#seriously I'm okay it's all good I just haven't been sleeping and a big work project is just NOT going through the way it should

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Truly sorry people have forgotten the whole "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything" adage. But also that others are sending you the not so nice things that are being said. Like, that definitely kinda sucks too. Best to you and focusing on things that make you happy!

Oh god everyone's being so nice now I'm so embarrassed.

You're very kind dear. Well the people sending me stuff are only sending me nice things! At least on the main post! But then there will be comments or replies that complain about it - oh I don't like them anymore because they wrote BT, etc.

(Side note - BT stands for BuckTaylor so people using it for BuckTommy - dear GOD please stop. The ship names are confusing enough with y'all picking like ten of them. Please. I am smol and confuséd.)

So the people sending this stuff are well-intentioned. I only meant to explain why (among many other reasons) I won't listen to the (again, well-intentioned) people who say oh my gosh you're missing out on all the kind things people are saying on these other sites! I appreciate all that kindness, really I do and I'm so very lucky to have such enthusiasm and such love for my writing. But I would honestly rather miss out on some of it if it means that I'm protected from seeing the more spoiled or bad faith actors. I have seen very very little 'discourse' over this whole ship war that's sprung up and I'm glad for that, but part of how I've avoided it is by purposefully staying very much in my lane, not go looking through tags, and honestly even deeply limiting who I follow.

Honestly I don't let it usually bother me. 90% of people are so kind and lovely, and I know that the people being angry are not the majority. And I doubt that most of the people complaining even view it as all that deep, they're just venting because they're annoyed and being overly dramatic as we tend to be in fandom because acting overly dramatic is how we do everything around here (hell knows I do it too). I'm just really struggling in my 'real life' and having a bad day so it just kind of got to me, especially since my next three fics are BuddieTommy and I won't be publishing any Buddie until Halloween, and I was feeling kinda low like great, I'm gonna publish these and people will talk shit I guess. Not fun! I gotta say!

But I am and will be okay. I honestly did not expect my inbox to explode the way it just did when I vented in those tags. I, uh, don't expect people to care? that much? which sounds bad but I just mean that I don't expect people to pay all that much attention to me. So it's very sweet that people are sending me love and support.

Thank you for your kindness and thank you to everyone else. I really don't want this to be a Thing so I'm answering all other asks privately. Thank you dears.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Lucy's brother - Tim Bradford x Male!Chen reader

“So what does he do for work?” your sister Lucy asks over the breakfast that she made before you both head off to work.

“No clue we didn't do much talking last night if you catch my drift,” you joke, having told her about the hot guy you met at the bar that you went home with.

“Well did you at least get his name?” She laughs.

“I did but I'm not telling you,” you chuckle, “I don't know if I'm even gonna see him again.”

“You haven't stopped talking about him since you got home you have to see him again,” she replies.

“I mean it was the best sex I've ever had,” you smirk, “and seriously Lucy it was big.”

“Okay gross I didn't need to hear that part,” Lucy says rolling her eyes, “I'm going to work.”

She grabs her bag heading towards the door and you jokingly yell after her, “but I didn't even tell you about the hot scar on his stomach!”

She pretends to not hear you and you laugh, quickly realizing she just left you to clean up all the dirty dishes.

Later outside the station she runs into her TO Tim talking with Angela in the parking lot.

“Good morning,” she tells them smiling brightly, she had only been a police officer for a month and was still trying to get on Tim's good side.

“It's a very good morning for some of us,” Angela snickers, “Bradford got laid last night.”

“I never should have told you,” Tim huffs.

“Oh that's nice,” Lucy says awkwardly not totally sure how she's supposed to react to this situation.

“I told you you'd meet hot guys at the Astro lounge,” Angela adds.

“That's so funny my brother went to that bar last night too,” Lucy states.

Angela looks at Tim with raised eyebrows, “what was the name of the guy you hooked up with?”

Tim opens his mouth right as a gust of wind blows the hem of his shirt up just enough to reveal a scar across his stomach like you had mentioned to her earlier and then her fear is confirmed.

“Uh his name was Y/N.”

“Oh my god,” Lucy blurts out, “you slept with my brother.”

“Nope, this is not happening,” Tim says trying not to show how shocked he is, “go on boot don't be late for roll call.”

Lucy hurries off and Angela bursts out in laughter at Tim's expensive.

“You hooked up with your boots brother,” she hears Angela say behind her.

Lucy pulls out her phone to send you a text, “YOU SLEPT WITH MY TO!!”

A few seconds later she receives a text from you that says, “what are you talking about??”

“The guy you told me about this morning. Tim Bradford. He's my TO Y/N!!”

“Oh shit….”

Lucy wishes she could erase this entire morning from her mind, the last thing she needed to be thinking about was her brother and her TO sleeping together.

The rest of the day was extremely awkward, Lucy and Tim not able to make eye contact with each other during their entire shift.

When she returns home, she slams the door shut and glares at you while you're innocently watching tv on the couch.

“So… did you still want me to see him again?”

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Vampires in the Dark

A/N: I was just going through my draft folder, and I found this little gem.

Summary: Steve dies in his sleep and wakes up a vampire. Also, why is he suddenly thinking about his own ass with images of himself wearing Eddie's vest?

Steve went to sleep after the gates closed. His bat bites were still killing him and kill him they did. He went to sleep that night and succumbed to his wounds. Yet, he still woke up the next morning. The sunlight streamed through his window and hit his skin harshly. Steve groaned and rolled out of bed, rushing away from the beam of light. His head was killing him as well as his gums. He went to his bathroom and brushed his teeth. It didn't help.

He took a shower and turned the water to cold when the hot water nearly burned his skin. After his shower, he realized he was hungry and whipped up some breakfast for himself, but it did nothing for him. Steve frowned. He looked at the clock. Shit he was going to be late. He was supposed to pick up Robin and meet the others to help with cleanup. He grabbed a pair of sunglasses and rushed out the door.

"What's with the sunglasses?" Robin asked as soon as she got into the car.

"The sun is killing me today," Steve said.

"It's not even that bright out," Robin said. "How's your bites? Are you feeling rabid yet?"

"No," Steve scoffed. "They're actually fine. The pain is completely gone."

"What? They were killing you yesterday. You were so bad, Joyce insisted that you didn't come today," Robin said. "You're going to be in big trouble when she sees you."

"Seriously, I woke up this morning and felt fine. The bites are even closed up. I mean, the sun is killing me, and even though I ate this morning, I'm still hungry. I've been having these weird thoughts today too. Like at one point, I was humming Metallica, and I was weirdly thinking about my own ass. I also couldn't get the image of me wearing Eddie's vest out of my mind," Steve said. "So, it's definitely been a weird morning."

"Maybe you miss Eddie," Robin said softly.

"No, I definitely do," Steve said, gripping the steering wheel. "It's not fair!"

He pulled over, breathing heavily, gasping for air. He couldn't breathe. Tears prickled and burned in the corners of his eyes. He let out a sob. Robin placed a hand on his shoulder and began to rub his back.

I'm still here, Stevie. I'm still here.

Steve snapped up and turned to Robin, wiping away his tears.

"Did you say something?" Steve asked.

"Um, no."

"I think I'm going crazy," Steve said.

"You're grieving, Steve," she said softly.

"But I barely spent any time with him at all!" Steve exclaimed.

"It's not about the quantity of time you spend with someone but the quality," she said.

"I think I really liked him, Robbie," Steve said.

Oh, Steve.

Steve and Robin pulled up the center of town where everyone was helping with clean up. Even though the gates were closed, it still left behind a huge mess. Houses were destroyed, and City Hall was still split down the middle. They were currently working on trying to salvage what they could. They got out of the car, and Robin hurried over to his side.

"Show me your bites," Robin glared. "I need to see if you're telling the truth."

"Robin!"

She pulled on his polo, tugging them out of his pants and raised them up. Robin's eyes widened.

"Okay, no way in hell. They're closed up alright, and they look like they healed a long time ago," Robin said. "Oh my God, Steve! Your skin is burning! In the shade now!"

Robin pushed Steve behind a wall, away from everyone, and his skin stopped sizzling.

"Okay. That was weird!" Steve said, frowning.

"Oh God! I have a theory!" Robin exclaimed.

Before he could stop her, Robin ran off. She ran towards Hopper and Joyce.

"Where are the kiddos?" She greeted Joyce.

"They're with Max. They haven't left her side since she woke up, I left them to it. They can help out later," Joyce said.

"Oh, good!" Robin exclaimed. "We have a problem."

"What is it?" Hopper asked with a sigh.

"There's something wrong with Steve," Robin said.

"I told him he needed to see a doctor," Joyce sighed. "Are they infected?"

"I think you should just come with me," Robin said.

Hopper and Joyce followed her to where she left Steve. He was no longer leaning against a wall. He was kneeling on the ground with his back to them.

"Steve? Honey? Are you okay?" Joyce asked.

He turned to them, a dead cat in his arms, and blood on his mouth.

"I'm not hungry anymore," Steve cried.

"I think Steve’s a vampire," Robin said.

Hopper and Joyce followed them back to Steve’s house. Joyce was quick. She started fussing over Steve as soon as they set foot inside of his house. She wiped blood off his mouth while Hopper hovered nearby.

"He's not going to hurt me, Hop," Joyce said.

"How do you know that, Joyce?" Hopper asked.

"Because he went straight for the cat instead of Robin," Joyce said.

"I love cats," Steve said sadly. "I wasn't going to mention it, but you guys have a weird smell that puts me off. I think I'm a vampire who prefers animals. I really do NOT want to eat another cat again, though."

"You don't feel you're being controlled at all?" Hopper asked.

"No, I mean, there's this voice in my head, but I think it's just because I miss -," Steve cut himself off.

I'm still here, Steve. I'm right here, big boy. Listen to me. I got trapped here, and I don't know how to get out. I've been trying to reach you, I don't know how, but I feel you more strongly than before. I can hear you and now I know that you can hear me! JESUS H CHRIST! ANSWER ME! I don't want to be crazy. I killed Vecna. I brought him down!

Suddenly, an image of Eddie fighting Vecna and ripping his throat out with his teeth filled his mind. Eddie was running as the world shook around him as he tried to get to the gate, but it slammed closed in front of him, and Eddie was screaming on the floor of his trailer.

I can hear you.

"Steve?!" Robin was screaming at him and shaking him.

"I'm okay," Steve said, shakily.

"What was that?" Joyce asked.

"You know how we thought that Vecna died of his wounds?" Steve asked.

"Oh, God, he didn't? Is he still alive?" Robin asked.

"No, no, no! He is definitely dead, but we didn't do anything. Eddie killed him," Steve said.

"Eddie's dead," Robin said.

"He died, but he came back, and he's like me. It's why I can hear him," Steve said. "He's stuck in the Upside Down. Robin, he died, and he turned into a vampire. Oh. Damn. I think I died last night."

"Oh, Steve," Robin said tearfully. "You died."

"How sure are that he's in there?" Hopper said.

"I don't know. How sure was Joyce that Will was in the Upside Down?" Steve asked.

"Will was her son, and she loved him," Hopper replied.

"Right," Steve said, growing flustered. "I mean, I definitely - he's a good friend, and we haven't gotten to know each that well, but I would like to, you know, as friends, which is why I think we should try to get him out of there. He belongs with me - I mean, us!"

"You don't have to say anymore if you don't want to, honey," Joyce said. "Of course, we're going to help him."

"We're going to have to open a gate, Joyce," Hopper said.

"I know, but if what he's saying is true, then that means Eddie saved the world. We need to try," Joyce said. "One last time. What would you do if it was me?"

Once they came up with a plan, it was decided that they would do it at night in a few days. Robin had wanted to come with, but Hopper thankfully decided the fewer people the better. Owens' people were still guarding the sights of the gates, but Hopper managed to get rid of the guards surrounding the place where Fred died. It was easier to get through that way. Unfortunately, it meant that El had to get involved, and, of course, she was quite eager to help the man who helped save her friends and the entire town.

"Dustin is very sad. I do not like it," El had said. "Am I going in with you?"

"No, absolutely not," Steve said. "No, all you are doing is opening the gate. In fact, I am going to go in alone."

"Steve - ," Joyce protested.

Steve sighed and took out his knife. He sliced his palm and held it up so they could watch his skin stitch itself back together.

"I can heal. You can't," Steve said. "If anything goes wrong, close the gate behind me."

"Steve, you don't have to do this alone," Joyce said.

"I'm not. You guys are going to be on the other side waiting for us," Steve said.

"You're a good man, Steve," Hopper said. "You better come back. Can't lose another kid . . . No matter what, you're our kid."

Steve fought off the tears as Hopper pulled him into a hug. Joyce pulled him out of Hopper's arms to hug him tightly, and then it was El's turn. El opened the gate, and Steve glanced at them one more time before crawling into the Upside Down. He had hoped he wouldn't have had to step foot in this place again, especially so soon. He could feel him.

Hey, Stevie.

Steve grinned and followed Eddie's presence all the way to the Munsons' trailer. Eddie was sitting on the steps and flashed his dimples at the sight of Steve. They moved at the same time, and then they were running towards each other. The two vampires embraced each other tightly, nearly bringing each other to the ground when they collided. Steve trembled in his arms tightly.

"I'm sorry we left you here, Eddie," Steve sniffled.

"Hey, none of that," Eddie said, pulling back to cup his face. "I was dead. You had to get out of there. I'm not mad."

"You're not?" Steve asked softly.

Eddie smiled, leaned forward, and placed a soft kiss on Steve’s lips. Steve returned the kiss with great enthusiasm, gripping the back Eddie's ripped up jacket. They broke the kiss and leaned their foreheads together.

"Come on, big boy, they're waiting for us," Eddie said.

"Right, right," Steve said.

Steve grabbed his hand and began pulling him along. As soon they crawled out, El closed the gate, and they were quickly ushered into the car. It was quiet as they drove to Steve’s house, and they soon piled into the house. El was the first to approach Eddie.

"You saved my friends and Hawkins," El said. "Thank you."

"And you must be the supergirl who saved our asses multiple times," Eddie said. "It is I who should be thanking you."

"Wonder Woman," El corrected. "I like Wonder Woman."

"A girl after my own heart. Really could have used the lasso of truth sometimes, huh?" Eddie asked.

"Max says it would help to use it on Mike," El said with a smile.

"Yeah. Love that kid, but he's a tough nut to crack," Eddie said.

"I like you," El giggled.

"I like you too," Eddie said, booping her nose. "Oh, I think you have something in your ear."

El gaped when he pulled a quarter out of her ear, and Eddie grinned as he showed her the trick. Meanwhile, the other three were leaning on the kitchen, watching them fondly. Steve tilted his head as he watched them. He leaned close to Hop.

"You know, they kind of look a like," Steve said.

"They do," Joyce said. "Do you think they might be related?"

"Huh," Hopper said, narrowing his eyes at them. "I'll look into it but I doubt it."

"I should probably teach Eddie how to feed," Steve said. "As much as I hate to break this up."

"I am hungry," Eddie said. "Now that you mention it."

"Come on, out in the woods," Steve said.

Steve walked out the back door with Eddie, leaving the others inside, and grabbed a bag by the door. Once they were away from prying eyes, Steve reached over and took Eddie's hands. Eddie grinned and intertwined their fingers.

"What am I excepting here?" Eddie asked as they walked into the woods.

"We're going to feed on animals," he replied.

"We're not going to kill them, are we?" Eddie asked as he went pale.

"Of course not. It's sweet that you're worried about that," Steve said and kissed his cheek. "We're going to find a deer now. Focus and use your senses."

It took a while, but eventually, they found a deer. It helped that they could see in the dark. Steve held the deer gently and exposed its neck to Eddie.

"You'll feed right here, and I'll show you when to stop," Steve said. "After that, you should be able to know when to stop feeding. When you get done, lick the wound."

Eddie gave him a weird look before exposing his fangs. He sunk them into the deer and drank deeply. Steve began stroking the back of his head, and Eddie's eyes fluttered. Steve yanked at his hair and pulled him back. He was done.

"Jesus," Eddie said.

"Now, lick the wound," Steve said.

Eddie gave him an odd look, but he did what Steve told him. Eddie grinned when the skin started to stitch itself back together.

"It's healing!" Eddie exclaimed and laughed.

"Yeah, now get the food and water out of the bag. Give it to the deer," Steve said.

"That's fair," Eddie said and cooed as he fed the deer.

Steve smiled and watched him pet the deer before sending him on its way.

"It's still very weird, but it's better than feeding on humans, and we'll certainly draw less attention this way," Steve shrugged, and Eddie stared at him. "What?"

"What do you think it's like for vampires to feed off each other?" Eddie said.

"I don't know, want to find out?" Steve asked.

"Yeah!"

Steve smirked before pinning Eddie to the ground, his hands above his head.

Meanwhile. . .

Inside the house, Hopper, Joyce, and El were waiting patiently for them to return. They needed to discuss Eddie's return and how they were going to announce it to the world. Plus, Hopper was curious to know if they could handle not one but two vampires living in Hawkins. There were so many things to talk about.

"They should have been back by now, right?" Joyce asked.

"I will go check on them," El said.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to go out there with two vampires in the middle of a hunt," Hopper said. "I'll go."

"Do you have powers?" El asked.

"Well, no," Hopper frowned.

"Then I will go," El said.

"There's no use arguing with you, is there?" Hopper sighed. "Fine."

El went out the backdoor and came back a few minutes later.

"They are alright. I did not see them, but Eddie is making happy screams. Whatever Steve is teaching him, Eddie keeps agreeing with him a lot," El said and paused. "Mom? Dad?"

"What is it?" Joyce asked softly.

"Why would Steve call Eddie Daddy? Eddie is not Steve’s father," El frowned.

Joyce almost choked on her water as she laughed.

"You want to take this one, Hop?" Joyce asked in amusement.

"I do not," Hopper said with a groan.

"I will ask Mike," El nodded. "Once they know Eddie's alive."

"You will not! Alright, fine! I'm going to need to sit down for this one," Hopper said. "And a drink."

Once they came back, Hopper was glaring at them, and El's face was a little red.

"Did we miss something?" Eddie asked.

"I'm happy for you guys, I really am, but next time, keep it in the bedroom so I don't have to explain to my daughter again why Steve likes to call Eddie Daddy," Hopper said.

"Oh god!" Steve exclaimed, covering his face with his hands.

"Sorry about that, Ellie," Eddie winced.

"I did not see anything, but you are very loud," El replied.

"Sorry. Again, I'm so sorry."

The embarrassment that had settled over the lot of them had faded over the last couple of days. Although, Joyce still thought it was funny. Eventually, people learned about Eddie's return, and so, over the next few days, Steve’s house was filled with people. He watched as Eddie was tearfully reunited with his uncle and the rest of Corroded Coffin, Eddie introducing Steve with a huge grin on his face. His reunion with his uncle had made Steve tear up, but when Eddie was reunited with Dustin, he let the tears fall as Eddie and Dustin pulled him into the hug. He held them both so tightly, never wanting let either of them go.

"Mother reunites son with baby daddy," Robin said. "That's a great headline."

"Fuck off, Robin!"

It was strange, despite the fact that Eddie and Steve were technically dead, he never felt more alive than in this very moment.

[under-sedationnn]

mike schmidt x pregnant fem!reader pt.2

summary: a continuation of a day in the life with mike schmidt in which the reader navigates the joys, and hardships, of pregnancy.

"so, what are we thinking, a classic baby blue or something more adventurous? like" a pause, squinting at the screen, "green."

With Abby gone for the day, Mike and I plopped ourselves in the living room for a debrief of the day ahead. I opted for the floor, Mike helping me lower myself to the carpet in front of the TV. I groan as my butt hits the floor less than gracefully, and lay flat on my back as we chat.

"What sounds best to you, y/n?" he starts, stifling a yawn. I feel myself frown slightly in response, feeling guilty about how tired he must be feeling. He catches on.

"Hey hey, baby, I'm okay," another yawn, "I just need another cup of coffee, I think."

"No, Mike, you need to sleep," I say, and turn to lay on my side with my head propped up on my hand. He leans back on the couch and huffs, pulling his hands down his face as he lets out a sigh.

I pick at the carpet with my fingers, and wait for him to respond.

"I know, I know I need to sleep but- damnit, I'm trying to make this work, y/n." Face still hidden, he sits in silence again until I move to sit up. With great difficulty, might I add.

"And you're doing a great job, Mikey, but I really think you could use the rest. We could use the rest, right now." He moves his hands from his face and pulls me in for a hug by my neck. I trace my nails up and down his back through his shirt, and he lets out a small sigh.

He nods his head against my shoulder, and in silence, we move to the bedroom. The bed is still unmade, and we slip back under the covers as if we have never left. Turning to face away from him, Mike buries his front into my back and we melt into one another, the warmth of his chest replacing the chill of vacant sheets.

He places his hand on my stomach, and I feel at home in his embrace. "Mike," I start, "you're gonna be a great dad."

He kisses the back of my neck. "Thank you, baby. You're gonna be a great mom, I know it."

With that, the sound of the TV in the living room drowns out to a lulling hum and the morning light of the window slowly but surely fades to black.

"We're in this together, y/n."

````````````````````````````````````````````

When I wake up from my nap, I haven't moved from my original position, but Mike is gone. The absence of his warmth sends a chill through my body, and I sit up to find the nearest throw blanket.

Walking into the living room, I catch sight of Mike scrolling on my laptop at the table. His forehead is wrinkled in concentration, and when he looks up to find me standing in the doorway, he cracks a smile.

"Good morning," he says, "again."

I chuckle, and he turns his attention back to the screen, scrolling once again.

"Whatcha looking at?" I ask, moving to pour myself a glass of water. I open the dishwasher to find that it hadn't been run the night before, and curse myself silently. I give up for now, and walk back over to the couch. "Mike, please do remind me to run the dishes tonight. But seriously, what's got you all focused in? Looking for a new job listing?"

"I definitely should be, but the night shift pays the bills. Just look at this." He swivels the laptop toward me, and when I see different swatches of paint pulled up, I can't help but smile.

"Good thinking, Mike. Ooooh, I like this purple! It's like a periwinkle."

He leans in to look with me. "Yeah, they have a good selection for not too much money. I'm sure Abby might want a new coat of paint once we get started on a nursery, so we need to prep for that."

"Right," I draw out, "she's probably sick of the shade she's got. Needs something more big girl, you know?"

He only rolls his eyes, grinning slightly. "So, what are we thinking, a classic baby blue or something more adventurous? like" a pause, squinting at the screen, "green."

"Hmmm, green is quite daunting, huh?" I scroll for a few moments, and find a springy peach color. "This would look great with all the sunlight coming in, and we could get everything else in neutrals and use all the hand-me-down furniture my family gave us."

"I'm glad you're feeling inspired," and he looks over the paint color himself, turning to smile wider this time. "This'll be great, let's go pick it up now."

I kiss him, hugging him as well as I can, and waddle to our room to get ready.

After changing our clothes, I find myself on the couch, looking longingly at my sneakers from across the room. Mike walks in, follows my gaze to where my shoes sit, and places my shoes in front of me, chuckling as he goes for his keys.

I sigh, defeated. “Mike, I'm gonna be honest, there's no way I can tie my shoes.”

“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”“”

i know that this part 2 is late and was way shorter than the first but i did just want to give a little more attention to dad!mike because uh so cute?? anyways

thanks for reading!!

[kaledya]

I'm back, trying to answers things and not forget anything 🌸

So Lolicia faq !

Favorite food ?   - muffaletta sandwich   - shrimp with piment sauce   - mango beverages

Favorite activity ?   - playing harp   - dance (but it's take a lot of energy if there is no water close by)   - harvesting purple cords (its like gardening ?)

I can't say too much yet but she good at foreign languages and history. And she likes fashion of course!

For personality traits, I don't really know what you mean ? But she is on the autism spectrum disorder (just like me🌸)

I don't really know what is 'habits' exactly ?

Which overlords Lolicia have met ? (Before The Overlord Meeting ARC)

- Haven't met : Rosie, Vox, Serenity - Might talk to but never met face-to-face : Carmilla, Velvette - Have met : Zestial, Alastor, [spoiler ep 5.3] Val

_

For the Succubuses lifespan question ?

I think Succubus/Incubus lives longer than Imps generally if they harvest more lust from Humans/Demons/Others they actually made their lifespan better and longer! Until 500 years old ?

And yes Lazuli is alive ! Slaying.

Lazuli is very pretty, uniquely blue and mute succubus, she works in the best luxury brothel of the Lust Ring, she will live long for sure! And if Flora becomes her mentor to be next Madam, I'm sure Lazuli will be good at it ! Lady Lazuli hell yes.

I'm glad you love her !!🌸 Like a cute djinn a little (a marid because she would be like a water djinn ahah) 

And I saw you draw the outfits i made for Constantine and Verdelet 🌸 its just Ver give me this rebellious rocks vibes sometimes !

And I love your smileys !

_

• Big message answers

The cleric thing is hilarious! AND OF COURSE I LIKE IT.

_

I hope you are not sick/coughing no more ! Hope you are fine. Ahah the grandmother voice is scary in some way!

_

Of course, Verdelet is a duke now, he has a room too big with 373838383 clothes or something. And somehow he probably stay in his house with the same pretty flowing silk bathrobe, like a rich widow or something even if he has never been married ahah.

_

*trying not to laugh when I see you in pain about the philosophical thoughts*

I mean I was so surprise too ! When I see you answer to that but at least its good, its mean, without knowing it, we are in agreement in some lore you haven't explained yet ! (Linked to Lolicia deep backstory)

_

Not nevermind, I love this sentence to make sure people are recovering from your language. So pretty ! And thank you. I battle the sickness and win, so I'm back on track slowly !

*hugs* 🌸

_

Zootopia/Zootropolis is such a guilty pleasure!

_

Serenity is charismatic to the core. That Misfortune Overlord outfit you draw ? Still make me fall on my knees each time I see her ahah.

I like the idea for Constantine eyes !

And, oh my gods yes to the golden parts on his body ! *I want i want, in niffty scream too* I'm waiting with popcorn. Like ?? Slay ! Constantine makeover. Mel and Malenia (I was about to say Minthara ahah) such good exemple. I'm so here for it.

I just imagine Constantine and Lolicia "competition for fun of clothes and style" like who is the most beautiful but at the end they just pillow fight ahah!

_

Response to comments

Thank you for all the feedback damn it. *cry in mess* where is my hamster ? I didn't expect it you like so much ! Especially I had the scene in my mind for a little week and I had fever when I write it but it paid of, its exactly like I imagine and I'm so glad you like it!

And yes for the blood gore, I always try to put a trigger warning, I don't have the same sensibility to it than others so I try to be cautious and for that it always make sense.

And Alastor and Charlie is like :

C : be okay, Al, I care for you. We will be friend. A : what the hell was that ChArLie?!

Alastor mind : "She is witch. She tries to kill me in my sleep and pretend to be nice." Charlie mind : "We are in better terms now (:"

I will stop ahah.

Thank you again for everything and thank YOU. Have a nice day 🌸

HI!!

-Seriously exotic dishes are their favourite. I love this!

- ı really like that their favorite activity is playing the harp, dancing fits them well too, and yes, I think that consider as gardening, after all, they harvest something, right?

-Yes, I can definetly see they loves fashion, they always wears amazing dress! 💅💅

--

For persosonel trait Some kind of positive or negative characteristics. for example;

-Constsntine's sleep schedule is terrible, sometimes he doesn't sleep for hours and acts like a mad genius when he's sleep deprived.

-or has terrible eating habits, but he usually eats cereals and sweets when he is alone.

-Since Serenity loved animals very much when she was little, she would always catch a lizard or a possum and bring it home.

Etc Etc. So you can think of it as the character's habits.

-It's very interesting that Lolicia is on the autism spectrum!! (Like their parent(you) 🌸🌸)

You can think of habits as the character's habits / things he constantly does, similar to the example given above

---

Okay, now that you know which overlords you know, I'm better prepared for what's to come.AND YES, VAL, I AM WAITING FOR THE NEW EPISODE TO COMMENT ON THE EPISODE, BUT WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN THESE TWO? Did Val have a crush on Lolicia and they rejected him and now he can't handle being rejected?

I was relieved to hear that they lived for a really long time, and yes, a sucubuss as beautiful and talented as Lazuli would probably climb the steps of success easily if she had the right teacher!And of course he will have a long life with him. future madam lady And of course I loved her, she is cute in personality and her design is beautiful!!!

---

Lmao I'm glad you like it Cleric joke But I even have a plan B. If Cleric doesn't work, I'll use my Necrohamster (I love puns)

--

I am good! Grandmother/An alcoholic in the late 1980s, my voice is gone, freedom at last *imagine me posting a photo of a man breaking my chains at sunset*

-LMAO! Verdelet Please never change May he remain as a diva forever slayyy💅💅💅

- Yes, I am in pain, but on the other hand, I am happy because of it!!

-Thank you!! I'm glad you liked her outfit. I'm thinking of doing a ref sheet for Serenity soon. It's really fun to draw her Misfortune jacket!

-Constantine, I'm so glad you loved the idea of adding the gold parts!!! I couldn't add those gold extensions to his body in a good way right now.But now he has gold ornaments on his horns + gold scales under his eyes Slay💅

And yes good old Mithata ( our beloved girl boss)

--

And seriously, the episodes were masterpieces, you really cooked! Also, I don't think you should limit yourself too much for blood and gore, after all, this is an 18+ series.

So be as free as you want, I really love reading your works!!?

--

And Charlile and Alastor lmao Seriously loves the dynamics

Al: This girl is not stupid. Why is she being nice to me? Or is she making a plan behind my back? No, that's not possible. She's too good-hearted for that.... Weird..

Then Charlie, looking with puppy dog eyes: I just want to be friends!

Thank you for responding again! I wish you a good day too!!

[sunshinekindof]

I kind of miss you

I felt terrible. It was the middle of the work week, and I had already managed to get sick. My throat was sore and my voice was hoarse and I couldn't stop coughing. My mood was lower than ever. Plus, I haven't seen Timothee in almost a week. We were going to meet with him a few days ago, but he constantly postponed our meeting, referring to the large number of work and working meetings. At first I was understanding about this, but today I was especially sensitive. I felt weak and all I wanted was to wrap myself in a blanket and snuggle up to my boyfriend. I know I acted like a little girl, but I didn't care.

Thank God it was already the end of the day, and I was free. I took the day off tomorrow and called Timothee. What if he's already was free, and we can finally see each other? I was able to get through to him only on the second attempt.

"Hey you" he said. He was in a good mood.

"Hi Tim. Will I see you today? It's been a while and I kind of miss you"

“I have one more meeting but I think it will take about an hour, after which I am all yours, my love”

"Really? Are you sure you can do it?" I asked hopefully.

“Yes, my love, I promise. I'm sorry, I gotta go, see you soon"

Before I could answer, he had already hung up.

Well, now my mood is clearly better. Just an hour, and I will be warm and in the arms of a loved one. From one thought, my mood became better and better.

Before I went home, I went to the pharmacy. While I was buying medicine for myself, my phone rang and the name of the person I needed so much right now was displayed on the phone screen.

"Hey baby, are you free?" I asked and heard there was music playing in the background.

“My love, listen...I'm sorry, but can I see you tomorrow? I'm really sorry, but this meeting is very important and I only need one evening and tomorrow I'm all yours. Promise"

My heart skipped a beat at his words. Seriously? Again?

“Tim, look, I don’t want to distract you, but maybe you can come to my place later? It doesn't matter how late it is. I will wait for you. Everything is fine, but I would not like to be alone today, ”I asked, although I already knew in advance what he would answer me. This has already happened. Timothee was so engrossed in his work that we didn't see each other for about a month.

“No, baby, go to bed, don't wait for me. I will be late. I want you to get enough sleep."

Yes, I thought, of course. He just did not know that I had not slept normally for 2 nights. I didn't want to tell him, but still... So, okay, I told myself, it's time to be a big girl and not be so needy. You can handle everything on your own.

"Yeah ok. I'll see you another time" I said and turned off my phone. I didn't want to listen to what he had to say. I've heard it 1000 times already. I didn't blame Timothee. I knew what I agreed to when we started dating, but still, like a stupid girl, I hoped for a miracle. We all want a miracle sometimes, right?

But we live in the real world, so I took a taxi and drove home. The drive home took me about an hour.

When I entered the apartment, I immediately smelled my favorite food. What? When I entered the kitchen, I saw Timothee cutting vegetables.

" Timothee? What's happening?" Seriously what?

When he heard my voice, he turned around and looked at me with a smile. But as soon as he saw me, the joy in his eyes immediately changed to excitement.

"Oh, baby, how are you feeling yourself?" he asked me.

"I'm...great," I said, but was caught in a lie when I started coughing loudly.

"Yeah, I see," Timothee said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Timothee, what are you doing here? You said that…" 

“I know what I said and I'm sorry about that,” he interrupted me, “I was in a meeting, but your voice seemed strange to me, so when you hung up, I started calling you again, but your phone was unavailable. Then I called you at work, in case you were still there and I could pick you up, but you weren't there anymore. Your colleague answered my call and said that you had already left and that you had been feeling unwell all day. That's why I left early to take care of my girl."

I didn't want to cry, but my eyes were starting to fill with tears.

"Tim, you shouldn’t..."

“Of course you should. I'm sorry baby" he said and hugged me, pressing his lips to my forehead.

"God, you're hot" Timothy said and looked at me

"Thank you?" I smiled

“I'm serious, you have a fever. How long have you been feeling unwell?” he asked seriously

I lowered my eyes to the floor and replied, "Well ... since yesterday .."

"And you went to work?"

“I couldn’t leave, I have deadlines”

“And you didn’t tell me that you feel bad,” he began to scold me

"I didn't want you to worry"

“But what about the talk that we are partners and …” he continued, but when a tear rolled down my cheek, he immediately fell silent. God, I've become so sensitive that it's annoying

"I'm sorry"

“No, forgive me. I love you. Will you let me take care of you" he asked gently and pressed his lips to mine for a moment, but I immediately recoiled

"Don't kiss me, you'll get sick"

"Try to stop me and see what happens" he said and pressed his lips against mine again. I missed him so much that this time I did not resist. As he backed away from me, I whispered, “Thank you. I missed you"

“And I missed you. So much. Now go wash your hands, dinner is almost ready" said Timothee and turned me towards the bathroom.

"Yes sir" I said with a smile. My recovery will definitely be quick.

[blindrapture]

THURSDAY JUNE 16TH, 2011 ("I'll kneel.")

12:45 AM What? Where’s.. I mean.. I’m at the marketplace. Mistress isn’t here. Dammit. I need her. There aren’t even any of her puppets around here. Okay. I’ll leave her a message. I’m gonna ask her out.

(A page is torn from the journal.)

1:34 AM Back home. Guess all I can do now is wait. Again.

3:09 AM For some reason, I don’t think she’ll get back to me tonight. I’m goin’ to sleep.

1:42 PM I dreamt of fire and an eternity of having dangerous objects rammed spiders crawling down and up my throat, all while Mistress made my limbs dance with the strings conveniently located inside all my joints. I really fucking hope I don’t mess this up.

2:36 PM Banging on the door! Kay, try to look smart, Jordan. Keep yourself together. Here goes nothing.

2:38 PM Miiistr—oh. It’s a puppet. “The Mistress wants to see you.”

3:00 PM There she is, on her throne like usual, Miiiistreeeess! ..oh, yes, ma’am. I’ll kneel. "I want to know why you wrote a note to me, like that." It's simple, really! I'm a hopeless romantic! I thought you'd appreciate it written on a note. :3 "..aren't you just the cutest little thing? I would love to discuss a date and place, and I admit I'd been waiting for my adorable little pet to ask me out. On a date! I haven't been able to stop going over and over this note, I love the idea of it! You want me! You actually... I mean, of course you do! And you picked such an outstandingly cute way to ask out a goddess." Right! So! Date and time, location? I was thinking, maybe, uh.. Friday at eight? At the steak and grill restaurant over by my place. "'Friday at eight.' It's oh so romantic... oh, here!" threw something downTRILBY MY HAT "I hope you appreciate the fact I've been sitting on that hat this whole time. I know how much you love that." Why, thank you. I do appreciate that. :D (to the point I might just gag.) "And you'll get little Tiger Stripes on Friday too, after the foreplay. You and your adorable little plastic guitar... I'm so proud of you, dorky little you, working up such courage. I raised you right. I hope that, one day, you and I can rule Rapture together. Well... specifically, I can rule both you and Rapture, but I'd keep you safe from any other baddies who wanted to hurt you. The White Jester, prince of all the world! Pet for his queen…" ..right. Right! Um.. she's gazing at me. o..okay. I'm going now! See you Friday! At eight! Mistress!

3:38 PM Oh my god I’m going to throw up I mean she’s dominant and all but she’s.. there’s something about her that I really can’t.. like.

4:02 PM Okay, I need to go to that restaurant again.

5:43 PM Kay, nommed, and now it’s time to plan this out for real, now that I know that this is seriously gonna happen. The kitchen’s layout is average-sized. One huge table in the middle; I’ll clear that for the actual plan. Two tables by the left and right walls, table by the wall closest to the exit, but the wall furthest from the exit is taken up by a series of ovens, including the B-4000k in the middle, about the length of the mid-table. Freezer over to the left, restroom to the right.

7:29 PM Looks like, once again, I just need to wait. Guess I’ll nom a bit more.

9:34 PM Home now.

9:45 PM I’m too fucking anxious. I’m gonna rest up. I’m gonna try to rest up. Big day tomorrow. I mean, hell. It’s my first date.

(Attached: “The B-4000k Oven was named by Leroy Breecrest, who isn’t exactly known for coming up with good names. He named his son Bryan.”)

[PREV LOG] [TABLE OF CONTENTS] [NEXT LOG]

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Lenny and Midge, dealing with Lorelai’s broken leg.

"Okay, kid, careful now."

Lorelai wobbles on her crutches, but manages to get into the door of Midge and Lenny's place. "Really, Lenny, I can just stay at the Inn..."

"No way, kid," he tells her. "Mia's out of town, and you need to be looked after. And so does Rory."

"You're back!" Rory squeaks, dashing to the door. "Mom, are you okay Do you need anything? Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Midge made dinner."

"Sweets, sweets, it's okay," Lorelai assures her daughter. "I'm okay."

The five-year-old watches her mother with large, worried eyes, biting her lip, and Lorelai realizes that Lenny is right. They're going to need help.

"Everybody in one piece?" Midge asks, walking out from the kitchen.

"As it were," Lenny responds. "It's broken, so she'll be in a cast for a while."

"Poor thing, let's get you sitting," Midge says, helping Lorelai into the living room. "You can hang out in here, and then sleep in my office on the pullout sofa."

Soon, Lorelai is settled on the couch, and Midge has put a movie on, and Rory is curled in next to her.

"No more yoga," the little girl orders.

"You got it," Lorelai promises. "No more yoga."

*****

Lorelai finds Lenny in the kitchen late that night, munching on a piece of babka, and sipping some coffee.

"Oh, me please, yes please."

He chuckles and pours her a cup as she settles into a chair at the kitchen table. "How ya feelin?"

She shrugs. "I'm okay. It sucks. It hurts. It'll heel."

"The confidence of the young," Lenny chuckles.

Lorelai takes a deep breath and blows it out slowly before looking at Lenny. "So."

He lifts an eyebrow. "So?"

"So...the house across the street is for sale."

Lenny nods slowly, sitting back. "Yes, I did notice that."

"And I...have been saving," she goes on. "Saving a lot. A whole lot. So much."

"That's good."

"But I uh...I'm twenty-three," she says sheepishly. "And I haven't built up enough credit to convince the banks to sell it to me. Even with a hefty down payment."

"Yes, there are some downsides to youth," Lenny admits, looking sympathetic. "You asking me for my help?"

Lorelai nods. "Yeah. I hate it. I don't like asking for help. I've been so good at making all of this work, but I just - this is a hurdle I can't clear on my own."

He grins at her, reaching out and patting her hand gently. "You've got my cosign. Just tell me where and when, and I'll be there, pen in hand."

She huffs out a relieved breath. "Thank you. Seriously, Lenny. This is - it's big. It's buying a house. It's-"

"It's big," he agrees with a smile. "And Midge and I are both very proud of you. You've come a long way. Yoga idiocy aside."

Lorelai laughs. "I took the other girl down with me."

"Of course you did," he chuckles. "You want some babka?"

"Does Midge have an entire closet dedicated to shoes?" asks back with a smirk.

He lets out a short laugh and gets up to get her some. "You're going to have to beat Midge back with a spoon to keep her from decorating your new house."

"I will buy some new spoons."

"Well, you'll need them. You're gonna have a house."

Lorelai beams as she takes the babka. "I'm gonna have a house."

[farfromdaylight]

2023 writing meme

i don't usually do the fic writer meme because i don't usually write a lot of fic other than longfic. but this year was an outlier, so, here we are!

Number of fics written (posted) in 2023: 23. seriously, who am i? plus 3 finished and 2 unfinished, both unposted.

Total word count of posted fic: 57,515

Total word count of unposted fic: 66,701

Total word count overall: 124,216

Worth noting that some of my posted fic this year was written during Nanowrimo last year, so the numbers are a bit skewed.

Fandoms: Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy VII Remake, Final Fantasy XII, Final Fantasy XIV. I did write one FFXIV/Pacific Rim crossover.

all of my fic is on AO3.

Best title: I'm really biased towards heaven can wait (WoL/Exarch), my big bang fic. I also quite like before you're burned, become the sun (Alisaie) but that's just because I've always liked that lyric.

Worst title: to believe in you (i'll try) (Cloud/Tifa). I was going for a theme across all of my Cloti week fics but I don't like that title at all...

Best first line: From before you're burned, become the sun:

The sun never sets, because there is no sun.

Worst first line: From to believe in you (i'll try):

Cloud is so different.

Best last line: From heaven can wait:

"Welcome to the First, Warrior of Darkness," he says, lifting up his brother. "Let's get you inside. We've got a world to save."

Worst last line: From to believe in you (i'll try) (seriously, I am not happy with this fic LOL):

For now, they have a reactor to take down.

Looking back, did you write more than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

Less than I was supposed to, yet more than I expected. I had various health issues throughout the year that prevented me from writing a lot (have you ever tried to write when you can't sleep more than 3 hours at a time? Yeah) but also I managed to write for two fandom weeks and completed Nanowrimo. So, not bad!

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year?

I didn't think I'd write so many Cloti fics! I've loved the pairing for a long time but I really didn't think I would write so much. Really glad I did though. Also, I had no plans to write the Alisaie or Ashe fics and I'm glad I stretched myself and wrote them.

What’s your favourite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

heaven can wait, no contest. I still go back and reread it sometimes and just have a blast. It's a story I very much wrote for myself, and I'm really glad it's gotten a good reception.

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

By kudos: amber embrace (WoL/G'raha)

By hits: love grows (WoL/G'raha)

By comments and bookmarks: heaven can wait

Deeply funny to me that the NSFW fic is the most popular. The people want what they want.

Story most underappreciated by the universe?

If we ignore the fic I posted an hour ago that has literally 1 hit so far: for you, i walk on (Tifa), which I wrote for the second volume of the Tifa zine. But that's only by hits and kudos; it got very lovely comments and I had a great time with the zine.

By comments, I have 5 fics without comments at all. :( One of them has 30 kudos! Please comment on fics, folks.

Story that could have been better?

Not to beat the dead horse, but to believe in you (i'll try). It's meant to be a Remake fic, but I haven't finished replaying Remake and I only half-remember the Cloti scenes. I'm working on replaying it now, so hopefully I can add to it soon.

Sexiest story?

I mean, according to the numbers, it's either amber embrace or love grows. But actually it's one of the fics I didn't post this year. I wrote a 16,000-word fic about my WoL's honeymoon with G'raha. It is very spicy and it will not be seeing the light of day because it belongs to a non-canon AU.

Saddest story?

I don't know that I have a good answer to this one. I mean, heaven can wait is angsty, but that's different.

Most fun?

Most silly is definitely shuffle or boogie (WoL/G'raha), which was just an excuse to write a fic about Triple Triad.

Story with single sweetest moment?

PROBABLY THE WEDDING FIC, LOL. Or the denouement of heaven can wait. Or the holiday fic I just posted.

Most fucked-up story?

I wrote some vanilla-ass fic this year, I ain't got nothing for this.

Hardest story to write?

Honestly, a lot of the Cloti fics were tough. I'm not really rusty on the canon (FFVII lives rent free in my brain) but I hadn't written the characters in a pairing for some years. The Ashe fic was also tough for similar reasons: I've never written FFXII fic before. The Endwalker fic (WIP) has been really hard because it's some tough content and I've been struggling with how much of the canon to cover and how much to make up whole cloth.

Easiest/most fun story to write?

heaven can wait, which I really just had a blast with. This was last year's Nanowrimo, though, so... Maybe the holiday fic? I wrote it in a couple hours last weekend.

Did any stories shift your perception of the characters?

Not really. I don't tend to write fics about characters I don't have a firm grasp of.

Most overdue story?

Beyond the Vault, the eternal albatross around my neck. Also the Endwalker fic, because it's taken me two years to even have a WIP...

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

This year was good at helping me fight off the perfectionist tendency! I posted a lot of the fandom week fics within a week (or shorter) of writing them, and it let me chill out considerably about polish. Sometimes you can just write a fic and you don't have to go over it with a fine-tooth comb, you can just post it.

[treveonwest]

(PowerRuff part 21 part 2) {The Cutie Prom}

Brick🤬) all right Butch I'm finally going to do it

_____________________________

Butch🦴) well she's over there better do it before you lose your chance

___________________

Brick🤬) you're right….. I'm going for it

Berserk🔥) hold on Loverboy

Berserk🔥) look I know you like Blossom and stuff but I'm telling you right now I call dips she's just too hot for you and unlike you I've been trying to get her attention so you're not going to fuck that up for me

Brick🤬) okay first of all you can't call dibs second of all I've liked Blossom for a while now and you are not about to mess it up who Do You Think You Are hell we used to date and now you're trying to take the other girl that I want yeah no honey you're not about to fuck that up for me and at least I'm a boy Blossom doesn't like girls

Blossom🌸) wait did you say you had your dress made for you bubbles

_____________________________

Bubbles💙) yes I contacted this famous fashion designer and she designed it for me

____________________

Brick🤬) hey Blossom can I talk to you

Blossom🌸) sure Brick what's up

______________________________

Brick🤬) well there's something I really want to ask you

Brick🤬) Pinky do you maybe wanna go to the prom with me

Blossom🌸) oh umm of course I'd be more than happy to go with you *in her head* {I actually can't believe he asked me}

Brick🤬) *blushing hard as fuck* yeah thanks for agreeing to go with me I'll make sure I dress nice and whatever

_____________________________________

Blossom🌸) cool I love a man that knows how to dress

Butch🦴) *wolf whistles* GO BRICK

Angel🐭) ummm hi princess

______________________

Princess👑) hi Angel

Angel🐭) ummm hi princess

____________________________

Princess👑) hi Angel

___________________

Angel🐭) are you okay you seem a little down

_______________________

Princess👑) yeah a little I've been having a really hard time sleeping at night something………….. Really awful happened to me when I was kidnapped and I've been having nightmares ever since last night I actually got a good sleep but I haven't been sleeping very good for a couple of days

Angel🐭) it's okay princess I'm here for you honestly I actually wanted to be your friend unlike those other girls

_______________________________

Princess👑) thanks angel *cries a little bit*

Angel🐭) also princess I know you said you're feeling a little down I was just really wondering if you maybe want to go to the p-prom w-with m-me just too you know have a little f-fun

________________________________

Princess👑) you know I was seriously thinking about not going but maybe it's what I need maybe I need to go out and have a little fun so yeah I'll go with you

Berserk🔥) and it's crazy like I like this girl like I like her a lot but she keeps on saying she's straight but gives off intense bi energy but she keeps on saying she doesn't like me everytime I flirt with her but the crazy thing is she likes this guy and that guy is what happens to be one of my ex-boyfriends that I really don't like to talk about because we dated at a really crappy time of my life and it's just like so stressful

_____________________________

Julian🏳️‍⚧️) sorry about that hopefully things work out for you

Butch🦴) hey Julian can I talk to you

________________________

Julian🏳️‍⚧️) sure cutie

Butch🦴) so I was wondering if you're pretty self wanted to go to the prom with a hunk like me

Julian🏳️‍⚧️) sure you are pretty handsome and I recently bought this really cute outfit and now I have a reason to wear it

_______________________________

Butch🦴) awesome looking forward to it

Hours Later

Blossom🌸) bubbles your outfit is so cute

Bubbles💙) yes I love my dress but big sis I'm kind of jealous yours is beautiful

Buttercup💚) are you guys possible ready yet because I've been ready for hours and you guys have just been sitting in here talking

Blossom🌸) wow Buttercup you look really spiffy

________________________________

Bubbles💙) yeah I've never seen you wear a suit before

______________________

Buttercup💚) yeah that's mostly because I don't like going to fancy events and I did buy the suit to go on a date with Summer but now I get to use it for something else but since we're all ready let's hurry up and go downstairs the Uber driver is going to be here in any minute

Don't Worry Keep Reading

[aclosetfan]

I haven't seen you write for this pairing yet so how about 23 for Brick and Buttercup? 👀👀

alright, anon, i see you. i asked for variety. you said, bet. I've literally never written this pairing before that's so crazy. i had to really think about this one! At first, I didn't know why Buttercup would like Brick, especially with the way i write him. But then i was like, OH wait Buttercup would love a good project, and Brick is definitely a project, and now I'm a lil obsessed lol

Prompt 23: okay so sleeping it off didn't work. let me consult my list. hypnotism, no. meditation, certainly not. well something has to work because I simply cannot be in love with them

---------------------------------------------------------------

Buttercup sat cross-legged at the end of her bed. Silent.

"She's been like this all day." Bubbles whispered.

"Making those faces?" Robin whispered back, stirring her drink.

"Yep," Blossom answered.

"Has she said why?"

Blossom shook her head, "Not even a clue. She won't say anything."

"That's why we called you," Bubbles admitted. "We were thinking maybe this was a job for a best friend. Not sisters."

Robin gaped, "But she tells you guys everything."

"Yes, so this has got to be big—" Blossom nodded.

"—and it's gotta be juicy—" Bubbles interjected.

"—and she can't kill you for telling us every little detail after you find out," Blossom's smirk was evil as Bubbles shoved her into the girls' bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

"We bought you boba, so you have to!" Bubbles' parting words echoed down the hall.

Robin gasped, banging on the door, "The boba was a lie!? You set me up!"

There was no immediate answer, but she heard the front door bang shut and swiveled around just in time to see a pink and blue neon light zoom past the three bedroom windows at the front of the room. She glared at the fading light, blowing her bangs off her forehead before focusing on Buttercup.

Buttercup sat like a statue, seemingly unbothered by the commotion she and her sisters had caused. Robin took a cautious step toward her friend, "heyyyy, Butter-cup—" she popped the last syllable of her name, "—you’re acting…creepy. What's, uh, up?"

Buttercup ignored her, her 20-yard stare focused entirely on the wall before her.

"Buttercup? Hello?"

Robin stood there until the creepy silence became awkward. She sipped at her boba, shifting from foot to foot. When she got bored of that, she waved a hand in front of Buttercup's face, snapped a finger, and did a fucking tap dance with no reaction from Buttercup. She deflated, out of breath and ideas, and her eyes drifted to Bubbles' side of the room.

“Hey, did Bubbles add those glitter bombs to your guys’ laundry yet?”

This did the trick as Buttercup snapped her head toward her direction to sneer, “she better have not.”

“Ah!” Robin smiled, “Back from the dead, I see?”

Buttercup’s eyes widened, looking away like she suddenly remembered she was supposed to be acting creepy instead of complaining about Bubbles.

“Oh no,” Robin snatched her chin and tilted it back, “What’s your deal, man?”

“Nuh-uh,” Buttercup shook her head, “can’t tell.”

“Why not?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Spill.”

“mMm, mm," Buttercup continued, shaking her head, "something not cool, Rob. Not cool."

This made Robin worry. “Seriously,” She asked, “is everything okay?”

“Uh, it issss, yep, not good, Rob.”

“What’s not good?”

“It’s not looking good.”

“Yeah, you said that. What happened?”

“Something not cool, man.”

“Okay,” Robin shook her head overenthusiastically, reaching the point of hysterical condescension, “Yeah, you said that already. Are we—are we just gonna keep circling the drain here, or can you suck it up and spill?”

Buttercup kept shaking her head, “I literally don't think I can. I-I, uh I—” She gagged, “—nope, nope. I can’t tell you. It's that mortifying.”

“Ew, don’t puke,” Robin crinkled her nose, “I mean, my interest is piqued, so don’t stop talking, but if you puke, I’m gonna puke.”

“It’s puke-level gross, though.”

Robin’s eyes widened as she took a long sip of her drink before asking, “Omg, what, though?

Buttercup opened her mouth and then snapped it shut. Her head swiveled around, eyes darting to the corners of the room before her gaze returned to her. "Girl,” She said.

“Girl?” Robin replied.

“Girl, look at me in the eyes,” Buttercup instructed.

“Oh—kay? Why are you being so cryp—” She paused, staring Buttercup in the eyes, and fell silent.

Her eyes widened in question. Buttercup’s widened in answer.

Robin gasped, covering her mouth and putting her drink down, “Girrrlll, noooo. Stop.”

“Girl, yes. What. Do. I. Do!?”

“Stop.” She commanded, but Buttercup shook her head. “Like what!”

“You can’t laugh!” Buttercup whined.

“Laugh!” Robin’s jaw hit the group, “I cannot laugh while I am in shock. When?”

“I don’t know!”

“How?”

“I don’t know!”

“Why?”

“I don’t know!”

“What do you know!?”

“I know I’m freaking out! This can’t be happening!”

“Okay, okay,” Robin tried placating her, “Don’t panic! It's not—like, it's not the worst you could—" she stopped short, shutting her mouth for a moment before continuing, "—like, at least it's not Boomer."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!" Robin nodded, "You know, Brick's, uh, he's, um—and we’re like absolutely sure it’s not Butch?”

“It’s not Butch.”

“Oh my gosh,” She fanned her face, “shit, scoot over, I’m like sweating. What?”

“You’re sweating! I haven’t been able to eat!”

Robin got comfortable on the bed, thinking things through as she ignored Buttercup’s wide-eyed panic.

“Okay, listen, you know. It’s fine. Liking him isn’t a reflection of your character or an act of poor judgment, okay?”

Buttercup hesitated before nodding, “yeah, yeah.”

“Like Brick, uh, there are attractive…things…about him? Yeah,” Robin nodded her head, holding Buttercup’s hands in her own, “He's definitely really, uh—well, he’s, like, you know, um—"

"—it’s taking you a long time—" Buttercup’s voice pitched upward.

"—it is. It is. I'm getting there. Hold on..." She trailed off before brightening, "Hey, wait! Maybe you're just tired! Are you tired? Maybe you're tired?

“I tried sleeping it off. It didn't work.”

“Okay, so sleeping it off didn't work.” She pulled out her phone, “Let me consult my crisis list.” She did some quick scrolling before asking, “Hypnotism?”

“No dice.” Buttercup shook her head.

“Meditation?”

“Oh ho,” Buttercup huffed, shaking her head, “definitely not. Made it worse.”

“Oof, shit. That’s bad.” She tossed her phone to the side and placed both of her hands on Buttercup’s shoulders, “Listen, I think we should kill him?"

"No, I thought about that already. Anyone else, and it'd be a no-brainer, but we're talking about Brick here! He'd be ready for it."

“Okay, fair,” She conceded with a finger shake, “you may be right about that.”

“Like, Robin, please tell me you have another idea. Something has to work because I simply cannot be in love with them.”

Robin pulled a face, “I'll be honest, most of my ideas involve murder, so I’m sort of running into a brick wall here.”

“Seriously,” Buttercup deadpanned.  

“Sorry,” Robin snorted, “couldn't help myself. Hey, maybe we could, um. It's like we—uh—well, okay, like so, why...him, exactly?"

"I told you already, I don't know!

"Wait! Maybe it's gender envy."

Buttercup paused, "Huh, well, no. I think it could be…both?"

"Both? What's the both part? Gender envy and what?"

"I don't know! Just, you know!”

“No, I don’t know.”

Buttercup fell backward into her pillows with a whine, “Me either! What’s wrong with me!”

“I have no idea,” She smoothed her friend’s bangs back, “but we have got to find you some standards, girl.”

-----------------------------------------------------------

Extra:

“Why do I feel, like, super bad about myself all the sudden?” Brick asked no one in particular.

Butch didn’t look up from his phone, “have you had any water today?”

“I had a mountain dew, like, uhh,” He trailed off, interested in his own phone before tacking on, “like I had one yesterday,” five minutes later.  

“Yeah,” Butch continued to scroll down his phone, “so you get why I’m not gonna respond to that, right?”

[mlobsters]

supernatural s14e5 nightmare logic (w. meredith glynn)

i haven't been engaged with a main plot on this show in a long time but man, every new season i just get more and more tired. michael using grace?? to juice up super monsters, jack doing unspecified potential evil-erasing, ad nauseam

i thought this maggie girl wasn't an on the ground type hunter, and with how they always have harped on not hunting alone.. good things sure to come.

DEAN You kids have fun out there. SAM Don't even say it. DEAN What? No, it's good. It's got, like, a very camp-counselor vibe to it. Just need to get you a whistle.

at least he looks pretty fond while he's saying it :p

DEAN You got any rest lately, like at all? I mean, look, man, I know things are crazy right now, okay? I mean, hell, I just went toe-to-toe with my own personal horror-movie icon, but we all need our beauty sleep. SAM Dean, I have 16 Hunters on cases right now. That's not counting Jack and Cas in Sarasota or Mom and Bobby working that rugaru in Texas. DEAN Okay, you know that these people survived a war, right? SAM Yeah, but a war isn't Hunting. These people need, uh, lore and weapons and tips and backup, and -- Look, don't worry (phone chimes) about me, all right? I'm -- I'm -- I'm good.

where's uh. garth? someone else to delegate some of the hunter wrangling to? does he still do that post-werewolfing? this is ridiculous. whatever

having a hard time wrapping my head around those hills in the background there

DEAN Huh. Private cemetery. Must be nice. SAM What?

ok that got a smile out of me

DEAN Something on your mind, Bobby? BOBBY Yeah. Your brother. He let Maggie come here when she had no idea what she was walking into. (pause) She wasn't ready.

i mean. based on what the show showed us about her before, inclined to agree. but whatever! heavy is the head blah blah

MARY Look, don't listen to Bobby. SAM Um, maybe he's right, you know? I encouraged her. Maybe he's right about me, about everything. MARY Sam. Watching you these last few weeks, you know what I've been saying to myself? "This is what he was born to do." If Bobby can't see that, then it's not the only thing he's been missing lately.

maybe he is but i rolled my eyes nonetheless. all this is just so out of left field

SAM I wasn't gonna mention it. None of my business, but it did seem like you'd gotten pretty close lately. MARY Yeah, and I thought so, too. Maybe, but since we've been back, things have changed.

there had been a lot of meaningful looks. i was wonder if they were gonna have yet another younger woman be interested in him

SAM Have you asked? MARY Bobby's not open like your dad. SAM Wait. Like my dad? MARY Okay. At least he's not like your dad was when I knew him.

L O L

MARY Bobby's got walls, big ones. I just don't know if I can do that if I even ever put myself out there again. (chuckles) I shouldn't be talking to you about this.

seriously, why does bobby pull literally all the ladies? ellen (in an alternate timeline), jody, his neighbor lady marcy, mary, that lady with the awful sword in the stone bit. get you a lady in her 40s, she's there for it. they were all born around 1970, he was born in 1950. and he's never had the most winning personality

BOBBY You think I was too hard on your brother back there. DEAN He's doing his best. He's doing better than his best. You know, this whole Hunter Five-O thing -- he's -- he's killing himself over it. He doesn't eat, he doesn't sleep, grew himself one of those Kenny Rogers beards. No offense.

tell him, dean. but i mean, also, i kinda agreed with bobby. but no one makes perfect decisions - and especially not when sleep deprived and underfed

DEAN Can I give you a little advice? Let it go. The past is… There's nothing you can do about it now, so… it's just baggage. Let it go. You'll feel a lot lighter. SASHA Is that what you do? DEAN I try. Every single day.

the snort i snorted. okay i feel like he's had this conversation before but then admitted that he can't/is terrible at it. oh god. i'm never gonna remember who he was talking to/when. ughhh

anyway, old chestnut of giving someone advice that you need yourself

bobby getting beaten up by his dead (smited??) son. sure. is he gonna survive the angel blade skewering to a tree through the left side of his chest

upgraded by michael djinn that can manifest nightmares, sure sure

NEIL Relax. I won't let anything happen to Michael's favorite monkey suit, but I am curious (distorted voice) what are your nightmares? [The djinn puts a hand on Dean’s forehead. His grin falls. He lets Dean go.] NEIL You -- You're --

mmmk. vaguely ominous

DEAN You did this. You got her home.

now eat a sandwich and go to bed

no prob, bob

BOBBY I'm the one that brought him to war. I'm the one who sent him to die. I don't even know what they did to him. The angels took them. We never found the bodies. I never figured I'd be any kind of a father to a child. But Daniel… was the best thing in my life. (sighs deeply) I always assumed that war'd kill me, too, but it didn't. I guess lately, I've -- I've been looking for other options. MARY The Hunting. BOBBY It ends the same. MARY No. You are not allowed to give up on me. BOBBY I don't… I don't know any other way to live. MARY Then we'll find one.

all right then. this is a lot

that was a sweet moment there, good job, samantha. but now i'm crying because i'm like. WHEN DO DEAN AND SAM GET TO JUST BE HAPPY, HUH???? and we get the mushy music for the hugs and goodbye

DEAN Garth? It's Dean. Here's the deal --

speak of the devil

SAM Dean -- DEAN I know, I know. Not my fault. It's Michael. It's all Michael. (scoffs) You know, I've been trying to -- not forget, but to move on from what I -- from what we -- from what he did. And I got to be honest, I was -- I was starting to feel like myself again. Almost. SAM So we'll work harder. DEAN How, Sam? You get sleep three hours of sleep a night. SAM All right, then -- then -- then I'll sleep two. Dean, we're going to find Michael, and when we do, we will kill him.

you cannot function on that little sleep for an extended period of time this is just stupid.

DEAN How? SAM I don't know. We'll -- We'll -- We'll track down Dark Kaia and her spear. We'll -- We'll find something. DEAN I hope you're right.

am i missing something? did the two archangel blades disappear?? reading the wiki without trying to completely spoil myself, i see it says it can only kill an archangel when wielded by another archangel. hokay. did we know that?

[checkers-dance]

NOXIA MADE UP ANOTHER NCT STORY FOR ME TONIGHT. it has gotten so insane.

Ten and Hendery get back from the doctor's office. They all knew SOMETHING was going on with Hendery but they didn't know what. It wasn't until Haechan (who is a autistic) said "Guys. Come on. He's clearly autistic" but no one believed him and they were all like "Oh Haechan <3 You silly deranged man. ("WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS TO DEAL WITH THE ABLEISM HERE, FUCK NCT, I HATE IT HERE").

Daddy SM has been drinking again and hasn't been checking up on them, so Ten was the only one who could join Hendery on his appointment. His hands are shaking as he holds the papers.

Taeil: (singing) How was it?

Ten: We got the results... Hendery is autistic.

They all gasp in shock.

Hendery: Guys. It's not a big deal. I'm just autistic, it's fine. Sure, I'm a bit hyperfixated on beauty and the beast, but that's about it.

Johnny: Oh that explains the beauty and the beast sex role play you made me do with you.

Mark: What?

Johnny: What?

They all go to bed and no one wants to sleep with Hendery because they think autism is contagious.

Next morning they are having cereal and Hendery pours the milk before the cereal. They all gasp in shock and start saying he acts like this because he's autistic.

Hendery: GUYS, THIS ISN'T AN AUTISM THING. IT'S JUST HOW I DO IT, MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME TO DO IT LIKE THIS.

Johnny: Your mom is autistic?

Hendery: I DON'T FUCKING KNOW??? I HAVEN'T SEEN HER SINCE DADDY SM KIDNAPPED ME.

Daddy SM gets home and they all get excited because he's back from the bar.

SM: Hey, you were gonna take Hendery to the doctor, how is he?

Taeyong: Well... He's autistic.

SM: WHAT?

Hendery: Guys, it's okay. It's just autism, it's not a big deal.

SM: I'm sorry but if you're autistic.... you may be joining Lucas in the basement.

Hendery: NO. COME ON. IT'S NOT THAT BAD. Haechan is autistic and we don't do anything about that.

Haechan: Yeah, but I wasn't diagnosed.

SM: I'm sorry, but this could affect our image.

Taeil: Seriously? Out of all the things, THIS is what could affect our image? Not everything else?

SM: We just can't take any risks after what happened with Lucas.

Mark: I thought we couldn't take any risks after what happened with Sticker.

Hendery: Guys, it's fine. I can act neurotypical. I like football. I like women.

Taeyong: I think you're confusing acting heronormative with acting neurotypical. Besides, we all know you're gay.

SM: You're gay?

Hendery: NO. I LIKE FOOTBALL. I LIKE WOMEN. I SWEAR. Come on guys. No one has to know that I'm autistic, right?

As he says that a sasaeng is listening through the window. She immediately posts on tik tok that Hendery is autistic. Daddy SM gets a phone call immediately.

SM: Well. Turns out everyone knows you're autistic.

Hendery: FUCK. Well, okay. Listen. This could be good for us. We can use this for brownie points! I can make a song and use it for autism awareness or whatever.

So they let him record a song and make a music video for it. The song is literally called "I AM #AUTISTIC." They use Haechan for the back up vocals.

When the song is released, everyone is talking about it on twitter, but it isn't the response Hendery expected. People are going "what does it MEAN? What is the song supposed to be about?"

Kpoppies have somehow managed to reach the conclusion that the song is about being gay and now they no longer think Hendery is autistic. There's a couple of people going "Guys. The song is about autism. He literally says I was diagnosed with autism in the lyrics." But kpoppies are getting mad at them and going "NO THIS IS CLEARLY ABOUT BEING GAY. WHY ARE YOU HOMOPHOBIC?"

Either way, they're still getting a lot of views and hype.

SM: Well, I guess your plan worked, just not the way you wanted it to. But they think you're gay and now they're shipping you with Haechan, so you're gonna have to pretend to be in love with him.

So they release another music video and it's really yaoi bait. The focus is on Hendery and Haechan, but they also put Mark and Johnny there for the incest rep. However, fans this time somehow think the song is about being autistic.

Hendery: WHY IS IT SO HARD TO BE UNDERSTOOD WHEN I'M BEING SO EXPLICIT.

Haechan: Dude they're NCT fans. They're used to twisting things in their heads to make it good, it's what they do.

Taeil: Guys, get ready, we need to go to our flute recital.

Hendery (??? I actually can't remember who said this): Oh are we taking Lucas with us?

Taeil: *laughing* Come on. You know we never take Lucas to anything.

So they go to the flute recital and it goes as good as you would expect. But Hendery is feeling lonely because he feels like everyone is being distant after his diagnosis. He can't stand his members, but they are still his only friends and he kinda likes them, so he doesn't want to be excluded. He decides to talk to Haechan.

Hendery: Haechan, you're autistic, but everyone likes you. How do you do it?

Haechan: Well, I was never diagnosed so they just keep saying that I'm just "autistic coded."

Hendery: Haechan, PLEASE, give me an actual answer, I can't take this.

Haechan: Okay, okay. I actually do have a secret... no. I shant say it.

Hendery: COME ON DUDE, WHAT IS IT.

Haechan: I CAN'T. IT'S TOO MUCH.

Hendery: PLEASE.

Haechan: Fine. Everyone in NCT.... is a little.

Hendery: WHAT

Haechan: I'm sorry you had to find out like this.

Hendery: Oh my god.

Haechan: If you can accept the little life style, they're going to start liking you again.

Hendery is determined, so he starts purposely behaving like a little in the next few days and the NCT members pick up on it. They start going "ONE OF US. ONE OF US. ONE OF US."

So they decide to do the initiation ceremony. They make a circle of sprinkles around Hendery and they give him a chocolate milkshake.

Hendery: I'm lactose intolerant, guys. And I also don't like chocolate that much, I don't know why you guys are so obsessed with this stuff.

They start to get suspicious of him so he quickly takes it back.

Hendery: Haha, never mind, I love chocolate milkshakes! Especially when they have marshmallows and oreos!

He drinks the milkshake and they burn a mark into his thigh. Hendery can't really tell what it is but he doesn't ask because he doesn't want to blow his cover. Later that night he is in his room and Haechan visits him.

Haechan: Hey. Did they accept you?

Hendery: They did but.... I don't know. I don't really like being a little. And I don't like chocolate milkshakes or sprinkles.

Haechan: Yeah, I don't either, but it's what we have to do to survive. We need to conform.

Hendery: Is that why we keep releasing bad music?

Haechan: Yeah, pretty much.

Hendery: By the way, I got the mark thing, but what is it? I can't really tell.

Haechan: Let me look at it, it should be the same as mine.

Hendery shows him his thigh and Haechan gasps.

Haechan: That... is not like mine.

He shows him his own mark, which is very clearly a birthday cake.

Hendery: A cake? Why?

Haechan: *singing* It's your birthday, make a wish.

Hendery: Well, what's mine then?

Haechan: I've only ever seen it once before... it's a fire truck... it's the same mark Lucas had.

TO BE CONTINUED

Yes. It ends on a cliffhanger. Noxia said she will continue the plot next call... shaking and crying and throwing up. The NCT noxiaverse has gotten so extensive, it's a whole show at this point.

Crying and shaking, how do I even respond to this. Has noxia considered writing nct rpf crackfic? This was so unhinged and there were so many comedic plot twists, I'm in shock. Nct being littles rlly sent me tho. And the "it's what we have to do to survive" line re drinking chocolate milkshakes and eating sprinkles 😭😭😭. Do u think there's an nct dark ageplay fic out there, bc if not, noxia should write it

[themyzzinglink]

oh you wanna talk motherfucker?! *does this to you*

What motivates you to work hard?

What form of public transportation do you prefer, and why? (air, boat, train, bus, taxi, etc.)

What’s the most spontaneous thing you’ve done lately?

What is your favorite thing about your career?

If you could live anywhere, where would it be?

Who is your hero?

What is your favorite book to read?

What are your hobbies?

What is your biggest fear?

If you could choose to do anything for a day, what would it be?

What is the best gift you have been given?

What really makes you angry?

What is your proudest accomplishment?

If you were a superhero, what powers would you have?

What are two of your biggest pet peeves?

Do you believe in second chances?

What’s been your biggest mistake so far in life and what did you learn from it?

What qualities did you inherit from your parents?

What do you most look forward to about getting old?

Are you passionate about collecting anything?

Awww shit they cast the "start talking, bitch" beam and it hit me like a truck.... Let's fucking gooooo

With my current job I try to work hard to get the mail around in time so I can be home earlier hhh And the money I get of course. But the real hard work will come in August when I start my new education and job and I will work hard to prove to myself that I CAN do it and to learn new things and to build towards a future I like.

Love trains! Busses are nice too but can be too crowded and sometimes make me a little uncomfortable. Once went with the local small bus here (bc my dad drove it) and it was lovely! I love a good long train ride though!

I haven't really done a lot of spontaneous things recently I'm afraid. Did go out today to get new glasses unplanned! I did really need new ones it seemed... Oh and I made a fire and sat by it last night for Beltane! Hadn't super planned that and just went let's just do it!

My favourite thing about my current job is getting to know some people in my rounds, chatting with people in the streets! With my new career idk yet! Probably will be being in nature and working with it!

I would love to live in some more foresty areas, more nature! Maybe somewhere in scandinavia! Though I really don't mind where I live now to be honest. Maybe Scotland or Ireland too?

I don't really have a hero I think! I don't really think of people in that way I suppose, never really thought about it.

I always love reading The Hobbit! Or Mort by Terry Pratchett. Or Murder on the Orient Express. Also Koning van Katoren as a Dutch book.

My hobbies are playing video games, going on walks, watching murder mysteries (and other films and shows), baking and I want to pick up reading again...

My biggest fears revolve around me losing the things I care about most and I don't really want to go into specifics with that. Not my biggest fear, but I can't sleep with my door open hhh

There are so many things I can't do that I would love to for a day... Idk... maybe be an actress in a series I like? Or like a michelin critic...

Best gift ever would be all the slakkies I got gifted over the years heheh. But aside from those the VR headset I got for my birthday one year that my closes friends put money towards. (big thank you still to all of youuuu)

I don't really get angry easily. But I get mad when someone does not take me seriously or keeps making fun of me. Also quite some right wing word views. And a lot of things that are happening in the world right now.

My proudest accomplishment... probably graduating high school. OH no wait it's quitting therapy because it had *really* helped and I didn't need it anymore!

Hmmm I would love to have teleportation powers. But I would probably have powers to give people a good sleep or something. Snork mimimi powers.

Pet peeves! I can't stand loud eating sounds and really dislike being interrupted (sometimes it just happens but if it's often grr)

Okay so I though that I found my biggest mistake but I was wrong so honerable mention: going to uni to study art history. Not because of the subject, I still adore art and museums and art history, but because academic studying is NOT for me. Sure learned that. And learned not to tie my self worth to my academic accomplishments!

Actual biggest mistake was not visiting my grandpa more often when he was alive. Not properly telling him I loved him. Learned to visit my one living gran more often.... Now I just gotta do it and not regret it all when she passes.

I do believe in second chances fullheartedly. It of course depends on how the first chance got fucked, some things I can't give another chance to. But generally yeah! People change! People grow!

Oh my parents and I are all very good at having a great time doing very little. Taking things slow, chilling out. We revel in calmth. Inherited being good with kids from my dad! Inherited my honesty from my mom maybe.

SO many things to look forward about getting old! Seeing the world, meeting people, falling down and getting up! But I legit look forward to being an old lady on a porch looking at the garden. Maybe find someone to spend my life with and be there with them. Making my own family, however that may go. Growing old and not fearing people's judgement, being a weird old prune!

Am I passionate about collecting something.... *profusely sweating* n... nooo... I mean... I have 31 of the same plushie in varying colours and sizes, all with their own names, amassed over the last 20 years... So yeah I collect the slakkies <3 <3 <3

HOO that took me a while but I am very grateful for the ask because I could babble on and on. Thank you, anon! <3 always love chatting away on here heh

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Going home

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

I've had blood taken twice, an IV put in for no reason and done a lot of waiting.

Then I got a CT scan and got checked over by a neurologist who, thank God for years of schooling, thinks I have a concussion.

No shit.

Now I'm waiting, again.

I have no idea what I'm still doing here.

"Hey Emmett. How are you?"

Finnegan.

He shouldn't be here.

He should be working but I'm too tired to argue.

"Tired. Want some ibuprofen and to go home."

"Let me see what I can do about that. I'm gonna tell the doctor we're brothers."

Damn it, laughing hurts.

He's gone so I lie back and close my eyes again.

"The nurse will be here within ten minutes. You have to sign some things and then we can go."

That sounds familiar.

"They said that an hour ago."

"Relax, I'll handle it, bro."

Bro?

"Don't make me laugh."

"Sorry," he whispers.

"Rest."

Can do.

A few minutes later a nurse actually arrives and I get print-outs and have to tell them my birthday yet again.

I let Finnegan do most of the talking and before long he's pushing me towards the elevator in a wheelchair.

"I can walk."

"And I can push."

I think it but don't say it so of course he does.

"As proven at the beach. Seriously, bad things never happen there, we should go back."

That's actually sounding really good right now but I'd rather be in bed.

He holds the chair and hovers while I climb into his SUV.

"Glad it's higher, easier."

Seriously, I'm falling in love with this car.

"Can we get McDonalds?"

What can I say?

It's comfort food.

I want a whole carton of piping hot fries.

And a big mac.

And an apple pie.

So I tell him so.

"Whatever you want today, sweetheart."

Sweetheart? He's sweet.

"I'm not sweet."

"You are literally the kindest, sweetest guy I've ever met. Granted, you're a bit grumpy right now but you have a good reason to be. Okay hold on, food imminent."

I close my eyes while he orders and pays and don't open them again until he puts a steaming bag on my lap.

"Thank you."

"Anytime. Home?"

"Yeah."

When we get home he makes me wait while he brings down a sheet and bed pillows for the couch.

He drapes the sheet over the seat and back, helps me out of my clothes and then installs me on the extra snuggly couch.

I get a blanket, my McDonalds, a bottle of water, Tylenol and the remote.

I doubt I'll watch but it's a nice thought.

"Thanks darling."

"Anything else you need? I wanna read these discharge papers."

"You don't need to read those, I just have a concussion and a stupid gash on my head. You should go back to work if you need to."

"I figured Tylenol would be better because of the head wound.  I'm not going back to work, Emmett. I'll check in later and do some work from home tomorrow but right now I'm all yours."

"I'm just going to eat and then rest until the pills kick in. Wake me up in two hours or I won't be able to sleep later. If you can't wake me up or I start vomiting all over the place, call the hospital."

There, now he doesn't need to read the papers.

********

"Emmett? Emmett?"

Huh? Oh.

My head. Ow.

Finnegan.

"Hey darling."

"Thank God, I was sort of scared to try to wake you up because if I couldn't... but you're fine. Need anything?"

"To piss."

He helps me off the couch as if I'm an invalid and shadows me to the bathroom.

"Gonna hold my cock, too?"

"Somehow I doubt that would help you pee. God, I hope it wouldn't."

"No, no darling it wouldn't. You holding me is not exactly relaxing. Go, I'm fine."

"I'll wait right outside."

Fine.

I haven't been mothered like this since, well, it's been a long time.

I would complain except that I doubt it would do any good and I don't want to.

It's kind of nice, actually.

I make sure to wash my hands really well since he's listening.

I need him to cut off this stupid bracelet.

He'll be glad to help.

He puts me back on the couch and brings me a book and then he does something that means a lot. 

He puts his box of toys on the coffee table. 

"You can play with them if you want."

[bylightofdawn]

Today was... a day. A very long, agonizing day. Started with driving to another town to visit my GP. Talked to him about wanting to try and figure out if I DO have ADD or not and also about a new sleep med since my sleep schedule is fucked.

Because that vertebra in my neck was out and I couldn't pull my head back so it was forcing my head forward in a weird posture this caused all the supporting muscles to start spasming so the pain just escalated from there. But because I was driving I couldn't take any kind of muscle relaxer. So by the time I got to my chiropractor and they put me on the table face down, it shoved my head back into a regular alignment which then caused all those muscles to go into a nuclear meltdown. I don't think the chick who was checking me in quite understood how much pain I was in but by the time she'd gotten to the massager I was fucking CRYING from her pushing my shoulders down with her body weight and it just fucking sucked big donkey balls.

My chiropractor came in and suggested I do combo therapy cause there was no way she was going to adjust me when my muscles were that tight and spasmodic. That's an extra 25 bucks which...sucks but at point I was trying to not bawl like a child in the office and it did definitely help a lot. I have a TENS unit but that ultrasound machine is like a new level. I've seen them online for a couple hundred bucks and if I didn't live alone and had someone who could help me reach my back I might seriously consider buying one but for now I'll make due with my TENS unit.

Thankfully, my chiropractor was able to adjust my neck but fuck me I am still so sore and in so much pain, it's not even funny. I am SO GLAD I requested the entire day off because of my doctor's appointment, I don't think I could have worked even after getting adjusted. Tomorrow is my regular day off and I really need to just suck it up and make up the hours but NGL? I'm still super sore and in a lot of pain so I don't know if that's going to happen. I think I'm going to work half a day and see how I feel then. I could always make up the other 4 hours on Sunday.

I'd prolly fucked up my sleep schedule even further because I came home around 4 and slept for four hours. But I was just so wiped out from the pain and the lack of sleep last night.

I caught this week's episode of Mandalorian however and I need to watch the Bad Batch because people are freaking out over Crosshair on twitter so I think I'm going to do that. I'd like to write a little more but that might be too optimistic on my part.

I deal with chronic pain all the time but holy fuckballs I don't think I've screwed up my neck that badly in years. I couldn't think clearly, couldn't <I>talk</I> because my mind kept blanking on words and I know I was a fucking zombie all day long. Bruh, that fucked me all up.

And I think it kinda concerned my doctor because he wants to see me again in 2 weeks. :/ We did switch my muscle relaxer to zanaflex which I have been on in the past so I guess we'll see how that goes. I haven't picked it up from the pharmacy yet and will try and do that tomorrow.

One good thing that happened was I found out the Game Stop in seguin has the Tobirama funko pop I was wanting and I bought that. Annnnd I might have bought the bad batch set cause it was on clearance as well. I thought about getting the Hashirama but meeeh. I don't like him nearly as much as Tobirama. My three Naruto blorbo were Tobirama, Shisui and Iruka. I might actually perish if Shisui got some love from the US market. There's some REALLY gorgeous and outrageously expensive status out of Japan which I'm not spending my money on. Though NGL I am honestly shocked and disappointed Iruka hasn't gotten his own funko pop yet. Like WTF, I know he's just the most mid ninja ever who is completely overshadowed by everyone else with their stupidly overpowered abilities but STILL. SMH

Okay, time to watch TBB and pass the fuck out time now.