#ready for a nap and it’s only 10am

[corvidconventicle]

[anon-sect]

I've been thinking about it for a while now, but I really want to be turned into some unaware guy's underwear. Could you help me out?

Picture source: @gayda1ly

Kenny had a fantasy of being turned into underwear on multiple occasions. He fantasized about it so much that he even often dreamed about it. He would see good-looking guys and imagine being their underwear. It soon became an obsession of his that he wanted to become a reality. He saw an advertisement online of a specialist that can do things that are deemed impossible. He called the number and had an appointment with him the next day.

Around 10am, Kenny was escorted into Mr. Jin's office. He saw Mr. Jin motion for him to have a seat.

"My secretary told me you had a rather strange request." Mr. Jin spoke, wanting clarification on his request. It was one of the most unusual ones he had ever been asked.

"Yes, Mr. Jin. I have been fantasizing so much about being another guy's underwear, completely unaware so much that I am obsessed with this fantasy." He paused, hoping Mr. Jin could help. "I want it to be my reality. Can you help me?"

"I most certainly can help, but you are aware that any deals I make are permanent? Once you sign the dotted line, it won't be undone." Mr. Jin explained. He wanted his customers to fully understand what comes with him granting their requests. "If you don't like your fate, you will literally be stuck with it." He added.

Kenny fully understood the conditions. He nodded. "I completely understand. So where do I sign?" He spoke with eagerness for his fantasy to come true. He saw Mr. Jin snaps his fingers. A contract instantly appeared in front of him with a quill pen and a small bottle of ink. There was a line for his signature.

"You sign at the bottom." Mr. Jin spoke, pointing at it.

Kenny dipped the tip of the pen in the ink and signed his name on the line without even reading the contract. He wanted this fantasy for a very long time. He saw Mr. Jin snaps his fingers again to see the contract, ink bottle, and pen vanished from his desk. It was replaced with a cup that had blue liquid in it. The cup was directly in front of him.

"All you have to do is drink the contents of the cup. It will make you into indestructible material, and your fantasy is granted." Mr. Jin spoke, waiting for Kenny to take the plunge into his new fate.

Kenny didn't know what would happen, but he was ready to see his new fate as underwear. "The guy who wears me won't know I am alive, will he?" He asked, holding the cup in his hands. He wanted to be completely unaware.

"The only one knowing that you are living underwear will be yourself. Your new owner would just think you are normal underwear, as agreed." Mr. Jin reassured him of the fate he had chosen.

Kenny quickly downed the drink, which sort of tasted like grape juice. He suddenly felt strange. He lost consciousness within seconds. His last image was of Mr. Jin, smiling at him.

Kenny regained consciousness several minutes later. He was in a dark place from what he could tell. Then light appeared. He was picked up and held in a guy's hands. The guy slipped his leg through him and slid him up to his crotch area. His only view was that of the guy's cock and balls. He could tell that his new owner had just taken a shower by the smell of him. He tried to move but couldn't. He tried to speak, but had no voice. He was literally underwear for real. Whoever the guy was had no clue that his underwear was a former person.

Blake had been reading for the past hour and a half after coming back from the gym. He watched a quick porn video and ejaculated in his underwear before taking a nap. He placed the book over his face and fell asleep.

Kenny thought his new fate was everything he had imagined. His new owner even cummed in him, completely unaware of what he did to another guy. He didn't want to change his fate for nothing in the world. This was his life now, and he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

[studentbyday]

so the week is half over and i'm kind of feeling low on energy and needing lots of sleep, which is the perfect opportunity to (sort of) try out einstein's daily routine (which is tbh the most personally palatable daily routine of a famous person i've ever chanced across)! i've been waking up at nearly 9 anyway since lately my head spins and i feel sick if i don't sleep like 9-10 hours.

So yeah, wake up at 9.

Between 9 and 10, eat breakfast and read the newspapers fiction

I know after breakfast he was said to often walk to Princeton and arrive by 10:30 or smth but (a) I don't go to Princeton, and (b) these days I study at home, so instead I'm just going to do some form of exercise.

~10:30 to 1pm: work study

have lunch (i read somewhere that he spends 1.5h on lunch and tea? i wish i could have a lunch and tea that leisurely but i do not have the time. so i won't.)

afternoons: receive visitors and work study

also afternoons: naps if needed (tho thankfully i seem to have enough energy to last me through the day if i get 9-10h of sleep... also i just don't think i'll have much time for naps. 🙁)

~6:30pm: have dinner [and clean up]

after dinner: more work study if needed (most likely needed)

sleeeeeeeepppppppp [be ready for or in bed by 9 or 10]

i'll update this post later to let you know how it goesss~

i hope you're feeling better than i am this week 💗🤒

~the aforementioned update~

ahahaha i don't think i did a very good job of following any routine this week. on wednesday i slept a little later than usual and ended up waking up at 10am (i didn't set an alarm for some reason). on thursday i set my alarm for 7 and then 8 and then 10 because i had to finish reviewing the last of the microbiology for the midterm and actually woke up at 9:30. and on friday i want to actually wake up somewhere within the hour of 7am so i can hopefullyyyy finish all my schoolwork for this week?? despite the seeming slowness of einstein's routine, i always feel like i'm rushing when i wake up when the sun is already up and most everyone else i live with is already awake, so i'm going to try this again over reading week but change the wake-up time and stick to it dammit— 😤

also i feel like if i'm gonna be posting on tumblr again, i should post my screen time stats for accountability because for some reason whenever i start making stuff for social media, my screen time goes through the roof bc i get so distracted and like oh wait there was this thing i want to add no wait where was i— (as i got lost in a scroll.) and this happens multiple times. but sometimes i do feel very much like yapping and when i'm in this mood, i could yap for days on end so i gotta find a solution...

just LOOK at this horrendousness!!!

also. there was so much material to cover for the microbio midterm it was insane. i feel like i need to follow the 80/20 rule. like...just prioritize the big topics, don't care so much about the extraneous, minor details so i only expend energy for and fill my brain with what i really need to know. and i'm not sure how good flashcards are for that because it just seems kinda random, the order in which cards are thrown at you in anki, and i'm the kind of person who, at least during the first pass, compulsively desires to cover everything, and so what do you think happens? i end up with a massive “stack” of flashcards, including cards about minor/extraneous details. every. single. time. i'm not entirely sure how i want to navigate this yet, but i'm definitely gonna try that 80/20 rule...bc this was just too stressful 🥲

[gentil-minou]

MDZS Daycare AU where Wangxian are co-lead teachers for a class of 10-18 month old babies and have a secret of their own.

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Lan Wangji is the morning lead teacher while Wei Wuxian is the evening lead, and their shifts overlap for about 5 hours which is where max chaos ensues.

Mianmian, the assistant teacher in the mornings, and Mo Xuanyu, the assistant in the afternoons, like to confer over their findings when they take their breaks during nap time, leaving their heads in the classroom to...stare? Glare? at each other. They're not sure.

When Mianmian gets in for her shift at 8am, Lan Wangji is already there with the youngest kid on their roster, Wen Yuan, who always gets dropped off first every morning before she even arrives.

The babies trickle, with a mixture of tears and giggles, and of course a complete mood turn around once their caregivers have left them, A-Qing especially who goes from sobbing bloody murder to laughing maniacally as soon as her dads leave.

Lan Wangji keeps the morning peaceful with circle time and baby meditation which is mostly him and Mianmian trying to get the babies to sit still and somehow succeeding? Lan Wangji has to be magic.

They read a few books and sing some cute songs with the babies and it's all really nice and tranquil.

Then at 10AM, Wei Wuxian comes in and all hell breaks loose.

Where Lan Wangji is all about structured play meant to engage the babies' fine motor skills, Wei Wuxian is a "let them run free and wild" type.

His favorite activity is to cover a peace of long sheet paper in puddles of paint and let the babies go wild. Sometimes Mianmian and Lan Wangji are able to get smocks on them first…but most of the time there's a frantic clothing change before lunch so the babies don't fall asleep in paint covered clothing.

Mianmian has no idea how Jingyi always manages to get pain in his diaper, but yeah. Always.

She's trying to change as many babies as she can while she watches Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian argue again about Wei Wuxian's plans for the afternoon activity, which is really just "collect mud during out walk from outside and bring it inside!"

Lan Wangji glares at him with his mouth in a straight line while Wei Wuxian is clearly trying to not laugh at his face. At least little A-Yuan is there tugging on their pants to act as a cute buffer. No one can ever resist little A-Yuan.

He still hasn't learned how to crawl yet, so he scoots around everywhere on his butt which is insanely adorable. And he recently learned how to say "Ge!" and Wei Wuxian just about burst into tears the first time he did.

To be fair though, right now A-Yuan calls everything "Ge".

His teachers, including Mianmian? Ge.

Friends? Ge.

His carrots? Ge.

His bunny stuffy? Ge.

Naturally, nobody minds at all.

Around lunch time, when half of the babies are nodding off in either their simple rice dishes or mess of mashed something, Mo Xuanyu comes in to help them get the babies ready for bedtime. They spend half the time getting Wei Wuxian to lower his voice, with Lan Wangji sending him a dirty look.

It's funny because Mianmian has seen Wei Wuxian fill in as the only head when Lan Wangji was out. He absolutely knows how to be quiet at nap time.

Makes sense why he just smirks at Lan Wangji instead of really watching his volume.

Once the babies are all asleep, the head teachers confer over their lesson plans while rubbing the backs of the few stragglers who never quite sleep as fast, Mianmian and Mo Xuanyu go out for a walk and eat their lunch.

There, Mianmian fills Mo Xuanyu in on the day's anctics, which mostly just becomes a chance for them to gossip about their lead teachers.

"They're insane, I swear," Mo Xuanyu says as he takes the cheese off his pizza slice and eats the bread and cheese separately for…some reason. "Like how did they even start working together?"

"I heard Yanli had them placed together because they requested it." Mianmian eats her pizza normally, thank you, with extra pineapple and ham and mayo drizzled all over.

"God they're like obsessed with each other, I swear."

They head back in just as Zizhen starts crying, waking all the other babies and then they're off, Mo Xuanyu heading diaper duty this time while Mianmian gets their afternoon snacks ready. Wei Wuxian reads a book with way more theatricality than necessary for babies who probably don't have the ability to understand yet, but they watch him, enraptured by his voice as Lan Wangji puts their sleeping mats away.

Mianmian leaves soon after, once the babies are seated with their cheerios and blueberries and sippy cups, leaving Mo Xuanyu to help out with the afternoon shift.

They take the babies out in a walk using a giant baby wagon that honestly looks like it belongs on a rollercoaster and Mo Xuanyu is a bit put out that he can't fit in the seats. He's tried. They checked.

They take the babies on a promenade around the waterfront area where their daycare is, Wei Wuxian flittering about grabbing sticks and leaves for sensory exploration and pointing out all the cool birds. At the same time, Lan Wangji stands perfectly stoic and vigilant for passersby trying to take pictures of a kid they don't know (like who does that???) as well as a sniffley nose.

Usually that sniffley nose is Wei Wuxian, who is getting more energy out than any of the babies. Lan Wangji hands him a tissue all the same.

They get back in soon after, which is around when Lan Wangji has to leave to get to his night classes for his Masters in Early Childhood Education.

Mo Xuanyu heads up the afternoon circle time, singing songs and making up the lyrics cause he really never had the chance to learn nursery rhymes when he was a kid. He watches from the corner of his eyes as the head teachers mutter something to each other by the door, heads close together. But he can't focus for long when Jingyi has decided to climb on top of A-Yuan who is, for whatever reason, perfectly unbothered.

Lan Wangji leaves and Wei Wuxian joins them, taking over circle time. That's when the real fun begins.

Wei Wuxian's goal at the end of they day is to tire the babies out as much as possible so their poor parents won't have a hard time getting them to rest.

Mo Xuanyu thinks that's just an excuse for all the caffeine he drinks kicking in.

They start with one of the messier art activities Wei Wuxian can't get away with when Lan Wangji is around, usually involving some bits of natures that he'd dub "unhygienic".

"Pfft," Wei Wuxian tells Mo Xuanyu, for the thousandth time. "Everyone needs to eat dirt. Builds immunity."

Mo Xuanyu isn't sure that's how it works, but at least the babies love splashing in mud and sticking leaves to pieces of paper.

Once they change the babies into a second set of spare clothes, it's dance party time. The best time actually.

Babies can't really dance, but it's cute watching them wiggle their little butts and try. Wei Wuxian usually picks at least one kid to dance to Old McDonald with, spinning them around and around.

Usually the baby he picks is A-Yuan. They're not supposed to have favorites, but well Mo Xuanyu can't blame him. He is the cutest.

Sometimes they get noise complaints from the other classrooms, especially the actual baby room with the 3 month to 9 month old and their sleep schedule that are basically all the time.

Wei Wuxian typically just smooths it over by bringing Jin Ling over to join their party.

It's technically not allowed, and theoretically they should be careful since he's the boss' son and all, but Wei Wuxian is the boss' adopted brother and anyways the teachers on the baby baby room just give him a grateful look for keeping the colic baby busy and away from their splitting eardrums.

Once the dance part is over and Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu are lying on the carpet, letting the babies crawl over them in some attempt at "building movement skills", they get a bit of a reprieve before the real challenge of the day starts.

Pick up time.

This is when Wei Wuxian actually listens to Lan Wangji's suggestions for small group play, and they divide into three groups, one with independent play in the pretend area for the older babies that are more toddlers now and two others focused on sensory exploration and fine motor skills. Fancy words for saying the dollhouse area, the playdough zone (monitored by Mo Xuanyu because these babies will absolutely eat it) and the puzzle table that Wei Wuxian keeps an eye on as he greets the parents.

He's great with them, seriously. The parents love Wei Wuxian. It's like a switch flips and he goes from chaos gremlin to genius in childcare, offering really well thought out explanations for the activities the kids engaged in as he hands their artwork to the parents.

They ask him to babysit all the time, but Wei Wuxian deflects and makes some excuse about having busy evenings and weekends, then gestures to Mo Xuanyu who always needs the extra cash.

Mo Xuanyu is always struck with awe at this. He has a lot to learn from Wei-qianbei.

Sometimes the parents join them a bit for play, but a lot of the times, they just leave. Bustling their babies up in their coats with extra cuddles and taking them home, happy to spend a few hours with them before bedtime.

It's Mo Xuanyu's favorite time of the day actually. A good parent's unconditional love for their kid, who can resist?

The last one to leave, is, of course, poor little A-Yuan sitting at the puzzle table with Wei Wuxian. Once the second to last kid leaves, usually Jingyi screaming down the hall as his amused mom follows sedately after him, Wei Wuxian gives Mo Xuanyu a tired smile and tells him he can go.

"Are you sure? I can help clean up?"

The room looks like a tornado ran through it, every time. Mo Xuanyu always feels guilty leaving early, but he has night classes…so…

Wei Wuxian waves him off, "Don't sweat it, I have to stay a bit later anyways. I've got this."

Mo Xuanyu relents and goes over to smack a wet kiss on A-Yuan's chubby cheek before he leaves. He gets a gummy smile as his reward, and he and Wei Wuxian laugh as he leaves the room.

Mo Xuanyu can't help but feel a little sad for A-Yuan. The first to arrive and the last to leave. His parents must be so busy. He hoped they get to spend time with him on the weekends at least, hopefully.

The classroom is always quiet this time in the evening, and Wei Wuxian fluffs A-Yuan's messy mop of hair before he stands up.

"Well, A-Yuan…shall we clean up before your baba gets here?"

It doesn't take long actually, and Wei Wuxian has only just finished putting the toys away and is about to start on the mess in the sink when A-Yuan's other dad arrives.

Lan Zhan always come by after his last class to pick them up. He usually has a line of tension across his forehead, the long day having finally gotten to him.

Wei Wuxian smooths it out with gentle kiss and a hug, and asks "Who annoyed my poor husband today? Should I go beat them up for you?"

Lan Zhan's stiff shoulders droop as he relaxes into Wei Wuxian's embrace, releasing an exhausted sigh.

"Su She," he mutters into Wei Wuxian's neck, lips pressed against the soft silk of his skin.

Wei Wuxian snorts, "Of course. I'll get him for you, baby. Make him wish he never thought about messing with you."

Wei Wuxian runs his fingers through Lan Zhan's hair, luxuriating in the moment, before their son pipes up, not one to be ignored for long.

"Ge!"

His dad share a private laugh. "One of these days you'll call for us properly, right little bunny?" Wei Wuxian says, lifting A-Yuan into the air and smiling at his sweet giggles. "Come on, try it. Ba-ba. A-Die. Ba-ba." He sounds the letters out and points to him and Lan Zhan in turn, so there can be no mistake.

A-Yuan just tilts his head in confusion and gives them a puzzled look. "Ge?"

Wei Wuxian heaves a weary sigh as Lan Zhan takes A-Yuan from him and cuddles him against his chest. "Well, at least I tried. I'll just finish up here, and then we can head home, mmkay?"

"Mn." Lan Wangji nods as A-Yuan burrows into his shoulder with a sleepy sigh. He presses a kiss against the soft baby hair that grows wild on A-Yuan's head, swinging them gently back and forth as Wei Ying putters about and straightens the rest of the room.

He always wants to make the room prefect for Lan Wangji when he comes in early tomorrow morning. It brings a small smile to Lan Wangji's face thinking of the level of consideration his husband gives him, even with their conflicting teaching styles.

After this, they'll head home and enjoy a nice simple meal, spend an hour with A-Yuan just the three of them, before bathtime and bed.

Then, Lan Wangji and Wei Ying will have their own time, just for them.

Tomorrow, it will all repeat.

Maybe it's not the most conventional lifestyle in the world, but there's little Lan Wangji can complain about when he gets to spend every day with his husband and son, doing what they love, together.

fin.

(threadfic here)

[safetycar-restart]

You often find him like that, cuddled under the weighted blanket, hugging one of your hoodies and just having a nice nap, looking so cute and so so comfy.

BARKS

that's so cute! he's so cute!

just coming back home to him, in the bedroom, his mouth slightly agape and snoring lightly, his hair pointed in all directions with the giant blanket pulled over his entire body and only the top of his head peaking out of it. he's in his fuzzy socks and his soft hoodie, hugging your own, with his phone next to him, playing some videos at a low volume.

he's out cold, mumbling and humming, and while you're changing, you can hear him shuffling and turning, and you hear a quiet little mumble of "mama" and your heart just melts! he's always thinking of you, even dreaming of you and always having you on his mind.

you crawl into bed with him when you get ready, and as soon as he feels your hand on him, he smiles in his sleep before shuffling closer to you, nuzzling his head into your chest. he's like a little puppy, so cute and sweet!

he always wakes up disoriented and confused after taking a nap under the weighted blanket. he wakes up and just goes "huh- what?" and then stumbles out of bed. you always know he's had a nice nap after that, and then you tease him, tell him "had a nice nap, sleeping beauty? and then he just hums and nods his head before stumbling over to you, almost breaking his neck in the process. you have to catch him, before dragging him to the kitchen and sitting him on the counter so he can watch you make some food <3

Oh god yes!!! This is so fucking cute I adore it!!! We really need to talk about Charles and weighted blankets more, truly a match made in heaven.

Often Charles really needs to take a nap the moment he gets back from a race weekend. Even on the weekends when he’s with you, he still doesn’t sleep that great? There’s just something about being in that race environment that means he struggles to switch off enough to get a good rest. Of course it’s much better with you there, but still not really good enough.

And when he gets home after that, he just needs a nice nap before he can function again. Even if he arrives back at 10AM, he still needs a nap.

(Maybe a few times friends invite him to lunch or dinner the moment he arrives back and he always hates it, he’s so moody and his emotions are all the place and he’s just so tired. He needs his nap first!!!!)

If you’re home, it’s not problem. He can nap on you!!! But if you aren’t home, he struggles sometimes.

The weighted blanket is perfect for those times. He has a whole routine set now, he gets home, showers and then changes into his comfy clothes (fuzzy socks, boxers and an oversized hoodie, the fuzzy socks are a requirement). Then he grabs one of your hoodies and wraps it around a pillow, making himself a little cuddle buddy and gets under his blanket.

It’s so nice!!! It’s so warm and the extra weight is perfect and then he just puts on some videos to listen to (Sidenote, imagine if you’re a streamer or youtuber? Cause then Charles would absolutely put on your videos or VODs for this, just listening to the sounds of your voice).

He falls asleep so quickly, so nice and comfy and warm.

It’s truly one of the cutest sights to arrive home to. Your good boy all nicely cuddled up, doing exactly what you’ve told him to when he needs to nap and being so so good.

Your heart just melts when you see him wriggle for a moment, cuddling closer to the hoodie and mumbling “Mama..”. He’s truly just the cutest thing ever!!

Obviously you MUST kiss his forehead then. He won’t wake up, but you simply have to.

Then you’ll get changed yourself and unpack his suitcase for him. If you don’t do it, then he’ll only do it right before the next race.

And it’s just nice to do something for him? He always appreciates it so much. So you unpack his suitcase and prep lunch and then go back to the bedroom for cuddles.

If he’s still asleep, he’ll turn to you the moment the bed dips.

You open the weighted blanket to crawl underneath it, and then instantly you’ve got a sleepy Charles on you. He wakes sometimes then, just slowly blinks his eyes open to confirm that you’re there and then mumbles “mommy!!”

He surges up to place a very sloppy kiss against your lips and then cuddles into your chest, falling back asleep almost immediately. He tends to not even remember that when he wakes up again.

But sometimes if you come home later, he’ll wake up at some point while you change or unpack or get lunch ready and then he’s just the cutest thing!!!

His naps under the weighted blanket always leave him disoriented, cause they’re just so good. He’ll stumble out of bed, somehow knowing that you’re in the house (he always knows, you have yet to figure out how) and then just stumble around the house until he sees you. It’s a miracle that he doesn’t fall over anything.

And honestly he’s such a mess? His hair pointing in all directions, lines on his cheeks from sleeping against your hoodie, his clothes all scrunched up. He’s just had a very good nap!!

Of course he goes straight into your arms, hugging you close and giggling when you call him sleeping beauty. He’s so happy!!! Nicely well rested and now his mommy is here!!

You let him sit on the counter while you get lunch ready and then take him to the couch for more cuddles.

He’ll slowly get more and more awake over the next hour or so until he’s all alert and happy, asking if he can tell you about his race weekend and then babbling away, eating his lunch and being the best boy ever.

(Of course he’ll inevitably get horny later but that’s to be expected)

[mochidom]

Finances and Horoscopes (Fairies Heirs)

Masterpost here!

Kiera Redfox moodboard here!

In which Kiera Redfox just needs reassurance. A lot of it.

For as far as she remembered, Lucy Heartfillia-Dragneel’s generation was not one that followed the mantra of “the early bird gets the worm.”

Quite the opposite actually, most of her guild-mates, when they were all younger, would not arrive at the guild before 11am and some would even have the audacity to take a nap upon their arrival at the guild instead of going to work.

In fact, the only time Lucy, who lived so close to the guild that it was embarrassing to arrive after 11am, even considered waking up before 10am was when the first of the month was approaching and she still didn’t have the money for her rent. The need to get a job and earn money suddenly took priority over her twelve hours of sleep knowing that by default of earning said money, her sleep would now take place under the canal.

Now, many many years later, after kids and everything that came with adulthood, any minute of sleep past 5am was considered a win.

Lucy Heartfillia-Dragneel was in her bed, enjoying her sleep when she suddenly found herself awake and confused as to what woke her up.

She hadn’t heard any notable noise and to honestly, after living with her son and her husband for the last decade and so, she could now sleep through a dozen natural catastrophes without any problem.

She  looked at the clock on the other side of the room. 5:09AM. 9 more minutes of sleep than usual.

Unusual but not surprising considering the fact that Natsu was still out on mission with their two kids and that none of would come back before this afternoon. Maybe, she could take advantage of this rare vacation and sneak a few more hours of sleep.

Lucy snuggled again in her bed, feeling content and forgetting the reason for her awakening.

She was drifting back to Dreamland again, when she heard it and recognized it, the sound that woke her up. She thought it was the wind moving the bell that Natsu insisted on keeping as their doorbell. But it was clear as day now. It was the unmistakable cling and clang of someone trying to break in her house through her locked bedroom window. 

The celestial mage awoke instantly again without moving. She didn’t want the intruder to know she was awake yet and waited patiently until he finished fighting with the lock.

She sighed to herself, today would have been such a good day to sleep in if she wasn’t being robbed.

The sudden breeze flowing through the room a few minutes later warned her that the window was now open and the sound of steps told her exactly how close the intruder was to her bed.

Lucy whirled around when the intruder’s foot thudded against her bed frame, throwing her bedding, zodiac keys in hand, ready to fight when she locked eyes with ruby pupils. 

Ruby pupils that belonged to, she realized, none other than Kiera Redfox, her goddaughter.

She was wearing one of her usual flowy long skirts and bright blue rain boots. Her green-blue hair was in two lopsided ponytails that she was sure Levy put great effort in... the day before.

Her outfit was completed by the green bag that seemed to never leave her back.

If Lucy wasn’t in the room when Levy gave birth, she would swear Kiera came out of the womb with it.

The blonde woman sighed, the hand holding the keys dropping to her side. “Kiera, you scared me baby, what are you doing ?” She asked the girl.

The green-haired girl smiled at her, almost sheepishly, her showing missing tooth instantly mellowing any anger Lucy had. “Auntie Lu!” She yelled more than whispered. “You’re awake !”

Lucy chuckled, laying back down in her bed. ”I am now, indeed” She tapped to the empty space beside her. “Get down that window and come here. What are you doing breaking in at such an early time ?.”

As opposed to the afternoon, Lucy wanted to add but she simply smiled at the girl waiting for her to get off the window frame.

Kiera sat down next to her in the bed, suddenly looking very serious. “Auntie Lu. I’m afraid time is of the essence. I need your help and it’s urgent.”

Lucy frowned. “Okay…” She started. “What’s happening ?” The Heartfillia heir kept the panic at bay despite the seriousness in her goddaughter’s voice. Knowing Kiera, it was certainly not that serious. The girl was just always that dramatic.

“It’s supposed to be a secret. Can I trust you ?”

Lucy gasped dramatically at her. “Of course, my love. What is it ?”

Kiera retrieved a notebook from her green backpack and opened it at the last page. Inscribed in the worst writing imaginable was what looked like a contract ? Contract as in there was a single clause and two signatures.

“I have been proposed to participate in a business venture and I need Virgo to tell me my wealth horoscope before I decide if I want to invest in it.” Kiera explained.

”Can you summon her, please ?” The tween asked , her expression solemn.

Lucy could not begin to imagine what type of business venture an 9-year-old could be approached about but she was also looking at Gajeel’s child.

That was enough for her to simply mumble her approval, not ask any follow-up questions and grab her keys to summon her spirit.

Virgo appeared in her usual maid dress and accompanied by the sweet sounds of her chains clanking against each other.

Kiera waved enthusiastically at the spirit. “Hi Miss Virgo! Can you…”

“No.” was the only thing Virgo proposed to the conversation before disappearing in pink smoke, leaving both godmother and granddaughter in disbelief.

Lucy stifled a laugh and did an apologetic shrug. “ I’m sorry Kiera, I think we called her too many times this month. We can try tomorrow if you want.”

“At a later time, it’s early in the spirit world too.” She added quickly.

The Redfox progeniture looked at her pensively. “No need for that. Auntie Lu ?”

“Yes ?”

“I lied when I said I needed Virgo before making a decision.”

“I actually already made the decision to invest and I used Uncle Natsu and Uncle Grey’s bet money to do it.” She continued, seemingly not aware of the mistake she made. “I just needed reassurance that it was indeed a good idea because I don’t think it was.”

Yes, Gajeel’s child alright. Who could do something that will upset both a Dragneel AND Fullbuster other than a Redfox. But no, Lucy did not think it was a good idea either and she was about to say just that in big euphemisms when she suddenly felt her husband approaching their house at quite a fast pace.

Knowing his super dragon ear and assuming he heard the conversation and ALSO considering the fact that he was counting on that money to go on that flying fish trip that Lucy forbade, she turned very calmly towards her goddaughter. “Kiera, let’s bring you home now.”

[becomingkatie]

Saturday morning at 10am I was stomping around like "the weekend is half over and I haven't gotten anything done yet!" Clearly I was feeling more than a little stressed about maximizing the weekend, lol.

Saturday morning I baked a loaf that I'd mixed up Thursday night and shaped and popped in the fridge Friday morning. It's got fish peppers from my garden and cheddar cheese in it - a nod to a jalapeno cheddar loaf, but I didn't have jalapenos. The fish peppers are SPICY. Like, I cut a slice of bread and my hands tingle and then I scrub them with soap and then if I rub my eyes it still burns them. Soooo, maybe not the best? If you've ever wanted to sweat and cough from eating spicy bread, I have succeeded in making the spicy loaf for you.

Saturday night I made marry me chicken gnocchi soup. I'd say it's medium. Good enough to happily eat the leftovers of, but probably not so tasty that I'll make it again. Well, I say that, but Ken has been saying, "Next time I think I'd (insert small change here)" so I think he actually really enjoyed it and might want it again. Anyway, it's gone well with a slice of toast on the side.

We had a big finances talk Saturday, too, since even over 2 years of marriage the only joint finances we have is a credit card I got where he's an authorized user so we can have a "joint" card. We're going to be moving to a fully (or at least mostly) joined approach (with some separate savings and investments) so we are getting ready for that.

Sunday morning I was in a MUCH better mood and we went for an "easy" gravel ride where I cried on the side of the road and nearly puked in someone's driveway because it was such a challenge. I haven't been riding much, and I haven't been challenging myself much either. Combine that with having covid a few weeks ago, and it was a shock to me how hard this ride was. Ken signed us up for a "mini" 25-mile gravel ride in about 6 weeks, so I have some work to do to make that an enjoyable experience and not a sufferfest. I've done a 40-mile gravel grinder ride a few times and loved it - it just makes me really sad to be in such worse shape now than I used to be. At least I genuinely enjoy cycling so the climb back to where I want to be is something I can have fun with.

After the ride we got bagel sandwiches in the town near the start/stop point. Mine had sausage, egg, cheese, and apple butter. I'm a sweet+savory gal so it was AMAZING. And then we showered and I napped on the living room floor for half a football game. ("Ken, can you put on the football channel so I can take a nap?") After dinner I made a blueberry muffin recipe that uses sourdough discard. I'd been meaning to make them for ages and finally had discard in the fridge and time to whip them up. It said to divide into 12 muffins... I am not sure that was the right move. But they taste great.

It's going to be a busy week. Plenty of work, a vet neurologist appointment for Theo, both individual and couple's therapy on Tuesday (I hate double-therapy days ugh), and trying to stay up late and push hard to finish editing this book so I can publish it before the end of the month. This weekend we want to bike again, and I want to do some training stationary bike workouts during the week, and we also both need to make sure we have clothes (or, more likely, get some clothes) for the two October weddings we have coming up. So I am Stressed but it'll be a good time if I can manage to enjoy myself through all the busy. And people add kids on top of this??? Howwww???

[wildflower-otome]

[Translation] Code Realize: Wintertide Miracles - Finis Short Story

Source: Code Realize Wintertide Miracles Vita/PS4 Booklet Scan Credit: Kou

Finis Beckford Short Story - Big Sister Observation Diary

‘Why not try keeping a diary?’

I was no longer the person I used to be.

And I didn’t know what kind of person to be from now on. Once I had confessed my trifling worries to Professor Frankenstein, what he had recommended to me—

….was that.

According to him, the record of one’s days, one’s memories, became your nature, and in a certain sense, your life. In his own way, he had surely seriously thought about how to solve my troubles and suggested it as one possible solution.

‘............’

As I stared at the simple notebook he had given me as I sat on my bed, I was troubled.

‘...What should I do about this…’

I knew what the word ‘diary’ meant.

My problem was, I could not think of anything at all to write about. This place was a mansion deep in the forest, located in a remote region. What was I supposed to write about, in such a place as this…..

‘At the very least, not something vague, like my routine. If I have a clear subject in mind—’

As I grumbled to myself, I heard a small, unassuming knock at my door.

‘—Finis? Breakfast is ready. Come downstairs before it gets cold, alright?’

A good idea came to mind as I heard the voice from the other side of the door.

That’s it, I didn’t need to force myself to write down things about me.

On the first page, I wrote down the title of my diary.

— “Today’s Big Sister”

*

A certain day on a certain month. 8AM.

The breakfast food my sister had made was laid out on the table in the dining room. When I asked her, apparently it was food made in the style of a foreign country. Sometimes my big sister challenged herself with making such unusual types of food.

‘.....Big sister, it’s only the fish on your plate that looks way too burnt. You don’t need to be considerate in such a weird way. C’mon, if we divide the one that’s cooked properly in half….’

‘No, it’s fine. I made it this way because this is how I wanted to eat it.’

‘You should just make normal food that’s easy to make…..though, even then there are times you mess up and can’t make it turn out right, to put it bluntly, aren’t you being reckless?’

‘I-I think one shouldn’t close oneself off from an opportunity to learn.’

Somehow, it didn’t seem as if she intended on giving up.

What could be motivating her to go to such lengths…..?

*

Same Day, 10AM

When I returned to the living room after having finished sweeping and cleaning the garden area my sister was nowhere to be seen. Wonder if she’s taking a day nap…..while thinking this, as I returned to my room on the second floor in order to take a break myself-

The window in my room—

There was already someone there, their body half-hanging out of it, about to fall.

‘Wait a sec-.....! Sister-!?’

‘Ah, F-Finis! I’d be happy if you wouldn’t mind helping me…..’

I grabbed hold of her clothes and pulled as hard as I could.

Ah, the difference in our heights I was so resentful of.

But even so, I kept holding my ground— and at last, almost getting tangled up on the floor together, I pulled her up.

‘What the hell were you doing….!? No way you’re gonna tell me you’ve gotten suicidal all of a sudden!?’

‘S-Sorry. I saw some dirt on the window when I was looking at it from the outside, so I was trying to clean it….’

‘....Haah. Well, at least nothing serious happened.’

Seeing her look so down and apologetic made it difficult for me to criticise her any further. I told myself that it wasn’t as if my sister’s clumsiness was anything new.

*

…..From here on, it seems as if I could fill an entire book if I wrote everything down in detail, so I shall note down everything that happened to my sister today as succinctly as possible.

Same Day. 3PM

‘I already told you. I came here with my brother today, so I can’t show you the way there myself directly. Ah, but when he does come back, I might be able to consider-’

‘Ah sheesh, what are you doing, big sister….!!’

While we were out shopping in town.

I grabbed the hand of my sister who had become surrounded by a group of guys the moment I took my eyes off her and left.

Same Day.  4PM

‘This tea is at a really reasonable price….Eh? This one tastes better? But the price is a bit….it’s delicious enough that it’s worth it? Cheaper in a set…..? I-I see….This might be a good deal then….’

‘Aaaah….give me a break, Sis!!’

It was the same when we went downtown.

Having fallen for their obvious high pressure sales tactics, she still seemed reluctant to leave as I grabbed her hand and took her out of the store.

*

—Same day. Midnight.

‘Hmm…..feels like I’ve done nothing but fill this book up with harsh things about Sis….’

At the same time as the date changed.

Having finished summarizing the first day of my diary at my desk, I sighed.

As I looked at it again, I got a headache thinking of my sister’s complete carelessness.

She should have been a fundamentally intelligent person, so then why was it all coming to nothing…..I thought of many different things and became depressed.

‘Maybe I’ll go and drink some water…..’

In consideration of my sister who might be sleeping, I headed for the kitchen as quietly as possible. However….once I saw the light leaking from there, I realised the person I had been being considerate about was there, not sleeping.

I softly tried opening the door.

My sister was quietly muttering something while opening a notebook that was a size larger than my own. Her expression looked so serious, it felt a little difficult to call out to her—that I unintentionally ended up staying where I was.

‘—It didn’t seem as if today’s breakfast was to his liking. Next time, should I try making some French home cooking….? I wonder if Finis would prefer food made using sweet ingredients more….’

—Startled at hearing my own name, I caught my breath.

‘That’s it. He helped me out a lot today….I’ll bake some muffins. I did almost fall, but I was able to clean his window, just barely. I wonder if the view from Finis�� room is better now….But, I am sorry about almost buying too much tea. Even if it was the brand Finis likes—’

That was all I heard of her soliloquy.

‘...............’

I quietly moved away from the door.

I returned to my room as soundlessly as possible.

‘....What is wrong with her? All the things she thinks about and does, they’re all for me.’

I took the diary I had thoughtlessly put down, and opened it to the page where I had written down today’s events.

“I’m concerned about what will happen in the future if my sister doesn’t become a bit more reliable—”

To continue what I had written on the last page, I took out my pen and added one more line.

“Well….I suppose she’s important to me because she’s like that. To make up for it, I can just be the reliable one in her place!’

[charmedtodeath]

These Traps We Fall Into | Robert Stahl/fem character (Part 2)

TW/CW: stalking, obsession, obsessive behavior, abuse of authority, abuse of power, possessive behavior, inappropriate behavior, general creepiness, age gap

AO3

Part 1

The sun rises over the city that never sleeps, and Special Agent Stahl must get to work again. He's usually awake by 6:30am, lately spending a few extra minutes before getting up looking at photos of the girl he's newly smitten with. Oh, how it would be so wonderful to see her in bed next to him, comfortably curled up against his side. His dreams have been full of her the past few nights. The obsession has already been spilling into his sleep. Stahl often dreams of rescuing her from horrible situations and holding her close to him. He wants her to be as happy to see him in real life as she is in his dreams. What is it going to take for her to realize that he should be the only man in her life?

He showers and gets dressed while he waits for the coffeemaker to finish, images of her still pasted behind his eyelids. Stahl is going to have to plan how to worm his way into her life, but he needs to make it look like it's her idea. It'll take some time to figure out how to do that without scaring her away. The biggest obstacle so far is her father; he would never approve of his daughter being with Stahl. It wouldn't be the most difficult thing in the world to plant some evidence and send him to prison. He deserves it, anyway. That would be 8-10 years of incarceration, and plenty of time to build a life together.

The second major obstacle in the way is the age difference. Fifteen years isn't much of a big deal to Stahl, but it might be to her. He'd have to work on her profile in his spare time to determine what type of men she's interested in. She could always surprise him by having an affinity for fine aged wines.

It looks like she's on first shift today, and he watches her progress as she gets closer to the EMS station while he sips his coffee. In case her boot tracker fails or she gets a new pair, he's managed to tap into the location services of her phone. Now he wishes he had bugged her room just to hear her voice more often. Maybe she sings along to music in the shower. There's a purple bluetooth speaker that is sometimes left on the bathroom counter, often accompanying the lingering scent of tangerine shampoo. Stahl smiles to himself at the thought of hearing her sing, wondering if she would do it for him.

He gives himself one last look in the mirror and makes sure every hair is in place before straightening his tie and heading out to go to the office. Real work is getting in the way of his plan, but somebody has to take this corruption problem into their hands, and it might as well be Stahl.

As he's on his way into Manhattan, he tries to think of things that could get her attention. Sending her flowers or other gifts as a secret admirer probably won't work. She'd likely think it was coming from a former patient and they'd end up in the trash. No, she's too smart for that. Her father must have taught her to be cautious about those types of things. But maybe she's on one of those dating apps. He'd of course have to put the effort into crafting the perfect profile to get her to notice him, but that would all be in vain if she isn't interested in older guys. He'll have to figure out her preferences before going forward.

Stahl checks in with his favorite girl periodically, wondering how her day is going and imagining conversations with her. He would love to be able to cook her dinner after a long day and feel her melt into him as she talks about her shift before falling asleep in his arms. He hopes he can realize this dream sooner rather than later. She will be his Belle, and he her Beast. Safe and protected where nobody else can get to her.

It's a hot one today, and the young paramedic finds herself ready for a nap by the time the clock hits 10am. Her fingers quickly become prunes under her gloves from the all the heat and humidity, and she's itchy from the dried sweat stuck to her skin. Getting home in the afternoon would give her enough time to sneak in a cat nap before she goes to meet a friend from college later tonight. She doesn't really feel like going out since that requires both being in a good mood and spending money, but she doesn't want to seem antisocial and ditch the plans altogether.

Stahl has no idea about this evening's plans, yet. He's been busy trying to get his asset to flip on the lieutenant. Immunity should sound far better than years in prison to pretty much anyone, so he's not sure why this is taking so long. It should have been an easy, open and shut case. A conviction, a promotion, and maybe a corner office with a nice view to go with it.

--

"Do you think your cousin would consider being my student mentor? I know third years are ridiculously busy, but I could really use someone to help me navigate things. I'm already so nervous and I still have over two months before orientation."

"She'd jump at any chance to pad her residency applications. I can give her your number so you guys can connect, if you want."

"Yeah, that would be awesome." As it turns out, the new trainee has a cousin who's about to start her third year in NYU's MD program; a perfect opportunity for the paramedic to befriend someone who knows their way around the school.

"So, what field are you thinking about specializing in?"

"Oh, I'm sure I'll change my mind a thousand times. Emergency medicine has a special place in my heart, obviously, but I've been thinking about critical care and trauma surgery lately. We always get to see what's going on with people before we bring them in, but not after. I want to take care of the worst of the worst."

"I don't think I could ever work in the ICU," her partner chimes in. "Just knowing a lot of them are going to end up dying makes me feel awful."

"I get that, but I think it's worth it for all the success stories. You know, someone who's looked death in the face and comes back from it. Not to mention I'm less likely to get punched by a patient if they're comatose."

Her partner and trainee laugh and agree that yes, a perk of working with very sick people is that they are not as likely to attack you or ask for your phone number. The impromptu Q&A session is soon interrupted by a call for someone with heat stroke a few blocks away.

She's sporting a bruise on her hip from the stretcher by 1pm and wonders if it's even worth going out tonight. Maybe she should reschedule her plans and hang out with her dad at home. With their crazy variations in work hours, there's been no time for small talk or anything but leftovers and microwavable meals.

--

After restocking the ambulance for the next crew and finishing up shift reports, she leaves for the day and starts on her way home. Her skin glistens from the thin sheen of sweat on her face, and a phone call distracts her from the achey hip and toe blisters.

"Hi, Dad. I'm just on my way home now. What's up?"

"Hey, kid. I'm gonna have to stay late tonight. I have a lot to finish up here so I probably won't be home until after you're asleep." Now she'll have to decide between being alone at home or going out.

"Alright, no big. Thanks for letting me know. Do you want me to pick you up anything for dinner?"

"I'm all set for tonight."

"Okay. Be safe, Dad. Love you."

"Love you, too. Bye."

The call foils her plans of staying in with her father tonight. She sighs and picks up the pace a little, wanting to get out of the muggy heat and into the shower as fast as possible. Meanwhile, Stahl is doing his best to push his investigation along.

"You can't keep dodging my calls and giving me non-answers, Detective. Your immunity agreement states that you need to give me real evidence linking Wozniak to the payoff money. I can't do that if you keep messing around." Stahl slaps his hand against the table in frustration, knowing his asset is holding out on him.

"I don't know what to tell you, Stahl. It's not like we go around discussing that type of thing out of the blue. If I try to push Wozniak, he's gonna know I'm the rat. He's already suspicious of me." The detective leans back against the booth, putting distance between the two of them. He lies to Stahl again and again. Wozniak is suspicious of him being the informant, but he's been lying to Woz, too. All of that deception adds up over time.

"I don't care what you have to do. I need something real on Lieutenant Wozniak. This does not bode well for you if you don't give me what I need." Stahl has fire in his eyes and steady hands as they go back and forth. He knows if the detective doesn't pay up, he'll be going to jail and his daughter will be all alone. It's a win-win for him.

"Why aren't you going after cops that are an actual problem in the city? Drugs and guns are away from schools and kids. Crime in this precinct is down. You're wasting your time on us. This unit is doing good police work."

"By taking payoffs? You know, I'm sure your darling daughter would love to know that Daddy's one of those bad apples you're referring to. Corruption is corruption, Detective."

"You leave her out of this. She has nothing to do with it and you know that. She doesn't need any more stress in her life. All I've ever tried to do is give her what I never had."

"Well, if I were her, I'd be pretty stressed out if all those years of lying to protect me ended in you going to prison. You're running out of time. Get me that evidence, or you're going to be enjoying an orange jumpsuit and instant coffee every morning."

The detective doesn't put up a fight and simply walks out of the diner where they were meeting. Stahl counts intimidation as a win.

--

Once the clock strikes 7, there's hair to finish styling, makeup to be perfected, and an outfit to be chosen. Trying to find something comfortable but nice to wear in the summer heat is more challenging than she thought it would be. She has to meet her friend in an hour, so it's time to get a move on.

Stahl sits in his car and checks her location every ten minutes. So far, so good. She hasn't gone anywhere since she got home a few hours ago and at this rate she's probably in for the night. He praises himself for finally being able to track her phone's location, making it far easier to see where she is at any time of day.

As she finishes the last few swipes of mascara, she wonders if she should go for wedges or flat sandals. Her feet will hurt after walking no matter which ones she chooses, but she decides she might as well add a few inches and goes for the heels. Locking up at home, she dons a small bag on her shoulder and starts to walk the ten blocks to the agreed upon place. Her friend is almost always late, anyway, so it's okay if she takes her time.

When Stahl checks in again, he finds his darling girl has left home unexpectedly. This is unacceptable. Is she going on a date? He needs to figure out where she's going so he can keep an eye on her. He can't imagine how he'd feel if he saw her out with another man. She is supposed to be his and his alone.

[alonggoodbye]

let's do a weird headcanon thing

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE: Her skin and hair usually smells of lavender. When she takes bathes she usually adds a bit of scented oil and if not she likes taking flowers and floating them in the bath water. On the days when she's feeling like she needs to give herself some extra care, she adds jasmine tea to her baths. She dries roses and lavender and hangs them upside down by her bed in her room. Sometimes she likes to put a flower in her hair. However, run into her just after she’s left a speakeasy and you’ll smell cigar smoke on her for sure, which she hates. modern times: She smells like fruit thanks to the miracle of mass-produced lotions, soaps, and laundry detergent. 

HOW THEY SLEEP ( sleeping position, schedule, etc ):  Halia does not get more than 6 hours of sleep as it hurts her head to do so. She works as a singer most nights, which, can take up her time from 9pm-5am and so she usually sleeps from 6am-12am. Sometimes she goes without sleeping for a couple of days at a time when she is too stressed or in danger. Her sleeping position: on her left side, arm under her pillow, back against the wall, front facing the door. She is known to talk in her sleep and will have a conversation if you talk to her, but she will not remember anything. Halia isn’t exactly what you’d call a light sleeper, but if you open her door in the middle of the night, she will wake up. modern times: Sleeps 6 hours anywhere between 1am-10am. Enjoy’s naps.

WHAT MUSIC THEY ENJOY: Jazz and instrumental piano. She also became a big fan of the earlier rock music and some of the old surf-rock in the 50s-60s. Some artists and bands that she’s fond of are: Ella Fitzgerald, Etta James, Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, Santo & Johnny Farina, Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and Beach Boys. Her favorite song is “Sleepwalk”.

HOW MUCH TIME THEY SPEND EVERY MORNING GETTING READY: She has a bath when she comes home before she goes to bed. She spends about 20 minutes on her hair, but, since she doesn’t wear very much make up during the day, it only takes her a few minutes to do her lipstick and her eyes. She applies more make up before she goes on stage though. modern times: 10 minutes if she doesn’t need to be fancy.

FAVOURITE THING TO COLLECT: Vinyl records. modern times: She never got into 8-track, cassette, CDs, or MP3. Halia does not have cable, but she does have a tv and a vhs player for all of old hollywood movies she’s collected.

LEFT OR RIGHT HANDED: Ambidextrous.

RELIGION (if any): n/a

FAVOURITE SPORT(S): She likes watching a good boxing match every now and again. She goes running when she can (cardio is important when you might be chased by the cops). modern times: She enjoys martial arts and parkour.

FAVOURITE TOURISTY THING TO DO WHEN TRAVELING: Try the food that that particular place is known for!

FAVOURITE KIND OF WEATHER: Cold. She hates sweating and she loves to wear layers.

WEIRD/OBSCURE FEAR THEY HAVE: Romantic relationships or more accurately loving someone way more than they love her. Stems from her relationship with her ex-boyfriend who came back from the war front with PTSD.

THE CARNIVAL/ARCADE GAME THEY ALWAYS WIN WITHOUT FAIL: As long as the game has not been rigged, she will always do really well in a game that involves aim. She will knock down all the milk bottles with that baseball, or shoot all those targets and win that giant teddy bear, sir!

[findingmypeace]

I got home last night around 3am. I'm really frustrated with having to go to the ER/Urgent Care. He (my dietitian) only wanted me to go because he didn't get to check my vitals a 3rd time and that resulted in a 7hr stay in the ER where I mostly just sat around. Maybe this is the eating disorder talking but I feel like this was an overreaction. Like my blood pressure what have corrected itself over the course of a day or two and so none of this was needed. However, I do have to admit that I've started restricting again because I HATE my body so, yeah, I do also get why I was sent to urgent care/ER for fluids. It's just frustrating all the way around.

I have been SO tired and weak today. I don't understand why that happens. Every time I'm given IV fluids the next day I feel SO weak and lightheaded. It's almost like my body works opposite to others. In residential I ended up in a wheelchair the next day. Anyway, I decided to work from home today at the last minute. I realized as I was getting ready for the day there was no way I would have the energy to make it through a whole work day.

I woke up at 10am and took a 2 1/2 hr nap a little bit later. I am not attending iop today because (this is embarrassing) I get paid tomorrow afternoon and until then I don't have enough money to put gas in my car. It's really expensive to drive 100 miles round trip 5 days a week. But since I get paid tomorrow I will be able to attend iop.

I'm going to make another post about where things are headed in iop. It's a lot.

[marmiteprinter]

One of Nimue's first wants as an adult was to have her First Woohoo... naturally. But Thorn was downstairs playing with his toys in the only room with a double bed. Nimue decided that 10am was the perfect time for Thorn to go down for a nap.

"Nap time, Thorn!" she said cheerily as she scooped him up and plonked him into his crib.

"Okay, Nim-Nim!" he said and obediently lay down to sleep.

Nimue felt a little guilty but hey, a grown woman has needs!

While the party carried on upstairs (without music or TV - I hope no one is listening), Nimue brought Thomas downstairs so they could have some adult time together in her mother and stepfather's bed. Well, that certainly pushed the party into 'Good Time' status!

After the party, Nimue went over to the Town Hall, where Jennifer had started posting job listings in the foyer so that people would no longer have to call her directly. Nimue saw the job opening as a Yearbook Supervisor in Journalism and leapt at it. Even though it was very much the bottom of the rung, she hoped she would be able to rise through the ranks quickly.

Back at home, Iris was teaching Thorn the last of his toddler skills - a nursery rhyme. This kid is very lucky compared to his brother and sister, who both had to struggle through with no/very few toddler skills (and have fewer aspiration reward points now as a result). Anyway, he's fully ready to age up now!

[poisonandpages]

Me 10 years ago: Ok so pre-drinks at 9pm, I know you already told me whose house we're going to but I forgot, just get me there and I'll trust them to not be a murderer. Then we'll get to the club in town for 10, I'll buy my fair share of rounds but if other people hand me anything I'm just gonna slug it, no questions asked. We'll leave when the club closes around 3 then head to somebody's house for a few more drinks, and pass out around 6am. I might just pull an all nighter if I feel like it. God, I never got invited to things in high school but I love making up for it now lmao! Let's get wild!

Me 5 years ago: Right, we'll have a drink or two here just before the bus comes at 8pm, then head to the pub and hang out til around midnight - yeah, I'm gonna spend most of the night munching snacks. I can only stay awake til 1, 2 tops, cos I gotta wake up at 7 tomorrow so I can get ready for work. Oh, it's a special occasion? Sarah's birthday and she wants to go a club? Ah, I guess if I have a nap in the afternoon and then an Irish coffee I can push myself to 3am lol.

Me now: My sister who is also my roommate is out of town with a friend so if I start a movie at 8pm and work my way through this bottle of wine I can be finished by 10, have some chill time and pass out on the sofa. If I'm lucky the dog might cuddle up on my feet and keep them toasty. I do not want to wake back up again until 10am tomorrow.

[thessalian]

Thess vs Productivity

It’s only half past twelve and I have got so much done today.

It’s particularly weird because while I went to bed at a halfway reasonable hour, I still woke up before 10am. Though that might have had something to do with a text alert from my GP saying that they’re arranging a phone appointment with me in a week and a half or so regarding my blood test results. I guess the thought of “Okay, I only got the blood drawn on Monday so if I’ve got results coming in this soon, something’s up”, tempered with, “But they’re not trying to speak to me immediately immediately so it can’t be life-threatening” is probably going to kick-start your morning.

Quick trip to the corner shop, and then I started up my slow cooker stew. I turned it on about an hour ago and already the flat’s starting to smell amazing. As per usual, I took liberties with the recipe - I added a potato, I threw in some sage and rosemary as well as the bay leaves and thyme they asked for, I at least doubled the amount of garlic they asked for (three cloves for a 4+ serving dish is all they asked for; clearly they have not met me), and I spiced the meat with some paprika and garlic pepper before I tossed it into the slow cooker. I also may have used less thyme than the original recipe calls for, but I can’t be sure because they asked for “half a pack” and I was getting the herbs from the balcony garden so fuck if I know how much is in a pack. Anyway, the only other real issue here is having had to move my kettle. There’s just about enough space on the counter but I don’t have any wall outlets spare in the kitchen and I had to borrow the power strip I had in the kitchen for my work-from-home setup. I’ll get another one eventually, but for now, if I want coffee, I’ll just have to plug the kettle into one of the living room sockets. It’s fine.

Also I’d forgotten that I boiled up some brine for more refrigerator dill pickles last night, so that it’d cool overnight and be ready by morning. So once I was done sorting out the stew, I spent some time putting garlic cloves, sprigs of dill, and cucumber bits into jars and then pouring salty vinegar water over top. Sounds far less fancy to say it that way, but that is what I did. There’s starting to be a shortage of room in the refrigerator, even though I did at least clear enough space for the jars when I removed the meat for the stew. Of course, now I’m going to have to wiggle things around a lot to find enough room for the stew, but one thing at a time. I think I can manoeuvre some things on the top shelf.

Anyway, even after all that, I decided to run the vacuum cleaner. Not my favourite job, but I’d been putting it off, so since I was apparently feeling it today, I got it done. Honestly, I’d be a lot better with it if the carpet in here wasn’t so awful. Hell, I don’t even want carpet, especially not this off-peach beige monstrosity that clings to fibres and fluff so hard that my mid-range handheld Dyson does nothing. (I especially don’t want it in the damn bathroom, but that’s another thing.) But still, probably better to at least try to deal with the dust.

Now that’s all done and I can actually relax. On one level I’d love to do something fun, but on the other, I kind of want to take a nap. That’s what happens when you wake up earlier than you wanted to and run around being productive for the remaining couple of hours of your morning, I guess.

[handelplayssims]

...honestly 2B wouldn’t care that much about water quality where she fishes. Anyway, it’s five hours until work for 2B, that’s enough time to go to the gym. Besides she’s wfh today. 9S gets his promotion! He’ll be a Covert Operator! Oooh, he now works nights! That’ll make things interesting. The only other job that works nights is the Criminal career, from what I remember. 2B’s wfh kicked in! She’s gonna spar with another Sim! Whenever she gets done with this workout. Got the fatigued moodlet from working out so much. Not good. Meditated until it and the Gloomy moodlet she had were gone. Sparring partner spotted! It’s Lanz from Xenoblade 3! Spar done so I suppose let’s chat for a slight bit. And she found out he was active so lets let them workout together. 2B pulled a muscle. ...she’s a robot, how does she pull a muscle? Anyway, she returns home to 9S.

9S chats about his relationship fears. Again. Because he got the fear of 2B cheating on him after her talking to Miko. -grumble- After some affection, 9S gathers some posters for his collectable whim and 2B goes fishing...and then I decided to head to the park to get some space prints. And fish for 2B. Moongazing didn’t give me any prints, (I KNOW YOU HAVE SOME) so I switched to stargazing. Nothing in Nieghborhood Watch.

You know what, you know what? YOU KNOW WHAT? Screw it! I think it would be fun to move to Willow Creek. We’d wouldn’t deal with some of the pesky neighbors, be closer to 9S’s friends, and give us loads of access to fishing around Willow Creek’s waters! The two chat in the morning, perhaps about this entire situation… and some morning woohoo as well. 9S does some nerdy stuff, solving hard problems and browsing simpedia, while 2B gets ready for work. 9S gets a bit of a snooze in as it’s 10 hours until work and his sleep is sorta down. 2B is off to work! 9S wakes up, four hours until work, and wants to game. (And date 2B but alas) 9S works from home! He wants to...listen in on a Sim. Oh my.

I decided to target Don Lothario, with his close proximity to Penny Pizzaz, noted nemesis. So we head back home and listen in on some infomation he can give us. Blackmail infomation.

Moving house time! And fixing up the colors of this cute green home to fit the black and white ensemble of 2B and 9S! Three hours until Welcome Wagon, we’ll wait until 11:30 and see if anything pops up. No Welcome Wagon so date night it is! Keep getting emotional steps so I’m going to cheat and use flirty potions to get them both in romantic moods. Otherwise it was very much a date. These two couldn’t keep their hands off each other and they had the relative privacy of being out at a park super late at night.

Neighborhood Watch!

Brindleton Bay: The Stanford household recently moved out.

Brindleton Bay: A dog was adopted by the Stanford household.

Last day! ...I forgot it was the third stage that required gold stage dates. Would have been far more aggressive on getting goals. Ah well! Listening to New Age for 9S so doing some yoga as well. 2B’s turn to work from home! ...it’s time to recruit Sims into the military. -shudder- Calling up Savannah from the gym. That gal that was outgoing? Well, she’s unemployed so a perfect opportunity to recruit. Welcome Wagon popped up at 10AM! Good to know that it just happens the next day at 10AM.

Travis, Liberty, Gerald Mulligan, a Sim of my own creation, and Aya Al Habib, a townie who moved into a home and managed to get played, popped in. 2B makes the social rounds before taking a nap. (image of the gathering) Did direct Travis 9S’s way after finding out he’s a techie. The two chat while 9S games. Turns out the two have lots in common! Enough to become good friends before the end of the visit!

After all of this social stuff, it’s time for 9S to nap and 2B revels in her alone time. 9S goes into work today. We then catch some fish for 2B, turns out the fishing hole right outside her home ain’t that bad! 9S returns home. I was going to have him chat with Eddie online but I noticed the Internet stalk and found out the traits for Summer Holiday, Travis Scott, Liberty Lee, Don Lothario and Penny Pizzaz. Just the people he’s been social with all this time.

Neighborhood Watch!

Alejandro Kirk in the Kirk household has died. Alejandro tried to make cereal but it burst into flames.

Savannah Zavala in the Zavala household is now a Freelance Programmer in the Freelance Programmer career.

...good to know that the recruitment did nothing! Anyway, we’re done here! Next time we’re visiting...the Bougie Duo! One of my Dream Home Decorator households! WOOO! I can throw the rest into the JAWS OF DEATH! See you all then!

[ayearlaterletters]

Aug 9th - Aug 14th

I am writing this on August 14th and I am still in love with you. I'm still obsessed with you. and I always think about you being inside of me pleasuring me gently. It is currently 9:08 pm and we departed ways not that long ago maybe 30 minutes ago. I had a wonderful weekend with you and I would do it again! Let's recap :) August 8th: We went bowling after Marcus volleyball game. Then we decided to make love in the Bowlero parking lot then sped off to the darkest home depot parking lot to recoup because a random silver lexus decided to pull up in the empty bowlero parking lot. After we recuperated, I believe you took me to Hong Kong for some late-night dinner :) August 9th Friday: You worked in the morning. After your shift, you picked me up around 530pm. that day was a very spontaneous trip to the mall to window shop, grabbed Wetzel's, and some Ding Tea for me. After the mall, we went to Torrey Pines and laid on the beach on your blanket. Then, we made love in your car. I believe I got home around 1am and only rested for 1 hour before having to get ready for my shift.

August 10th Saturday: It was my first day back at work and I was FC curb and Jetbridge queen - I would like to say, Saturday was a good work shift day. I believe after our shifts, you picked me up again around 530 and we went to The Village in North Park, which is literally down the street from me. I had vegan fish tacos and you had a vegan crunch wrap with a margarita. After our meal, I spontaneously wanted to take you to my beach spot in Del Mar by the racetracks and show you the flowers blooming. we didn't get to go because, by the time we arrived, it was already dusk - you said it's your favorite time of the day. We kissed, talked, and stared out into the sky looking at constellations and the reflection of the moon against the ocean waves. After Del Mar, we drove back to Torrey Pines and made love again. After our lovely night, we drove back home. I think i came home like around midnight. August 11th Sunday: I woke up late and arrived at work an hour later. I was kiosk/bag drop and you also went to work too. Sunday, i woke up around 3-4pm, made my way to walmart to buy fruit and cookies, and came to pick you up for the bay day at colorado with the HA family. We took Claudia home after and then we made our way to IB. We walked along the beach and i said I love you and i meant it even though it slipped out accidentally but i meant my word. We finally said i love you. i went home at a reasonable time and went to bed. August 12th Monday: After our shifts, you picked me up around 6pm and we made our way to plaza bonita amc and watched our surprise movie Skincare. After our movie date, you drove to sunset cliffs and we made love for like 1.5 hours. After our love session, we were very hungry and went back to hong kong for to go. i believe i got home around almost midnight so i took a quick bite of my food and went to bed. August 13th Tuesday: you were my Uber boyfriend and got me a delicious breakfast from Starbucks. After my shift, we went to Fig tree cafe and i ordered a vegan omlete with potatoes and a mimosa flight. You ordered some french toast with eggs and bacon. After our lovely brunch date we went to trader joes and you got some flowers for me and my mother and some chocolate bananas. You dropped me off at home and i took a lovely nap. while i took a nap, you went to get a haircut, ran some errands, and cleaned up around your home. I woke up around 330pm and cleaned up my room and kitchen, then packed my overnight bag. you picked me up around 530pm-545pm and we made our way to Murrieta. We had a gossip session with your auntie, and ate pretty late like around 11pm after your hair was done. We made love and fell asleep around 130am. August 14th Wednesday: We woke up around 8am to make love again, fell back asleep around 10am and woke up around 130pm. After leaving your aunt's house, we drove to yardhouse in temecula. After yardhouse, we walked around the mall and got starbucks, wetzels, and Miss Piggy Moo. After walking around the mall, we drove back to san diego but near mirmar base the traffic was increasing so we made a pit stop at feng cha and hung out after the traffic died down. after sunset, then I finally arrived home and we departed ways. now I am speaking to you on the phone and its officially 10pm! goodnight my lover and sweet dreams. until next time. i cant wait to see what the next week will hold for us. i am having so much fun with you. i love you.

I am everything you ever wanted and more. i am your girl.

somebody who doesn't annoy you and is quiet haha

you are my lover. I've been wanting a connection with somebody emotionally, spiritually, and physically. i am physically attracted to you highly, emotionally you make my heart beat, stomach flutter, brain mushy, and tongue-tied, and spiritually I love how you're intuned with yourself on a deeper level. i appreciate you even more when you read my emotions and understand my body language. you are a great boyfriend who understands me. i appreciate you and I love you so much for that baby you have no idea. you're perfect.

goodnight my lover, i love you and sweet dreams.

10:16pm <3