "she's lucky" because frankly, even though she says that she wants nothing more to do with him, she turns up at least twice in the Institute after that, with the excuse that she's picking up Melanie to take her to therapy. I don't know about you, but I have never once gone to someone's workplace to pick them up and gone snooping around inside, and no matter how fascinatingly weird that workplace is, I definitely can't imagine doing so when I know that workplace also contains a person I have definitely decided I never want to speak to again. She goes into the Archives, for Christ's sake, and she listens outside Jon's office door for long enough to catch a bit of the recording before letting herself in (so it's very clear she knows who's in there).

Now I'm not trying to paint her as a monster here; Georgie would hardly be the first person to have second thoughts about cutting off someone they still care about, or to break that boundary that they set themselves when they realize they do still want to know how that person is doing. But the fact is that she positions herself as having the moral high ground in every single discussion they have and that's just not true. She is not literally a supernatural monster, true, but if season four did anything with the concept of monsters it was breaking down the difference between "supernaturally driven no-longer-human" and "person capable of caring and empathy." (That's a whole different meta, though, one that I will get around to someday.) Not that Jon is any better, in that encounter specifically, at dealing with a complicated and contentious relationship - he deliberately goads her, even if he doesn't use compulsion. But that's the thing, they're both exes who have had a falling out and aren't handling it very well. Neither of them is in the right.

All of which makes me really wonder what her relationship with Melanie is actually like. We don't actually see hardly any of it directly, and of what we do, well, Melanie sounds like she's still high on painkillers, so it's hard to take that as an indication of anything. But given that people (who are not intentionally trying to manipulate those around them) tend to, y'know, be fundamentally the same person in their various relationships, though it may manifest in different ways, we can probably make some guesses.

I have always been bothered by, and I really can't ignore, the fact that they were getting together at the same time that Melanie was doing what Georgie has been demanding of Jon since season three: she did whatever it took to get out. I have to wonder if Georgie knows about the nonconsensual surgery part of Melanie's process of getting out, and if she does, if she understands how vital it was. I certainly wouldn't be surprised, if she does know, that she's managed to compartmentalize it: Jon inflicted this terrible trauma on Melanie, Melanie escaped the entity that took her over. (Subconscious implication: Jon is a monster; Melanie is better than him.) I would be very surprised if Georgie is interested at all in the fine distinctions between entities; she's shown no interest in learning what is actually happening to anyone in this situation beyond "it's bad and they should get out of it." But it's relevant, because by the time Melanie makes the decision to blind herself, she's in a much different position than Jon, enslaved by an entity but not consumed by one. She herself admitted to Jon that she would never have voluntarily escaped from the Slaughter.

And given how difficult Melanie finds it to talk about any of this - you can hear her dragging the words out from behind her teeth in her conversation with Jon in Flesh, truly incredible acting by Lydia Nicholas, my god - if Georgie doesn't want to hear it? I can't imagine Melanie insisting. Yes, Melanie is going to therapy, but let me tell you, I've been going to therapy for twelve years now and I have yet to have several of the important conversations my therapists have insisted I have. That shit is hard. But I can imagine a scenario where, having been told by her therapist (who, remember, doesn't have the first idea what Melanie is actually going through, because Melanie isn't telling her about the supernatural so she has to leave out a lot of really relevant details) that she ought to tell her friend/potential girlfriend/new girlfriend about these things, Melanie attempts to bring it up, Georgie says kind and reassuring things and refuses to let her clarify any of the details, and Melanie gives up in relief, thinking, well, I tried. Super valid all around, but it doesn't mean that Georgie has any clearer picture of what Melanie's traumas actually look like, never mind Jon's. There's no world in which I can imagine Georgie actually internalizing the idea that Melanie loved the Slaughter when it had her, and she would gladly have stayed with it if Jon and Basira hadn't intervened.

In Georgie's eyes, Melanie is being a Good Victim. She was hurt but she was strong; she fought it until she won; now she's going to therapy and setting boundaries and trying to heal. She got away.

(Except, of course, she didn't, because as of The Eye Opens no one has gotten away, because this is the entire world now. We have no idea how this has affected Melanie. Presumably she's out of reach of the Eye, given that Jon can't see her or Georgie (and there's some evidence on the side of Georgie's encounter genuinely having stripped her of fear, if she's also invisible to the Eye), but she spent a long time under the influence of the Slaughter. It had her firmly enough that her attacking Jon was enough to give him his Slaughter scar. If nothing else, Melanie certainly hasn't had her fear removed, and talk about a situation bound to retraumatize someone who had such a visceral revulsion to being trapped that Elias chose it as his mechanism of control over her. Melanie probably doesn't look like a Good Victim any more, and I'd bet her relationship with Georgie is suffering some serious strain because of it.)

We don't know when exactly Melanie and Georgie got together; the last time one of them mentions the other is, I'm pretty sure, when Georgie tells Jon that Melanie is back from India. So we know that Georgie and Melanie were friends; that's good, that's a good foundation for a romantic relationship. At the very least they know each other, they have some idea of what to expect. I'd be surprised if they were dating during that season 3/4 hiatus period, though, or frankly any time before Melanie's surgery, just because Melanie seems much too consumed with rage to have room for any other emotions, and I can't imagine Georgie putting up with that.

What seems way more likely to me is this: Melanie comes back from India, arranges to meet Georgie for drinks. Probably they don't talk about anything serious; possibly they talk about Jon, honestly, since we know Melanie was looking for him and Georgie talked to him about Melanie, but very likely in the same "stuck-up pompous ass" way that Melanie talks about Jon in early seasons. (I bet Melanie's roasts are amazing.) Shortly after that Melanie joins the Magnus Institute and then, very likely, either she never tells Georgie about it and therefore they don't talk much or she does tell Georgie about it and Georgie tells her that place is bad news and she won't have anything to do with it and they don't talk at all, until, whichever way that went, the Unknowing happens and Tim dies and Jon winds up in a coma and everything goes to shit. We know Georgie visits Jon in the hospital; we don't know if Melanie does, but frankly it seems unlikely. If they did cross paths during this time, it was probably very brief and superficial. Then: the surgery, and Melanie's recovery.

I'll be honest, I have a hard time imagining Melanie deciding on her own that she should go to therapy. It's possible Basira suggested it, but it really does sound like a Georgie thing to do. So I picture something like this: from the way Basira talks it sounds like they've all been pretty much living in the Archives for a while, and on top of that everyone in the Archives has just badly violated Melanie's trust, so Melanie pulls up her Facebook DMs and talks to the only other person she has. You were right, she says, this place is terrible, I can't handle it, there's no one here I can trust and I'm so alone. And Georgie, who is generous with help and advice (so long as it's accepted) and (like anyone) weak to being told she was right about something, starts talking to her. We know Georgie's got good boundaries, and we know she doesn't want to hear details about what's going on in the Institute, so I can see her saying, I can talk to you, I would love to talk to you, but not about this. For that you need a therapist.

So Melanie gets a therapist, and the prospect of going out amongst the monsters they know are stalking the Institute without that protective shield of rage (never mind the emotional vulnerability of going to therapy in the first place) makes public transit an unthinkable option, so she asks Georgie to take her, and she does, and she keeps taking her to therapy, which is, as far as we know, the only time Melanie leaves the Archives in season four, until she blinds herself and escapes it completely.

And so they have this relationship that's built up almost entirely around Melanie's trauma - with a foundation of friendship, certainly, so I do think that if they are willing to work through it they could make it a working, healthy relationship, but (and again this isn't stated in canon but is my speculation based on what we know about these characters) it is a romantic relationship that's built around the process of Melanie recovering from multiple traumas. Ones that we know that Georgie a) doesn't know many details about, and b) more importantly, refuses to know any details about. Now, I have no experience with romantic relationships and serious trauma; I might be wildly off base here. But. I know that boundaries are important and I know that trust is also important. And if Georgie is holding similar boundaries with Melanie that she has with Jon (and, as I went into excruciating detail about earlier, she has very solid emotional reasons to protect herself with those boundaries), that's drawing a hard line around what's basically the past two to three years of Melanie's life, and undeniably both the worst and most important things that have ever happened to her. That seems...difficult to manage in the long term.

(This is a bit more of a stretch, more of the germ of a fic idea than an argument I'm prepared to defend, but I also would not be surprised if Georgie told Melanie that she wouldn't date her while she was still working at the Institute. That's a very reasonable boundary, and it's good motivation - and probably healthy motivation, I do like the idea that Melanie had something to reach toward in escaping the Institute, not just the desperate flight from - but it's also something of an ultimatum. Which is not inherently bad, but it is the kind of thing that can fester, given other problems.)

Now it's entirely possible that Georgie isn't that internally consistent. People aren't! (See: Basira's attitude toward Daisy vs her attitude toward Jon in season four.) Maybe she's more flexible about being willing to listen to Melanie, maybe she's starting to understand some of what was happening and how genuinely impossible a situation it really was. But that has to be a struggle for her, too; it's not a perfect, sweet, unconditionally good situation that teaches you that you've been unfair to the point of cruelty to someone you used to care about. And by the time the apocalypse rolls around, Melanie is, if she's lucky, just barely able to say she's healed from the plain physical trauma of blinding, never mind all the other baggage. They've got to be having a rough fucking time of it, at the very least, even if you assume that they're suddenly both the kind of people who will sit still and listen supportively and talk honestly about their own messy and complicated emotions, when neither of them have been that kind of person before.

(Another disclaimer because Fandom Is Like That: This is in no way a condemnation of or argument against fluffy What the Girlfriends fic; fic is for making fluffy things that you want to happen to your faves, or building fluffy content that you desperately need for whatever reason. Gods know there are plenty of unhealthy parts of Jon and Martin's relationship that I ignore in most of my fluffy fic. This is me attempting to work through my thoughts and feelings about the relationship I see in canon in the hopes of actually being able to write some fic about these girls myself someday, because I personally can't write fic until I understand canon, and so much of them happens offscreen because they're not main characters, and they're written with such depth and complexity that you can't just slap a stereotype on them and call it good. Which is awesome! But it means I gotta do the work, and I post it because a) it's work, and this is fandom, and I want validation; and b) I'm hoping other people have insights that might also help me clarify my thinking.)

[kachulein]

Check-In Tag

I was tagged by @calcifer-rose and @marculees to do this tag. Thank you🥺💞💞

1. why did you choose your url?

Kachu is my nickname and "-lein" is a German diminutive to make it sound cuter since kachu by itself was already taken.

2. any side blogs?

Yes! I have quite a few but the only one that I actively check up on/post on at the moment is my astrology blog @dreamyaqua ...and even there I have been quite inactive due to studying for exams.

3. how long have you been on tumblr? 

Since December 2012 :')))

4. do you have a q tag?

Yes! I mainly use my "q: daydreaming💫" tag but I also have one for sleeping (that I keep forgetting to use) and I kind of replaced my "busy busy" queue tag with the daydreaming one as well. Rarely, I might temporarily make a new one with "sick/ill" or something to kind of also explain why I might be inactive/not replying to messages.

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

I'm actually not sure... I made a tumblr but didn't use it for a few years because it was too confusing to me. Then in 2014/2015 I used it here and there to reblog emo posts and then in 2016 I started getting into the kpop side of tumblr and became gradually more active (only really started interacting with people after starting my writing side blog in 2018, though).

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Because it fits my current blog aesthetic/colour theme and Yeonjun is one of my ult biases.

7. why did you choose your header?

Pretty much the same applies to my header as well. Yes, I'm a sucker for Yeonjun. c:

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

Oof...on main, I really don't know. I've made my fair share of kpop meme posts that garnered >1k notes but I couldn't say which one of those is number one. But my most popular post overall is a Bang Chan blurb I wrote on my (now mostly inactive) sideblog @fluffyheadcanons that counts >2.1k notes as of now.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

I used to keep track of them in a little booklet so that I didn't forget anyone (especially with tag games, checking up on them, and also to update their url changes) because I had >100 mutuals. I've lost touch with most of them and a lot of them aren't active on tumblr anymore, so now I keep a small circle of lovely moots with some that I've been friends with for years and others I've met in the past year!^-^ 💞💞

10. how many followers do you have? 

It keeps fluctuating but it's around 1.5k~

11. how many people do you follow?

About 271 as of now~

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

Ever? You mean, all the time? Yes, that sounds more like it. :')

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

Hmm...some days more, some days less. I probably pop in at least once a day (most of the time) but I'm not as crazily active as I was in the earlier days (I literally lived on here ok😭).

14. did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?

Hm... not a fight per se... but there were a few instances.

1) Back in 2019 I believe, I got an anon ask saying that one of my mutuals was talking shit about me on their blog and they asked me whether we had a fight (we didn't). So I went and messaged said mutual and asked what this is about and whether I've done something to upset them. They never replied and also unfollowed me and all, so to this day, I still have no idea what the heck happened.

2) I had a similar situation with a second mutual as well, there wasn't an anon involved but I just suddenly realized that they unfollowed me on every social media we connected on and same as above, to this day, I still have no idea what I did wrong/whether I did something to upset them.

3) I won't go into much detail here because what happened is very personal but this mutual was one of my first friends here on tumblr and they were without a doubt the person I talked to the most. We had similar struggles and could relate to each other well. Then there was a personal issue and I confronted them about it... I wasn't mad but I just wanted to know the truth because I don't like being lied to... but they never replied to me and it marked the end of our friendship. This one is the hardest for me to get over because we weren't just mutuals, we were so much closer than that. More than anything, I just miss them and think it's sad how we went from talking all day every day to being strangers. But life goes on...

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts? 

Depending on what it is about they make me a bit uncomfortable. I know that those posts who threaten you are all about superstitions but it still scares me/I don't wanna risk anything y'know😔

16. do you like tag games?

Yes!! I really love these type of games, so moots or anyone who's reading this, feel free to tag me in games, I'm always up for doing them! And I don't mind getting spammed either, it just means more fun games for me!^-^

17. do you like ask games?

Yes, I love them! But I don't want to annoy people so I haven't reblogged one in ages ^^"

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Hmm... I'd say Qiu (@stealerz) and Key (@key201303)!!🥺💞💞

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

I'll join Niamh here and say squishes! I do have those on my moots because you're all so precious and ily!!!👉🏻👈🏻🥺

20. tags?

@jsczclpjs @jellihye @stealerz @key201303 @interstellix @oddlittlefandomist @marriael @jbemin and anyone else who'd like to do it!~💞💞