#my lil car is all good and healthy and clean now though thank god

[shadowglens]

just got my car serviced and i feel like such a sterotypical woman

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #312

“robert’s got a quick hand  /  he’ll look around the room, he won’t tell you his plan.”

Do you kiss your pets? Yes. Have you thought about whether or not you're gay? I actually have briefly questioned if I'm just purely lesbian due to how incredibly averse to simply seeing penises I am, but considering I'm still perfectly capable of being attracted to everything else, I'm obviously not. It's just this weird disgust I naturally have. Have you ever had gay thoughts for your best friend? Well I dated her, so like- Have you ever had an STD? No. Would you say you are addicted to texting or to the person you are texting? Nah, definitely not. I always enjoy texting Sara, but I'm not addicted to doing so. Would you date someone who still lived with their parents? Yes; I still live with my mom, so it'd be very hypocritical not to. Would you have to sleep with someone before marrying them? Nah. Sexual "talent" just doesn't matter very much to me, and besides, before or after marriage, you discover what you like together. Would it bother you if your bf/gf flirted with someone else? ???????????? yes????????????? Would you enjoy a night of playing video games? Oh hell yeah. I honestly really miss doing that with Jason. We were both gamers and would do that frequently. How much does intelligence turn you on? Not like, immensely, but being very smart is definitely attractive. Do you search someone on the Internet before a first date? That shit's kinda creepy, imo. Then again, it could be smart for your safety, but idk, something about doing that seems invasive and just weird. I feel like you should learn things directly from their mouth. Could you date someone who had children from a previous relationship? I really don't think I could at this age, at least. I need to be more stable and a figure to look up to. I could probably be a stepmom to like, a teenager or something, but I'm not dating anyone with one of those at only 25. I would have to really, REALLY like the person to even consider dating them with a younger kid. Would you consider donating your body to science after you die? Yeah, go for it. Do you like to be friends with someone before dating them? Yes, definitely. I think waiting too long can make this hard and an awkward change, though; this was the exact situation with Girt. I had a pretty big crush on him my freshman year before Jason, but we were just friends too long. He became my "brother." Is it more fun to go out just with your date or on a group date? Both are fun. Do you enjoy risk? N O P E. How often do you go dancing/clubbing? Never. Not my jam. Do you meditate? No, but I'm considering trying it thanks to group therapy. Have you ever been fired from a job? No. Do you have a problem with racist jokes? Um, fuck yes I do. Is there anything you think science will never be able to explain? Yeah, like the soul. Do you cook fancy meals for dates? Lol no, I can't cook. Do you litter? No. Don't even fucking dare to in front of me. Do you have a career plan? Yes. Could you live with someone who was really messy? How messy? And would they listen if I asked them to clean up? Do you have any shameful fantasies? Yes. Is art important to you? Art is absoluely vital for my happiness in life. Do you believe in fate or destiny? Nope; you carve your own path. Have you ever called your friend a slut? Ha, jokingly. It's gone both ways. Doing nothing all day makes you feel...? That's me pretty much every day, and it makes me feel awful by the end of it. Do you shower everyday? No. It's bad for your skin and hair. Is work important to you? It clearly is when you consider how stressed I've been for years trying to find a job I can handle. Have you had cosmetic surgery? No, but I probably will have some things done if/hopefully when I lose the weight I want to. Do you only date people who have jobs or are full-time students? My past has proven that not always, no. What I really care about is whether or not they show the intention of getting somewhere, like working on themselves and having plans they're making baby steps towards. If the person is without any motivation to get somewhere in life, no, I can't date them. Could you date someone who does drugs? Absofuckinglutely not. Do you enjoy watching sports? Only dance. Are you a cat or a dog person? Cat, I think, but I love both. Should evolution be taught in schools? Yes, definitely. Separation of church and state, my friend. Are you kinky? I mean I can't say I'm unwilling to try some things that would be considered so, but my sexual experiences so far have been pretty vanilla, and I'm fine with that. Would you do a striptease for your partner? That'd be so fucking awkward lmao. Would you date someone who doesn't have a car? Yeah; again, I don't. It may be problematic if they never wanted to, especially with me being so afraid of driving, but idk. Do you enjoy dancing? If I wasn't so horribly out of shape. Do you think men should pay for everything on dates? Lol, wow. What year are we in again? Have you ever met someone in person you met online? Only Sara so far, but I do wanna meet a few others! Last person you kissed, are they into any type of sports? Which ones? No. Do you ever read your old surveys? No. They're really just a momentary distraction for me. What was the last series you finished watching? Do you have any plans to begin another? Ginga Densetsu Weed was fantastic. I'm now anxiously awaiting Meerkat Manor to come on air again this year!! :') When writing stories, do you have trouble coming up with character names or do they come to you easily? I struggle with coming up with completely original names; I used to be good at it back in the day, now I feel like almost anything I come up with sounds stupid. Real words coming up for OCs that somehow fit them come easy for me, though. Did you ever call any teachers by their first name? Who? Yes, because some preferred it. Have you ever shoplifted, even just once? What did you take? Nope. Have you ever witnessed someone else shoplifting? Did you say something? I don't recall. Is your hair thick, thin, or somewhere in between? it's thick as hell. Do you own a bean bag chair? No. Have you ever touched a caterpillar? Oh yes, I loved letting the harmless ones wander over my arms as a kid. Is there a YouTube channel whose videos you always watch? No. What a shocker when you think of Mark, I know, but I've kinda been drifting from enjoying let's plays, especially of random games I don't know or think will be good, so I don't force myself. Have you ever witnessed something burn down? Yes. Diagonal to my childhood house, down the road, there was a huge house fire once. Only the foundation of it is left today. Well, maybe they've rebuilt it, but they sure didn't for a long-ass time. Have you ever won a game of chess? Don't know how to play, so. Have you ever picked strawberries or apples? Strawberries, yes. Are you any good at Ping-Pong? No better than the average joe. Have you ever had to put an animal to sleep? Three dogs, and my rat Tezzeret. Where on your body did you/would you like to get your first tattoo? I got mine on my right wrist. What’re some movies you love that people wouldn’t expect you to like? The Notebook surprises a lot of people. I adore that movie. Does your shower have a glass screen or a curtain? It's a curtain. What was the last pill you swallowed? I don't remember; I take a lot of meds in the morning. Where’s your dad from? Ohio. Other than yourself, who was the last person that took a picture of you? Whoever took the picture of my sister Misty and me hugging. What are you usually doing if you're up late at night? On the rare occasion I'm up late, I'm probably really into doing something in World of Warcraft at the time. I go through spells. Right now I'm barely playing it at all. What do you get when you go to the movies? Popcorn and a drink, always. Do/did you enjoy living with your parents? Yeah. If you were to write a story right now, what would it be about? I'm not interested in starting a new story. The continuous stories in RP are enough for me. If you were to paint something right now, what would it be? I'm unsure. I have a lot of art ideas I want to do, but idk what I'd do first, and besides, I prefer drawing over painting. Do you believe you have a calling? I don't believe in "callings." I believe in natural talents, but I don't feel there's some supernatural or purposeful tactic to it. If you could sing a song before an audience today, what one would it be? Oh god. If I had a choice, I wouldn't. If I didn't, I'd have to think more about this. Do you enjoy public speaking? Fuck no. What pet do you want to have? The pet I want most right now is a plains/western hognose, probably of the lavender morph. I adore those lil piggies. Who do you want to be in your life that is currently not? I go back-and-forth about Jason, even though I know it wouldn't be healthy for me for him to have any part in it. PTSD is a motherfucker. Who do you want to be out of your life that currently is in it? Nobody. What do you have to do to achieve your dream? Most likely for someone(s) with considerable influence or popularity in art to highlight photograph(s) of mine. It's why I enter competitions once in a blue moon if Mom's okay with paying the small fee; it's very, very seldom I even ask, though. I hate asking for things, especially non-necessities with our financial position. Are you ambitious? I think so. I'm determined as a motherfucker to be successful with photography, for one. Do you sell things online? Extremely rarely. Speaking of which, I keep forgetting to take pictures of my flute and guitar since I wanna try to get rid of them. I never played the guitar much, and my sentimental affection for my flute has long since faded, so I might as well make a bit of cash off them to go towards Venus' terrarium upgrade. Do you look the way you want to look? Hell no. Do you pray daily? I never do. Have you been through anything traumatic? Oh yes. Have you ever had a crush on a teacher? No. What is a medical condition you used to have but don't anymore? I had this very weird spell of frequent vertigo that kinda just... vanished. Do you look your age? I suppose I do. What has made you itch the most? Shaving my legs I guess, considering I would scratch them so badly it left me with permanent scars. Is there anything you're avoiding? If so, what? Probably. Well enough that I can't even think of it right now, haha. What quality do you admire most in others? Empathy. Do you believe that things will get better? Yes. I hope. Have you ever seen a double rainbow? I have. How old were you when you started swearing? I was in the 7th grade. I don't know the actual age group for that. Do you have any Indian in your blood? No. What is your favorite sunset color? Pink. Have you ever had dreadlocks? No. Have you ever wondered if your house was haunted? Two houses ago, yes. Does the idea of having servants bother you? Yes? Do you like crab? NOOOOOO NO NO. It's mushy and just ew. What song gives you chills? Hell, most music I listen to can. I get chills from music very, very easily, and I'd say either "Terrible Things" by Mayday Parade or Disturbed's "Sound of Silence" cover does it the best, but I could very well be forgetting one. Ah, Bad Wolves' cover of "Zombie" is another very high contender, especially knowing the story behind it with how the original singer was supposed to write it with them, but the day of scheduled recording, she died. What color is your favorite hoodie? It's mostly gray, just with a Pikachu graphic on it. Do you have a string of lights in your room? No, but I've always thought those were really pretty. If you were a writer, would you have a pen name or use your real name? My real name. What is your friend's cat's name? Sara has a cat named Winter. Did you ignore the last Facebook post that bothered you, or did you comment? Probably rolled my eyes and scrolled by just to avoid conflict. I normally have to be HEATED to start something. If you were a famous singer, what would you want your hit song to be about? Peace, most likely. Do you have a blog? No. Do you think you are good at writing poetry? I think so, but it takes more thinking than it used to. Do you take gummy vitamins? No, but I wish I took vitamins. Would probably do me some good. If you could do research right now for an essay, what topic would you choose to write about? Hm. I'm always up for arguing for LGBT rights. There's a good handful of topics I'd enjoy writing about, though. Have you ever been tempted to commit a crime? Well, I've pirated things before, so... I kinda crossed that threshold. Other than that, no, not to my memory. Have you ever started writing a suicide letter? I wrote one and am forever humiliated by it. ...and then realized you wanted to live? No, I OD'd afterwards. Well wait... I was kinda on the line I guess, considering once I did it, I panicked and told Mom. If you have a class ring, what color is the stone? I didn't get one. Do you like apple cider hot or cold? I can't remember the last time I had either. Do you use window clings (stickers for your window)? No. Have you ever found a secret compartment? I don't remember ever finding one anywhere. Do you read horror stories? Sometimes RP pretty much turns into horror stories, haha. Do you ever comfort eat? I am VERY bad at that. Do you have your wedding planned in your head already? No, only skeletal basics of it. Does sunlight make you happier? Yes. This is a scientific fact. Do you feel depressed in the winter? No. What's your favorite shade of green? Like a pastel mint color. What channel is your TV usually on? Mom always has Netflix or Hulu on, I think. Do you drive with the windows down or the air on? I strongly prefer AC. How many pairs of jeans do you have? Zero. Do you sleep with a comforter or quilt? A comforter. Who is your favorite American president? I don't know nearly enough about any of 'em to make a fair judgment. Do you jump right in a pool or do you get in slowly? Whew, my jumping in the pool days are long over. Do you use one swimsuit for the summer or do you have many? I just have a single black one-piece. Do you use the bumpers when you bowl? Nah. Sorta affects the fun for me since it's less reason to focus. Do you put eyeliner on the top, bottom, or all around your eyes? All around. Will you refuse to listen to music if you find the lyrics degrading? Depends on how degrading, but usually, it doesn't play a part in deciding if I like the song itself or not. Can you do a cartwheel? I never even tried; I was always too afraid of breaking my neck. Do you have tornadoes where you live? Occasionally, but they're not a big thing here. What's your favorite type of frosting? Chocolate. What's the most expensive crafts tool that you own? Miss Tobey got me a big pack of Prismacolor pencils one year that I really cherish. Have you ever woven baskets of any kind (wicker, paper, cardboard etc.)? No. What's the most exotic spice in your spice rack? I don't have the slightest clue. Do you have a favorite television host? Steve Harvey is The Shit. What's something you're opinionated and very vocal about? LGBTQ+ rights and the pro-choice ideology lead the bunch. The lack of morality in hunting for sport, too. What's something you regularly order online? Nothing regularly. Do you like elevators? No; quite the opposite, actually. When you're angry, does it ever get physical? Absolutely not. What's the weirdest video YouTube has suggested to you? I don't really know. I'm certain I've seen some wild suggestions, though, given just how much of a heavy user I am of YT. Do you like the smell of tar? Ugh, no. Never understood that. Do you have any flags on display? If so, what flag(s)? I'd like a rainbow flag for my room to hang somewhere.

[finsterhund]

This con is big but not too nice.

I like the accessible washroom of the building

I like how spaced the artist tables are. But geez.

Artists are upset about the crappy wooden tables, people are talking about the artists who got banned for complaining about getting scammed out of their second table.

The artists here are great though. I wish the con cared more about them. Lots of people I know here. Many I already commissioned. I'm not going to get a second commission from someone if I haven't scanned and uploaded the one I got from them previously. Doesn't seem right.

I commissioned an artist who it was their first con, and I have an artist I want to commission online later.

I had to pay extra money for the sky train to refill my card. Would have been nice if the one lording it over us about having a car would actually have helped us today with said car but I think maybe we need to give those poor cyclists a break (okay, maybe I'm being a bit too petty with this now)

The pain medicine keeps me feeling okay. I love cosplaying as Andy again. Maybe in the winter months I'll get new converse so they're not hurting my legs and back. I need them up one size that's a big reason why cosplaying as Andy hurts.

I wish I wasn't so hot I hate sweating. I wish I was healthy and that I could finally finish my cosplay. Someday. I finally get to see a specialist soon. Hoping that puts me on the road to finally having normalcy and a body that at least tries to work properly.

My friend reminded me that we first made my cosplay when I was still ten pounds underweight so the fact that my shorts are tighter on me than usual shouldn't be too unexpected. My back flaring up definitely contributes to it too. I think a big chunk of me thinking I'm an ugly lump is not because of things like diet and more just my body being the unfortunate way it is. Thanks to bad genetics and scar tissue I'm bottom-heavy and no amount of fixing my diet is going to change that. I'm the Danny Devito of Andys. But admittedly the bad situation of July likely made it more noticable. I hate being a thicc boy. I meme about being the designated "fat kid who dies first" but I'm actually sensitive about it.

For how expensive it is to buy a single pass and a falling apart table here, this con has no internet for artists. But that's consistent. Was that way the last few years too. Funny how the cons that cost less and come with the right number of badges and a clean table also have free internet for the artist alley.

To be honest as much as I love all the artists and attendees here and being more likely to be recognized as Andy I really do not like this con.

The art of Andy I got from the first convention attendee artist is very cute. Crisp black and white inks so it'll scan well and I can't wait to share. But no internet!

There's an artist who does custom buttons but they're unlike any buttons I've ever seen. They are wrapped in an acrylic casing instead of punched around a metal piece. I want to get an Andy button from them. That reminds me I haven't scanned any of my custom Andy buttons.

Someone offered the take a photo of me against a banner but I didn't feel good enough. I probably should have taken them up on the offer but I just felt yuck.

The only video game sellers did not have PS1 games which actually angered me lmao.

Sales aren't good I think.

I'm sweating real bad. So glad I got a bath last night and brought my deodorant. Good god. Where's the AC? It's days like these I wish Andy ran around the Darkland barefoot so I could get out of wearing socks. I expell so much heat through my feet and hands I don't want to eat my chocolate snacks I brought for fear they will melt all over my fingers.

I went outside to bring my friend back a coffee (I can do this all by myself because of how close it is hurray!) But as soon as I went back in I started to sweat again.

I found a friend lined up in front of the ATM. We talked. It was nice to see them again. I found another friend elsewhere and also the first friend came around later. Was fun.

WHY DOES NO ONE KNOW HOW TO USE DEODERANT? I WANT TO DIE. I have had to walk behind people who smell like absolute death and it's made me feel really gross. Here I am concerned about a little sweat and there's people who you'd think are UNDEAD because of how the scent of ?????? trails behind them for like ten feet. You can smell when they pass behind you. I want to throw up.

I got some more art. The Andy button I was interested in, found someone else to commission something digital. The Andy button is AMAZING. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. it's hard to clip it closed but it's so cool and it opens so I can scan the art inside.

I got stickers from my friends I wanted to get, and a secret gift for Fishy made by my friend Sam. I intend to make a care box (is that the word?) cuz I know your birthday is coming up this month.

My stickers already got scuffed on my new folder so I'm sad. I hate being a bumbler who bumps things.

There was an artist who drew dogs but I couldn't find them again :(

I think I made a new friend. He is super cool and does panels at vancoufur. His fursona also wears a bandanna.

I feel a lot better about pain medicine. My friend says I could be able to take it every day and I just need to be careful not to take too much. I know people like me run the risk of becoming immune to them and having a sick liver but he says as long as I don't take too many it's fine.

Is this why I'm so miserable all the damn time!?

Legit what if that's the problem?

So I'm feeling pretty good about that. You guys might see a brand new Finsterhund. I'm so excited to have energy and feel comfy again. I was raised with fear mongering of "only using pain medicine when it was worse than usual. Because it'd kill you." But all that is untrue and I've been suffering needlessly this whole time.

So yeah. Now I'm going to start taking them bi daily. As well as the ones to help me sleep.

Genuinely feeling good about this. Andy cosplaying! Pain relief! It's all here! Things finally looking up for lil ol me.

I'm budgeting this con better too. Half of that is because I'm getting lost and can't find artists i wanted to commission again but that's a side effect of my worsening memory. I want to get a small ocarana but I might not be able to afford it by the end. It'd be nice to play Andy's Mission on. That way it won't annoy my friend like a kazoo would. Even though he said my kazoo is fine and he wouldn't have given it to me if it wasn't.

There's more artists I wish I could commission but I'm trying to be careful.

I was very hungry and they had hotdog rollers right outside the con and I really wanted one and they were SIX DOLLARS AND FIFTY CENTS. That's awful. But I got one because I was so hungry. It tasted good at least.

There's an hour and a half left of the day. I don't know what we will do after. I don't want to socialize except with my friends and if I go to bed early I'll be up at 4AM again.

There's now a little under an hour left and I'm tired. Wanting to go back to the hotel room and relax. I'm disappointed in myself for buying the expensive hotdog.

Whisky has been shedding since I brushed him and part of me is all AAAAAAAAAA but the other part is all "this would definitely have been canon."

My friend left his table under my care for the last twenty minutes of the day and I'm kinda anxious. I'm scared that ex roommate "took revenge" on my stuff back at the hotel room. He's never done stuff like that before, but he has threatened to. I also have that sense of emptyness inside that I get sometimes. The one where you just feel bad, no reason to, just emotionally hurt.

[mysticalmistake]

Heyy i love your headcanons >___

This sounds so cute I had to put it at the top of my priority list lolIt’s written a little weird so this is kinda how I formatted it: Paragraph one is finding out MC is infertile (Which I’m keeping short cause there’s already a request for just this here, even though this is a liiittle bit different), when they find out she’s pregnant/having four lil ones, and when she gives birth. There was a lot to cover here yoThe fluff is mostly at the end. I hope you like it;; -After after endings so spoiler warning-~Mod L 

As he sat with you, stroking your hair, hearing you sob and feeling your tears soak his shoulder, all he could think about was how unfair this was. You stayed with him when you when he told you to go, help a family that you made your own. When he was at his worst, you were selfless and offered him everything he needed. When you asked him to start a family, he’s sure that’s the first even semi-major thing you asked for. He got Jumin’s help in getting doctors to overlook his lack of documentation and keeping it that way. He stopped his reckless spending to save for this, and was prepared for everything. Everything but this. The longer he held you for the more he felt his own tears welling up in his eyes. After saying again and again it wasn’t your fault, he knew it wasn’t his either, but still felt so guilty. He had a chance to not only give you something, but start something special together and you couldn’t do it.~Saeyoung sat uptight was tapping his foot as you sat just as rigidly next to him. Neither of you dared to say a word, as if that would somehow affect how many lines would appear on the tiny stick. For a week you had been feeling nauseous in the mornings, and even though it was only the first day of missing your period you wanted to cling on to any hope you would get. When your phone timer went off you both looked to each other, eyes wide.“I’m almost too scared to look,” you whispered to him.“I’m scared too. But we have to know”.His confident look was what made you finally grab it, when in reality he couldn’t be more terrified. But if nothing else, he would be a rock for you. When you looked at the test and started crying, he could tell if it was good or bad. He gently took the test from you, and felt his heart skip a beat as he saw the lines indicating positive. He couldn’t help but start crying too as you lunged into his arms. He was feeling happiness beyond what words could say, but also petrified. They already knew you weren’t in the best position to have kids, but what if something happened now….? He blocked out those thoughts for now and just focused on you, and thought about how he had to call Saeran and then Jumin.~“I have good news~ I some heartbeats!” Your nurse beamed at you.You and Saeyoung looked at each other with wide eyes.“Heartbeats?! Are we going to have twins…?”Saeyoung felt his heart warm as you eyes lit up as you asked her, looking at the ultrasound. “Two more little Choi’s running around? I thought Saeran and I were enough,” Saeyoung chuckled.“Not twins,” The doctor corrected him, causing you both to snap your heads towards him. “Now, it’s a little crowded so I want to do a few more tests to be sure. But if I’m not mistaken, you have four little healthy babies”. “Four?!” Saeyoung’s jaw dropped at the doctor’s words. “Did- Did you just say four?” Both of your guys’ eyes were glued to the nurse as he was watching the ultrasound. Once you two were alone Saeyoung was nervous for your reaction but you were elated. You had grabbed his hands, your eyes lit up. “This may be our only chance to have kids… And we have four of them!” ~ “Ahhhh honeyyyyy…. My hand,” Saeyoung laughed nervously as you crushed his hand. “You’re almost done! This is baby number four, and you’re doing so well!” Saeyoung winced as he saw you in so much pain, but he could already see the doctors cleaning and wrapping up the tiny babies in tiny blankets. He had a moment of awe being brought to you crushing his hand again. “Honeyyyy... My hand-” A nurse quickly shook her head at him. “I-I mean you’re doing such a good job!” You let out a sigh of relief as you heard a fourth little voice fill the room. “There we go!” The doctor exclaimed as she lifted the baby up. “Four healthy little babies~”You turned to Saeyoung and you both started laughing in relief. “W-Where are they?” You asked, your voice still shaky. “Here’s your oldest little girl,” a nurse said as she gently handed you your guys’ daughter. “Oh my god,” Saeyoung whispered under his breath, looking at her over your shoulder. She had since stopped crying, and was looking up at you two. He swallowed hard as he looked in her eyes. They seemed to have the same sparkle in them as you did when he first met you. But before he could think anything else another nurse came with another baby.“Your little guys are fraternal as next was her little brother,” The nurse beamed as she set another baby in your other arm. You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing as you looked at your two new little children.“Here you go dad,” The first nurse came back with another little bundle to hand to Saeyoung. When he saw her start to hand it to him he began to panic. “H-How do you-” “Just stay seated and it’ll be easier. Let’s just lay him down in the crook of your arm like this, and make sure his head and neck are supported. That’s the most important thing,” she explained as she laid him in Saeyoung’s arm.“H-He?” Saeyoung felt his heart jump as he looked into the eyes of his new son. He was fussy as he was being handed over but seemed calm in his arms. His thoughts seemed to be going at 100 miles an hour. He gently stroked his cheek. I-I’m your dad, he thought. I’m going to be the best god damn dad to you. I won’t raise you to be a thing like me. You’re going to be so much better. His mind raced already with images with the two of them, as he taught you to fix a computer, learn about cars, teach you how to dance, whatever you wanted to do. His thoughts were interrupted as the second nurse approached him again. “You guys are nice and even with the last being a little baby girl,” The nurse softly laid her in Saeyoung’s other arm. “Oh my god,�� he couldn’t stop himself from saying again. He looked back up to you, and felt his heart was going to burst with how happy you looked. He looked back at his daughter, feeling a slight tinge of worry on her disgruntled expression. “Your face is gonna get stuck like that if you keep doing that,” he whispered, laughing softly to himself. And you... I can only hope we raise you to be just like your mama. She’s so kind and selfless... You couldn’t have a better person to look up to. Both of you, he thought, looking back and forth between the two in his arms. He hesitantly stood up, a nurse right next to him to help. He leaned in towards you, so you could both see your brand new family. “I’m glad we got that ‘four-for-one’ deal~” “Saeyoung!” You laughed through your tears. As he looked again at the boy in your arms, he noticed a small glint in his eyes that looked just like his. He had to sit back down as he felt all the adrenaline began to wear off. “Honey? Can Saeran come in now?”You nodded at both him at the nurse. He quickly left to get Saeran, as he was waiting just down the hall. Saeyoung looked back down at the boy in his arm. “Your guys’ uncle is coming to see you now. I can’t wait for you to meet him. God, I can’t wait until we all get to go home. All the other members are waiting for us, and your bedroom is set up with four matching cribs. It’s so cheesy you’re all gonna hate it,” he laughed. “Hey, at least they’re normal cribs! You wanted them all in race car beds,” you chided him. “They would’ve loved that!” He chuckled. “When they outgrow the cribs we’ll get the race car beds” he replied. “I promise,” he whispered to his daughter, and almost melted when she gave a delighted little coo.  The both of you just relaxed and fell back into silence as you took in everything that happened. You guys are finally here, Saeyoung thought as he looked back and forth between both of his babies. I was scared at first you know. I didn’t know what an actual childhood was suppose to be like. But I’ve read more book than you can count. The entire RFA gave me advice. And I’m not doing this alone. His eyes flickered back up to you, then back to them. You’re gonna have the happiest childhood you can ever get. We’re never going to hurt you. You’ll never have to worry about money. If you ever get angry, you have five uncles and an aunt to run away to. So many choices~! They’ll all take care of you until you want. Your dad has a good job of being a director of the RFA, so no one dangerous can come near any of you. But for now, I swear we’re going to love you. No matter what you want to do, no matter how angry you are. Your mother did all that for me, and I’m ready to keep doing it for her and now for all you four. I promise.

[underopenskies]

Big Boy Shoes

((AKA Hamish no longer has to have the trashbag of shame :D Our lovable little cowfolks also learn the gender of their baby.))

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Skylar shifted the truck down a gear, and clenched her teeth quietly as she eased into the next lane of traffic, to bring them over towards the clinic. She was about eighteen weeks now- so they were going in for their appointment to see their baby’s gender. They were also going to be getting Hamish out of his cast- and into a walking boot. For which, Skylar was quite glad. She was quite tired of driving- and once he was in his boot, he’d be able to drive them back.

Given that the stress of driving kept making her feel less than stellar when they got home now, it was definitely for the best. Stress wasn’t good for pregnant women- and she was still early enough that there was a risk for miscarriage. And driving? Driving definitely was enough stress to cause that. At least, based upon the number of finger marks marring the surface on his steering wheel, it certainly was.

“So, you excited t’ be out o’ th’ cast, Haz?” She asked lightly, flinching faintly as someone honked behind the truck. She tugged her shirt down a little over her belly, and swallowed with a soft noise as she felt the faint fluttering of their baby from within. God, she hated driving- she hated it with a passion. “I know m’ excited for ya t’ be out of it.” It was starting to smell funny- as all casts were wont to do- but they couldn’t exactly go scrub it clean of that old-cast stink that casts tended to get.

Hamish grinned. "I'm damn ready to be out of this thing. It means I can look after you now, instead of you having to look after me so much." He said. He reached his hand out to gently rub Skylar’s shoulder, trying to ease away some of the tension.

His hands did help her ease off the tension- particularly since they weren’t far from the clinic. She exhaled gently, downshifted some, and then made a turn onto the road that would take them straight to the clinic. “I don’ mind havin’ t’ look after ya, sugar. But, it will be nice t’ have some help when it comes t’ cleanin’ th’ stalls.” She manages to give him a lopsided grin. “Particularly with our little one growin’ so big.” The baby was making her round ligaments ache something fierce- but there was nothing really to be done about it.

Skylar flipped on the truck’s blinker, ready to turn into the clinic as it came closer into view.

Hamish sat up and watched the cars as Skylar parked. His truck was bulky and sometimes it was bigger than it looked; he wound down his window and stuck his head out, checking the car next to them on his side. "You're doing good babe." He smiled, rolling his window back up. "It will be nice not needing to lug the crutches around everywhere we go too."

Skylar took her time easing the truck into place. It was a slightly tighter fit on her side- but that was slightly intentional. He needed space to be able to work his crutches- and she didn’t. Once the truck was parked, she slid the parking brake into place, and turned it off. “Yeah, it’ll be nice indeed. Though th’ crutches more or less come hand n’ hand with luggin’ you places with me, sugar.” She winks at him faintly, and exhales softly. Skylar collects her purse, and eases herself out of the truck- which involves a little bit of squishing and awkward angling of her skull to work the unbending forms of her horns out without getting them stuck, since there wasn’t much space to open the door. But, it was doable, and she was soon shutting her door and heading around to help him out of the other side. “Heh- ‘f ya think you’re up to it, sugar, you get t’ drive home t’day.”

He smiled and eased himself out of the car, keeping his weight on his good foot. He closed the car door and used it to hop over to the tray, reaching in to untie the crutches. "Oh, I'll be driving. You've stressed yourself out enough." He rubbed her back and pressed her gently against the truck so he could hold her belly and kiss her.

Skylar didn’t mind being pressed against the truck, and a soft laugh left her as she returned his kisses with gentle gusto. She hooked her fingers gently in his belt loops, tugging his hips gently against hers as her lips met his. Her middle pressed into his, well on it’s way to becoming an obstacle for them- but she was still able to crane past it for now. “Mmm, ain’t that th’ truth. M’ afraid y’ steering wheel ain’t in th’ same shape it was before I drove it with it.” Soft blue eye lights peered up into his reddish brown ones, and she quirked a smile up at him. She’d gone without her hat today- which wasn’t something she did often- so there was nothing obscuring her view.

He chuckled, a smooth but deep sound. "I need a new truck anyway… if we want something we can put a baby seat into." His cheeks heated slightly when she pulled him against her and his… friend downstairs have an approving throb. He let out a breath.

Skylar loved his laugh- the deep sound always made the baby in her belly flutter with the small quickening movements that she’d been picking up from time to time. “Given tha’ we wanted t’ have lots o’ kids, a new car of some sort is probably in our future. We can start lookin’ into somethin’ that you’ll like, since you’ll be drivin’ it th’ most.” Skylar might not have felt the throb, but she felt him twitch against her in his jeans. A slow grin crawled up her face, and she kissed him again, peppering soft kisses from his mouth down to his jaw, and then scraping her teeth lightly over the bone of his neck. No one was in range of seeing them in the parking lot- she could tease him just a little bit. “Ya know what else you getting’ out o’ ya cast means, Haz?” She purred. “Ya get t’ top again~”

Hamish felt that familiar feeling of arousal bubble in his stomach; he glanced around, and then rocked his hips against hers. "Mn." He rested his head against hers and laughed again. "With our luck the ultrasound doctor will tell us to hold off on sex for while or something."

She nuzzled her face gently to his, a pleased sound leaving her as she felt him rock into her in turn. If it wasn’t for the fact that she had no desire to have sex in his truck- or in public- she’d probably continued to tease him. Skylar couldn’t help the soft laugh at his words. “Well, ‘f ya go and jinx us, then the doctor probably will. I don’t see why they would though- M’ healthy, n’ we’re usually pretty careful.” Other than some cramps after an orgasm, nothing hurt or was uncomfortable either.

Hamish kissed her again and lifted the crutches out of the truck, tucking them under his arms. "Lets go; we keep cuddlin’ and I don't think I'll be able to stop myself."

She laughed, and let him head out first. That gave her the chance to reach out and lightly pinch his ass. Heh- soon, he’d be able to get her back for doing that. She honestly couldn’t wait. “As much as I love ya, Hamish, I’d rather keep our bedroom shenanigans in th’ bedroom. Now, lets go get ya out o’ that cast, and into probably a walkin’ boot.”

Hamish laughed again and crutched himself into the clinic, waiting for Skylar.

She wasn’t far behind him, keeping up with his more-practiced paces with easy steps of her own. She held the door for him, got him in, and then headed for the front desk.

The nurse behind the desk gave them a smile, glancing between the two of them lightly. “Checking in?”

“Yes.” Skylar nods. “We technically have two appointments, but we want t’ get his done first before we get t’ doin’ mine. It should be under Hamish Parker?”

The nurse at the reception desk hums, and quietly looks it up. “It looks like Hamish is expected down at Orthopedics for a cast removal? I can get you checked in, Ma’am, and they’ll be ready for you when you’re done with Mister Parker’s appointment.”

The horned skeleton nods. “Fiancé- but ya, tha’ sounds about right. If it’s not too much trouble, then sure. Should be an ultrasound scheduled for Skylar McQuillin.”

“Missus McQuillin- ah, yes.” She clicks a few buttons, and nods to the two across the counter. “You’re all checked in. Orthopedics is actually in the same waiting area as the OB, so it’s just down that hall down that way.” She directs them down the hall to the right. “They’ll call Mister Parker back, and you can either go with him or wait for him to return to the waiting room. When he’s back, they’ll call you back for your ultrasound, Missus McQuillin.”

Skylar nods and smiles. “Thank you, Ma’am.” That done, she turns to Hamish with a big smile, and motions him forward. “Ya want me to come back with ya while ya get your cast off, sugar?”

Hamish pouted playfully. "I might need you to hold my hand." He said, making his way to the waiting room.

“Then I’ll be there.” She smiled.

The waiting room had several people in it- only a few seemed to be there for orthopedics though. There were several that seemed to be there for ultrasounds, like Skylar was, in various stages of later pregnancy.

Skylar guided Hamish towards a set of chairs near the orthopedics door, and eased herself down. She made a fist, and rubbed her fingers gingerly into her side as it pinched slightly. The round ligament stretching was unpleasant, truly. “Alright~ Heh. M’ excited t’ be able to hold your hand while we’re walkin’ around again.”

Hamish flopped into his chair, resting his crutches against them. He relaxed into the chair and curled his fingers around Skylar’s.

She laced her fingers with his, and gave him a smile, nestling her head down onto his shoulder with a soft sigh. Her free hand wandered to her middle, folding over it out of habit, and she found herself laughing quietly at the ticklish feeling in her belly. The quickening motions felt so weird- it was sort of like someone tickling her from the inside. “I hope our baby ain’t shy,” she hums. “I really wanna know what our lil’ wiggler here is.”

Hamish tilted his head slightly. "It’s moving?" He grinned, he placed his hand near Skylar’s, he knew he wouldn't feel anything; it was more to comfort the baby.

The squirming picked up as he spoke, and Skylar laughed again, sliding his fingers down to where she could feel the movement. Nothing could be felt from the outside yet- but soon, very soon. The movements were getting stronger every day. “It is. It always moves more when ya talk. It’s kinda like… someone’s ticklin’ me from the inside. It feels really weird.” Her eye lights dance merrily though, and she beams at him warmly. “I can’t wait until ya can feel it move too. Heh- ‘s a magical feeling.”

Hamish grinned widely he watched his hand on Skylar’s Belly. The were a few other mothers in the waiting room and he could feel their eyes on them while their partners watched their phones or read magazines.

The gazes of the other mothers in the room had Skylar flushing, and she tucked her face into his shoulder with a soft laugh, though was ever mindful of her horns. She didn’t remove his hand though, and simply rubbed her thumb over his knuckles and let the warmth of his palm seep into her belly. “I think we’re bein’ watched,” she giggled lightly, her voice a whisper into his shoulder. “I wonder why.”

Hamish chuckled. "Think they're jealous?" His eyes stayed on Skylar’s belly.

The nurse entered the room. "Hamish Parker?" She called.

He sat up and got his crutches. "That's me."

“Maybe they are.” Skylar hums. Given the lack of attention she could see some of them getting, it was understandable. Not all dads were as excited to be a dad as Hamish was- and for that, Skylar was one lucky lady. When he’s called, she stands, and helps him upright with a grin. “C’mon, sugar. Lets go get ya out o’ that cast, and off of th’ crutches. Bet ya can finally scratch that itch that’s been buggin’ ya for th’ past month or so too.”

Hamish snorted. "I've been wanting to just be able to wiggle my toes and stretch out my leg for months." He said, following the nurse out of the waiting area.

Skylar followed along with him, and nodded. “Yep, I can imagine ya have been. But, you’ll get t’ do that soon. And,” she grins at him cheekily as they’re lead back, “no more trash bag on ya leg in th’ shower or when ya goin’ outside, yeah?”

"That is a bonus." He agreed. The nurse let them into a room and had Hamish sit up on a chair.

"So, we're just going to cut it off, give it a bit of a wash and then get you a boot." She explained.

"Sounds good."

Skylar took a seat in the spare chair, and left plenty of space for the nurse to work on Hamish. “Y’know, I didn’t actually get t’ see them put th’ cast on you.” She hums. She’d been hauled off for an emergency ultrasound to check the baby- something about high stress levels likely causing a miscarriage- and had missed it. She’d got to see him come hobbling out though. “S’ gonna be cool t’ see it get taken off.”

And, cheekily, Skylar offered him her hand, since he’d pouted to her about needing to hold it.

Even though it had only been a joke, he did curl his hand tightly around hers.

The nurse picked up a small rotary tool that had been fitted with a tiny blade. She turned it on and began running it up and down the plaster cast cutting into it, then she started on another area until she had created enough of a crack that she could pretty much snap the plaster in half and ease it off his leg.

The air felt odd on his bones, he leaned up a little to look. It had healed good as new. He practiced wiggling his toes and rolling his ankle around as she dampened a cloth with warm water.

Skylar smiled as his foot was bared, and patted his hand gently. “Your leg looks like it healed up pretty good,” She purred. Only a faint mark that she could see that it had ever been broken. It did, however, smell like it hadn’t been washed in three months, and that was not a pleasant smell. “How’s it feel, Haz?”

Hamish watched his foot. "Like it was reborn." This pulled a small laugh from the nurse as she rubbed soap onto the cloth then moved back and began scrubbing Hamish's leg clean.

“Compared t’ the last time we saw it, it practically has been.” She kisses his temple gently, and watches the nurse scrub his leg clean. “Is it tender at all?” She inquires. He’d need to build strength back up in his leg- and support further healing- which is what the walking boot was for. But, the boot could come off, and give his leg air time.

Hamish rolled his ankle again. "Like this… a little. That could change when I put weight on it though." The nurse nodded and then rinsed of the cloth, coming back to finish up cleaning his leg.

Skylar nodded softly. “You’ll want t’ take it easy then, n’ work ya leg back up t’ where it was, Haz.” His hand gets a gentle massage as his leg is cleaned, and she smiles faintly. “We’ll see how you’re feelin’ though, after ya first couple o’ steps.”

The nurse finished up cleaning his leg and began cleaning up the plaster. "You can try putting some weight on it while I clean up, then I'll get you fitted with a boot." She said.

Hamish nodded and sat up, moving slowly. He placed his feet on the floor and held the chair as he slowly stood up, keeping most of his weight on his good leg. He slowly eased weight onto his leg.

Skylar watched him with some concern, keeping a careful eye on him. She lifted herself out of her chair, and hovered close by just in case he needed her. “Remember to go easy, Haz,” she says gently. “But you’re doin’ good, sugar!”

He watched his legs as he stood up normally, his brows furrowed together slightly. "It's a little sore." He said, he reached out to hold Skylar’s hands and took a small more shuffled step forward.

Skylar had no trouble taking his weight and supporting him with her hands as he took a shuffled step forwards. Pregnant she might be, but useless she was not, and she didn’t have a problem catching him if he were to fall. “I imagine so- ya haven’t been usin’ it for several months. It’s probably wonderin’ what th’ heck ya trying t’ do to it.”

Hamish smiled. He kept walking very slowly, stopping after each step to wiggle his toes slightly.

Skylar watched him wiggle his toes, and quirked a little grin at him. It was good to see him back in higher spirits. “Ya toes are wigglin’ almost as much as th’ baby is.” She grins at him cheerily. “Heh. How ya doin’, Hamish? Leg still holding up okay?”

He nodded, his smile wide. He was happy; it felt nice with the sweaty, smelly cast gone.

Skylar smiled to him, and leaned up just a bit to kiss him.

Once the mess was cleaned, the nurse politely cleared her throat. “Alright, Mister Parker- if you’d like to sit down again, I can get you fitted with a boot so you don’t strain your leg.”

Hamish turned and looked back at the chair. He had managed to get himself almost a meter and a half away from the chair and now he would have to get himself back there. He reached out trying to grab at the chair so he could use it to hop himself back over to it.

Skylar rolled her eyes, and tucked herself under his shoulder instead, and had him use her for a crutch. “C’mon, handsome- don’t need ya fallin’ n’ hurtin’ somethin’.” She helped him hobble back over to the chair, and got him seated again, before going to sit herself back down as well.

The nurse simply giggled at him for a moment. “Alright- may I ask what sized shoe you wear, Mister Parker?”

He looked down at his foot and bit his tongue between his teeth then looked at Skylar. "Uh… the one that fits. I think… like a… 12 or something, shit… uh," He sat up and pulled his boot off. "This is a 13."

“A thirteen then.” The nurse nodded. She got up and went over to the counter, and began rifling around inside, before pulling out one of a proper size.

Skylar smiled slightly and chuckled. “Y’ got big feet.” She chuckled. “So do I. At least, for a lady, I do.” She wore an eleven to a twelve in women’s shoes- which was about a ten in men’s, depending on the shoe.

“Tall people generally do have larger feet.” The nurse smiles slightly. She returns, and kneels down again, carefully opening up the boot from the front, and then easing his leg into it, so she could start buckling it up and testing the fit, and trimming the straps to the size they’d need to be.

Hamish watched how she did it so he would be able to do it for himself later, it was still kinda bulky and odd. But if it meant he could walk around and look after, and help Skylar than he was more than happy.

Skylar also watched, perchance she caught anything Hamish missed.

The nurse was quick and careful about doing up the straps, and then trimming them once they were at a decent length. She sat back on her heels, and gave him a smile. “Alright, Mister Parker. Why don’t you stand up and test it out? You should be good to go, but an easy lap around the room will let us know if I need to make any adjustments for you.”

Hamish stood himself up again and put his weight on his leg. He smiled and looked up. "It feels good." He made a small lap around the room.

“Alright then.” The nurse smiled, and straightened. “You’re good to go then- just take it easy with your leg, or we’ll be seeing you back here again.”

Skylar hefted herself out of the chair and grinned at Hamish. “Look at you go now,” she grins cheerily. “You’re up and moving.”

Hamish laughed. "I'm one of the big kids again." He joked, he wrapped his hands around Skylar’s and walked with her out of the room and back towards the waiting room.

Skylar linked their fingers, and enjoyed being able to do so. “Ya get t’ have your big boy toys back.” She teases, and fiddles around in her purse to fish out the keys. They’re handed back over to their rightful owner, and the pregnant skeleton gives a content sigh as they reach the waiting room once more.

Hamish jokingly kissed the car keys. He let Skylar sit down but used the waiting room as a chance to practice walking until they where called. He felt like a toddler learning to walk all over again, a little wobbly but getting the hang of it.

Skylar crossed her legs but simply watched him walk with a smile on her face as he practice and improved.

Again, their wait time wasn’t long- she’d just started to get comfortable, when a nurse came out and called her name. “Skylar McQuillin?”

Skylar grunted and hauled herself upright, and waved to the nurse. “That’s me!” She smiles. “C’mon, Hamish. Ready t’ see our lil’ one’s gender?”

Skylar instantly pulled Hamish from watching his feet. He spun around and grabbed at the wall to stable himself before following after Skylar. "I've been waiting to see them again since last time we where here."

She chuckled, and offered her hand out to him with a warm look. “That you have been.” She agrees lightly, slowing down to allow him to keep up without stressing his legs.

He walked with her, hobbling slightly as they made it into the dark ultrasound room.

"Now Skylar, would you like to hop up on the chair for me, please."

Skylar nodded to the nurse, and hopped up into the chair after dropping off her purse. She undid the button of her maternity jeans, and folded them back to that the ultrasound tech could get at her belly. She also tugged up her shirt, showing off the growing bump.

Her eye lights glimmered excitedly at Hamish, and she all but trembled with enthusiasm. She held still all the same, though just barely. “Fifty-fifty chance of a boy or a girl,” She grins. “Wonder what we’re gonna have~”

The nurse smiled and began prepping Skylar the same way as last time.

The screen clicked on and the nurse began rolling the wand around Skylar’s belly. "Oh, there we go." She said. "Wow, it’s gotten a lot bigger- this is a good angle so I'm going to take a photo here and do some quick measurements.” She focused on the screen for the moment, measuring each part of the baby and writing it down. "Okay, now lets see if I can get a good look at the pelvis"

Hamish sat forward in his chair, watching the monitor with wonder.

The nurse froze the screen and zoomed in slightly. "Congratulations, it's a little girl."

Skylar watched the screen with rapt attention, her eyes glued to it. She watched the little one moving and squirming around inside of her and was able to place the ticklish feeling to the shape of the limb as it twitched and lashed out inside of her.

However her mouth popped open as the results were announced. "A little girl!" She beamed. "Oh, that's wonderful! We're gonna have a lil' princess to love, Hamish."

Hamish stood up and lent over to press kisses against Skylar’s face.

The nurse took a few photos for them and left them to have their moment while she cleaned up.

His peppering of kisses had her laughing with shaky happiness, and once her belly was cleaned of gel and her pants were buttoned, Skylar rotated in her chair so she could loop her arms around his neck and hug him. A little girl- that was absolutely perfect. “H-heh. Our little girl,” she smiled, “she’s gonna be perfect, Hamish.”