#new blog will probably be a saturday ready

[thoughtfulfiction]

Little Duckling

Author’s note: reposting my old work on this side blog! Let me know if you’d like to read a specific one. Thank you for reading!

Warning: pregnancy and childbirth

Saturday 10pm

Justin had been asleep for almost two hours as you folded laundry and put it away in the nursery. Your induction was scheduled for Monday morning promptly at 8am and everyone within the Chargers organization knew that this was happening because your husband absolutely hated taking the day off. But this was understandably a special exception to the rule. You’d spent the last 9 months mentally and physically preparing yourself for this moment but the idea of having a human being relying on you for everything was still such a daunting task that you almost wished the day wouldn’t come. Not until you felt completely prepared at least.

And then the ache in your back and hips reminded you that your baby girl was quickly running out of room and would be making her entrance soon, whether you and your husband were ready or not. On the bright side, your stomach had dropped significantly in the last few days, allowing you to breathe easier and for Justin to poke fun at your pronounced waddle. He affectionately started calling you Mumble last week, from Happy Feet. The dad jokes were coming in strong.

You heaved yourself out of the chair you were parked in and were headed off to bed before a slight pain wrapped itself around the base of your stomach. The pressure moved from the back to the front, settling on a spot underneath your belly button. You stopped walking and used the wall to support yourself, rubbing small circles around the area until it passed. As a Braxton-Hicks veteran, you continued your trek to the bedroom, completed your nighttime routine and headed off to bed.

Sunday 2am

It happened again. The slight twinge of discomfort had you holding your breath for about 15 seconds before letting go and you had to take several deep breaths to recover. After a few minutes everything was normal again and you had to turn around to make sure that Justin was still asleep next to you. Throughout your pregnancy he’d become a much lighter sleeper, often waking up at ungodly hours to get you snacks or a few nights when you caught him talking to your belly, whether it was talking about the playbook or just telling her he couldn’t wait to meet her, it warmed your heart just the same. But you were thankful for now that he just missed that entire exchange because you were definitely not in labor…right?

Sunday 7am

You were definitely in labor. On a Sunday, when the Chargers were playing the Broncos at home. Of course. You’d experienced three contractions so far, just about four hours apart so you had plenty of time. There was no way in hell you were telling Justin. As soon as it was appropriate, you scooted yourself out of bed and went down to the home gym for some prenatal yoga and a good stretch, hoping it would provide a boost of positive energy. Then you hopped in the shower, allowing the warm water would relax your tense muscles and maybe help you delay the inevitable.

By 8:30 Justin was awake and making breakfast for the two of you while you sat on the couch watching New Girl. He brought your plate and a cup of orange juice to you which you were grateful for, but the thought of putting anything but the juice in your body made your stomach turn.

“Are you alright? You’ve barely touched your avocado toast and you’ve been devouring it the last few days.” He ran a gentle hand on your forehead like he was checking your temperature and caressed your cheek when he realized you weren’t abnormally warm. “I can make you something else before I leave if you want?”

“No, I’m fine! Just not hungry yet, I’ll probably eat later.” You lied through your teeth, desperately hoping that he would let it go. The excuse seemed to satisfy him enough for him to head back upstairs to watch some film and get ready. An hour and a half later, he headed downstairs just in time to find you stretching out your back, the cramp beginning to wash over you.

He replaced your hands with his own, slightly lifting your stomach to take the weight off for a bit. “Your stomach is hard as a rock,” he observed furrowing his brows and starting to piece things together. “Are you sure everything is ok?” His soft voice attempted to mask his worry filled words.

“Yeah I’m having a fake contraction, you know they’re so common these days.” You rushed out, attempting to use his extensive research against him. He could probably write his own version of “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” with his newfound pregnancy knowledge. It was both impressive and scary how much he had grown to know what’s going on in your body before you did.

Although he nods his head in understanding, his face is still full of distress. And you could tell he was analyzing your words and tone of voice for any sign that you were lying, leaving you to mentally curse at the fact that he knew you so well and you’d need to work extra hard to convince him to go on like this was a normal day.

Although he let out a deep sigh, he didn’t ask any further questions. “I know, I just hate the thought of you being in pain and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

You tap his wrist so he can slowly drop your belly and you turn around in his arms. “You’re so cute, but it really isn’t that bad. A lot less painful than playing with ankle that’s hanging on by a shoestring I can tell you that.” You chuckle, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back and you felt compelled to return the favor, sensing he too needed some comfort. “Here’s what’s gonna happen today though. You are going to go and kick Denver’s ass then you’re going to come home, we’ll celebrate and then tomorrow you’ll be on your way to being the greatest dad to ever live. How does that sound?”

Justin chuckles, giving you a peck on the lips, nose and forehead. “If I’m half as good a parent as I know you will be, then I know I’ll be golden.”

“Stop it before I start crying, you know I’m super hormonal right now this isn’t fair.” You mumble, tears brimming your eyes. He gives you one last kiss before reminding you to call your friend Dani to stay with you, even though your moms were on their way to your home.

Once he pulled out of the driveway you could relax, letting out a deep sigh and patting your swollen middle. Crisis averted.

For now.

Sunday 12pm

Contractions were officially every hour and Dani was trying her best not to freak out in order not to freak you out. But she was definitely freaking out. What started out as more intense period cramps were becoming a lot sharper, so much so that you couldn’t even focus on Encanto, which was the last sign you needed to know that this was the real thing. You did manage to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and take a nap while she was with you, fluffing your pillows and telling you that you were doing amazing. Three hours later, there was a knock at the door and Dani went to open it for Holly and your mom. The two becoming best friends was probably the cutest thing in the world and your mom had even flown to Oregon three days before just to spend time with Holly and drive to California with her. They were the sweetest. And of course they brought snacks. There were lactation cookies for you in the freezer already but they brought more and they brought an abundance of food to eat during the game, which usually would have made your day, but today all it did was make you want to stick your face in the toilet.

You greeted the two women with hugs as Dani helped set up their spread and they immediately asked how you were feeling.

“I just woke up not too long ago so I’m feeling great now. Very ready to not be pregnant anymore so I can see my f—ohhh wow. Ow.” You groaned, one hand on your contracting belly and the other gripping the counter for dear life.

Dani’s eyes bug out of her head as she moves to rub your back. “That was the roughest one yet.” She was right, this one left your whole body sore, a loud reminder that things were definitely moving along.

“This one?” Your mom questions, looking between you and Dani. Then, she and Holly exchange a look.

“Oh my gosh sweetie, you’re in labor!” Holly exclaims, “we need to get a hold of Justin immediately. I’ll call Mark, I’m sure he’s already at the stadium.”

You cannot shake your head fast enough, “there’s no need to call him yet, that was the first bad one. And this game is important.”

“It’s Justin hun, every game is important,” Holly laughs, giving you a loving squeeze.

“But you know what’s even more important to him? You and that baby girl that’s getting ready to meet us soon. Are you sure you don’t want to tell him now?”

“I’m sure,” you sigh, allowing your mom to guide you back to the couch, sinking down into it with a groan. “Once the game is over he’ll be here and we’ll go have a baby. But not a moment before.”

Admittedly, it was getting harder to focus. Justin was playing great, but of course so was Bo Nix. The Chargers would score and the Broncos would answer. The Broncos would get a stop and the Chargers would force a punt. You were entertained but the battle happening within you was the most interesting one to the people in your house.

Your mom had gone down to find your birthing ball, which helped for about half a quarter, just in time for a Ladd McConkey touchdown to put the Chargers up by 10. By the end of the third you were forced into a squat behind one of the couches, spreading your legs to hopefully ease the increasing pressure on your hips. You breathed through the contraction, the sensation sending a pins and needles feeling near your tailbone. Holly made sure you stayed hydrated, having secretly texted her husband halfway through the fourth quarter when the game was firmly in hand to have their son home as soon as humanly possible. Contractions creeped on 30 minutes apart, leaving you panting and groaning in discomfort until your muscles relaxed.

Fifteen minutes later, you were pacing around the living room and you had to stop to hold onto the couch again, your mom helping you roll your hips as you felt thin beads of sweat building around your hairline. Things were getting real and scary and you needed Justin.

“What time is it?” You murmured, cupping your stomach with a hiss as the baby moved.

“It’s 7:15 and he’s on his way home, baby.” Your mom whispers, sensing your increasing distress, “he’ll be here soon.”

“My back hurts,” you state suddenly, a slight tremble in your voice. “Everything really hurts.”

Your mom grabs at your hips, squeezing them together to apply counter pressure, giving you momentary relief.

Dani was in charge of timing contractions and all you knew was the moment in between them where you could actually form a coherent thought. Time was no longer real. You headed upstairs for some time to yourself and a wave of nausea hit you and you emptied probably everything you’d eaten the entire day, which in hindsight probably wasn’t much. But you weren’t in the headspace to think clearly right now. You walked back towards to the bedroom and clutched the doorway, visibly feeling the heaviness of the baby moving down, almost sending you to your knees if it weren’t for the solid, calming presence that was suddenly in front of you.

“Hey babe.” You breathe out, feeling a little unsure that your legs were capable of holding you up until you could sit on the bed.

He pulled you into his arms as close as your belly would allow and pressed his lips your forehead. “Hi. Glad I could make it back in time. I knew something was off with you this morning,” he narrowed his eyebrows at you when he pulled away, walking you slowly back into the room placing a firm hand on the small of your back, making circles with it while holding your hand with the other. “Alright baby…how long have you been in labor?”

You let out a dry laugh at his disappointed dad look. “Since 10 last night I think? But let’s focus on the important things, you played great and you won but man you guys really took a minute to shut the door on ‘em.”

“Right, the important things.” He says with a knowing smile. “I know you love football as much as I do now, but if you told me earlier I would’ve been at your side in a heartbeat. You know that, right?”

God, you hoped your baby had his caring heart. “I do know that, I really do. But I also knew that you’d be able to do both. The Chargers are your family too and—”

A contraction creeped up on you, leaving you to hold onto your husband’s forearms with a sharp sound of pain, the pressure reaching an overwhelming peak that you hadn’t experienced before.

“Squeeze as much as you want, it’s okay.” His voice attempts to soothe you but you couldn’t hear him over the animalistic grunt that escaped you. Your body tensed involuntarily and he could see your stomach hardening as the tension continued to build. There was nothing more he could do than hold you through it, until something gave way and the floodgates opened…literally.

Even he sounded breathless by the end of it. “Your water just broke.”

Sunday 10pm

Contractions in the house were terrible. But contractions in the car, with no cushion from the water bag made it feel like she was right between your legs.

“Justin, you have to go faster. Please.” You panted out, desperately clutching the grab handle and leaning your head back with a loud moan. “Can you turn on the air, I’m dying in here. And I need to put the seat back, my back is killing me, I’m sorry.” You felt like a turtle stuck on its back, waiting for someone to turn it over and set it free.

“Yeah, yeah do whatever you need. And you don’t need to apologize,” he pats you on the leg, “do whatever makes you comfortable, we’ll be there soon.” He kept looking between you and the road, slightly worried that he’d have to deliver the baby in the car. The only thing that slightly reassured him the whole drive was your sigh of relief when the fan came on. First babies were supposed to take a while but he’d missed the entirety early labor, so from the sounds that he was hearing he figured you were in or at the very least extremely close to the transition stage. His grip on the steering wheel tightened and remained that way until the birthing center came into view. Your parents had called ahead and would meet you there when given the word, so all you had to do was check in and you were brought to your private suite.

Seven centimeters dilated and without painkillers made your husband question any football toughness he thought he had. You were so close to meeting your baby and he was a mix of anxiousness, nerves and excitement. Most of all he felt so much love and admiration for your determination and strength. Holding off on telling him you were in labor so he could be there to get the job done with his teammates was one thing and it was a complete whirlwind to be there with you while you worked to bring your baby into the world.

Once he was finally able to tear his eyes off the baby’s heart monitor, all of his focus was back on you. He wasn’t going to say anything but the agony in your voice was really starting to take a toll on him. Months of mental preparation for this moment was nothing like the real thing and he felt utterly helpless, desperately trying to maintain some sort of control and be helpful in any way.

“Honey you’re shaking, are you cold?” Without even giving you time to answer he was up on his feet, reaching for his bag to grab the blanket he’d seen you drape over yourself on several movie night occasions.

You shake your head while your teeth continue to chatter, reaching for his left hand, “I think it’s the adrenaline. I’m okay I promise,” you shift uncomfortably in bed, trying to just go along with how your body is feeling and reacting. Your belly tightens, a white hot pain generating an unexpected moan as you palmed your stomach. Justin places his hand on top of yours, whispering to you that the contraction is almost over and constantly reminding you that you’re doing great.

The two of you decided to use gravity to your advantage and walk around the building since the entire floor was closed off at your husband’s request. He couldn’t risk anyone leaking the most private and cherished moment in his life.

“I can’t believe this is our last night as a duo.” Justin whispers, walking at a snail’s pace while you waddled alongside him. “It’s been a great ride, pal.”

“Wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else. And I have a feeling this ride is going to get a lot more interesting from here on out.” You gave your belly a soothing pat.

He strokes your back as you sway your hips again, “thank you for choosing me to be the one that gets to do this with you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, more than anything in the world.” You grin, pulling him in for a soft kiss. His hand cups your face as he pulls you in even closer. The kiss oozed joy and gratitude. Your husband wasn’t a man of many words, but his actions spoke volumes.

You squeeze his arm again suddenly as pain bubbles deep in your core and you rip yourself away from him to press your lips together to stifle a yell. “We need to get back to the room. Now.”

The noises leaving your body would have horrified you if you weren’t already sitting backwards on the toilet wearing only an oversized t-shirt, with your legs spread and the man of your dreams digging his thumbs into your back. “Harder please,” you groan, feeling like your tailbone is seconds away from shattering.

“I’m not getting a break,” you cry, clenching your jaw, leaning back and asking him to help you up. He hooks his hands under your arms and basically lifts you to your feet. “It’s not stopping, I can’t—oh fuck.” It felt like you were going to throw up, but out of the other end, which could only mean one thing. “She’s—Justin she’s coming right now. I have to push.” You took a breath and focused completely inward, your entire body going rigid, shaky straining sounds of effort pouring out of you.

The quarterback immediately sprang into action,“easy babe, breathe. I’ve got you.”

You held onto one of his hands and moved into a squat on your shaky legs as he pressed the red button on the side of the bathroom door, allowing your midwife to come in.

The baby felt like it was seconds away from falling out, everything suddenly feeling like it was moving a mile a minute. The midwife was saying something but the ringing in your ears was so loud you couldn’t focus on anything but getting your baby delivered.

After another throaty shove, you came back to yourself a little, feeling a gentle hand rubbing your shoulder. “Babe? You gotta slow down. Take a second, I can already see her a little bit you can give yourself some time.”

“I can’t, the pressure is too much!” Tucking your chin to your chest, you let out a yelp as you push again, using him as a solid wall to rest against as you spread your legs to give your baby more room. “Holy fuck your baby is huge,” your husband and the midwife both laugh, “I’m sorry it’s just—this is really hard.”

Pushing felt good, even though it left you shaking like a leaf in a cold and sweaty frenzy. At some point during the delivery he’d pushed your hair back with his lucky headband that was always around his wrist if it wasn’t on his head. It was the most intense experience of your life but you took one look at those bright green eyes and he reminded you that he was with you the entire time and you knew you could do anything with him by your side.

Remington Grace Herbert was born Monday morning at 1:42am with those exact same eyes that you fell in love with.

“Hi Remi,” Justin sobs, kissing her cheek. “We’ve been waiting for you, baby girl.”

“She sure knows how to make an entrance.”

You hand her off to her dad after scooting over to give him more room on the bed. He wraps a free arm around you, securely holding her in his other one, totally in awe. “She’s so perfect. You’re perfect. You did so amazing, I’m so freaking proud of you.” He kisses the side of your head.

You cuddle into him with a content sigh, “Our perfect little duckling is finally here.”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Taking a Week's Break

Hey gang 💜🖤

So, I've decided I'm going to be taking a little break at the same time as my first summer break from work... I've a lot of things I need doing this week with my family, I REALLY want to work on my already-long-put-off FTH pieces, and I need to decompress a bit and not spend so much time on a computer, so I think this is a good time to just relax and focus on me.

So starting TODAY (because I don't have any new list ready for Sunday, LOL), Saturday, June 22 until Monday, July 1 I will be limiting my online time as in "I'll post new stuff if I feel the energy for it". I'll return on July 2.

Here's the dealio:

The ONLY GUARANTEED NEW THING will be my Five Fics Friday on the 28th.

I'll STILL have a fic reblog for Sunday the 23rd, Wednesday the 26th, and Sunday the 30th, so my blog will still be fun and exciting!!

Asks and submissions will remain OPEN, so please feel free to still send them. If I have some time or am able to mentally tackle them, I'll answer them. I appreciate anything coming in, so I'll have content when I come back.

Please still send me fic list requests. I am in DESPERATE need for new list requests A lot of the reason I am not posting a list this weekend is because I DON'T HAVE ANY READY. I want to spend some time making a few new lists if I can but if someone recs something I can already post, it will make me happy 💜

Honestly, you guys probably won't even notice much of a difference, basically I just want the "it's okay to not post something new" feeling that I have when I work on my blog every night.

Thank y'all for your understanding 💜

And this is more for myself, here's the old Pinned Post with the Blog Index to replace after July 1 💜

[applebinnie]

▶︎ˏˋ aye-aye, captain! >< ´ˎ˗

𖦹 part I ! 𖦹

ᯤ fishing boat operator!leehan ᯤ

→ Your neighbors back in your family province owned a really cool fishing boat. The sweet couple taught you how to use it so you could help with fishing duties during the summer. However you stumble upon the said boat, which is now (unfortunately) under the management of their oddball of a son. 

warnings: none! except for the fact that I'm vv mid at writing and it's my first time writing in eng so please reduce your expectations to ground level 😭

💭: I'm still experimenting with the whole y/n thingy, and I was thinking, should I name mc yuu or should I just keep it at y/n? lmk!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

You woke up at the crack of dawn to get dressed and ready. It's the summer, and that means you'll be staying at the province! You looked forward to everything the place has to offer, from the fresh air to the salty fragrance of the beach. But one thing you always look forward to is the nice family next door and their cool fishing boat! You can't recall if you still know how to use it. The captain gave you a crash course on how to operate it last summer, but you weren't really able to give it a go yourself. You decided that the first thing that you wanted to do today was to fish!

You see the captain and his wife smiling upon your arrival. They always treated you like their own daughter, greeting you with a warm pot of your favorite soup and a kiss on the forehead. It was always like that, except now something is missing from the usual greetings. Aside from their dog, Connie, there had always been a third figure peeking from behind Mr. Captain, waiting for the right time to jump and chase you around the front porch.

Leehan, the couple's only son wasn't around to welcome you, which was odd, considering that he was always the first one to approach and show you his new fishes or brag about their cool boat. He always trailed closely behind Mr. Captain, carrying his adorable little Connie. You always thought he was a little weird, but that doesn't mean he isn't the sweetest boy you've met.

"I haven't seen him since this morning! that boy ran out the door as soon as he finished eating, I don't even know anymore," Mr. Captain sighed. You finished eating and went out to look for Leehan.

"Han?" you called out. You went out to the sand, but you couldn't find him anywhere! You then saw Riwoo, the kid who always carried around a camera and small packets of bird food to feed the gulls.

"Riwoo!" You waved at him. He wore a beach hat with a wide rim, covered in sand and seaweeds.

"Yuu!" He waved back. Usually, when Riwoo is around, a few steps behind him is Woonhak. You didn't even need to make an effort to see Woonhak, who was clearly behind the mango tree. No wonder he always lost during hide and seek games, because he thought that if he can't see you, then you can't see him either, and the constant peeking and giggling gave him away.

"Boo!" You tapped at Hak's shoulder. He scrambled to hide his phone, sliding it in the pockets of his shorts. "Hey Y/n, didn't see you there, ha...ha." He chuckled nervously. You were starting to think that he was hiding something. You looked behind him.

"Are you okay? Are you looking for something?"

"Nothing, thought you were hiding an insect of any kind to shove to my face. "

Woonhak laughed at your response. But it was true, he was indeed thinking of scaring you with a fake plastic lizard.

Still no sign of Leehan. You figured that he's probably with Taesan at their favourite usual spot: the docks.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

💭: "But val, you're a riize blog!" I had a little too much fun making this I had to restrain myself so I cld finish the other fics during the VERY little free time that I have 😭 also, I had no idea that it was saturday today I legitimately thought it was friday ?!?! anyways I hope you guys like it RAGHRAGHRAGH - val 🧸

[aziraphales-library]

Hellooo ✨ Thank you very much for creating this blog, is an incredible resource!

I would like to ask you if you remember an unfinished human AU! fic based on a Strictly Come Dancing setting (I guess, never watched that show). Aziraphale is the professional dancer, Crowley an actor who's trying to get more attention from the audience to get more roles. At first they hate eachother, but the attraction is undeniable. It's beautifully written by two authors who said they would have probably kept writing again once the s.2 have been broadcasted. I can't find it anywhere, though, and I'm afraid it had been cancelled :(

Thank you very much!

Have a nice day 🎀

I think it's probably this one!

Loosely Ballroom by marginalia_device, mortifyingideal [M] [WIP]

Dust off your dancing shoes, because it’s that time of year again! The new season of Strictly Come Dancing starts TONIGHT on BBC One! A brand new crop of celebs are getting ready to compete for the coveted Glitterball trophy, and they’re a mixed bunch— ranging from beloved telly presenter Eve Gardener to washed-up stage and screen actor Anthony J Crowley.

Whose tango will tantalise? Whose cha-cha will charm us? And who will be doomed by their dreadful, dreadful salsa? Join us every second Saturday at 7pm to find out!

—

Aziraphale is a professional, Crowley is a contestant, and the BBC needs viewers. Does what it says on the tin, if the tin has a whopping great “STRICTLY COME DANCING AU” label on it.

~Mod N

[rashomonss]

A HUMANS WRATH

Part II.V

previous part

taglist: @miridiums-writing, @zerchlia, @aeongiies, @xmoogx

(please lmk if you would like to be added, i don’t mind at all)

a/n: i mentioned this before in another blog but these chapters will be released every saturday as of right now, however if anything changes i’ll be sure to let y’all know! again thanks so much for all the love with this story it means the world!

warnings: mentions of lesson 16, angst, a bit of yelling, panic attacks, abusing the power of the packs

Now then let’s travel a bit back in time shall we?

the destruction of memories

It was finally a peaceful night of relaxation where you could enjoy yourself. Not much was done, just a bit of self care and homework, nothing crazy was needed when indulging yourself. Your whole day had been spent avoiding the demons you were forced to live with.

Per usual they would constantly try and ask about you and your day, but honestly you found no point in giving any of them your time. Finally annoyed you realized that you needed to get out of the house so you were scheduled to meet with the angels and Solomon tomorrow afternoon for a picnic.

You had honestly despised life in the Devildom. It was exasperating to constantly have to give your time and effort to a program you wanted no part in. Well in a sense your first couple of months were great, but after the incident you’d rather not be here. Because who in their right mind would want to stay under the same roof as a murder.

Picking up the current book you had borrowed from the library; you continued where you had left off. It was an interesting story to say the least. The main focus was on a character traveling to an alternate timeline where things played out differently than they remembered. You pondered for a bit on what that would be like only to stop yourself and realize that no matter what happened you’d never want the outcome to change.

The book left a sour taste in your mouth so you decided that was enough for tonight. Getting some extra sleep couldn’t hurt and was probably needed. You were never one to set an alarm since you had gotten used to waking up early everyday for RAD. Fixing your sheets just a tad didn’t make much of a difference when laying in bed. However you were comfortable so in the end it was fine. Interestingly enough that nights sleep was probably the nicest you’ve had in a while.

Well that was until the annoying beeping of an alarm rang through your ears. Confused and honestly upset you sat up trying to find the source of the horrible noise. After a few minutes you finally found your phone under your pillow and turned the alarm off. Since you were now wide awake you made your way to your small bathroom and began to get ready.

However looking at yourself in the mirror had caught you off guard, in a way you looked a bit different. Your eye bags weren’t as dark as usual and your hair looked a tad longer as well as healthier than you realized yesterday. Not to mention your skin had a nice subtle glow to it. Did you always look like this? You pondered as you touched your face.

Shaking your head you looked around at all the products and things that littered your counter. Had your bathroom always been this messy? And these products looked familiar, where had you seen them before?

Walking back into your room you realized the layout was slightly different as well, of course it looked like your room but some new things had to have been added. Walking towards the wall you noticed a new bulletin board hanging where a poster should have been. Upon closer inspection the board was filled with pictures of the demon brothers, the prince and his butler, and the angels and sorcerer.

When were these taken? And why were you in some of them smiling? Inspecting the photos closer your eyes landed on one of you and a certain someone. You both looked to be laying down on a bed; possibly the one in the attic? And he had half of his face snuggled into your neck as you smiled back at him. You had to have taken the picture from the angle you both were looking.

“What the hell.” you had said aloud. Ripping the picture off the bulletin board you held it in your shaking hands. So many emotions filled your mind and you didn’t know how to process most of them so you had turned to your usual outlet for stress. Destroying things.

A loud rip sound was heard as you tore the delicate picture right down the middle. Each picture on the bulletin board followed soon after. Quickly you had ripped all of them off and shredded them to pieces with your hands.

Colorful picture scraps littered the floor around you as you began to feel your chest tighten. A panic attack was coming on and you could feel it. The way it became harder to breathe or even think as the room spun.

These were a common occurrence for your after the incident, and you couldn’t figure out as to why. Could it possibly be from the stress they had caused during your stay here? The constant threats to your life each day made it hard to keep a stable mentally, and after being killed it felt like the dam had broken.

You were only a human after all, you could only take so much. The least they can do is take responsibility for what they had done.

That’s what you believed. However seeing those pictures brought back memories to before the incident, good memories, the ones you tried so hard to keep locked away. But the one with him set you off. How could you even be that stupid? What if you got killed again? He is a demon after all, isn’t that what they do?

Your breathing had picked up as you felt your chest constrict. Hot tears had begun to pool in your eyes due to the lack of oxygen, and your throat ached as a coughing fit was brought on. Falling to the floor you could feel yourself almost dry heaving. Why was this happening now? It was only a picture? You had thought.

The rage you had turned into unnecessary panic, and now back to rage as you began to claw at the carpet. It was all his fault. No matter how much distance you had put between you both or how standoffish you acted he still scared you. That damn demon was to blame for your panic attacks. This was all-

“MC!” a voice called out to you. “What’s goin’ on are ya ok!? Here, come here!”

What? Who is that? The voice sounds familiar but it was hard to see through the tears. Suddenly a pair of arms engulfed you and began to slowly rub your back.

“Just breathe, m’kay” they said resting their head in your shoulder.

“No get off, what the hell-“ you yelled beginning to panic again.

“Mc calm down you’ll only make it worse” The voice said sternly. “Breathe”

Doing as the voice said you slowly but surely tried to regain your breathing, and once it was finally stable you could feel yourself coming down from the adrenaline high. It was exhausting to say to least, however you let yourselves lean into the person holding you.

“there ya go” the voice said caressing your head.

Why did that voice sound so familiar? Looking up the person wiped your eyes with their hand and made a face. “Ya got your human snot all over my jacket, not like I care though” they said laughing.

That brown jacket…it couldn’t be. Finally adjusting your eyes to the light as well as the person in front of you, you realized that it was exactly who you expected.

“How are ya feeling? You ok now? Wanna talk about it?

“Get out”

“Huh?”

“I said get out”

“Mc, are ya sure you’re ok?”

“Mammon I command you to get the hell out of my room! Don’t get near me again!” you yelled at the confused male.

His face looked hurt, more so than usual. Weird? However that didn’t stop him from leaving as soon as you gave the command. He found himself hitting your door, hard. Then he left.

His touch lingered on you, it set your skin on fire, and frankly it made you sick. Running to the bathroom you started the shower and set the water to the hottest setting. Throwing off your clothes you jumped in and lathered yourself in body wash, then began scrubbing yourself till you felt your skin burn.

Once you finally felt clean you changed and packed an overnight bag. You were not going to stay here tonight. No way; the angels would understand, they always did when it came to the brothers, even Solomon was understanding in a sense. They would always let you stay in Purgatory Hall whenever things became too much and today they were way too much.

A sudden knock at your door alerted you. You had waited a second before answering with a stern,“What is it?’

“Mc darling, are you feeling ok? Lucifer sent me to check on you, also Levi said that breakfast is ready whenever you feel better”

That was Asmodeus’ voice, you could tell, after all no one else called you darling. It was a stupid pet name you asked him to drop but no matter what he continued to call you it. “Okay I’ll be out in a minute” you had responded after a second.

“Ok dear, also you should talk to Mammon, he’s sulking and honestly it’s making the whole room depressing” Asmo joked. “I know you didn’t mean it, but still he was just trying to help”

How did Asmo know about your panic attack already? Did Mammon tell all of them? You panicked, what if they thought of you as a joke now? You built their respect towards you through months of harsh treatment and very clear boundaries, but now it would all crumble away because of a mere panic attack.

“Mc..? Sweetheart, are you in there?” Asmo called out after a minute or two. He was actually starting to worry because he had stopped hearing sound from the other side of the door. Mammon had mentioned you had some sort of breakdown this morning and shoved him out of your room in a haste with a few harsh words to follow.

Lucifer came to your defense saying it could have been the building stress you were under so he had sent the fifth eldest to check on you. Completely oblivious to what was going on, Levi demanded Asmo tell you breakfast was ready before Beel decided to accidentally eat your portion. So here he was in front of your room waiting for you to appear in the door frame or even show yourself to him.

You had grabbed the small duffel bag and swung open the door, revealing the demon on the other side. He smiled at you but sadly to his dismay it was not returned.

“You’re in the way, can you move please?” you said obviously annoyed.

Asmo was caught off guard and blinked a few times before registering what you had said. He then moved to the side while looking you over. You had side eyed the demon then walked towards the direction of the foyer. Asmo quietly followed behind you and watched as you quickly turned the corner.

You had finally made your way to the foyer when you began to lose it. “Asmodeus stop following me, it’s making me uncomfortable and for one you should know I don’t like you being so close, so back off”

Asmo jumped at the sudden outburst and all his brothers who happened to be in the foyer turned their attention towards the two of you. Mammon gave a knowing look to Lucifer who in turn sighed.

“Mc I know you’re upset but you shouldn’t lash out at Asmo because of that” Lucifer said stepping forward.

“Oh shut up Lucifer” you said glaring at him.

“Excuse me?” He replied narrowing his eyes at you. The tension had grown thicker in the foyer as all the brothers looked between you and Lucifer.

“Mc-“

“Save it, I’m leaving”

“What? Where are you going?” Beel then spoke up.

“Not like it’s any of your business but to Purgatory Hall, now get out of the way” you said pushing through Lucifer,

“Will you be back for dinner? We were all supposed to go out tonight remember?” Satan then said.

“Yeah! B-but you shouldn’t leave without breakfast, your plate is on the table” Levi said quietly fidgeting with his fingers.

“You look a bit tired did you get enough sleep last night?” Said a voice.

Your head shot around at the sound of the youngest brothers voice. Why was he acting like he cared? As if he could. You scoffed and looked the youngest up and down.

“All of you need to stop acting like you care honestly is bothersome. I have told all of you numerous times to leave me the hell alone what don’t you understand? You demons never listen”

“So instead I’ll force you to. I want all of you get away from me this instant, and don’t show your face or even speak to me unless I allow you. Now leave”

Your words had cut deep but they couldn’t find it in them to say anything due to the command. Each brother was thrown back a bit due to the sheer anger of your words. They felt their mouths shut as they made their way out of the foyer into separate rooms. Each wondering what they did to anger you so.

“Interesting” you had said aloud. Lucifer and Belphegor seemed to obey you, something like that had never happened before. So why now? Not to mention their behavior was also weird, they were more pushy and concerned than usual.

Whenever you told them to stop they would but for some reason they were more persistent than usual today.

You pushed the thought to the back of your mind as you made your way out the door, determined to head to Purgatory Hall. Hopefully a clam presence like everyone there would help ease your mind.

It was only a hope after all.

a/n: so this is a mini chapter, part 3 will still release on Saturday if anyone was wondering!

I had noticed in swap stories like this the other Mc’s pov is never really written or talked about, so I wanted to give y’all the chance to see their pov as they interact with the brothers you all interact with. More small chapters will be released like this when important situations come up. Anyways that’s enough for now, I don’t want to spoil to much lol thanks for reading! <3

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So due to a combination of Wayback machine repeatedly throwing up on me while trying to archive fics, then tumblr throwing up and eating all the posts I was trying to schedule after I finally settled for using fics already archived, I will now be accepting the universe's ruling and taking a break before my brain melts 🫠

I'm sorry to anyone looking forwards to WLW Wednesday/Smutty Saturday, but I probably won't be back until next week. I haven't been able to schedule new fics and I would like to have a couple day's fics ready before I start posting again.

My apologies again and thank you to everyone who has been following, liking, reblogging or even lurking on this blog, I read and appreciate every single one of your tags, comments, replies, etc. Even if don't always reply - This also goes for anons sending in asks to the fic finder! I do see you! I've just been busy and in some cases couldn't find your thing and want to look harder before replying 😅

Thank you for reading and enjoying the archive! I should be back next week, until then... Go play the emulations of Stray Rondo and Sonata of Memories, it's worth it and provides evidence alkahestry works in the world of 03 (and was released 4 months before May Chang appeared in the manga, meaning it's likely Arakawa used Stray Rondo to iron out the kinks in the 'darts/throwing knife girl with healing alchemy' concept before implemening it in canon).

Or rewatch/read The Blind Alchemist and internalize that the 03 concept of the things formed by human transmutation being some level of sentient also carries over to the manga/brotherhood timeline.

Or read the light novels which were written to fit the manga timeline, then partially adapted into 03. Making all characters and storylines at least semi-canon to every known form of FMA.

All FMA is good FMA and I am right :)

[boundless-ut]

📢 Saturday Update!

...so that visual update still isn't quite ready yet. I'm still working on it but moving to Godot means my workflow for creating levels also needs to change! That's taking a little longer than I'd like to adjust to but I think I've just about gotten the hang of it! Beyond just visuals though, this MEGA UPDATE is going to introduce some new and restored systems from the Unity build.

But it's been three weeks. Three whole weeks without a visual update. Since I'd prefer to break this streak above anything else, here's something else...

In the background of everything, I've been working on some redesigns of the cast! One of the earliest antagonists introduced was Candlevera, a mysterious flaming skeleton. Well, his design has received a bit of an update (Left: Old design / Right: New design!)

Setting up his character sprite in game will probably also be a big 'visual update' as I'll have to update my current animation system. It'll be fun to see him in action once he's set up, so I'm excited to get to work on him!

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[elgascreamslikehell]

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by sweet @pirrusstuff but it's already Saturday at my place (and it was Saturday when i was tagged cause I'm in east Europe)) so I'm kinda late for this train and won't be tagging anyone but if you just want to share - plz share!

It's extra piece of the same story cause usually i share on Wednesdays and Sundays.

I use 'fuck' in the meaning of swearing deal with it but i suppose they should have some action somewhere in this story cause well it's time

Eddie wakes up from the smell of pancakes. It's strange. Carla is off today. And to be fair, not that she used to cook breakfast. Somebody broke into the house to make pancakes? Well, good idea, of course, the most probable version. He stands up. Runs a quick internal checklist, physically - more than fine, not even a sign of dizziness, and hey, he was drunk yesterday… oh god, yesterday. Did he do something he shouldn't do? It's a little cloudy in his head but it looks like he was nice. Too nice.  Okay, back to.. 'Eds, you're up? Breakfast!' It's Buck. Buck is a great cook but there's one issue. He's blind. Eddie walks to the kitchen and stands in the doorway 'Good morning. How are you feeling? Oh, Chris, you're already here. Good morning to you too' 'Fine. I'm fine. We cooked pancakes with Chris! So seat down', - Buck's face is so expressive. Now the expression is guilt. Why the hell can he feel guilty? 'Hi dad', - Chris is shining as a new quarter. So, they made it up apparently. That's nice: 'Buck taught me to make pancakes with maple syrup!' 'We don't have maple syrup' 'Yes. So that's a new recipe. Pancakes with maple syrup without any syrup. Anyway, did you know that real maple syrup is…' Eddie laughs. He loves Buck. Like… he knew it for a long time already but somehow it's not getting better, on the contrary, it's getting only worse. Maybe he should stop trying to fight it. And definitely he should talk to Eric. It's cruel. And generally wrong. Eddie can learn how to love him at some point but he would never be Buck.  How did he end up like this? Why? Maybe his parents were right, it's him. He is the problem.  On the other hand, he can learn to love Eric. Be in the relationship. And Eric loves him, so… It's stupid to stop living only because one person you need you just can't have. But he has Buck. Just… not in the way he wants. But he has Buck. They are friends. It's better than nothing, right? His fingers still recall Buck's skin. Invisible Lichtenberg figures. '...Eddie? You okay? Dizziness? Head? What's wrong? Chris, bring my phone please, I need to..' 'I'm fine. Sorry, guys. Just thinking. No need to call anyone. And please, stop waiting for me to die eventually, it was a mild concussion and I'm fine!' 'Yes, but..', - how does he manage to have so many expressions on his face without eyes. And hell how much Eddie misses these eyes  'Forget it. Breakfast, getting ready, school then hospital' Then Natalia takes you away from me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. And Buck smiles. His smile is as wide as a crack in Eddie's heart but he promises himself he doesn't have one.

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[terraliensvent]

Cass here. (From the screenshots)

Normally I’m all for not like. Putting 100% faith in mods of CS, but y’all need to lighten the fuck up. We already know it’s not ALL finals. They said that. They said that they have some personal business to address and that they ALSO have finals. Like come on. It’s final season. I know some of y’all aren’t in college because you’re like, 8, but finals typically happen in the span of an entire season. They don’t all happen at once, but rather within a few months. That’s why mods have to crack down and study, because you know, they have a life and priorities outside of a CS.

Not saying I 100% believe it either, but we need to be realistic and stop assuming the absolute worst just because we’re frustrated. It seems to me that at least Tycho wants things to change and is trying to make that happen. Whatever personal business the mods are dealing with though is important and based on my conversation with them today we’ll have some kind of answer by the end of the day, wether it actually give us any info or not. And if it doesn’t, you bet I’ll be the first to say something.

We’re too quick to vilify some of these mods. Yes the staff MYOs are getting out of hand and they need to step it up with the trait sheets, but do y’all really have nothing better to do on a Saturday than be mad on a drama blog? Idk.

Mod, I look forward to seeing what you and Tycho talked about. They’re very open to new ideas and are by far my favorite mod to chat with. At least you can tell that they care and want to do something. It’s a breath of fresh air compared to what we’ve been getting. Look at what voicing your opinion respectfully does? It gets you answers. We’d still be in the dark if someone hadn’t asked what was going on. (Shoutout to them, I can’t recall who) and you’d all still be mad and speculating over nothing.

It seems like if you’re respectful, the mods will at least hear you out. Especially Tycho. Let’s try and have some class, because let’s be honest— this whole “show” everyone is ready for will probably be a small bump at best, and everyone will go back to hoarding and being whales.

there are some points on here i agree with, and some im a bit hesitant with. im also trying to be a bit more careful with what i say in asks right now considering current circumstances

i think people have a right to be irritated with things, and i also think people have a right to voice things without being tone policed

the bottom line is there are some terra staff who are really rude and who people are less comfortable giving critique to, as well as the fact that there are a lot of people in terras who like to jump down the throats of people who have negative things to say, lots of people in terras have a very toxic positivity mindset

i will say though talking with tycho feels really productive, i plan to make a (hopefully not too big) post going over some of the stuff i brought up and some of the stuff they mention as well so itll hopefully reassure some of you so to you anons please hold off on your asks for a little bit

[a-tale-never-told]

Historical Document#2: The Stasi Biography.

//Greetings everyone, this is Mod Sam. I present to you the second history review of the bunch, the Stasi review. Now I'm pretty sure that most of you were expecting this review instead of the Soviet one, given that the Stasi are currently the biggest threat to the blog as of this season, It would make sense to do an analysis on them and what their tactics and operations are. But due to my poor organizational skills, I instead did the Soviet one first, and that review was... disappointing to say the least, but now I understand why it wasn't as successful: it wasn't relevant to the main story yet.

//That's certainly not to say every historical post should be connected to the story, but given the stakes that we have now, it makes perfect sense to talk about them now and explain why they are so dangerous. How I didn't recognize that earlier is beyond me.

//But anyway, I think I did slightly better here in comparison to the last review, where it got way too overcomplicated for anyone to understand, aside from a few aspects. But I think I managed to make it understandable enough for you guys to understand. An added bonus is that the review is shorter, thus you don't have to spend hours reading it, so that's a drastic improvement.

//Given that I've seen a lot of Stasi-related asks during the story, consider this a firsthand survival guide on the Stasi, and what they do exactly firsthand. Consider them a more terrifying version of the KGB and the North Japanese secret police force, at least for now.

//I just want to apologize for the lack of activity on this blog for a while, aside from answering asks and me complaining. I've calmed down since the last time I made that rant, and I eventually realized that I need to take it easy with you guys and not force you because if there is anything people don't like, it's being told what to do, and I feel ashamed that I tried to do that. I hope you all can accept my forgiveness and just no that I meant no ill intentions towards you guys. I was just... so stressed that day and I pretty much lost it.

//But besides that, I'm ready to possibly get back into the story. If all goes to plan, I should have the next story chapter by around Friday or Saturday at the latest. But in the meantime, you have this file to occupy your attention while I start working on the next chapter, so be vigilant for a new chapter coming out soon.

//To close this post off, let me show you the ID card of Vladimir Putin while he was in the Stasi. And before you ask, yes, this is 100% real and accurate, this was actually what he looked like when he was younger. Viewer discretion is advised.

//At the very least, he had some hair, so I'll give him that.

//This shall probably be the last historical post I do for now, as I prefer to continue working on the story since these posts aren't going to really matter to anyone unless we focus on the actual plot itself. I know I just said that before, but I wanted to add more context as to why. Plus, it's pretty much a slog for me to write these long essays in Google Docs since I highly doubt anyone here reads a Google Doc for a review. Still, though, I hope you enjoyed these reviews as that's all you're going to get untill the end of this arc or even the season, it's up to my own volition on how I shall conduct this type of strategy.

//This is Mod Sam from A Tale Never Told, signing out for now. Have a great rest of the day everyone ^^.

[clatoera]

Have tomorrow off so I’m probably going to now reread your fic from start. Again.

I have read this thing an insane amount of times in the short month I found it.

Currently also in a Broadway/Musical kick so…

So because when I was scrolling Instagram a while ago a song popped up that is essentially Cato in his arena. Lonely King by CH5. I literally listened to the song while reading his chapter and well, I think it fits. I have no idea or context where this song is from but listen to it if you get a chance!

Also Ruthlessness from the EPIC musical by Jorge Rivera-Herrans is such a Clove and Cato song. Probably all of the Career Victors, but mainly these two.

Finnick during his arena is Get in the Water from EPIC the musical. Because the baby boy was Poseidon in his arena with his trident. I really love this musical. My Greek mythology nerd self is obsessed with this concept musical.

Also him and Annie are Wild Uncharted Waters from the new Little Mermaid. She snuck up on him and now he is ready to die for her. I’ve abused the repeat button for this song.

Glimmer definitely makes me think of All You Wanna Do from Six the Musical and She Used to be Mine from Waitress. Just baby girl.

Marvel has anything from the Greatest Showman movie because hello he is the Greatest Showman. Also Lay All Your Love on Me from Mama Mia movie. He’s waiting for Glimmer to make the first move.

Their combined song is Do I Love You Because You're Beautiful from Brandy’s Cinderella.

Hope you are doing well.

Hi friend! This was so funny to see considering I ..dead ass have a degree in musical theater. Like I double majored in college in molecular biochemistry and musical theater, so this cracked me tf up to see.

I won't unpack too much of your song opinions for them because they're yours and I don't know a ton of them, however, I can agree to the glimmer ones only because they were on a medley I did in college for a showcase inspired by wronged women, which also included Cabaret and some others but. I totally agree to that and thought the one from Six was her a LOT actually, like every time i hear it.

The little mermaid song cracks me up because they could have JUST used Her Voice from The Broadway Musical but they chose to like..write an off version of it for that original song nomination.

But I will give a shameless little plug, if you like musicals and mythology, I'd like to recommend Hadestown. My main blog is a Hadestown blog which i've run for 4 years, I've written over a hundred fics for it, but also, i'm driving down to the city to see it with some friends (I made via tumblr!) for the literal 28th time Saturday. It's literally the most beautiful piece of theater I have ever seen. 10/10 recommend if you like musicals and mythology.

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i am glad to finally see Cat after 3 am. Several times i hear her cry 😢 THEN LOOK 👀 SHE DISAPPEARS

i thought it was a continual ⛽️ 💥 GASLIGHTING. Having ppk keneth wilson in training play a cat in pain then act like a 👺 🔥 😇 👹 claiming that i hear 👂 things that are not there.

i tried to tell Gina that GASLIGHTING me to family and friends, police 👮‍♂️ (texting me worst of all a SUNDAY morning pictures of ENGORGED NAKED MEN PRIVATE PARTS and calling me names. Threatening to set MOM on 🔥. Threatening to set me and my stuff on fire 🔥 🔥 showed me gun permit threatening to shoot me. HARMING PISTOL 🔫 THE KIDS K1.0 “OJ Simpson in training, the kid that was shot is dead and the other one 1️⃣ got SECOND DEGREE MANSLAUGHTER” therapy which i asked in 📧 for K3.0 when she 🥊 me on right forearm. Again i asked Riviera beach 🏫 City of Riviera Beach 🏖️ when she 👋 me on left wrist a third assault same arm but higher. Also when K1.0 walked in after 6 pm (winter night - the previous day 3pm 🕒) i went both schools 🏫 near Hypoluxo begging for after school ride BUT 472 being only .9 not according to county guidelines. But I signed in at the wrong school. Front desk lady told me i didn’t need to BUT since the gentleman before me did i would not let that opportunity go by for a record that she walked in again crying 😢 (not the time after 8 while i over heard ☎️ K3.0 something like “in her room” where they always ISOLATE her “ STAY IN YOUR ROOM” “ go to your room” she impersonify from trash looking 👀 for my lost stuff “THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED 🧳 “

K1.0 STONEWALLED A THERAPIST before. No one will say BUT she’s the 1️⃣ that dipped MOM’s fake iPad in Gina’s mop water 💦 one Saturday in winter 2024. Off course the 2 favorites didn’t see anything. She’s a timed BOMB 💣 and to say to children that have gone through so much (you ☎️ 911 for her) “TAKING ONE 1️⃣ FOR THE TEAM”

Sunday 021624 after church ⛪️ Christ Fellowship Boynton Beach Location)⛪️ 🦜 parroting First Lady @hillaryclinton “IT TAKES A VILLAGE TO MURDER SOMEONE” Said Gina’s then favorite & henchmen repeated it.

K1.0 doesn’t need encouragement to hurt people (therapy, maybe 🤔 community services maybe juvenile detention- i tried to mentioned that GEORGIANA THREATENED MOM 🔥THEN ME TO THE VIDEOS ON THE CLOTHES OF THE BAKER ACT 👮‍♂️but was rebuked that wasnt the reason they came here that night.

when i commisora with cat 🐈‍⬛I am sorry you’re ISOLATED IGNORED

GEORGIANAWILSONREALTOR PBC would reply “I’M SORRY YOU’ RE NOT DEAD and other variations

the court is illegal in FL and giving me a ready plea

THINGS ARE COOL 🆒 THEY LEFT ME GIFT 💝 ON DOOR AND KITCHEN TABLE AND WAS GIVEN K3.0’s COLD 🥶 FLU 😷 or COVID last night fever 🥵 throat my head making noise like cha cha cha hand shaking instruments 🥁

🙏✝️🙏

Last night the powerless defenseless poor cat 🐈‍⬛ screeched a cry like someone trying to murder her THEN HER principal OWNER SLINKING TOWARD LIVING ROOM as i opened door. That was a new low

( probably usually happened in Gina’s room or during “water 🚿 boarding torture for a cat… 🐈‍⬛ 🐈 🐱 They’re not dog and are not happy getting wet)

HEALING ❤️‍🩹 IS TOTALLY 💯 👍 POSSIBLE

[kittyfairyblog]

February 12 2025

Meow meow, greetings my friends and followers to another blog entry. I thought I would say thanks for reading if you all do. Now this morning I woke up around 10:40 AM. I quickly got dressed for the day and I made my bed. Once I finished making my bed, I gathered some things to take with me to the front part of the house. I came in the front part of the house just as my mom was coming back home from her doctor's appointment. I talked to her for a little bit and then started my day. I made a sandwich for lunch and just as I was going to sit down my mom returned from getting changed. I helped her get stuff ready to that she can go out to work. She left and I started having my sandwich. This time my mom won't be back home till 5 pm because my sister has college in Alabama. Meow it's been raining again today and so I didn't take Kylie outside for her morning walk. I instead put away the clean dishes and did the morning dishes. After I finished doing the dishes I took out the trash to the carport. I finished doing that and put a new bag in the dining room trash can. I waited for the mail to come after that in the living room. The mail came around 12 something in the afternoon. I didn't want to take Kylie outside with me because it was raining so I went to the mail box without Kylie while holding the umbrella. Meow my T-shirt that I purchased from Redbubble.com came in the mail today. I haven't had a chance to wear it but I probably put it on today after I shower. Meow once I put away my T-shirt in the closet of my room, I grabbed my laptop and my Miyoo Mini which I told you all that I am not selling anymore. I watched a YouTube video while searching for games online. At 12:46 pm I turned the TV off and decided to make some Ramen Noodles. This time I only made one packet of Ramen Noodles. I finished my Ramen Noodles and did the dishes. Once I finished that, I grabbed my headphones from my room. I came back and sat down in the living room. I started this entry. So it's supposed to rain all day long. We are under a flood watch. I hope that it doesn't rain tomorrow.

Yesterday I tried to do some writing in my novel but I just couldn't get back in the swing of writing. So instead I messed around with my Miyoo Mini handheld and watched YouTube.

Meow well there's not much to say. I had been talking to my crush for a while yesterday. She's been busy with work. She works from Monday through Saturday from whenever to 10pm. I kid her that she makes the big bucks but she says she has bills and groceries to buy and or pay. Meow well that's pretty much it for now. I hope everyone is having a good week. Tomorrow is Thursday and that's the day that my sister's family comes over to visit in the evening. Usually my dad works from Monday through Thursday this week and Monday through Wednesday next week. However he is off tomorrow. I guess that's really it for now. Until later, bye.

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Sunday Salon / Sunday Post – A Week in the Life of Dollycas – Weekly Rewind – New Arrivals

The Sunday Salon is a Facebook group that has become an informal week-in-review gathering place for bloggers. It is also a place to share our thoughts about things of a bookish nature. You can also link up weekly on Readerbuzz. The Sunday Post is a weekly meme hosted by Kimberly @ Caffeinated Book Reviewer ~ It’s a chance to share news~ A post to recap the past week on your blog, showcase books and things we have received, and share news about what is coming up on our blog for the week ahead. HAPPY SUNDAY EVERYONE! It was a typical week around here of reading, writing reviews, and organizing book tours. The grandchildren had some fun this week. While Charlotte didn't enjoy playing soccer, and I thought she had quit, her parents made her complete the season and she looks pretty darn happy to get that medal and cookie. We will have to see what next year brings. While the game was going on it looks like our new walker/climber Athena did some exploring. Never fear, Daddy was nearby. Friday night Kaden had a home game and he had all kinds of family there to watch. Thomas was so excited to see his cousin Kaden play. He even leaned over the fence to talk to a couple of other players. Charlotte was a little social butterfly making friends with others in the stands. It was another blowout 57 - 13 raising the team's ranking to #1 in their conference. The other team's scores came after the starters were taken out. The clock also doesn't stop after 1 team is more than 35 points ahead so it was a fast game. Kaden was double-teamed any time he was in the game. I love the pictures Mr. Dollycas and his dad took showing that old intensity is back and hopefully, the concussions are in the rearview mirror. Then on Saturday, we were out the door to go watch Remi play at home when I took a little tumble. Sorry if you felt the earth move. My face/head made contact with the lowest step and my bad knee took the brunt of the fall. Thankfully, I didn't break my glasses but the bridge of my nose hurts along with my knee. I have a scratch on my face and may end up with a black eye. The only blood seen was from one of my fingers. I will probably have aches and pains this week but I will be ready for more football by the weekend. Thanks to Remi's dad I did get some pictures. They won 34 - 16. Per his dad, the whole team looked great and Remi made some nice tackles. Remi always wants to play more but with the combination of the 6th grade with the 7th grade team, the older boys do play more, plus they have several more games to play. I spent yesterday here at my desk but am looking forward to finishing this post and relaxing with a book. How was your week?  Weekly Rewind - September 16 - 21, 2024 Monday - My Reading Itinerary Monday! – Week #38 – 2024 Tuesday - Special Guest – Michael Rands – One of the Authors of Crime & Culpability: A Jane Austen Mystery Anthology #AuthorGuestPost #Giveaway – Great Escapes Book Tour Wednesday - Cozy Wednesday – Murder at the Pumpkin Pageant (A Beacon Bakeshop Mystery) by Darci Hannah #Review / #Giveaway @authordarcihannah @KensingtonBooks Thursday - Halloween Parade Peril: A British Cozy Murder Mystery with a Female Amateur Sleuth (A Dotty Sayers Antique Mystery) by Victoria Tait #Review / #Giveaway – Great Escapes Book Tour @victoriataitauthor Friday - Murder Buys a One-Way Ticket (A Jaine Austen Mystery) by Laura Levine #Spotlight / #Giveaway @KensingtonBooks @LauraLevineBooks Saturday - Apple Dumpling Murder: Paranormal Cozy Mystery (Christmas Catastrophe Mysteries) by Trixie Silvertale #Spotlight / #Giveaway – Great Escapes Book Tour @trixiesilvertale I haven't checked in the books that arrived this week yet. I will share them next week. Happy Reading! Your Escape Into A Good Book Travel Agent Read the full article

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Italy Day 3

None of us slept well last night - Hannah's body clock is not ready for bed even at midnight here (6 PM our time) and the playfulness of the swinging bed was definitely not helping. She ended up in our bed but between her moving around, vespas zipping down the adjacent street outside our window, and people talking outside, it was way past 1 AM before we were all finally asleep. The problem was that we had to check out by 10 AM but also be back at our car by 10 AM (15 minute walk away) and pay for more parking or find a new spot. I was up early to blog and plan out the day, finally waking everyone up from being fast asleep at 9:10 to scramble out of the apartment. Everything worked out fine, and then we had some time to explore Ostuni during the daylight.

It was already brutally hot and walking on the hills and steps with the stroller caused us to get lemon granitas before 11 AM. We walked around most of the town - with the stroller and a cranky 3 year old who complained at all requests to walk on her own, exploring all the little nooks and crannies was not possible. Once we'd exhausted ourselves and felt like we got the gist, we got back in the car and headed to our final destination tonight, Lecce.

Along the way, we stopped at was noted as a beautiful town, Mesagne. We got intercepted by a playground, and once we could pull Hannah away, finally got to the old town center. It was beautiful, but like Martina Franca yesterday, our timing meant that the town was totally shut down for lunch. We ended up finding a small bar that served panini and found that we had some of the best caprese sandwiches we'd ever had. This is how it goes here - totally unseeming places serve the best food because why shouldn't they? Everything is good here and it doesn't take much effort. I will never understand why this isn't possible in the US.

After lunch we decided it was too hot to do much else, so drove to San Cataldo to go to the beach. We found a small resort so we could rent some chairs and an umbrella. It was not the best spot, but from what I remember about biking through San Cataldo last time, it was sort of a vacant feeling town, so things lined up. The wind was intense and so while the view was beautiful and the water was the perfect temperature, it was way too rough for us to go swimming. We stayed by the shore to splash around until Hannah was bored and just played in the sand and collected shells for an hour.

After our terrible experience with parking last night, we feared it could only be worse on Saturday night, so we left the beach by 5:30 to get to Lecce and find a spot. Turns out we didn't have too much trouble, but that's because there was a soccer match and everyone seemed to be at the stadium. We know this only because we had to drive through all the stadium traffic to get to Lecce - and it's totally crazy. People just park on the side of the highway and walk to the stadium, the police close the main sections of the highway, and people are all walking in the street. It was a beast getting through the traffic (we have yet to have one easy access to our airbnb's; with locked or broken doors, parking nightmares, or crazy traffic), but we made it to Lecce finally and found our apartment. This apartment is amazing - huge, bright, and really interesting design features, but just a little treacherous for even adults with all the stairs - even stairs within a room.

We went out to get dinner and walking around Lecce, it is noticeably more metropolitan than the other cities. A larger city, wider sidewalks, more people of color, more expensive stores - they call this the Florence of Southern Italy, and it certainly has that feel. It also has so many bars and restaurants that you could probably eat at a new place every night for a year with no repeats.

Being Saturday night, many restaurants were already booked, so we ended up finding a place that seemed unremarkable, but the food was amazing - the orecchiette and pomodoro sauce was simple and delicious, the pizza was great, the fava beans and chicory was really good, and even the cold cooked vegetable appetizer was great.

With full stomachs, we walked all over the town, and then had our gelato dessert. Hannah turned into a chocolate disaster, and I found a gelateria that I liked from last time I was here that was as good as I remembered.

Back at our apartment I did a much needed load of laundry, Hannah played some games I brought, and we finally made it to bed.

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Late July news and progress for end of summer events!

I'm on track with the stuff for San Antonio during Labor Day weekend in September.

I kinda wanted to host a j-fashion workshop panel just in case I never get another chance or if they really need a panelist, but I think I'd rather relax in the artist alley and not have to worry about stage fright. Maybe I'll write up the panel in my blog instead.

Sort of planned my coord for the mixer on Sunday, just need to make/decorate a hat, maybe some jewelry, and wait for the shoes to come in, and bring a spare coord just in case, which also needs a hat but everything else is ready.

Finished the backup spare casual cosplay I might wear Friday if I feel like it, except for the parts I can't see well on the artwork and don't want to mess with. I also may want to add some piping to the hat and line the jacket just to make it look prettier, but probably won't do so.

Over 50% finished with the actual cosplay for Saturday (only the hardest parts left lol). I need to cut a lining, decorate then sew the haori, put button holes on the jacket and belt loops on the hakama. I'm waiting on the prop to come in from China but don't have much hope, not sure how I'll deal without it cuz I don't want to buy from Amazon, ugh. I also may want to redo the socks. And maybe bring a prop sword.

Before that is the family cruise in August, which I really don't want to go to but might as well get it out of the way before November if you know what I mean. I want to buy a new pair of white sneakers (the previous pair hurt my feet) and a new dress or walking shorts, but will have to try shoes at a local store first before buying online. I technically have newish dresses to wear but not sure about their ease to wear and walk around in on a cruise ship since they are long and get wrinkly so easily.

I think I'm going to skip Windblume the weekend before San Japan so I can relax and catch up on my prep, and also don't know when my nephew has his birthday party, might be that weekend.

After San Japan is the local art market danmei fest, and my costume is uhh 80% done except the most insanely difficult parts once again lol. Maybe I'll learn my lesson one day and sew the hardest pieces first??? Nah. Never.

I'm done with sewing for now, so I'm going to switch gears and work on artwork. As mentioned on my blog or somewhere, I want to have several new fanarts for button badges ready by San Japan to give out. At least 4, although I have low hopes of actually giving them away.

Also need to buy/work on birthday gifts for summer birthdays, ok, I should do that first.

Pretty happy with my progress on these non-vital matters, but actually my house needs cleaning and the yard needs mowing lol.