#sil with a different nose

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Some old Morrowind character design stuff I was doing before my hands started acting up and nuked my ability to do nice line art. I might redo these (but just headshots) now that I have a more clear picture of these characters in my head since I don't vibe with all the choices I made in these anymore. Not my best art but there's enough ok stuff in these to warrant posting I think.

(the Vivec one is here btw)

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x plus size reader

Being a military wife could be quite lonesome especially being a military wife to a ghost but he knows exactly what you need to make you feel less alone

Warnings: smut, phone sex, masturbation (m&f), some reference to death and PTSD but not really, dom!Simon, sex toys, bit of voice kink, size kink

WC: 1.7k

Minors DNI

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You knew what you were getting into when you married Simon. He was a member of the special forces who technically didn’t exist- you were used to the long months when he was shipped off, the anxiety that John Price would show up on your doorstep with a frown and a letter from the military, the anger and the fear that your husband carried on his chest every moment of the day.

You knew all of this and yet you still married him because he was the best thing to ever happen to you and besides that, he was the best lay you ever had.

Simon had ruined you for any other man (and toy) the moment that his thick fingers slipped between your soft thighs and into your panties under the bar table on your third date. He drove you insane with the smallest of touches, playing with your body with a finesse that only a seasoned soldier could.

You constantly ached for him, feeling so hollow without his thick cock stretching you to your absolute limit. Sure the reunion sex was absolutely mind-blowing every time he came home but with Simon leaving for sometimes months at a time, your need for any sort of pleasure drove you insane.

But luckily, he was going to call you today.

Simon called when he could, usually it was from a private number or some foreign phone, a different number every time. He had created a system with you, he would always call on the 13th of every month and if he missed it, he would call you on the 23rd. 

You sat on your shared bed, staring intently at your phone. The minutes ticked by at a snail's pace as the sun cast a warm orange glow over the large bedroom. You sighed when the clock hit 8, you doubted that he would call today.

A groan slipped from your lips as you rocked forward to slip from the bed, but just then the phone screen lit up, displaying a cute photo of you and Simon on your honeymoon as a random number rolled across the top. You snatched it up and quickly answered.

“Simon.” You breathed, relief flooding your body. His chuckle crackled through your phone’s speaker.

“Hello to you too bunny.” Your smile grew even wider if that was at all possible. He only ever called you bunny when he was in a good mood. You flopped back against the mountain of pillows propped against the headboard, keeping your phone as close as you could in lieu of your husband’s massive body.

“Are you coming home soon?” You tugged the collar of the shirt you were wearing up to your nose, inhaling the fading scent of his cologne.

He was silent for a moment. “No, not yet love.” ‘Love’, that’s what he called you when he was trying to let you down easy. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion but he quickly spoke again. “I do have a present for you bunny.” He purred, his voice dropping down an octave to that deep baritone that haunted your wet dreams.

“But nothing was delivered to the house?” 

“Oh bunny.” He said mockingly. “Your present is already in the house. How ‘bout you check my nightstand.” You practically dove over to his side of the bed in your excitement, Simon’s broken laughter following after you.

The drawer slid open and you gasped. Sitting on top of one of his many spare balaclavas and a book he was in the middle of reading was an enormous dildo. There was a suction cup on the bottom where the balls should have been and with a little bow sitting on the head, it made you laugh a little under your breath. “Got it?” 

Simon’s voice broke you out of your trance. You snatched up the toy and gasped at the weight of it. “Simon what is this?” You settled back into your original spot, your fingers flexing around the purple silicon almost unconsciously.

“I would think you know what it is considering how often you beg for it.” He said right as your middle finger brushed against an incredibly life-like vein towards the base of the fake cock, a vein you knew very well.

“Is this- is this your cock?” Molten heat pooled between your thighs as you held the toy even tighter, now realising that you were indeed holding a replica of your husband’s generous gift. Already you were using your free hand to pull your soaked panties down your legs.

“Damn right it is. You think I would let another cock near you?” He snarled, sending another wave of arousal right to your core. You moaned softly into the air as your fingers brushed against your aching clit, smearing your wetness over the sedative bundle of nerves. “Oh you like that don’t you.”

“Si.” His groan echoed through the room and you could faintly hear the sound of a zipper.

“Go on bunny, get that cunt nice and stretched for my cock.” You were dripping onto the comforter beneath you, desperately eager to follow each and every one of his orders. Excitement began to curl in your stomach as two of your fingers easily slipped into your cunt. It wasn’t nearly enough for you, your fingers weren’t as thick or as long as your husband’s but they were warming you up well enough.

“Can I put it in now?” You pleaded into your phone, needing your husband’s cock nestled inside you once more, even if it was only a replica. He let out a sniffled groan and you could just picture the way he was biting his lip to keep his voice down, his blue eyes squeezed shut as he gripped the base of his dick to stave off his end. He always got noisy when he was about to cum.

“I don’t think your little cunt can handle it.” He managed to get out through clenched teeth. You nodded frantically. “Words bunny.” He snarled, briefly jolting you from your haze.

“Yes Si, can handle you. Always do.” Your other hand practically flew between your thighs, the toy gripped so tightly you could feel the silicon give under the tension. The cold tip bumped against your hot skin as you notched it at your entrance. 

Your cunt burned as it finally breached you, dousing the ache in your belly. You whined with pain and Simon moaned. It was no secret that he loved the size difference between you both, he revealed in the way you cried when he fucked you, his massive cock stirring up your guts in the most deliciously painful way.

You could barely breathe as you reached the halfway mark. “So big.” Your back arched and you forced another inch inside you. A wet slapping came through your phone’s speakers along with Simon’s muffled breaths.

An image of him flashed behind your eyes- fully dressed in dark clothes but with his fly open and his thick cargo pants shuffled down his hips just enough for his cock to be free. The ridged lines of his skull mask would hide the way his lips twitched as he got lost in the feel of his gloved fist around his aching length. 

You cried out as you finally reached the hilt of the dildo, finally you were full of him once more. “Simon, you feel so good.” You pulled the toy out only a few centimetres before pushing it back in and sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. 

“Fuck bunny, keep talking.” He ground out as the wet sounds on his end picked up the pace.

“I can feel you in my belly, so big. Stretching me out.” Your hand began to move faster. It wasn’t the same as when your husband fucked you, you couldn’t feel his weight keeping you picked to the mattress or the way his cock would throb and twitch within you but the sound of his voice right next to your ear was all the same. 

His groan resonated through your chest, lighting your nerves up with that familiar fire. “Take that fucking cock, bunny, be a good girl and fuck yourself on it. Let me hear you cum for me.” 

You thrashed on top of the bed, hips rolling down to meet your hand with each thrust. “Simon!” You clumsily strummed your clit with your other hand so wishing for the rough fingertips of your husband instead. “‘M close.” You mewled.

“Cum.” The connection crackled with the depth of his voice but the effect was still the same. Your body seized suddenly as your jaw dropped in a silent scream. Pleasure rippled through you like a tidal wave, both easing and fuelling your lust. 

As soon as your breath returned to your lungs, you chanted his name over and over again as you rode out your high. “That’s it, good bunny.” Simon cooed, his breath hitching as he thrust into his fist with an added fervour. You were delirious with ecstasy, the toy inside of you now only keeping you full while your orgasm began to fade.

“Simon. Need your cum.” You begged softly into the phone. “Please Simon. Need it so bad.” He gasped and then moaned deep in his chest. 

“Shit.” He said breathlessly after a moment. “Shoulda brought a towel with me.” He grumbled and you laughed.

As gently as you could, you eased the dildo from your cunt. You winced at the stretch, now feeling sore and satisfied for the first time in two months. “How much longer do you have left on the call?” There was a grunt and then the sound of a zipper.

“Not long.” You sighed and relaxed back into the pillows. Simon always got quiet after sex, his pillow talk was practically non-existent.

“I love you.” There was a beat and then.

“Go take a shower and have a snack. Don’t forget water.” He never said it back but you felt it all the same. “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

There was muffled shouting in the background and he sighed. “Stay safe out there. Don’t worry about me.” Your fingers curled around your phone and tucked it closer to your body.

“Always do bunny.” He replied simply. “Always do.” 

You held onto the device long after he finally hung up. It was hard being Simon’s wife but it was also the easiest thing in the world because you knew that he would always be right there, even when he was thousands of miles away.

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Arrowhead Jr ||One Shot

New account! @ghostbones was banned! Transferring all my work here slowly!

Summary: Daryl has baby fever

This was a request on my old blog: "ever since i saw daryl holding baby judith ive dreamt about him having absolute baby fever w reader and after babysitting him pestering reader about one?"

18+ MDNI || WARNINGS: Profanity, birth, babies, mostly fluffy

        "Check this out." Daryl said excitedly, holding up a camo onesie he found. You were on a small run with a few others in search of some new clothes for little Judith, since she had outgrown most of the ones she had. 

        "This is for newborns." You told him, taking the tiny outfit out of his hands.

        "I know.." He shrugged, taking it back and setting it down. 

        "Oh, god. Don't start." You begged. "Not again."

        You had been with him since the prison, after Woodbury fell. You were one of the many refugees Rick had taken in after the town fell apart, and the archer took a liking to you from the beginning. You guessed it was partially due to your friendship with his morally-gray brother before his unfortunate passing, but it was mostly just because you were you. He loved you for it. However, recently, with the safety of Alexandria's walls, he somehow caught one of the scariest diseases; Baby Fever. Especially after the two of you spent a day watching her so Rick could work and Carl could go do normal teenager things for a change.

        "Not startin' nothin." He mumbled.

        "No, but you're doing that thing again!" You argued.

        "What?" He shrugged.

        "That! The sad face and the--"

        "That place is perfect." He explained. "The--"

        "I know, I know. The big walls and the pretty houses and the people and the--"

        "I see you with Judith. I see how you look at her, how you rub her nose to get her to fall asleep and all them lil songs ya sing when she cries."

        "So what are you saying?"

        "Just that we could." He admitted. 

        "Just 'cause we could doesn't mean we should." You sighed

        "I know that, it's just... I wanna."

        "Well that's easy to say when you don't have to carry and birth a child to get one." 

        "Forget it." He huffed.

        The rest of the trip was in silence, and not the comfortable kind you so often shared. You were both frustrated. Him, because ever since he held Judith for the first time, when he fed her that first meal she ever had and felt the rush of nurturing a crying, sweet little baby, a hole formed inside him and it grew bigger every day. He never could have seen himself as a family man before that moment, but ever since, it was a primal urge he couldn't resist. To love a woman, to father a child, to protect and provide for his own family. He had already achieved finding a woman worth his affections, which was you, of course, but he still didn't have his own family and it ate him up.

        Your frustrations were sourced elsewhere, though. For one, giving birth sounded absolutely terrifying, especially in a world lacking in hospitals, epidurals, prenatal and postpartum care. You could handle a fair amount of pain, but birth was an entirely different playing field. Not to mention the risks. You had heard what happened to Judith's mom. How could you risk that? How could he expect you to? And that was just the tip of the iceberg. What kind of world would this be for a child? What kind of life would it have? Alexandria was always too good to be true, and sooner or later something would happen, and you'd all be running for your lives again. It was only a matter of time, to you. To be pregnant would mean no more runs, no more fighting, none of the things that made you useful. You'd just be a big burden with swollen ankles.

        You didn't speak when you all arrived back home, or during dinner, or after. It wasn't until you went to take a shower, until you had already stripped down and stepped into the steamy stream of water. He had silently snuck into the bathroom, undressed, and surprised you by pulling the curtain aside and joined you. You had your back turned to him, allowing the water to rush over you and wash away your racing thoughts. He grabbed the bar of soap and lathered it in his hands until he was satisfied, then he began to wash you. You loved when he did that, it was one of your favorite affections he'd show. He always started by massaging your neck and shoulders, then your back, then your arms, and he'd turn you around and work on the front. With little explanation needed, that was his favorite part.

        "Can we at least think about it?" He finally asked, eyes and hands stationed on your bare skin as you watched his face.

        "We can think about it all we want but it doesn't change anything."

        "But this place is safe. And there's a doctor here. And-- Hell, this house alone is more than either of us could've given a kid before the world turned to shit." He argued. You sighed.

        "I just can't shake the feeling that none of this is permanent." You confessed. He stopped washing you for a moment, considering your concerns.

        "What else?" He asked.

        "What else what?"

        "The other reasons. What else?"

        "This place could fall."

        "Don't mean it will."

        "The doctor could die."

        "I'll make sure he don't."

        "There could be complications."

        "That's what the doctor's for."

        "I can't help on runs or fight or--"

        "Got plenty of people that can do that."

        You took a breath. Was he gonna have a rebuttal to each argument you made?

        "Well," you said, "pregnancy makes us crazy."

        "You're already crazy." He smirked. You rolled your eyes.

        "What about medicine? Epidural? You need and anesthesiologist for that and we don't have that which means I'll feel everything and it's gonna hurt!" You rambled. His smirk grew into an amused grin. "What?" You scoffed.

        "You're scared." He said.

        "So what if I am? I should be. You should be. I could die. The baby could die. It could die down the line when we can't protect it--"

        "Now you just insult me. I'd never let a damn thing happen to you or that kid." He snapped. You gritted your teeth together.

        "You can't control everything. What about childbirth? Women died during birth when there were teams of doctors and surgeons. What about now?"

        "You wont." He shook his head. 

        "Why would you want a baby with me anyways?" You groaned. "I don't even like kids!"

        "Now that's just lyin' to yourself, darlin'."

        "Is not!" 

        "Might've been able to convince me if you never let me see you with Lil Ass Kicker, but you're a natural."

        "Jesus. Are you gonna give our baby weird nicknames too?" You asked as the two of you switched sides in the shower so you could was him too.

        "Our baby?" He repeated. You eyes widened.

        "Hypothetically." You corrected. "Our maybe, hypothetical, improbable baby."

        "Nah, I was thinkin' Arrowhead Jr for ours."

        You couldn't help it, you laughed.

        "You're insane." You shook your head, massaging his shoulder with the suds.

        "Look," he sighed. "I'm not gettin' any younger and I want a family. I already got the girl, now I need the girl to have my babies."

        "Babies?!" You gawked. "How many do you expect me to have? I'm not a damn fetus factory I can't just spread my legs and pop them out on a fucking conveyor belt." 

        "I was thinkin' two."

        "Two." You repeated, hoping that hearing the word from someone else would wake him up, maybe make him understand how ludicrous he sounded.

        "Mhm." 

        Guess not.

        "Two!" You said again. "Two babies that you want me to grow and birth."

        "Yep."

        "Do you know what you're asking me to do?"

        "Yeah." He said, turning around to face you. "I'm askin' you to be the mother of my kids and spend the rest of your life with me."

        "Um, the rest of your life. Women live longer than men, statistically speaking."

        "Then think about it. Make the rest of my life mean somethin'."

        "Ugh." You growled. You really weren't going to win this one, no matter how hard you fought. "If you wanted kids so bad why didn't you find someone who had the same goal?"

        "Don't want no one else. Just you."

        "And a kid."

        "Two kids."

        "Let's start with one." You relented.

        He grabbed your face as soon as you spoke the words and kissed you excitedly.

        "Better start workin' on it then." He said, lifting you off the ground and pressing your back to the wall. Things only got steamier from there, and not because of the hot shower.

----

        "Shit!" You whispered, staring down at the third test you'd taken. "Shit shit shit shit!"

        To say it was panic would be an understatement. It was sheer terror. You guessed you knew this was coming but you weren't ready for it yet. The only solace you found was the fact that Daryl would be home soon, and you'd get to see his face light up when you handed him not one, not two, but three positive pregnancy tests.

        He came home shortly after you wiped your tears and pulled yourself together. You were in the kitchen making him a pot of coffee, one that you'd usually share. Yet another thing you wouldn't be able to do for the next nine months.

        You heard the door open, you heard him kick his boots off and set them by the door, and you heard him greet you as he entered the kitchen.

        "Hey." He said casually as you turned to hand him a steamy mug of black coffee, just how he liked it.

        "Hey." You replied, sitting down at the table across from where he took his usual seat. He gave you a weird look when he sat down. He could read you like an open book, and there was very obviously something going on with you that day.

        "No coffee?" He asked, taking a sip of his own. You shook your head. "You okay?" You shrugged. "Talk to me." He said.

        You decided to let him see for himself as you failed to form the words. You were terrified for a lot of reasons, but most of all your pride wouldn't let you say the words, because as much as you hated to admit it, you were also happy. You were happy to make him happy, and you were excited to have someone else to love.

        You reached in your pocket and set the first test on the table. He stopped blowing on his coffee and stared at it for a moment before looking back to you. Then, you set the second one down. He pushed his eyebrows together, either out of confusion or shock, you weren't sure. Then you slapped the third test down beside the first two. He set his coffee down and stood, leaning over them to examine them. You realized he probably didn't know what a single line versus a double line meant, so you gave him a second to read the tests before he reacted.

        The second it hit him it showed. His head snapped up at you, eyes wide.

        "F'real?" He asked quietly. You nodded once and he rushed over to your side, gripping your cheeks between his hands and kissing you over and over and over. You couldn't help but chuckle as you tried to push him back.

        "Oxygen, Daryl!" You giggled. "The baby needs to breathe!"

        "C'mon. We gotta go tell Carol. And Rick. And Glenn. And Maggie." He rambled on and on, adding names as they popped in his head while he pulled you to your feet and ushered you to the door.

        "Daryl!" You protested. "Wait I need shoes!"

---

        You could barely hear Carol as she coached you through pushing with each contraction. The pain was insane and Daryl's hand was probably broken after you had been squeezing it so hard. Denise, the new doctor after Rick may or may not have killed the last one, was also talking you through, sending encouraging words as the baby's head made an entrance.

        "Okay. Breathe. Breathe. One more big push." Carol cooed to your right as Daryl encouraged you from the left.

        "C'mon, (Y/N), you're kickin' ass." He said. Admittedly he spent most of the time it took you to get to this point silent, shock written all over his face. He had no idea how to help you through this, he realized, but he fed off Carol's energy and began to give small words of encouragement when he heard Denise say she could see the baby's head.

        When the next contraction hit, you screamed in agony, pushing with all your might, just like Carol told you. 

        "It's just like doing a sit up."

        You could feel when the baby was out, but you were so exhausted your head just fell back on the pillow as you caught your breath. It wasn't until you heard the baby cry that you looked down at Denise to see her wiping the baby clean and wrapping it in a blanket. She walked over and set the baby down on your chest. "Skin to skin contact is important." She told you, before looking over to Daryl. "For you too, if you want to take your shirt off."

        Daryl was too stunned, just watching in awe as you stared down at your crying newborn baby with admiration. It took him a minute, and a little nudge from Carol who had walked over to his side, before he snapped out of it and leaned in close to you. He got a good look at the baby before he asked, "Boy or girl?"

        "Boy." Denise smiled. She was ecstatic, having successfully aided in the birth of your child.

        "We have a son." Daryl laughed, although it was more of a happy cry. He wiped a tear from his eye as he stood up and removed his shirt, holding his arms out in hopes you'd let him hold his boy.

        "Yeah, we do." You grinned, giving your baby a kiss on the head before you passed him over to his father.  Daryl was breathless as he scooped the infant into his arms, bouncing him and whispering sweet nothings.

        "Hey, little Arrowhead." He laughed. He had called him that for the entire pregnancy.

        "I was thinking about naming him (name of your choice). What do you think?" You asked.

        He nodded and kissed little (baby name). 

        "Hey, (baby name). I'm your daddy."

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Can we get some Nanami fluff where he’s caring for reader on her period?

hi bby!!! i am SO LATE with this one and it ended up being super different than what i first imagined it being lol but i felt like it fit the vibe of SIL so here we are with yet another Strangers in Love bit LOL (click the link if you haven't read SIL yet!)

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Pairing: Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Summary: Just a little drabble about how Nanami cares for SIL reader on her period...

Genre: Divorced to Lovers AU

What was it you had asked for again?

Nanami stands in the female hygiene product aisle at the drugstore, arms full of various items that he thinks may be beneficial for you. The confident air he exuded when he’d first entered the store has long faded and has been replaced with nothing but nerves. Nanami ticks off the boxes in his mental checklist, because it’s been so long since he’s had to do this for you, or any woman really, that he’s completely second guessing himself.

“Heating pad…” he murmurs under his breath. “Painkillers…chocolates…or does she prefer gummy worms now? Hmm…”

The large variety of products has his head spinning and he’s embarrassed to admit that he’s been standing in this aisle for far longer than he had intended. This is definitely not how he planned his day to go. 

Earlier That Day…

Nanami’s eyes watch the minute hand tick by on his wristwatch. It’s early Friday morning, and he should have left for work by now. But you haven’t gotten up yet, breaking the routine you two have picked back up on after all these years apart. It doesn't matter what day it is, or what time it is, if you're staying over at each other's places, you're up to say goodbye to one another. So you still being asleep is throwing Nanami off. Not that you can’t sleep in from time to time, but you just…don’t usually. 

And honestly, he doesn’t want to leave without saying goodbye to you. 

He can’t bear to mess this up again when your relationship has been going so well since dating again.

So instead, Nanami sets his briefcase down in your foyer and heads to your bedroom. When he opens the door, he’s met with darkness and silence. He can just barely make out your form beneath the blankets. You must be exhausted to be sleeping in and Nanami does not want to disturb you, so he quietly moves to close your door so he can head out. He’ll simply send you a text that he left while you were sleeping. That way it doesn’t seem as though he left without taking you into consideration.

The door is less than an inch from closing when Nanami thinks he hears something, the noise so hushed he almost misses it. He pauses, gives it a few seconds, and just before he moves to close the door again, he hears it once more. There’s no mistaking it, the quiet little sniffle coming from inside the bedroom, followed by an even quieter sob.

He’s moving before he realizes it. Nanami kneels beside your bed, gently peeling the blankets back and although he can’t see you in the dim early lighting, Nanami just knows. You’re crying. For what reason, he doesn’t know. But it kills him all the same.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He asks gently, a hand coming to caress your wet cheek. “Are you okay?”

His question makes you openly cry now, the tears flowing freely as Nanami quickly shuffles to the other side of your bed to lie with you, not caring that he’s ruining his suit as he scoots to hold you. His front presses against your back, large palm coming down to press against your stomach, and for some reason you sigh as though the warmth and pressure from his hand gives you some sort of relief.

Nanami nuzzles his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent. “Talk to me, love. What’s the matter?”

It takes you a moment, but when you finally speak, your voice comes out strained and tired. “Ugh…I started my period and I’m so damn miserable…” you groan, sniffling. “I think I’m dying…I need to run to the store but–”

“What do you need? I’ll go for you,” Nanami volunteers immediately. The last thing he wants is for you to go out in this condition. “I think I remember the products you use…”

You make a noise that sounds like a mixture of a laugh and a hiss of pain before you sigh out, “I don’t know if I should be flattered that you remember or I don’t know…disturbed? Are you that obsessed with me?”

“Yes,” he answers, instantly. He nuzzles further into you if possible. “I still remember the first time I ran to the convenience store to buy you products back in college. And the time I had to give you an extra pair of pants when you’d started your cycle unexpectedly, and–”

“Kennnnn,” you whine. “You’re so sweet and so strange. Why do you remember that?”

Nanami chuckles, softly rubbing his hand in soothing circles against your lower abdomen. “It’s not meant to be weird, but I remember these were big moments in our relationship. What I mean is, I want to take care of you.”

“What about work? You’ll be late…”

“I’m not going. You need me here.”

You curl into a ball before him and just a few seconds pass before he feels your body shaking, wracked with sobs. “Stop saying sweet things to meeeee,” you whine. “I love you so muuuuch.”

“Okay…okay,” he agrees. “I’m heading to the store, then. I’ll get you what you need, but if you think of anything else, just message me.” He kisses the top of your head, slowly peeling himself away from you, though he wants to stay in bed for as long as you’re there. But Nanami knows you need these essentials so that you’re comfortable. He’ll make the trip as quick as possible.

Currently…

This trip was not as quick as possible. His brown eyes stare at the selection before him. Did you use winged pads? Non-winged? Scented or not? Heavy flow or light flow? Or maybe you had grown to prefer tampons? Or…what the hell is a diva cup?

“Sir?” A soft voice calls out to him. Nanami turns his head to see a store attendant, an elderly woman, gazing softly at him. Her eyes crinkle at the corners as she smiles. “I’ve passed by this aisle a few times now and you’re still here. Did you need some assistance?”

Well, this is beyond embarrassing. All that talk of remembering your preferences, being obsessed with you (not a lie), and recalling memories that made you feel confident enough in sending him out alone into the world to bring you back something useful. All that, just for Nanami to get to the store, standing in a wrinkled business suit, and having absolutely no clue what he’s looking at.

Not only that, but some poor old woman is now taking pity on him and offering her services. He wants to take her up on her offer, but he also stubbornly wants to prove to himself that he can take care of you. But while he’s being stubborn, you’re suffering and that is something Nanami can’t stand to let continue.

He gives the woman a tight smile. “Actually, if you could–”

His phone buzzing in his pocket cuts him off. He mutters an “excuse me” and he finds himself dropping whatever is in his arms to answer. Only one person would call him this early in the morning. He answers without question, mouthing an apology to the attendant who waits patiently.

“My love,” he answers, brows furrowing when he hears your giggles on the other end of the line. Much different than what he expected seeing as he left you in a puddle of your own tears before going to the store.

“How long have you been standing around at the store?” You ask teasingly, and Nanami purses his lips together.

“I’ll have you know that…” he sighs in defeat. There’s no point in denying it. “It hasn’t been that long.”

Your laughter rings through and Nanami can’t help the wide grin on his face. The attendant clears her throat politely, reminding him that she’s still waiting. He covers the receiver on his phone. “Thank you so much for your help. My wife is going to take it from here.”

The woman nods, making her way out of the aisle and Nanami resumes his call with you.

“You called me your wife…” you breathe softly. 

Nanami feels his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. It was just a habit that he supposes never died. He opens his mouth to apologize, but your giggles surprise him. He expected discomfort, maybe anger given your history, but you don’t seem to feel either of those things. You simply brush it off and keep talking.

“Okay, so, here’s what I need–”

- - - - - -

“It smells so good in here, Kento.” Your sweet voice carries through the kitchen, arms looping around Nanami’s torso from behind. The sun is slowly beginning to set now, casting a warm glow through the kitchen windows as Nanami finishes up dinner. You’ve been resting on the sofa most of the day with your heating pad and whatever strange snacks you’ve been craving. Your pain has finally eased up and Nanami feels like he can breathe easier now that your face isn’t constantly contorted from your cramps. It’s been nice to let you just sit around. He’s simply been helping around your apartment with taking care of some household chores while you recover.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, stirring one last time before tasting the soup he’s thrown together. He makes a mental note to pick up some groceries for you so that there’s a better selection of ingredients for him to choose from for the next meal.

“So much better. Thank you so much for everything today, Kento.”

Nanami switches the stove off, spinning around in your embrace and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Of course. I’m just happy I was here to help.”

You smile shyly, and it’s Nanami’s favorite of all your expressions. “Me too,” you tell him. You lay your head against his chest, sighing contently as you murmur something that sends his heart into full on overdrive... 

“You should move in.”

[herejusttosufferalong]

Here are my theories about N/L relationship. I am positive 50% is true, just not sure which 50%! They had chemistry from day 1, became friends and flirty with no feelings showing until the start of S3 filming. They couldn’t help the attraction, everybody on the set saw it and I think J felt it and discussions were had. Up to Sep 22, J referred to L’s mom and sis as MIL and SIL.

L/N were told that feelings may happen due to intensity, long hours, a uniquely shared experience and the roles they are acting. It was recommended for the sake of their careers they should wait and see if the feelings last. So ends, S3 filming. L goes to his Raya, young girl, vacay mode and ends up with A, who is a close friend of S. (I will not bring his SM fiasco from last year. That boy is just not savvy or astute enough to use SM to his professional advancement!) N starts dating E in April of last year. All is relatively hunky dory. Come Jan and PR training. They probably were just told to let go and let their natural chemistry shine, because PR people are not idiots! And boy, did they. A sees this and probably feels it too and starts to make some demands. She wants to be known as his gf and have an increase in her SM #, so she can monetize it. She posts Hotel locations, etc because they get to stay there at a reduced cost at the least. (The Soho vacays are just brag. L is the member, the rest are just friends that can go with him, but not alone). I am sure to a certain degree, A orchestrated the In Style fiasco.

Feelings get more confusing and complicated with N/L during the WT. A surprises L at the NYC premiere. He doesn’t seem thrilled about it, introduces A as a friend. During the A/N ‘intro’ and hug, A says she thinks N is funny! (She is, but an odd thing to say to your bf’s costar at an after party). Have no idea what other things happen behind the scenes, but all of us fall in love with Lukola. If they had had a wedding reception at the end of the London premiere, nobody would be surprised and there would be puddles of goo worldwide from our collective swooning.

Instead we got the pap pix.

Whoever arranged this is the single most evil and unromantic person in the world. We didn’t even get to watch part 2 and we were slapped hard and left confused. A can do whatever she wants, she will never have chemistry with L.

L got the backlash and N came to his rescue with a very sweet declaration. I think the SATC clip which was done during S3 filming was maybe supposed to bring the narrative to the show and funny things? or maybe N was upset by L’s behavior or inaction? I like to think N is not petty, but who knows. She took it down, because the comments went in the direction she wasn’t expecting. (She still needs to learn TT over Insta, they are different beasts.)

Apparently, E exited at some point. Maybe the romantic engagement dinner DM reported was actually a breakup?

Your post on LaLa land, I felt was too on the nose. With this current mess, maybe their professional advancement means no HEA. He did make a post and put LaLa Land?! She has made her career her priority. She is a Hamilton fan, she is not going to throw away her shot!! Is he subconsciously ruining his career? Does he just want to be in her presence and light? Can they work it out?

I brewed more coffee and am sitting at the restaurant with the rest of you. I just ordered a stack of pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream.

Your thoughts?

"Apparently, E exited at some point. Maybe the romantic engagement dinner DM reported was actually a breakup?"

It wasn't until recently that I considered they actual broke up or took a break around Nov/Dec '23 and then rekindled Feb/Mar '24

But that Nic sighting posted by DM was in Jan '24, no?

Maybe they reconnected sooner and then finally parted ways in Mar or early April

I know folks like to say that N wasn't as flirty or obvious until the end of the press tour but the April press junkets and livestream was something else

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

First of all congrats once again on the milesone bby!!! for the sleepover can I as a micro drabble for jack and pirate AU ?? honestly at first I was going to ask for frankie but jack just felt like a better fit fbfgb love u <333

Sil my love! I had the time of my life sailing the seas with Pirate!Jack. Inevitably, this Captain Jack is partly inspired by the OG Captain Jack Sparrow and POTC. I loved POTC fanfic back in the day, so thank you so much for sending this prompt!

Jack Daniels x pirate AU

Fuck Yeah 2222 Sleepover micro drabble request | 889 words | warnings: non-graphic mentions of violence, angst, childhood sweethearts, mention of arranged marriage, historical romance

The last time you saw him was seven years ago, when you hurled words dipped in hurt and  teenage venom at him as he held you, his beat-up leather bag at his feet by the water.

‘I need to go and earn my fortune, or your father will never let you marry me. Can’t you understand that?’ he pleaded with you.

‘We can run away!’ you insisted, your cheeks streaked with ugly tears.

He shook his head, kissing you on your forehead. ‘I want you to have a life you deserve, and I can’t give it to you if I don’t do this.’ 

Taking off the only thing he has of value - his mother’s gold ring set on a chain - he slipped it over your head and kissed you one last time.

‘I’ll come back for you. Wait for me, darlin’.’

You stand on that very same dock now. You’ve grown up. You’re taller, sadder, and you wear your melancholy like a shroud. You’re set to sail across the seas to England, a country you’ve never set foot on; and to marry your betrothed, a man you’ve never met.

You’re numb, resigned to your fate. Jack is dead. Or he’s found someone else, married and happy in a distant, exotic land. It doesn’t make a difference either way.

His mother’s ring, the only thing you have left of him, hangs between your breasts, digging into your skin under your corset, the same place it’s been all these years.

Your chambermaid asks gently, ‘Are you ready, my lady?’

You nod.

And you walk the plank.

The sound of cannon fire jolts you violently out of your sleep, and you bolt up from your uncomfortable little cot. It sounds like hell unleashed up on deck above, the sound of boots and violence right on top of your head.

Your chambermaid bursts into your room with one of your coats in her hands.

‘What’s happening?’ you ask frantically.

‘Pirates!’ she screams.

She throws the coat over your shoulders, and you hastily pull on a pair of boots. Once you’re decent, a lieutenant appears to escort you both to safety.

It’s bedlam above. The bitter tinge of gunpowder stings your eyes and nose, the smell of blood turns your stomach, and then the screams and the clang of swords - the lieutenant presses a hand to the back of your head so you’re looking at your feet as you sprint across deck, or you surely would have fainted.

Your entourage makes it to the back of the ship, where one of the rowing boats is ready to be lowered into the water - when you hear a gun being cocked at the back of your head.

‘Not so fast, darlin’.’

Darlin’.

You’d know that voice anywhere.

Your chambermaid shrieks in fright when the lieutenant falls onto the floor from a blunt crack of the butt of a pistol against his head.

Slowly, you turn around.

His eyes are the same. The same brown, but now, there are lines around them and creases at the corners. He’s obviously seen a lot of sun, freckles and marks pepper his face, and curls peek from underneath the wide-brimmed hat he wears. Behind him, you see the looming figure of a ship flying the unmistakable black flag of a skull with two swords underneath it.

Jack grins at you. ‘Hello, darlin’.’

You walk straight up to him and slap him across the face, with everything you got. From the corner of your eye, you see the other bedraggled pirates gasp at your bold action as his head whips to one side at the force.

But he only grins wider and pulls you into him by your wrists. He smells of the sea, musky, with the distinct whiff of ocean salt.

‘Where the hell have you been?’ you spit at him, your traitorous eyes brimming with tears.

He clucks teasingly. ‘What a tongue you’ve got on you now, darlin’.’

You shove at him with your whole body, but he barely budges. ‘Fuck you, Jack. I waited for you, and you never came back for me.’

He cocks his head to one side. ‘I did come back for you, darlin’, I was at our hometown but three days ago - only to be told that you were on your merry way to marry some landed gentry across the sea. And that simply won’t do - I’m a pirate darlin’, and I don’t share what’s mine.’

You scoff. ‘I’m not yours, Jack. You lost me when you left me seven years ago.’

‘It’s Captain Jack to you, thank you very much,’ he retorts playfully, unfazed by your ire. You gasp when he unceremoniously rips open the lapels of your coat, and one rough fingertip trails down your bare neck, curling around the delicate gold chain that you never take off.

His eyes soften at the sight of his mother’s ring. ‘You lie so well, you’ll make an excellent pirate yourself, darlin’.’

Grabbing him by the scruff of his collar, you kiss him hard, his big hands gripping your waist, crushing you into his embrace. Brushing his nose against yours, he pulls back. 

‘I should’ve asked you all those years ago,’ he says, regret colouring his words. ‘Will you marry me?’

You palm his cheek, grinning through tears. ‘Yes, my captain, a thousand times yes.’

[canirove]

In The Name of Love | Chapter 24

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Masterlist

We are gonna have to cancel our weekend plans 😔

Why? What happened?

I've caught the worst cold known in human history

It can't be that bad, Val 😂😂

It is. I can't remember how it felt to breathe through my nose 😔

😂😂😂

Don't make fun of me, Pedro.  I'm sick 😭😭

I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Do you want me to go and give you cuddles?

And risk getting you sick? No way

If I'm sick I can't play, and you always say that's good because without me Barça are shit and they lose all their games

Yes, that's true. But this cold is the worst thing ever and I don't want you having to suffer it too

Awww Val 🥺🥺🥺🥺

That's so nice of you

I am a nice woman

Sometimes you are, yes 😊

I always am nice, Pedro 😒

Beg to differ 😂

Idiot 😒

Still love you, tho 🤍

Try to fix it now 😒

Can I do anything to make you feel better? 

Stop calling me mean, for example 🙄

But I love it when you are mean 😏

You are so weird

Yet you love me 🥰

I sadly do, yes 🙄

Are you sure you are sick? You don't sound like it 😂 

🖕🏻

Unless being sick makes you be meaner

🖕🏻🖕🏻

Val, stop, you are turning me on 🥵

🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

🥵🥵🥵

Idiot 🙄

I'm stopping now, I promise 😂 

But if you miss me too much, remember you still have the blanket and the pillow with my face on them 

If you aren't already using them, of course 😏

🖕🏻

I love you, Val. Get well soon 🤍

Yeah, love you too 🙄

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"Val, are you sure you are ok?" Silvia asks me.

"I am. I may not be able to breathe and all my joints hurt as if I've run a marathon, but I'm fine. Go and have fun."

"Ok… But if you start feeling worse, will you call someone?"

"I will, don't worry. Now leave" I say, moving my arm. Or trying to.

"Alright. Good."

"Silvia, go."

"I'm going, I'm going. I just hate seeing you like this."

"I'll survive. Now go."

"Ok. Try to rest, Val" she says, patting my head. "And maybe wash your hair."

"Yeah, yeah."

Five minutes later, someone rings the bell.

"Urgh" I groan, getting up from the sofa. "What did you forget now, Sil… Rosy!" I gasp when I see the person standing in front of me.

"Hello, Val" Pedri's mum smiles.

"What… what are you doing here?"

"I had plans to come visit next weekend, but Pedri told me you were sick, and I decided to come early and take care of you."

"That's… I mean…"

"He said you were struggling, that it was a really bad cold. When you are that sick you need to be pampered, and there is nothing like a mother for that. And since things with yours aren't the best right now…"

"Yeah…" 

"She'll come around, you'll see" Rosy smiles. "Anyway, can I come in?"

"Yes, of course. Sorry for keeping you waiting."

"Don't worry. This is for you" she says, showing me the huge bouquet of flowers she was carrying. "I guess you know who sent them."

"I do, yes" I chuckle.

"Who knew my son had such good taste, uh? He had never sent me flowers until he met you."

"Really?" 

"Yep. You've brought up the best in him, Val. I already told you."

"I… I…" I mumble, my cheeks on fire. Though maybe that's my fever coming back.

"Now, why don't you sit down while I put these on water? You need to rest."

"Yes, of course."

"I'm also going to make you some lunch, you've probably been eating really bad."

"There is no need, Rosy."

"I insist" she says. "I've come here to take care of you, and that includes feeding you. And I'm also going to make you some homemade remedies that I know will help with that cold."

"You are too kind" I say with a shy smile.

"Anything for you, Val" she replies, taking my hand on hers. "You are my son's girlfriend, the woman he loves the most. Well, the one he loves the most after me, of course" she laughs. "You are family."

"Thank you." Don't cry, Valeria. Don't cry.

"So go lay down on the sofa and don't worry about anything else, ok?"

"Ok" I nod.

"And oh, wait" she says, taking a box from the bag she is carrying. "He also gave me this for you. He said it would hopefully make you feel better."

"Thank you" I smile, taking it and sitting down while she starts rummaging around the kitchen.

The box is just one of the hundreds of Adidas boxes Pedri has around the house, but he's written my name on it and drawn hearts all around it. 

When I open it, it is full of my favourite chocolates and sweets. From kinder eggs to Mars bars and gummy bears. And under all that, there is a small photo album, P⁠♡V written on the cover. 

"So cheesy" I chuckle.

Inside it, on the first page, there is a note. 

You already know 14 is our number. And not because your team has 14 Champions League trophies. 14 is our number because that's the day we met. The day I met the woman of my dreams. And on this little album, I've put 14 of the many reasons why I love you and 14 photos of us together. From our first selfie together on my beach, that now is ours, to the last one the other day being silly when we were stuck in traffic. I hope they make you feel better and as if I'm there with you, taking care of you. My mum's cooking is good too, but nothing like your favourite kid 😉 Get well soon, Val. I love you 🤍

"Val, do you have a… Oh my God, Valeria. Are you ok? Why are you crying?" Rosy says, sitting next to me.

"Did you know that your son is the cutest human being the world has ever seen?"

"I knew he was cute, but that cute…" she laughs. "Did he make that for you?" she asks, nodding towards the photo album.

"He did. He put photos of us together and wrote under each one a reason why he loves me."

"Aww, that is cute. Very romantic."

"And cheesy" I chuckle. "But I love it. And him. I love him so much…"

"Oh, come here" Rosy says, hugging me while I start to cry. "He also loves you very much, you know?"

"That's what he says."

"And he doesn't lie. I'm his mother, I know him better than anyone. And I also know he couldn't have chosen a better person to spend his life with."

"Even if I'm older than him?" I say, moving to look at her.

"Even so" she replies, wiping away some of my tears. 

"I wish my mum would understand it the way you do. Because this is real. My feelings for Pedri are very real. You say I bring up the best in him, but he does the same with me. Never in my life have I felt more me than I do now, and it's all thanks to him. He has helped me find my true self, to be completely happy with who I am and my life. But my mum only sees the age gap and that he is a football player, though she didn't mind that when she thought I was dating Ferran. She doesn't see that I am the happiest I've ever been."

"But she will. She just needs time."

"That's what Pedri told me after that disaster of first lunch we had together, but... We've never had a good relationship, you know? I've always felt like she blames me for ruining her life."

"Oh, Val. Don't say that."

"But it's true. My dad left her the moment he found out she was pregnant and we've never heard about him again. She had to give up on her dreams and her career to raise me."

"And I'm sure that if I asked her, she would tell me that you've been the best thing that has ever happened to her and that she would do it all over again."

"I don't know…" I sigh.

"She would, Val. Because she's raised an amazing woman, one to be very proud of."

"You are gonna make me cry again" I chuckle.

"And I may cry with you too" Rosy laughs. "But you need to be patient with her, Val. You know this relationship isn't what people are used to."

"If I was dating a man 10 years older, they would not judge me this much."

"Oh, they would. But not for the same reasons."

"Yeah, true" I chuckle. 

"She'll come around. And if she doesn't, you know you will always have me."

"Thank you, Rosy" I sob.

"You're welcome" she says, hugging me again. "And since I'm gonna be something like your mother… You could do with a shower, Valeria."

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Silvia said that I should probably wash my hair, but I've been feeling so poorly that…"

"It's ok, don't worry" Rosy chuckles. "I've smelt worse, I have two boys, remember? But why don't you shower while I finish making your lunch?"

"Yes, of course."

"Perfect" she smiles. "Also, do you have a squeezer? That's what I wanted to ask you earlier."

"Yes, on the cupboard on top of the fridge. We don't use it that much."

"Once you've tried my magical remedy for colds you will, you'll see" she winks, her gesture reminding me of Pedri. 

"Thank you, Rosy."

"What for?"

For coming today. For taking care of me. For raising that amazing son of yours. 

"Just… everything" I shrug.

"Well, you are very welcome" she smiles. "Now go shower."

"Yes, of course" I smile back before going into the bathroom. 

[freetheshit-outofyou]

It is currently 2339 in Texas right now. My little brother who lives North of Austin was just visited by the BATF, at 2300hrs, on a freaking after work Friday. Why would the BATF be showing up at someone's house at such an hour? To fucking intimated my brother over his possible purchase of one or more Rare Breed FRT-15 trigger (Forced Reset Trigger). The odd thing is, this government overreach, unlike others I know that have been approached about FRT's because of "alleged" debit/credit card buys, my brother is accused of buying them with cash. Hummmm, if such a buy was done, and I'm not saying one was, with cash how would the BATF be able to follow a cash buy? I can only think of a few ways that could happen, this is the former LEO in me speaking. 1. Someone you know dropped a dime on you for whatever underhanded Blue Falcon bullshit reason. 2. The location you bought the item from rolled over on you for buying an item that was a legal commodity in the open market when it was bought. 3. Big Brother's nose is tracking your shit, this covers everything else. My little brother said he could not help them in their search and tried to close the door. An agent put his foot in the door and asked if they could search the house. He said, If you don't have a warrant, you should get your foot out of my door before I take this as an act of aggression and I am forced to defend myself. At this the BATF drew their weapons but removed there foot from the door while backing away. My SIL had already called the Williamson Co Sheriff and apparently after my brothers words the BATF called in the whole planet in. The Williamson Sherriff came to his door and was allowed in and told my brother that the BATF was saying he threatened to kill them if they did not leave. My brother said he laughed out loud and a lot. He explained To the Sheriff what he said and why, he also added that the entire exchange was recorded not once but twice from two different home security camera. He showed the Deputy the footage from both and was visibly angered, he got up and said he'd be back. By this time more BATF folks had gathered just this time better armed. The Deputy was out there about 20 minuets with the BATF yelling about threats and fear of being shot. Apparently someone with actual power on the ground told the agents to leaved. The Sheriff came back and said there would be no more trouble from the BATF and that an agent would be contacting him by phone in the morning to discuss what transpired. Folks, the police, all of them, have to follow the law by not following the law they put themselves in danger and endanger the public through their criminal actions. Police CANNOT stop you from closing YOUR DOOR even if they reasonably suspect a crime is being committed on the other side of the door. Further they cannot conduct a warrantless entry into a dwelling without "exigent circumstances" or permission from someone residing in the dwelling. That is case law set in Payton v. New York, 445 U.S. 573 (1980) and supported by Steagald v. United States, 451 U.S. 204 (1981). The Fourth amendment was written to stop these very things from happening. The BATF is out of control. They cannot make a rule, then make that rule punishable by both imprisonment and or fines and removing ones RIGHTS forever. THE BATF CANNOT MAKE ANY LAWS!

[skellymom]

"Vagabonds" Chapter 14 "In Confidence"

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

Hunter meets a smuggler Nomaadi Star Woman with a powerful force sensitive teen who changes the trajectory of CF-99's lives...as they ALL try to escape from The Empire together.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

To read Chapter 13:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/753775679134466048/vagabonds-chapter-13-precious-cargo?source=share

Word Count: 958

Background: Mad is awake, but harbors another secret. Sil befriends Echo and reveals his own dark past.

Been trying to get these chapters out quickly, but having the Writer's Block in the middle portion of this fan fic.

This was a VERY HEAVY chapter to write. It is brief in it's depiction of what happened to Sil. But, I wanted to have him and Echo discuss their shared trauma, but in a way that was not too heavy, but somewhat realistic without being graphic.

Warning: Discussion in hinted terms regarding sexual abuse. Nothing specific is mentioned.

*Since the Nomaadi are from all over the galaxy (and possibly beyond) their language is a patchwork of words from many different planets and systems. I have used two words from different Earth cultures as their language (some Nomadic people on Earth do this too) and created a pidgin language. Hopefully I have not offended anyone. Please personal message me if you want to discuss this. Thanks.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

Recap:

“Hunter, Echo and I can do some digging on our comm channels. However, before we do, I should remove both of your catheter’s.” Tech pointed toward Mad. 

“Everyone out.” Mad motioned with her hand.  

“WHAAT? Thought you were ok about ‘Body Stuff’” Wrecker sassed Mad. 

Echo shook his head, ushering Omega, Sil, and Love out of the room. 

“You REALLY wanna see Tech pull a urinary catheter out of my bladder, big boy?” Mad sassed back. 

Wrecker visibly shuddered. She got him. “Oof...no.” He left the room. 

Hunter grabbed Mad’s hand and squeezed.  

Would he and his siblings have been happier on Ord Mantell still running jobs for Cid?  

No. THIS is where WE need to be right now! 

It was an uncertain journey so far, but Hunter was willing to see it through. 

"In Confidence"

“There, all done.” Tech picked up his med kit, attempting to exit. 

“Tech?” Mad called out. 

Tech turned to face her.  She had noticed his bruised nose and eyes... 

“I'm so sorry for hurting you.” 

“Please do not fret.  I will heal quickly, as always.  Besides, I am grateful to have witnessed your Force bond with Tiggy.” 

Mad was mildly shocked.  “The Pot Roast?  The thing bred for consumption instead of intelligence???” 

“Tiggy is QUITE intelligent...in her own way.  Not EVERY life form is lucky enough to be specifically designed as genetically superior.”   

Mad noticed Tech’s slightly smug expression, then changed the subject.  “When you and Hunter are...free, I would like to go over the list of repairs to the Beldame with you.  Some upgrades, and I have ideas for...extra modifications as well.” 

“What IS the status of my ship?” 

“We were able to get life support online.  But no propulsion, shield, gunnery, sensors, communications...basically the Beldame is a livable space only, not specifically an operational starship.  Currently, the Marauder is perched atop the ‘Dame and we are hiding out in a seldom used hyperspace lane until we can get your ship back online.” 

“WE owe you and your brothers a huge debt of gratitude...and quite a few credits.”  Mad smiled.  “Chi-Miigwetch, Pal.”

(“BIG Thank you” Anishinaabe, “Friend” Romani). 

Tech silently nodded and left the aft section of the Marauder. 

Mad sighed “The explosion REALLY did a number on the ‘Dame.  Not that I’m ungrateful...but Love’s Force powers have gotten crazy strong...” 

“REALLY helpful in the moment, though” Hunter added. 

“THIS time.  Hunter, Love can barely control their abilities.  I’m concerned when the time comes, and they can’t.  Who's going to get hurt?  How long before someone figures out, we basically have a teenage Force weapon?” 

Hunter chuckled “Good luck to the Empire trying to catch your kiddo!” 

Mad silently gave Hunter a haunted look.  He picked up something deeper in her expression.  Some unspoken fear he couldn’t guess at and opened his mouth to ask... 

Mad’s belly growled LOUDLY!  “Oof” She rubbed her abdomen, changing the subject.  “Real strong hunger pains there.” 

“Been a few days since you had solid food.”  Hunter handed Mad a fresh change of clothes to dress. 

"Hungry enough to eat a Bantha!” 

Hunter didn’t push for more information.  Mad had been through enough already.  He felt assured when she was comfortable, Mad would confide her fears in him. 

Sil sipped from the handmade mug full of caf listening quietly to Echo speak.  

“Not been easy, but every day is a new opportunity for healing.  A little bit at a time.”  Echo finished his statement while putting his prosthetic leg back on. 

Since the Marauder had embarked with the Beldame, Echo and Sil had become fast friends.  Sil felt drawn to this “Machine more than man.”  Tech had introduced Echo as such, but Sil reacted by exclaiming Echo was not a droid, but in fact a heavily augmented human...it seemed that way to him.  Why couldn’t physically wounded humans receive assistance from machinery to function satisfactorily and keep their humanity?   

Sil was a psychologically wounded human and could still retain his humanity.  Although...his slavery also included being physically wounded, but not to the extent that Echo had endured.  But it was painful just the same... 

They worked side by side repairing what they could on the Beldame. Striking up random conversations, making jokes, discussing ship regs and the like.   

Tonight, Echo and Sil took time out after a day of repairs to sit and converse over cups of caf.  Hunter was with Mad.  Omega and Tech were playing the card game Balaans while Love hovered nearby watching, with Tiggy asleep in their lap. 

Eventually Sil shyly asked about Echo’s prosthetics and how he acquired them.  Echo smiled and quietly recounted his accident on Lola Sayu, then being woken up by Rex on Skako Minor. 

Sil was mortified at what was done to Echo.  How could ANYONE survive such a thing??? 

Silence between them as Sil processed everything Echo had told him. 

It was Echo’s turn.  “Care to talk about it?” Echo asked tentatively nodding to the slave collar scar burned into Sil’s neck. 

“I was kidnapped off the streets as a young boy by Zygerrian Slavers.  Then sold to man who owned an exotic meat market in The Bottoms of Coruscant.  He was evil...  Would shock me for just about anything.  Even if I was compliant.  Liked to watch me suffer while working...under him...” 

Sil took a very deep breath.  Echo could tell Sil was trying to maintain control and hold back tears. 

“Oh...kiddo...I...”  Echo struggled.  “Don’t need to know the rest if you...” 

“NO.  I NEED to get this out.”  Sil struggled.  “I don’t want my auntie to know the horrible things I had done to me.  It would break her heart.  I can talk to you...understand?” 

“Ok...” Echo waited patiently. 

“He...” One tear trailed down his cheek.  “He did THINGS to me.  Rented me out to people who would do those things too...”   

Sil put his hands up to his face in shame.   Echo could barely make out the next muffled statement from Sil. 

“I’m happy that man is dead.” 

Wrecker, who had been sitting nearby playing on a datapad, and unable to NOT hear what was being said turned to Echo with an extremely horrified expression. 

Echo met Wrecker’s expression with a mournful one. 

Sil broke into loud sobs and let the tears overtake him. 

“Does he need a hug?”  Wrecker whispered. 

Echo shook his head.  “I don't’ think he wants ANYONE to touch him right now.” 

Wrecker nodded.  “I’ll...uh...go make a fresh pot of caf.  Ok?” 

“Good idea.”  Echo replied.  “Going to be a very long night.” 

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🔆anon

Glimpses into the future (different amounts of time into the future)

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Visiting Dusk

Malleus: *sitting on his throne alone in the room* Dusk, you’re not stealthy. At least not to me.

Dusk: *appears from around the corner* What? No hi to your big brother?

Malleus: You are always back around this time of year.

Dusk: *floats over to Malleus’ throne* And? Do I not deserve a hello because you know when you’ll see me?

Malleus: Hello, Dusk.

Dusk: Better. Now, do you know where Sil and Bek are? I want to say hi to them too.

Malleus: Probably training together.

Dusk: Ooo! You think I can join them?

Malleus: Not if you’re floating.

Dusk: *glares at Malleus* I feel fine thank you, very much. I got permission to float for short periods.

Malleus: How long has this “short period” been?

Dusk: *starts standing*

Malleus: Better.

Dusk: Do you want a fight?

Malleus: Try me.

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Father Domino

Domino: *holding a sleeping infant while pacing*

Silver: *moves to hold Domino in a hug* She’s been asleep for a bit now.

Domino: I know, but she doesn’t wake up as much if I walk with her.

Silver: Yes, but you can’t stay up all night.

Domino: Hold on. Speaking of sleep, how are you up during such a late hour? Did a miracle happen?

Silver: No, the tragedy of being alone in bed. She’ll be fine.

Domino: If she wakes up, I’m getting you up to deal with it.

Silver: That’s fair.

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Accepted Canis

Canis: Papi! *runs to hug Vargas while holding a letter in his hand*

Vargas: What is it, buddy?

Canis: Just read it!

Vargas: *takes and reads the NRC acceptance letter then goes to ruffle Canis’s hair* Look at that! You’re just a big shot now, aren’t you? But, look, I’m still the fitness teacher, and I will not go easy on you. I won’t let anyone else do the same either. Got it?

Canis: I got it, I got it. Name one time you ever went easy one me. Why would I expect that now?

Vargas: I guess you’re right, just don’t start getting a big head.

Canis: *laughs and sticks out his tongue* Too late.

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Party Planner Kit

Kit: *sitting across from Kalim at a table while holding a few papers* Kalim, I refuse to let him come back!

Kalim: But he’s an important tie we need to keep.

Kit: I don’t care! He was rude to the Asim family ruler! I’m not letting that slide!

Kalim: We need to keep trade with him open for prosperities sake. I can handle a few curt words.

Kit: Absolutely not! He’ll take us for fools. We need to make an example out of this and cut ties. You did it before when someone insulted me and when someone insulted the Viper family.

Kalim: That was different-

Kit: It was in no way different! I will keep nagging you on this until you see sense!

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Engaged Toryn

Toryn: *crying while looking at wedding options with Vil*

Vil: Toryn, dear, light of my life, you need to keep it together. Even for a few seconds. I can’t plan this alone.

Toryn: *nods but is still crying*

Vil: You’re the one who planned a whole day for a perfect proposal AND kept me from knowing about it. *sighs and hugs Toryn* What am I going to do with you, you big idiot?

Toryn: *mumbling into the hug* I cried then too…

Vil: I can guess.

Toryn: *looks at Vil, finally pausing crying* I love you so much.

Vil: *kisses the tip of Toryn’s nose* I love you just as much.

Toryn: *starts crying again*

Vil: Sevens give me strength… *continues to comfort poor Toryn*

—

Attention Hungry Dekker

Dekker: *rests his head on top of Azul’s head while Azul is sitting on the couch*

Azul: *pausing his work on checking the logs* Dekker, can I help you?

Dekker: No, why?

Azul: You seem to be mistaken my head for your headrest.

Dekker: Nah, I totally got the correct thing.

Azul: If you wanted attention, you could have just said something.

Dekker: Where’s the fun in that?

Azul: Not messing with your boyfriend? That sounds fun.

Dekker: Hypocrite. You mess with me all the time.

Azul: You do it first! Now, if you want attention, help me with the Lounge.

Dekker: *moving to sit next to Azul* Fine.

—

Entomologist Ruse

Ruse: *doing work in Riddle’s house* Riddle.

Riddle: Yes?

Ruse: You and I are going to see this museum exhibit once it opens. They want so many specimens and it is taking so much work. I am not letting them have an empty hall once it’s all done.

Riddle: When you work with a museum to put together an exhibit, it’s going to be a lot of work. Especially when living specimens are involved.

Ruse: They want so many species! We can’t just hand over the rare ones like that. Negotiating what’s available while getting information on endangered insect species out to the public is way too much.

Riddle: And your coworkers?

Ruse: Also swamped with work. You’re a lawyer, you know what it’s like to have everyone loaded with work.

Riddle: That is true.

Ruse: My point still stands. We are both going to see that exhibit.

LOOK AT ALL THESE GOOD ENDINGS!

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Nilonii Character Details!

Sooo I liked the questions from this post so much that I decided to randomly pick one from each category to answer! These were really fun to answer, I love thinking about the smaller details, they really make a character <3

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💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings?

It doesn’t seem like it, but Nilonii has had her ears pierced in a few places! She just chooses not to wear any most of the time for reasons relating to combat; her ear cuff is always worn though. I’ve been thinking about Nilonii with nose piercings lately so I think those would be her next stop, specifically a septum or multiple nostril piercings!

The rest are under the cut :)

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

She drinks, but doesn’t smoke. Nilonii is a complete lightweight so while she does enjoy her sujamma, shein and cocktails she tends to only drink by herself or in the company of people she trusts, and she doesn’t drink often either. At any sort of event she sticks to grape juice, because who can tell the difference between that and wine? She’s very convincing about it :)

🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?

Her charisma and charm do tend to draw others in, but she absolutely values having a few close friends over a wide circle of friends. Having a lot of friends would make her feel anxious, she much prefers keeping others at arm’s length - unless of course they give her a reason to keep them closer.

🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends?

Definitely family! To her, friends come and go, like the changing of the seasons. But family always remains, and what makes her family unique is that she chooses (and in the case of her biological mother, removes) every member of it herself. Close friends are like family to her as well!

🥯 BAGEL — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast?

Nilonii never skips breakfast, and will usually have a bowl of nutriment paste paired with spices, and a variety of different toppings like fruits, nuts, oats, and honey or syrup. It all just depends on what she fancies on the day! She’ll usually have a cup of tea with it, such as matcha or something floral/fruity like rose tea or the TES equivalent of Earl Grey.

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

Here’s 5 random ones!

🍇 Nilonii sometimes struggles to sit in chairs properly, and hates it when they don’t have armrests for her to dangle her legs over.

🍇 She loves hair! It doesn’t matter the texture, length, colour or style, it’s all interesting to her. Sometimes when she has nothing to do she’ll brush and style Sil’s hair while he’s working, and he’s more than happy to be a hairstyling client for his daughter <3

🍇 Literally cannot hide her disgust when it comes to things she doesn’t like. She always curls her lip and scoffs, or when it comes to food/drink she dislikes she’ll put on a dramatic show of coughing and face scrunching.

🍇 She loves to use creative insults! While she does enjoy using “s’wit” every now and then, nothing beats insults such as “you’re about as useful as a wooden cooking pot”.

🍇 Nilonii purposely walks with weight in her heels, so her boots make that loud clomping noise. She likes the way it sounds and that it draws attention to her, and people will always hear her coming before they see her. This works in her favour very well, as she can then play on this expectation of loud walking to trick others when she’s trying to be sneaky.

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Silhouette: Jungkook

A/N: from the graveyard of ideas. I was on one of my DC binges and wondered what Jungkook would be like as a dark and broody anti-hero with unique and burdensome powers, set in a gritty Gotham city.

A small excerpt from that story❤️

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The sounds of the city filled the blackened night sky as cars honked and citizens casually went about their lives. Most of them working menial jobs, leading a humble existence, droning through the days like worker ants of a massive colony.

"Must be nice.." he mumbles to himself.

Jungkook watched from high up, overlooking Gotham with eagle eyes. He squints beneath his mask, inhaling sharply through his nose at the scent of cigarette smoke curling overhead. The lone vigilante shifts his position from where he crouched in the shadows, perched on the cornered ledge of the tall building like a gargoyle. The matte leather of his uniform hugged his taut muscles, creaking softly as he lifted his head.

He smirks.

"If you were trying to be stealthy...you should have left the cigarette at home..." he snarks without tearing his watchful gaze away from the flickering lights below.

Taehyung steps towards him from the shadows, his mosaic-like camouflaged skin morphing beneath the moonlight to become less opaque as the tiny trail of smoke twirled from his fingers. His dark cloak sways in the night breeze, his pale gray hair curling over the black mask concealing the top half of his face.  He chuckles as he flicks some ash over the dirty concrete, stepping over it as he joins Jungkook at the ledge.

"True. You couldn't see me coming otherwise..." Taehyung huffs. He leans forward to gauge the distance between them and the ground, letting out a low whistle between his teeth before lifting the cigarette to his lips again.

"What is with you and heights?" he mumbles. Jungkook shoots him a sideways glance and grunts in amusement.

"What's with you and the cancer sticks? Thought you'd cut back..."

Taehyung shrugs with his smokey exhale.

"Rough day....slow night on watch?" He glances over at the hooded hunter just as he breaks his gaze to glare in his direction. His shadowed eyes regard Taehyung suspiciously before scoffing.

"Why are you here Veil?"

Taehyung's expression softens at the ice-cold tone of Jungkook's voice and his shoulder sag as he takes one final drag from his cigarette. He flicked it over the ledge as he turned to face his comrade.

"Look... I know things between you and the rest are a little sketchy these days. I wish things were different but all things considered, I still see you as a brother. So I came to give you a heads up....."

Jungkook furrows his brow beneath his mask as Taehyung continues.

"She's back." He deadpans, knowing the moment her name left his lips, Jungkook's demeanor would change.

As sure as he knew him, Jungkook's lips parted slightly and his heart thudded heavily in his chest as a swirl of emotions flooded him.

"...What do you mean... she's back?" his voice breaks as he fails to remain impassive and Taehyung frowns empathetically as he sighs.

" I mean she's here. In Gotham. There's been a few sightings. Word is...she and Joker are....."

That name evokes a different reaction and Jungkook feels as if his blood had run cold. He turns away from Taehyung abruptly at that and stares off into the distracting movements below him as his mind falls into a frenzy.

A melody of repressed memories flooded his mind. The sound of her voice. Her laugh. The softness of her skin. Her lips. The taste of her sweat and tears...

His chest ached at the thought of her and who...what..she might have become.

And he struggled with the possibility of him being somewhat responsible for it all.

"It's bad Sil. I don't know what they've done to her but she isn't the Eden we knew. Anyway.......We have orders from the league to bring her in. Dead or Alive. Considering how the two of you felt about each other, I thought you would want to know."

Jungkook's hood concealed his hardening expression and his clenching jaw, but Taehyung could feel the tension radiating from him as he continued to stare ahead at the hectic city.

Suddenly Jungkook stands from where he was crouched, revealing his utility belt lined with weapons at his waist and the two long blades that were nestled in sheaths crossed between his shoulder blades. They shift slightly when Jungkook rolls his shoulders in preparation, making Taehyung sigh.

Just as he's about to turn away, Taehyung reaches out for him. When his gloved hand closes over his wrist, Jungkook's neck turns sharply to glare at him.

"Don't! You can't stop me. None of you can so don't even try." He barks, snatching his wrist back.

"No one wants to stop you but..." Taehyung begins.

"But what?"

Taehyung feels the heat of Jungkook's eyes on him despite only being able to see the bottom half of his face.

"Look...This isn't the Eden we....you...once knew. She's different. Every trace of the good in her is gone. The shit she's done since she left...She's dangerous. And now that she's with Joker, she's probably.."

"Too much for me to handle?" Jungkook interrupts again, making Taehyung's parted lips press together in a thin line. At his pause, Jungkook stifles a chuckle at his blankness.

"So what are you saying? I'm not strong enough to face her now that she's crossed over?" He shrugs with the question, tilting his head.

A chilling breeze flows over the rooftop, blowing against the fabric of Jungkook's hood and Taehyung's cloak. The shift of the fabric allows a ray of moonlight to reflect in Jungkook's eyes, one of his clouded irises glimmered briefly before being cascaded in darkness once again. Taehyung wilts at the sight, an unpleasant memory presenting itself.

"No. What I'm saying is...that beneath all of that armor and power and strength and skill... you're still just a man. A man who before Eden, had no known weaknesses. She isn't the only one who's changed. Good or evil, you love her. You still love her Jungkook. And that makes this more dangerous for you than anyone.."

Having heard enough, Jungkook sucks his teeth and looks away.

"Goodbye V.." he seethes as he's about to leave.

"Jungk..I mean Silho....wait.." Taehyung interjects, grasping his wrist again and locking his earnest eyes with that pair hidden beneath the shadows of Jungkook's hood.

The use of his real name while on the job was normally frowned upon, but the bond these two shared surpassed the politics of this lifestyle.

"Whatever you're thinking....you don't have to go about it alone. We can.....I can help. This doesn't have to go badly. We can save her..."

Jungkook softens under his touch, as does his hidden expression. After a beat, Taehyung releases him and sighs. He takes a second to look over the monochrome city skyline before looking back at Jungkook's pensive frown.

"I don't think she can be saved. Not if she's with him. But if anyone's gonna take her in, it's best if it's me. It's only right. I.........need to do this. Alone. But I appreciate the intel."

"Kook.." Taehyung begins as Jungkook shifts.

"Gotta get back. See you around.." he mutters with the snap of his cloak.

Taehyung has no chance to respond as Jungkook turns away from him to face the ledge, staring down into the abyss that was Gotham. And without another word, he jumps from the ledge and disappears into the smog.

(I dont own nor did I create these AI images. I take no credit for them and would gladly credit the creators if I knew who they were :). )

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••|| It's alright ||••

Sotha sil x chubby reader one shot

This takes place before they become tribunal so maybe a little angst(?)

Gn reader

Of course this will be dealing with some insecurities but it'll become a comfort/fluff fic lolol

(I have not written one of these in a while so i apologize in advance for any terrible writing)

Staring in the mirror was never much of a joy for you, in fact it displeased you at times. It had always been like this ever since you were young, of course you had a family who loved and cherished you. Never caring for how you looked, and the same would be said for your friends. The strangers though, their comments hurt like glass.

Even with your accomplishments people couldn't look past the way you presented yourself, you could have shown yourself to be Azura herself and they'd still only make side remarks about the body you hardly had control of. But those were only a couple people, only a few who had made you believe everyone saw you as nothing more than a large mound of flesh.

Their words stuck to you like an arrow in dummy, no matter how many kind genuine people you surround yourself with. You couldn't escape the thoughts that they too judged you, that they all spoke behind closed doors in hushed whispers about a body they truly could care less about.

You had friends, friends who never judged you. But your brain conjured up the suspicion that they never openly said anything, due to Nerevar. Your friend that you've known since childhood now a king, he welcomed you into his court and into his new found friend group as any friend would. You becoming his ambassador, speaking on behalf of the Chimer king and the race itself whenever your dear friend wasn't able to do so.

You didn't stick out much, Indoril always had a knack for becoming friends with those that people would gawk at, in fact you were probably the most normal looking of the bunch. You had Voryn the tall Dagoth whose affection towards Nerevar could be questioned, Vehk the poet who Indoril had found on the streets and claimed to have saved, Ayem the beautiful warrior princess who seemed to have the body of a goddess and finally

Seht.

Seht was..different, a poor soul who lost everything. You remember first meeting him, Vehk had asked you to take some food to him. Back when you were just another Chimer that Indoril had dragged along, speaking of you needing to learn to fight. When you brought it to him you felt nothing but sorrow for him. You attempted to be kind towards him, to be a friend in his time of need. But alas he only sat there hugging his knees as you soaked in the silence, until eventually you were needed elsewhere.

As time went on through out entire the group, he was closest to you. He never spoke much and had a tendency to be too quiet, always seeming to know what was on your mind. But maybe you were just predictable at this point. You were fascinated by him at times, how much information was stored inside of that head of his. How you could just say hello to him, and minutes later be in a conversation about things you hardly understood.

You felt a head rest on your shoulder pulling you away from your thoughts, an audible sigh escaping through the persons nose. You smiled as your eyes could see the familiar strands of ivory hair fall past you "hello Seht." You paused your writing, setting the quill aside as you glanced up towards your quiet friend.

He nodded to you before sitting down in the chair you kept at your side, already getting used to him visiting on occasion. He enjoyed watching you write, you never really had anyone too interested in your stories besides Indoril at times. But he only ever took interest in them if they had some sort of action in them. Sometimes Voryn would glance at your tales too, but never more than a passing glance. But Seht stayed no matter what the story was about, whether it be romance or tragedy he listed. Sometimes if he had the time, he'd even help with ideas. "What's this one about?" He asked in that quiet tone you had grown used to.

You glanced towards him from the corner of your eye before giving a small smile, you had begun to write about your worries, your problems and your own self image issues. Maybe one day it'd help you, if not you then maybe far into the future, once you were nothing more than a faint memory from the past perhaps it would help someone else.

Sometimes you'd hand out your stories to people once they were 'book worthy' but these would never get that treatment "not a story this time my friend" he looked curious as he watched you turn back to the paper and continue your writings. "It seems to be a story" Seht spoke pointing out the few papers gathered underneath the one you were currently writing on.

You halted the quill in your hand, a tiny ink splotch being created from the sudden movement. "I- yes, it would seem that way. But I assure you it's not, this is.. Personal" with a pregnant silence filling the air, you eventually turned back to your writings. Cursing the tiny ink blotch before you continued on with your words.

It was silent between you two, the only sound being that of distant chatter from who knows exactly where, and the scribbles of quill on paper. Seht merely sat there, in the past you would question him. Why stay when there were so many other things to do? And he'd always reply the same

'I do not mind being here, I enjoy the silence'

Unbeknownst to you, there were more behind those words. Seht was.. How to put it kindly. Bad at words, he had always been socially awkward. Ever since he was a child, he could never find the right words to make friends. And when he thought he had, the other children gave him that..look. A look he detested, it wasn't that he feared you'd give him that same look. More of he feared your reaction.

Seht was used to studying the mechanisms of dwarven architecture, he was not used to these feelings of butterflies and 'jelly legs'. He tried to get advice from others, those who could confess feelings so easily. First he went to Voryn, and was somewhat ignored. Then to Nerevar who treated it more like a game of charades rather than actually giving advice, we won't even speak of what Vehks advice was...

Then he went to Almalexia, who was rather blunt with her words.

'Just tell them and get it over with, cowering will not accomplish anything.'

And just as those words flashed in his mind, finally reaching towards you.. Your door slammed open. Nerevar stood there, hand on one of the doors "hey! Sorry Seht but I need to borrow Y/n for an extremely important meeting-"

Your eye twitched ever so slightly, getting up your chair scooted back. Your head jerked towards Nerevar narrowing your eyes at the kings frantic state "what have you done?" Your childhood friend simply attempted to look innocent, fidgeting with his hands as he glanced away "nooothing-" he outstretched his word, before standing up more straight "just need you to help with a letter to- king Dumac that's all!"

You let your head fall sighing, cracking your eyes open to glance at Seht who still sat in his seat. You excused yourself "I will be back soon Seht, this shouldn't take long" pushing your chair back in, you left with Nerevar who kept spewing out thank yous and sorries, that soon became muffled as the large door closed.

Seht watched as the door closed, listening as the muffled voices grew distant. This wasn't the first time he was alone in your room, you trusted him and he trusted you. Your room within Nerevars palace was like another home to him, sometimes he found himself wanting to be no where else but here.

For a moment he simply sat there, glancing at the new trinkets you had collected from travels, the few weapons on display all from different times of your life, and the books messily strewn about across the room. Then his eyes landed on the papers that were laid upon your desk, you were always fine with him reading your works. Was this any different to your past stories?

He reached his hand out grabbing the papers, shifting them until he found the first page or what he assumed was the first. His eyes took in the words, it was just your thoughts. Speaking of your childhood and your kinship to Nerevar, as he turned to the backside though. That's when his brows knit in confusion.

The sun was setting as you made your way back to your room, assuming Seht had already left. Nerevar had kept you for a couple hours, attempting to decipher some letter the dwarven king had sent him. Voryn was far too busy to be bothered, so he simply grabbed the next best thing.

You slowly opened the door to your room, making the silent promise to visit Seht at his new found home. You were surprised to look up and see him still sat in his chair, you blinked a few times before a smile graced your lips "Seht, I am surprised to see you still here"

He was silent, which confused you. He was only silent when things weighed heavily on him, had something happened since you left? You grew closer to him "Seht? Is something the matter?" A minute too late, as you glanced towards your now empty desk. Did you realize he was holding the papers you had been writing on, you watched as he stood up. Holding the papers with both of his hands, he turned towards you.

"Is this truly how you see yourself?"

How were you to answer? What could you even say to make this a forgotten memory? Was he angry? Did he pity you? Questions continued to fill your head, forgetting the original question itself. Seht reached a hand out, grabbing your shoulder

"I do not.. Understand"

You looked up to him, but your eyes tried to focus on anything but him. Scared that you would see humor behind them, or worse judgment.

"You are perfect"

Your eyes finally looked to him, looking into his eyes. You saw the same eyes as you always did.

"What?"

Your words came out more like a stutter, his hand reached down to take yours. Squeezing it reassuringly as he continues on

"You are perfect, everything about you is"

A pause filled the air as he gathered his words, strands of his hair draping over his face as they usually did.

"I do not understand how something- no.. Someone so perfect-" he raised his other hand that still held the unfinished work "can say such things about themselves"

Of course you had heard praises from people before, Nerevar always attempted to boost your confidence. And all throughout your childhood your mother had done as much as she could to make you see your beauty. For some reason hearing it from Seht, sounded as if Azura herself descended down and spoke these words to you.

You squeezed his hand back, assuring him you were still listening. Just at a loss for words "I don't know what to say Seht.."

Seht cracked an ever so slight smile, he set the papers on the desk behind him. Both of his hands coming to intertwine with yours, for a second he glanced away contemplating his words.

"In a room full of art, i'd still stare at you"

Of course throughout your life you had people say much kinder and sweeter things, but hearing these words come from Seht felt as if Azura herself spoke to you. You melted at them, your lips curling into a soft smile

"Oh.. Seht"

Your hands moved away from his before you enveloped him into a hug that nearly spooked the poor guy. But slowly he relaxed, wrapping his arms around you he nestled his head against you as he closed his eyes. Basking in the moment between you two.

Hey y'all forgot to put his here but i hope you all enjoyed the story!

This took me a bit to write as I had it collecting dust in my drafts before rewriting it twice

My elder scrolls requests are open! I do pretty much any character (not Hermaus mora or wtv his name is tho, sorry)

Until next time Dxwnfxll out!

Btw this was semi based off of this quote i found on Pinterest

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I'm stoked that you both enjoyed and answered my question!

Yeah, usually when I end up thinking about them meeting I have to pull them out of context, then place them in that infinite white space Squidward got eebie deebied to.

There is one more thing I think the Silvers can agree upon and it's, "Fuck Giovanni and everyone who associates with him." I already figured they'd hate each other for abiding by what each other hates. What's sadder is that even if they got past their shoddy first impressions of each other (self-indulgent riffraff / pathetic warhound), the animosity would grow tenfold because they are equal, if not larger, foils to each other than their respective Golds are. I wouldn't be surprised if the Silvers' mutually saw their otherworld selves as the worst versions of their self.

Misfit Silver would absolutely drag AWSB for any level of compliance, geniune or decietful, he had in Team Rocket's plans. Even more so for trying to beat Giovanni at his own game and pretending that the end will ever justify the means, all while letting an innocent boy follow him into a place so dark, you never get to walk away from it. AWSB Gold would have lived a normal life without AWSB Silver, but he let him stay, and now he's ruined. He's killed for you. He's almost died for you multiple times. He'll never be the same and what for? A guy who was too weak to do it alone. A guy who caved as soon as someone said they loved him and didn't think he was a monster. Misfit Silver would grill his counterpart for not taking accountability in Gold staying. Not that Misfit Silver cares about either Golds or anyone else (denial), it just seems particularly low, like something dear old dad would do.

Where as AWSB Silver would probably take all that on the nose because lord knows he's torn himself apart thinking about all that himself and he has his doubts about everything he's done. Especially when it comes to his own Gold's involvment in the situation. But Misfit Silver had better circumstances, still not normal mind you, but better. And yet he refuses to love or be loved. Misfit actively fights and deeply resents any warmth his Gold brings out in him, rejects Gold's love as he judges it as superficial, desperate and/or false. Misfit Silver thinks it'd be better if he and Gold weren't together, so he tells Gold that he's nothing special and rejects him constantly? Tell me about how the ends won't justify the means. Especially when Misfit Gold is already suicidal. At least when AWSB Silver pushed his Gold away it wasn't because he didn't want to love his Gold or because he was too scared of pain to let anyone in. Clearly, Misfit Silver just doesn't want to lose anyone else, so he blocks everyone out, and yet he hasn't cut his Gold off either and won't take accountability for it.

I wonder if it'd get physical. I could see Misfit Silver trying to start a fight, it's just would AWSB Silver even entertain it? He'd be angry about how Misfit Gold is being treated, so maybe? Would he just dodge every attack and walk away? Or would he catch Misfit's fists and incapcitate him?

It'd be bad. Triggering as fuck because it raises the question of what makes someone who they are? Circumstances or choices? How could someone who has the same essecence as you end up so different?

Either Gold would be like, "Wow you're so amazing!" and the other would be like,"What? No, you're the amazing one! I'm just some lame guy who gets in Silver's way, I'm not sure why he lets me stick around." And it just keeps going.

As far as my hot take on Misfit Silver and AWSB Gold meeting goes, I think if there's anyone who could convince, or at least sway Misfit Silver into believing his Gold's feeling are genuine, it'd be AWSB Gold. Likewise, I think AWSB Gold would have more patience with Misfit Gold than AWSB Silver does, because he understands that 1) Silver is hurt and scared of being hurt again, 2) that Misfit Silver does love his Gold deep down. He knows because his own Silver shows his love through actions, and Misfit Silver's actions say he does care, it's just difficult. That said, if AWSB Gold opened up about his fears and doubts about his place in AWSB Silver's life, Misfit Silver would probably capitalize on it and say something hurtful. Which would cause AWSB Gold to spiral. 4.5/10.

When it comes to Misfit Gold and AWSB Silver, I think Silver would immediately recognize that Misfit Gold is an abuse survivor, drug user and suicidal, all of which would make him immediately protective. Ultimately, it's another thing that would worsen his relationship with his otherworld self. I think AWSB Silver would do his best to comfort and reassure Misfit Silver, telling him it's admirable that even when Gold hates himself so much, hurts so much, he's kept the light inside of him alive. You'd think AWSB Silver was the older one. Then if Misfit Gold found out about AWSB Silver's past, it'd be how AWSB Gold felt all over again. Misfit Gold would be utterly heartbroken, horrified, angry and awed by what AWSB Silver endured and how he manages to get by. How he openned his heart up to love despite it all and is still trying to make a difference, remains mindful of any collateral damage he may cause and how he tries to minimize it. 10/10.

Just thoughts.

Before I start I just wanted to take a moment and say HOLY SMOKES THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS, it was an absolute treat to read! And also OH BOI you’ve thought way deeper about this than I ever did. 

Fuck Giovanni and everyone who associates with him.

Facts. Be it for deep-rooted personal revenge or rejection of that part of society as a whole, imo in no universe can these two have a functional father-son relationship.

…worst versions of their self.

In short. Yes.

…it just seems particularly low, like something dear old dad would do.

Oof, how this is phrased. This entire paragraph, hitting all the right buttons. 

A guy who caved as soon as someone said they loved him and didn't think he was a monster.

This reminded me of a scene that never made it into AWSB. Went somewhere along the lines:

Silver with a resigned smile, reflecting on their relationship.

-I’m easy, aren’t I? Falling for the second person that chose to be kind to me.

Gold, in turn reflecting on the rollercoaster that was their existence the past few weeks, voice cracking, choking in disbelief.

-R-right. Easy.

Would he just dodge every attack and walk away? Or would he catch Misfit's fists and incapacitate him?

Probably a then b, since the guy would be quite persistent. AWSB!Silver has dealt with enough people that can’t/aren’t worth being reasoned with, so force is ever the option. One, to avenge Gold, two, to knock Misfits down a notch, three… well, wouldn’t beating someone with the face he so detests be oh so satisfying?

Misfit Silver would probably capitalize on it and say something hurtful.

Not out of malice, but as a knee jerk reaction.

Which would cause AWSB Gold to spiral.

This Silver is kind of a dick, huh? (He definitely is). Hang in there, Gold!

…still trying to make a difference, remains mindful of any collateral damage he may cause and how he tries to minimize it.

100/10 the difference between one that fought for and been through the stages to acceptance and the one who hasn’t.

I cannot stress just how genuinely amazed and impressed I am at the depth of your analysis and at how frighteningly well you’ve captured the characters. If left up to me, it'd be a comic featuring crudely drawn chibis and 99.9% a dick joke, but I absolutely adore reading your serious, grounded takes on the matter. So yeah, if such a crossover were to exist, that’d be exactly how the boys’ encounters would transpire.

One thing to note - AWSB core story is complete and Misfits AU isn't, so it’d be interesting to revisit this when that happens.

To me either universe is there to explore topics the other one doesn’t. AWSB - ultraviolence and, in place of a redemption arc, that one of a downfall (peppered with world-ending scenarios cus what pkmn universe would it be without that). Misfits AU - sex, drugs and punkrock'n' roll (some anarchy in the UK and all the life’s joys that come with the package).

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#5

Count Only The Happy Hours

[I] [II] III. And so, great Nerevar, Azura-blessed and swift of blade, leapt high into the sky. His form obscured the sun, and with his grand descent, a legion of Nords were felled, struck by the glorious…

“That’s not what happened. Alandro said they ambushed the Nords with some Dwemer mercenaries.”

Vivec gave a sigh as Sil interrupted his reading; he should know, after nearly a month, that he really ought to turn elsewhere for critique. The boy was one of the most literal-minded mer he’d ever met; he was quite sure there wasn’t an ounce of poetry in his soul. He looked over at him in an attempt to give him a withering glance; no luck there, either–Sil’s nose was crammed in a book, one hand outstretched to summon a palm-sized ball of fire, then ice, then lightning over and over again.

“Tell me, Seht, have you ever heard the phrase ‘history is written by the victors’?” he asked, turning his chair to face him. Sil’s pale eyes peeked over his book, brows drawn together.

“I have.”

“The saying should be ‘history is embellished by the victors’.” Vivec leaned forward. “Now, can you dispute what I said?”

“What?”

“Can you prove to me that Nerevar didn’t leap up into the sky and blot out the sun?”

“I just told you, Alandro said…”

“I’m not asking about Alandro. I’m asking about Sil.” An elbow rested on Vivec’s knee, and his chin plunked into his hand. “Were you there?”

“Well, no, but…”

“But I was, and this is my account. Alandro has his own, Nerevar has his own, but this is the one I’m choosing to believe and write.”

Sil frowned at him, magic dispersing from his hand as he shut his book. “But it’s not true.”

“And you’re certainly welcome to think so. Perhaps you’re even right.” Vivec sat up, fixing his gaze on the boy. “But there are plenty of people like you, people now and people a hundred years from now, who did not and will not ever see what happened on the battlefield today. The gritty, boring details won’t matter to most people–close your mouth, Sil, I know it matters to you–they’ll want to experience the feeling. The pride and wonder I felt watching Nerevar’s victory. Plus, it’s much more fun to read.”

Vivec turned back around, picking up his knife to sharpen his quil. “And, now especially, it is very, very important that we build faith in Nerevar as someone capable and near-mythic. It’s hard enough getting the Houses to trust someone from a different House–which is why Voryn, for all my complaints, is very essential–and it’d be harder still for someone like me, who’s Houseless. But Neht is an outlander.”

Sil leaned in, curious. “Is he really? I thought he was Indoril.”

“Well, yes, in name. But he grew up somewhere on the mainland, and, as I’m sure you know, we Chimer get suspicious.” He glanced over his shoulder, giving Sil a little smile. “But you and I know the type of person he is. We have to get others to love him just the same, even if they never get the chance to meet him.”

Sil sat back, silent as he thought. Young as he was, his face was a closed book; Vivec couldn’t count how many times in his short stay that he wished for some sort of indication of what was happening in that head of his.

“But what if people find out it’s a lie?” he asked, mouth downturned.

“Well, they’ll need to find someone who was there to dispute it.” Vivec smiled as he jotted down another line. “And much like me and my egg, what ultimately matters is the outcome. Nerevar and his forces won the day, and we’re that much closer to reclaiming Resdayn for ourselves–with or without our Azura-blessed leader blotting out the sun.”

~

For all of Sil’s worry about the truth, news of Nerevar’s victory started to spread, and because of it, they were finding more and more support. Houses offering their arms where needed, and a few more mer agreeing to join them at their next base–a city, they’d decided, which would need a touch more subtlety than out here in the less populated isles, but would certainly be a much safer meeting point. They even had the very vocal support of a princess–who, as she wrote, despaired over the fact that she couldn’t join them until she was of age.

And, more locally, it seemed as though word found its way underground, too. Because one day, after a long visit down below–it was becoming increasingly clear that Nerevar, friendly to a fault, was staying far too long for it to simply be business talks–ended with Nerevar returning with a king in tow. King Dumac, to be more specific, ruler of the Dwemer; laying out the Nords had been the last bit of proof he needed that Nerevar’s plan was viable, and he was ready to talk strategy.

Though, in truth, the “planning” was more like a prospective spouse coming to dinner. While a bit of lip service was paid toward using Dwarven technology against the Nords, Nerevar and Dumac were joking and chatting, and each member of the council, for lack of a better term, were being introduced: loyal and noble Dagoth Voryn, who had been here from the start; quick-witted and swift-footed Vivec, who fought with all the same passion he put into his words; Alandro Sul, the immortal son of Azura. (Despite all of Vivec’s prodding, Alandro never did confirm whether that was simply a title or simply a statement of fact, which was terribly vexing.) Nerevar was quick to praise each of them.

But they weren’t wholly alone. Along with a few of Dumac’s retainers, a young boy hung near the table. Sil had said he didn’t want to talk, but clearly he’d wanted to listen. For the most part, he went unnoticed. But there was no ignoring the beacon his eyes became as Dumac pulled out what he called a “prototype centurion spider”–it was a little thing, about the size of Dumac’s wide palm, that looked somewhat like its living namesake. Sil, still silent, made his way up to the table as, with a little spark of magicka, Dumac brought the little contraption to life, metal legs skittering down from his hand and over the table.

“Obviously the ones we have below are much larger,” Dumac explained to the dumbstruck table. “The size of a nix-hound, I’d say. They’re better for repairing our other animunculi. For a true battle, we’d want spheres and centurions, of course.”

Nerevar grinned at the rest of the table. “I’ve seen them. Just about scared the piss out of Alandro and me, so I can’t even begin to think of how a superstitious lot like the Nords will react.” He looked up at Dumac, who was rumbling a laugh at his comment. “And this’ll keep our losses down, too.”

“Will they…work above ground?” Voryn asked, squinting suspiciously at the spider as it skittered past him.

“Of course! Down below we use steam to power them, but if you get a few mages and an amplifier or two to get them started, we’ll have a full army automated for battle,” Dumac assured. He glanced over as Sil set his hand in front of the spider, coaxing it into his palm to get a closer look at it. Even beneath his full beard, a wide smile was on display. “Do you like it, boy?” He leaned over as Nerevar beckoned him, listening to a very quiet, urgent whisper, but he nodded without saying a thing.

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#4

Time and Circumstance

Another malfunction, this one much harder to fix with his waning divinity. The end was coming soon, he knew. What he didn’t know was whether the Mechanical Heart would be ready in time. Rather than fear, a strange sort of amusement came over him at the thought.

It had been so long since Sotha Sil had been uncertain; the feel of it was rather refreshing.

~

He’d never liked the concept of gods. In his very early childhood, it was in imitation of his sister; how many times had she complained of rules and being told what to do? To him, in the simplicity of a child’s mind, there was no difference in the admonitions of their parents or the Good Daedra. If Nall said they shouldn’t have to listen to adults, then logically, they shouldn’t have to listen to Azura, either.

Later, not much later, it was in fury. If the Good Daedra could stand idly by as Mehrunes Dagon, their kin, laid waste to Ald Sotha for no reason at all, then who were they to dictate the lives of the Chimer…or of anyone at all? Worship, he reasoned that night as he choked on the scent of smoke that clung to him and the screams still echoing in his head, wasn’t only futile; it was an affront to mortality. And if he had his way, he would end it.

~

“What’s happened to you, Seht?” Almalexia asked him once, a few centuries after their apotheosis. “I hear you’ve hidden yourself away.”

“And who did you hear that from?” he asked. It wasn’t a denial, which made it a confirmation. Golden eyes narrowed at him.

“Vivec, of course,” she said. “He worries, you know. He won’t say so, but he does.”

“He still sees me as a soot-covered child.” The words weren’t scathing, they were simply a statement of fact. Of the three, Vehk had, unsurprisingly, always been the most in-tune with his emotion–the heart to Seht’s mind and Ayem’s will. Warrior-Poet that he was, he was drawn to the weakest moments of others–for those he loathed, to find where he needed to drive the knife; for those he loved, to find what he needed to shield. And, of course, tragedy made the best poetry.

“He worries about your fire,” she corrected, her natural inclination to chide still making him bristle a few lifetimes after his childhood rebellion. Nall, he knew, would have hated her for that. Sil liked to think he could see past it, on his better days. “We both wonder what happened to the impassioned leader unafraid to rebuke the Daedra in the name of his people. Where’s the mer who loved mortality so much he became a god?”

He never replied, and, to her credit, Ayem turned their conversation elsewhere. But he knew the answer well enough: that mer had died centuries ago, when he’d received his first prayer.

~

"The old gods are cruel and arbitrary, and distant from the hopes and fears of mer. Your age is past. We are the new gods, born of the flesh, and wise and caring of the needs of our people. Spare us your threats and chiding, inconstant spirit. We are bold and fresh, and will not fear you."

Vivec had a habit of embellishing his accounts, shaping words and memory to make events far grander and more poignant than they actually were. But that quote, that one he got right.

Now, Sil could see the words for what they were: a young man drunk on divine power, finally banishing what he considered the greatest imperfections on the planes of mundus. The cold gods of his youth who turned a blind eye to the destruction of his home, and especially the Prince that feigned warmth in the name of vanity, that tugged one of his dearest friends along and did nothing to help him live.

He’d experimented with the tools for this exact purpose, to give the Chimer the gods they deserved: flawed, broken gods, familiar with grief and rage and joy, who knew what it was like to be mortal because they were mortal. Gods that would listen, because they knew what it was like to go unheard.

He never thought beyond that. He was, after all, very young then.

While the power from the Heart might have been instantaneous, as had Azura’s curse, it still took a generation before the Tribunal, respected as they were, truly became gods in the eyes of their people. That suited them just fine at the time. The three of them used their powers to establish the Dunmer, a race not beholden to cruel gods or an exiled past. A race that had all the world to gain and next to nothing left to lose. They were kind, mindful rulers; Seht in particular utterly devoted to the people themselves, in all their misery and joy.

And then, he heard his first prayer.

It was a simple one, a desperate one–utterly mortal in its plea and delivery. A young girl was terribly ill, and her father prayed to him, Sotha Sil specifically, that she would live.

This was what he’d waited for, the mercy he’d craved for himself and was now desperate to give. And he’d healed plenty of others before. He didn’t even need to go see the girl himself; reality warped at his fingertips, and all of Nirn was open to his will. So, with singular focus, he pushed his power outward.

And stopped.

Two paths fell before him in his mind’s eye, each splintering off to hundreds of possibilities. But they all started with one simple choice: the girl lives, or the girl dies.

The choice was obvious, of course. The girl lives. And the moment he decided, a flash of every possibility appeared before him: famine, misery, abandoned homes and skeletons of guars in the fields. A feeling of absolute certainty that all would come to pass settled on him. He should let her die.

But no, that was ridiculous. One small girl couldn’t cause that much change. And even if she did, he would ensure that none of it came to pass. Reality was his to control, and he would wield it in a way that his people deserved.

And so the girl lived.

The girl living meant an extra mouth to feed. As she grew and married, there were now two mouths. Then three, and four, and five. The boost in population took its toll in the fields; there wasn’t enough to go around. But Sil saw this, and he once again stepped in. At his beck and call, the crops flourished, putting out double, triple the amount of their usual produce; animals bearing twins and triplets. The girl’s village prospered.

But even he couldn’t call up something from nothing. The crops flourishing meant the nutrients in the soil depleted. Soon it could grow no more than the ash surrounding it. The animals were weak from the unnatural circumstance of their birth, and their descendants weaker still. Soon, there was nothing left but dead guar and dried up fields, and the villagers that survived the famine had no choice but to leave. One life saved, but so many others lost. All just as he’d expected.

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11.10.23

Thank God I was wfh on Mon. Took meds and feeling drowsy. So I took a few short nap. MIL get helper to prepare lunch. A veg soup, potato with baked beans and onions egg. Hmm no meat? Although I'm okay w vegetarian. Hope is not like that for all lunch.

Anw, I'll have to go office everyday on both wks after Mon.

Helped out for Mental wellness day event for Co. Grateful my booth (scent making) was the first to go out of stock and I could go back to work ard 2pm. Only had sandwich and my bbt when I went back to my desk...luckily I had heavy breakfast. But my nose was blocked n runny. The air con is making it worst. I think I need to sweat it out. Supposed to gym but colleague suggested to push it to next day since not meeting ex colleague tmr.

Decided to return to d clinic I visited on Sat but sadly it was closed. Only found out when I was outside d clinic. Omg why d app didn't update d operating hours 😤

Went home to cook my salmon and head back to MIL hse. Planned to shower and shower before SIL n her hubby arrives. FIL was showering and I was told not to wet the toilet in d kitchen. Cannot shower lo. (Err then what's d use for toilet sandals?) Plan ruined. Told hubby I'll be quick but SIL came n FIL just out from shower. I wasn't even hungry but annoyed my plan keeps getting ruined. I need a plan n follow. Why can wait for SIL to come but cannot wait for me to shower?

Actually...think abt it. Must be sis got say sth to her parents (on behalf of her hubby), that's why then got d rule of cannot wet toilet when BIL comes over.

Went to do my laundry and MIL emphasise again cannot put underwear into washing machine. I didn't reply cos i just find d reason is ridiculous. She told me d day I moved in and cos its not my hse. LL use hand wash lo. Hubby was there and told her I used my hand to washed already. She doesn't believe me and still accused me that I already threw it in d washing machine since there's only 1 underwear in d toilet hanging. Pfft! Triggered. I just said wdym women is dirty, we r all same what. Next time (when my own hse is ready) I'll also not hand wash underwear. Does it even matter. She went in.

5.53am

I can't sleep back since 4.50ish after came back from pee. Alarm rang twice, I heard opening of door with a bunch of keys. Then arguing about the portable charger not charged. 45mins of chattering later, they went out. Here I'm wide awake...road starting to get busy. I tried to sleep back, but I can't...soon hubby's alarm will ring and by d time he left hse, I left 20 mins before my alarm ring.

Bet I should only blame myself for waking up at d wrong timing and not able to fall into deep sleep before 5.

I uds its different lifestyle. I won't say hubby will enjoy when it's his turn to move in my hse. But acknowledge and uds what are d inconvenient that it has caused me. It's definitely more inconvenient for me but all I get is getting said that I'm picky, I'm d problem. I mean that's what I felt when I told my hubby. He would just say till like it's nth and ignore. Cos he will nvr ask his parents to change anything for me. At least discuss?! I just have to deal w it, live w it.

The marriage book I passed to hubby to read it's not even halfway through, and it's been 5 mths? Idk how to to tell my hubby, he is going to stay w me for his rest of his life. I'm his wife, and he needs to help me, think for me. It's us and issue, not u and ur fam vs me (alone).

Idk what more issues will appear. 💔