#ill ve so good you have no idea

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[gamesetart]

In the Open relationship au at one point maybe Art actually asks her to help him out, he’s been aching so much since the talk with Patrick and seeing reader with Tashi didn’t help at all, so she gives him a hand (literally 🫣) and as he is close to reaching his high she makes him pray to god for forgiveness for that sinful act or else there’s no release 😩

ohhh wait yes

because art's been like this for a couple weeks now. needier than before, even after his composure started to slip. genuinely needy. waking up to his hard-on pressing into you, he's half-asleep and he's still needy, still gagging for it, because he just wants you so, so bad. and eventually, he caves. reasons it away to himself, thinks that it'll be alright if it's just your hand, that much he and his god can forgive him of.

you play off your immediate excitement. act concerned - is he sure? you don't want to take advantage of him, is he sure he really wants this? - and when he finally "persuades" you that yes, this is what he wants, you finally get to see his cock for the first time.

and it's pretty, a nice girth, long and very quickly going red at the tip. you were right, you think, he does flush all over. and you kneel in front of him, tell him he needs to spit on your hand so you can stroke him.

"you want me to... spit on you?"

"just on my hand, artie, right here."

he won't admit he enjoyed it, likes the idea of you so sweet and pliant he could spit on you and you'd take it - want it. but you feel his cock throb nonetheless.

he doesn't last very long, but you don't expect him to. you're on your knees, revert, beautiful, and he thinks for a moment about how much like prayer this is, how much like your god this would make him. it's a sinful, prideful thought, and he pushes it away in favour of bucking up into the warm, slick grip of your hand. he's never realised how wet things could be before, his cock rapidly leaking precum, leading to a mess of wet shlick, shlick sounds as you fuck him with your fist.

"fuck, fuck, oh god, baby, 'm close," he whines, "please--"

"don't ask me," you say, slowing your hand, drawing it out. "ask him."

you jerk your head up to the ceiling. he stares at you, eyes wide, cheeks flush, pupils blown, cock throbbing in your hand. even his balls twitch, as if to win your sympathies.

"you're being so bad, after all," you continue in a low voice, giving him a rough stroke, root to tip. your thumb swipes over his slit and he whines. "you should ask for a bit of forgiveness. tell him you're sorry, and ill let you cum."

like art isnt sorry every damn day. like he isn't plagued by sin every time he looks at you. he doesn't have to try to come up with the right words.

"f-forgive me, heav-- ah -- heavenly f-father," he chokes. "for i ha-ah-ve sin-sinned."

you resume your torturously slow hand job. all the breath leaves arts lungs in a single, shaking breath.

"i- i've had lustful feelings and--" his voice breaks. "god, oh, god-- ive been bad, ive been so bad, im so sorry, 'm sorry, im sorry, oh god, please, please, 'm sorry--"

it's like his brain is broken. he knows the words, but his mouth can't form them. he knows this prayer back to front. this very confession. but his tongue is tied, everything lost somewhere on the path from his head to his lips. it's exactly what you were looking for.

"that's a good boy. cum for me, artie."

and he does. all over your hand. his stomach. it's sort of beautiful. take that, you think vindictively. i made him like this. he's mine, now. im his fucking god.

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

weñl since I'm new to the AU and already ate every post.... Could you drop some lore of The Prototype and his link to the toys? (especially with Catnap seeing as how he recently calls him "dad" but I wonder how before he allowed Theo to consider him a God and worship him)

For my AU, the Prototype was originally Elliot Ludwig himself. He had an adopted daughter and lost her due to an illness, and then had the brilliant idea to start dubiously ethical experiments in order to bring her back. He eventually volunteered himself to be the first human to become a toy, only to realize, far too late, that without him in charge mr. Harley "what is ethics if not another rule to break in the name of SCIENCE" Sawyer would go "what if i broke every single rule Elliot ever imposed on me". Also I have adopted @lassieposting's hc about Elliot being a military veteran, which is important for this because now this man feels like he, once again, is seeing a tragedy that should have never existed at ALL.

Prototype took care of little Theo/Catnap as if he were his own son (also taken from lassieposting because good headcanons are GOOD headcanons), and after the Hour of Joy and him realizing that the toys can't go outside without risking even more death and people hunting them, he taught Catnap how to hunt. After he learned how to look after himself Catnap became more independent, and Theo was always a kind of religious boy, and that combined with him seeing Prototype as a hero made him undergo the biggest catholic moment in the history of Playtime Co.

Prototype doesn't like being called a god, but Catnap doing that did help him impose more rules on the toys ("don't go outside so humans won't find us and capture us again", "don't torture each other even if you are really hungry", "if you see a human kill it and give it to me so we can all have food"). Unfortunately their distance grew as time went on, and Prototype just. Never actually tried doing anything to stop Catnap from being like That. Again, it was helping him, and he sees Catnap as the child he failed to protect, and he just never knew how to address the elephant in the room. This entire situation was 100% Prototype's fault for not attempting to sit down with Catnap and tell him to cut it off.

Prototype has a trillion communication issues, honestly. For this AU he helped deliver Poppy's call for help to the Player/Angel, not that she knew that, because he decided that everyone had enough. He wanted someone to save the toys, even if by "saving" it meant "killing them off", because Prototype figured it was better than being alive in that nightmare.

And then Angel saved Huggy, throwing Prototype's whole plan away.

And then Bunzo, the mini huggies, PJ Pug-a-Pillar, and then Mommy Long Legs, and then Miss Delight and Dogday, and then Catnap, even when the big feline begged Prototype to end his suffering. The Angel took care of all of them. They never dared leave anyone behind.

Prototype changed his plan for it to just be for him to die, because he caused everyone to become a toy. He deserved that fate more than anyone, at least in his eyes.

And then Angel convinced him to live. The deal they made was for Prototype to help them take care of everyone and stop anyone from ever find all the documentation about how the experiments were done, and only just enough info for the humans outside to know the toys are alive and were previously innocent children. After Angel finds a bigger house, Catnap convinces Prototype to come in with them, and he reluctantly agrees.

It'll be really funny when Angel realizes Poppy was Elliot's daughter, because our favorite porcelain doll does NOT know Elliot is the Prototype. Actually, NO ONE knows that, not even Catnap himself. When Angel finds out they DEMAND Prototype to talk to Poppy because what the HECK, you already failed to communicate with one kid and now you fail to communicate with ANOTHER?

Anyways, family drama aside, Angel and Prototype unironically make a very good parent duo. Prototype knows how the toys work, while Angel knows how to be gentle and assuring. They teach the other a lot about what to do, but the majority of the toys are too afraid to talk with Prototype to learn that he's Father Material If You Ignore The Communication Issues. Catnap can confirm!

[thief-of-eggs]

HELLO LOVE <3

Brainworms have been worming extra hard since I stumbled upon your Bruce and Jay post (plus the doomed narratives one,, BELOVED), honestly those two make me so fucking ill oh my god. The tags on ur post? So true. Kith ur tags on the head. LO VE LOVE <3333 adding a little to the discussion since I am ill (and if you don't mind!!)

LOVE THE DOOMED NARRATIVE because their reconciliation is never possible imo. Grief is a wretched force that has twisted Jason's memory from the image of his beloved son into a detached, reckless amalgamation. Bruce compartmentalises to such a degree that if he has to keep functioning (both as Batman and as Bruce Wayne) that he can't possibly face the fact that his actions killed his son. His mission born out of the death of his parents couldn't have killed that bright child who was albeit a little angry at times but so full of compassion and life, right? Right?

But he has to continue. And because he does, he has to, on an internal level, make himself believe that Jason was doomed from the start. That he was too reckless. That he was too much of a mess. That he should've never been Robin (which is true in a different sense, but this line of reasoning is not it) and was destined to die. Bruce's messy cycle of grief has concluded. Acceptance comes in the form of his cherished son now being seen as 'his greatest failure, a reckless Robin, a good soldier.'

And unfortunately, the whole thing about Jason is that he is continually trying to communicate with the Bruce he remembers before he died. They're both on completely different pages in this conversation, and Jason is so mentally ill—oh my god, PTSD?—and he's trying to communicate with someone who doesn't remember him as he was. Plus, Gotham is such an intrinsic part of him that he can never pull away from it. He just gets stuck in a cycle, continually pulling away and then reaching out, and then pulling away—essentially in Limbo.

SJSJOSAOSKSOS I DO LOVE THE BRUCE AND JAY RECONCILE NARRATIVE 😭😭 THEY'RE BOTH NUANCED CHARACTERS, I BELIEVE IN THEM BUT GOD... the amount of growth they'd have to show from both their sides for that to ever happen??? YEAH. NO. 😭😭 AaaaaAAAA

ANYHOW. RANDOM WORDDUMP. U HAVE COOL AF POSTS !!!!! much love !!!!! Thank u for appearing on my tl :D !!!!!

HELLO HELLO!!! WELCOME !!

PLZ add on omg RAHHHHHH !!! Nothing makes me feel more loved as a writer and poster than seeing people get inspired by my silly little words and seeing them expand on !!!!

Also yes yes YES Jason Todd is one of my favorite muses for doomed narratives!! Every single goddamn relationship that kid attempts to have is destined to fail. From his mom to his short-lived time as Bruce’s apprentice/son, to his fragile and tense relationships with his almost-but-not-quite siblings.

Jaw on the floor, first off. Do you write??? Please do you write???? I need to read more of your words if so bc you understand these characters on SUCH a deep level UGH

“-he can’t possibly face the fact that his actions killed his son” - THIS THIS THIS !!!! Bruce is an immovable wall with Jason because he CANNOT accept the accountability. It’s like Jason is having a completely different battle with him, because Jason sees things for as they are, if not a little tainted by his own begrudged feelings, but meanwhile Bruce is seeing things through a clouded lens of denial. Bruce doesn’t understand the pain he caused Jason because he cannot even see it. It does not exist in his mind. Because to accept the pain is to accept WHY the pain is there, which in turn would just spiral out of control and Bruce is forced to accept that his no-kill ideal ended up digging his son’s own grave.

Ugh LOVE the idea of Bruce gaslighting himself into thinking this was how it was always fated to be. Putting the blame not on himself or Jason or the Joker, but on some higher being that he doesn’t even believe in. It’s such a Bruce coping mechanism. Sweeping everything under the rug bc now he can’t see it. IM UNWELL

YES YES THEY ARE ON SUCH DIFFERENT PAGES!!! YOU GET IT!!! They literally are having two separate conversations and neither understands why their words aren’t sinking in to the other. They may as well be talking to their own hallucinations at this point- Jason at the memory of his father and Bruce at the doomed ghost of a boy who once was.

And YUP that’s why I write little “good dad bruce” fics and read so many too, because I WANT them to reconcile but… in the actual real world reality? I think the best they could do is an uncomfortable middle ground. Where Jason is no longer antagonized, but not exactly welcomed either. He’d have an expected seat at the table, but he’d never come. He’d be on every place card, every invite, but he’d never show up. He’d be included, but would choose to stay away. And that breaks my heart but also I truly don’t think either of them can go beyond that. In an effort to cling to familiarity and sanity and a guilt free life, Bruce pushed his biggest regret away. He could have had his son back, but instead he chose to believe it couldn’t be true. And like the greatest self fulfilled prophecy, he made it true.

ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR STOPPING BY AND BLESSING MY INBOX !!! seeing so many words made my itty bitty heart so happy. biggest MWAH to you <33

[chestcongestion]

Crimson Wave: Ha//zbin Ho/tel

Warnings/ Content Tags: Mess, Menstruation, mentions of stomach pain but absolutely no emeto, Val/ent/ino being kind of a jackass, mild injury (no blood...associated with the injury, that is)

Word Count: 4,400

This was so fun to write, here's a fic of Ve/lve/tte coming down with a very throat and chest-heavy cold and having to go about her day while being completely unaware that she's on day one of her period. A lot of misery, a lot of shenanigans, but it pays off in the end...poor lady, I adore her and I apologize in advance for doing this to her. Hope you guys enjoy!

Beep- Beep- Beep! 

Beep- Beep- Beep! 

Beep- Beep-! 

Velvette dragged herself out of bed and hurriedly shut off the obnoxious alarm on her phone, blearily rubbing her eyes with both fists and yawning as she greeted the day bright and early at around 5:00. 

Swinging her tiny legs out from underneath the covers, Velvette felt a harsh chill when the morning air and crisp air conditioning hit her bare legs and stomach, every last hair on her body standing on end as she fought back a small shiver. 

“Mmm… here we go,” Velvette mumbled to herself- her voice still hoarse from sleep- before tugging off her silk bonnet and freeing her massive cloud of tight tri-color curls. 

Velvette paused after planting both of her bare feet on the floor completely, attempting to recount the events of the night before because it felt like her body was attempting to warn her about something, everything felt… touchy… not quite right. 

Looking down at her feet, Velvette scoffed upon seeing that her stomach was blocking her view, remembering the likely reason behind her waking up bloated. Last night, Valentino had been in one of his moods and invited Velvette out for a drink, leaving Vel to slurp her way through six cocktails while her pornographer “friend” sucked and fucked his sorrows away. 

“Fuckin’ prick,” Velvette complained to herself after giving her body an unimpressed once-over, suddenly noticing the feathery tickle lingering in the back of her throat. 

Velvette let out a small cough, attempting to scratch the itch in her pharynx so she could get on with her day. 

The tickle remained, fluttering around almost teasingly in Velvette’s throat. 

“Heght-hrmmm! Heght-hemm!” Velvette cleared her throat while drowsily reaching for the water bottle on her nightstand, taking a lengthy few swigs to try and drown the irritating sensation. 

Velvette felt a pit opening in her stomach when the sips of water not only did fuck all to suffocate the tickle in her throat, but instead triggered a throbbing tenderness on top of it, a soreness that made Velvette nearly choke on her water as she mourned any idea of having a good day. 

Taking a quick shower and taming her hair into a fluffy ponytail, Velvette tugged on a pair of white capri pants with black hearts on the pockets, groaning at the fact that she had to yank the fabric up over her thighs and feeling self conscious about how the waist of the pants clashed with her stomach. 

“I-ihh’pshhuu! Ih’Psshhew!” Velvette sneezed, wiping her face with a watery sniffle as her ‘nose’ began to run, threatening to make a complete mess of her makeup, “Fuck’s sake- Hrrght-hrmm!- I am not in the mood to deal with a cold.” 

 Velvette pulled on a navy blue long-sleeved T-shirt that she matched with a desaturated pink baby tee over top. The outfit was a bit safe, but the layers guaranteed that no one would notice Velvette’s midriff troubles, and they’d keep any stray drafts of air from exacerbating her cold. 

“Sitting under the AC with my belly out is probably how I got ill in the first place… Ih’pSsshIEW!... Damnit!” Velvette grumbled, letting out a hoarse, scratchy cough into her sleeve. In spite of her best efforts, Velvette’s voice was stuck in a sort of limbo, still sounding rough but not rough enough to make her cough.

Sitting in a draft was not the reason for Velvette’s illness, blame for that would belong to the impromptu makeout session she had with the busty succubus who’d been bartending that night, a makeout session that left Velvette with the succubus’s cough drop in her mouth. The cold air on her exposed chest and stomach still didn’t do her any favors, though. 

After picking her accessories and grabbing her fully-charged phone, Velvette left her large bedroom in the penthouse and wandered into the kitchen to truly start her day, silently wincing at a nagging pain developing in her lower back. 

“Good Morning, Velvette,” Vox greeted, taking a sip of his coffee as he thumbed through the newspaper with his other hand. 

“Hiiii pequeñita, thank you for hanging out with me last niight,” Valentino greeted, very visibly still drunk, swirling a Carajillo in one of his hands. 

“Oh piss off,” Velvette said, cringing at the croakiness of her voice and turning away from her colleagues to press a hand against her tender throat, “Hrrght-HRMM!” 

“Awww, did you lose your voice?” Val said teasingly, dangerously close to falling off of his barstool as he swayed, “I’m ssurprised I didn’t lose mine… last night was wild.” 

“I’m not- heght-hemm- fuck’s sake! I’m not talking to you right now,” Velvette hissed, struggling to open her large metal tumbler cup so she could make herself some tea, “I-Ihh’psShiEW!” 

“Bless you,” Vox said, swiping his finger against the air and smirking as Velvette’s cup was magically filled with steaming hot Yorkshire Gold, plus two good squeezes of lemon juice and a few tablespoons of honey. 

Velvette eagerly took a sip of her drink, melting against the counter as the warm liquid cascaded down her raw throat and briefly dampened the irritating tickle, “Thank you, Darling,” she said, licking her lips. 

“Don’t mention it, anything for you, Doll,” Vox replied, shooting Valentino a brief glare before returning his attention to Velvette, “I take it someone wasn’t on his best behavior last night.” 

“He was fine… same levels of annoying he usually is when he’s drunk- Ih…Ih’ptshh!- ‘scuse me… SnFF!,” Velvette said, “I’m just pissed cause now I have to go to this stupid meeting with a cold- Ihh…I-ihh… Ih’ptssShew!” 

“Bless you,” Vox sighed, handing Velvette a travel package of tissues from his pocket. 

“Thank you,” Velvette replied, her voice growing hoarse again as the incessant tickle started up again, “Heght-hrmm!...Eght-Hrmm!” 

Vox’s gaze lingered on Velvette, sympathy in his eyes as she desperately fought back a cough, “I can go to the overlord meeting today if you aren’t feeling well, Velvette,” he offered. 

“No!” Velvette scoffed, biting her lip as the throbbing pain in her lower back grew more intense, “I’m fine-” she let out a hoarse, violent cough when her voice faded at the end of her sentence, “Damnit! I need Angel in 45 minutes to take pictures for the lingerie line release, keep your filthy mitts off of him until then!” 

“I make no promises, chiquita,” Valentino teased, smirking at Velvette until he was hit in the face by her hairbrush, “Ow!” 

“Fuck you!” Velvette shouted, “You’re gonna make one today, arsehole!” 

Velvette stomped out of the penthouse, still desperately clearing her hoarse throat, and leaving her two colleagues to finish their liquid breakfast in stunned silence. 

“What a bitch,” Valentino scoffed, rubbing the brush-shaped red mark on his face. 

“You’re the bitch, Val,” Vox replied, polishing off his coffee and folding up his newspaper before heading downstairs. 

“You’re not wrong, Ha! I wear it loud and proud,” Valentino said with a tipsy giggle, struggling to get to his feet, only to slip on his own wings and slam back-first against the kitchen floor, “Fuck, I’m still wasted.” 

An hour later, Velvette was leaning against a stool in her studio, struggling to conceal her reaction to the pain in her back that had somehow managed to wrap around to her stomach, when a familiar voice entered through the pink double doors. 

“Hi Vel~ God, it’s nice to  have some work to do where I get to keep my panties on for a change, eh?” Angel said, greeting Velvette with an eager wave, his jovial expression dropping when he saw the poorly-concealed misery on Velvette’s face, “You alright, Toots?” 

“You’re late,” Velvette croaked, taking a swig of her tea. 

Angel opened his mouth to speak- 

“Not a word about my voice. I have a cold. Go get dressed, I have other shit to do today,” Velvette said, her voice a raspy hiss as she gestured towards the rack of lingerie up against the wall, coughing harshly into her fist when Angel was out of her sight, “Fuck me, I dunno if I’m gonna have any voice left for the meeting.”

Angel pulled on a pair of black leather lingerie with hot pink accents, draping himself across the bed that was brought into the studio as a prop. 

“Hrrght-humm…” Velvette cleared her throat, taking a swig of her tea before looking at the scene with intense focus, turning to her assistant, “Turn off two of the lights and add warm color slides to the other ones.” 

“Yes, Miss Velvette,” the assistant muttered, hurrying to go speak with the lighting director. 

Velvette turned to face Angel, “Lean back against the pillow and make an ‘L’ shape with your legs, one knee should be up and the other one should be pointing to the right,” she instructed, watching Angel Dust carefully readjust his position, “Perfect! Gorgeous- someone tighten the back of the corset for him, please, the bigger and fuller his fluff looks in real life, the less editing I have to do.” 

Feeling the tickle building to a crescendo at the top of her throat, as though someone was stroking her larynx with a feather, Velvette turned away to cough, and cough, and cough until she was red in the face and breathless, struggling to stand up straight after panting with her hands on her knees. 

Wordlessly, Velvette’s assistant raced across the room and returned to her boss’s side with a glass of cold water, which Velvette eagerly chugged, handing the empty glass back and standing up straight. 

“Not a fucking word from any of you knobheads, get back to work!” Velvette barked, “I-Ih’PSsCHEW! Ih’pSssHEW!” 

Velvette blew her ‘nose’, gently dabbing at her nostrils with a tissue to wipe up the watery mess that kept threatening to trickle down her face, “This is a fucking disaster,” she muttered to herself, hearing the camera flash a few times and turning to direct Angel, “Alright, now lie on your back, pin one arm behind your head, two across your chest, and one across your pelvis so your fingers are draped over your crotch….yup, just like that, well done.” 

 An hour later, and the photo shoot is finished. Velvette watches Angel sashay out of her studio, and looks at the photos, hand-selecting which ones will be released to print and posted online. 

“Good job everyone, thank you for being halfway competent for once,” Velvette announced, turning to muffle another annoyingly ticklish cough with her sleeve, frowning at her empty tumbler and turning to stare at one of the security cameras in the corner of the room, “Voooxxx- Heght-hrmm!- I know you’re watching, top me off, please?” 

Velvette smirked when her cup felt warm in her hand again, Vox refilling it with a spontaneous swipe of his finger from his seat in his surveillance den, “Thank you, Darling,” she said, blowing a kiss to the camera and checking her phone, sighing and making her way to the overlord meeting in the Weapons District. 

On her way downstairs to her car, Velvette stopped to lean against a wall, gently grabbing her bloated stomach as the dull pain that had been bothering her grew more intense. The throbbing pain in Velvette’s lower back was also still raging on. 

“I swear to fuck if this ends up being the flu, I am going to choke Valentino with his own stupid wings,” Velvette grumbled through clenched teeth, gathering herself, giving her sore stomach a brief pat, and continuing to walk down the stairs. 

One twelve minute car ride, three swigs of tea, and two irritated, itchy-sounding sneezes later, Velvette arrived at the Carmine Weaponry Distribution Center, taking the rear-entrance elevator to the top floor where the meeting room was located. 

Walking through the double doors and taking her seat at the opposite end of the table, Velvette struggled not to shiver under the bitter chill of the air conditioning. 

“What a pleasant surprise, Velvette, a member of your little cohort is on time for once,” Carmilla teased, smiling at Velvette with clasped hands, “I take it that you will be filling in for your colleagues again, today?” 

Velvette, not wanting to waste what was left of her voice, and knowing that talking would only trigger the feathery tickle in her throat, simply took a sip of her tea and responded to Carmilla with a firm nod. 

Carmilla gasped, “Are we keeping out brash childish opinions to ourselves today? My goodness, I couldn’t be more proud of you! Good girl,” she said, mockery flickering in her cold eyes. 

“Up yours you wrinkly old cow,” Velvette hissed, turning away to cough, wincing at the crackle of congestion she could hear in her chest and throat as she coughed. 

“Hmm, I spoke too soon,” Carmilla said with a sigh, “You’re free to catch up at the next meeting if you aren’t feeling well, Velvette.” 

“Piss off, I’m fine,” Velvette replied, her voice noticeably croaky as she took a desperate sip of her tea. 

“Very well then, we can get started,” Carmilla scoffed, tapping the stack of papers she had in front of her against her desk to straighten them out before beginning her usual pre-meeting diatribe. 

The rest of the meeting seemed to coast  by Velvette in a blur as she struggled to keep her sinuses from dripping by holding a tissue up to her nostrils, trying her hardest not to sniffle and make any noise. Her stomach hurt so much, and her back was so sore, and her throat was so itchy, Velvette was completely miserable and struggling to hide it. 

Velvette was so preoccupied by her own misery that she didn’t even glance at her phone, nor did she notice the visible discomfort of the radio demon from two seats away every time she wiped at her nostrils or took a slightly-phlegmy inhale through her clenched teeth. 

Eventually, about fifty minutes into the two-hour meeting, Velvette felt the nagging sensation of the tickle in her throat bubbling up to the surface. Not wanting to draw attention to herself, Velvette was determined to drown the sensation with a swig of her tea, only to remember that she had polished it off thirty minutes ago. 

Velvette swallowed, bottling up a wince at the dull pain in the back of her pharynx, as the low rumble of phlegm in her chest threatened to turn into a coughing fit if she exhaled wrong. 

‘Come on… don’t cough, don’t cough, don’t cough,’ 

“So, we would need to discuss territory agreements with some of the lesser overlords, but I think-” 

Velvette coughed, a sharp, ticklish cough with a crackle of congestion in the background, something that Carmilla initially ignored, continuing her speech without missing a beat. 

“-that we could definitely cede a bit of excess territory to lower ranking overlords for a price, that price would have to be negotiated of course but-” 

Velvette coughed again, this one felt wetter and came from deeper in her chest and throat, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she struggled to force the urge to cough back down. 

“- I feel as though such an agreement could foster a better understanding between our two factions, seeing as we are a source of resentment for them, and they are a source of annoyance for us-” 

Velvette devolved into a coughing fit, letting out cough after cough even as she grew breathless, desperately patting her chest with a splayed hand to knock the stubborn congestion loose. 

Velvette’s eyes shimmered with shame-induced tears and her cheeks burned bright from the embarrassment of drawing so much attention to herself while she was so vulnerable, she coughed and coughed, hard enough that she could taste the phlegm that was inching up her windpipe. She was so preoccupied with her intense coughing fit, that Velvette didn’t feel a strange rushing sensation between her legs that seemed to occur after every second cough. 

Eventually, after four minutes of non-stop hacking, Velvette spat a mass of phlegm into one of her last tissues, taking a deep inhale and struggling to clear the excess mucus from her throat, which hurt more than it had all day. 

“Hrght-hrghtt-heght-hrmm!,” Velvette struggled, rubbing her throat with a manicured hand, “I’m sorry…” she said, her voice a hoarse, tattered whisper, “Didn’t mean to interrupt, I promise… I-iih’pshuu! Ih’pshhew!” 

“I think maybe you should head home if things are too much for you, Velvette,” Carmilla said with a smirk, “I’ll have someone on my staff send the minutes from this meeting to Vox… even if he already has footage from my VoxTech security cameras.” 

“Fine!” Velvette said, her voice still struggling as she clambered to her feet, placing a hand on her sore stomach and turning to storm out of the meeting room, only to be stopped by Rosie gently holding her wrist, “What is it?” 

“Oh… I don’t wanna embarrass you, sweetie, but I think you’ve had a little accident,” Rosie whispered, “Your pants…” 

Carmilla doubled over with laughter, falling to the floor with a thud as a few of the other sovereign overlords chuckled at the sight playing out before them- a bit of a juvenile reaction, but not unprompted. 

Velvette turned to see what everyone found so funny, only to notice a massive bright red stain on the seat of her pants, with trails of red running down her white pant legs, and even bits of dried blood around her ankles. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake, I’ve started my period,” Velvette hissed, clenching her fists and feeling her eyes start to water, the shame and embarrassment from bleeding through her white pants after having a coughing fit loud enough to distract everyone during the meeting, it was starting to be too much, and Velvette was sick of it, “Thank you for not laughing at m-me.” 

“Oh don’t mention it, Honey, it happens to the best of us,” Rosie said, “They’ll forget this ever even happened, I promise, run on home… I hope you feel better.” 

“Th-SnFF!- thank you,” Velvette whispered, her voice threatening to devolve into a hiccuping sob as she turned on her heels and ran out of the meeting room, one of her boots’ heels snapping off right as she approached the elevators, causing her to roll her ankle and collapse to the floor with a loud Crack! 

“Oww! Fuck!” Velvette sobbed, her larynx straining as she struggled and failed to blink back her tears, ruining her eyeliner and mascara as they cascaded down her face in dark trails, gathering beneath her chin and rolling down her neck. Slowly returning to her feet, Velvette let out a hoarse cough and limped into the elevator, her sobs audible even behind the thick metal doors. 

Back at the Vees’ penthouse on top of the VoxTech Enterprises skyscraper, Valentino- finally sober after a long nap- was combing out the fur on his neck while Vox looked through the month’s sales statistics on his tablet, when suddenly the double doors of the apartment’s entrance swung open. 

“Oh, you’re back, did the meeting end early?” Vox asked, briefly glancing at the clock on his table to check the time. 

“No- SnFF!- Carmilla sent me home, because I kept-” Velvette paused, her breath catching on a particularly sharp exhale and devolving into a heavy, wet, productive cough, “-that… I kept doing that.” 

Vox set down his tablet and gestured for Velvette to come closer, placing a firm hand on Velvette’s back and feeling the rumble of congestion under his fingertips, “This cold sounds like it’s settling in your chest,” he sighed, giving Velvette’s back a firm pat, “I’ll get you some decongestant and cough syrup, don’t worry.” 

Velvette pushed away from Vox after she felt a gushing sensation between her legs, her stomach churning as she felt disgusting and dirty, desperate to clean up before the dripping managed to reach below her ankles, “Fuck off, I don’t need your help,” she sniffled, her voice still a raspy mess as she tried to hide her tears. 

Vox looked at Velvette’s shaky form and drew his focus on the fashion designer’s heavily bruised and wobbly left ankle, “Oh my god, Velvette, did you hurt yourself? What happened to your leg?” he asked, reaching down to scoop Velvette into his arms, only for her to back away, kicking him with her injured leg to keep him at a distance. 

“No! Don’t fucking touch me!” Velvette snapped, wincing intensely when she tried to put weight on her left leg again, “Oww! Bollocks!” 

Unable to cope with the pain in her leg, throat, stomach, and back all hitting her at once, Velvette collapsed onto the floor, desperately rubbing her injured ankle and breathing shakily through clenched teeth, nothing could make this moment any worse. 

“Shit, what’s gotten into you, Vel? You on your period or something?” Valentino joked, snickering as he shot Velvette a playful glance in between strokes, still combing out his fluffy white mane. 

Velvette ripped off her other boot, throwing it at Valentino with murderous rage, “Yes!” she shouted, her voice cracking and threatening to fade, “Heght-eght-hemm!” 

Vox noticed the mess of blood on Velvette’s pants, and bit his tongue, his heart throbbing as he thought about what to do next. 

“I’m bloated, mby stomach hurts, mby back hurts-” Velvette paused, swallowing her saliva and wincing at the throbbing pain in her throat, “- mby throat is so sore I can barely swallow because of this stupid cold and this stupid cough, and this stupid day!” 

Vox bit down tighter on his tongue as Velvette silently burst into tears, her mascara running hopelessly down her face and staining her possibly fever-flushed cheeks as she struggled to contain herself. 

“I’mb so tired… and I bled through mby trousers- mby white fucking trousers- at the stupid meeting and everyone saw and they all laughed at me,” Velvette whispered, unable to raise her voice any more as she swiped hopelessly at her mascara-stained tears, “I feel disgusting and achy and I’m fucking starving but my throat is too sore to eat anything, and you stupid fuckers think it’s hilarious! I hate you!” 

Vox quietly sat down next to Velvette on the floor, leaning over to give his colleague and dearest friend a tight hug, gently rubbing her upper back, “It’s okay… I’m so sorry, Velvette,” he whispered, swiping horizontally against the air with his index finger and smiling as he stood up- gently pulling Velvette back onto her feet with him. 

“I just want to go to bed,” Velvette whispered, rubbing her throat with one hand and massaging her throbbing stomach with the other. 

“Not yet,” Vox said, “If you head into your bathroom there’s a nice hot bubble bath waiting for you, I’ll have your pants laundered immediately to get the stains out, and I think the steam from the bath will loosen up some of that congestion in your chest.” 

Velvette let loose a crackling wet cough into her sleeve, wiping away her tears, “Th-thank you,” she whispered, “Ih…ih’psshew…’Pshhew!... I’m losing my voice…” 

“I know, I know, I’ll make sure there’s a big pot of hot tea with honey and lemon for you when you get out of the bath, aaand some death by chocolate brownies,” Vox said with sincere, kind eyes.

“Mkay… I’b gonna go wash off now… Ih’psshew!” Velvette said in her croaky whisper of a voice, biting her lip to work through the pain and half-hopping, half-limping her way to her bathroom. 

Once Velvette had left the room, Vox rolled up his newspaper from earlier and smacked Valentino in the back of the head. 

“Ow! What the hell did I do?!” Valentino whined. 

“ ‘Euhh, what are you on your period or something?!’ Really?! Are you fifteen years old?!” Vox snapped, smacking Valentino a second time, “You’re the reason she’s sick to begin with, don’t be a sexist pig! I can’t believe I’m the one saying this to you of all people!” 

“Ow! Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Valentino whined, cowering behind his arms to avoid being hit a third time. 

“You’d better be!” Vox said, dropping his newspaper and rolling his eyes, “The trouble you manage to get into, I swear…” 

An hour and a half later, Velvette was relaxed on the penthouse sofa in front of the TV, curled up in a pair of fleece pajama pants with hearts on them and a navy blue sweatshirt.

“Feeling better?” Vox asked, leaning over the back of the sofa and moving a few strands of Velvette’s freshly-washed hair out of her face. 

“Mmhm,” Velvette mumbled, her voice still practically gone, “Thank you again, this is nice… I-ihh…Ih’pshhew!” 

“Bless you,” Vox said, “You worked so hard today, you deserve some rest.” 

“I couldn’t imagine a better way to relax… doped up on Sloth Ring painkillers, warm blanket, tea, and an HD DVD box set of the seasons of Sherlock that aired after I died,” Velvette whispered, taking a slow sip of her tea before setting it back down on the coffee table, “This is amazing.” 

“Anything for you, Velvette, anything for you,” Vox replied, “I’ve told your employees that they can use this hiatus to catch up on any work they’ve been slacking on- on reduced pay, of course- that way you don’t have to worry about keeping up with your schedule until you get your voice back.” 

“Yaaay,” Velvette cheered, her voice hushed as she shifted her position slightly, readjusting her swollen ankle so that it sat better on the pillow and ottoman that were propping it up, “Vox… when you’re finished supervising the TV station, will you come back up to watch with me?” 

“Of course, I’ll bring back dinner, too, just text me what you want, okay?” Vox asked, gently pressing his screen against Velvette’s left cheek- similar to the way cats push their heads against the legs or torsos of humans they’re fond of. 

“Okay,” Velvette replied, stretching out with a raspy yawn before getting even more comfortable under her blanket, struggling to keep her eyes open, “I think I’m gonna take a nap… see you later tonight, Vox.” 

“See you then, Velvette,” Vox replied, leaving the room and listening to the echoey rumble of Velvette’s congested snoring from behind the closed doors, breathing a sigh of relief, “God, I’ve never been happier to have a penis… that looks like torture.” 

A bit crass… but he’s certainly not wrong. 

[anothd]

Tw. Suicide mentioned; calories and ed mentioned

Guess who isn't feeling good and have the biggest stress of life since i got sa'd? YES, MY DUMP ASS! THIS IDIOT OVER HERE. I feel dump, my head is dizzy and fuzzy cause of all this stress. I don't know anymore what to feel, except it's stressful. Maybe i feel worried? Or betrayed? Maybe just sad? Or angry? I don't really know and probably won't know. I'm just tired for now and don't wanna to worry them anymore, yet I know I can't continue living like this. For the whole night i slept not even 3h and woke up scared. Just like i had some nightmare I don't remember anymore. I need to focus on myself cause grandma noticed I slightly tremble. I want to cry and yell for attention and help. Yet I can't. I think I'll go buy some snacks today. I maybe want to loose some weight again and it wont help. Hell with how much i was pissed off when i noticed i ate more than 500 kcal in a day I know it'll sabotage all my progress. Yet maybe something tasty and sweet will help me to calm down. Maybe not chocolate, but an sweet candy soda (if ill get it at my village shop lol. If not then probably monster or black) and crisps. Ngl want to smoke badly, but everyone home so can't. Probably will smoke at night. It helps me to calm down. Maybe I'll buy beer and get drunk again? Last time wasnt good, but at least I wont remember it well again too. I need to calm down. I can't talk now, cause everyone have their problems and is busy, but when we all will ve ready I can't let my emotions control me too much. And now to focus on not puking or loosing consciousness around anyone. I'm so used to the second one i already can feel signs before, so I know I'm close. And well i guess puking in stress like this is common, especially it happened to me once. But oh well, don't want to worry my family. The biggest problem is that I know one of them reads this blog from time to time when worried. I mean i gave them info to check on me if something is wrong. I wanted them to check if they are worried. But not for them to lie they never checked and then send ss and talk about it behind my back. I hoped for confronatation even tho i hate em. I thought if they worry and see something is wrong and they decide to check they'll tell me. That was litteraly the only reason they got the faken info. It was a bad idea. Now idk if I even can trust them? Eh... I already was overstressed and tired from all this fatigue and couldn't do a shit, but oh well my fault. I won't annoy others anymore, i have plan to end it all. But now I'm also worried I'll act like a coward and won't do it. At least before i can do it i have whole week ahead. So I can change my mind, cause won't lie i decided on this way to fast. It will be place withiut much internet (mountains) and I'll only be able to use it in tourist spots and mountain shelters. But if next week after wednesday I won't make any post know I'm not here with you. Or fucking failed and in hospital. I hope they won't see it, and they wont talk about it behind my back and all.

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

me when people are hating on Ouma's actions in game like. I just support him, actually

Ves: REAL she looked good doing it

if it were me I would get more crazy for a lot more selfish reasons, and I would punch Kaito back sooner, good for him for keeping his eyes on the goal

fr fr, look at him in the closing argument, that's my babygirl

Ves: the closing argument artist thinks so too

he did not have to go that hard but HE DID IT FOR ALL OF US. A HERO

haters will act like he's irrational, but he stuck out so long with no support system since he couldn't trust anyone and managed to play things off even when he was finally starting to lose his shit in a situation when it was reasonable for him to feel like this (tbh even fans make him often crack way more easily to make shipping content, when he's so resilient and then on the other hand not really lone wolfing it either bc he cooperated as much as he could) his way of going about things was smart, there isn't much else he could do, Tsumugi was setting up others to distrust him as well

Ves: AAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!! he did he lasted so fucking long in the worst possible situation he tried so HARD to cooperate and it just. did not work. if i think abt how quickly his plans fell apart i will explode i'd b doing so much worse in his situation

sometimes it's just like, you're talking about paranoia? trust and attachment issues? untreated mental illness? I think we have to be introduced, there's so much I could show you. I am not saying he doesn't have anything of the sort, but there's a lot more of reasonable justified distrust there, and still, it could be so much worse, trapping the next person who thoughtlessly assigns him diagnosis in a demonizing way in a room with me and making them listen to me rant about my failed relationships history for educational purposes

they will learn about all kinds of issues

Ves: it's trueee people act like he's so strange for breaking down but LIKE??? HE'S PRETTY NORMAL FOR THAT ACTUALLY???? he clearly already had Issues but the killing game was perfectly packaged to dig into those this is why DRS and UTDP mostly suck at characterizing him they're still stuck in the idea of him at his absolute worst he was nicer even in ch1 than he is in some of those events

[and then my amazing wife dropped this bomb, and she says I'm the smart one smh] Sini: The thing is, there’s him being shitty on purpose and him pretending to be the mastermind/making himself appear suspicious. There is a clear difference in how he acts. In DRS and UTDP he usually just comes across as playful. Yeah he’s a jackass, but I think his whole “bad guy” persona (the one we see in the beginning of the game) goes beyond the killing game. I see it as a way for him to protect himself, to push people away and not appear as vulnerable. As he’s said before, everyone always sees him as a villain so it’s the perfect role for him. I think that reasoning goes beyond what was happening to him in canon. I do agree his characterization could’ve used a bit more reworking, but I think for the most part they did a good job in showing how differently he acts in a peaceful setting in small ways. The fact that he never uses his scary sprites once or is seen to be more nice with characters like Mikan and Gonta. Especially with Gonta, where he seems to be more vulnerable around. And while this was probably just a mistake, I like to think him being shown as not as pale in DRS as a sign of him getting better. In a non killing game environment he seems to be doing pretty well for himself. But that’s what I believe, anyway

Ves: h that's really sweet actually,,,i may have been a LITTLE hard on the side modes. it's mostly the way he treats kiibo that drives me INSANE, the mikan n gonta stuff is [ok hand emoji].

Sini: Yeah, I agree. I can understand the Kiibo hate, but he doesn’t have to go as hard as he did in game. It’s not like there is a reason to suspect him. The only thing that could maybe explain it is maybe he suspects he could be tied to Monokuma? Since he, the Monokubz, and Monomi do exist here. He was rude to Monomi and seems to suspect her of being not what she seems ALSO, he’s always gonna be a little shit cause he’s a greedy whore. He wants attention and entertainment so badly.

Ves: THISSSSS it's so important i have seen so many people question why he does things where the answer is literally just that he wants attention like there is not always a plot sometimes he just wants shuuichi to chase him

Sini: That’s all there is to it He wants his crush to chase him like in his favourite novels Live the fantasy

Ves: it's part of why they're so good together!! shuuichi as a detective is v used to obsessing over details and giving his whole attention to something in the way kokichi wants HE'S A NERD THAT ALSO EXPLAINS MANY THINGS

Sini: They’re both nerds. Even more reason to why they are soulmates

Ves: kokichi receives the Detective Stare and goes TEEEEEHEE

Sini: IT��S HIS DREAM COME TRUE It’s just like anime! He’s living anime rn

Ves: i think his hair should curl up at the ends when he gets excited as a treat

Sini: To compliment Shuichi’s sentiment ahoge When he goes to his room after an exciting day with Shuichi, he flops on his bed, kicks his feet, and squeals into his pillow

I feel a little ashamed when reverse happens and I am posting something someone else started and I took over, but with this all I can say: follow @vespertin-y and leave nice comments for my wife so we can prove it to her that she is smart and her takes are divine.

[micamicster]

Hi! Do you have any romcom (movie) recs? I feel like i hypothetically like the genre, but have a lot of trouble finding ones i enjoy. So many romcoms feel so formulaic (in a dead way) and misogynistic and stale to me. I think they’re a lot easier to do well in the context of a series because there’s actually time to build. Recently i thought rye lane and fire island were fun. I like kdramas when i have the time for all the episodes because i appreciate the build. I need chemistry— people who both convincingly like each other and seem like actual human beings. I thought you might have some good ideas! Thanks <3

HELLO LARGE VOICED ANON <3

I hope you weren't waiting on my recs all day haha i have been. hm. hungover af <3 (i'm going to leave kdramas off this list for now but if you would like specific recs for kdrama romcoms send me another ask and i can try to do them justice!)

I think this is a genre with underrated range! So one thing that I find very interesting about the genre of romcoms is that I think there tends to be a split between romcoms whose goal is, like, to be a fun lighthearted movie with a central romance, vs romcoms whose goal is to Say Something About Love in the vehicle of a funny movie. Both of these categories are represented on this list but for giggles i will not be saying which i think are which <3

anyway recs under the cut <3 i will link my tags for these movies if you want to take a look but be warned for spoilers ofc

I think for your purposes my primary rec would be Lovesick (aka Scrotal Recall). It's a (short) tv show so it would likely give you the chance to get to know the characters and see a slower build. In contrast to the frustration you've had with some more "formulaic" romcoms the writing in this show is very deliberately in conversation with romcoms of the past. Also it's just one of my favorite romcoms ever made so I rec it to everyone. The premise is that a young man, Dylan, is diagnosed with chlamydia and instructed to tell his past partners. Being a hopeless romantic (emphasis on hopeless), he decides to try to turn this into an opportunity to revisit relationships that didn't work out, and try to figure out where he's been going wrong. Two simultaneous storylines play out in each episode, the flashbacks to the exes (and breakups) and the present, where Dylan's best friend is getting married.

Older romcoms: When Harry Met Sally (ive heard this is divisive? but idc its SO funny and so well made), Moonstruck (a romantic-comedy in the operatic sense. also cher <3), The Philadelphia Story (katharine hepburn the woman u r. tw for a classic 1940s gag about punching ur wife in the face), Bringing Up Baby (screwball comedy my beloved), Roman Holiday (audrey hepburn is lethally charming in this movie), Dirty Dancing (someday ill write something this good and then You Will Realize), Much Ado About Nothing (i tend to enjoy either the danielle brooks shakespeare in the park version or the classic tennant/tate combo)

Teen romcoms: 10 things I hate about you (young heath ledger and young julia stiles ur welcome), to all the boys i;ve loved before (lana condor is ADORABLE), The Half of It (my other favorite sort-of romcom of the decade)

More recent-ish: Speed (like its keanu and sandra what more do you want), Strictly Ballroom (i used to watch this literally weekly as a child and I WAS RIGHT TO), Miss Congeniality (sandra bullock what u did for us all <3), Fire Island (thank u 4 my LYFE), The sandra bullock/channing tatum movie that came out last year (i forget what its called but he's so funny in it), Mamma Mia AND Mamma Mia Here We Go Again (beautiful greek islands, abba, cher, what more can you ask for?)

Indian/bollywood: Jab We Met (after dramatically quitting his job, Local Man somehow ends up escorting a woman he meets on the train while she attempts to elope with her boyfriend. aka classic screwball comedy heroine and Guy She Dragged Along For The Ride), khabie khushi khabi gham (multiple generations of romance and family drama featuring Kajol, the Most Beautiful Woman In the World), Band Baaja Baaraat (two wedding planners fall in love--great choice if you want to watch idiots ambushed by their feelings)

Other tv recs: Selfie (john cho and karen gillian in a show canceled far too soon)

[bonesaints]

tho i've been out of the writing/fic game for years, i feel like i might as well write fix it fic for the events of vei/lguard. the elves and the qunari are mine now. same with a certain woofwoof aroo, i'm fucking filing for custody at this point lmgdaoo

while i really enjoyed the game, i have major critiques of it. i hate to say this, but i'm gonna be real with yall: i could've handled the qu/nari and elv/es exponentially better if i'd written it myself.

never minds the complete sanitization of the cr/ows and the sanitization of tevinter, the l/ords of f/ortune (rip isabela....queen i am SO fucking sorry they did this 2 u), and this is an extremely minor nitpick compared to the others, but 'good' sol/avellan ending; it is really NOT the solmanon reunion i wanted. objectively speaking as a writer/person whose masters degree studies focused on hyperanalyzing the structures of narratives in media, i feel like SO much of sol/as's agency as a character was brutally stripped from him, and for what? and honestly i don't even wanna talk about the anta/am, it felt like they had the anta/am break away from the q/un in order to justify the blatantly racist and horrific portrayal of them as if the approach of "see? theyre the bad guys, they dont reflect on the rest of the q/un or the q/unari as a whole" somehow excuses it all. same shit they do with the el/ves with the "we're gonna make them LOOK whyte so that this isn't racist, never mind that they are narratively positioned as poc and are otherwise coded as such."

also, the fact that you have the save the shitty slavery racism city in order to get "the good ending" where as many ppl as possible survive is so fucking bizarre to me... and never mind the fakeout scares of them almost killing dav/rin like 3-5 times.... damn.

the way his relationship w my/thal was executed in the game just felt rushed and ill considered. like i can see what they're getting at, there are definitely some good ideas here, but the execution was horrendous and the final product gave the most hollow, detached, dispassionate third wheel vibes i think i've ever seen in a vidja game protag romance. not to mention they wrote his character in the most bizarre and contradictorily jarring manner to how he was established in in/quisiton?? he insists that neither he nor the ev/anuris are gods, yet in one of the endings, he's practically frothing at the mouth telling r/ook that "they're just a mortal, and i'm...." (you know the words ''i'm a god'' are on the tip of his tongue.) ik we can explain a lot of his dialogue inconsistencies with "oh well he lies a lot" but in this case, such a blatant contradiction of a character's defining ideals is just a hallmark of poor quality.

i suppose i shouldn't expect anything less from ppl who originally made him a bisexual man of colour but then decided that was Too Much so they made him het and whyte, but Damn.

also, we didn't even really get to see the a/gents of fe/n'harel????? where is all the exposition that was set up in tevinter nights?? WHERE ARE THE OTHER ANCIENT ELVES???? i know b/ioware drops the ball on plots/narratives a lot but this felt sloppy and inexcusable. to say nothing of the deeply shitty responses they've had to ppl critiquing stuff even in good faith.

[saltwaterbells]

Synopsis:

Chandra Dayal and Mariel Blackwater return for the ninth season of Dayal Legacy, revisiting old missions and hauntings, joined by Ille Raefa and newcomer Elaine Richards.

All across the galaxy, television screens beam their faces. Mariel Blackwater: bloody, breathing, living weapon and vessel to the searing light of stars. Chandra Dayal: the glittering heir, muse and musician, a face that could launch an thousand ships, and burn them all too. Barely a hair apart from being two sides of the same coin, and the two that have managed to survive this long.

With magic like theirs, the frothing gunfire fades to the public’s ears, their crimes made glossy through editing and military backing. But when old memories come calling, the blood on their hands not quite scrubbed off yet, a question emerges: how far have they gone to survive? What will the breaking point be?

Aesthetic: the cold void of space, freckles as constellations, fingers clenching in sheets, the sound of hundreds of boots marching in unison, sleek metal revolvers, silhouettes backlit by stars, blinding spotlights, the prickle in the back of your neck that you’re being watched, cigarettes on an empty stomach, copious amounts of black eyeliner and blood red lipstick, white-knuckled clenching of rosaries, the scent of oranges and clove, the scent of ozone and woodsmoke, foam-capped waves, the thick cloth of a uniform being rolled up to the elbow, dog tags burning around your neck, iron-tipped boots, a target with the bullseye blown out, the gleam of too sharp teeth

Themes: how do you define your humanity, what is the cost of a human life, how does the spotlight shape you, religion, humanity versus monstrosity, how can you understand gentleness when all you have known is war, healing, the cyclical nature of violence, (there are probably more but like, these are the vibes)

Jude Rambles: so this is the wip that has gripped me and is shaking me around like a dog with a chew toy. this project showed up in my head around december ish, even though the idea sort of had been floating around for a good while, and then i decided to expand it and now i am being eaten alive. it’s so easy to write?? i am attempting a new drafting technique, which is certainly helping and i need to try more often, but after working on bathtub gods for so long, this project is startlingly easy. and it’s so much fun too, i am having the time of my life! anyways, this is one of the more genre projects that has shown up in my brain and maybe i do need to write more science fiction and fantasy, or science fantasy like in this case.

Characters: Mariel Blackwater: 18 | It/Its | Space Irish Catholic, autistic, immensely religious, chronically guilty and hyper repressed, mildly an alcoholic, more weapon than human, avatar for the space catholic church. It’s a constellation witch, which means it can bring constellations to life and also, draw from their energy and create space storms and star lightening

Chandra Dayal: 19 | They/Them | Space Indian, bisexual & nonbinary the child of a legendary tragic love story between the heir to a media conglomerate and a general, who died when they were a baby, deeply burdened by their legacy (both the show and their actual legacy). Their magic is the harnessing of sound waves, to manipulate people’s emotion and also shatter things with sound waves.

Ille Raefa: 18 | Ve/Vim | Prophet, burdened by seeing all that will happen but in no particular order and without any particular logic, eldest sibling trauma, by far the most genre-aware and apathetic from the start, Ve is just waiting to die. Vis magic is visions, in vis dreams and sprinkled throughout vis day. Ve also is the most genre-aware character: ve knows the tropes, ve is just not entirely aware what type of book ve is in.

Elaine Richards: 18 | He/Him | Ultimate simp, from space kansas middle of nowhere who is so excited to be here and among his idols, desperately trying to fit in and make sure he doesn’t die or get kicked off of the show. Also eldest sibling trauma, except he’s not going to think about his siblings ever < 3. His magic is essentially magic metal bending

Taglist: (ask to be added/removed) @cordy-muses @cream-and-tea

[curedeity]

If you’ve got any, 17 for the fanfic ask?

17. Do you have any other writers or works that inspire you (i think that was the question i didnt copy paste)

Yes always and inspo is one of my favorite things to talk about!

One of my first writing inspirations was the Percy Jackson books, and that phase of my life still kind of influences the genres im interested in writing and the like. I read a lot more novels when i was younger so i remember having more distinct favorites back then. As for novels right now, Id say Kelly Barnhill is one of the bedt authors ive recently read. Her narrative style is quite captivating, her chapters are short, and there is always a slightly different progression than i imagine there being. Ive only finished "the girl who drank the moon" but i started both "iron-heart(ed?) violet" and "when women were dragons". I wish i still used goodreads so i could go theough a list of what books id read recently, but i wanna quickly mention ve schwab. Her books are hit or miss and not always the best but damn sometimes she puts out a banger, and when she tries she can have an impeccable narrative style that leaves me breathless. Sometimes i also like reading neil gaiman works. They both intrigue and inspire me somewhat but i dont think to the same extent other authors have

Now that was JUST novel inspos!

A lot of my main writing inspiration actually comes from podcasts. Welcome to Night Vale was a huge early writing inspiration for me, introducing me to a surreal style of writing that i love getting to develop. Wtnv and other productions by its team are often so stylish that it is impossible to not be inspored listening to them. I think wtnv and within the wires are my faborites on a writing level.

Cant forget the magnus archives, the narration is very slick and the interconnected plot growth so well done, along with really good and intriguing inpersonal dynamics that never failed to offer something intriguing. I never finished season 5 but i remember listening to just some of the first episodes and being awestruck at how stylish the writing was.

Then there is unwell podcast! One of my favorite pidcasts to discuss on a writing level, it has so many ups and downs, but one thing i will give it is having great character voices! There is not a single character that doesnt speak distinctly and the dialogue flows so well, being one of the best parts of the show. Id love to be able to write character voices as well as they do.

For tv shows now!

Madoka Magica has squickly become a huge writing inspiration for me. Honestly, more like the crown jewel of great writing. I cannot praise madoka magicas writing enough. Its thematic unravelling is so layered, its character writing gripping, its way of writing narrative parallels and foils impeccable, and just. God. Incredible. I cannot explain how much i want to be able to write on madoka magicas level. But madoka magica is the only show ill mention bc the other stuff i watch is often shit.

Uhhhhhhh for video games... i havent played that many yet sorry. While i love pokemon, it isnt a writing inspiration, and most games i play dont speqk to me like that.

And then comes the format thet is probably most applicable... fanfic...

Ill admit i read a lot of fanfic, but i dont actually think that many inspire me writing wise, so ill take a second and just focus on beyblade to say Val was my biggest inspiration to write beyblade fanfic in my fandom early days. I was inspired by some of the stuff she did, and especially some character dynamics (madoka and yuki) but realized i wanted to do incredibly different things. So i think her inspiration wasnt so much of "oh god i love this idea and characyers and synamic and plot" but just like, more of a realization of what i might be able to do with the characters as a whole?

Also wanna drop that Sadie has an impeccable writing style omg im literally eating it up i need it. Sadies art is also a huge inspiration for me to the surprise of no one who has seen Hikarus Adoption Agenda.

[goldenimpact]

hELLO IS ANYONE OUT THERE????

OKAY HI hELLO  FIRST OFF I HOPE EVERYONE IS WELL NOW

THAT THE EVIL WHATEVER I AM HAS FALLEN AND GCANT GET UP COMMERCIAL

SOMETHIN SEOMTHIGN DID IT HURT WHEN YOU FELL FROM HEAVEN THE ANSWER IS YES I GOT SHOVES TO THE FLOOR RECENTLY AND THIS FUCKIN BRUISE ISNT FADING FUNNNY HAHA OK PLEASENTRIRSSE ARE DONE

UH IM CATHERINE, MOD-SAN, GOLD, whatever they're callin me nowadays holy shit dude my hands are shakin like crazy

they've had me literally cleaning house PRETTY MUCH AS SOON AS I RECOVERED all work no play makes jack a dull boy thats me IM jack damn it i can't tell if i've eveolved into  a live-in housekeeper or some sort of roomaate and the paymetnt si s that i get to keep my lifeand also i REALLY need to move my keyboard over or get the window to leave the screen cause i can't blind type it just ain't happenin my leg's jitterering like hell BUT THE MOST IMPORTANT PART IS IM ALIVE YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO but i have absolutely NO CLUE how ;long THAS gonna last BBUT the great news is that ive finally been able to sit at my dangf computer and and actual;ly TYOOUCH ANFD LOOK AT IT ive practically been buried in all the freezers BUT ANYWAYS GOD MY HANDSA THEY STING SO FUCKING IABAD D ALKl ANYWAYS IM ALIVE IM STILL HERE IM TRYING?????????? TO GET BACK BUT EVERYONE HERE IS UHH NOT GOOD TO PUT IT LIGHTLY ITS TERRIFYIN OVER HERE BUT IM SENDING MY WELL WISHES THAT EVERYONE IS OKAY OVER THERE AND YOU SURVIVED WHETER THE HECK ANGR MY BIG SDIS MUST"VE SBUBJECTED YALL TOO BEACSE SHE IS FUCKING PISSSEEED LATELY IM GENUUNINLY WORRIED FOR OURLIVES LEVEL THERES SO MANY FIGHTS AND COMING-OUT-ABOUT-HER-LEGEND-OF-VIOLENCE STORY AND THE SHOOTIGN REVENTLY AND POINT IS THE LEGAL STUFF MIGHT GET RESOLVED OKAY?????? DADS MAGIC PROTAG POWERS OR WHATER APAPRENTLY HE KNOWS EVREYONE PERSON ON THE PLANET ITS GODDAMN WITCHCARAFT BUT MOMS DROPPIN LIKE EVERY OTHER DAY BBBBBBUYT OTS HER BIRTHDAY THIS WEEK AND WERE GONNA TRY AND TAKE ME OUTSIDE AND SEE IF I EXPLODE IN THE SUNLIGHT SO UUUUUUUUUUUUUUH THANKS FOR EVERYTHIGN I LOVE YOU GUYS ILL TRYT TO FUCKIN REACTIVATE ALL MY ACCOUNTS ALL A BAJILLION OF THEM APPARENTLY I WAS ONE CRASY AKJSFI KID PLEAASE PASS THIS MESSAGE ON MY BI G SIS WAKES UP SOON IF SHE HEARS ME IM GETTTIN IT I HAVE NO FUCKIN IDEA WHATS GOIN ON ON YOUR SIDE CAUSE NO ONE IS SAYIN JACK SHIT BADUM TSSHH BUT I GOT  MY SHIT COMIN AT LIKE 9 AM RIGHT WHEN I TAKE MY VERY MYSTERIOUS NO ONE KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK THEY DO ANYMORE MEDS AND IF I KICIK THE BUCKET AT LEAST I FUCKING STAYED BABY YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

ALSO IM NOT DRUNK WE DONT DRINK IN THIS HOUSE EVER BUT I DEFINITYL NEEDS A LIL HELP IN LIKE ANY SORT OF MEANIN NO ONE IN THIS HOUSE FUCKIN REMEMBERS ANYTHING IN ANY SOR TOF WAY FOR ANY SORT OF THING ITS AN ACTUAL I HAVE NO IDEA WHOSE CALLIN OR TOUCHIN SHIT OR WHAT TALL THIS SHTI IS IN THE HOUSE AND FRANKLY IM TERRIFIED CAUSE EVREYONE LEAVES POR PASSES OUT BEFORE I CAN GET A CLEAR ANSWER AND AND ADN COLD WAR INTELLIGENCE WHATHER NEWS STORY OLD POPS HERE IS PUTTIN ON TV ANYWAYS LOVE YOU GUYS STAY SAFE CALL OUT IF YOU SEE ME IN THE WILDS SOMEDAY BUYYEYEEE

WAIT I JUST REMEMBRED BIG SIS IS GONNE DESTROY SHIT SOON SONSONSOON SHIT HSHISTHSHIT OK ANYWAYS ERVYTHIN ONLINE LOOKS OKAY FROM WHERE I CAN SEE IT IN MYSETRUOS VPN LAND AND IM GOIN THROUGH MY COMP RIGHT NOW BUT EVREYON IN OUR HOUSE RECOGNIZES THE DISCORD SYMBOL PROBABLY>>>?????? SO IM TRYIN TO FIND ALL OTHER CONTACTS BUT ITS JUST A BUNCH OF EMAILS DDDDUDE I JUST HAD TO LET YALL KNOW WE'RE ALIEV HOPE ALL OF YOU ARE WELL LOVE YALL EVER IF YOU DONT BELIEVE THAT ASTY SAFE WATCH OUT FOR FUKCING PUNCHES OR SIDESWEEPS AND MY BIG SISSS KILLING BLOW AND THE FCKKGNGI  SWORD ON TOP OF HER BOOKSELG OR THE LITTLE GUN THING IN HER LCOSET WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN IN HER ROOM ANYMROE ANYWASY DONT DIE OUT THERE LIKE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PEACE OUT BURY ME UNDER A BLUE SKY WITH ALL MY SHIT IIM HANDING  DOWN WHATEVR THE ITTY BITTY NOT SO BITTY NEICE WANTS LIL PRINCESS LILLY HAACKER SCAMMER HUSTLER SECOND LEGEND OF VIOLENCE IN THE MAKIN IM GONNA FUCKIN PASS OUT I HAVE NO  IDEA OF FUCKIN ANYTHIN THATS HAPPPENIN HERE EVERERR GOD CAN I TALK TO ANYONE THAT ISNT THIS NEIGHBORHOOD THAT THIGNS I HAVE HEARSD ABOUT THE PWOPLE ROUND HERE any ewysbans m y hands are shak in and breakin and crankin love yall stay safe dont fall into a ditch like me ever again mMWAHH TEDDIE IF YOURE OUT I STILL OWE YOU THAT FUCKIN LETTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

[watercolormogai]

hi sorry for the mini vent but i'm so tired of having to say i'm pro para because like... imagine it had to be that way with any other disability. "yeah i'm pro autism." "i'm pro bpd" it sounds so fucking stupid. i don't know if i make sense but what i'm trying to say is that it sucks we have to treat paraphilias differently than any other disability or disorder or mental illness. i hope this doesn't come across as like anti-para or anything im bad with words lmfao

honestly ? v feel the same way

it sucks to have vy disorders painted as so horrible and disgusting , no one would actually ever support them except fake troll accounts . it sucks that theres basically no community (besides the radqueer community , but v'm clearly not in that) where there are a lot of people who understand and accept it . even people who "accept" it go on to talk about how "harmful paraphilias" are gross and immoral and only the "non-harmful kinks people pretend are paraphilias" are good and okay .

it absolutely sucks that v have to repeatedly say that v'm pro-para and still have people have no idea what paraphilias actually are and be against them because of that . like you said , nobody has to do that with any other disability , and even when people put "people who believe in narc abuse" on their DNIs there is really no one in the mogai community who is actually like that . meanwhile paraphiles are constantly painted as so incredibly horrible and wrong that people literally side with TERFs and call bigots "better" for not supporting paraphiles .

a lot of the anti-para shit in the community comes from people not actually understanding what paraphilias are or how they work . if v try to say "well someone with BPD isn't inherently violent and abusive because of their violent thoughts , and paraphiles aren't either" , v'm told that v'm ableist and a horrible person for daring to compare two disorders . if v try to say "people think you can cure being attracted to the same gender , but you obviously can't , so it's not very hard to understand that you can't cure being attracted to a child or an animal" , v get called homophobic and harassed for daring to say that pure innocent gay people are even slightly similar to the gross awful pedos . people who hate something are never just going to see one post and then suddenly change . they aren't going to see a hundred posts and even think about changing . a lot of ableists have said that even if it was their best friend who came out as a paraphile , theyd tell them to kill themself . so the lack of knowledge and understanding is going to take a long , long time to change , as absolutely frustrating as that is .

(plus , the fact that people think that any attraction to minors is pedophilia . that is not true and one of the main reasons why v feel the urge to punch anyone who says "i call maps pedophiles because thats what they really are!!!" because no you idiot map means any attraction to minors and pedophilia is only towards prepubescent children . the terms hebephilia , nepiophilia , ephebophilia , etc exist for a reason .)

it absolutely sucks to have to repeatedly say "yes , v support all disabled and neurodivergent people , yes including paraphiles they are still neurodivergent / disordered" . it should be basic common sense that all disabled and neurodivergent people are wonderful and amazing and your disorder doesnt make you a bad person , but for some reason it isnt . it constantly makes ve frustrated and angry because people choose to believe the media and hate paraphiles instead of just listening and understanding . having to say that v'm pro-para over and over is incredibly frustrating and makes ve just wanna hit things because oh vy gods why cant people just stop being so fucking ableist , but as frustrating as it is v know it's not going to change and until then we will just have to keep saying it over and over until people start understanding .

paraphiles being treated as "worse than" or "different" than other disorders is stupid and just ableism . no disorder is "worse than" any other . every disorder is morally neutral no matter what . if a paraphile hurts someone else , it is not "someone abused me because theyre a paraphile" it is "someone abused me becuse theyre a bad person" . "pedophilic abuse" is no more real than "narc abuse" . if an adult grooms a child , they are a predator , and actually that vast majority of predators are not pedophiles at all and the vast majority of pedophiles never groom / abuse anyone , so they probably arent even a pedophile . "dont armchair diagnose anyone" includes calling someone a pedophile because they hurt a child . dont call your abuser a narcissist because they probably werent and even if they were they didnt hurt you because of their npd they hurt you because they were an abuser . it is the same with paraphiles . treating paraphiles as "different" or "inherently wrong" only pushes them further and further away from any sort of help they may want to find and leads them to hurt themselves and others .

sorry that v kinda went off on a rant , but v have A Lot of opinions about this , as you can probably tell lol

[cat-eclipse-m]

REAWAKEN ME/memory jog

everything's all fine and dandy

everything's all fine and cool

the world is bright and full of joy but-

why do i feel like crying!?

i lie~ in my bed.

ev~ery~thing i see is red.

the tears~ flow down sideways.

my eyes are bloo~dshot and sore-

my stomach hurts.

my muscles feel hea~vy.

my eyelids are loo~se and limp.

the blood drips down my~... sink.

re~awaken me! tell me that i'~m a good, for, no-thing,-

bleed me dry, wring my skin tight- and tigh-ter!

tease me, read to me, keep me, locked-up!

tell me lies and keep the truth un~earthed and-

make me get down on my hands and knees and-

make me beg until my voice goes hoarse and croa~ky...

i've gone down, for a little run- (memory jog)

i know! not like me a~ny~how but my life's a dump-ster-fi-re.

lea~ve me out to drown and rot away underneath sewage gates, oh~,

pour~ the al-ka-line on me, make me feel as if i, am, bur-ning.

then let me crystallise after you burn all of that, skin, right, off me.

goin' down for a me-mo-ry jog!

i have absolutely no idea what i~'m do~ing (what)

no clue what-so, -ever on how i'm feeling~, (bitch.)

goin' round and round in circles, cause fuck me (will do)

my life is shit, i don't wanna get hit, (weak.)

but legitimately my on~ly escape from this is gone. (the pills are gone)

re~awaken me! shout and scream and cry- (sob)

bleed me out, bone dry- (dust)

stomach my cries and woes and foes and- (whore.)

tell my friends i love them, tell them goodbye- (why?)

because, i, might... (might what now, eh?)

not, wake up to-mor-row! (huh?)

but i'll be fine, ill be~ alright, maybe

tell me lies, as sweet as they are shady-

tell me to lie down on a soft surface,

burn my skin off under the furnace,

the past is stuck with me~ like superglue-

you said that you di~dn't want me to be seen with you-

oo~ooh. (you filfthy fuckin' liar.)

[2023-512kaylawilliams]

Monday feedback/review_Type specimen book

I did not have a fully formed first draft to show for feedback, however, David did give me some constructive feedback on the spread I have made and I will take it this through into other spreads I make as well. For the most part they related to alignment, balance, scale, orientation and -ve space.

The first spread to review was this double spread with a full basic latin character set. Initially my idea involved overlaying the italics on the regular font, however, after much iteration and experimentation I realised it was too graphic a spread to have in a type specimen booklet. I can see now, from the examples shown in class, that it is better to draw to simple spreads that I bolder and have more -ve space that trying to clutter the page with odd scaled elements or unnecessary details. In class I separated the two sets, contrasting the two, one on white background and the other on black. This looks more effective and readable as well. I think my original idea would work better on a larger graphic scale for a poster or something similar.

David noted on my two new layouts that the spacing can be reduced between type of larger sizes. Larger leading is more necessary on smaller text to give you eye space to distinguish between the lines. On larger scale text you can reduce the leading space. He also mentioned that I will have to make sure I can align the two pages as text on this scale isn't great to have crossing the paper fold.

The above three have similar points of feedback:

The first (left), David said he liked the large text side of the page and the contrast between the KO/NŌ and smaller kia ora tātau text. He said type on that scale with the macron being enlarged highlighted how it's modulated, but that it also created a cool graphic element with the two O's. The justified alignment of the right side of that spread was just not working though, which I had already recognised. I think instead I could try combining the right side with another pepeha spread to see how I could make it work.

The second (middle) and third (right), David mentioned that when working with negative space between letters (drop shadows, repetition etc.) that it is key to be able to distinguish them. He asked what is the meaning of having a repeated letter here? the macron ā could be complemented with finer detailed letters with á â ã etc. instead rather than the same thing again. Also to play around with different widths on the third spread as I did in the second one.

These are together for smaller feedback points of David's or my own.

Content of this spread was good, David said this is a good idea for what to include especially as it relates to my pepeha. (It is a couple of songs/poems written by my Great Aunt on her travels from England to NZ, I also have some diary entries to use in a similar way). The only thing I'm struggling with is formatting them if I will use them as to how they fit with the rest of my spreads.

Reduce the leading between the lines of the alphabet.

My own reflection on this one > make a two page spread with all extended characters over that space on a larger scale. Something to try anyway.

On the left, David mentioned to try and have all spreads in portrait format for ease of the user/reader. I can see how this would interfere with the flow so I will convert what I have to portrait. As he said working with constraints like this as a designer can be hard to work with, but from experience now this semester, constraints can bring our better work so ill work with what I've got and see where it takes me.

On the right, this one had a few points for feedback/improvement. This is my personal favourite for a spread so far, however, there were a few elements that David said could improve it.

-> Again with the having small text on the centre fold, it's impractical but in a readability and line of focus-sense, David said the centre aligned text created interference from the information that is important (larger text). Fix > move that smaller text to the left and right boarders instead. *Note that doing so would interfere with the page numbers, something I was thinking of changing anyway after seeing in-class examples. Putting page numbers and titles (which I am yet to add) on the top or side could be a less interfering location.

-> Try and figure out the alignment of the text? (Personal note) is it too diagonal or does perfect alignment work better?

These were two spreads I created quickly during class. Which received good feedback from both David and Emil. I personally like the curvature emphasised on the ampersand and a page, but I will see how they look in the grander scheme of things once I place things in a full draft. But I do like the simplicity of playing with large scale text. As a first iteration they're good but I think I could make more combinations to see what works best and if I can create any better combinations.

Overall I am happy with these and the feedback I received - now off to make some changes and make more spreads!

[singsongraptor]

Racism and saneism do a lot of the heavy lifting for why people think opioids and other controlled substances are a ☆~Special Problem~☆ compared to other medications. Opioids were originally demonized through antiBlackness and orientalism, as the government went out of its way to poison Black, indigenous and hispanic communities and demonize SEA and Arabic communities (blaming them and Mexican communities for bringing drugs into the country).

The fact that addiction and homelessness are still largely associated with "dangerous" Black and brown people and the belief we're the primary perpetuators of addiction (both in terms of being perceived as inherently addicts and criminals and perceived as the primary sellers of drugs even in white communities), further cements the idea that opioids and controlled substances are demonic and depraved, making Good, Innocent whites "like those debaucherous people", that only criminals and depraved people "need" them, and that those who need them deserve to suffer for their sins (because if they weren't vile, immoral and depraved they wouldn't use drugs).

There's a LOT of WASPy Christian racist bullshit behind the anti-opioid stance in society and medicine, because white christianity views Black and brown folks as repositories of Sin. Like, Black women are viewed as the embodiment of lust, gluttony, wrath, sloth. Black men get wrath and pride the most, but make no mistake they are also viewed as an embodiment of lust, sloth, and greed.

Nobody *says* that specifically, but all you have to do is see how often we're made out to be angry and yelling and out of control when we've been speaking level and haven't so much as broken our posture in our chairs while the white folks scream, hoop holler and cuss in our faces.

All you gotta do is pay any attention whatsoever to the lynchings of Black boys and men for looking too long in the same direction as a white woman or "whistling" at one. All you gotta do is pay attention to how often sexual assaults against Black women and girls gets swept under the rug.

I only don't focus on indigenous and various Asian and latine communities because that's not my place, but trust and believe that a lot of the bullshit around drugs is rooted in oppressive beliefs about them too. How often are Mexican men presumed to ve drug dealers or in cartels cuz it's hot and they're in denim shorts and tank tops?

So like, yeah, people don't know the difference between dependence and addiction, but the root problem is the demonization of addiction and the racism that posits addiction, criminality, and Sin as a specific problem of non whites that must be purged through the torture of our communities, on top of the gross belief that Suffering is Godly and only happens to those who are ungodly. Combine that with the societal desire to Protect the Innocence and Goodness of Whiteness and you get this heinous soup of sanctioned torture of disabled and chronically and terminally ill people because Opioids are used by Bad Black People who are Addicts and Criminals and that makes opioids bad, which means giving them to anyone suffering is also Bad and will Corrupt them like those corrupted Bad brown People.

How can chronic pain patients be “addicted to pain meds?” That’s like telling someone with a prosthetic that they’re addicted to their prosthetic. Or a cardio patient that they’re addicted to their pacemaker. Or a diabetic that they’re addicted to insulin. What is the thought process here?