#its just been a lot of days with not a lot of sleep

[haywirecompass]

also something i haven't noticed being talked about - THE TEACHERS ARE USING IT TOO!!!

rarely, obviously, and not to the same extent but still. i was at a workshop and the teacher handed out these quotes with reflective prompts, and admitted proudly that she'd asked ChatGPT for them. she talked about easy it was to get teaching materials. this was a workshop aimed at PhD students! and it was about teaching! we were recommended to use AI to help us teach! i lost all interest in the workshop after that - if they don't respect me enough to put the effort in to create teaching materials, why should i respect them enough to put any effort in?

in that same vein, it helps me have some understanding for why students use it so much, or at least for why it is so tempting.

at my uni, the biology campus is really far away from the chemistry campus, and biochem students would often have to be late for lectures because a lecture on the biology campus would be straight after one on the chemistry campus or vice versa. if the uni couldn't respect these students' time enough to avoid that simple issue, why should they respect the uni and give it their time? why should they be expected to put extra work in to catch up on what was lost because of the uni's error? i can fully understand how that becomes "let the computer do it".

also at my uni (at least in the stem department), anyone wanting to so research at the university must also do some form of teaching as part of their contract. so you get these academics who haven't had any training in teaching at all, reading out dull, convoluted slides word for word, not being able to properly answer questions (not the academics' fault tbf but i know some that have been teaching for years and never bothered to do actual training). you also get TAs not even bothering to read the guidance, simply writing "good job" when they're meant to be providing actual constructive feedback. i can fully understand thinking "well ive put all this effort in and get nothing good back, so why keep putting the effort in?"

and in my first year, there was an absolutely brutal timetable of lectures and practical labs, each of the latyer with a lab report due 3 working days later. i know i personally have agreed with posts like "you should do all your assignments in a caffeine-fuelled haze at 3am", but in reality, i really can't see myself blaming anyone in that same spot for using a tool to help with that immense workload so that they can actually take care of their health and get the right amount of sleep. especially in that first year where maybe 20% is anywhere near to what they're interested in, but they're expected to be equally good at all of it. i'd rather kids resort to ChatGPT than study drugs, ya know?

like do i agree that there is this very concerning growing lack of critical thinking? absolutely. do i think there is truth to the merit of pushing through those intense workloads? yeah at least somewhat. do i despair for the students who are refusing to grow their critical thinking skills and are relying on AI to do it for them? of course!!!

but i just think a lot of people are ignoring that it is starting to go both ways.

at the same workshop, we were asked to research a concept, and 3 out of the 5 in the group immediately went to ChatGPT. and like, INSISTED we just use that summary. these are postgrads doing masters and PhDs. we were given post it notes to write something very simple and i had to remind people like 7-8 times that the colours of the post-its meant nothing and what the task actually was. now that is what truly scares me. these people assumingly got their undergrad degree before ChatGPT was a thing, but as soon as it became available, they gave up all that knowledge and critical thinking to make the machine do it for them. same goes for the academics encouraging people to use AI the same way.

Generative AI has destroyed academia.

In the next few decades we’re going to have thousands of people who don’t really know anything, and can’t do any critical thinking.

[jsmifty]

micheal afton but hes old(er), horrifically alone, and a loser

i hate this but i have to show the world im still alive, rushed this in between exams instead of studying cause ofc i am

mild yap beneath cut

"why older michael?" uh what if i told you my favourite version of michael when hes cold alone and sad, with no family no friends nor bitches, and sleeping in his car and still working at a stupid pizza joint.

"but Jay underscore smifty! thats just normal micheal afton!" shh, i dont care, its better when hes a grumpy old man, because now i can pretend his in security breach, and when i watch playthroughs i can just pretend hes slightly out of frame and it makes it slightly more enjoyable. plus i really like vanessa for some reason and i think theyd get along (hate eachother) and maybe i need some fun and whimsey in my life, imaginary person in my head im responding to.

also middle aged micheal would look.. a hell of a lot more like his dad im just saying im just saying, like look at him the fear he would feel when looking in the mirror is immense, he looks like him so much more when hes older look at him im right, his insane identity crisis would be so fire

uh but yeah sorry for being inactive ive been grinding through two weeks of exams, hopefully ill be free in a day or so

P.S. I swear everything in this design makes sense and will be explained in my beloved fanfiction i have no time to write rn (insert heart broken emoji), including the walking stick, just assume his legs get kinda.. erm, screwed up at some point...

[rosenclaws]

How does he handle (you're totally oblivious and innocent when this other man comes on to you, Logan's your one and only) other men flirting with you and his jealousy?

Hehe more jealousy stuff I love it

Origins Logan -

He hates ittt. He’s already this close to punching one of the assholes he works with because they keep making comments about you when you drop him off from work. In fact thats where i see this happening. Logan forgets his lunch and being the sweet partner u are u come and bring it to him. He’s out when you show up and some dick head new hire doesn't know that you're Logan's so he tries to flirt with you and you're completely oblivious and just think he's being nice. Oh man when Logan comes back he is pissed off. He literally grabs this boy by the back of his shirt and yanks him away from you and taking his place. He doesn't care if the other guy falls or what because you're here and he was talking to you. You scold him a little bit but he just smiles and wraps his arm around you, taking you back to the truck so you can eat lunch together. You tell him all about your day and he just listens. Next time you come around, Logan has made sure that every man knows not to even look at you unless they wanna go through him first.

Trilogy Logan -

Oh he is such a jerk and not to you but to whoever tried to flirt with you. It's a little embarrassing but it's also kinda cute seeing him get all protective. He stands a little taller and makes snippy comments and jokes towards them. Okay so like. There's a new mutant and he's around your age and much too flirty for Logan's liking. Logan def stands really close to you at all times and really likes it when you got his scent on you from sleeping in his bed or using his shampoo. But this asshole isn't taking the hint and keeps trying to flirt with you. I could imagine Logan testing him a little harder in the danger room and when you scold him about it he denies all accusations. He's not trying to get him hurt he's trying to see how he would handle dangerous situations. Doesn't matter that Logan turned the intensity up a few notches and it was only that guy in the room. Logan even offers to spar with him but he declines. After that Logan notices that he's left you alone and he's more smug than usual.

DOFP Logan -

Okay this one I think is the funniest of them all. So there's this new student teacher and he's been assigned to your class and Logan hates it because this little prick is taking up all your time. He brings you coffee in the mornings when Logan should be doing that. He doesn't even make it right but you're too nice to correct him. Look Logan doesn't blame the guy for being attracted to you because you're the hottest person in this mansion but you're his and no one else. I think he gets all grumpy about it. He's meaner in class and harsher when he grades and all his students know he's jealous but he refuses to admit it. So they come to you and beg for your help because you're the only one he listens to. You tease him a lot for being jealous because its so cute seeing him pretend not to be annoyed at your new coworker. Of course you reassure him that he's the only one you love and maybe spend a very long night showing him just that oop. The next morning when that other guy tries to bring you coffee Logan is already sitting on your desk sipping his own while you're drinking the one he made for you. A smirk on his face as he sees that boy clock the hickeys on your neck that you tried to cover up.

Old Man Logan -

He's the most sulky out of all of them tbh. He knows he's old and mean and way past his prime so when he sees someone flirting with you as you serve them coffee he just kinda gets all sad. Like he's weighing you down and you could be doing so much more with you life than be with him. He doesn't get upset he just gets jealous and already convinces himself that its better if you go off with this other guy. Of course you have to slap some damn sense into him and how he's being ridiculous. He's got a lot of demons inside of him and it's not easy for you to chase them away but you try your best and all you ask of him is to not give up on you and your relationship so easily.

Worst Logan -

He's like. Half sulking and half raging jealous. He's insecure about his past and how you view him as a person so when he sees someone making you laugh and being flirty at one of Wade's parties it can be a blow to his self esteem. He doesn't want it to affect him as much as it does so he tries to pretend it doesn't bother him but it does and you know it. I think he'd be standing across the room giving this guy a death stare when Wade comes up and makes a couple jokes just to rile him up a little. His poking works because Logan def comes over and steals you away just because he can't take watching you laugh at a joke that isn't his. You find it adorable and tease him about it but also tell him that no one else has your heart but him.

[piccxzell]

High Honor Arthur Morgan Headcanons :3

Lowkey NSFW under the cut so…urm you have been warned

➴➵➶GENERAL HCS➴➵➶➴➵➶

Arthur loves to draw his partner, in any state, sleeping, awake, happy, sad. He wants to capture every movement and every moment. He loves going back and seeing how you looked one day as opposed to another.

If Arthur is upset or on edge about something i think he would actively avoid eating. Like not starving himself exactly….just avoiding eating. Not actively seeking out food or anything, would eat if offered something, but wouldn’t go out of his way to get food for himself.

Spends way too long critiquing himself in the mirror, picking and plucking at his hair to get it to sit right, biting his nails down to look more “masculine”, practicing facial expressions to make sure he doesn’t look like a fool.

I think he purposely hides his face with his hat, it could be dark as night, he could be inside, and he would keep his gaze down. Either too insecure to look up, or feeling as if hes too intimidating for the moment.

He likes when his partner bathes him and vice-versa. He’ll talk about whatever, Dutch’s plan, Micah’s insolence, the reverend’s refusal to get better, Sadie’s gunslinging. Anything. When hes in the bath, hes very emotionally vulnerable.

Hes so grabby. By the waist, by the hand, by the belt loop. forehead kisses, nips to the neck or shoulder, hand on his partner’s head.

Does the thumb thing idc.

He doesn’t really know how to settle down, so he isnt very good at reading people’s needs, but the second his partner mentions wanting something hes on top of it. “𝚘𝚑, 𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚡,𝚢,𝚣) 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎….” and the next morning its on their bedside table.

If he gets particularly comfortable, he would show his partner some of his drawings, maybe just the small ones, like the drawings of animals he finds, or plants. The whole time he just mutters about how bad they are or how he “hardly spent time on it” which makes his partner even more impressed.

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Always, always, ALWAYS has some sort of fresh fruit on him, cant STAND the taste of canned fruit after eating them for months straight, thinks the sugar level is too much and can’t handle it anymore.

talks to his horse probably more than he talks to most people. Just any horse really. He’ll sit on the porches of businesses and just talk to the horses hitched there.

Rarely steals anymore, but if he’s really low on money, he might. Of course, the second Dutch claims to have a plan hes robbing left and right. But personally, he doesnt see the appeal much anymore. Will definitely loot people who tried to shoot him though.

Loves exploring, will spend days on the trail, in different states and environments just seeing what he can. Though, he once came upon an old shack just west of a river and got so sick he had to stay back at camp for a few weeks.

Loots old abandoned buildings. Doesn’t matter if its filled with only stale bread and ammo, sometimes if he’s lucky he’ll find a few dollars and he likes the idea of holding onto it to give someone in the future.

Claims he trusts Dutch’s plan, but has never once contributed money for camp. Well, one time he did. A few cents. But only because Grimshaw had gotten upset with him. Always makes sure everyone has food though.

Spends a lot of time around camp, often times neglecting tasks in favor of just being around the gang. Besides, it pushes them to contribute too.

He rarely cuts his hair. Keeps his beard low, but prefers having long hair. Claims it covers his neck to protect him from the heat, but just likes how it covers more of his body.

sleeps for either 38 hours uninterrupted or doesn’t sleep for a week. No in between at all.

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Bites his partners lip, thinks it the hottest thing in the world. He loved seeing his partners face scrunch up with temporary pain before he kisses it all better.

Says the sweetest things in the most condescending way. “Oh…well now look atchu darlin’…” “…hush now, sweet thing, yer bein’ too loud.” “Thats it, sugar…take it.”

does the knee thing. (idc if this is canon. This is real to ME!)

Such a sucker for seeing his partner on their knees. He loves the eye contact. Thinks eyes are the window to the soul and absolutely just melts whenever he sees his partners eyes looking up at him.

Grips the headboard.

He likes to hold his partner’s hands during missionary, just one, both, holding their hands above their head. He loves it, he loves running his thumb over their veins while he does it.

Kneads his partner’s thighs when he’s between them.

He has a whole lot of self control. Stops the second he sees hes doing something wrong. His partner looks just a little too uncomfortable, hes paused. “Darlin’..? alright?” “Theres my good girl/boy.”

Keeps a pretty consistent pace. But the second he feels nails dig into his back or hands grip his hair, his hips stutter and his next few thrusts get all sloppy.

I think he would be VERY good at tying his partner up. Though it isnt really his thing, he absolutely would if they asked.

He growls, he pants. Animalistic sounds are absolutely his thing. Loves making noise.

Cant do quickies, he tried once. Left him feeling so unfinished and unfulfilled.

Hes been with women before, had a kid before, he absolutely knows what hes doing, and has discussed the possibility of kids, but inevitably came to the conclusion that if it didn’t happen by accident he didn’t want to bring a little one into this world. (Though one major point for wanting one was seeing how well his partner was with Jack.)

Absolutely will NOT do knife or gun play, worried he might hurt you. (unlike low honor Arthur who i think would love that kind of stuff.)

[dodger432101]

The next day.. Lux Imperator/Mr Ring-A-Ding x Reader part 2

This morning, the sun decides to wake you up before your alarm. You swear its rays are brighter as you turn to keep the light out your eyes, whining groggily at the rude interruption to your sleep. Quickly, however, your brain wakes up and reminds you of yesterday's events. The living cartoon at your workplace and the kiss you almost had with him. That has you sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed, head in hands as you go over what happened after Reginald interrupted you and Ring-A-Ding.

You learned a number of things with your conversation with Mr Pye and Mr Ring-A-Ding. 1. There are visible, tangible Gods in the universe. 2. One of these Gods - Lux Imperator, God of Light - has taken cartoonish form to walk to earth. 3. Said God trapped 15 people in film. 4. YOU ALMOST KISSED A GOD YESTERDAY.

After you made it home last evening (at the sadness of Lux, his puppy eyes almost made you stay) you couldn't stop thinking about what it would've been like to kiss the little 'toon. What would his lips feel like? Would he be a good kisser? What would he do after you two kissed? That then leads you to.. other thoughts. Does Mr Ring-A-Ding even have-

Your alarm chooses now to go off, cutting off your embarrassing imagination. Sighing, you turn it off and stand up. Guess it's time to get ready for another day with a God.

As soon as you step into Palazzo, you hear the sound of a film playing. The familiar song tells you Mr Pye is watching the reel of his wife, the last thing he has of her after that horrible accident. You quietly get into your uniform and go to clean up the other theatres you left yesterday. You wanted to give your boss time to himself to mourn his lover.

As you sweep up stray kernels of popcorn the night shift missed, you hear tapping feet echo around the room. Each time you look up, it ceases and starts in a different place once your head's down. You realise quickly who - what - is in the room with you. "Good morning, Lux." You speak as you keep sweeping, hearing a chuckle behind you. Turning your head, Lux can be seen leaning on the back of a seat on the row you're standing in. His cartoonish grin widens, literally, up to his eyes once he has your attention.

"Gooood morning sunshine! Did you have a good sleep? Nice breakfast? Reginald said you humans need lots of different kinds of food to stay healthy, something about a 5 a day? Do you need 5.. meals or something? That sounds like a lot of food!" The little God rambles to you, speech speeding up the more he talks about what he did while you were at home and asking you more questions about humans. You giggle at his curiosity, chatting with Lux as you work. Though once you get to the last row and finish sweeping, Lux blocks the way out of the row with a cheeky expression. What was he planning?

"Uh, Lux? I'm done now, we can hang out and do.. whatever there is to do after I put this stuff away." You gesture with the broom in your hand, leaning on it while you look down at the cartoon. He still doesn't budge. Raising an eyebrow at his sudden stubbornness, you lean the broom on a seat and walk towards him. Maybe he'll move out the way. Except he doesn't. Instead, he raises an eyebrow back at you and walks towards you like he's copying your movement. Confused, you move back as Lux closes in, until your back hits the wall. "Lux..? What are you doing?" You can't help but be a little worried. Hearing and seeing what he'd done to those 15 people showed he wasn't a force to be reckoned with. This was a God, upsetting him could mean a fate like them. Or worse.

Wordlessly, Lux flicks his finger up and down as if wanting you to sit. So you do, lowering yourself down the wall until you're just so slightly shorter than him. The God of Light approaches closer, one hand on his hip as he uses the other to lean on the wall behind you, now face to face with you. "Mr Pye is busy right now. I want to pick up where he interrupted yesterday." In an instant your face is red. Even in the low light it must be visible as Lux's smirk returns. "Oh, though I guess I am somewhat glad he did get in my way before.." Now you're confused again. Why would he want that at all? He was 2 seconds from kissing you! The confusion must show in your face because Lux chuckles again. "I forgot to ask if you even wanted me to kiss you yesterday. Even though you.. looked more than willing before.." That really didn't help your blush. "I'd like to make sure today. So, sunshine. May I kiss you?"

Aaand there it is, it seems your entire face is burning. Who taught this little God to be so charming? Must have picked some off Ring-A-Ding. Having lost the ability to speak, you nod quickly to his question. Lux's smirk widens as he leans down further, moving the hand on his hip to your jawline, giving you flashbacks to yesterday. Your eyes close in preparation.

Nothing happens. The God in front of you hums. "Ahh, no. I want words, dolly. I want to hear you say it. Say you want me to kiss you. Say you want my lips on yours. Can you do that for me, hm?" This God might actually be the death of you.

You whine in frustration, eyes now open to glare at the cartoon before you. He only grins at you, waiting. Lucky for you both, you're far too impatient from thinking of this moment all of last night and all of this morning before you arrived. "Lux, I'd like you to kiss me. Please?" The little antennae on his head curl into a heart shape at your plea, his grin morphing to a satisfied smirk.

"How could I say no to such a polite request?" The touch of his lips is as warm as his hands. He moves the hand on the wall, both cupping your cheeks as he deepens your kiss. You lift one hand to the back of his head, running your fingers through the little hair he has there. Lux practically purrs at the feeling, stepping closer still and moving his hands to cup the back of your head in a similar way, thumbs gently massaging behind your ears. You could get used to this, you could get addicted to this. Just when you get into a rhythm, you feel the swipe of something warmer and wet along your bottom lip. Oh boy, this just gets better for you huh?

You open your mouth for the God, instantly feeling his tongue enter and make a beeline for yours. He caresses you with his tongue just as gently as with his hands, exploring your mouth with quiet hums of curiosity. You've been lightheaded since you started kissing Lux but now it's like an outer body experience. That's when you remember you need oxygen and (even now, hesitantly) tap the cartoon on the arm. Lux withdraws with another hum, looking confused and a little disappointed that he had to stop before you take a deep breath of air. "Oh, gosh, right! I uh, kind of forgot about that" He pulls at his collar with a surprisingly bashful look, smiling down at you apologetically. You can't help with laugh breathlessly, getting ahold of the hand still on the back of your head and bringing it to your lips, kissing his knuckles to show your forgiveness. Like you were even the slightest bit angry at him.

In perfect timing, you hear the click of a projector turning off. Mr Pye's film must be over. Lux must have heard it to as he sighs, stepping away with his hand still in yours, helping you stand up. You both go to check on your boss, still holding hands.

[Psst, hi, it's me! If you've enjoyed this and the first part, I'm glad! Aaannnddd, I might be open to writing.. smut.. if you guys want a part 3! Muehehehe!]

[greenwriterplaidbow]

Human Connection

Part IV

Last part, next part

Logan Howlett x Reader with injury related memory loss

Word count: 2.5K

A/N: This one is shorter and maybe the weakest section in my opinion but its part 4/6 so it is what it is I guess. IDK tension is definitely a weak area for me, I just want everyone to be happy and get alongggg. Anyways hope you enjoy it all the same. Now I have to actually commit to deciding if I want to end this series with smut or not! I’m leaning towards yes but it feels cringe. Or I’ll give up and write two endings. Decisions are hard and advice is welcomed.

Warnings: a combination of angst and fluff, suggested feminine reader (called Logan’s wife and she/her pronouns)

You stretch and sigh. There is a soft glow coming in through the bottom of the curtains. You feel the heat still radiating off Logan from a few inches away. His arm lays across your midsection. You rub your eyes and move to get up.

His hand on your waist applies more force when you make your attempt to move. He makes a noise. “Come on, stay in bed a little longer. You should be resting anyway. It was nice sleeping in yesterday.”

He lightens up when he feels your muscles relax and stop straining against his arm.

“Relax, I was going to come back. I was just getting up to pee and brush my teeth.”

“I guess that’s okay then. But if you’re not back in 15- I’m finding you and carrying you back to bed.”

“Yeah yeah, okay. I get it, I'll come right back”

He lets his hand slide onto the bed as you get up.

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The minute you're back in bed, Logan is pulling you into himself.

“You act like I was gone for a month, it was literally 5 minutes.” You laugh as he wraps both of his arms around your back and nuzzles his head against you. You slowly run your fingers through his hair and you swear you heard him purring for a second.

“I think it was closer to 6.”

“In that case, how did you make it that long by yourself?!” You try and say without laughing.

“I don't know” his voice was muffled as he pressed his face into your skin.

The two of you sit, enjoying the soft scene together until you break the silence again.

“Did we ever meet in the library? I mean when we first started teaching together.”

“Yes,” Logan nodded and murmured. "Spent a lot of long nights down there.”

“I remember that a little bit. I didn't know if it was a real memory or dreamed memory. They're weirdly hard to tell apart.”

“Tell me what you remember, I can tell you if it's real.”

You thought back to the unorganized segments of memories. Trying to make sense of them as you explained them aloud.

Your own heavy breathing is the only sound in the dark room as you scramble to flick on the lamp and examine the room. It's not the bedroom you've been sleeping in current-day with Logan. This room looks older. After calming yourself, you rub your face and sign into your hands. After throwing on a soft zip-up sweatshirt over your pajamas and sliding your slippers you head out of the room. It's dark and quiet in the long hallways that lead you to a large library. You feel the weight of a messenger bag that holds your laptop, a textbook, and student worksheets. You are surprised that there is already a fire in the fireplace. It isn't until you get closer that you see him. Logan laying on a sofa. Reading a book by the glow of the fire. His eyes only leave the page to look towards you, wordlessly questioning your presence.

“Sorry, I didn't know anyone else would be down here- I'll go,”

“Stay if you want to stay. I’m not fuckin king of the library, you have as much of a right to be here as I do. And I'm not sure how much I trust you to start a fire anywhere else.”

You stand there a second, taking in the positives and negatives of his comments. You make the decision to sit down anyways. You're in a chair right next to the sofa, on the side away from his head. You open your bag and pull out worksheets to start grading. You remember staying there a long time. Neither of you spoke. The ambient crackling of the fireplace and the occasional rustling papers fill the silence. Then your mind flicks to another scene. Same place, same seats, roughly the same time, but now you're rereading a textbook section and you don't have your sweatshirt. Logan is sitting up and a newspaper has replaced his book. You still don’t speak but there seems to be less tension between the two of you. Another scene but now you're both on the sofa. Papers placed on the coffee table, long abandoned in favor of conversation. It changes again. This time you're quietly fighting. Keeping your voices down to respect the rest of the school who could manage to keep a regular sleep schedule while still getting your point across. Logan is in a distinctive red shirt that catches your eye and letting you know that the next skip is the same night. Although now you're not fighting anymore. Now you're leaning against him with your legs over his lap, your knees gently against his chest, all but sitting in his lap; while his arms are loosely around you. Logan holding you soothingly. Your eyes feel wet like you had been crying but looking back into your patchwork memories, you can't remember why. It felt like looking into a broken mirror with missing pieces. You remember other disjointed scenes but they're all similar. The same people, the same place, the same time. You and Logan, in the old library, late nights or early mornings. Most were just calm studying where you both ignored the other but then a jump to another memory and you're cuddled up watching a movie together.

In the present moment, Logan’s fingers rub circular patterns against your leg while he listens.

“Yeah that happened. We met up there a lot. It wasn’t on purpose, not at first. It's a place we both liked to go when we couldn't sleep. When it started, we would just work but you kept coming back. And the longer you stuck around, the more we got to talking.”

“Mmm.” You hummed in understanding even if his explanation didn’t do more than confirm what you could gather from your remembered fragments.

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The rest of the day was generally unremarkable. Logan liked how comfortable you were getting with him. You weren't your old self yet but this was the closest you'd been. The day was mostly divided between Logan using the opportunity to clean while you read your books and went through your teaching material. You went on a walk after supper again, although this time you were more careful about your limits. When you came back, the two of you just planned to rest and have an uneventful evening.

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Logan and you sat shoulder to shoulder on the couch. Your knees were just folded against his manspreaded lap. You flipped through a folder of your class material while Logan read a book. You closed the folder and slid it off your lap, onto the open spot next to you.

“Can I try grading some of my own stuff?”

“You don't have to, I can handle it for you.” He responded without looking up from his novel.

“I want to. I want to feel productive” Logan closed his book and met your eyes.

“Ok. If it’s too much, you don't have to do it all. I’ll go find your answer key on your computer for these two worksheets. Do you want me to print them out?”

“Yes please. Thank you.”

He nods as he sets down his book. His hand lands on your thigh as he stands and you watch him walk down the hall. You're half tempted to follow him for a minute until you hear a soft knock at the door. You look towards the office then back at the front door. ‘Probably just a package or a neighbor or something.’ You think to yourself.

You travel the short distance down to the door and open it cautiously. A nervous-looking young man stands on the other side. His eyes look almost guilty or shameful, but you don't have enough time to analyze him before he speaks.

“Hello. This is the Howletts residence, right?”

“Hello! Yes, it is. You'll have to wait here just a moment for my husband- If we know each other I'm not trying to be rude, I was just recently in an accident, I have a brain injury. I mean they say my memories should come back, it just takes time and-”

“That's what I want to talk to you about actually,”

When Logan emerges from the office, the papers he was carrying back got tossed onto the table. He rushed over to your side.

“Logan Howlett, who are you?”

He thrust one hand towards the stranger while the other one went defensively to your back.

“May I come in?” He takes a step inside the house before either of you answer. “I'd like to speak with you.”

“That's fine, you can speak to us fine right here. Who are you?”

“I'm Dustin, Dustin Steele.. I was drunk last week. I did something stupid, I didn't even know I hurt anyone until I woke up the next morning in a cell. The officers said it was pretty bad but you look fine. I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to make it up to you. See how you were doing, you know?”

Long metal claws shot out of his clenched fists in the moment it took Logan to close the distance between himself and the driver, slamming him against the front door. You take several small, quick steps back in surprise. You hear Logan yelling at the man against the door but in your panic, it's like you're hearing it from the bottom of a well. It takes you a moment to snap yourself out of it and take action.

“Logan! Hey, hey. Stop-” You grab his shoulders and pull his arms back at his sides. Obviously, you couldn't hold him back if you tried, you're just trying to make him think before he joins the driver in the 'did something stupid' club.

He took several heavy, angry, uneven breaths. Your hand pushed at his chest to make him take one more step back. The driver was too scared to move.

You let out a quick sigh and answered the driver’s initial question. “Uh yeah I'm fine. My chances of survival are pretty solid at this point. I mean I have no memories because of a traumatic brain injury but I'll be fine.. Logan? Is there anything he can do to make it up to us?”

“I should take your life for what you've taken from me-” Logan takes a step forward causing the driver to slide back against the door while taking a step outside.

Your hand moves up to grip his arm. “Please stop” He sighs but complies with your plea.

“No. I don't think there's anything you can do outside of what you're legally required to do.”

“I-I see. Well you have a nice day.. again, I'm sorry”

“Yeah.” As soon as he gets a reply, he darts away from the door, almost sprinting away from the house.

Logan slams the door and you make your way upstairs. When you got to the top you still feel the adrenaline running through you and reach out for the kitchen counter for support. You struggle to catch your breath as your composure crumbles and you try to keep from slipping into a panic attack. Your brain tortures you by showing the image of Logan yelling on repeat. Your heart felt like it could stop beating at any moment. It was going so fast you felt like it might start skipping beats. You’re brought back to reality when you feel Logan's hand touch your arm. You jumped back a bit without thinking.

He repeated the question you hadn't heard him ask. "Are you alright?"

“Yeah, yeah. I'm- I'm fine.” You’re still struggling to control your breathing.

Logan softly says your name before he asks, “Are you.. scared of me?”

“Yes!” You say louder than you mean as you turn your body to face him. “Right now, I kind of have a reason to be! I just saw you yell at that guy, you got up in his face. You were trying to intimidate him, it was kind of scary. You were so loud. And you're a big guy, it really doesn't take much,”

“I wasn't trying to intimidate him- I was going to hurt him-”

“Not helping your case.” You cut him off, not wanting to hear the rest of his statement.

“For what he did to you? He deserves to rot in hell.”

“No he does not! He's young, plenty old enough to know better but still, he doesn't even look like he's out of college. This shouldn't ruin his life.” Your panic starting to be replaced by frustration.

“Like hell it shouldn't, he could've killed you. What if it wasn't you, what if it was a little kid, anyone in that backseat wouldn't have lived.“ Logan carefully stepped closer to you as he made his point, you stepped back.

“Yes, it could've been worse but let's just be thankful it wasn't. It was a stupid mistake. He shouldn't have been doing it of course but his punishment is not death.”

“You're right, death would be too easy.”

“No! What's wrong with you?? The justice system will handle him. I can admit, it's far from a great system but that's not a choice we get to make. If you want to see change, you don't start with things that are personal. You would-”

“I don't want to see change, I'm just pissed at that guy” He motioned towards the door as he spoke.

“You'll get over it”

“But-”

“Stop being pissed at him when you could be happy with me.”

Logan shrugged. “I can do both.”

Your hand goes to your forehead as you try to decide the best way to handle the situation.

“Logan..” With a sigh you determine there isn't much more you can do to reiterate your point. “I’m.. I’m going to go to bed. I'll grade that stuff in the morning.”

His jaw clenched. “Okay.. I’m going to read out here a bit longer, then I'll be in too. You don't need to keep a lamp on for me though.”

You nod and step around him to walk to your bedroom.

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It was cold in the dark room without him. The feeling of loneliness you felt the first day back in your own bed was creeping in again. Your mind circled around your argument with Logan, the way he treated the driver, your few memories of earlier fights. Round and around, keeping you awake.

It was two hours before Logan quietly entered the room. When he climbed into bed you were surprised that he didn't move to touch you. That was the routine the two of you had gotten into and you had hoped his comforting warmth would drown out your thoughts. But he stayed back. Still close to you but never closing the gap. You wordlessly took matters into your own hands, sliding back and moving his arm around you.

“You're still awake? I thou-”

“Shut up.”

Your lingering frustration combined with your lack of sleep made you snap at him more than you intended. Logan got the message; this isn't an olive branch, you’re still upset. He still found some peace knowing that even when you're upset, he still provided you a sense of safety and comfort.

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[meirimerens]

what are rubin's thoughts on daniil as his quasi brother-in-law? and what are your thoughts on older burakhovsky as a couple? i live for your verbal vignettes in ask responses, really feels like im there...

you are indeed here you are homonculus in my study from behind the glass of this bocal youre in you see me pace around talking to myself running my hand in my hair like a maniac until I suddenly walk to your shelf and lean over towards the bocal you're in like this

and force you to listen to me.

anyways as far as Rubins thought on Dankovsky Well he doesn't hate him as much as he's hated burakh in the past you know. even as the rubin burakh relationship has been/is more complicated than brotherly bond [I'd argue it barely is especially in p2, it's not about being a brother to him its about being him. A topic for another time] they've been very much Cain & Abel yeah. Like rubin has wanted to hit burakh over the head with a rock if that meant being favored by god I mean isidor. but dankovsky well. he has no animosity towards him, as a pseudo-in-law or as a guy in general. indeed they have mutual respect and indebtedness for The Plague Time and maybe rubin thinks dankovsky kinda has bad taste in men since he still has residual desire to hit burakh with a rock [not out of hatred or jealousy anymore, just to see what that'd be like], but like. <peterstakhblogreminder> rubin can talk. like he doesn't have the best taste in men either. </peterstakhblogreminder>. Rubin is doubly in dankovkys circle from him being 1) his pseudobrother's hubby 2) his own hubby's like. third side of the threefold coin or whatever. so they do run onto each other frequently. when dankovsky shoulders burakh at his medical practice rubin is also there. the healers and also rubin you know. he sees dankovsky be bad at cooking and burakh taking over the stove and is like damn maybe he's just some guy. there is the type of respectful distance you'd expect from in-laws except rubin has seen dankovsky get tipsy in Peter's attic and he called burakh to come pick up his man.

Re:older burakhovsky i got this thing and that thing unsure how much I'm repeating of them rn [can't open multiple tabs on mobile] but basically mellower right. still got some deep dark residual fears yeah I don't think that ever goes away. Holding onto each other at night sometimes. Chronic pains a lot of those. Grumpy together. Burakh busies himself making all sorts of teas balms cataplasms to help with dankovskys arthritis and back pain and strain and this and that and lather it on him. reciprocally from dankovskys part. Learns basic herbal medicine so he can be a bit independent in his medicating and also provide some to burakh. burakh doesn't retire for he is more than a doctor; dankovsky shoulders him. [NEW LORE UNLOCKED FROM P3Q] we've seen dankovsky likes Writing The Self [In] right... self-mythology self-biography [something other than autobiography] and the #realones know I've always believed he writes something once back from the plague well as he gets older he writes more obvious fiction. It might even start as tales burakh tells mishka to sleep. kind of Lewis Carollesque but a different guy. Gets burakh into beetle collecting and burakh gets him into herbaria. oh, all sorts of hand pains from writing/typing at thag typewrite/sewing & knitting for burakh... arthritis? possibly. they already have a Hand Thing for each other in their early days as they grow old it doesn't falter -> the analgesic cataplasms massaged on longly. At least one of them eventually needs glasses maybe both. Looking like alchemists. When the legs hurt the days are spent sitting (inside or outside), flipping through herbalism/botany/astronomy/anatomy books dankovsky has [once] brought back from the capital. with the big glasses on. You know?

[iloveyanderes]

Part 2 of my sagau-ish thingy!

(name) was having a really weird day. She had worked the overnight shift at a children’s hospital and then was scheduled to work the day shift just two hours later. Going home would be useless so she instead went and found a nice tree to lay under, a bunch of kids had pulled on her hair making her braid a little bit messy but at this point (name) was too lazy to redo it.

When she sat down (name) noticed she had accidentally grabbed a bag full of medical supplies rather than her actual bag full of stuff, it was fine though she could return it later today.

Placing the bag behind her (name) drifted off to sleep and the weirdness began when she woke. There were three children looking at her weirdly, probably siblings though.

One of them was clearly not well and being a doctor (name) couldn’t help but run to him, and weirdly enough when she was going to stitch his stomach back together it closed by itself.

The twins were staring at her weirdly and it gave her off vibes, well she did manage to save their brother-well somehow did, some weird magic put it together. So maybe when they’re gone she’ll wander around and maybe find out where the actual heck she was.

Speaking of that…

Where is the hospital!? Why is she out in the wilderness!? Why do all these children dress very differently!? Did she get kidnapped!? Why did she feel so weird-like stronger somehow?

Before any question could be asked (name) got shot,

By an arrow,

In the chest,

What? Do people even use arrows anymore? Well she’s certainly not in Canada anymore.

Looking down (name’s) brain hadn’t registered yet that there was supposed to be pain, so she took the opportunity to give medical advice.

“Uh-don’t take the arrow out-” her knees were wobbly and she struggled to stay up, “until you get a medic….” (name) fell to the grassy floor, it was a soft landing for whatever reason.

Huh, her blood wasn’t red or even blue…was it yellow?

Or gold.

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(name) woke up sweating, it was so hot. Hot enough that her first thought was to get up and open a window.

Stepping on the floor, her bare foot met with rather soft carpet but it was so hot that (name) ignored it. Opening a window (name) was met with a cold breeze, oh thank god, that felt great.

“Your worship?” huh?

Turning around (name) sees someone who appears to be in a maid outfit, an old one from probably the 1800s, brown hair and brown eyes graced the maids' features.

“Who?” was the first word that came out of (name’s) mouth, the maid then freaked out and ran out the door faster than a cheetah.

That was weird, wait…where is (name) now? She’d been so distracted by the heat that she’d didn’t take anything else in.

Did she…get transported into the Victorian era? It looks like it, but somehow more fancy actually, like it was made out of better materials.

There were three gigantic victorian-like couches, two of them faced each other while the third faced a rather beautiful fireplace. Of course they were all on top of a red lacy carpet. Multiple vanities and dressers captured the room but the bed she’d been on stole the spotlight with its fluffy pillows and silky sheets. What the actual heck happened?

“YOUR WORSHIP!” oh that voice is a little bit more familiar, there wasn’t any need for (name) to turn around as she’d already been facing the door.

Oh, it's lyney.

Wait, how did (name) know this guy again?

“Your worship?” he asked again, a lot more quiet this time.

“Who?” (name) asked confused, she was no priest so she didn’t know who lyney could be talking to.

“You”

“My name is (name) I don’t remember being named your worship”

“Oh gods, you have brain damage too!” a maid that had apparently been behind lyney fell to the ground dramatically, probably passing out from shock- wait wait could be so surprising about that that it would cause someone enough shock to shut their brain down?

Long story short they freaked out because (name) had been out for a week and pretty much recovered from being shot in the chest with an arrow in that little time. However they were still insistent on her Being pushed down onto the bed. It was kind of annoying because everyone was trying to doctor (name) when she herself had studied for over 8 years to get the highest doctor degree possible but at the same time had it been anyone else she wouldn’t let them out of bed for at least 8 weeks.

“Your worship, please do stay in bed, you may be healed but we don’t know any other side effects”

“I feel fine” truly, despite getting shot only a week ago (name) feels fine, maybe a little wobbly at worst because she hadn’t stood up in a while

“You got shot by an arrow in the chest a week ago your not fine” that made (name) fold, she complied and sat down on the bed, quickly getting served breakfast in bed-well soup. But kudos to these guys for serving (name) something that her stomach would be able to handle.

Before digging in (name) saw lyney stare intensely at her, staring back she found that it was the appropriate time to ask lyney the question that's been plaguing (name’s) mind.

“Hey lyney, where exactly am I?” She asked. He was quick to respond, everything about him felt oddly respectful now.

“Fontaine, your worship”

“....I.. I have no idea what that is” the maid in the room proceeded to pass out again, while lyney only looked like he was falling deeper into despair.

“You haven't heard of the country Fontaine? One of the seven in teyvat. A world run by elemental energy ?The world you created where pretty much everyone worships you?”

“.......no, I'm from earth-the country of canada? Have you heard of it?” What is that type of book teenagers like to gush about to (name) when she’s treating them- uhm something about reincarnation, regressing? Uh no (name) had to die for that to happen and she’d be in a new body…there's one more word for it….

“Is everything alright your worship?” oh there it is, isekai! That’s the word. You don’t necessarily have to die to be Isekai’d so that's probably what happened, thank all those teenagers that (name) treated who were obsessed with light novels and mangas

“Oh yes, maybe a little bit hot, it’s humid in here so it’s making me a little bit sweaty” (name) smiled at him, when your isekai’d theres still a chance you can return back and that’s something (name) needs to do, there's already a doctor shortage it’ll just make things worse.

Not to mention (name) can’t abandon any of the children she’s vowed to stay with, they are so good to her so (name) had promised to always be with them. Because most of them don’t have anyone else.

“Would you want anything your worship?” oh yeah, another reason to leave, the people here seem to think she’s some sort of God. Being timid 90% of the time won’t help with that, (name) might actually start losing her sanity if she doesn’t return to earth.

“Oh yes just a bath please”

But first (name) hasn’t washed in over a week so she needs to bathe.

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(a week ago)

Lyney really felt bad for that doctor- not her worship but the doctor they’re making treat the divine being, if word got out that they're harboring the divine creator of teyvat it would cause far more harm than good. Having all of the 7 nations suddenly trying to go into one place even as great as the house of the hearth will not end well.

So when the doctor finished lyney was forced to sneak up behind them and slit their throat, he really didn’t want to do that but no matter how much they threatened the doctor they would still tell everyone they know about this because who wouldn’t.

Letting his siblings clean up the body lyney stares at the most important person in the world, he ended up having to get lynette to change her clothes as they had been drowned in golden blood, her worship was now lying peacefully on the bed.

She was wearing extravagant fontaine nighttime garments, for whatever reason that filled the magician with a sense of pride, well when the most holy being is wearing stuff you have a sense of nationalism too lyney supposes that can happen.

Walking around the bed, lyney grabbed one of the dried bandages doused in golden blood, placed it in his pocket, then walked out the room.

Placing it in an envelope with no letter lyney summoned the quickest bird they had. Stuff like this had no need for words.

“Bring this to father” he instructed the bird “it’s your number one priority” he tied the envelope to the bird's leg(i realize this is weird but just ignore pls) and watched as it flew away.

Father would be here in a week.

End chapter

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

Idea: Apocalypse Averted AU, Five gets his paper work updated and is officially his age of 58. Luther suggests they could all go to Vegas for the weekend now that Five can't be thrown out for being a minor.

Five is surprised by the suggestion but then Luther is saying "Well I'm sure you could win a lot of money by counting cards, you could probably pick it up real quick, knowing you". And well, he loves a challenge. And there's alcohol. So why not

Diego joins too because no way will he be lamer than Luther and Allison goes with them, officially because "You idiots can't be left alone in Vegas" but actually she just wants to see how it goes.

(more under the cut, this got kinda long)

Klaus has had enough of bright colors and loud noises for a while, the club was already enough, he doesn't need another flashback, thank you very much

Viktor also stays because his hearing is so sensitive now and it'd be hell he imagines

So the first group goes to Vegas, at first it's fun, even if some of them won't admit it. They drive limousine, have some fancy drinks, explore the Las Vegas strip, go to some restaurants.

And then they actually go to a casino and all hell breaks loose.

Diego had been studying a gambling book and Luther had bet $10 on roulette and won. Diego urged him to go again, it's a 50/50 chance anyway.

Luther did and-

-lost.

Luther gets up at Diego about it and Five says "Of course you shouldn't have listened to him, it's Diego"

Then they get into a fight with each other and get kicked out of that casino.

Allison then banned them from games involving actual people for the next hour.

They go to the slot machines a bit and Luther accidentally rips off the handle of one of them.

Overall, they lose A LOT

Five tries a virtual Blackjack game loses twice, then wins, almost cashes out, before he thinks 'I am in a flow right now and the winnings wouldn't even out my losses right now' and goes again.

He loses and screams at the thing

Meanwhile Diego found one that has a mini Jackpot and a Big Jackpot (why are there two Jackpots?!!) and right as he put money in, he broke the mini jackpot. Then he saw the Big Jackpot is almost at its limit too, so he spends like half an hour on that game

Only to lose all of his earnings.

He screams at the thing

The three guys get kicked out of that one too

Then they realize "WHERE IS ALLISON?!"

They obviously can't go back...

...except they can because they are trained child soldiers, so back in again it is.

Luther was sadly caught, but that helped Diego sneak back in again

Five simply blinked.

So, where was Allison during all of that?

In a secret area for A-list celebrities playing Blackjack of course.

Both Diego and Five get there, are caught right as Allison spotted them, getting increasingly frustrated and cashes out.

They get out and realize "Where the fuck is Luther?!"

Luther is actually on a party bus, but they just go back to the hotel. Allison goes to the spa, Diego and Five back to their rooms, expecting to find Luther, but he isn't there.

Both of them groan but since they don't even have an idea where he is they think that he'll probably get back to the hotel at some point.

And he does, except he's blackout drunk. They lay him to bed, Five says he's had enough and gets another drink. And another. And then he just gets the bottle.

None of them can sleep. It's way too hot and it's way too loud. What are these walls made out of, paper?!

They had a reservation for lunch the next day but they all overslept way past noon

They go walk the Strip again only to find cosplayers dressed as Umbrella Academy members.

So they decide "actually this is awful, let's go" and just do not think about all the money they lost

So, what did Klaus and Viktor do during all of this?

Well, they went to brunch, then they visited a butterfly house, afterwards they took a stroll through the park, eating ice cream, while ending the day by watching 'But I'm a cheerleader' with pizza that they ordered.

[sharksfrommars]

Hi👋🏻

For your asylum ford au, I was wondering how shermie handled ford being released into his care (as in his reaction) and also how he tries to help ford when bill takes over. Does he let it run its course or like TACKLE him to the floor or something💀💀 Also, does shermie feel safe when ford is like that (possessed/ tormented by bill)? I am beyond OBSESSED w this au and check DAILY for new posts about it 🛐🛐🛐

Ur so sweet, anon! Glad you enjoy it! I wrote a LOT more than I expected for this so I hope you enjoy.

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Shermie was actively fighting for Ford to be released to him. He didn’t trust the asylums, especially not the first one they sent him to. It was actively something he wanted. It wouldn’t have been realistic for Ford to stay with him at first, since he had a young child. But that didn’t stop him from constantly fighting for Ford to get better treatment. Ford spent time in 3 different mental institutions over the 30 years.

The first asylum was in Oregon, where Ford was sent by the state. It wasn’t great, was incredibly understaffed, and lacked resources. It wasn’t helped by the fact that it was run by a shady government organisation who may or may not have been performing highly unethical experiments on the patients. All the staff there hated him, and Ford was generally uncooperative.

About 5 years later, Shermie managed to get Ford transferred to an asylum just outside of San Francisco. It was built to treat violent criminals, but they had much better funding. There was one therapist that Ford kind of got along with, which was quite frankly, a miracle. Shermie didn’t like his brother being treated like a criminal, but he was glad that Ford could get actual treatment. Still, it wasn’t amazing.

Ford stayed there until 1998. By the end, they were allowing him weekends outside the facility when he was doing well. Shermie really appreciated it. After that, Ford was released to Shermie’s care. Shermie’s son had just gotten married, so Ford took his room. Things went well for about a week.

until Bill decided to pop in. Ford still had regular hallucinations, general emotional instability, and total breaks from reality (gifts from Bill). Shermie was expecting this. It was in Ford’s release papers. But he hadn’t been expecting Ford to smash every plate in the house, carve triangles into the walls, and perform blood rituals in the middle of the night. The drugs they gave Ford were expensive, and getting less affective by the day. Still, it was manageable. Keep Ford away from sharp objects, make sure to give him plastic dishes and cutlery, have him sleep in a sleeping bag. A lot of the things Bill did to Ford during this time was more silly in nature. Ford has a number of embarrassing tattoos from bill taking the body on joyrides. He made food taste horrible. Made him extra sensitive to temperature changes. Shermie didn’t believe that Bill was real. The asylum had told him that “bill” was a manifestation of Ford’s trauma, likely relating to his father.

Then the twins were born. Ford was immediately smitten. He realised he couldn’t let Bill hurt these kids. He had managed to keep Bill from doing any major harm to others for at least 5 years, but he could tell his current meds weren’t going to keep him at bay forever. One day, Bill would figure a way to fully possess him again. He couldn’t let him in his head ever again. Not when these kids were at risk.

Ford started falling back into old habits. Not sleeping, being constantly suspicious, almost afraid, of people. Barely leaving the house. Shermie was getting worried.

then one day, Shermie and his wife came home to find Ford on the bathroom floor, bleeding from the head. His scalp was half detached, and he had a circular saw in his hand. Ford tried to put a metal plate in his head. By himself. He fainted from blood-loss and shock before he managed to get any further, thank goodness.

After that, Shermie talked to Ford about getting mental help again. Ford was resistant to the idea, naturally, but eventually relented once he realised how hard it was for Shermie to keep looking after him. He didn’t want to be a burden. So Ford was voluntarily institutionalised. Shermie found the best mental hospital they could afford. It was a nice place and they specialised in the difficult cases, like Ford’s. It also helped that Ford actually tried, rather than just putting up with it.

Ford started improving substantially. He got different meds, that kept bill out of everything but his dreams. His councillor didn’t outright dismiss bill either, which led to him coming out about the abuse he faced at Bill’s hands. Of course, the councillor didn’t believe that Bill was actually a dream demon, but that didn’t matter so much. It was a turning point, one that led to Ford actually processing the things he had been through. Ford’s councillor had suggested that Ford may have been in an extremely abusive relationship that somehow his mind was actively repressing and replacing with a triangle. Ford knew that bill was actually a dream demon, but it felt nice having someone validate his experiences, rather than tell him that it was all in his head.

Ford got better, a lot. He became an outpatient at the mental hospital, and was allowed to stay with Shermie. This time, it was mostly calm. Of course there were difficulties; Bill had messed with Ford’s mind to an irrecoverable extent. But Ford kept getting better, and Shermie was just happy to have his brother with him.

but as Ford’s mental health improved, he would find himself drifting. He was a lot better at telling reality from hallucinations these days, having learned methods of living with them. He has gaps in his memory, times where he didn’t feel real, none more so than the portal. These days, Ford wasn’t sure there was an actual portal. But he believed Stan was alive. And there was no where else he could be.

Ford wanted to go to gravity falls first to confirm one way or the other. But it was real. And that meant Stan was in there. And even though it had been so long, Ford couldn’t leave him.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

typical tavern scene

[skitskatdacat63]

Happy One Year Anniversary to Boy King AU!!!! 🎉

Okay wait before I start talking, look at these close ups and the process!! Aren't they so beautiful aaaahhhh

Wow, can you believe it’s really been a whole entire year since my very first post about this AU? Well technically I first started talking about the statuette a day earlier, but the very first sketch was exactly a year ago!! Let us not forget the incredibly prophetic tag on that post: “also in the sense of this au i think the only ship that would work(historically accurate wise) is Vettonso.” Who knew that after that my entire life would devolve into vettonso, this specific period of history, and the lovely combo which is Boy King AU. Also wow this means it’s taken me almost a whole entire year to actually draw a joint portrait of them hahaha. I drew this sketch around the beginning of the AU, but never finished it. It’s fine though because this one is a lot better, and I’m in love with it. Took me a year to draw a couple portrait, and took me almost a whole entire month to finish said piece. 

Okay let me explain this piece, which I am very obsessed with!!! I dragged the process out more than I usually would, but I’m glad, because it was so enjoyable. But also look at that fucking crown, no wonder this took almost a month. Usually I’d write like 50 paragraphs detailing the characterization. HOWEVER! I’ve spent over a month writing little bits of characterization, mostly for fun, but also in preparation for this very post. A lot of the earlier ones, I had this drawing in mind, thinking on how I could expand on the ideas I was drawing. Though there’s definitely some things I could still write about. I’ll probably continue to write more Lore a Days, but yeah, they basically amounted to this drawing where you can actually see the characterization I was talking about displayed. Anyways, here are the explanations of bits in the drawing:

First of all, this is some part of the long process of their wedding. Look at the married couple!! Look at their rings!!!

Okay, but why are there two, almost identical looking pieces?? Because look at their hands!! I talked a lot about how Fernando is the one to give out affection more easily, especially in public, where he knows he can easily fluster Seb. He’s acting all grumpy and out of it, I mean to be fair, it’s probably been such a long ceremony across weeks. But he notices Seb is out of it too, just better at keeping his smile (let’s be honest, even if he’s distracted, he’s super smug.) So Fernando catches him off guard by squeezing his hand. Before that, as you can see, Fernando is just resting his hand on Seb’s outstretched palm, like that one scene from Succession. Very: yes I’m getting married, but I’m not happy about it. The combination of Fernando refusing to even touch him more than lightly beforehand but now going full force, them being in public, and Seb already being distracted catches Seb so off guard he has to try to cover his blush with his fan. He thought Fernando was being super impolite, but now he’s the impolite one!! Getting all blushy and giggly over a simple display of affection, perhaps even ha-

So. Their crowns. Seb’s wearing the crown of Austria, because he is in fact only a king still! Also, because I really wanted to try drawing it after I wimped out of it before in this drawing. Fernando’s a king as well by the point, but the fact he’s wearing only a tiara-like hairpiece is to represent how much of an outsider he still is. At this moment, he’s just Seb’s wi- ,I mean husband, to all these guests. Of course this bitch wears a black veil instead of a white one, to signal that he’s mourning the loss of his autonomy and personhood. Don’t worry too much about his mental state though, considering he’s not depressed enough to be able to resist teasing Seb. 

The fan, oh my god. Back in this era, people would gift/make fans for basically any occasion. To symbolize an event, to celebrate something, to show a story, etc etc. I wish I could have drawn something more narrative, but I think the bull vs. horse is good enough. Also you can see those same symbols on the pendants they’re wearing!! I’m so happy when I can fit irl, modern stuff like that into these drawings, it feels so clever!!

It’s so funny, I wrote a lore a day from a prompt about what they’d be like when doing a joint portrait, while I was already almost through painting a dual portrait of my own! So I got to explain some stuff like their clothing colors and poses before I even posted this. I feel very coy about that still honestly. 

Hmmm what else? It feels so weird to not expand on the characterization, considering I already did it for myself weeks in advance. I can’t imagine what it’s like opening this read more, and seeing more than 10 in-text citations. Happy reading!!!

 Happy anniversary to  this wonderful, crazy AU that makes me download 500pg German papers about 18th century etiquette. I drew a couple pieces of fanart before this AU, but I definitely think it jumpstarted my insanity about drawing/making AUs, and literally is what made me insane about Vettonso in the first place. Remember, if I hadn’t learned about Joseph I/Charles VI, most of my blog probably wouldn’t exist in it's current form. Thank you if you’ve stuck around since the beginning, or if you’re even just learning about it now!! It’s so incredibly niche but I’ve had so much fun researching and building this world and these characterizations, and I hope you’ve enjoyed what I’ve made in the process. I hope I can draw/write many more things in the future. I think next, I’m gonna maybe open up requests. I’d like to try to either write ficlets or draw chibi comics about specific Lore a Day posts on request. I think that’d be a lot of fun, but also will probably kill me. We’ll see!! Anyways. PPlease enjoy this absolute labor of love, which is a result of a year’s worth of work.

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This semi-mild cold has been an annoying start to this week 🤧😪

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cc Donnie's constant eepiness in clipped wings is so me. I crave his life

there's actually a reason 😭😭😭😭 it's all the hugging (that and he cant really self-regulate as well anymore and his emotions tend to wear him out)

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I'm on an OC kick and also super indecisive so I spun a wheel (thank you for choosing for me, RNG).

Ricardo is a body guard and is bffs with Marlo. Ricardo's current job is watching after a celebrity's daughter who the public doesn't know even exists. She's just a teenage girl vibing with her mom and getting texts and calls from her dad (who loves her a whole lot and keeps her out of the spotlight very purposefully) and has this bodyguard and his weird friend. Marlo is just vibing with his best friend.

(Also Marlo would absolutely laugh if he heard Ricardo say "someone called me eye candy and it wasn't you and now I think you should call me that")

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shoutout to people working their dream jobs doing something mundane