#its better now but i still want to to barf..............

[dreamybasil]

suffering rn

[solvisun]

121224 ♥︎ drunk tsukishima kei and his insistence of asking you why you love him.

it's already close to midnight when your husband of two years ask you all of a sudden. he's warm, and hazy with alcohol. you're absentmindedly treading your fingers through his soft hair, the floral scent from his shampoo is irresistible. you inhale slowly and plant a small kiss on his scalp.

"why do you love me?" his head buried on the slope between your neck and shoulder, breath a little warm that tingles your skin as he sigh through his nose. you feel his hold on your hip tighten, palm smoothing the crease on your shorts as he travels down to your thighs, giving it a loving squeeze.

you resist the urge to laugh in amusement. you hear your clock from the nightstand tick faintly, the low hum of the ac ebbing and flowing in the silence. you think about the myriad of ways you could respond, yet in all of them, no amount of words will ever reach its essence. no matter how you say it, it will never be enough.

instead, you ask him back, voice low as if you’re whispering, "what's not to love about you?"

he grumbles, and you can almost imagine the little pout surfacing his pretty lips, “do you want me to barf at your sappiness?”

“i’m serious.” you say as you fight a smile.

“prove it.”

“sorry?”

he finally looks at you, a long pause with slow blinking, his hand leaves your thigh, reaches up to brush his knuckles against your cheeks. the ring on his ring finger feels cold against your warm face, light catches gold—are you talking about the ring, or his eyes? maybe both?

you’re a little tipsy yourself. you might as well just kiss him right now because your mouth always fails you to shape your love in the form of words. you’re not eloquent enough to mold a perfect sculpture of sentences, you’re not capable of holding onto a voice but it’s ironic how you’re able to carry a weight of a ton of actions—and you think, maybe he doesn’t need you to be perfect with words.

maybe he just needs you to say it, you love him for all that he is.

you capture his hand, locking your fingers through the gaps and kissing it while holding your stare. such beautiful golden brown who only ever looks at you like this. you don’t want to look away, you want to keep him forever, like he’s a promise you love to keep.

you feign a scoff, “fine. if you want specifics. i love you because you give me challenges, the ones that pisses me off in a good way, the ones that make me a better person, the ones that make me think differently.”

“i love how you argue with me about the smallest things, like which way the toilet paper roll should go, just because you know it gets a rise out of me. i love the way you silently leave the last piece of your favorite snack for me, even though you act like you don’t care.”

“i love that you fold the laundry so badly on purpose just to get out of doing it, and how you mutter ‘you’re welcome’ when i fix it.” you see the slightest of twitch of his brows. guilty.

you rest both your intertwined hand on your chest, hoping he can feel your beating organ.

“i love how you complain about the dishes but still wash the ones i ‘accidentally’ leave in the sink. i love how you steal the blankets at night but always drape them back over me when you think i’m asleep. i love how you sigh every time i forget my keys but still wait by the door to hand them to me, no matter how late i’m running.”

“i love how you can be so stubborn and sharp with your words, but you never let the day end without sitting next to me, even if it’s in silence, just to make sure we’re okay. i love how, after a fight, you pretend to not-so-subtly leave fresh fruit cuts on the counter or let me pick the movie, even though you hate my choices.”

“you choose horror all the time.” he comments without thinking, and you chuckle.

“i love that you can’t handle it. because you can’t help but cling to me after.”

at this point, your voice wavers slightly, the memories tugging at your chest. “i love that, even when we hurt each other, you always find a way to show me you care. you never say it outright, but it’s in the way you stay. you always stay, kei.”

your voice soften as you look at him, his golden eyes searching yours with a quiet vulnerability. “is that good enough of a reason, kei?��

he was quiet for a moment, his expression unreadable, before scoffing softly. “you’re so dramatic.”

right as he bury himself in your scent, lips on your neck that inevitably makes you shiver, you can see his ears turn red—and you think it’s the alcohol, but maybe it’s also because of your sappy shitty monologue. maybe its both.

your head feels lighter, a pleasant buzz on your veins and a thudding heart that can’t quiet itself, maybe you want the world to know just how much you love this man— and to make it even more sappier, he’s your world. it should be obvious by now.

you are dramatic. “hehe, that’s why we’re here. that’s why you love me.”

ever since you became his highschool sweetheart, you didn’t change as much. at least, to his eyes, you remain the love he’s always wanted.

and the things you do to him, for him. leaves him drunk with want. your name on his lips sits like a prayer, a letter of promises forever to keep—committed to keep.

the ends of his lips curl into the faintest smirk, his blush deepening as he muttered, “maybe.”

after a few quiet shifts in position, you both comfortably settle in each other’s arms for the night. he closes his eyes and yet, he can still see you in perfect resolution, as if there’s a screen behind his eyelids. replaying the memories with your words ringing his ears.

he remembers his first kiss with you before he falls to sleep. saw your eyes glossy and glowing, he never told you this but, he wanted to marry you by then. wants you to give him that look everyday, wants your beginnings and your tomorrows.

and—oh, he already has it. huh. wow, he still can’t believe you love him after all these years.

© SOLVISUN 2024. thank you for reading!

[deantfwinchester]

A Half-Day

Pairing: No-Outbreak!AU, Joel x Teacher!Reader, same timeline

Ok so i didn't get em both posted n the same day, but two in two days ain't bad!! Hope y'all enjoy :)

Summary: Morning sickness with Baby #2 manifests a little differently than the first go-round. No worries - Joel's gonna take care of his girl no matter what.

Warnings: pregnancy, more euphemisms for vomit, and they already have another little one as well this time.

A/N: self-indulgent fluffy nonsense. guilty as charged

Word Count: 2.7k

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It’s better this time around, for the most part at least. Rather than a steady, consistent nausea most mornings when you wake up, this time it’s more intense bouts on scattered days. You’ll admit, it’s nice to not be intimately acquainted with the plumbing every day, but the days that you are? Damn pipes should take you out to dinner, as much time as you’re spending together. An awesome trade, really. 

One morning it’s so bad it doesn’t stop by the time you get to work. You’d left for work during a lull, having been lured into a false sense of security by the temporary return of your sea legs. But now it’s second period, and you’ve left class to hit the lounge bathroom multiple times — this is additionally unpleasant in a public restroom for sure. Once you finish you shut your eyes tight, breathe deep, and pick yourself up off the floor for the fourth — or was it the fifth? — time this morning, and exit the bathroom, straight into your closest friend on campus, the teacher next door to you. 

“Whoa, sweetie, what’s going on?,” she asks, holding your shoulder steady and taking in the sickly expression you’d been too surprised to steel into a smile. Her brows furrow deeper in concern when your eyes are slow to meet her own, “I stopped by your room to grab some of your spare copies, and the kids told me you were gone for the third time?” You stand up straighter and clear your throat, trying to deflect her concern — it doesn’t work.  

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a little morning sickness, that’s all,” you nod, attempting to assure both her and yourself. 

“Babe, I heard you, and that wasn’t little. You been doing this all morning?,” she asks, eyes wide and borderline tearful. 

“It’s cool, I’ll get it together. I think,” oh god, it’s happening again. You attempt to swallow and finish your thought. “I-I think that’s the last of it,” you stutter, beginning to sweat a bit. She doesn’t buy it for a second. 

“Absolutely not. You’re benched for today,” she says, ushering you slowly to the couch in the corner of the room. After sitting you down, she grabs a bottle of water and twists off the cap, passing it to you, “Here. Little sips whenever you can manage. If you’ve been doing this all morning you gotta be dehydrated. I’ll let em know you need a sub. Where’s your phone?”

At this point you so badly want to avoid barfing again, you’re done fighting. You let out a tired “classroom,” between slow, measured breaths, and begin to sink into the worn sofa beneath. 

“Okay. Don’t you dare get up! I got your kids, and you’re going home.”

You can’t blame her, you’d be worried sick if the roles were reversed, and going home sounds pretty damn good right now. You nod and lay back against the cushion, closing your eyes and willing the nausea to subside. 

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Joel leaves work immediately after getting the call, worried out of his mind. Receiving a call from you outside of your lunch period was odd on its own, but answering it to a voice that wasn’t yours made his blood run cold. Luckily he recognized your friend’s voice fairly quickly as she informed him you needed to go home, and she didn’t want you driving. 

No urging was required, as Joel had his keys in his hand before she could finish making her request. He’d been worrying about you since he left this morning, while you insisted you were fine through a still-queasy grin. He knows you’ll be okay after while, but the fact you’ve been suffering all morning with this is breaking his heart.

Joel gets to school about ten minutes into your planning, and signs into the office, meeting your friend there who takes him to the lounge.

He enters to find you curled in on yourself on the couch, eyes closed like you’re trying to get a little sleep. He crouches down in front of you and gently pushes your hair back from your forehead to rouse you. 

“Sweetheart? You alright?” he croons. 

“Joel?” you say, voice rough with the grain of your battered throat from this morning’s festivities.

“Hey darlin’. I’m sorry you’re still not feeling good. Let’s get you home, huh?” he asks, standing up on his rusty knees and leaning forward to kiss the top of your head before grabbing your hands. “You ready to get outta here?” you give a small, miserable nod, and he feels his heart crack a little. He lifts you gently from the couch and rubs your back as he walks you steadily out the door.

You’re quiet as you make your way to the car. Joel sits you down in the passenger seat and reaches over your shoulder, buckling your seatbelt himself, and you smile in appreciation. 

“Wait what about my car, Joel?” you ask, though you certainly don’t feel like driving. 

“Don’t worry bout that honey, I’ll get Sarah or Tommy to come with me later on and we’ll drive it back. Not a problem,” he replies, squeezing your knee in comfort. You know he means it, too. He’s so sweet about it but you still feel bad. That’s more somebody else has got to do because you couldn’t get your shit together. 

Joel can see the guilt growing on your face, so he starts talking again, hoping to distract you. “You gonna be alright if we pick Vivi up before we head home?” 

“Yeah of course. isn’t it still a little early though?” you ask. It’s still pretty early in the day, not quite eleven o’clock. 

“It is,” he replies with a sober nod, “But i don’t feel like lettin’ you outta my sight anymore today, that’s all.” He tucks your hair behind your ear and puts his hand under your chin, lifting so your eyes to meet his own. Yours begin to water a little bit. You feel like a fucking baby, having to call home and be picked up in the middle of the day. You blink back the tears, and Joel sighs a little before turning away.

Joel gets in the driver’s seat, and sees you shaking a little, so he cranks on the heat. “You warm enough, baby?” and you just nod, keeping your eyes trained forward, and resting your head against the window.

“All right. let me know if you need to stop, or need air, anything, okay?” you give him a small “okay” in reply, and he pulls away. You ride most of the way in silence, but he grabs your hand and squeezes. He's pretty sure you’re upset, but he doesn’t wanna bring it up in case you’re just tired. The hormones have been doing a number on you this go-round.

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When he pulls up to the preschool and parks the car, he turns to you and before he can get a word out, the tears begin to fall. You’d spent the ride over trying to swallow the guilt eating at you. Leaving during the school day, making other teachers cover your classes, grading that needed to get done, getting behind on the lesson schedule, and pulling Joel from his own workday — the list of inconveniences you created today ran on loop in your mind. Joel’s eyes widen in surprise at the sudden shift in mood. 

“I'm so sorry, Joel. I’m sorry you had to leave work in the middle of the day to come get me like a fucking kid, this is ridiculous. I couldn’t just get my shit together, this is so stupid!,” you sob, face in your hands. You knew it was coming, and you’d rather not do it with Vivi in the car. Joel looks devastated to see you crying, and you feel the guilt expand. 

“Oh angel, what are you talking about? You think I'd rather be at work than here with you? I couldn’t get to the school fast enough when I got that call, sweetheart,” he says, holding one of your hands and wiping your tears with his other. You look back at him and sniffle, blinking tears away. 

“None of this is your fault, sweet girl. you can’t help that our little menace is in there making you feel so sick.” he says, resting a light hand on your belly to avoid agitating your nausea. “Don't you worry about work, school, the car, anything. That's my job darlin’. You’re doing the heavy lifting already, I'm just lucky enough to get to take care of you in the meantime. Please let me.” Your lip wobbles again, but this time the tears that fall are from joy and admiration. No matter how long you’re together, Joel’s unwavering care and dedication make you feel so loved it’s overwhelming. “Okay sweet girl?” and you nod again. 

Joel reaches over and pulls you into a tight hug, holding the back of your head, and pressing a kiss to your temple. “Good. Now I'm gonna run in and grab Vivi then we’re heading straight home so you can get some rest, alright?” He kisses you once more and squeezes your hand before getting out of the car.

He approaches the open classroom door and knocks. He's only about half an hour early since today’s a half day, but there aren’t any other parents there just yet. 

The teacher greets him warmly when she comes to the door. “Mr. Miller, hi! you’re a little early, we still have about thirty minutes left in play centers before the end of the day.” 

“Yeah, sorry about that. I came to get Vivi early so we could head on home. Her mama wasn’t feeling at work so I went to pick her up. Wanna make sure I don't gotta leave again today."

“Oh no, of course! Let me go grab Vivi. I hope everything’s okay, i know you guys are expecting.” 

“Yeah, she’ll be alright. The morning sickness did a number on her with Vivi too, poor thing.” The teacher gives a sympathetic smile and hands him Vivi’s backpack as the Assistant Teacher leads Vivi over holding her hand, which Vivi rapidly releases, running to the door excitedly upon seeing Joel standing there. “Daddy!” she exclaims, and Joel leans down to scoop her up in his arms, grinning ear to ear. He gives her a kiss on the cheek once she reaches his level, before addressing her.

“Hey there babygirl! We’re gonna head out a little early today, ‘s that alright?” she nods, and he thanks the teachers before turning around and heading out the door. 

Vivi waves bye to her teachers before continuing. “Why daddy?” 

“Your mama’s not feeling good, so we’re gonna get her home to get some rest, but I need your help. You wanna help me take care of Mommy today?” 

Her little eyes go wide with concern, and her little lip begins to wobble. he softens at how much it looks like yours. “is Mommy okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah, she’ll be alright pumpkin,” he says, running his knuckle beneath her little chin to assuage her worry. “We just need to let her get some sleep and try to make her feel better okay? Your baby brother’s busy swimmin’ laps in there making your mama’s tummy hurt,” he smiles. Vivi nods back in understanding.

When they get to the car, Joel opens the back door by Vivi’s car seat and sets her down, ready to buckle her in, but she hops out to reach over and talk to you. Joel looks exasperated at how quick she is when he turns back and finds she isn’t there, making you chuckle. She excitedly greets you, and even feeling like you do, she brings a smile to your face.

“Hey honeybee, how was school today?” you say, giving her cheek a little kiss before Joel grabs her and sits her back in her car seat. She keeps yapping while he buckles her in, shaking his head in amusement. 

“Good mommy!” she says, and starts talking about the fun things she did today, specifically the art she got to make with the little dot paints. She loves those things. Joel grabs your hand again in the driver’s seat while you talk with Vivi, and squeezes before cocking his head to the side, letting you know he’ll keep her occupied in conversation if you wanna lay back against the window again.

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When you get home, Joel gets Vivi out of her car seat, and she runs to grab your hand while you walk inside. “Daddy said I could help him take care of you today, mommy,” she says, beaming with pride. Your heart melts at her sincerity and care. 

“That's so sweet baby, thank you so much.” Joel pipes up behind you both, having grabbed your bag and Vivi’s from the truck. 

“That’s right, and I also said your mama needs rest more than anything. So how ‘bout we let her get to bed and you help me get some lunch together, huh?” 

“Okay daddy. Mommy, you need comfy clothes before nap time,” Vivi instructs.

“Okay baby, I'll get changed. You gotta be hungry, so get something to eat with daddy first.” You mouth a “thank you” to Joel as you part from Vivi. He pulls you close and whispers “of course” in your ear before kissing your head again, and shooing you off to the bedroom.

You’re cozy in the bed when Joel comes in with Vivi after she’s eaten, and he can tell she’s flagging. She’ll be out like a light for her own nap in no time. She comes in with a bottle of gatorade in your favorite flavor, and Joel carries a sprite with a bendy straw and a sleeve of plain crackers. He hands you the items before grabbing Vivi and plopping her on the bed next to you, where she cuddles up next to your side, and he climbs in on her other side to hold you.

Joel asks you to try to eat a little bit before you get to sleep, and offers some yogurt or bone broth if you can stomach it. He'll also make peppermint tea “if you think it’ll help.” He's already coaxed two advil and half a bottle of water into you since you got home. You take a couple sips of the sprite and eat a couple crackers but tell him all you want right now is for him to stay there with you both. That’ll do just fine for him.

You and Vivi are both asleep in no time. You lean against Joel as he holds you, and Vivi’s leaned against you in his lap. He plays the tv quietly and dozes off as well. This is how Sarah finds the three of you when she arrives home, dropped off from the carpool after school. 

Joel wakes to find his oldest giggling and taking a picture of the three of you, and rolls his eyes before greeting her, and explains the day’s events while gesturing for her to join the pile. Sarah takes her shoes off and crawls into the middle as well next to Vivi, laying her head in your lap, listening to her little sister’s breathing on her right and her little brother’s movements in your stomach on her left.

You rouse just long enough to look down at Sarah and utter a tired “Hi Sweet Pea, how was your day?” cut in the middle with a yawn as you place a hand in her hair and begin carding your fingers through her soft curls. You’ve dozed back off before she can begin to respond, and she and Joel chuckle at each other and she closes her eyes, ready to fall asleep under your drowsy ministrations.

Joel looks down at his family and nearly tears up. Sarah’s breathing evens out soon after, and he reflects on how lucky he is. As he’s about to doze again himself, he suddenly remembers the car still at the school. Eh, it’s Friday anyhow. The car can wait til tomorrow. He sighs in contentment, and joins his three girls napping in the late afternoon sun.

[bitethedustfools]

TWST Story Idea (7)

Yuu = They/them.

Yuu did not go to NRC and instead went to RSA.

Every day, Yuu woke up not to the sun, but to some goddamn random RSA students with cheery faces barging into their room. People followed Yuu wherever they went, dragging Yuu off to somewhere they dubbed 'somewhere fun,' which was definitely not fum at all. and it annoyed Yuu to no end.

It was suffocating, and Yuu swore they were going to die just being surrounded by these goody-two-shoes who wouldn't leave them alone.

If Yuu had gone to NRC before, they would say that RSA was better than NRC in terms of accommodation and peacefulness. In RSA, Yuu could live a lavish life with a soft bed, delicious food, and wonderful decoration. The only thing that ruined their experience was the existence of RSA students.

Despite Yuu's attempts to avoid them, they still managed to find Yuu, whether it be Yuu sleeping on a tree, sitting on a very tall roof, or hiding in the dark under their bed or in the attic. They always found Yuu.

Yuu openly showed their displeasure with no hesitation, unleashing some inappropriate words in front of RSA students and sternly said not to find them. If they failed to understand, Yuu would smack their reaching hand away in anger.

RSA students were unfazed by the whole thing, smiling fondly at Yuu and indulging in Yuu's whims as though Yuu were a child. Their optimistic view sickened Yuu so badly that they couldn't help but distort their expression into disgust and annoyance every time they locked eyes.

Just like before, Yuu's ill-mannered behavior was met with laughter that was rather happy instead of being offended. Yuu was tired of dealing with a bunch of extroverts; they couldn't possibly entertain them all.

Despite being an outsider with a foul mouth and personality, Yuu still got treated right and kindly. Sure, some of them looked wary and were kind of rude, but somehow, they still opened up to Yuu over time. Yuu had no idea how their crude language, rough appearance, and behavior attracted them.

Anyway, the point is, RSA was too friendly for Yuu's liking and too clingy that Yuu doubted if this school really raises royalty because their clinginess sure reminded Yuu of a monkey from how tight they're holding unto Yuu.

They couldn't even understand the meaning of 'don't touch me' and 'I don't want to be friends, so back off,' much to Yuu's chagrin. It must be that optimistic view that made them a brainless bunch of idiots. Well, some of them were smart, but the fact that they still got close to Yuu proved that they were idiots.

In the eyes of others outside of RSA, Yuu was the black sheep of the prestigious, kind-hearted, and good-natured RSA, the dirt on the pure white canvas, the stain on a fine fabric, the one that would never fit.

In the eyes of RSA, however, Yuu was nothing more than a black cat they wanted to spoil despite its temper. Yuu's actions were nothing more than a cat throwing a hissy fit to them, a very endearing, 'scared' little kitty that still hadn't opened up to them.

Grim can be the mascot of NRC, and RSA is Yuu.

Now, imagine a scenario where Neige is talking nonstop to Vil about his new friend, Kitty, with so much sparkle that Vil wanted to barf. He didn't of course, he have a reputation to keep.

Suddenly, Neige called out the name loudly and is vibrating on the spot from sheer joy, and Vil, assuming it's just a kitty, turned around and was met with the most irritated person, oozing dark, gloomy aura at the sight of Neige.

Neige started to direct his attention to Yuu, and Yuu make the ugliest face they could ever make that definitely didn't sway Neige's opinion judging by the stars in his eyes. Yuu then shot a dead look at Vil that clearly said, "take him back before I'm commiting a crime."

Another would be Chenya sneaking into an unbirthday party in NRC to see Riddle and Trey while dragging a very reluctant Yuu who looked like they just wake up from a sleep.

As they sat for the party, Chenya clinked his cup with Yuu, who held it lazily, while speaking in riddles, which Yuu responded to with "shut your damn mouth, fcking cat. You're giving me a headache" prompting a loud gasp from Trey and Riddle and gigglings from Chenya.

Just Yuu trying to live their life in RSA as they stared longingly at NRC.

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If Yuu from NRC turned the villains into good, naturally, the Yuu in RSA turned them bad. Can go with the "white=bad, black=good" prompt or yandere route, etc. This is just an idea. Feel free to branch from it.

[watermelonlovershigh]

Can you write something where Reader had taken care of Harry all night because he was sick and then she has to wake up to care for their child and maybe the child wants to give Harry cuddles to make him feel better.

Sick Daddy /concept/

AN: had this in my inbox for a while but am trying to clear some of my requests out so here you finally go. its very short because this ask just felt like it didn't need to be crazy long. hope you enjoy still. send you feedback. xoxo

This story contains: mentions of throw up, the rest is fluff

{ husbandrry - dad!harry - any harry era }

word count- 566

You and your son Oliver make Harry a breakfast to hopefully feel better because he'd been sick the previous night. Then after Harry's better, you and Ollie catch the same bug and Harry takes care of you both as you did for him.

You'd been up off and on with Harry all night. He seemed to have caught some type of stomach bug and nearly every hour of the night woke up to be sick. Though Harry insisted you just stay in bed, of course you were gonna be right by his side. Placing a little clip in his hair to hold his bangs out of his face and rub his back as he heaved over the toilet.

Now it's eight in the morning and your little one, Oliver, who's five, is awake. Though you're dead tired from you lack of sleep, you go into Ollies bedroom and help him get dressed and brush his teeth. Once that's all done, Oliver asks, "Where's daddy? Wanna go see him."

Kneeling down to his level, you reply, "Daddy's feeling a bit ill today, loves. He'll probably be in bed for a while. But, how about you help mummy make daddy some tea and toast to hopefully feel better."

With a concerned look on his small face, Oliver nods, "Alright, mummy. Then can I cuddle daddy? Daddy cuddles me when I don't feel very well so it might make him feel better."

Thinking for a moment, you answer, "Maybe. We'll have to see. I don't want you catching whatever bug he has though."

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Oliver helped you prepare an easy breakfast for Harry. One that will hopefully not bother his stomach. Once it's ready, you carry it on a tray and Ollie walks up the stairs beside you, excited to finally see his daddy today.

When you walk in the bedroom, Harry is curled up under the covers sleeping, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin. You set the tray down and nudge his shoulder, "Harry babe, wake up for me. Got you something to drink and eat that you'll hopefully be able to keep down."

Harry slowly turns over and sits up. With his very messy bed-head, he croaks out, "Awe, thank you, m'love. I'll try to eat some of it. Not really that hungry though."

Oliver steps to the side of the bed and asks, "Daddy sick?"

Harry looks down and answers, "Yeah baby, daddy's tummy hasn't been well. But mummy is the best doctor around so I'm sure I'll be good to go in no time."

Harry sat in bed and munched on his plain toast and sipped his tea while you and Oliver sat at the foot of the bed to keep him company. After some persuasion, you finally let Oliver cuddle Harry. You knew it was a risk of him getting sick too but you were also at risk from just being in the same house as him.

Luckily Harry was able to keep that food down and with some more rest, got to feeling better within twelve hours. Unluckily to you and Ollie though, two days later you both woke up to sick tummies and it was Harry's turn to play doctor. With the amount of vomit he had to clean up he should become a professional cleaner.

It got so bad that he had to migrate everyone to the living room where he could watch you both at the same time. One moment holding up the barf bucket for Oliver and the next moment holding it up for you. He gave y'all tons of cuddles and extra love and within a day everyone was well again.

(PLEASE REBLOG BECAUSE WRITING IS NOT EASY AND IT'S FREE SO JUST DO IT)

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Architects of our Demise | Chapter 20

[ Age of Arcanum AU | Perc'ahlia | M | Updates every 2 weeks]

[ Vax is the Warden of Ravens, Vex is his Champion, Percival is the creator of aeormatons, and FCG is ~vibing~ ]

[Chapter 20: He's soooooo in love you guys! And there's a lot to do before the eve of the Calamity - I mean Apogee Solstice <3 ]

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They’re soaked in water debating the merits of becoming frost. Vex almost crashed them into a crystal column. Percival almost barfed in her hair.

He’s practically dancing on their walk back to Scanlan’s hole in the wall. It feels like he’s still airborn, except without the wind brutalizing his face.

“What has gotten into you?” Vex’s eyes gleam in delight as Percy swoops and spins and skips. It’s gratifying that he’s putting on a better show than all the bold illusions around them. That he’s holding her attention in this city of too-much.

“Oh, a simple change of perspective.”

(That is, truly, all it is. It changes nothing, except it changes everything. The discovery of another law of the universe - as immutable as gravity, thermodynamics or arcane equilibrium. His world makes more sense, even if nothing about its workings will change.)

(She has a goal. As a result, so does he.)

His teeth clatter. It’s invigorating. “Vex! Someone else is handling the busywork of preventing catastrophe. You want your brother back; we have…” a quick spat of math. “Ten days, now, to get that done. Avalir is at our disposal, Champion; what should we do first?”

“We should get you -” Vex takes him by the arm, “- inside. Before you catch your death, darling.”

He strongly doubts that death could so much as graze him in such a state, in such excellent company - and besides, Death himself would not deprive his sister of such a devoted follower. Percy is quite sure of that.

--

Percy shivers pathetically, fighting off a sneeze. 

“I really thought the chicken soup would be enough,” Scanlan laments. “Can you fix him up, Pikey?”

“Psssh, easy!”

[From the beginning] [Keep reading on AO3!]

[donnerpartyofone]

My resolution to be less pointlessly negative on social media -- about movies anyway, let's not get crazy! -- is going OK, but I do still lose control of myself occasionally. Sometimes I think it would be fun to be in the upper tier of professional horror journos/critics, but HEART EYES is reminding me that the internet makes absolutely everybody act crazy now and I would not enjoy dealing with it up close. First of all HEART EYES sucks, it's a below-average slasher with no tonal control, full of unfunny jokes, pretentious political gestures, and incomprehensible choices -- but everybody has a right to enjoy a bad movie. What I object to is seeing a well-known critic publish an editorial on the greatness of HEART EYES "and Why It Matters." Dude I promise you it does not matter. It is absolutely not the first "feminist horror movie" or whatever people seem to think, it's not even the first one in the past few years, but really I just wish people would examine their urge to declare that everything they like MATTERS. I see this shit all over the internet, nobody can just like things anymore, everyone has to do tortured contortions about how their wittle binky is a fucking masterpiece. I routinely see people confessing that they have an annoying, antisocial habit of some kind, and instead of just accepting that they like annoying things that are not good for all of society, they build a whole thesis defense around the idea that their annoying little peccadillo is actually important and imbued with some sort of inherently superior moral and spiritual quality and it's like...just totally maddening.

So anyway, then I open bluesky and there's a professional critic reposting something from a filmmaker that is...just not fucking true. Why the hell are you saying this, guy, and why is everyone letting you say it??

SMILE 2 is two hours and seven minutes long. Admittedly it is a gripping, relentless two hours and seven minutes, but like, a lot happens in it. It has musical numbers. This should not be hard to remember. If I didn't know for a fact how long it was, I would not have even guessed that it was close to 90 minutes.

SMILE 2 -- nay, the entire SMILE franchise -- is explicitly, perhaps exclusively about trauma. The premise is that you experience a shocking trauma, and it ruins your life. That's the whole log line. It's barely even a metaphor.

Personally, I find that both SMILE movies but especially the sequel are full of unpredictable, mind-bending scares and hallucinatory spectacles, and I'll concede that the series owes a debt to RINGU but like...it is not accurate to call it a '90s-type basic meat & potatoes genre movie. That's a good description of HEART EYES, which (ineffectively) copies everything from SCARY MOVIE to I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER. I guess you could say that about COMPANION if you want, just because it's pretty breezy and involves a slashable ensemble of cute young people. But even if you don't find SMILE 2 deep or whatever, this is just not a good summary of its qualities. It just has nothing in common with HEART EYES, not even on the production level. This statement is materially incorrect.

...but of course, this gets repeated by someone who should really know better, and their thousands of followers just take it for granted that it's true. For some reason. I hate to sound naive, I mean I realize that these days what you say is less important than how you say it, and how you socialize it. I guess I'm just easily surprised, still. I was so annoyed by this that it got me out of bed, and I had to come over here and barf up a whole pompous tirade about it even though I've been trying to stop myself from acting like this online. At least I don't have the impulse to attack this complete stranger about his personal opinion, which is of no consequence for me, and I know that being hostile to him would not result in him recanting his post just to make me feel better. But man, the people of the world are saying dumber and dumber shit as the minutes pass. You'd think the fact that everyone's thoughts and feelings are extremely public now would make people MORE circumspect, not less, but ooooooh no.

[fangirlinginleatherboots]

question for ya !!! do you have any recommendations on switching cats to healthier more nutritional food? i'm currently feeding mine dry food because it's the easiest to afford but i want to do better for them !! do you have any recommendations on what some good stuff to start feeding them would be? and how to make the switch easier for them?

Yes! I do! Sorry for the delay in replying to this.

So first off, cats cannot hydrate adequately from drinking water. They are built to gain hydration from intracellular moisture, meaning that the food they eat needs to have fully hydrated cells. Kibble is not only dry, but the heat used in processing severely damages its nutritional value. Wet food is better, but the moisture isn't necessarily intracellular. Often it is still processed with heat and water is added back in later.

I am a huge advocate for feeding raw food and it's much easier and more affordable than you would expect. Switching even 20% of your pets food over to something fresher (ideally raw) has a massive positive impact on their health, so it's not all or nothing.

There are two main raw "diets": BARF and Prey. Both of these are going to contain organ, muscle, and bone. BARF stands for biologically appropriate raw food. This will contain a mixture of ingredients that have great nutritional value, but would not be something the animal would find naturally in the wild. Some of my favorite ingredients mixed in are green lipped muscles, raw goat milk, blueberries, and kale! The Prey diet is much higher in protein and does not contain as many of these "forageables," digestive aids, and supplements. Prey diets are better for cat only households or for dogs that work physical jobs.

My favorite brand of raw food is Steve's Real Food, but I'm also partial to Stella & Chewy. Both of these companies offer food that can be fed both to your dog and your cat, so you can feed the household out of one bag. That being said, Steve's has begun focusing a lot more on cat food and now offers the Quest line of cat diets. It's priced comparably to wet food and is very easy to feed. They also offer guides on transitioning your cat from one food to another since they are imprint eaters and it's not always easy.

Again, it's not all or nothing! Replace 20% of their diet with a balanced raw food and you'll see a difference. The poop is better and less, the pet stays hydrated and doesn't chug water, coat quality often improve and shedding is reduced. A full raw switch also removes the kibble brain fog and may even stop your cat from barfing all the time. Raw fed pets are more alert and less stressed, in my experience.

Obviously every pet is different, but the science of how they evolved to eat is sound. It just takes some shopping around to find the right fit.

[gaykarstaagforever]

I realize it is super trendy now to rag on Fallout 3, ever since Hbomberguy did that roast of it 8 years ago.

And I love Harry, and I agree 100% with all of his criticisms of that game. It is kind of a lumpy mess that immediately got upstaged by New Vegas, and it certainly shows its age in 2024.

But that said, it is still a fantastic game, and it and it alone proved that Bethesda could take Fallout and do it as a Bethesda FPS, with all the usual Bethesda FPS jank, and that could still work wonderfully.

They didn't know this was going to work in 2008. Old skool Fallout bros hated it, and always will. But for the rest of us, it took what was at the time an outdated and niche PC RPG and made if fun and compelling for nearly everyone. It was a huge success and shot across the bow, similar to TES Oblivion, that proved that this sort of adaptation of a 90s IP into a "modern" form-factor could work, and still retain the spirit of the originals.

There would be no New Vegas without Fallout 3. Fallout 3 was hot shit at the time, and people bought it and played it and loved it so hard that Bethesda decided to...outsource the sequel to another company. But that company had ex-Interplay people working for it, so in retrospect, that was a brilliant and respectful idea (at least, after they fixed the broken mess Obsidian barfed out initially, probably because Bethesda didn't support them enough, but that's another conversation).

New Vegas is tons of people's favorite game, and rightly so. And it is a way better Fallout game than Fallout 3. But it only exists because Fallout 3 was, and is, pretty good, despite its many flaws.

Fallout 3 is an imperfect game, but is still a good game with a great vibe, DLC that is as good or better than the core game, and a pretty good story (despite the ending), and 100% worth replaying for a hundred hours. And you people need to stop aping Harry and poo-pooing it.

I for one thing think Fallout 3 holds up way better than 4 does at this point, and it's almost twice as old. Maybe I'm just an old Millennial gamerbro, but 3 has a flow and quality consistency that 4 doesn't have, if only because 4 is packed with goofy novelty systems and busy-work and has no self-awareness of how goofy and plot-hole rich its story is. 3 botches the ending, but at least it makes you want to get there.

Now it is time for me to post this, and be blighted by Fallout 4 stans with Preston Garvey bicep tattoos.

[assortedvillainvault]

I just got into the horned king 😭

I'm on character ai and he tries to get jiggy with it, I can not for the life of me imagine his body frfr

What do you think it'd be? Is there a canon appearance besides his bone face? 😭

I need help lol 😭

- Lucky Katsune

JJFBLFHU ok well thank you for pulling this into the forefront of my blog and brain like the result some kind of hellish lichsimp deep sea fishing reel. (positive)

Starting off with I very much understand the lure of the AI, I did some experimenting with it myself a while back - but honestly once the initial newness of it wears off its a very clunky (and dubious) tool, you're honestly going to get better entertainment from a blank word doc and a no holds barred laugh-yourself-silly discussion over discord as you write.

Secondly, onto the fun part-

(Lich anatomy with pictures and suggestive things under the cut lads, you know the drill. If you don't wanna see stuff don't click.)

The Horned King has no 'canonical' under-robe going on EXCEPT for the very brief frames shown during his death scene, in which the cauldron slurps down his clothes before making him melt and explode and godIwishthatwereme -

(I make NO APOLOGIES for my work choice here this is the HK simp blog you knew what you were getting into under the read more)

What we can see from most of the film is his face appears to be the most decomposed part of him that is visible - his hands are withered but still fully fleshed, and his forearms seem to retain a decent mount of muscle.

From the way his shoes right at the beginning of the film basically move like thick socks, it stand to reason his feet would retain a decent amount of flesh to get that rounded look. I am Not typing 'Horned King Feet' into google again so you're going to have to go without a refeence pic for now. I have limits.

That leaves us with literally everything in between.

i can't get a clearer or better quality shot so I apologise, but this is what we can glimpse mid melting:

Same greyish green tinge and leathery texture for the skin all over his torso, not to mention a decent amount of flesh left overall! His shoulders seem pretty large for a corpse (lets not forget in the books he's a hunter and a warlord) and I struggle to believe he wouldn't know how to use any of the weapons in his castle. Given we can see the curve of his back there's no reason to beleive the flesh coverage doesn't extend all the way down his legs too.

With proof out of the way now we can get onto the fun part!!

I personally like to headcannon that parts of his vertebrae and lower ribs 'peek' through his skin because the more monstrous and rotten the better in my book. He also probably got scars due to the violent job description of being a medieval warlord, undead sorcerer or not.

Corpses do tend to look a little shrink wrapped as they loose moisture and muscle mass, so he's probably on the skinnier side and his joints will protrude a little, especially the hips and knees. Heck just look at the way his hands widen from the wrist bone! That robe is for more than just warmth (wales be chilly), it's making his silhouette larger becuase when they're not swinging weapons at you or barfing up green smoke, decaying bodies actually are pretty small.

Given he's got no eyebrows and no hair peeking out from under he hood, I'd hedge a bet he's hairless all over too.

And lastly I can't find your blog so Idk if you're of an age I feel comfortable discussing NSFT with outright, but safe to say anything between his legs is fair game. You want him with an eggplant? Me too go get em. You want him like a ken doll becuase it fell off a hundred years ago and he never mentally recovered? Sure go for it I know a couple people that headconnon him that way. Skelebussy? Tentacles? Go forth and conquer my dude.

You're having fun so you can literally put whatever the hell you want under his robes as long as you're having a good time. Hope this helped!!

[bwoahtastic]

lmao at seb making nico do volunteer work and she will do it but she'll be wearing chanel 😭 these ideas are very much based on things that nico has done irl because I love that man but my god is he weird and dramatic but also the perfect inspiration for this

-- seb wants to get involved with a river clean up in her local area and she asks nico to do it with her. nico agrees but she shows up to the river in a €3000 cream chanel blazer (irl nico has actually done a river clean up in a €4000 double breasted jacket). for obvious reasons seb thinks that nico's outfit is a terrible idea, seb herself is wearing old jeans and a flannel shirt (and she looks incredible in it), but nico somehow manages to make it work and does the whole event looking like she stepped out of a magazine. afterwards seb makes nico buy the drinks, and they have a good laugh about all the guys who fell into the river trying to impress them.

-- nico actually really enjoyed the volunteering, so when a beach clean up near to her comes around, she signs herself and seb up. seb wasn't actually going to be in the country that day, but Nico didn't bother asking, and seb eventually agrees, on the condition that nico cannot wear anything designer. nico agrees, but shows up to the beach wearing the tiniest pair of short shorts that seb has ever seen, and considering the things that seb has worn, that's saying a lot. half of the volunteers spend more time staring at nico as she bends over than they do actually working. nico pushes seb into the sea, and because seb isn't wearing a bra, everyone can see her nipples. nico claims that seb now can't criticise her because she's just as bad as nico.

Ksksk PLSS

Normally the 2 mostly race together or gossip and drink but Nico agrees to doing the river cleanup because well, she knows better than to say no to her bestie.

Seb laughing so much when she sees Nico's chanel outfit and she almost pisses her pants seeing Nico looking so proper snd perfectly styled sksks. Snd Nico just gawking st Seb looking so hot in thr cut off shorts and flannel ksks.

Nico still looking proper by the end of it snd not a speck of dirt on her and Seb is covered in mud cos zhe started a mud fight sskksks (not with Nico, she values her life thank you very much)

Nico then signing them up for the beach clean up and she buys Seb a plane ticket so,she cant say no lmao! Seb agrees cos well, its a lil holiday with her bestie and volunteering is smthn she loves! She does giggle when Nico doesn't wear designer but still wears tiny shorts and a little crop top and everyone is staring at her ass lol! And seb in those zip off pants that make Nico fake barf sksks and a white top that is very much see through after Nico pushes her in the sea aksks

It's okay, Seb loves her boobs and doesn't mind showing them off a little (not caring Christiqn has a heart attack seeing then red bull driver Seb like.thst lolol)

[s0lar-ch3ri]

battling scars (fizzfangs fic)

uhhh gay people happen, theyre so out of character i fear, and not really spoilers i think minus shit from ep 1

against my own better judgement its also on ao3 so if you liked this come take a look

Emizel was totally a chill guy. Sure, he’d been the cause for most of the fights in the area, he barked back at every word that was taken wrongly, he wouldn’t hesitate to challenge one to a duel, he didn’t hold back- okay, the list might suggest otherwise, but Emizel really was a chill guy. Just different, his dad might say. A little bit strange, some group members would mutter in warning.

For the first time in a while, Emizel and Theo were alone in a room, hanging out alone. If you asked either of them, they’d say they were close friends, but they knew it was more. Nobody else did, for a multitude of reasons. It was their own thing, and neither knew how their loved ones would react, but truth be told, they were each other's loved ones. At this point in time, they’d been boyfriends for about 2 months. Knowing it’d break the rules, Emizel told him when he turned, and he stayed in comfort as his lover chose to stand beside him, hold his hand, say he loves him still. God (barf) was he a sucker for Theo.

The room they’d gotten had one bed able to fit 2 people. There was a lamp on a nightstand by the side of the bed, a tiny closet on the far wall, and another room for the bathroom. The only 2 windows in here were carefully covered up by the 2 working together (Theo did NOT want to see his friend’s ashes), both curtains and even some spray paint covering the glass.

Emizel sat on the bedside, looking at the ground of this room, slowly tapping his foot. Rather then his regular punk outfit, he wore some loose dark teal pants and a white tank top. His hair was messy and ragged from his recent adventures. As he stared past his socks, he thought back to every injury he’d gotten. Each of them didn’t leave a mark physically, they all managed to heal up through his own magic or when he revived. He had nothing to show for his efforts in battle. He pulled one of his hands off the side of the mattress and looked at it.

Emizel was always a fighter. Go down with a fight, rise up to a fight, it felt like all he knew. The marks were proof. He wondered if the ones from before left. He looked, and they were there. The scratches and lines across his palms, arms, even faintly on the chest. Were they closing up? Being a vampire was weird. All he was supposed to know was gone, flipped, just like that.

“...Tough shit?” Right, he wasn’t alone in the room. Theo had climbed on the back of the bed which Emizel spaced out for a minute (or 5), his hands dealing with some gash Emizel hadn’t the energy or memory to fix. Theo wore some black short shorts with the white lines running down the side and an admittedly bit oversized red t-shirt. He bandaged it carefully like he would have before back in the gang.

“Yeah, tough shit.”

“What was it this time? Person? Weird monster thing? Vampire? Raccoon?”

“I don’t think it matters who at this point. We all know it’ll happen again over some stupid shit.”

“...Something’s up.” Emizel felt Theo stop working. Gently, he put his head onto Emizel’s shoulder, now joining him in looking at his hands. “Talk to me babe, what’s the matter?”

“I’m a monster.”

“I mean, that’s how vampires work right?”

“I’ve always been one Theo.”

Theo goes silent, moving his head back to the gash as he finishes his work with it. It was not a gesture of anger, rather surprise and confusion.

“You're giving me pity, stop that. You know I’m right.”

“I know your wrong man.”

“How am I fucking wrong? I get fucking pissed over the stupidest of things, I start fights for the fun of it, I cause problems for others and I enjoy it, Theo what in there doesn’t sound like what a monster would do? I’m like some fucking animal, only this time the scars fade away.”

“Oh, baby…” Theo cups Emizel’s face with one hand, pressing his forehead to his. He spoke softly and tenderly, complete admiration and love in his voice. “You're not a monster. I would know if I love a monster.”

“I don’t know how to love, I only can fight. I am all bark, all bite, not an ounce of care.”

“Is that what you really believe, or what you’ve been told? Easel, it’s not something you could help. Not before, and certainly not now. I see the marks on your hands, and I know you carry them with you for pride, so it hurts seeing them fade in the blink of an eye. The scars in your eyes though, they’re not gone. I’ve loved you through each fight man. I’d do it all again.”

“You're being kind and gentle to me. I could rip your heart out and drink you dry in an instant and yet, you're still here.”

“I love you. You deserve someone to be gentle to, after the world seeing only someone who’s so rough.”

Those words shook Emizel to his core. He could recall being compared to an escaped stray shelter dog, one who had never seen brighter days. Everyone saw it and cowered, and it gave it power. It had the taste for blood and violence, and to it, it felt good, a constant, something so natural yet controllable. However, it didn’t know love well, and it wouldn’t understand how great soft hands of care felt over the rough adrenalin of getting its teeth knocked in.

He shook, Emizel, the mighty leader of the Demons gang, who could tear you limb from limb with a smile, had begun to feel tears escape him. Theo carefully wiped them away, never stopping those lovesick puppy-love eyes. As his cries became more verbal and hiccopy, the 2 boys got under the blanket of this bed and cuddled in each other’s warmth. In Theo’s arms, the one who felt every evaporated and remaining scar, Emizel was someone to be gentle with. No fighting, no biting, no claws, no need to be on guard. He could relax. He was safe.

In Theo’s arms, Emizel was a totally chill guy, despite the list that kept others from being gentle.

[vince-linder]

Christmas/New Year Exchange 2024

Another year gone in the cyberpunk fandom, and its time again for this little gift bringing :D

Worte a little christmas story for @kharonion and I hope you like it choom <3

We Need A Little Christmas - Quenmon - Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Full story also under the cut :D

It was already time again, for the annual christmas party hosted at the Afterlife. Invites going out to every more known Merc, to any good fixer, and may a few well known clients. Aside from of course bringing your +1, making it a really big, loud party usually. Sometimes even some rockerboys join in and gave them some nice live music. Emmerick, as he always did, stood in front of the big doors of the afterlife and was the bouncer. Controlling if anyone who wanted in, was allowed to go in, helping too drunk people getting a delamain to get home, and interfere whenever someone was fully acting up. But in the end, he was standing outside, and wasn't part of the party at all. He sighed silently, as he heard especially loud laughing and yelling, clearly the party was going very well. Emmerick had to take a step aside as one of the Merc stumbled outside through the door, drunk as shit, of course Emmerick guided him outside so he wouldn't barf right in front of him. But aside from little moments like this, he didn't have much to do with the party. Well a few way too drunk Mercs tried to flirt him up, but he politely declined it all, he wouldn't start rumors about him and any Merc. Slowly it was getting late, the party was going full force, and Emmerick was feeling more and more restless. It was boring, and it was leaving such a bleak feeling, that he never was fully part of the fun.

Until one guy appeared, who always had a feelingly better connection to him. As usual in a bit flashier clothes, his red and black hair styles in a wild manner, and the trademark more or less stoic expression on his face, as he came down the corridor to the doors of the afterlife. He was still on his phone, talking to someone and making plans for the next few days, so he stayed in the corridor for quite some while, finishing his smoke while he was wrapping up the call. Emmerick crossed his arms in front of his chest, a small smirk appearing on his lips. Usually that guy, called Vikt by most, was always up for a bit of smalltalk, but it seems he was still quite busy even on christmas eve. “Told you, you could have joined me, Kerry. Not a big thing, but at least I'm gonna be present for a bit. You know how Rogue can be.” A small pause, he was clearly listening to his partner, but that wasn’t audible for Emmerick, but it made him smile just even more. Vikt didn't even look annoyed, just like he had that talk already, several times. “Kerry- Yes I know. And I told you before that I would go, and you are free to come with me. Yeah, sure. I know, cya soon.” With that he ended the call, a small sigh left him, before he looked at Emmerick.

“Hey choom, why you standing outside like that, thought the party already started?” “Mhm, party started hours ago, but you know, my job is bouncing, not partying.” Emmerick looked at the Merc with a small smile, but he really couldn't hide his real emotions that easily, especially not because V knew him quite a bit by now. “Oh come now, you should be inside. You are part of the afterlife, aren't you?” “Sure am, but not part of the Merc biz, Vikt.” The Merc placed an arm around Emmericks shoulders, nudging him carefully in the side. “Bullshit. You know us all better than any fixer. Knows exactly how any of us ticks.” “Well, maybe, but-” “No buts, Emmerick. You are-”, he poked Emmerick soft against the chest “-part of us. If you like it or not. And now let's head inside. First round is on me.” Emmerick wanted to protest some more, but V just softly pushed him inside. And surprisingly people were cheering, not only to see V but also Emmerick joining the party. They headed towards the bar and got some drinks, clinking glasses with each other and with the other people around. Fastly Emmerick felt welcome and good between the Mercs and Fixers, had nice talks with everyone and for once really felt like he belonged in between them.

And hell, did Emmerick had fun, drinking young Mercs under the table, getting paid rounds one after another, but his tolerance was quite high so he just got a bit tipsy from it all, but not fully drunk in the end. Despite having fun, he kept watching the scene, aiding when people started a too serious fight, and just keeping an eye out for everyone. In the end that was his job, and by now almost also his profession. It was just what he enjoyed to do. Still it made him smile in pure content happiness, to just see everyone mingle and party like that. Rogue sitting together with the other Fixers, surely not only talking private shit but also biz, but still cracking jokes and just being in a good mood. The famous rockerboys being a bit too flirty for their own good, but also giving the audience more than preem live music whenever someone asks for it.

Hours went by, and slowly most people faded from the party, headed home or just fell asleep in one of the couches. Emmerick helped a few of them out, ordering AVs or delamain for whoever it needed. After a while he got out himself, just to witness a far too cute moment, fully involuntary. But he also didn't want to interrupt just to say goodbye.

“Told you it's gonna be nice, really glad you could make it, Kerry.” Vikt had his arm around Kerry's waist, leaning against the smaller rockerboy and taking a deep inhale of his cigarette right now, looking just in the distance. “Mmmh, was a preem party. But you know me, I like it far more to spend time one on one with you, my love.”, the voice of the rockerboy was slurry, but somehow still got a sultry touch to it. His hands wander over the chest of his partner, making his intentions far too clear. “Gonna head home soon, and continue with a private party, what do you say?” “Sounds like a good idea. But bet you are far too drunk to not fall into bed once we are home.”, a small laugh left Vikt, amused by how much his partner wanted to still get some action despite being already fully drunk. “I am not that drunk!” Kerry protested, placing his arm around his partner's waist now and softly pulling him closer. He let himself be pulled in by the smaller man, looking down at him with a small smile. “And what's that supposed to prove? Just shows how drunk you are, when you wanna make out in public that badly. Or you trying to hide that you cannot stand straight anymore.” Kerry was dumbfounded for a moment, just looking up at his partner, before he leaned his head against his chest and let out a deep laugh “Yeah, maybe you are right, babe. Am maybe a little bit drunk.” “Oh yeah, I know.” Vikt placed a hand on Kerry's head and just caressed his hair softly, a small smile still on his lips.

In the end, Emmerick just decided to leave through the backdoor, he didn't want to interrupt such a cute moment between Vikt and his partner. Though he was very thankful that Vikt talked him into joining the party and got him out of his dark thoughts. This was for once really a nice Christmas evening.

[chayscribbles]

chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ june 2023

☆ STATISTICS.

words written: 13 022

projects worked on: Andromeda Rogue mostly but i've been swatting at Shiny New Ideas left and right with a tennis racket. also i thought about Gemini Heist really really hard and i think that counts for something

proudest accomplishment: AR1 draft 2 is done!!!!!!

books read: After Atlas by Emma Newman; Everyone In My Family Has Killed Someone by Benjamin Stevenson; Exit Strategy (Murderbot Diaries #4) by Martha Wells. all excellent reads. (sidenote two out of three of these books involve murder investigations and the third has murder in the title. i'm sensing a theme in my reading.)

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

i am still terrible at being consistent at writeblr-ing. i guess this is just my life now.

i'm debating using camp nano to actually hunker my ass down and get some writing done on gemini heist, but between work and apartment hunting and a possible move by the end of the month i don't know how feasible that's gonna be :') we'll see.

and no i'm not glossing over the fact that i have a finished second draft. i'm just saving my screaming for below the cut.

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: ANDROMEDA ROGUE (draft 2)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(i wasn't kidding about the screaming.)

so this draft now sits at 85.7K, which is about 11.8K added from the first, and although it is still faaar from perfect it is definitely... better than the draft i finished 2 years ago. it's insane how much my writing has improved, between all the reading i've been doing and first drafting the two sequels of the trilogy.

that being said there still are a lot of things i know need to be fixed, but i'm at the point where if i try to fix them on my own i'll be stuck on them forever.

enter the betas!!! i'm planning on doing an ~official~ beta call next week but honestly if you're interested in beta-ing this book feel free to hmu right away!! ultimately i want to self-pub this thing (which is quite overwhelming to think about hhhhh) but one thing at a time :')

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

i really couldn't decide what snippet to post so this was admittedly chosen a bit at random lmao. this is from when the gang is approaching their destination for their expedition.

On the external display, Mohani loomed ahead, growing larger every second. The planet was almost entirely a deep blue, except for some white spots at its poles. It reminded Finneas of his final glimpse of Ghillairde when he was leaving it behind for the last time. For a disorienting second, it almost felt like he was returning to his birth planet. But soon, the ship was close enough to see the sandy outline of the continents. The blue wasn’t all ocean. Some of it was trees. He directed the ship towards the landing coordinates just as Petra arrived in the bridge, clutching several barf bags. “Good to see you’ve come prepared, Lacroye,” he commented. “You’re already looking green, and we haven’t even entered the atmosphere yet.” She grumbled something unintelligible in response as she took her place in the copilot’s chair.

one of my editing notes for draft 2 was to make Petra's starsickness worse😆

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[hellospriggan]

*steeples fingers in front of face and exhales slowly*

I'm just going to present this story time in bullet points, because it's pretty clear how rubbish this day has been without extra embellishment.

Woke up with a migraine (took medicine, felt better eventually)

Got kids breakfast; Griffin did not like the banana bread, took some time to find a substitute. Eventually got him fed.

Had to rush through getting ready for school due to second breakfast.

Got outside early for the school bus, because it was five+ minutes early yesterday and we nearly missed it.

School bus was not early

School bus was not on time

School bus was late

This mattered more than usual, because Gwen had an eye appointment at 9:45; the plan was to get Grif on the bus, go back inside to grab our stuff, and immediately leave.

Bus is 10 minutes late, I call it. I can get both kids in the car and drop Grif off at school on the way.

Right??

We get inside, Griffin has a meltdown over missing the bus. I assure him he's still going to school.

Gwen needs the bathroom.

I realize we are not going to have time to drop off Grif, or we'll be late for the appointment. What do I do? Do I reschedule it for the second time (because we were sick two weeks ago) and Get Griffin to school on time?

Meanwhile the school bus rolls up fifteen minutes late, opens its doors, and waits. And waits. Then it meanders off on its way again, while I seethe at the window.

I have a small panic attack. Gwen asks me if I'm sad and I actually cry, and she gives me a cuddle. Okay, I'm good.

I tell Griffin he's going with us, and I'll drop him off at school AFTER the appointment.

Griffin cries. Get him calmed down, get all our stuff, get outside.

Realize the car is locked. Where are my keys?? OH FFS they're locked inside the house.

We're going to be late to the appointment now, too. I try to call the office, but there's no cell reception at our house, ever, so it will not connect.

I get the emergency spare and get in the house and get my keys.

When I get back out, Griffin is crying because he has decided this whole thing is somehow his fault, and that he's "the problem". My heart breaks and I tell my son he is NEVER A PROBLEM. We both cry.

Get the kids in the car.

Half a mile down the road, the car sickness sets in, and I spend the next 30 minutes wondering if one or both kids is going to barf.

Maps app is on in the background, but not actually working. Luckily the directions are simple and I remember the way.

Have my husband, who's at work, call the school AND the office to let everyone know we're late.

No one barfs. We get there fifteen minutes late.

Gwen has her eye test. She's wearing glasses right now to correct eye crossing due to nearsightedness, and there has been little enough improvement that I now need to have her wear an eye patch.

Griffin shows the optician the page in my sketchbook that he's covering with multiplication; I take a deep breath and remind myself that he's missing a morning of kindergarten, a week before summer break, ie board games. And that he can fucking multiply. It's going to be fine.

We eventually get out. Everyone needs the bathroom.

Get out to the car, check the time, and realize that we'll make it back to school halfway through his lunch IF we're lucky, and he won't have time to eat.

I make the executive decision that we're having donuts for lunch, because we fucking deserve them. Well look, there's a Dunkin right across the street! I can even do drive through and not have to get them out of the car seats again! (It is amazing how much of a consideration that becomes, but it adds so much time.)

We do drive through, and the person keeps asking me over the intercom what I want, even though I keep begging for a moment to look at the menu.

We order donuts, lemonade, and coffee. Pay, tip handsomely as an apology for my (I think understandable) lack of organization, pull into a parking spot to feed everyone. We have no straws.

I jog over to the window and ask for three straws.

He gives me two. I ask for another. I get four total.

I spill coffee on my foot.

We eat donuts, and they are splendid. I hope no one barfs on the way home now.

No one barfs. It's close, again. (If he does throw up, he's not allowed at school. Understandable, but another thing to navigate.)

We get Griffin to school, right at the end of his lunch period. He's very cranky about how this day has gone. I have also forgotten to pack him a snack, and donuts are not very sustaining. Hope he makes it.

Gwen and I stop at the produce stand down the road to buy fruit, and go home. I think more about car seats, and if there's a way to calculate how much of my life as a parent has been spent dealing with them.

At home I refuse to stand in the sun blowing bubbles for Gwen, and she gets mad. We have another discussion about how we're a team but at least half of this team is very tired. We go inside and watch TV instead.

My new notepads arrive, a bright moment. My website is still kind of broken, but cute stationary helps!

We were planning on going to the fireman's carnival tonight. Tomorrow is the last day. I really hope everyone is up to going tonight and that it's not the last straw in a busy day.

I think I'm going to take cute photos of the new notepads, work on my website, and honestly just let Gwen watch as much TV as she wants today. I struggle a lot to balance screen time for my kids, but I also try really hard to think about what I would need/want on a rough day, and not hold them to a higher standard.

I tried so hard to keep a positive tone on things today, and I was really open with them about the fact that sometimes things go wrong and it's no one's fault, but that DANG it's tough when it all seems to happen at once! We took several minutes in the car just all shouting "BUMMER!!" as loud as we could, and that helped.

[duckduckhjonk]

buh TPOT 13 review time!!!! wahooooo

right on, you know the gist, spoilers ahead! :3

starting off really strong with Firey and Leafy! I had a theory that by the end of TPOT at least one more from that post split group might rejoin TPOT(pls let it be Bubble but shhhh) although I wonder why they're building that little structure tbh. On a side note, I've never been a huge fan of Firey and Leafy's little plot they've had since the start, but I'll admit this moment is cute. but also RIP LEAFY LMAOOO

I'm surprised to see One have this much power, although I do think my theory still stands of her being the weakest of the algebraliens. I think her powers are primarily only active within the pocket dimension, leading her to want more power outside of it.

Love all the missing posters everyone's making here. They miss their friends. Pen and Needle's friendship is everything to me.

CAKE AT STAKE TIME!!!!!!

I was on the edge of my seat during this. I'm really really surprised Match got such a small amount of votes. I would have thought she would got more than like- David or something. ALSO RAGHGHHH SO UPSET THAT DORA DIDN'T MAKE IT IN but oh well. ALSO THE REVEAL!!!!!!! TWO OF THEM!!!!!!! I love how Bracelety did that, rip Bracelety. I'm surprised again, with how much everyone was propaganda-ing for Bracelety I'm shocked she didn't win by a landslide. BUT WOOOO LIY MAKES IT IN LETS FUCKING GO WE LOVE LIY IN THIS HOUSEHOLD. Pencil don't be mean :{ you made them cry. Also a little surprised that both teams up for elim get the contestants.

As much as I knew Barf Bag was getting out, it still hurt. Loved her lots. I'm thankful Donut is safe and Golf Ball. I really really wish Yellow Face went home, I fucking hate Yellow Face.

BUT ALSO NEEDLE??? WHAT IS WRONG WITH VOTERS?????????????????? NEEDLE??? WHEN SHE WAS JUST GETTING HER SIBLING ARC WITH PEN???????? but also TV's little flower dancey dance is peak.

maybe Pen and Liy friendship arc though.

I love how panicked Two is just always.

THE INTRO!! HAS THE NEWBIES!!! LIY NEXT TO FANNY AND PENCIL IS ON BELL'S STRING!!!!! also another funny thing I like how Two failed at starting it and Gaty did it. I'm absolutely obsessed with Two and Gaty's dynamic in general.

I loved this challenge, I really have been loving how Fanny has taken a leadership role in her team and tbh in TPOT in general. Like, she has her arc with Death PACT has been brilliant and now with One as well and Robot Flower??? She's peak!!!!!! Like she probably won't have as prominent of a role in One's story as like Basketball, but like- she's still probably going to be prominent. She's my fave for a reason!!!!!!!!!

Also already this episode I've wanted to tell Pencil to shut the fuck up multiple times, god I hate her.

I like how Golf Ball and Donut had a chance to talk one on one during the challenge.

I think I also liked how Pen opposed killing the David. I think the whole Death PACT rubbed off on him.

I, uh, I kinda don't care about Book. Or Team 2's storyline. like. at all. I honestly wish Tear Drop made it to the team swap. She could have made it better.

We love a good fight scene, and the whole Death PACT vs Robot Flower fight was absolutely brilliant. The reference to Robot Flower launching Fanny to put her head back on in BFB was really cool, and I loved its resolution as well. TB and BB teaming up with them to help out only to betray them in the end, awesome. Although its a bummer to see them up for elimination so soon. I really hope Robot Flower doesn't immediately get out after this, she's important.

Anyways, I love hearing both Donut's and Golf Ball's perspectives on their team. I still love the idfb crumbs we got for Golf Ball and I think that could play a part in her view point. I do want to see them idk reconcile a little?

OFF TOPIC BUT BLACK HOLE GOING "Nice to see you again, Liy :)" EVERYTHING TO ME.

anyways. I do want to see Golf Ball learn to hear her team's voices, and maybe for Donut to focus on winning a little more. I really want to have that be the arc, please, please jacknjellify, please if you want my undying affection(that you already do have, this wont actually change anything.)

most of the shots in this episode and its lighting were super fucking cool like- the one where RF stabs Gaty with Pin??? Baller. The one before the fight showing all the characters faces??? also baller.

I'm sorry, yet again reiterating how awesome Fanny's character development has been. She's awesome and now she's friends(I think) with Black Hole. She's everything to me. I love how much she cares about everything.

"I do have power, but not enough..." MY THEORY STANDS

ALSO WHAT DID YOU DO TO BELL AND BOMBY AND NEEDLE AND BARF BAG???????????? ONE IS EVIL I'M TELLING YOU!!!!!!!!!! I CALLED IT FROM THE START HER INTENTIONS ARE BAD.

Basketball did it for Robot Flower, we love that for her. also their heart to heart peak>>>>>>>> I've never been this excited about Robot Flower before. "The best version of you is the one we have here" CRYING I'M SOBBING.

I also loved Tennis Ball and Golf Ball's dynamic this episode. They care so much about each other.

The ending to the episode felt a little rushed and chaotic. Like I feel like it was a "fuck, how do we make someone other than death pact lose?" kind of moment.

but honestly over all, quite possibly my favourite episode. I absolutely loved it. Unfortunately, now I will be knawing at the bars of my cage waiting for TPOT 14 to come out.

Let me know what you think as well! This took so long to write and comprehensively make, I even had to take a walk ouh. But yeah, fucking loved this episode. Put your thoughts in the notes or even in my inbox! Both are always open :3