#might as well be giving instructions on how to make your kids hate you

[deezee112]

The good ending : Not Ready to Be a Parent

The worst ending 27 | Special ending

Yandere!Twisted Wonderland x GN!Reader

A/N : Everyone! I never thought we’d make it to this ending. Thank you all so much for following along until now I really appreciate it!

Right now, I’m planning a special episode ( which explores what would happen if we didn’t die ) for all the characters!

I’m also working on the storyline for Season 2. It shouldn’t take too long, but the special ending will probably be much longer than usual. This chapter might be a bit short, but I think it turned out really well!

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@iris-arcadia @yuu-twisted

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English is not my first language.

You stared at the doll, now seated upright on your couch, its unsettlingly realistic features illuminated by the soft morning light filtering through your apartment’s curtains. It was a child almost somewhere between eight and twelve years old, with smooth skin, delicate features, and glassy eyes that seemed far too lifelike.

Your fingers drummed against your arm as you stood there, watching it. The clothes it wore were plain, just a simple shirt and pants, but they somehow made it seem even more human. Like a real child sitting there, waiting for you to say something.

You exhaled sharply. “ What the hell am I supposed to do with you? ”

Of course, the doll didn’t answer.

You turned away and headed for the kitchen, needing coffee before you could deal with this mess. The rich, bitter scent filled the air as you poured yourself a cup, taking a slow sip while trying to think logically. Crowley had given you next to no instructions beyond take care of it, as if that were a simple task.

Feed it. Talk to it. Treat it like a real child.

You scoffed, shaking your head. “ Right. Because raising a kid is so easy. ”

The longer you stood there, the more your mind started running through the realities of what Crowley was asking of you. Raising a child even an artificial one meant responsibility. And responsibility meant time, effort, and most importantly…money.

You glanced at the doll again, still sitting motionless on your couch.

“ Alright.. ” you muttered, walking over and sitting across from it. “ Let’s break this down. ”

You weren’t exactly wealthy. Your job covered your rent, bills, and food, but it wasn’t like you had stacks of cash lying around for extra mouths to feed especially not ones that came with unknown costs.

Would this thing need clothes? Medical care? Did it get sick? Did it grow?

You frowned, rubbing your temple. “ God, this is a nightmare. ”

You’d never even considered having kids before. Not because you hated them, but because they were expensive, time consuming, and required more patience than you had. And now you were being expected to raise this?

Your gaze drifted toward the grocery list stuck to your fridge, the numbers scribbled on the side reminding you of how carefully you already had to budget. If you took this thing in, that list would get longer. Food, water, maybe even extra furniture.

And what about emergencies? What if something happened to it? Could it get injured? Would you be responsible for repairs, doctor visits whatever it required?

You sighed, resting your forehead against your hand.

“ I think I should return it. ”

The words slipped out before you could fully process them, but once they were spoken, they made sense. The longer you thought about it, the more you realized just how unprepared you were for something like this.

Crowley could pretend this was some simple task, but it wasn’t. Raising a child even an artificial one wasn’t just about giving them food and shelter. It was about being ready to take care of someone else’s life, to be responsible for their well being.

And you weren’t ready.

Not financially. Not emotionally. Not in any way that mattered.

You let out a slow breath and looked at the doll again. It hadn’t moved, hadn’t reacted, but something about its presence still weighed on you.

Maybe, if things were different if you had more time, more money, more experience you might have considered it. But this wasn’t some stray animal you could feed for a few weeks and then decide if you wanted to keep. It was a child.

And children deserved more than someone who took them in on a whim.

Decision made, you grabbed your phone and texted Crowley.

" We need to talk. "

It only took him a few minutes to respond.

" Ah, wonderful! How is the little one doing? "

You exhaled sharply, already irritated. He always had this way of dodging real conversations.

" Come pick it up. I’m not the right person for this. "

This time, there was a long pause before a reply came.

" Are you certain? This is quite the opportunity, you know! A chance to raise a child, shape a young mind, be part of something truly groundbreaking! "

You scowled. Opportunity? Was that how he saw it?

" I’m not ready for this, Crowley. It needs someone with experience, someone who knows what they’re doing. Give it to them. "

Silence.

Then, finally

" Well, if you’re absolutely sure…I’ll make the arrangements. "

You put your phone down and sighed, running a hand through your hair. The weight on your chest loosened slightly.

It was the right choice.

Raising a child real or not wasn’t something you could do just because someone told you to. It required commitment. And if you weren’t ready for that, then the best thing you could do was step aside and let someone else take care of it.

You looked at the doll one last time.

“ Guess this is goodbye, huh? ”

It blinked slowly.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “ You probably don’t even understand what’s happening. ”

Maybe that was for the best.

When Crowley finally arrived, he was all smiles, acting as if this was just another minor inconvenience in his day. You didn’t bother explaining yourself again. You’d made your decision, and that was all that mattered.

As he carried the doll away, you watched from your doorstep, a strange sense of relief settling in your chest.

It wasn’t your responsibility anymore.

And that was okay.

But the last thing you saw was that doll staring at you one final time before it disappeared.

[cabbagesnail20122]

Taming of the Shrew is so funny, like there's a story inside of another story, half of the characters in both are disguised as someone else, and the only character who actually gets everything he wants in the end does it by being as annoying as he possibly can.

Hortensio: I can't marry Bianca until someone marries her older sister, but I wouldn't wish that girl on any- hey Petruccio you said you wanted to marry rich, right?

Petruccio: Your daughter is definitely in love with me, she's just pretending to hate me in front of other people because she's shy. Can we get married?

Baptista: How sweet! Absolutely

Katherine, standing right next to him: the audacity-

Katherine: sister bonding~ tell me who you have a crush on!

Bianca, crying: please untie me

Lucentio: I'm not actually a tutor, I switched places with my servant to woo you in secret

Bianca: Good start, but you call this wooing? You can do better

There's some old guy named Gremio who also wants to marry Bianca but he doesn't really do much

The wedding is not shown, but apparently Petruccio shows up hours late dressed in the most ridiculous articles of clothing he could find (and all of them are clashing) and riding a horse riddled with every disease under the sun (intestinal worms, tumors, a stuffy nose, etc.) punched the priest, and threw wine in his face because his beard was so thin it looked hungry.

On the way to his house, Katherine's horse falls in the mud and somehow lands on top of Katherine

Grumio, shivering: hey I've been sent to make sure the house is ready. Also can you light a fire?

Curtis: are they coming to the house now?

Grumio: yes, now about that fire

Curtis: is she as rude as they say?

Grumio: please I'm so cold

Curtis: i want gossip

Katherine, sleep-deprived and starving: can I have some food?

Grumio: sure would you like some beef and mustard?

Katherine: yes, that sounds great!

Grumio: ah, but the mustard might make your stomach hurt

Katherine: that's OK, I'll just have beef

Grumio: well, I can't just give you beef without mustard. . .

Katherine: just give me something I don't care

Grumio: would you like just mustard

Katherine, hangry: would you like to die

Petruccio: this dress is horrible, I didn't order this!

Tailor: your servant gave me instructions on how to make it, I just followed those

Grumio: ok but I didn't instruct you to make it ugly

Lucentio, conning a foreigner into pretending to be his dad so he and Bianca's dad can discuss the marriage between Bianca and the servant pretending to be Lucentio: I'm such a genius this plan can't possibly go wrong

Lucentio's actual dad: I think I'll go visit my son

Petruccio: it's 7 am, so if we leave now, we'll get to your father's house at lunchtime

Katherine: it's 2 pm, we won't get there til supper

Petruccio: do you have to disagree with everything i say? Maybe we won't go

Katherine: wait no I want lunch-

Lucentio: hi dad, meet my new wife!

Vincentio: . . .

Lucentio: Ok I'm sorry I got you arrested for impersonating yourself but in my defense-

Petruccio: wow, the moon is so bright

Katherine: it's the middle of the day, that's the sun

Petruccio: again with the arguing? Let's go back

Hortensio: are you kidding me we walked all this way

Katherine: WOW, LOOK AT THE MOON

When they finally get to the house for dinner, Katherine and Petruccio win a bet against the other couples and brag about how they're better than everyone there.

And the whole thing is just an elaborate prank on some random drunk guy WHO IS NEVER MENTIONED AGAIN AFTER ACT 1

[vintagegoddess12]

To those having negative reaction with how the bad kids fought with the rat grinders, you need to look at it from their perspective too.

They don’t know how to deal with rage stars or those revived by one.

The first time they encountered it was at the Synod Mall. They didn’t win that fight. Those who were infected by the rage stars are probably dead as they float through the astral plane. They never had the chance to study how to work against it or resolve it.

As far as the Bad Kids can see, the Rat grinders and their mentors (?) have an intent to kill.

They know KLCK is hateful (?) towards Riz and the group. It later devolved into plotting to kill them, with the instruction and help of porter and jace. The rage stars enhanced the anger within their group, did it not? If you were one of TBK, how would you react if you were sent to take an exam meant to kill all of you then later find out the cleric in charge of you was not only murdered but also robbed of the gems needed to revive you? Not to mention the attempted murder on the proctor to make sure you fail. If that wasn’t enough, your house is being lifted into the sky and dragons are attacking your group and threatening to burn said house down. Would you not be vengeful or angry? These are teens just trying to prevent another world ending event to happen and somehow their direct threats are teens as well. It will always be messy.

Time isn’t on the side of TBK. Narrative is cruel to the rat grinders.

They survived the dragon ambush only to arrive in an almost destroyed Elmville. All their loved ones and citizens in danger. Rage infected individuals wreaking havoc on the different parts of town. This isn’t their first rodeo so they know what to do: cut it at the source. So they went to the gym, guns and spells ready. They know the head is Porter. They try to get to him but the rat grinders are there too. For us viewers, they are pawns by the adults who used them. For TBK, they are threats too. They don’t have the knowledge to save them nor the time to experiment ways to save them NOW. Don’t pay them attention and they might kill them too. So they had to choose: be merciful to the kids who are ready to take them down or save the town with literally everyone.

I think you know what TBK would choose.

The wellbeing of any Augefort student should never rests on TBK’s shoulders.

THEY ARE TEENS. Powerful, yes but still TEENS. They are students. Even Mazey, who is the acting principal, should never be responsible for what is happening. The blame is on Porter and Jace for cultivating hate in their students, then advocating rage for their selfish endeavors. The blame is on Augefort for, honestly, everything.

Maybe the rat grinders will get revived. Maybe they get another chance at being adventurers and teens. But don’t blame TBK for trying to deal with the cards dealt to them the way they know how. They’re good at saving the world. They’re good at killing their enemies and reviving them after to give them a second chance. So let them.

[askbensolo]

OH yeah it is unauthorized mailbag hour my dudes*

*unwillingly paid for by The Chommell Sector Daily

@mal-is-tall @hey-its-starface Yeah…brandishing a lightsaber (even an unpowered one) at my uncle was not one of my sanest moments. But...uh...look on the bright side...no one got hurt??

Oh, Force no! I’ve been at home. My home, I mean. On Naboo. As shocking as this may be to you, I’ve actually never been involuntarily hospitalized. I mean, they did hold me for a bit after I ran away from home that one time, but—not since then. (Jury's still out on whether this is a good or bad thing—just kidding—maybe)

It...actually doesn't seem like Luke's told anyone what happened. He definitely hasn't told my mom. Because if he had told my mom—well, I would've found out pretty quickly.

I don't know why Luke hasn't told anyone. Maybe he feels bad for me. Maybe he doesn't actually believe I'm a threat (is that better or worse than my mom seeming to fear l am?).

Or, maybe, it's a strategic play. And Luke's just trying to keep this in his back pocket for as long as possible, so he can lay down his sabacc card at just the right moment. That's what Snoke thinks, anyway. Not that I give a womprat's tail what Snoke thinks—but, it's a thought, isn't it?

I did apologize to Luke for...for holding out the saber like that. I know that was pretty uncool of me.

But...l also told him I never want to speak to him again. Which is kind of a shame, because before all of this happened, I was actually getting to the point of maybe wanting to tell him I was having dreams about Snoke—but oh well never mind I guess!!!

@baconbirdie Ha. Yeah. I agree.

Snoke had warned me that the Jedi have a narrow-minded way of looking at things. That, if there was a choice to be made, between me and—and, like, the light side or whatever—that Luke would choose the Force over me. That Fannie would, too, as Luke has instructed her to. And I ignored him, because I figured he was just trying to psych me out, like usual, but…well, I’ll be paying a little more attention in the future.

I’m not saying that that makes Snoke right about everything. But…I think it does make him right about some things. I’m a little more open to hearing to what he has to say, is what I’m saying.

Don’t freak out. I haven’t forgotten what Snoke did to me. I still hate him for that. But, you know what they say. Even a stuck chronometer is right twice a day.

...Yeah. I can't pretend anymore that this isn't happening. Maybe, if I had continued meditating consistently like Luke taught me to do, Snoke wouldn’t have been able to start reaching me again…

...Well, I can't pretend to myself anymore, I mean. But I'll pretend to my family all day!!

You fought in the Clone Wars? Wow, you must be, like—seventy-something years old! Wait, you know how to use the HoloNet??

Sorry that was rude—

Anakin... I don't ever think about Anakin Skywalker much. My mom raised me to see Bail Organa as my grandfather. She hates her birth father, in a way that makes me worry—in my darkest moments—that she might secretly hate me too.

I know a lot about Darth Vader. Darth Vader was my hyperfixation between the ages of twelve to sixteen. But...I know very little about Anakin. Well—nobody knows very much about Anakin. Most of the holorecords on him seem to have been wiped. He almost...doesn't seem real.

...You think he would have been proud of me?

...Well. That'd make someone, I guess.

Uuurgghh I don't wanna go back to therapy! I already did therapy!! I graduated from therapy!!! (Yes I know that's not how that works I'm just kidding)

...I guess you're right, though. I've just...been trying not to think about everything for the past week, and I know that can only get me so far.

And maybe you're right about...about anger. I do struggle with that. I mean, that's no secret or surprise to anyone. I just...feel kinda scared a lot of the time, and…I'd so much rather be mad than scared.

And you're right about not basing your self-worth on others. I may have been avoiding thinking about my problems this past week, but I did decide on one thing—I'm not the freaking problem, Luke is, and someone needs to tell Fannie she doesn't need to let him decide how she wants to live her life. Especially if the way she wants to live her life is with me.

@bookishbrigitta

Auntie Malla? Oh, for kriff's sake! You just want me to look like a total idiot for not having practiced my Shyriiwook in like, seven years—buddy, I'm tellin' ya, she will have my hide—it’s tragic, really; Chewie doesn’t know this, but ever since I left home I’ve been relying more and more on body language and context clues and my dad’s half of the conversation to understand what they’re talking about—it’s so bad—

But...actually? I don't think I've ever flown out to Kashyyyk on my own before. I've been there since I moved out, yeah, for Life Day and stuff—but, always with my family.

And...always with Uncle Luke. But now that I've decided I'm never speaking to Luke ever again…well, who knows where I'll be this Life Day.

...Yeah. Maybe I'll plan a little trip.

…Welp. Time to redownload Duro’lingo and start up my Shyriiwook streak.

[thelampisaflashlight]

Occasionally, I, like, "forget" I'm mentally ill.

I'll have days where I'm anxious/generally just not doing well in the ol' brain box, and won't be able to place why, and then I remember, "Dude, your brain chemicals are fucky. Take a moment and reassess."

And while having an awareness of the fact that I have a bad brain doesn't stop the physical symptoms of it (you have to kinda gear down from that, ya know, doesn't just go away like magic) it does give me more clarity.

So sometimes I'm just sitting there, trying to do basic shit and shaking.

Like, I will be trembling and struggling to use my phone, because my fingers won't cooperate, and I will be fully aware of the fact that it's because I'm having an anxiety attack, but can't do a damn thing about it, so I'm just there, frustrated at myself.

But also, because I do CBT (Cognitive Behavioral Therapy), it's me going, "I know why I'm upset, however, I cannot control this reaction beyond what I'm already doing." and that makes the part of my brain that doesn't like not having control screech.

I go for long periods of time where my stress/anxiety levels are at, like, a 7/10 from the point I wake up until I go to bed at night.

My head's so screwy sometimes that things that are arguably/actually good happening fucks me up.

Part of it is down to genetics/being born this way, and the rest stems from trauma and the side effects of going through a majority of my life without being dinged as anything other than a functional human being.

Did I have my intelligence questioned a lot because my anxious mind needs to ask for clarity/clear instructions on things other people think are obvious?

Yes.

Did not having the resources set forth to help me learn how to deal with this/having people see me as "normal" but stupid make me want to stop asking questions and just beat me down into a person who just went along with whatever or just do nothing at all?

Also yes.

Sometimes, I wish I had had more help growing up, but I also look at the help I did receive and go, "This wasn't helpful or what I needed." or "Why did they let this person be in charge of x or y when they clearly hated it?"

Stuff like that, ya know.

Mostly, I just think if I had known as a kid what was going on inside of my head/had more words to describe how I felt I might have been better set up to tackle the world around me.

But, then again, I could have also wound up exactly where I am now, and I have to wonder if I'd see that as a grander, much more painful fall than the one I took entering into society.

[violetjedisylveon]

I have fanfics downloaded that I can send to anyone suffering Ao3 withdrawals

It's mostly FnaF security breach stuff, but I got a few Lego Monkie Kid ones

Fanfic selections and instructions below the cut!

I won't be like him by Pinkpony4

Life wasn’t fair and it never had been, especially for Michael. Nothing seemed to ever go right and that lesson was still being hammered down fifty years later. Even so, he’d make life fair for the little baby he had in his arms, even if it killed him.

A Michael afton adopts Gregory fanfic, that is also and fanfic.net but I think the author has deleted it by now to rewrite it since that's why I downloaded it

Nothing Else Compares by Dinjoyer

5 times someone comforted Michael + one time Michael comforted someone

Scooped and Glam Mike fic

Your Dad Is Here by prongsau

Being stuck after hours is scary, especially for a 9 year old who keeps getting chased by a murderous bunny. He ends up getting hurt but an angel comes and saves him. Or; Gregory gets injured from Vanny, thankfully Michael is there to protect him alongside the daycare attendants.

Dadmike hurt and comfort type fic

And What would you say, If I could give you a Reason to go on? By PigeonOnAChair

Michaels story was supposed to end with all of the others, burning to the ground and putting an end to the Afton name for good. Turns out, that might not be in the cards for him. Given a glimpse into the future by a strange, red tinged specter, Michael is given a reason to make it out of that fire; He has a son. And the very same forces that tore Michael apart have set their sights on someone new. -- ( A Dadmike AU in which Mike is given a reason to survive the FNAF 6 fire; to find his son and take down his fathers remaining influence before another Afton falls at his hand.) (TLDR: A Mike in security breach AU, but with a whole lot more before hand !)

Another Dadmike fic/au

Never Enough

Freddy leaves Gregory for one second. One second is all Vanny needs.

Hurt/comfort fic

hush little baby, don't you cry by orphan_account

sometimes, old memories don't stay buried for long Aka angst for my fluffy Human AU. Gregory gets kiddynapped and Freddy, Bonnie, and the band have to face an old companion to save him.

Human animatronics and Fronnie

Dust To Dust by soops

“…The results of this hostility are difficult to see because these children quickly learn how to hide under a compliant smile. When these children grow up they suffer depression, anxiety, relationship conflicts, and substance-abuse problems. For the first time in their lives, many boundary-injured individuals realize they have a problem…” His head snaps up when he hears a knock on the door. Hesitantly, he stops the tape and puts his pen aside…

Michael adopts Gregory, but it's mostly him dealing with the effect of his father's crimes

Unhappiest Day by EmeraldArt

Early in the morning of his 30th birthday, Cassidy Afton learns two things. His father, William Afton, has escaped jail. And his nephew, Gregory, has gone missing.

Part of an everybody lives/nobody does au(except Susie's dog)

Jeremy's Journey to Save Christmas! (and also survive)

When Jeremy ends up trapped inside the pizzeria with his coworker on Christmas morning, he does what he can to continue his and his sister's Christmas tradition . . . but why does this attract an unexpected guest? (this work is part 5 of a storyline of connected one-shots that are not in chronological order. It can be read as a standalone fic as well).

It's got jeremike

Hippo-Critter by EmeraldArt

Right before the amalgam known Ennard leaves Michael Afton, he gets one final chance to talk to his sister. Elizabeth is terrified that her brother will hate her.

hurt/comfort, mostly hurt

(Im)Perfect by EmeraldArt

Elizabeth is perfect, unbroken, quiet, elegant. She’s everything her father could desire. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t react, doesn’t growl, doesn’t cry. (Until she finds herself screaming until she isn’t sure she has any screams left.)

Elizabeth angst

Michael Afton's Step by Step Guide to Killing Your Abusive Dad and Getting a Boyfriend in the Same Night by gummysharksupremacy

After his six year old brother miraculously survives the bite that almost took his life, Michael waits for his father to come back from his drinking binge to give him the lecture of a lifetime. What he gets instead is a murder confession, threats of physical violence against himself and his siblings, and promises to take more innocent lives. Michael knows what he has to do. He also knows that he can't do it alone.

This one is dark

the opening day by auacademia

There were four, then three, then two, then none. All of the kids left the room, and she felt herself disconnecting. That has happened a few times over the day, a system meant to save her power if there was no one to entertain. And then there were two. A boy, older, and a girl, younger. It made sense. The children usually played in groups of two or three. Still, she felt like this was supposed to play out differently. She powered back on, and continued her performance. Or, when Michael realizes there’s no stopping his sister from seeing her favorite animatronic, he decides to take her there by himself. William almost has a heart attack.

A Change in Fate: A Five Nights at Freddy's alternate universe by TheInsaneFoxWriter

I have parts 1-9

This is the summary for A Change in Fate, the first and a multiple chapter fic

When Gregory is discovered by prying eyes, in an attempt to escape, he hides in Funtime Freddy - the most friendly-looking of the animatronics around him. Gregory never would have expected this hiding place to turn against him. Trapped within this homicidal children's attraction, he must choose his fate, now in the hands of Freddy and his own survival skills. If he can escape, what else awaits him in this new, darkened environment? Basically, this is a combination of Security Breach and Sister Location, with a hint of Count the Ways. It's way more on the Sister Location side of things, but the comparison of a child being in Glamrock Freddy and Funtime Freddy was too good to pass up. It gave me a random idea, and thus, this fic was created.

Sins of the Father; Grief of the Sons by BeneathAScorpionSky

Evan Afton doesn't succumb to what should have been a fatal injury to his skull, instead miraculously improving and going on to grow up, lose touch with his family, and live what could be called a normal life if you turned it on its side and squinted really hard. Evan's content with being distanced from his relatives and their sordid histories, or at least he's managed to convince himself that he's better off without the father and brother who both up and left him without a word. But he's dragged back into the family business when he meets Gregory, a young homeless boy. Evan realizes he is going to have to take drastic measures to keep his young friend safe from the looming threat of the Pizzaplex killer. He'll have to face old fears and attempt to mend festering wounds if he hopes to get Gregory and himself out safely on the other side of this nightmare.

Aka, Crying Child adopts Gregory!

I am his dad, just like the sky is blue and the grass is green by AngstRat

One day Freddy stumbles across a small scared boy, neither of them know that moment will change both of their lives for the better.

The boy and his animatronic dad by AngstRat

Gregory is cold and he knows it's just about to get worse, so he sneaks into the Pizzaplex for warmth and maybe some food. Who could've guessed he'll find a dad on the way.

Sun and Moon adopt Gregory this time

love lost and found again by mikeyskies

When a rotting transgender corpse and a half brain-dead man love each other very much... Basically Jeremy and Michael assumed they wouldn't have to worry about protection after Michael got scooped. They were wrong.

Lego Monkie Kid fics

Warm Hearts, Cold Hands by Drifting_Andromeda

But no, it wasn’t scary in a way that had Spindrax worrying about an injury or a yelling session. She was more nervous of the act of letting Mei down, scared to see disappointment dance in the dragon’s eyes, scared to see that look aimed towards her. She didn’t want to disappoint her, was this how all friendships were? Mei was giving her a headache. ~ After everything Mei has done, from pushing to be her friend, to taking a genuine interest in her work and hobbies, Spindrax isn’t sure what to make of her. At first anyway, now things are starting to get a little complicated.

Spindrax x Mei

Would You Like An Egg In These Trying Times? by TeaTime_At_4

in which stone monkeys can reproduce asexually and create stone eggs when certain conditions are met, and these conditions are unknowingly met while Wukong is imprisoned under five phases mountain. Now without those conditions Wukong remains pregnant with a stone egg throughout his journey west as the egg continues to develop at a leisurely pace. so leisurely in fact that he is still pregnant at the time of the canon events of the show, how does this change things? come find out.

Performing Monkey by othersin

Performing Monkey Au. The Jade Emperor and his court is fascinated with the new life and magic that began to fill the mortal world – even creating a menagerie of the fascinating life so he can enjoy in the comfort of his heavenly plain. The rarest and most prized in his collection was the monkey demon born from stone – granted the name of Sun Wukong. While Guanyin believes that the demon would be happier in the mortal plain, the emperor is reluctant to give up his rare pet however. To calm the goddesses concerns on the others happiness, he instructs his patrols to search for a suitable companion for the monkey demon – his patrols rescue a struggling dark-furred macaque demon. Problem solved! Though Wukong and the newly kidnapped wild demon would disagree…

The Sun's Spouse by Leviathan_Wizard

“What…is this?” “The solution.” “And how is another one of his kind going to help us?!” “Because this will prove beneficial for Sun Wukong.” “Oh?” “The Six-Eared Macaque can…entice Sun Wukong to a more palatable degree.” Or To appease the rampaging Sun Wukong, the heavenly court decides to give the great sage a present…in the form of a husband. Macaque is not amused

And that's it!

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Please give kudos to the fics once Ao3 is back up!

I also have fics of my own, some Star wars, Lego Monkie Kid, FnaF, The Owl House, and Pokémon, I don't have them downloaded so they'd have to be sent chapter by chapter, they're all in google docs it's mostly gay stuff, hurt/comfort and queer people having children chucked at them

[halfetirosie]

°˖❀ Gather around, children! Time to talk about Responsible Drug Use and Consent! ❀˖°

(Elysium 06-07 React-os!)

1) Eiden over here getting his line of thinking corrupted by Kuya 😂

Idk if "boring" is the right term, but yeah, that sort of thing doesn't really fit his style.

Although, if asked directly I wouldn't put it past Kuya to claim it's "too boring," but I don't think that's his actual reason. I suspect that there really are some lines he won't cross, even if he won't admit it.... But hey, who knows!

2) Always remember: if something seems too good to be true, it probably is! There's always a catch!

Good on you, Olivine! Good job on not being naiive!

I think this section may be hinting at my theory about "freebies?" As in, Elysium gets you hooked by saying you only have to pay a fee to get into the club but they give the drug away for free, but then once you're addicted you have to pay for each individual pill too? Or something like that? 🤔

That's how they get you. They provide it for free/reduced prices until you develop dependence, then you have to start paying more; by the time you realize you're addicted, it's too late!

Addiction is scary, ya'll.

:(

3) Eiden, what the hell???

It wasn't that long ago that you said the way this drug is being distributed wasn't Kuya's style! What happened???

Come on, bro. Sometime I really hate Kuya, but give hime a little benefit of the doubt! Damn...

4) YOOOO WTF?!?!?!?!?!

( ⊙ ᗣ ⊙ )

This is so scary and sad... These people are so obsessed with this drug, they'll act like literal starving animals just get it.... And in HELLA unsafe ways.

THIS IS A ONE-WAY TICKET TO OVERDOSING!!!!!!

I AM SO FUCKIN MAD!!! I ALREADY KNEW THIS CLUB WAS EVIL, BUT THIS IS A WHOLE OTHER LEVEL OF IRRESPONSIBLE. FUCK!!!!!

Kids, whenever taking drugs (recreational or otherwise), ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS follow the dosage instructions...

5) Yeah, this is a fairly apt description of the Vampire Bitch...

Although, I think calling him "somewhat sickly" is a HUGE understatement. Look at how fucked up and weird his fingertips are! And the GRAY skin!!!! He's "youthful" but also three steps away from death, dude....Hence, I have declared him Vampire Bitch.

But seeing how Eiden considers him "youthful," does that mean Reverie actually does make people live forever? Or at least slow down the aging process or something? 🤔 Very confused on how all that works...

6) I WILL END YOU, VAMPIRE BITCH!!!! GET YOUR NASTY FUCKING EYES OFF OF OLIVINE!!!!!

🔥🔪🔥🔪🔥🔪🔥🔪🔥🔪🔥🔪🔥🔪🔥🔪🔥🔪🔥

I still cannot believe Vampire Bitch has the AUDACITY to try pimping Olivine out. 🤬🤬🤬

Olivine has a helluva lot of admirers, but story-wise, I think this is the first time an actual FUCKING CREEP targeted him specifically, you know? In a criminal/non-consensual way. Unless there's something like that in intimacy rooms that I don't know about?

Idk if Olivine has just been lucky, or if others are too scared of his strength to target him like this, or what....

Well, this whole situation just makes me SICK....

7) HELL YEAH, FOXY GRANDPA TO THE RESCUE!!!!

Did I already know the devs would make Kuya show up to save Eiden? Yes.

Am I still VISCERALLY RELIEVED? ABSOLUTELY.

8) The heroic return of the Super-Super-Rare

★ Responsible Kuya ★ !!!!!!!

SEE???? EVEN THE FOXY BASTARD KNOWS THE IMPORTANCE OF CONSENT!!!!

Dude, you KNOW something is FUCKED UP with you if KUYA is more decent in comparison...

Real talk, It's honestly REFRESHING AS FUCK seeing Kuya act like this.

Like, yeah, he can be a real asshole and a menace sometimes, but that's typically on a very small scale; making jokes in bad taste or messing with people one-on-one.

It seems that, when it comes to larger-scale issues---in this case, the operation of a club and distribution of drugs---he might still have a bad attitude, but he's at least reasonable. Just like in Forest Carnival; they were holding a party to help improve human/yokai relations, and though Kuya did act like a dick, he didn't sabotage things.

Current Kuya is a menace, but he really isn't a danger to the public; not like Past Kuya, who had no issues raising absolute HELL in Saia.

9) Signing off on a confusing not, here---

Is "don't actually fall asleep" in reference to how Kuya wants Eiden to act after swallowing the [fake] pill???? Like, I assume it's a fake pill since the text after this says that the drug doesn't have an effect on Eiden---so is Kuya hinting for Eiden to pretend like he's high, but to not literally pretend to fall asleep? Or is this a hint for something else?

....Or am I just an idiot? Tune in next time to find out!

🦋 End of report! 🦋

[ninjadeathblade]

Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part two)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

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Word count: 858 (still not that long but I promise later chapters will be)

Warnings: None

Author's notes: Back again with part two! I snuck a quote in this one. Only one more chapter until Hat kid and her Mysterious Friend make their appearances! But yeah, I hope you enjoy part two for now!

"And then Satine and Christian gaze lovingly at each other-"

"Oh shut up! That's the tenth pecking time you've said 'gaze lovingly' this conversation!" Conductor interrupted, talking over Grooves. 

The two of them had agreed to call each other about ideas for and progress on the film. But it was beginning to get on the Conductor's nerves as to how often the penguin would phone him and suggest some more romance. 

"Ooh, what if we had a song that basically spoils the entire movie but only if you're paying loads of attention?" Grooves suggested. 

"How so?"

"Well, we said there was going to be a play in the film. And what if the play had the same plot as the film?" Grooves explained. 

"That might work," Conductor said, drumming his fingers on the desktop. "I got in touch with the lass the other day and she said she might be able to find us someone to play Zidler. What about you, eh? Find anyone yet?" 

"I'm still convincing Owlice to give it a shot. Pinguini says he's on board. I also got in touch with the little girl and apparently she and one of her friends are gonna pop by the studio tomorrow," Grooves explained.

Conductor looked up as the door to his office opened, an owl sticking their head in. 

"The last of us are heading home sir. Will you be as well?" They said. 

Conductor moved the phone away from his face, looking down at the stacks of drafted scenes on his desk. 

"You go home. I'll lock up later. Get some rest before tomorrow," Conductor instructed before holding the phone closer to him again. "Alright then, we'll see who the lass brings along tomorrow."

"Darling, are you still in the studio?" Grooves asked gently. 

Conductor let out a huff of air, skimming through the stack of papers. 

"It doesn't matter. It's my movie so I can work on it as much as I pecking want," Conductor swore, squinting distastefully at a drafted scene. 

"I cannae believe I let you put so many songs in here. Or that I let you make it centered around love." 

"Darling, I don't understand your problem with love! Love is a many, splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love," Grooves protested. 

"Please, don't start that again," Conductor complained.

"Fine darling but I'm coming to the studio and I'm bringing coffee. You'll fall asleep at your desk and we should be working on it together. That's the whole point of making a movie together," Grooves pointed out. 

Conductor let out a sigh, knowing it would be useless to argue with him. 

"Alright. But don't you dare put sugar in me coffee again."

It didn't take long for the other director to arrive, carrying a couple takeaway cups of coffee. 

The Conductor had moved to wait in the reception, shutting off most of the unnecessary power in the studio. It didn't matter if most of that was on the penguins' side.

"Finally! I was startin' ta wonder what took you so long," Conductor said as Grooves opened the door. 

The penguin laughed, the sound echoing in the near empty room. 

"Well darling, not all of us live in the studio or one of our most used sets," Grooves teased and Conductor scowled at him, grabbing one of the cups of coffee. 

"My train is my life! At least I'm not obsessed with disco," he argued before downing most of his coffee. "Well at least yer remembered no sugar this time." 

"Darling I always remember you don't like sugar in your coffee. But it's hilarious to see the face you make when you realise your coffee has sugar," Grooves explained with a chuckle. Conductor scowled up at him before beginning to walk to his office. 

"I'll make sure ta leave the sugar outta your coffee," Conductor grumbled under his breath. "With yer stupidly tall shoes, 'n' your sunglasses, 'n' your disco movies." 

"What was that darling?"

"Nothin'." The Conductor opened the door to his office, immediately moving to scan the notes he'd made on his desk. "We've got so many roles left to cast. Plus we need to organise the choreography for the big dance numbers. Like in Satine's first entrance." 

He drank the rest of his coffee before sitting down at his desk.

"Yeah, about that, where are we going to get a trapeze from?" Grooves asked, sitting down across from the Conductor. 

"We're directors. We'll buy one."

"Oh, good point."

"As I was sayin', Satine's entrance will need some expert choreography and we need the entire costume department to get fitting the extras with suits and dresses," Conductor continued. "We'll need a big set but I think one of the rooms on the Express will do nicely."

"You do know I've never been on your train before, right darling?" Grooves pointed out. 

"Ah. Well. Once we sort out the main cast, then we can figure out what things we're filming in my train." Conductor shrugged. "We need to find two good singers who are fine with playing lovers. It cannae be that hard." 

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How does your muse answer their phone? Do they get nervous or panic if they hear it ring? Do they answer it immediately or let it ring out? How do they greet the person on the other end?

If they hear a song they like what do they do? Do they tap their foot? Quietly dance? Nod their head? Etc.

Which of their five senses are the strongest? For example, are they usually the first person to smell something rotten? Are they the first person to see something across the street? Etc.

What little superstitions do they carry out?

How do they talk to small kids? Is their tone demeaning? Do they go down to their level? Do they feel at ease?

II Minor Details About The Muse– Ask Meme // ACCEPTING

How does your muse answer their phone? Do they get nervous or panic if they hear it ring? Do they answer it immediately or let it ring out? How do they greet the person on the other end?

With a simple "What?". The Joker probably never gets nervous about anything, but he does get annoyed when his burner phone rings, especially if it's a call from Harley (meaning 'irrelevant') or one of his henchmen giving him information or asking him for further instructions. He doesn't miss phone calls and picks up immediately, but he's usually brief and hangs up fast. However, if he calls and it's a part of his brilliant and chaotic plan, that's where he gets creative...

If they hear a song they like what do they do? Do they tap their foot? Quietly dance? Nod their head? Etc.

answered here

Which of their five senses are the strongest? For example, are they usually the first person to smell something rotten? Are they the first person to see something across the street? Etc.

The sixth sense. His intuition. The way he can see and read people. Like an open book. See them for who they really are and figure out their weaknesses so he can easily manipulate them and even completely damage or break them just for the heck of it. Needless to say, that his other senses are perfect as well.

What little superstitions do they carry out?

If you're good at something, never do it for free. (S)laughter is the best medicine. A laughter a day keeps a doctor away. Can't rely on anyone these days, you gotta do everything yourself. Whatever doesn't kill you, simply makes you stranger.

How do they talk to small kids? Is their tone demeaning? Do they go down to their level? Do they feel at ease?

The Joker hates small kids. So he doesn't really talk to them, except maybe in hostage situations, when he wants to make a show in front of his audience, he might approach a kid or try to take it away from a terrified parent to further rattle their nerves or settle even more panic. Or he would give a kid a gun saying it was a toy and ask him to fire it in the crowd or something equally terrifying. If he does happen to have a conversation with a child, his tone will be mocking and sarcastic, of course.

[briarpatch-kids]

I’ve seen a lot of your posts about Tay and was wondering how you became one of his online carers, like how you met his parents and him? I guess I’m just curious about what it means to be ‘friends’ with him in the sense that it’s not an equal relationship. I guess I’m not sure how you bond with someone in that scenario, or maybe that isn’t the point? Sorry if this isn’t phrased well, English is my second language. thank you

So first off, Tay's been getting some weird sexual asks again lately, so I'm going to be vague so I don't give a predator instructions on how to groom him. This isn't saying you're a predator, just that I don't want to tell people how to get close to someone vulnerable when stalkers are potentially watching.

Basically I started following his blog a long time ago because he had opinions on autism I hadn't heard before and saw people kept trying to parent him and lecture him in the comments when like... that's not their job. So I started commenting things when he'd fight with his sister about how I argued with my siblings when i was his age too, and it really sucked and it was okay to be upset. You know, normal stuff you tell a 14-15 year old when they hate the world and their parents and anyone who looks at them the wrong way because being 15 is the worst. Eventually he followed my blog and I had to get my shit together ASAP because "oh shit a kid is looking up to me. I better be worth looking up to" (Tay literally made me a better person this way)

That time period was uncomfortable for me for a while because he would have emergencies and I couldn't do anything about it because I had no way of contacting his family and I also didn't want him to think it was safe to DM adults on Tumblr because there are a LOT of creeps online. Eventually his mom messaged me to say that she needed help and Tay said I was his best friend, I seemed like i was a good responsible adult, and could she have my email so we can discuss this further? I told her about my physical limitations and that I might need to step back if I can't handle it, but that I'm already online frequently because of them so I'd be happy to help her when I can. (And how it was a huge relief to be able to contact someone when he asked or needed me to) We email and update each other on our lives and I consider her a friend of mine, at the very least a fond penpal. We have very different lives, she's an educated and very dedicated housewife with two autistic kids and I'm a transgender crippled college dropout who contemplates stealing feral ducks from the local pond, but at the core we want the same things and get along really well because of it.

My role with helping Tay is answering more complicated questions in a way that doesn't get him doxxed or hurt, telling his mom when he needs help, and just kind of being there when he needs a friend. What I get out of the relationship is the same things I get out of my other friendships, I get to watch him grow into an amazing person and be there along the way.

When we chat, I always make sure to give him the Tay safe version of things, but if he knows I'm having a bad day he'll try to help me feel better and it's really sweet. The other day, I forgot to hide some petty internet drama from him, so he told me that they were a bad person for making me upset and I shouldn't listen to them. (Which helped get me out of the drama loop yay!) So, while I have to take a lot of care and thought to making sure he's supported and safe and gets the version of events that are appropriate for him, it's not a one sided friendship where I'm only hanging out with him because I have to or something. We were friends before I was a helper because I think he's a good friend.

He's a cool guy who likes to hunt for mushrooms in his yard and hear about nature and how stuff like spinning wool works. I end up taking a lot of photos of stuff throughout the week to show him because he loves hearing about flowers at the farmers market or how I saw a cat in a baby carriage at the pond.

[denialroy]

Tiny Hands, Big Goals: Unlocking Child Potential Through Paediatric Occupational Therapy

In Sydney, where beach days and barbie banter are part of the daily vibe, something meaningful is happening behind the scenes — helping children thrive through Paediatric Occupational Therapy. It’s not about ticking boxes; it’s about giving little ones the chance to shine in their own unique way.

What Is Paediatric Occupational Therapy?

Paediatric Occupational Therapy (OT) is about giving kids the tools to take on everyday challenges, whether that’s tying their shoelaces, using a fork, or coping with sensory overload.

It supports motor skills, attention, self-care, and emotional development.

OT isn’t just for children with diagnosed conditions — it’s for any child who might be finding certain things tricky.

Picture it as coaching for life, not sport — helping kids become more confident and independent.

Why OT Is a Big Deal in Australia

Let’s face it — raising kids is tough enough without added developmental curveballs.

According to the Australian Early Development Census, over 1 in 5 children start school with developmental challenges.

In Sydney, families often face long waits for services due to high demand.

That’s why early intervention is gold — the earlier kids get support, the more they can thrive at home, school, and everywhere in between.

When Should You Consider OT for Your Child?

Sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s normal and what’s not — but there are signs that could mean your child needs some extra help:

Struggles with cutlery, buttons, or zippers beyond the usual age.

Avoids messy play or dislikes noisy places.

Trouble making friends or managing big emotions.

Clumsiness or difficulty following instructions.

If your child finds daily tasks frustrating or overwhelming, it’s worth chatting to a professional.

How Paediatric OTs Make a Difference

Paediatric OTs are part therapist, part coach, and part cheerleader. They create playful, practical ways for kids to learn new skills.

Sessions involve games, hands-on activities, and movement — no boring worksheets here.

Therapists tailor plans to suit your child’s needs, personality, and goals.

Therapy may take place in clinics, homes, schools, or online — whatever works best.

They’ll also give parents tools to use at home, so progress continues between sessions.

The State of OT Services in Sydney

Sydney’s OT scene is buzzing, but demand is high.

Clinics like Sensational Kids, Therapies for Kids, and Little Buddies are well-known for their holistic support.

Many OTs are registered with the NDIS, helping families reduce out-of-pocket costs.

More services now offer teletherapy, especially helpful for families in outer suburbs or regional areas.

But with waiting lists stretching out in some places, it pays to get on the radar early.

How the NDIS Helps Aussie Families

For many families, the National Disability Insurance Scheme (NDIS) is a lifeline.

Children under 7 with developmental delays may qualify through the Early Childhood Early Intervention pathway.

The NDIS can cover therapy, assessments, assistive tools, and even home programs.

Your OT can help with NDIS paperwork, goal setting, and reports to make the process smoother.

It’s not always quick, but it can make a world of difference once support kicks in.

Everyday Skills OTs Help With

You’d be surprised how many daily struggles OTs can assist with:

Fine motor: Holding pencils, buttoning shirts, cutting with scissors.

Gross motor: Balancing, catching a ball, navigating playgrounds.

Sensory regulation: Coping with noisy or busy environments.

Emotional regulation: Managing anger, frustration, or anxiety.

Self-care: Brushing teeth, dressing, toileting routines.

It’s all about helping kids feel capable, calm, and in control.

Real Stories, Real Results

Here are a few wins from real families working with paediatric OTs in Sydney:

A five-year-old who hated loud noises now confidently participates in birthday parties.

A seven-year-old with handwriting difficulties now writes legibly and proudly reads his own stories.

A child with autism learned to manage meltdowns using breathing and visual cues.

These may seem like small steps, but to parents and kids, they’re massive victories.

Helping Your Child at Home

What happens between OT sessions matters just as much. Parents can support growth with a few simple strategies:

Stick to routines — predictability makes kids feel safe.

Encourage trying — let them do things for themselves, even if it takes longer.

Get playful — drawing, building, cooking together can build motor skills.

Celebrate effort — praise their progress, not just results.

It’s all about creating a supportive space where kids can try, fail, learn, and try again.

The Wrap-Up: Big Dreams Begin With Small Steps

In a city as lively as Sydney, every child deserves the chance to keep up — and Paediatric Occupational Therapy helps make that possible. Whether it’s writing a name, climbing a ladder, or making it through the school day without a meltdown, OT gives children the tools to be their best selves.

So if your little one needs a bit of extra help, don’t wait — because tiny hands are capable of some pretty big things.

FAQs

1. Is there a right age to start paediatric OT?  There’s no wrong time. Many children start therapy between ages 2–7 when developmental gaps become more noticeable.

2. Does OT only help kids with diagnosed conditions?  Not at all. OT supports any child who’s struggling with daily tasks, no matter their diagnosis (or lack thereof).

3. Will NDIS fund OT sessions?  Yes — if your child meets the eligibility, NDIS can fund therapy, equipment, and more. You’ll need reports from professionals.

4. How often do children need OT?  That depends on the child’s goals. Some see an OT weekly, others fortnightly or monthly — it’s based on their progress and needs.

5. What’s the best way to find an OT in Sydney?  Start with a GP referral, check NDIS-approved providers, or explore online directories like HealthShare or Kids OT Australia.

[magic5ball]

Nature Trail to Hell Take II (Part 1, Chapter 3)

Chapter 3: Lord of the Bees

            The following four days could best be described as long. Or if you’re really feeling poetic, LOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG. Long and bleak and miserable. Four days I lived a tedious nightmare of extensive hikes, crappy songs before meals, and stupid dick jokes at bed. And always, always there would be Ms. Hobag with a smile on her butt ugly face, handing out stickers for even the most mediocre accomplishment, as if those would magically evaporate our sorrows. Though if the way my fellow inmates wore the things was any indication, they were probably repurposed nicotine patches.

            And to rub salt in the wound, while I was slogging through the most inhumane torture on Earth, Hilda was out going on adventures with fantasy geese or whatever. Though I shouldn’t have been surprised. Ever since we’d turned ten, it seemed like she’d been doing her own thing a lot. Probably because she realized just how lame my life was. In fact, it wouldn’t be until night four we finally made a rendezvous.

            That night, I was curled up on my cot, trying to ignore the double whammy of bug bites and a full bladder, praying to whatever God might be out there to give me an answer, a sign that I might escape, though these prayers were probably lost amongst Howie Ronson’s late night penis jokes. In that moment I hated Howie, the cocky, unfunny turd, and how everyone thought he was the coolest guy in the universe just because he knew the f-word. I mean, I’d known about fudgenugget for ages, but you didn’t see me getting an award!

With every lame hose and sausage pun, uttered from his stupid mouth, he ignited a fledgling fire in my heart, a fire that, God willing, would grow into the blaze to burn the stupid camp to the ground! Or maybe my body was overheating under the covers. Whatever. It still beat the mosquito bites.

Around then is when Hilda showed up.

“I-Im really sorry.” She whispered from under my cot. “But we’re busy organizing a raid and-“

“Why can’t you just tell the truth?” I said between my teeth, just loud enough to get a snicker from the other guys.

“W-what do you mean?” She stuttered.

“I mean, why can’t you just say you’re goofing off in the woods or something, instead of making up stupid stories?!”

And at that moment, I swore I heard thunder outside as the cabin got just a little colder.

“Because I’m not!” She cried. “The Larp geese need my help to-!”

”I need your help! But lately, all you seem to do is wander off to do your own thing!” I whisper-screamed, tears running down my cheeks.  

“You say that like I want these stupid adventures! Maybe I want to go to school and make friends with other kids instead of playing errand boy for a bunch of talking birds!”

“Yeah right, like anyone would want my stupid life!”

“Your life has Joel, the coolest baby brother who ever lived! Do you know what I’d do for-!”

We did this for, I’d say two hours. Thankfully, the sudden surge of cool air had put everyone to sleep.

“Look Watt, I know you’re angry, but I want to make it up to you.”

“Well, unless you can turn me invisible, I don’t see how I’m leaving this camp.”

“No. I was thinking an escape plan.”

“A good one?”

She nodded. “The best.”

And under the covers, I doodled in my repurposed mad libs book late into the night.

.  .   .

Unfortunately, that meant I woke up real groggy the next day, which is not how you want to be when escaping the summer camp from hell. And for all our trouble, our plan wasn’t that complex, either: that day was our first waterboarding session, or as they called it- swim lessons.

Now, I know you probably don’t think much about swimming, but I was one of those kids whose Mom had to dye the bathwater brown and pretend it was cola just so her son would wash his dang hair already. Combined with the knowledge that Lord knows what had peed in the pool, I was not a happy camper.

            Our instructions were simple: form a line outside the pool while the instructor would take us in one at a time and dunk our heads for ten seconds. Instead I took a cue from the Old Testament and made my own personal Exodus.

I dashed across the concrete rim of the pool, pavement cooking my feet, a counselor and ten other kids hot on my tail. At first I thought I was out of luck, that they’d catch me before I even made it to the twelve foot area, when I saw it hung on the side of the supply shed: a life saver. A grin crept across my face. Dad and I once watched every single Rambo movie in a single night: now it was time for that father-son bonding moment to pay off. I picked that life preserver up by the rope and started swinging it like a ball and chain. Before anyone knew what was happening, four kids were knocked into the water.

“Watterson, what-“

BAM! Into the drip went the counselor! The remaining six campers kept their distance, trying to find an opening. I kept swinging, slowly backing toward the chain link fence. Right at that moment, the sun came out from behind a cloud, its’ glorious light shining on yours truly. But I wasn’t out of the woods just yet (metaphorically, of course: I needed to make my way into forest for my escape): I was still leaning on Hilda and her alleged goose friends to carve a hole in the chain link fence. But victory was so close I could taste it!

            And then a steady buzz cut the air. A sound I’d recognize anywhere.

.   .   .

The trouble started in 1st grade, on the best day of my life. Our class had just finished a field trip to the Academy of Natural Sciences, the best place on the planet, but just as I was nodding off on the bus ride home-

“OUCH!”

I felt the sharpest sting in my belly. First I shrugged it off as just a weird thing, but it came again. And again. I thought I was going crazy! I wailed, helpless to fight the invisible demon kicking my butt. It was only when a teacher told me to lift up my shirt, where the black and yellow culprit lay waiting.

And from that day forward, the sight of that little black and yellow bugger filled me a dread like nothing in the universe.

.   .   .

Which is my way of saying I screamed  

“BEEEEEEEE!”

Like a little weenie before plunging into the water.

But me being me, I had made just one teeny, tiny miscalculation: I was in the twelve foot end, couldn’t swim for my life, and the chlorine was setting my eyes on fire. But I’d escaped death by stinger, so at least I could die happy.

The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was a ruby red ladybug drifting by on the wind as the sun ducked behind a cloud, because God is funny like that.

.   .   .

            I woke to the hum of the camp’s only air conditioner. Now, I’m not usually one for cryin’, but in that moment I wept buckets. It’d been so long since I’d felt the sweet kiss of artificial cooling I’d almost forgot it existed. The rest of the room looked kinda like the principal’s office at my school: filing cabinets in a corner, big desk topped with a computer dated even in ’06 and football player bobble heads- the whole shebang. Then I read the name plaque on the desk. I may have gotten a C- in english, but even I knew how to spell Ms. Helga Hobag in big gold letters. And just my luck, I could hear footsteps echoing down a hall outside. With what little juice left in me, I tried to make a break, only to find my arms were tied to the chair with lanyards, many of which I’d made myself during arts and crafts period. Above, a fan circled like a flock of vultures waiting for fresh meat.

Then SHE walked in, and the breath left my lungs.

“I’m very disappointed in you, Watterson J. Tostig.” She said.

I cringed. Only two types of people ever called me by my full name: my parents-

-and my worst enemies.

“I know ladybugs can be scary, especially for a boy your age, but your behavior was very inappropriate.”

“Taunt me all you want, woman.” I growled, deepening my voice far as it would go. Though mostly I wound up sounding like a grumpy Chihuahua.  “You’ll get nothing outta me.”

Ms. Hoebag looked at me like I was one of those weird paintings with the melting clocks.

“I wasn’t going to punish you, Watterson. I was just going to remind you to wear more bug spray next time.”

“So I am I off the hook?” For a second there, I swore I saw the bluebird of happiness flying by outside.

“Unfortunately, no. Because you forgot to take off your underpants while swimming, silly! That’s against the dress code!”

            Just like that, the metaphorical bluebird smacked itself on the window and died. But at least I now knew why my swim trunks felt weird that day! And to make matters worse, those tighty-whities were my only pair! (I was supposed to bring ten, but when Dad wasn’t looking I replaced them with my Mad Libs books.) But I distinctly recall that at that moment, my pants felt dry. To this day, I don’t know whose underpants I was wearing at the moment. Probably the only mystery of life I’m fine never knowing the answer to.

“It saddens me to say this Watterson, but you need a time out.”

The last words were a sledgehammer to the face. I could only sputter “But..butt…” as I was carried, still tied to the chair, down a long hall that stank of sawdust and despair. At the end of said hall was a door, and through that door…

The room was totally empty, save for a lightbulb hanging by a thread and a T.V. against the back wall.

“Now Watterson.” She began, the faux sunshine gone from her voice. “We need to talk about Hilda.”

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Originally Posted: 29 December, 2024

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Tutelary stares at her hands, “I don’t think I exist…”

“You do.” The Professor’s voice invites no protest.

“Okay…I don’t think I can shore us up, I’ve been trying for months and I–”

“Then we will do something else,” he gingerly lifts its phone out of its hands. “I have something for you to do.” As he says this, he flicks through the very short list of contacts to the only name without any notes.

It looks over at him with curiosity, but asks nothing.

“You did say she would listen to you, correct?”

They nod without thinking, “Yes, but–”

“You want to help me, yes?”

“Of course I do, Professor.”

“I think it’ll help you, too. The less you have to rely on unreliable entities, the better.”

It takes more effort than she thinks it should not to laugh dismissively at him. She knows he’s just been operating on outdated instructions, that’s not his fault at all.

“Are you ready?”

Xe nods a bit stiffly.

After a full second, he dials the contact on speaker phone. It takes 3 rings before the person on the other end answers.

“Daina?” Nina sounds a little concerned, but she doesn’t press, letting her old friend lead.

“Hi, Nina, I–” it swallows, “How are you feeling, first?”

“Hm? Well, I’ve had long enough to process, I can tell you if I need a break. What is it?”

Dain rubs his nails and looks at his partner. He knows this is just metaphorically pulling out the forks, one by one, but he feels lost. The Professor gives an encouraging smile. “If you’re okay, I can tell you…where I…am now…”

“You don’t sound ready.’”

“I am. Stop with the kid gloves, Newport.” Suddenly, its voice is cold and sharp.

Nina laughs a bit, “There you are, huh? Well, tell me, then.”

“I’m…it’s…my partner…” zie is stumbling before in one very rapid, very loud stream, “He used to have a seat, Seven’s, you know…”

The phone is silent for a half minute.

Daina speaks again, slower this time, “I understand if you hate me, I–”

“Daina?” Nina’s voice is flat but it’s still warm at the edges, “Can I meet Rene under these pretenses, then?”

“Um…I think he’d like that…if you promise to be nice to him.”

“I will be as civil as I ever have, my fount.” Daina flinches at the old nickname but says nothing. “If he had something that valuable to say, I want to hear it. You’re not so naive as to fall for the first conman to try. I want to know what you know. I can’t promise anything to you, I know how much those things mean to you.”

Daina’s spine twitches and she yelps, “Ah, sorry. When do you think you can get here? Or, well, to Moshis? It’s in Zion, Illinois.”

“6 hours, traffic willing. I’m glad you’re at least socializing.”

“Can you come soon? Maybe we can make it our New Year’s?” Humes voice isn’t terribly convincing, but Nina plays along.

“Of course. I will start travelling in 10 to 15 minutes, okay? It might be closed by the time I get there, according to directions. I assume you’re making a trip, as well.”

“Yes. I’m going to tell him. Please go in understanding we didn’t mean to fall in love, but I really am happy with him.”

After a fee moments, “I know. I trust your judgment, so I have to try to listen to his. Be safe, Daina.” Nina hangs up before Daina can reply.

The Professor steps forward, toward his partner, and wraps his arms around them, still careful to avoid causing pain. “One step at a time, my love. It’s going to be well.”

His partner has to bite the inside of hir cheek to keep from snapping unfairly again, “Can it be normal again, sir?”

He strokes the back of her head, “Shh, it can’t be the old normal, but we can build a new normal just as we will build a new future. Think of it as practice.”

They nod, pulling him tight against their face, “Promise?”

“I do.”

[sturnswiftie]

a/n. the female pictured above does not represent !crybaby reader in any way. that is solely up to you. ღ

!crybaby reader hates when !dealer chris isn't giving her enough attention.

“are we goin’ home soon?”

chris should have taken that initial whine as his warning as to the fit you were soon to throw.

you’re currently sat on his knee, doe eyes flitting around the room with a mixture of irritation and boredom in their reflection. you’ve been at this party for about an hour and a half now, which is nothing compared to how long you’re usually at these things, but tonight your patience is wearing thin. you’ve been busy over the last few weeks, swamped with the start of a new semester, and it hasn’t given you much time to spend with chris lately. on top of the fact that he’s been bitching about these new freshman not wanting to buy any drugs under the excuse that they’d like to stay sober during their college years—fuckin’ dumbass kids, chris had said—well, he's not exactly been in the mood to entertain your need for his attention. throw in a couple of failed attempts at phone sex, and you’re completely over the brunette not catching wind of your attitude in the moment.

still, you sit perched on his knee like the prettiest decoration on a shelf, a pout pulling at your mouth while chris busies himself with pulling a couple of prerolls out of his pocket, blue eyes lazily glancing up at the freshman currently standing in front of you.

“look, kid, you either buy ‘em now or not at all—i don’t really give a fuck.” he shrugs his shoulders, his nonchalance even convincing to you, but when the timid-looking boy in front of you doesn’t answer right away, you find yourself heaving a sigh.

“make him go away, he’s not gonna buy nothin’.” your whine vibrates against chris’s skin where you bury your face into his neck, bored of the interaction and desperate for your boyfriend’s attention. you can feel his long fingers wrap around your hip, squeezing the flesh there in a silent warning—cut it out—but you can’t help yourself.

the freshman before you glances nervously from chris to you before his mouth parts. “actually, she’s, um.. she’s right. i don’t think i wanna get into that stuff yet,” he admits with a sheepish expression, one hand reaching up to rub at his nape.

he looks like he might shit his pants by the look chris shoots him, taking that as his sign to walk away before anything else can ensue, finally leaving you alone with your boyfriend—only, he’s not exactly happy.

chris’s fingers tangle themselves into your hair, creating enough of a fistful that he can pull your pretty face from his neck, forcing you to meet his dark eyes and tense jaw. “go get your coat. now,” he tells you, waiting for you to nod as best as you can in his tight grip before you’re finally getting up from his lap, letting out a soft yelp when he delivers a sharp slap to the spot where your ass meets your thigh.

chris doesn’t speak a single word to you on the way back to his apartment. you have half a mind to tell him you’re sorry, that you didn’t mean to run off any clients, but the other part of you—the brattier one—wants to return that same silent treatment. after all, he’s the one that’s been neglecting you.

it’s clear he doesn’t see it that way though, the brunette still physically tense as he leads you up to his apartment and inside, still completely silent. as soon as the door shuts behind you, you whirl around to beg him to say something, but he speaks before you can.

“go to my room,” he instructs, ignoring the way you’re looking up at him from beneath long, thick lashes. “now. you know how i want you.”

you open your mouth to protest, but when chris shoots you a look that leaves no room for it, you furrow your brow and turn on your heel to follow his instructions, pout deepening on your lips. you still listen though, socks shuffling quietly against the wooden floor as you make your way to his bedroom where you immediately climb onto his bed, lifting the fabric of your plaid skirt until it’s bunched up around your hips, leaving your bare ass exposed—chris prefers when you don’t wear panties.

about ten minutes pass before you ever hear another noise in the apartment, there being no indication of your boyfriend even making his way to you. every passing minute causes something tight to twist within your tummy, the only sound in the room being your quiet sniffles, until, finally, you hear the door open behind you.

you so badly want to look over your shoulder, maybe see if the brunette’s mood has changed any, but you don’t. you know it might only make your punishment worse. so instead, you wait with baited breath at the sound of chris undoing his belt and pulling it from the loops of his jeans, fear striking you from the tips of your toes to your increasingly sticky cunt.

“you wanna say somethin’ t’me?” chris asks from behind you, dark eyes drinking in the sight of you on all fours for him, the cute shape of your ass on display and your slick causing your pussy to glisten for him; he’s spoiled, really.

when you take a second to answer, a soft sniffle greeting chris’s ears, he raises an eyebrow at the little no you offer before he nods his head once and then lets the leather of his belt crack against the bare skin of your ass.

you flinch in surprise, sucking in a sharp breath, but you don’t make any noise otherwise. maybe that’s your first mistake, as it only leads to two more strikes of chris’s belt against your reddening skin, those ones finally evoking a yelp from your parted lips and a choked sob following it despite your inner thighs getting slick with your arousal as a result.

chris pauses then, raising an eyebrow. “talk to me, petal,” he tells you, waiting for your sniffling to calm down before you’re finally turning to look at him over your shoulder, cheeks wet with pretty tears.

“’m sorry,” you finally sob, and while the apology has relief flooding through him, his chest tightens at the sight of your pathetic state.

his face remains mostly impassive as he finally lays his belt onto the bed, that being your indicator that your punishment is over with. almost immediately, you shuffle onto your knees, tears still rolling down your cheeks as you take your spot on his lap, wincing softly at the contact of your sensitive skin against his jeans.

chris wraps an arm around your waist, one hand coming up to press his thumb into your cheek so that he can brush away a few tears making a path down your face. “you gonna tell me what was goin’ on back there tonight? because that wasn’t my girl out there,” he insists quietly, watching the way you have to fight from pouting at his accusation despite the truth to it.

he has to bite back a smile at the sight, grateful for the way you bury your face into his neck, too busy seeking comfort from him to notice his amusement.

“jus’ wanted you to pay attention t’me tonight,” you finally whine quietly into his neck, breath soft against his skin as he holds you close, soothing the soft hiccups leaving your mouth. “felt like you didn’t want me around lately..”

at that, chris furrows his eyebrows, leaning back slightly so that he can better see your face. he’s about to insist that isn’t true, ask where you got that idea from, but upon seeing the way you blink up at him and sniffle softly, he chooses not to. whatever your reason for feeling this way doesn’t matter; he never wants to make you feel that way.

“’m sorry, petal,” chris coos softly, his lips brushing against your hairline as he holds you closer to his chest. “my pretty girl.. never wanna make you feel like that.”

when you finally pull your face from his neck, he smiles softly. “i love havin’ you around, kid. yeah?” he insists, waiting for you to nod your head in agreement before he’s leaning down to press a wet kiss to your soft lips.

“’m sorry, baby. never gonna make my girl feel like that again.”

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ADHD & Resources

ayantiel

I can absolutely recommend watching "the neuroanatomy of ADHD" by Russel Barkley, you can find the entire thing on youtube and I found it very informative in both explaining common issues and where they come from, and also giving direction in how to address those or where to start looking for coping mechanisms

Oh, thanks for the recc! Readers, part one is here. I’ll check it out! (Probably while doing something else with my hands. :D)

froofie

I do not have ADHD, but you mentioning needing something MENTAL to do when focusing on like meetings, etc...reminded me that I have ALWAYS, AUTOMATICALLY done the person speaking's hair in my head. I have zero interest in becoming a hairdresser. But my brain will brush hair or straighten hair or shave someone's face. It's very soothing actually.  This isn't to suggest that you do this, but I am reminded that it's something I just....do.

It’s a fun idea though. A lot of times if I don’t have to be on video I’ll do cross-stitch or assemble very simple "microblock” toys (my parents gave me this set as a gift a while ago). If I have to be on video usually I’m either leading the meeting or taking notes, and taking notes does a pretty good job of keeping me paying attention. I’m never sure if I’m supposed to allow as much digression as I do when I’m leading a meeting, but usually the meeting is like me and three people at work I really like, so. A five minute digression into childrearing (they all have kids at different ages so it’s helpful for them to compare notes) isn’t gonna kill anyone. 

wandererriha

Mood. I have employed about all the life hacks I can manage. I refer to it as “stacking dominos” in that I am setting things up for Future!Riha to knock down later. This includes things like a laundry triage system that takes place at the hamper, packing lunch and prepping breakfast the night before, to making my own diy blister pack of supplements for the week.

Oh, I do the laundry triage and the make-your-own-pill pack too! I use a pillbox -- it’s hard to find a bit because it’s Japanese, but the Container Store makes a similar one that I’m loving for travel.

I never thought about meal prep as an ADHD thing but I suppose the massive stack of identically-sized tupperwares that used to populate my fridge when I worked outside the house should have been a clue. 

shamelesslymkp

hey! my dad also got diagnosed with ADHD later in life, and I'm not sure if he'd already started doing this or started later, but what he does in meetings etc. is origami, which is kind of a mix between a body and brain fidget. the reason I bring it up - I know you do origami! - is because of the reactions he's gotten - if you doodle in meetings, people get annoyed. because he does origami and gives them to people, everyone thinks it's just a super cool quirk!

Oh that’s a good one! I used to do origami in part because I was a receptionist and it was something to do when nobody needed me (which was often). I’ve only got two or three “figures” memorized but if I memorized a few more I bet that would work pretty well.  

froggybangbang

Dunno if she's been recced to you but catieosaurus has good stuff about papers on adhd on youtube.

Oh good to know! I’ll check her out. Though I do find it a bit funny that ADHD makes watching youtube rather difficult and yet that seems to be where all the resources are. At least they’re not instructional.... 

I do absolutely understand why so much is on YouTube, because talking to a camera is significantly easier than writing up a document with diagrams and such, but good lord I hate video instructionals. 

killerzebras

Could you link to the resources people suggested, or maybe point to the posts where the suggestions were made? I don't have my shit together anywhere near as well as you do and I'm always looking for things that might help.

I’ve added links to a couple of new reccs above, and also I was recommended “How To ADHD” (specifically I was watching this one about Target). I was recommended a number of books but most of them I can’t find in a quick jaunt through my history, so The Smart But Scattered Guide To Success is the only one I can link. I haven’t read it because it looked like it answered a question I already answered for myself a while ago but it comes highly recommended. 

If you have the time/ability, I’d look through comments and reblogs-with-notes on my posts in the “Sam Has ADHD” tag. There are definitely other resources recommended there in various places but also just the comments in general may be helpful. GOOD LUCK! 

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3rd house ruler in the 1st house

Okay so you guys like to talk and communicate and ya’ll are very talkative and you just always have something to say, you have mercury in you. You like communicating and maybe your obsessed with social media or you like getting on it a lot. You might also run a blog. Communication is a very important part of your personality. Talking, writing, singing, gossiping and diary writing are hobbies for you. You probably have a lot of connections and a few friends. You might also like to talk about yourself! You might have a different communication style and you might also work in communications. 💖

3rd house ruler in the 2nd house

Alright the way you guys communicate affects your personal values, self-esteem and your finances. Siblings might affect your personal worth. You might try to make connections to get more popular or make more money or to just get yourself out there. Writing is a way to earn a living. Speaking, teaching and instructing are also ways to earn a living. Communicating, gathering info, and doing puzzles is what you need to be comfortable. You might like to discuss about self worth and self esteem and maybe help others with similar situations. Your mind is very fixated on your own survival needs and things you need to live. 🧡

3rd house ruler in the 3rd house

So right here 3 is connected to 3. Communicating helps your mind and your mental stimulation. Communicating is an end of itself. You like to talk a lot and maybe to yourself? You just like to hear yourself talk for sure. You talk about your siblings and what’s going on locally. You guys might hate things from abroad because you like to keep everything very close to you. You like talking to your siblings and you probably can’t stay in a fight to long with them. You are a true networker. You might interrupt people when they are talking unintentionally just like you talk about things unintentionally. You might keep a journal or a blog with your ideas and thoughts. You like to write about writing lol. You might have speech issues and you might have trouble staying quite.  A true author placement. 💛

3rd house ruler in the 4th house

Okay so communicating and talking and gathering information serves you emotionally and that’s how you feel connected to your family. You might like to communicate about your family or family issues. You gather info also for your country and you might like learning about history? You keep a journal for your private thoughts. You write to feel grounded and humble. Your most likely known as that geeky kid in the family. The smart know it all. Your communication style is emotional and private and very vulnerable. You might look to your parents for how to communicate. You might sound like your parents or want to. You talk a lot about your home life and personality. You could also like to write about your personal family traditions. 💚

3rd house ruler in the 5th house

Nice placement. You like to express yourself through communication, writing, poetry, etc. Your communication style might be very dramatic and exaggerated. You might like to write about sex and your partners as well as children. You bring your communication skills to the theater and the arts. You might like teaching children about your experiences throughout life. You have a child-like and playful communication style. You’re might be very curious about the arts. The people in your daily environment are children. Your daily conversations revolve around children, hobbies, creativity, theater or the arts. 💙

3rd house ruler in the 6th house

You guys like to learn about health and gather information about it for your personal needs and you guys might even teach it to others also. You probably love reading labels and packages information. research about health and animals is very important to you and key. You have a very curious mind that never shuts off with this mercury match up. You pay attention to the little things and your routines also and you might even write them down to memorize. You could be really good at memorizing or really bad. You like learning about diet and nutrition. Your mind may have an influence over your health. Siblings might have an interest in your work! Your the type of person to walk your neighbors/friends dog(s) a lot or do anything to help with their animals. 💜

3rd house ruler in the 7th house

Woo I have this placement so consider yourselves blessed lmao. Your the type to need mental stimulation from your partner or it won’t work, you need someone who will feed your mental needs and not someone who will bore you out af..You might like to speak with your partner or for them. Your mind is very focused on relationships and marriage and anything love related. You must be really good at giving relationship advice and helping others with their relationships. You gather and put together facts about relationships, weddings, clients, partners, marriage and divorce. When you get married you’d probably have fears that they’ll divorce you and that’ll ALWAYS be on your mind fr! You might talk to your partner a lot like a clingy type. You guys can easily persuade others with your words. You might also talk to your siblings about your potential partners and who your with. 🤎

3rd house ruler in the 8th house

You like getting deep with others through communication and talking. You might write down deep dark thoughts or like maybe you do dark poetry? You might be into dark humor also. Daily curiosity helps you get closer to your hidden gifts and talents. Your communication is very covert. You want to talk about intimate and taboo topics. You love gathering information about deep things. Very intuitive people who could hate lies. You might also be into reading mystery novels and horror things. You might also like listening to crime stories. You might be into gruesome things also and cults and you guys might catch yourself doing weird rituals. 🖤

3rd house ruler in the 9th house

Alrighty so you guys probably love learning about travel and especially languages! You guys are really good at that..you love learning about new foods, cultures, lives, etc. Anything different and foreign is really good for you. You love to look at religion.  Your writing ability could lean toward journalistic reporting and major publications. Your siblings might’ve come from a different background or they could’ve been adopted. Your really good at school and studying. You might also like to read books. Your early education could have an impact on your beliefs. You guys really love big things and expanding your horizons. You can’t stay in one place forever at all. 🤍

3rd house ruler in the 10th house

Again a super nice placement. Your communication and gathering information builds a reputation for yourself. You want to get your writing and intellectual ideas out there and recognized from the world. Your daily conversations revolve around fame and recognition. You could learn languages and take speech classes to enhance your career opportunities or maybe you teach people languages as a career. Your capacity to write, teach, speak and converse can bring awards. You try to communicate to get higher in authority and power. The way you communicate affects your reputation as a whole for better or for worse. 🔴

3rd house ruler in the 11th house

Your daily conversations could revolve around humanity and social movements. You might do your best to write for them or teach or do poets for the people in need? You like getting together with like minded people and discuss tour interests on writing and communicating. You like using your brain and being intellectual for social causes. You write, talk and think about social reform. You try to make local connections in an effort to help others and to serve the larger purpose. You might think about long term goals and your dreams a lot. Your communication style might be very detached. You also use your communication skills to gather a large fan base. 🟠

3rd house ruler in the 12th house

Last but not least my 12 house people. Communication and writing and talking and stuff like that might help you face your fears and get rid of them. You might talk in your sleep or be a sleep walker. Siblings might have an effect on your fears, dreams and nightmares. You might like to write about your dreams. You keep a journal, blog or diary about your dreams and information comes to you through dreams. You’re a very silent and quit person, not very talkative. You might like talking to yourself. You might talk to the paranormal or connect with them..like ghosts. When you write you put all your imagination down and you guys can create beautiful pieces out of it. You might get a lot of signs in your dreams that communicate to you or through mediation and spiritual things. You might have social anxiety and you could be very scared to talk to people and have a daily conversation with them. 🟡

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