#not the first step to recovery btw there is no recovery. the first step to accepting this is your life

[skunkes]

[freakwiththeknifecollection]

Admitting you're not normal about the CW's Supernatural is the first step

[theemporium]

hiii, i’d like to request a poly maxiel after danny’s crash in zandvoort - max has to finish the practice and focus on the gp so it’s only the reader that accompanies danny to the hospital and then to spain for his surgery, but max is obviously stressed because he can’t be with danny and you (even though they keep in touch through messages and facetimes) but as soon as he can, max joins his partners in spain and they celebrate max’s win a little to cheer danny up and take his mind off his injury maybe?

i’m not sure about the ending but something like this would be nice if you’re okay with writing this🙈 but it’s also totally understandable if you don’t want to write this! either way, thank you for hearing me out!😇

btw, i love your writing and i also love poly!f1 so this is a match made in heaven for me haha! thank you for sharing your amazing stories with us and i hope you’re feeling a lot better soon🫶

ahhh thank you thank you!! you're so sweet omg🥲also i didn't know how to end this either but thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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Max shouldn’t have felt so on edge when he was the one who insisted you go with Daniel.

He had been notified over the radio when the crash had happened. The second Daniel’s name was uttered, he felt his heart rate spike. He caught glimpses of the crash through the massive screens around the track but nobody was giving him details on how he was, what had happened, if he was going to be okay.

It wasn’t until he was back in the garage after the practice session that he started to mangle the details out of people. You had joined Daniel at the hospital, sending Max a quick update on what was going on and what happened. You told him you would send any updates on his condition.

He didn’t think he was able to take a proper breath until you and Daniel returned to the paddock, this time with a cast on the latter’s arm.

Max could see the conflict in your eyes, so he made the decision easier for you. He told you to go to Spain with Daniel, to be with him during the surgery and the recovery. 

You had insisted that it was his home race, that you should stay with him to be there when he breaks the record. But Max had just smiled and told you that Monza would be where he would break the record, and you would be there for him. 

Daniel needed you right now, more than he did. 

So, you eventually gave in and took Max’s jet out to Spain to meet with the doctor who would be doing his surgery.

It wasn’t like he was totally cut off from you both. He had received a handful of messages—some of them updates, some of them just nonsense—in the group chat that had the three of you in it. Any time he wasn’t in the car or in front of a camera, he had one of you on facetime so he could be there for Daniel in some way too.

But it didn’t ease the tightness in his chest. He felt on edge, he felt off without the two of you by his side and he didn’t like it.

The race was more than chaotic enough to keep his mind off everything until he passed the checkered flag. The second he was climbing out that car behind the number one spot, his mind was on you and Daniel once again, his fingers itching to be close enough to hold the two of you again.

The second his duties for the race weekend were over, Max was catching the first flight out. He didn’t care about anything else. He just needed to be with the two of you again, even if it means skipping his own celebrations. 

“Hey, stranger.” 

The heaviness in his body left in seconds as soon as he stepped into the hospital room, seeing Daniel grinning on the bed with you sitting on a chair beside him. He rushed over before he could stop himself, being careful of Daniel’s arm as he pulled him into a hug.

“Are you okay?” His words were slightly muffled from where he had shoved his face against Daniel’s neck.

“I’m all good, I promise,” Daniel murmured.

Max then pulled away and instantly tugged you from your chair, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you close like you were seconds away from disappearing. “And you?”

“I’m good too, baby,” you laughed softly as you hugged him tightly back, knowing very well that this was what he needed. “Congratulations, champion.”

“Nine in a row, huh?” Daniel wiggled his eyebrows. “Almost reminds me of that time—”

You lifted your head to shoot the boy a glare.

The Aussie grinned. “Never mind.”

Max laughed, something he didn’t like he had been able to do since both you and Daniel left Zandvoort. “I don’t care about the record,” he admitted with a shake of his head. “I’m just glad I’m with you both again.”

“Awww, our little softie,” you cooed as you jokingly reached to pinch his cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah,” he laughed as he grabbed your hand before intertwining your fingers together. “Whatever, we can celebrate in here.”

Daniel raised his brows. “You smuggle a bottle in here?”

Max grinned. “There’s many ways to celebrate without champagne.”

“Absolutely not,” you snorted. “Not in a hospital room, guys. Have some decency.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Daniel grinned.

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[quenchlesslove]

ive been in therapy before, in the past, as a kid. ive learned from that and also just...life in general that when it comes to fucking up and making mistakes (either you hurt someone on accident or on purpose. people have a lapse of judgment and obligatory "people can be bad because they dont care/want to be") you really do have to forgive yourself first before anything else.

this is a post about bill. this is my opinion.

forgiving yourself is the first step in recovery in a sense of trauma and similar veins and bill refuses to forgive himself for what he did, cause it's obvious he feel guilty to some degree for destroying his dimension. and dare i say he feels just as guilty if not MORE for destroying his ties and connections with stanford. (you can't deny that stanford and bill could've been good friends if it wasn't for the manipulation and emotional abuse. stanford couldn't care less about bill's weirdness, he LOVED weird.)

if bill reflected that he fucked up, and it's okay to fuck up in a irredeemable way, i feel like he'd realize that what he did was wrong. (cause he doesn't really understand right and wrong, at least in a human way. (headcanon for the most part))

even if bill didnt get the forgiveness (because not everything deserves it; imo forgiveness is always on the table unless stated otherwise.) he still could find someone else.

the world keeps on turning, for you, for your victims. the victim (stanford in this case) healed and moved on (in lack of better words) while bill is seething and having breakdowns because he can't stand feeling like a peice of shit -- he refuses to touch on his emotions.

the world kept turning when bill destroyed his dimension, the world kept turning when bill betrayed and started manipulating stanford.

bill will have to live with this guilt for the rest of his life, even if he does forgive himself to some degree for the chaos he caused. knowing bill, and this is imo, he won't stop being this way. he's chaotic. he's the all seeing eye.

he'd probably go about things a different way, but you can't take the chaos out of the triangle. lol

i love bill and the guilt he feels for shit is relatable ✌ i feel like no character is irredeemable btw, being redeemed is very subjective.*

*adding into this ACTIONS cant be redeemed but PEOPLE can. anyone can change, BUT it takes effort.

[orange-orchard-system]

Btw it's fine to sometimes get like. Relapses in your ability to communicate with your system members. Like you might want to figure out if anything specific caused it (like stress, illness, etc.) but generally speaking this just happens sometimes and it's not the end of the world so don't work yourself up too much over it. Especially considering that building communication is part of recovery for most disordered systems; it's normal to hit roadblocks or to experience relapses in your recovery from time-to-time. Don't panic if communicating with your system has become difficult or impossible recently. Take a deep breath, return to the basics of what helped you build that communication in the first place, and don't push yourself too far trying to get it back. Maybe it's burnout. Maybe you're going through a rough patch. Maybe you just need a break. Who knows? But working yourself up over it isn't going to help, so try to take things one step at a time. This just happens sometimes, so give yourself/ves patience when it does.

[sonicblueartist]

Rayman x Reader

A/N: This time definetly a romantic one-shot! You two are dating for the sake of this fluffy story~

I, of course, again couldn't think anything else but the Rayman from the games bleh.

I WILL NO LONGER WRITING FOR ANYONE UNTIL I FINISH MY REQUESTS Thank youuu~

So sorry if there is any typo mistakes~

Summary: You and him- cute everyday intimate moments~

Warnings: ... a little bit suggestive in the end

Masterlist

Word Count: no idea once again

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

Good news I find more gifs~

Fruits

He quickly followed behind, "Ah.. to where?"

You push a basket on his chest, "Here take this and follow me." You turn around and start to stroll down in the forest with a happy hum.

You give him a look, "What do you think?"

He huffed realising how stupid his question was, "Okay. But why?"

You coed playfully, "What? The all mighty ray of sunshine don't want to help? Oh, wait, I get it. He was thinking of going back to sleep." You smirked to yourself.

Instead of being offended he hummed with a grin, "Actually laying down doesn't sound too bad right now."

You rolled your eyes, "Well, It's better than sleeping."

"Helping you to collect fruits? Sure." He grinned.

You shook your head, "I am serious. I know you enjoy your little naps but I don't think it won't cause you any trouble helping me with such a small task, right?"

"Who said I won't? Of course I will. You know why?"

"Because you love helping?" You sacrasticly spoke.

He paused, "Well, yes, but it's also because I love helping you."

You shook your head with a smile and grabbed his hoodie dragging him along with you like a little kid. He chuckled at that and quicky caught up to your speed.

You two soon find a nice place to started filling your baskets with fruits. After a while of collecting your eyes landed on his form.

His body screthed up and his hand floated above plucking an apple and put it in the basket. You nibbled with your lip. Since you first laid eyes on him you were always curious and intruged about his anotamy. You aslo never tried to hold his hand before which bothers you a bit knowing he might also notice your avoidance (All couples hand holds after all, right? Would he like that if you do?)... He wasn't weird to you... at least anormal by now... it was just... unusual. You never saw someone like him before, your hesitation is normal, right?

What you mean is... you were just afraid to somehow hurt him. Physically and emotionally. You continue observing him in deep thoughts.

As Rayman reached out to grab another apple, he suddenly froze. He found the new weight and warmth on his back unusual but nothing to alarmed about. His lips turned into a small smile as you leaned on your body against his, it wasn't something you did all the time causing him to also raise a brow in question. Was something wrong? Before he could say anything you spoke, “Should we measure our hands?” With that soft spoken question he blinked in surprise and turn to you. But he didn't question.

"Sure."

He step back and raise his hand out to you. He saw you hesitate as you extended your own towards his. He turned his eyes to yours, hoping that he is at least reasuring you in some way.

When you pressed your hands together, you had a strange feeling. Like electricity going through your body, causing you to want to launch back... Maybe because of you were excited or maybe afraid? You didn't know how to explain this feeling. It felt like... a feeling you had when Rayman was seriously injured before and you couldn't bear to touch him during his recovery.

You give a silent sigh and smiled, "Your hands a bit smaller then mine. Only in height though. Yours is longer in width."

He smiled at you and connected his fingers with yours, his grin widen to see the dust of pink growing on your cheeks. "You are right. But I can still wrap your whole hand in mine."

You chuchkled, "Y-yeah." You squealed when you suddenly feel your other hand snatched by him and pulled towards his body.

He leaned on you, a hand on your back and the other still holding yours. You yelped when he started moving around. You were really confused and flustered a bit, you quickly and catuisly try to match your steps with his, your eyes on his feet to not accidently step on them.

He gently grabbed your chin and made you face him, "My eyes are up here." He whinked with a warm smile making your heart skip a beat.

You scoffed but your expression quickly softened with how lovingly he was observing you. You flushed away from his gaze.

He slowed down a bit, now you know what he was trying to do. Dancing. With an imaginary song. You smiled at that. How silly. Though you didn't resist. Without even relising your tension quickly fade away. You two start to sync even more in time and moved smoothly. He gently twirled you around and dipped you down causing you to giggle.

He laughed along with you as you both continue dancing around. He gently grabbed your hand and let you hold his shoulders (you actually don't know what to call that) and he rested his hands on your waist. You hummed and laid your head on his chest.

You muttered softly, "I didn't knew you would suddenly start dancing out of no where."

"I'm trying my best thanks a lot."

You snorted at that and look up at him, "How cute of you."

"What do you mean? I am always cute."

You found yourself pressed on his chest as his hand supported your back once again dipping you. You bit your bottom lip, "I never said you weren't. You are quite charming too."

"Say something I don't know, prencess."

"Hmm.." your eyes landed on his lips, you swallowed and quickly looked away, "I guess you know everything I am gonna say, huh?"

Your gazes both met once again, his eyes full of desire matching with yours as he leaned in with a whisper, "I might know what you think too..."

Your eyes fluttered close, his lips even softer on yours than you ever imagined. And they tasted like berries. You felt your back laying on the soft ground as he stood on top of you deepending the kiss causing you to let out a little moan.

You gently pushed him away, your hot bretahs mixing with each other as you both stared deep into each others eyes. He leaned in to leave more kisses all over your face slowly going down to your neck only you to push him away with a stuffed laugh. He grinned down at you as you nibble on your lip still tasing him on them. You raised a playfull brow, "Have you've been eating the berries we were collecting?"

He pondered, "Maybe. So what if I have been?"

He yelped and a grunt escaped his lips when he was flipped, finding himself under you, his cheeks supported a strong blush.

"I'll make you pay for that of course."

He chuckled, "Oh, really? What you gonna do about that?" His words come out a bit shaky in the end.

You slowly leaned in playing with the hem of his hoodie causing hin to shiver slightly, you whispered in his ear,"Do you really wanna find out what I am going to do to you?"

He nodded timidly, curious and excited.

You jumped off off him, "I will deprive you of the fruit cake I will bake, of course." You laugh with his dissapoint and surprise face.

He turn to you with a scoff, "I guess that's not the only thing you are deprivibg me today." He mumled out.

"Come help me to carry these back home will you?"

"Sure." He sighed with a soft smile, shooking his head.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Inspired by that one Heart Hunter interaction with Julian, how would the M6 react to a MC who's way stronger then they look?

Btw i seriously have to thank you for everything you do. Seeing you post puts the biggest gein on my face every time, you're awesome!!

The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC is stronger than they look

~ yes. Just ... yes. yes. thank you. and also, thank you for the compliment! knowing that people enjoy my ideas puts the biggest grin on my face too! cheers to you anon - brainrot ~

Julian

He was already very much in love with you before, but DAMN

He does not have enough room in his body for this level of attraction. The first time you display your surprising amount of strength he just about melts into the floor

For such a tall guy, he doesn't have that much mass on him, so having you around is a whole new version of things he didn't know he needed in his life

Pickle jar? He's asking you to open it. Something fell under the couch? He's asking you to lift one end while he bends over to retrieve it

Malak must have dragged his eyepatch back there, silly raven

Any chance to watch you be strong, really

He also adores the chance to get a good feel for your abilities up close, so you can expect him to be a lot more clumsy when you're around

Suddenly he can't step over anything without tripping and falling. He is not safe around stairs, doorsteps, cobblestones, or even that one kitchen tile apparently

He just likes the way you catch him

Asra

They knew post-recovery that you weren't physically weak, but they had no idea just how strong you had gotten

Until he randomly decided to get an overstuffed neon tie-dye couch to go under the window and you managed to get it up the stairs almost completely by yourself

They were completely caught off guard and are now very curious about exactly how strong you are

If you're willing, he'll ask you to lift heavier and heavier things each day until he gets an idea of how much you can manage

They also love to tease, so this is going to be their cue to baby their strong, capable beloved

You could be restocking a part of the shop and he'll take a crate of feathers from your hands and coo at you while he carries it to the next set of shelves

They love seeing you shine, though, so they won't hesitate to ask you for help with something heavy or invite you to try something physically impressive

He just adores everything about you, what else is there to say?

Nadia

The first time she sees your strength her eyebrows nearly meet her hairline. She is very, very impressed

She's stuck between not wanting to make you self-conscious and asking you to do it again so she can watch more closely this time

She'll end up asking you to do it again and then be uncharacteristically distracted for the next fifteen minutes

Will eventually ask why you're so strong

Is it the diet? The lifestyle? The magic use? A spell? The side effects of having the body of an Arcana? Being a shopkeep? A mysterious exercise regimen?

Now that she knows what you're capable of, she'll invite you to join her for more physically demanding tasks

If you didn't know how to fence before, you're about to learn. If weapons aren't your preference, she'll pick up boxing with you

She's not the type to brag but she does like to show off things that she believes are worth praising

She's going to ask you to carry lots of heavy things whenever her sisters are around

Muriel

You have no idea how relieved he is not to be the only significantly strong person in the room anymore

Do you know how awkward it is for him?

Don't get him wrong, he loves to help, but it's a little intimidating when every eye in the room turns to him as soon as someone pulls out a stubborn jar

And it gets even worse when all the attention makes him sweat and he keeps losing his grip

Now he can turn and look at you instead and his hands can stay dry

If you're up for it, he really appreciates the extra set of muscle around the woods. Sometimes the big, old trees fall across the paths, and while he can manage on his own, it's much easier with you around

He secretly loves it when you show a slight competitive side

It's fun to unnecessarily move a boulder across the clearing just to wait for you to not-so-subtly try to lift it yourself a few hours later

He has to be careful though, because he might choose something too heavy and then feel guilty when you pull your shoulder

Portia

Ilya was feeling petty when he stopped by earlier, which means he put a bunch of things on the top shelf again, and she's on her toes trying to reach them because she doesn't like using the stool, and -

Oh, that's so much easier, how are you able to pick her up like she doesn't weigh anything at all?!?

She's read about this in some of the fairy tale novels in the palace library and now she's even more convinced that you came straight out of a book

Mysterious? Magical? A partner in crime? A partner in crime who can dramatically carry her to safety? Be still her beating heart

She will ask you recreate scenes with her out of curiosity. What's it really like to be princess carried around the house? Can you uproot a small tree with your bare hands?

If a shipment of something heavy comes in she'll drag you to the back entrance to see if you can lift it (and to show off who she's dating to the palace staff)

She's also surprisingly strong, so heaven forbid someone ticks you both off during introductions on an ambassador visit. Those handshakes are going to hurt

Lucio

He likes to think that he's the brawn to your brains in your relationship, so when he sees you with both he's not sure how to react

Does he want to test his strength against yours and prove himself? Yes. Does he also want to receive the princess treatment? Yes

He'll go back and forth on how to proceed

Maybe he'll challenge you to an arm wrestle and let you win so you have to promise to protect him if anything happens

Maybe he'll just use his gauntlet to point out that yeah, you're strong, but he bets you can't do THIS (... oopsie)

A few broken tables later he finds that teaching you to fight is much better. He gets to admire your strength up close and still show off what he's good at

He also gets to give back, in a way. You've contributed so much to his growth as a person, now he has the chance to help you flourish too

He will brag about you in every town you stop by until the stories he tells become rumors that turn into legends

You're tired of disappointing new friends when you can't split a mountain in two with a flick of your wrist

[crazylittlejester]

First time sending an Anon ask but kinda wanted to share some pretty dark BotW Warriors angst my sibling and I came up with without explicitly tying it to my regular blog. Btw it’s been a while since we came up with this AU and haven’t touched it since so bear with me as I try to remember it. It was inspired by a few art pieces and another fic I read that I forgot the name of.

So the whole thing was inspired by the Hero’s Shade. The concept goes that after each Link in the Chain dies they remain as ghosts in the world, waiting for the rest of the chain and being like guardian spirits of Hyrule. How the ghosts are here isn’t really important, just that they are. They spend time between times mostly just sleeping. When timelines split they themselves don’t, they’re just stuck in one time stream or another until the timelines remerge. The ghosts can sort of impact the living but can’t do many major things

Eventually 8/9(?) of the Chain are reunited in death. Chain as family and they all prepare to wait for Wild. They sleep so long but eventually Wild draws the sword and they all become aware of him. The ghosts trail after their ninth and watch over him from beyond the grave (gathering blackmail as they go) and also mentally prepare themselves for the eventual Calamity.

On the day of Zelda’s 17th birthday, the Links are a bit scattered. Most of them were with Wild, but respectfully didn’t follow him up Mt Lanayru. Legend and Hyrule were at the Great Plateau, Legend already asleep by the recovery bed in the Shrine of Resurrection (not wanting to see Wild die) and Hyrule wandering the structure.

Wars was at The Sanctum of Hyrule Castle.

Malice is a terrible thing that scars and burns even Spirit Dragons of great Wisdom.

Those who died because of Calamity Ganon and his Malice didn’t get to pass on peacefully, the Malice trapping them in their death throes and forcing them to relive their final moments for as long as the malice remained. These Ghosts were all over Castle Town and all throughout the castle itself, completely oblivious to the world around them and trapped in their pain and memories. These ghosts are called Damned Souls

For Wars It’s arguable much worse.

The Chain all rendezvous at the Shrine of Ressurection as agreed upon, wanting to sleep by Wild together so they could know when he woke up and accompany him from the start. After about a week of waiting with no sign of War’s, Time goes to investigate. He’s the first one to encounter a Damned Soul.

It takes a good week of back and forth from Time before he can stand the screams to make it through the castle all the way to the walkway to Sanctum.

At the edge of the small cliff, he sees Wars.

The Captain’s body is scarred with Malice, writhing across him in lazy patterns. He’s looking out over the Castle and Hyrule Field but doesn’t seem to be noticing anything. Time calls out to him. He doesn’t respond.

Time gets close enough to wave a hand across War’s face. While his eyes seem sharp and aware, they don’t track Time’s hand. He doesn’t respond.

Time retreats back to the Shrine with news of War’s fate. The entire chain refuse to back down until they’ve at least seen him. When they arrive at Sanctum once more, everyone tries to get a response from the captain, to no avail, until Legend yanks on the man’s arm to try and force him to turn around. With most Damned Souls’ it’s impossible to move them from their trapped position.

With War’s he’s forcibly twisted around and almost overbalances, yelping with eyes wide in shock as he tries to get his bearings with the sudden movement.

The relief is immense. Until it’s not when War’s reaches for his sword and draws it, eyes darting around without actually locking on anything as he demands whatever touched him step back.

Time taps in Morse code on War’s wrist “It’s us War’s.” The Captain is very clearly distressed about this, as is everyone else.

War’s is trapped in Hyrule Castle (they try to leave with him but an unseen force prevents him from leaving castle grounds). He can’t see, hear, smell or taste anything in the world (except Malice, he can smell and taste that). He can only feel things. He’s aware of his surroundings as much as he can be, and is aware of the passing of time (the concept not the person). When he tries to sleep, to wait for Wild to clear the Malice by defeating the Calamity, he quickly finds out that’s not in the cards for him due to his ambient pain from the Malice.

He takes to patrolling the Castle instead, after the Chain help him get an idea of the layout. For the duration of the month, he has a set circuit around the castle that he patrols, killing every monster in his path along the way. He clears the entire castle just in time for the blood moon. After the blood moon he repeats the route, killing every monster once more in an endless cycle.

Time teaches the Chain Morse Code (Which he learnt in the War of Era’s because War of Eras Trio is life) so they can talk to Wars. Time also spends the day of the Blood Moon with War’s, walking his patrol with him and keeping a hand on him just so he knows he’s there. No one sleeps through the century, instead trying to make it more bearable for their Damned Brother.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Twilight was waiting for Wild at the Shrine, they probably wouldn’t have known their ninth had woken up.

With Wild awake, between him, general keeping Hyrule monster repopulation down, personal space there’s not as much time for watching over War’s. It’s during one of these pockets where no one is with Wild or War’s that Wild makes his first foray into the castle to grab the memory, seeing The Captain for the first time.

Wild can see Ghosts, but only after the Shrine if Resurrection, and only really present ghosts so he was spared the horror show of Castle Town.

Wild doesn’t confess about his brief encounter with The Captain to anyone, not even Wolfie, but due to local legends (that it’s best to explore the castle just before a Blood Moon) understands that the ghost he saw is probably responsible. He takes advantage, but only recognises the true impact after meeting the (Alive) Chain.

Once Calamity Ganon is defeated, the Damned Souls are free to pass on to the afterlife, and War’s can see and hear for the first time in a century. Tearful reunions all around.

Afterwards, War’s still can’t bear to sleep because it reminds him too much of his Damned state. Instead he maintains his patrol around the castle, it being muscle memory at this point. Unless he wakes up by himself, the only way to wake him up is to touch him, as it’s a bit of a trancelike state and he isn’t processing verbal or visual cues.

There could probably be another angsty thing about Wild coming back from journeying with the chain and searching for War’s ghost. Or the Chain meeting said ghost, but this is already giant.

So yeah, chew on that for a while I guess. I’m not usually an Angst writer nowadays but I just thought to share one of my original War’s ideas. Feel free to do whatever you want with the idea, and who knows, maybe I’ll write for it on my main account someday.

TAKE MY FUCKING MONEY OH MY GOD, anon this is INSANE and I am EATING IT UP.

if you write this i am on my hands and knees begging you to tag me, this sounds absolutely fucking devastating /pos ‼️

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

(I'm pretty sure I accidentally sent an unfinished version of this ask if I did my bad)

Skele is at S/O's hometown to visit family for the weekend. Skele hears S/O call them from another room. They see S/O on the floor with horrible head pain, they look deathly pale, and can’t move properly.

At the hospital they are told that have no available rooms so S/O is forced to walk a bit with nurse's help and put into a wheelchair in the waiting room. S/O who is in clearly in a lot of pain is desperately trying to lie on the floor because it "makes their head hurt less". S/O is also a little humiliated because they were in middle of getting ready for bed so they are half-dressed in front of everybody in the waiting room.

After a couple of hours S/O is finally seen by someone. They have to be transfered to another hospital via helicopter because this one can't help. Skele and S/O's family drive an hour to get there.

Turns out S/O had a brain aneurysm. They have tubes in their head to drain the blood and can't move much to prevent brain damage. S/O's mom is telling the doctors about what happened at other hospital and their horrified because everything the nurses did was dangerous and could've hurt S/O more. S/O's sister is angry and says she used to intern at the hospital and says the people there discriminate and treat everyone who comes in like a "drug addict" (their hometown has a lot of them) and isn't careful with patients. Even though drug addicts shouldn't be treated poorly either S/O's family has recovered/recovering addicts so they experience. Family insists last hospital did have a room and just didn't give it to S/O, they're mad.

S/O will have to relearn to walk and will fully recover but it could've been really bad.

How does Skele react when they find S/O? How do they act at the first hospital? How do react at the second hospital when they find out about everything? How is recovery?

(Sorry this is so specific based on real events, love your stuff btw I check in on your blog every day 💞💞💞)

Undertale Sans - Well that was for sure not a good day. Sans bottled all of his feelings to focus on his S/O, and made sure to be there every step of the way. He had a feeling the first hospital didn't think you were serious, but he's not a doctor, he didn't know what else to do. After discovering you almost die and that the first hospital made things worse, he actually feels guilty because he didn't say anything and maybe you wouldn't be that bad now, and ok, maybe he's thinking this too much. He's just relieved you're finally having a treatment and he assures you he's not moving his butt from that chair in your room until you feel better. He tries to help the best he can through the recovery, giving you support and comfort. He's good at that.

Undertale Papyrus - He's a bit shaken at the end of the day because DAMN that was scary. Papyrus tried to argue with the doctors in the first hospital, and was so relieved when the helicopter arrived, before panicking again when he realized it meant he had to let you go because he couldn't go with you. Then when he arrived, the doctors refused to let him see you for long hours, and that for sure didn't help his anxiety. Papyrus looks like he hasn't slept in an entire week even though it's just one day. He's exhausted, and he hates all those tubes in your head. He can't sleep that night, nor the three nights after. Actually, he doesn't sleep at all until his body gives up on him, forcing the doctors to hospitalize him as well so he rests. Thank Asgore, things will get better with time. Papyrus is supportive and tries to help with the recovery. He's always optimistic which definitely helps. He can't wait for all of this to be just a nightmare though.

Underswap Sans - He got incredibly frustrated in the first hospital. He knows drug addicts, he's a police officer, and he could tell the doctors were treating his S/O like one. Blue tried to insist, he really did, but that didn't really work. He was only relieved once after arguing for two hours, you finally able to go to another hospital. He's worried when he sees you with all the tubes, but at least you're saved. He will definitely report the first hospital for abuse and ask for reparations as you struggle in your everyday life to get better. He's there for you though, even switching to a part-time police officer job to take care of you.

Underswap Papyrus - That was a horrible stressful day. Poor Honey completely panicked when they refused you in the first hospital, because what the hell, you can't stand up??? And then he finds you later with tubes literally INSIDE your head and that was way too much for him. He passes out lol. He's going to be anxious all the time you recover. He wishes he could do more for you, but he can't really do more than what the doctor did so... He does his best to stay by your side and help the best he can.

Underfell Sans - He got so angry in the first hospital that the security had to drag him out. He almost assaulted a nurse and two doctors who shook your problem away like it's nothing when he's on the verge of having a mental breakdown because of how scared he is for you. He calms down when you're finally taken care of elsewhere, even though he's really not ok finding you in an even more horrible state than when he brought you there. Red is going to be overprotective while you recover. He's terrified to lose you and the whole process kinda traumatized him a little, even though he says it's not true. He's going to have some bad nightmares the nights that followed.

Underfell Papyrus - He's furious about how you were treated in the first hospital. Edge argued really loudly with the medical team, to the point it was possible to hear him from outside the building. He's actually the one who struggled to get you to another hospital as fast as possible. Once he knows you're out and safe though, he's not holding back and says straight to the medical team that he's going to sue each and every one of them for endangering his S/O's life. That's only that they start to argue to calm him down because Edge is the best lawyer in town and none of them has enough money to pay someone to fight against him, really. Edge then calls your family to explain the situation and joins them to the other hospital, calmer. He's relieved you're going to be ok, even though hard days are coming. That's fine, he's good with taking care of people through hard days. Like Red, he gets very protective during your recovery. He can get a little pushy as well, but he really wants to help you feel better.

Horrortale Sans - All of this story will for sure not help him to like hospitals better. He tried to help you with Toriel's magic to avoid going to the hospital, but since it didn't work, he took you there himself. He probably didn't help the first medical team to help you as he growled at each person with a white coat passing too close to him. He got mad when you had to take the helicopter without him, and you actually had to call Willow because he was ready to fight the doctor if they dared to take you away. He calms down once his brother convinces him it's for your own good, and he lets you go, kinda with a heavy heart. Oak is definitely not ok when he sees you again long hours later, with all these tubes everywhere. He immediately gets protective and just puts his big head on your chest so he can rest while making sure you're still breathing. That's going to be complicated for Oak during your recovery, but you will get there eventually and everything will be better.

Horrortale Papyrus - Well, he went there. He knows what it is to wake up one morning and your body isn't responding anymore. Willow stays calm through the whole process. He didn't agree with how they treated you in the first hospital, but ironically, he got treated the same way in that very same hospital the first time he reached the surface. He immediately asks the doctor to take you to the hospital he's going to usually. He knows the team better and it comforts him to know you'll be in good hands there. He tells you not to worry as you leave in the helicopter, and takes care of all the papers for you, and warn your family. He's a bit in shock when he sees you again, as he didn't expect this to be that serious, but he's glad you're ok. He doesn't worry too much for you recovery, as you kinda have a specialist in that in the house. He's going to help you with all he learned those last years, which actually helps you to recover twice faster than what the doctors planned.

Swapfell Sans - Rus took you to the hospital. Nox was too scared you might die. He just couldn't. He's taking news thanks to his brother, but he's really not feeling well, roaming the house anxiously. He can't take it eventually and comes to join you when he learns that you had been taken to another hospital after the first one treated you horribly. He apologizes for not being there sooner and tries to push away his terror to support you. He still looks a bit miserable, but it will get better as doctors say you're out of danger. He promises to be there for you through your recovery and even argues with the Queen to have free time so he can take care of you. He's not losing you too.

Swapfell Papyrus - Rus tries his best to distract you while you're waiting for long hours in the first hospital. He's nervous, and he can see you're reacting less and less, but he's still talking, the voice shaking, trying to comfort you and, well, himself as well. He's so relieved when you can finally join another hospital. He's not too happy he can't go in the helicopter with you, but it left him some time to befriend your family, while waiting for you in the waiting room of the second hospital. He's happy to see you again. He doesn't really care about all the things planted in your head. He goes back to talking to you, to calm his anxiety. He refuses to leave your side though. Even if the doctors tried to get rid of him several times, he teleported right back into your room ten minutes later lol, so they gave up and let him stay. He tries to be here while you're recovering, even though he's distracting you maybe a little too much during your exercises lol.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Wine is a little stressed. He doesn't like that you're not ok. He doesn't like those doctors who act like you're lying. So he gets angry and yes, a gun gets involved somewhere on the road. He threatens the doctors to get more angry if they keep ignoring you. He gets you a helicopter in less than an hour so you get treated properly. He doesn't care if he gets in trouble as long as you're fine. He calms down once he's sure you're ok and starts to chill a little, to help you through your recovery. He's still mad at the first hospital, and will definitely sue them, but he's glad you're ok.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's completely lost, but he tries to help the best he can. He's really stressed out, but he doesn't really have the knowledge of what he can do to make the situation better. With all the people around, he's really not feeling ok and yeah, he might have a few panic attacks through the day. He's sorry he can't be there 100% for you and he feels horrible for annoying you with his anxiety in such a moment. You have to flick him behind the head a few times to tell him to stop devaluing himself. He keeps a brave face when you abandon him to go to another hospital, and then he breaks down again. Your family supports him on the way to the second hospital. He feels a bit better when he sees you're still alive, and actually out of danger. He does his best to refrain from his need to hug you tight and never let you go, and simply crush your hand into his lol. You're not sure how you're going to do with your recovery. But then you remember you have Mr. Follow-All-the-Rules-Wine home to discipline you lol. Don't worry, you'll be fine.

[avirxy]

115. "Please don't touch me." But Werewolf Claire? (I love ur au btw)

She wakes up with blood in her mouth, cracked and dried along her lips, stained in rivulets down the hollow of her throat.

Claire blinks, wincing as she turns her head away from searing sunlight overhead.

It parts through the leaves, glinting across dry, withered underbrush. Spring is approaching but cold still nips and bites at the foliage, making it an off wicker brown that soaks up everything.

She doesn’t immediately see anyone or anything, just endless woodland. Curling her fingers into the soft earth the trickling sound of running water hisses nearby, not man made, to rough and tumbling.

The stumbling trip is made in short bursts of leaning against nearby trees, her feet catching along roots that rise from the ground. But she sees it eventually, slightly sloping lower into the earth.

Claire drags herself to the bank, aching for a drink, to get this—disgusting, tangy…sweet blood out of her mouth and off her hands.

It’s under her fingernails, wedged along each bed.

She doesn’t recognize the creek either, sandy little outcroppings, the trees, sometimes she can piece together a relative location, like once she woke up near the lookout or by those weary abandoned straggler cabins belonging to some sort of nature preserve.

The unknowing scares her, of what she did, or didn’t do.

Ice cold water stings her skin, but the want for a drink is far outweighing any chill she’s experiencing. It’s easier to focus on, keep the task simple so her mind can’t stray.

Claire almost doesn’t care as it drips in-between her fingers, soaking her ruined clothes.

She hears him long before she sees him, as she’s cupping another palm full of water, the twigs he keeps stepping on, his rushed breaths.

Something could hunt him down so easily, in the woods, where the beast knows best, it could be on his back before he has the chance to defend himself.

Jim’s an incredibly capable fighter, and part of her knows his rush is to reach her, uncaring with the noise he’s stirring up. But he couldn’t stop her when the moon hangs full and heavy in the sky if he tried, and he wouldn’t.

Even if it hunted him he’d play offensive, Jim would never hurt her and that terrifies her, because she knows the wolf doesn’t hold the same values.

She could end up over his body one of these days.

Claire’s already seen enough of that in her nightmares.

Ones that keep her sleepless and cagey, desperately fiddling with the tab of an energy drink before first period because she can’t close her eyes without seeing flashes of what might be true or not.

He’s breathing hard when he crests the edge, a tattered bag slung over his shoulder. Toby calls it something really stupid and joking, a recovery bag but the exact name is blanking her right now, too early for her mind to fully be slotted back into place.

Housing whatever Jim has carefully packed into it for her today. His eyes widen at the sight of her, relief the only emotion spread across his face.

It should be disgust she thinks bitterly, using her sharp nails to scrape at the dried blood still sticking to her wrists, but she can’t get it all off, even days later the ghost of the feeling lingers, the guilt.

Claire swears the blood is still on her hands sometimes, soaked into her skin as a reminder.

“I got turned around twice,” He talks so light, so softly, “this magic compass could definitely use some tweaking.”

He’s also awful with directions so, the cards are stacked against him.

He kneels down, carefully slipping the bag off his shoulder. Jim’s sword sits at his hip, he doesn’t take any chances after one month when a Ogre decided no one was allowed to cross his bridge without losing a limb. Funny it wasn’t a troll.

It’s never been used against her, not yet, likely not ever, not willingly.

His heartbeat thumps in her ears, so loud it’s almost enticing, closer still he approaches, bringing with him that—

Gold flashes violently across her vision and Claire shies away instantly, inhaling sharply.

“Please don’t touch me.”

It’s not that she doesn’t want his comfort, his touch. She’s covered in someone…something’s blood though.

And his heartbeat is far too leering.

Jim doesn’t press, he never does, gaze flitting across her face worriedly. Sitting down in the mud there’s ample space between, he’s safer that way.

Claire stares at her reflection, watching it twist and warp as the water ripples, just like last night. The nearly unrecognizable figure stays human though, untamed brown hair, the blaring strip of white. Her eyes look weird though, fighting between flits of gold.

“Did I…”

“No,” He assures steadily. “You stayed to the east of town the entire time, never got close, Darci had a spell going all night.”

Her bottom lip has been worn raw from the drag of her teeth. “And you didn’t find anything?”

Jim seems to infer what she’s asking. “It was probably an animal.”

“And if it wasn’t?”

“Claire, I don’t think you’d do that.”

She wouldn’t, but the wolf would, it did, she still doesn’t think Toby’s fully forgiven her for Mr. Fluffy, the poor thing was found mauled in a ditch not long after the full moon a few months ago.

“Why do you keep doing this for me?”

He wakes up before dawn, or maybe he doesn’t even sleep, treks through mud and grime, exposes himself to the danger of the woods.

All to find her.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know how you stand it.”

Claire doesn’t phrase it as a question, because she already knows the answer. If it were him, instead of her, if he was cursed to become a monster, to roam the woods under burning moonlight she’d do everything in her power to help him.

He smiled softly. “You can’t chase me off with a little blood,”

Would she chase him off with the fact that this is forever, there’s no cure, there’s nothing in the world that could possibly help her.

“Claire?”

The tears burning at the edges of her eyes are becoming harder to fight off, blurring her peripheral.

She tries to swallow the thick, wallowing knot in her throat unsuccessfully.

“Hey,” He breathes in a whisper, fast and worried.

“Can I?”

She fights with herself for several moments before nodding, squeezing her eyes shut.

Jim grasps one of her bloodstained hands, clasping his fingers across her own and Claire feels fresh tears sting her eyes, it’s done so gently she trembles at the force of it.

“It’s okay,” He murmurs as the first of many sobs escape past her teeth.

“Claire, it’s okay.” Jim repeats as she twists on the bank and grasps the edges of his shirt, hating herself for getting blood on his clothes.

His arms wrap around her, carefully, holding her up as Claire cries, burying her face in the space between his neck and shoulder.

She hates it—

She hates that she’s crying in front of him.

Claire hates that she can’t stop herself, that she can’t wait an hour until she’s sitting in shower as the water rubs her skin raw to sob, to cry until her voice is hoarse and her eyes are so blurry with tears it’s hard to see.

Jim just keeps murmuring the same two words, over and over.

Gently reminding her, staining his hands with blood just like her’s already are.

[thelonelysoulhome]

Doumeki is the first person ever that hold out his hand to Yashiro:

(Part 1)

Doumeki is the first person ever to stop yashiro's assault, in their first encounter doumeki stop's the guy that is pinning roughly Y down on a desk,

look right in his eyes and ask him a question, THE question that never been asked to him before :

"Are you okay ?"

This question that no one before cared enough to bother ask, a simple question that is so meanfull and important but never been asked to Yashiro.

No one ever cared enough about Y to just chek if he was alright, he always been abused neglected and used, he's whole life, by everyone he encounter's in he's life :

He's mom :

The little nine years old yashiro never been ask by his Mom if he was okay, we have no clue to know if she knew or not what was going on with her son, but as a mother not seeing that your own son is being raped by his stepdad is kinda off ( he literaly raped Y just behind her while she was sleeping..)

we know that play's a big part in Y's trauma and fucked up mindset, this disgusting peace of sheat that raped him violently used that to brainwash Y to think that he liked feeling pain, to convince a literal child that dosen't even understand what's going on, that if he feel pain than he would get pregnant and if his mom find out she gonna be mad and abandon him, he was so young and clueless that he didn't even understand that it's imposible, but in the mind of a child, if an adult say something than it have to be true.

How horifying and disturbing to hear that for a child ? How much those words shaped the way of thinking and logic of the current Y ? How much of an impact those fucked word disturbed his way of thinking and helped him shape his facade that he lived with for 40 years ?

This panel is one of the most hurtfull (and one of my favorite btw) in this masterpiece, its speak's without words, him watching a little kid being sheltered by her mom with an umbrela from the rain speak so loud, the pain, the lonelines is screaming.

Why not me ? Why my mom, the one person that should be protecting me from all the bad of the world, didn't care about me and the abuse I lived ? Why didn't she sheltered me ? Why didn't she protect me ? Why she never asked me if I was okay ?

So heartbreaking (just for doumeki to return to the car with an fuking umbrella...crying right now).

I'm not saying that his mom knew but I'm saying there is always clue from abuse, she negleted him to the point that she didn't even bother enough to notice or maybe even ignored them (the sighs) in purpose.

And after all of that she abandon him like a piece of a trash that Y is already convinced to be at this point, dirty, twisted beyond repair, unloveable, a livestock that no one want, like he say's himself .

A parent or carer’s belief in the child, and support and actions to stop the harm after the child’s disclosure have an impact on the child’s resilience and recovery from the sexual abuse. If a child is not believed and supported appropriately after a disclosure it can lead to a higher level of relational trauma for the child leading to significantly more negative health and mental health outcomes for the child in the long-term.

Kageyama Kanji:

Now come kageyama, yashiro's first friend and first Love, when Y met kageyama he's already deep in self destruction by seeking violent sex with violent men (mostly yakuza men that are more violent and homophobic) as a coping mecanism from what he lived from his childhood to his puberty.

(At this point Y didn't see his step dad for 3 years and he stoped the rape surely because Y body changed and growed up, disgusting pedo.. And he didn't see his mom for aroud a year)

With kageyama Y encounter for the first time physical touch without pain but he's to deep to even realize it at this point.

intersting to notice how Y did not seek out sex when he though about kage.

At this moment Y try to seek a reaction from kageyama but the only thing that he would have is :

"Okay" okay ? like WTF ! (Y look so disappointent), he's beging for attention here, he's beging for care, for confort, even if he dosen't realise it, he want's someone to care so bad.

But Kage is again An another person that did not care enough to even try to ask him a simple "are you okay ?" and after this indiference he take his distance from Y (the worst thing to do in this situation) I know kage is an akward teenager and just a random classmate but for god sake he couldn't have tried a little harder...

Again we can see how Y try so hard to seek a reaction from kage he want him to care so bad, deepdown he want someone to notice that he isn't well.

I know Kageyama feel sorry for Y and care for him in a way but never verbalize it he just tell's him that he's pitiful and pathetic because he is all alone..(something he continue to think even now) he pity him but he's not bothered enough to really reach out to him.

And that lead to again one of the most hurtfull and heartbreaking moment, Y break's down in tears cause he can't hold it anymore (the one and only time we see him cry). No one care about him, he have no home, no roots, no one to rely on, no one to trust. He is all alone, in both physical an mental distress.

So he seek a sort of "confort" in what he know's : pain, physical one, as a form of self harm but also mental pain relief, to not feel emotions up there (brain) to numb his unbearable existence.

Yashiro learned with Kageyama, by loving someone for the first time, again, the deception, the emptiness and the loneliness, of not being loved.

And the despair of this first person being a man. Those same men that raped him, abused him, used him, crushed him, breaked him. He hate's them but he finish by falling for one of them.

See you in part 2

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Headcanons Saitama with a baby... *dissapears* Look, we all know how good he is with children, he looking so happy with his new son or daughter and I think he'd be quite adorable and COUGH*literal dilf*COUGH (This is X Reader btw) And Genos being the rich uncle ٩( ᗒᗨᗕ )۶

Do this if you want to, i love all the stuff you write, best wishes! <3

Nahhhh you a real one for this ask thanks so much. I was happy to do this

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His anxiety went from 0 to 100 real quick. He never realized how small infants were until he held the baby, it's whole head fitting just in his hand

He wants to hold the baby but is also afraid. It's made him almost cry. His strength is worse of a curse than he thought.

After a lot of reassurence he was able to get over it. If you carried the baby with a pregnancy he's always on it during recovery period. As much as it was a huge adjustment to him with the schedule changing, he never would dare to complain

He was anxious when you were Prego too, not even low key

Speaking of crying, a baby being in his life really brought back all those emotions he thought he once lost. So he's overwhelmed most of the time with them. Therefore crying if something exciting happens, or upsetting.

He was a mess when the baby had to get it's first shots

He hypes the baby up all the time it's hilarious to watch. For everything. Overly determined to get the baby crawling and walking

Yes, did cry from excitement from babies first steps

Never gets tired with playing, but he'll tire the fuck out of the baby. Sort of lies with the baby until it's awake to play again, looking a lil sad egg.

Always playing with the babies hair and does it all the time. The more there is, the happier he is

Loves feeding the baby. Accidentally got the baby hooked on ice cream, though. To the point the baby always starts looking around for him when it hears the freezer open

Now for Uncle Genos!

Couldn't have asked for a more devoted, protective uncle. Always around and gives you guys breaks when needed

My dude over analytical about the care of babies and their needs. Thinks too much into most things but it's been found helpful at times, as much Saitama would hate to admit

He keeps notes on how much the baby has grown and what stages of development the baby is in. Consistently doing body scans. If you guys can't figure out what's wrong if there's a problem, Genos will know.

Most of the babies toys are from Genos and he won't stop getting them. Says there's no way to spoil a baby with material objects because they don't even comprehend materialism

Him and Saitama will always get lost in baby clothing isles.

If the baby finds a favorite toy, like say a squishmallow, similar is going to be everywhere

Saitama's on hair duty, Genos is on outfit duty. Baby look cool as fuck always

Also has a panic button, super paranoid, and doesn't even want certain brands of baby gear in the house. Don't get him started on lawsuits

I would imagine Genos would have been the one to get the baby to laugh first, completely on accident, and Saitama was jealous for WEEKS

The baby room is always ridiculously clean if he's around

[galaxywarp]

Hey Blue ;v; I just have something that I need to get off my chest, I need to tell somebody, so I hope it’s okay if I tell you: I have a problem with weed. As in, I need to stop using it. I’m thinking of, like, giving my stash to my friends so I can’t use it as easily. I need to tell my counsellor. But I’m scared. I need help. (Btw it’s not like it’s illegal here, it’s legal where I am. I’m scared because I’ve never dealt with something like this before)

Also, I have a question about your sobriety tracker (bc I use it too, just not for substance use) : when do you start tracking? From the last moment you put the drug in your body, or the first moment you sobered up from it/weren’t high?

And… I’m not weak for having a problem with weed, am I? Just bc like. It’s not a hard drug or anything, it feels kind of stupid to have this happen 😭

(Ugh I need to just say it. I’m addicted to it. Thankfully I don’t have much opportunity to use it, but I use it every chance I get, and I just broke one of my own rules that serves as a restriction)

Hi friend. Thanks for reaching out. I’m glad you’re on the step of your recovery where you can acknowledge you have a problem. That’s a really rough step

Especially because of the weird mixed signals and attitudes around weed addiction. I understand where you’re coming from.

And if it helps, this is me, a certified tweaker who used to OD on fentanyl regularly: your weed addiction is still real and still serious and you still deserve support.

Addiction is addiction when it’s hurting you. It sounds like you’ve come to acknowledge that weed is hurting you but even though it is, you’re struggling to stop.

You’re not doing it because it’s fun. You’re doing it because you feel like you need it and going without it is painful. I’ve felt that way about numerous drugs in my lifetime, and weed is definitely one of them. I would smoke myself so numb for months or years on end and it was absolutely miserable.

Im sorry you’re going through this. I have hope you’ll be able to overcome this. Im glad you shared this with me and I hope you can share it with others too.

If you do decide to quit, I know there’s a lot of stuff trying to claim that weed has no withdrawal symptoms. I don’t think that’s true. From lengthy personal experience I really don’t think that’s true. Heroin and meth were soooo much more extreme, don’t get me wrong. It’s apples to oranges — it can’t be compared

But when I stopped smoking pot I felt achy and agitated and bored and restless and upset and don’t let anyone, including yourself, invalidate that you feel shitty. It’s gonna feel bad for a bit and you have every right to own that. Don’t deny yourself some days of lying around whining and snacking and trying to distract yourself.

The good news is, after 2-3 weeks, you’ll start feeling better in a way you probably haven’t felt since you started smoking 24/7

If you need someone to vent to during that time, my askbox is open

Phew! That’s a lot. For your last question: my exact sobriety dates in my trackers are actually ….very loose

The short answer is that my memory of those times is very distorted because of, y know , drugs

The longer answer includes that I picked my dates as dates when I made a conscious decision that I wanted to quit.

My fentanyl date: September 27, 2019

I came home from a camping trip with my family. Because I was in the woods sleeping in a tent with them all weekend, I couldn’t bring my drugs. And I was gonna be in withdrawal

But I had saved a few suboxone from my last detox clinic and I used them over the weekend to keep the pain manageable (suboxone is used for opiate withdrawal so I had been prescribed it off and on for years)

When I got home I still had a small bag left of fentanyl.

I decided….i wasn’t going to buy anymore

And over the next few days I used what was left, all the way down to desperately licking the bag and smoking burnt tin foil, trying to wean myself so my withdrawal symptoms weren’t as bad

And then I ran out. And I stopped. And now im 4 years clean from it

Very similar story with my meth date: April 1st 2023

I still had a little bit of meth left but that was the day I said I didn’t want to get anymore. And when it was gone, it was gone. And now it’s been over a year

[theshippirate22]

btw after about two weeks of Muriel stopping into the record shop or coffee shop to ask some real unhinged questions about how to cheer someone up or convince someone to get out of bed or snake-mode, Nina marches over to the bookshop and forces Crowley’s ass out of bed and into a shower because cosmic entity or not he smells like a pity party and it’s cruel working conditions for Muriel and “your relationship ended, that doesn’t mean your life has”

and he puts up quite a fit about it but somehow? he’s gotten significantly worse than he should’ve in like 15 days and there’s something so weird about grieving the only person who ever cared about you while simultaneously getting your soaking wet- somehow shoulder length now? his miracles must be fucked up- hair brushed out with an aggressive softness you’ve never felt in your life by someone you’ve only spoken to four or five times but here he is

and she makes him a coffee- something more tolerable than six shots of espresso in a cup- and he sulks around the coffee shop for a few hours while Nina finishes up the breakfast rush but he does eat the danish Nina sets in front of him and he’s not even half as bitchy as he’d like to be when Maggie comes and pulls his hair half up in a black thing she calls a “scrunchie” that Crowley is 98% he’s only ever seen on adolescent girls but she’s so gentle with him in a way he really doesn’t deserve and he’s so tired that he just puts up with it

eventually, Nina flips the sign on the door to Closed, and she sits on the counter right across from him and says, “Congratulations.”

He glares.

“No, no really,” she continues, “You’ve just entered the most human phase of life you’ll ever be in.”

He rolls his eyes. She can’t see it behind his glasses, but she knows he’s done it. She can feel it.

“I mean it. There’s nothing more human than being madly, desperately in love with someone, which means there’s nothing more human than letting them go, even if tears you apart. Happens to the best of us.”

”You don’t understand-“ He cries indignantly- the way everyone does after their first heartbreak. Before they put on an old Taylor Swift song and realize that nope, actually she does.

“You’re not special.” Nina tells him levelly. “Loads of people know exactly how you feel right now. You do know Lindsay and I were almost at three years?”

“This was 6000.”

“Yeah, but angels tell time all funny. It wasn’t really 6000 years. It probably was only about six human years.” She brushes it off. “Regardless, if there’s any chance you were really going to understand being human, this is it. So far, you’ve done a splendid job. The first step after any rejection or breakup is to wallow and if that one-“ she motions vaguely toward the bookshop where Muriel is- “is to be trusted, you’ve done just fine at that. But I can’t have them in here every few hours asking for sad love song recommendations. So you’ve got to do the next human part.”

“I don’t want to.”

“‘Course you don’t. But you do it anyway.”

He set his jaw. Wouldn’t look at her.

“I’ll show you what we do here. I’m overdo for my recovery anyway.”

And so, a woman took a demon to cut his hair and get a new tattoo and drink mimosas and buy shoes and his determined self-pity became tentative indifference became casual enjoyment.

And when he finally did make it back to the bookshop, it was with the kind of bittersweet weightlessness that comes with remembering yourself after your first love.

Before he went back to bed- not with the heavy weight of grief, but instead the exhaustion of activity, he left a hot cocoa out for Muriel.

They were very excited.

[prettyboybuckley]

For the touch prompt (if you're still doing it and it sparks happiness): touching cheek to cheek 💖

(Your writing gives me such joy btw)

Hi!! Thank you so much, that's so nice of you to say! And I'm glad! I am so sorry, I know you sent me this prompt literally two months ago, but time just kind of got away from me... Anyway, inspiration suddenly struck today and I ended up writing something a little longer than I usually do for a prompt fill! I hope you like it! Disclaimer that I wrote this through dictation because of hand problems and that while I did edit it and read it through, there might still be a random word or two that the computer misheard and that I didn't notice. Short summary: Buck wants Eddie to face his fear of being in public places after the shooting, and Eddie decides that should be a mutual suffering. They end up taking Christopher to the Santa Monica Pier. Set right after Season 4, during Eddie's recovery. Full work under the cut, but also available on ao3.

quiet my fears with the touch of your hand (G, 1299 words)

Buck hasn't been on the pier since that day.

He likes to tell himself that there just hasn't been any reason to, that it has nothing to do with fear. After all, you'd think that in that case, large bodies of water would bother him as well, and they don't.

So, yeah, he isn't scared to go to the pier at all.

Eddie thinks otherwise.

Now that Eddie is doing better, his shoulder not fully recovered but healing the way it's supposed to, Buck has been trying to coax him out of the house—and consequently out of his comfort zone.

Of course, Eddie also claims that he isn't scared to go to public places, but Buck doesn't believe that, not with the way Eddie gets all shifty when Buck suggests something as simple as going to the store together.

So Buck has been trying to think of something that they can do together, preferably with Christopher as well. He's suggested the zoo as well as a museum, but neither seemed to interest Eddie much, and he knows he's gonna need something good to get Eddie to agree.

“I mean,” he says after Eddie shoots down what is probably his tenth idea, “why don't you come up with a suggestion then? What would you like to do?”

And maybe Buck should have seen this coming, because he did confront Eddie about his fear when they started this conversation, putting his foot down even when Eddie tried to deny everything.

“I want to make a compromise,” Eddie replies, a look in his eyes that doesn't exactly make Buck feel like he’s going to enjoy said compromise. “You want me to face my fears? How about you face yours at the same time?”

Oh. Yeah, Buck is not going to like this.

*

It has always kind of surprised him how resilient children are.

If the idea of going back to the pier scares Christopher in any way at all, he doesn't show it. He's excited even, saying it has been way too long since they have been to the amusement park on the pier. And so a trip is planned for the next Saturday, and as the days pass the anxiety in his stomach keeps growing and growing.

Stepping foot onto the pier has his heart feeling like it is going to beat out of his chest as his gaze automatically drifts two are the pier ends and the water starts. Next to him, Eddie seems to be just as nervous, though he is mostly looking at the crowd around them.

In front of them, Christopher is clearly in a hurry to get started on exploring all the things the park has to offer, talking half to himself and half to Buck and Eddie as he muses on what to do first.

Buck takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and he looks at Eddie from the corner of his eye. Eddie is already looking at him, and when Buck holds out his hand, he only seems to need a second to think before he takes it.

Holding hands is not something that they do, not really, because as close as they are, they are still just best friends. That's what Buck always has to remind himself of. They are just best friends.

And sure, walking over the pier hand in hand as they follow Christopher to what he has apparently decided should be their first stop, it doesn't feel like a thing that just best friends would do. But Buck also knows that it is a dangerous thing to acknowledge that.

Of course, it turns out not to be all that bad. They have fun that afternoon and slowly Eddie starts to relax beside him as Buck manages to stop paying attention to the water at all times. They end up getting competitive multiple times, at least for the games that Eddie can play with only one arm, and the result is that they have to carry an excessive amount of prizes that Christopher is absolutely delighted about.

“I guess you were kind of right,” Eddie says when they are both sitting down for a minute and keeping an eye on Christopher, who—on his own insistence—is getting cotton candy by himself.

Buck raises an eyebrow at him because while he knows what Eddie means, he wants to hear the words from the man’s mouth. Eddie seems to realize that, too.

“That this would be good for me, to get out of the house, go somewhere public.”

He's serious and genuine, his voice quiet as he focuses his gaze out into the crowd where Christopher is. Buck decides that if Eddie can be vulnerable, then so can he.

“You were also right,” he replies. “That I had to face my own fear by going here.”

Eddie looks at him, smiles that soft smile that has Buck's heart beating a little faster. He nods and Buck doesn't know why, but it feels like a victory. His gaze falls onto a photo booth nearby, a little off to the side and seemingly not very popular.

“Maybe we should commemorate this. I mean, it might be nice to have a picture for Christopher’s photo album anyway, but it might also be a good reminder that we took this step.”

He nods towards the booth as he says it, and Eddie follows his gaze. The guy’s eyebrows wrinkle for a moment, but then he nods. Christopher comes back then, and they wait for him to eat his cotton candy, but it is soon after that that Buck drags his Diaz boys toward the photo booth.

It's not easy to cram all three of them into the small space, and Buck ends up with Eddie pressed tight against his side, one of his arms wrapped around Eddie's waist, while Christopher sits on the spot where their thighs are pressed against each other.

Buck can't tear his eyes away from Eddie as he sets up the machine to take their pictures using the little touchscreen. There is a small preview in the corner, and all he can think is how much they look like a family.

“Say cheese,” Eddie says cheerily as he leans back again, somehow managing to get even closer to Buck.

And then he presses his cheek against Buck's as he grins widely to make sure they both fit in the frame well enough, and Buck is taken so off guard that he only remembers to smile at the last moment. The camera snaps multiple pictures in quick succession, and then it is over already.

Buck feels like he doesn't breathe until they're standing outside again, and his heart beats quickly in his chest as he takes one of the two strips of pictures from Eddie. The images feel incriminating, even though he knows that the heart eyes are probably only obvious to him.

It's Eddie's voice that startles him out of his thoughts, and he looks up to find that Christopher has already walked ahead on his crutches and Eddie is looking back, sending him a questioning look.

“You coming?” Eddie asks, pulling his hand out of his pocket and holding it out as if he is waiting for Buck to take it, palm up. “I was thinking we could go home, order some food? I guess we’ll have to hope that Chris comes down from his sugar high around his bedtime.”

There is something about the way he says ‘home’ that has Buck feeling breathless all over again.

“Yeah, I’m coming,” he replies, slipping the pictures into the pocket of his jacket as he catches up with Eddie. He resists the temptation to take the man’s hand – it feels too risky. Baby steps, he thinks. But maybe one day.

[hematomes]

HI as most of you know last month my genshin account was hacked and it was one of the most stressful situations of my life, essentially because I did not know what to do at first. Recently I've seen people going through that too, so I thought I'd try and help them out. Also added preventive measures in case it happens, because you need a fair amount of information to prove its your account.

This comes from my personal experience and also compiles advice from the subreddit r/GenshinHacked. I'd advise against looking elsewhere because Twitter threads are a confusing mess full of contradictory info, and this subreddit is really well-done. You can directly see other people's experiences and they answer rather quickly when you make a post so!!

Also I'm severely sleep deprived right now so english hard. Obviously reblogs are very much appreciated since it's to help the community but you know. Whatever let's get into it

1. What NOT to do

- DO NOT try to buy it back. This is actually the reason I'm putting this guide together, because I've seen people buy their account back and, seriously, don't. Buying an account is against the ToS and could result in your account being banned, which is way worse than hacked because then you most likely won't get it back. Additionally, it doesn't mean the hacker won't somehow steal it again. There's no security, you'd be depending on the asshole who literally stole your account. Do not. Do that.

- DO NOT buy accounts in general. It doesn't do any good. Like I said it's against the ToS and exposes you to it getting banned or even, in the worst case, sued by Hoyoverse. Most accounts put to sale are also stolen accounts, btw. There's at least half a dozen websites dedicated to selling and buying accounts, and a shit ton of them are stolen. It's not worth it, even if the account has your fave 5* character(s) c6r5.

- DO NOT contact the hacker or, if your account has been bought, the buyer. This will just increase the chance of it getting trashed, weapons and artifacts destroyed etc. Make sure to tell your friends not to contact them either even if they want to, it's extremely important. Even when you get your account back, just block everyone from the friendlist that you don't recognize and, if someone joins your world on behalf of the buyer, block them too. I don't co-op often but I did get like half a dozen of co-op requests after getting my account back.

- DO NOT attempt to hack it back. It could result in a much worse state, e.g your account being banned. Also if you fail, higher chance of getting your account trashed.

- DO NOT assume the worst. This is mostly for your own mental health. There's a good chance your account was bought or at least the hacker's trying to sell it, so deleting weapons and artifacts would be stupid. And even if they do (which sucks), keep in mind that you'd still have your characters. If you end up with no artifacts and are on the EU server, send me an ask or a dm and I'll help you farm them back for as long as it takes! /srs

2. What to do INSTEAD

- Allow yourself to panic. It's a really stressful thing to go through, so it's only natural to be distressed. I cried for hours, man. It's okay, you'll be fine, but for now just let it happen.

- Immediately go to the aforementioned subreddit r/GenshinHacked, specifically the menu tab, and click "Recovery Form Guide". You can also reach it directly using this link: Recovery Form Guide. It tells you how to get the form, and every step of the process. Don't hesitate to make a post asking for help, they're really sweet and understanding. However if anyone contacts you through dms or even comments about some random guy being able to get it back, ignore it. It's a scam.

- Follow each step carefully, and wait. It typically takes 5-10 working days to get a response from hoyoverse, sometimes less and sometimes more. It's hard, but you can't really do anything about it. I'd say distract yourself with something else but that shit did not work for me. Just know you're not the only one going through that and I'm mentally hugging you.

- Don't give up. It can take a few tries to get it back, but as long as you have the necessary informations and can prove it's your account, you'll get it back.

3. Preventive mesures

- Don't give anyone information on your account, unless you trust them. If someone joins your world and offers to buy you a welkin, a battle pass or even just crystals but need your info to buy it, it's a scam. There's an affiliate website to gift crystals to other players - and I think you only need their UID), so they can go through there if they're sincere.

- Only buy crystals directly from Hoyoverse or affiliated websites. Same with your info.

- Install Malwarebytes on your device and let it check it for malwares. If there's anything, even if you haven't been hacked yet, completely reset your device and change your passwords.

- Enable 2FA (two-factor authentication) on your hoyolab account AND your e-mail address. I use the app Authy, so far it's been working great. I can't vouch for any other. For the hoyolab account, you can link your phone number for example.

- Collect the following information on your account:

The date you created your account. You can verify it by logging into Genshin. Menu > Character Archives > Amber. Bottom right you'll see the day you acquired her, which typically corresponds to the date you created the account.

The device you created your account with, with information about it. The form usually says what they need, and the guide from r/GenshinHacked also help. Keep it safe!

The receipt for your first top-up, if you're not f2p. A screenshot of the e-mail will suffice as far as I know (I use Google Pay tho so I'm not sure how it works for other payment options).

Information on the device you play the most with. The form is pretty clear about it.

Additional information you can get now: 5* characters (with the day you obtained them + constellations), 5* weapons (with the date you obtained them + refinements), event weapons, which characters you picked from the Liyue Lantern Rite these past 2 years (NOT absolutely necessary, I didn't add that). You can provide screenshots of getting the characters and weapons with the UID visible, but keep in mind that these can be forged so it's not fool-proof.

I got reasonably lucky: they answered in roughly a week and my form was accepted on the first try, essentially because I provided the information mentioned above. If you can access it, keep it somewhere safe.