#so we ended up with 'sleepy' 'bear' because she loves 'bears' and 'sleeping'

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 273

Adjective: Sleepy

Noun: Bear

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Sleepy: needing or ready for sleep; showing the effects of sleep; inducing sleep, or soporific; (of a place) without much activity; (of a business, organization, or industry) lacking the ability or will to respond to change, or not dynamic

Bear: a large, heavy mammal that walks on the soles of its feet, having thick fur and a very short tail, and bears are related to the dog family but most species are omnivorous; (informal) a name for Russia; the constellation Ursa Major or Ursa Minor; a large, heavy, cumbersome man; (informal) a gay or bisexual man with a burly physique and a large amount of body hair; (dated) (informal) a rough, bad-mannered, or uncouth person; (informal) (US) something that is very difficult or unpleasant to deal with; (stock market) a person who forecasts that prices of stocks or commodities will fall, especially a person who sells shares hoping to buy them back later at a lower price

[butchvampireheimerdinger]

Arcane characters react to a bump in the night

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 🌙

Characters: Sevika, Vi, Mel, Jayce, Viktor, Caitlyn, Jinx, Isha, Ekko, Heimerdinger, Ambessa, Silco.

Warnings: SFW. Some characters are written as x reader where they’re implied to be sharing a bed/in a relationship. Jinx’s bit has a mentally unwell sort of vibe that could be interpreted as suicidal ideation.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Sevika:

Before you even get the chance to be scared, Sevika stirs and mumbles a bit, groggily sits up, and fully fires away in the direction of the noise blasting that corner of the room to holy hell. Then she collapses back down and promptly resumes snoring.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Vi:

You hear a sort of scratching noise and both of you wake up, but you don’t really gaf. Vi, on the other hand, springs into action and is all “Babe, get behind me, I’ll kick its ass,” etc. She tiptoes off to investigate and you’re all like “Babe its fine it was probably the wind I’m not even scared just come back to bed” and she’s like “NO! I will protect you” and it ends up being like a single emaciated rat in the garbage.

“Wow babe I’m so glad you were here to protect me from such a terrifying apex predator, that could’ve gotten ugly quick.”

“Can it, sleeping beauty.”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Mel:

This absolute princess is a really light sleeper, so she’s immediately up. But she doesn’t wanna wake you, so she ignores it. Then it happens again and she wakes you up gently and is all like “Darling? Would you check that out for me? The sound has just been persisting and I’m a bit nervous.” So you go and it’s nothing to worry about and she’s apologetic and you’re all “no worries love, better safe than sorry.” And she has you give her back scratches. Cause she’s a sensitive artist type and needs to chill out so she can go back to sleep.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Jayce:

Hears nothing, sleeps through it. He snores loud like a middle aged father in an armchair.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Viktor:

Viktor is probably up anyways, couldn’t sleep. He’s posted up at his desk reading by candlelight or reviewing notes/drafting something sciencey. He studies in silence so he hears it, assesses, and realizes its not a threat. Decides it’s not worth investigating unless it persists and becomes annoying.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Caitlyn:

I would say that Caitlyn sleeps through it because she’s lived a charmed life, but on second thought the Jinx shower kidnapping thing would probably give her a bit of a paranoid edge, especially regarding home invasions. In a sleepy daze, she reaches into the bedside drawer, grabs the glock, and tucks it in bed with her like a teddy bear. Also I think she goes to bed listening to NPR or some niche history podcast.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Jinx:

Her eyes open wide immediately, and the knee-jerk fear response gets her heart pumping. As we know, her stress reactions are a little inconsistent and she seeks out conflict, doesn’t like to let things rest. I think it would somehow excite her and she would sit up in bed, pick at her cuticles or play with a nearby weapon/gadget as she waits for either death or a brawl. Or she might seek out the source for violence purposes depending on what she’s feeling in the moment. Diva is combative. Actually, I take it back I think she would always go out and investigate every little bump in the night — one of the many reasons her sleep cycle is so inconsistent. She’d tear through all her belongings searching for it. There’d be audible crashes and she’d make a huge mess of her room. It’d drive her up the wall if she couldn’t find it. Until something distracted her enough to get her to return to bed.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Isha:

Isha wakes up and immediately thinks monster under the bed? She dangles a shoelace or a sock over the edge of the bed to see if the monster bites, cause she’s a smart kid. Nothing does and she tiptoes over to Jinx’s area (cautious and stepping lightly because you can never be too careful with these under-the-bed-monsters) and wakes her up by tugging gently on her braid. She points furiously to the closet and Jinx makes a big show of investigating every nook and cranny. She’s saying something like “Hereee furry monster. Pssst pssst… Come out come out wherever you are, ugly.” She sets up “monster booby traps” with bits and bobs and trinkets. “No scaly ne’erdowell is getting past the Fang Destroyer 5000, I can tell you that much.”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Ekko:

Ekko sleeps like the dead. And he wears headphones to bed and listens to metal and noisecore. He didn’t hear a damn thing. There could be a majorette kickline complete with a marching band drum sequence making its way through the tree and trust he would remain slumbered up. Snoozepilled to the max.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Heimerdinger:

He’s def got a white noise machine or he listens to whale sounds to get to bed. Yordles have excellent hearing though so he probably woke up immediately. Idk how this fits with actual lore but I feel like yordles would have prey instincts. Something tells me Heimerdinger burrows deeper in his blanket like he’s having a predator fight or flight response. And he’s like. Trembling involuntarily. However, he is a man of science, so he talks himself through it. “’Tis but a shifting floorboard! Perhaps some rowdy vermin. Nothing to obsess over — the likely scenario is that I am safe in my home, and should go back to sleep. I must get my rest so I can approach the morning with a healthy body and a fresh mind!”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Ambessa:

Ambessa hears it cause she’s got ears like a hawk (do hawks have ears…?) but she goes back to bed because she’s got people to handle that. And if someone surprise attacks her she can definitely take them in her sleep.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Silco:

“Sevika, investigate that for me.”

[snowviolettwhite]

WIP

Tagged by lovelies @anewkindofme and @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

This is going to be a one shot or two shot about little three-year-old Eddie visiting his grandma in California and ends up meeting young adult Athena as a cop when he get lost.

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It is summer of 1997.

Three-year-old Edmundo Diaz is super excited. Him and his eight-year-old big sister Adrianna are visiting Abuela in California. He is super annoyed to because he wants to explore but instead, he is being put down for a nap.

“Don’t wanna nap, Anna doesn’t nap. It no fair.” Looking up at his mama with his little arm crossed.

“Adrianna is a big girl. You are still little and little boys need naps or they get grumpy. Do you want to be grumpy?”

He pouts at the question. “No. mommy.”

“Potty and then sleepy time.” He shakes his dramatically no. “If you don’t go potty, mama is gonna put a diaper on you. I thought you wanted to play big boy. Big boys go potty before sleep and wear big boy undies to bed.”

“Papa took Eddie to the potty.”

“Ramon! Get in here!”

“Helena, what is it?”

“Did Edmundo go to the bathroom?”

“Not recently.” A little giggle came from their toddler. “Did you try to trick mama?”

“Maybe?”

“Helena just put on his diaper pull-up. Potty training can continue when we’re home, he going to ended climbing to sleep in bed with his sister and abuela and going to wet the bed when we are gone anyway.”

“Daddy, want hug.” Stretching his arms up indicating he wants to be picked up and carried.

“Ramon, change him. Remember don’t work him up. He won’t fall asleep.”

He grabs pulled up the little boy swinging him is his arm and place him on his hip. “Come on Little Mr. papa taking you to the bathroom and get you into your pjs and diaper. Mama is gonna put you to sleep.”

“Okay, papa.”

“Dinosaur or Winnie The Pooh?”

“Pooh Bear pjs, please.”

“Arms up?” His little son hold is arms up. Ramon pulls off the stripped green and purple Barney the Dinosaur shirt. He then moves on the denim shorts and underwear, untying the elastane waist band and pulling them down together. “One foot and two foot. There we go. How about you go potty.”

The little boy yawns and rubs his eyes “no no, sleepy.”

“Are you Papa’s sleepy little boy? Ready for naptime?”

He nods his head yes. Ramon gets the pajamas and diaper on Eddie with ease, picking and carrying him the little boy snuggles close to his daddy and sucking his thumb. He keeps falling in and out of sleep. Papa kisses the top of his little head before placing him on the bed and indicts to his wife the state of their child.

She tucks him into bed with his stuffed toy dog, Mr. Doggy.

“Will you and papa be here when I wake up?” He always wants mama and a snack after nap time.

“Mama will be here. She is not leaving until after bedtime. We will spend the whole day together. Mama loves you so much. Now sleepy time.”

“Want chupa?” Helena and Ramon are trying to ween Eddie off pacifiers. It has not been working well. They tried convincing him, dipping it in lemon juice, hiding it.

Adrianna even told Eddie that a monster would come up from under the bed and eat him if he kept using his chupa. The big sister ended up regretting. She got in so much trouble for scaring and making him cry. She suffered the conquests of her toddler brother having nightmares, causing him the inability to sleep in his own bed alone and therefore was forced to share her bed for over a month.

Helena is hoping her mother-in-law can ride Eddie of this habit while visiting. She does not want to deal with her tiny human who has been up since before the sun rise throwing a tantrum and his pacifier is cleaner than his thumb. She allows it one or two more times. She grabs the pacifier clipping it to his pj shirt and remove his thumb from his mouth replacing it with the pacifier and lightly kisses his head and soft says. “I love you.”

From behind the pacifier mumbling “Love you too, mama.”

On the way here mama and papa told him to be a good boy. They made him promised to hold Abuela and Anna’s hands when they are out of the house otherwise, he would have to stay in the stroller. Abuela promised to take them to Disneyland. She is a little old to carry a toddler for hours on end and they don’t want him to get lost.

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Tagging but no pressure

@aroeddiediaz. @the-flaming-nightmare. @missmagooglie @babygirl-diaz @lochnesswriter @tommykinard6 @whaddaman

[idontplaytrack]

I want some thing silly just absolutely goofy dorky fluff please it can be super short I just need a little giggle and to go “awwww”

Go to bed, seriously

Capri Donahue x fem! reader

Warnings: some coarse language, fluff. Just reader being a tad silly from lack of sleep

In which Capri comes home from a midnight shift to whatever the hell reader was up to instead of being asleep.

Capri checks her phone as she leaves the supermarket, heading towards her car. It was summer, so she got a job in the meantime to help time go by faster and earn some money to feel good about herself. Anyway, as expected, you didn’t text her or anything. So she assumed you were asleep. Especially since you were still dealing with the tail end of a cold.

Boy was she wrong.

“Babe, what the heck are you doing?”

You froze like a child who’d just gotten caught for eating ice cream right out of the tub, turning your head to look at her over the shoulder. “Rearranging my room.”

“You’re sick.”

“I’m fine.” You replied, obviously still congested.

“It’s almost two a.m., y/n.” She sighs, arms crossed but fighting a smile.

“I’m boredddd.” You sulked.

“Because it’s the middle of the night. You should be asleep by now.”

“You’re not asleep.” You continued, shoving one of your teddy bears into a cubby, followed by another.

She huffs, rolling her eyes, “Because I had to work. And I’m not sick. Please get into bed.”

“Nope.”

“Go to bed, seriously.” She insisted. “y/n, please get some sleep.”

You flat out ignored her, carrying on with your task of arranging all your plushies and collectibles onto the shelves.

“Is there anything I can do to make you go to sleep?” She asks, walking closer to you. Capri knew, she just wanted to tease you a little. “You want cuddles?”

To her surprise, you ignore her again. But she was no stranger to this little bit of playfulness from you. “I’m gonna go get changed then we can cuddle, okay? Leave the rest of it for the morning.”

While she changed, you finished off your arrangement of the items then when she got into bed, you did the same. “Come here, love.” She opened up her arms, gesturing for you to get closer to her, and you did. “Do you want to lay on me?” Capri asks.

“Yeah.” You nodded, shifting yourself so you were now comfortably laid on her chest. Well, as comfortably as you could with your still-achy body anyway. Capri wraps her arms around you, rubbing your back in an attempt to lull you to sleep. “What made you rearrange the room at this hour?” She asks.

“I told you.” You giggled, “I couldn’t fall asleep, and I was bored.”

“Eh, to be fair you only told me you were bored.” She grins, planting a kiss to the top of your head.

“Isn’t that a reason, though?”

She hums, “Yeah, it is. I just wanted you to be getting more rest, you know?”

“I’ve been having a lot of trouble with falling asleep.” You sniffed, “Sorry.”

“Did you take the cough syrup?” Asked Capri, her hand continuously rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“I did, guess it’s helping a little.” You told her.

“Pity it doesn’t make you drowsy.”

“Hey!” You gasped.

“It’s supposed to.” She points out.

“Didn’t go that way, did it?” You couldn’t help it but chuckle.

“Okay, close your eyes, you silly goose.” Her grip around you tightens, giving your arm a squeeze, “Go to sleep.”

You sulked but complied. “Just close your eyes and try not to think about anything.” She tells you quietly.

“Will you be home tomorrow?” You ask in a mumble.

“I’m all yours tomorrow, baby girl.” She nods, “So I’ll help you with your little makeover project for our room.”

“Okay.” You smiled, content. With your eyes fluttering shut, you stopped fighting the sleepiness, allowing the comfort of Capri’s presence to lull you to sleep. “I’ve missed you today.”

With one final kiss on the crown of your head, she says, “We can do whatever you want tomorrow. I promise. Sleep tight, sweet girl.”

🏷️ Tag list:

@ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @ludoesartnstuffs @pda128

💭A/N: I miss Capri😩 so I finished this fic a little early lol😭

[luminique]

Hello, Anon who uses translator again! XD

I also loved the idea of ​​a Reader who works in Cheesetopia, do you think a Reader who is both an official mechanic for the Sons of Calydon and a cook in Cheesetopia would be possible? I think this possibility would be interesting, because, considering that it is difficult to survive in the outside area, having two jobs would be something that would make your life more stable, because it is not every day that you will probably have a motorcycle for Reader to fix or make improvements, so having another place to earn money would probably be viable, and I believe Kasa would be understanding and would allow him to have a flexible work schedule so Reader can dedicate himself to both jobs.

I would also like to know what you think of Harumasa, to be honest, I currently think he is cute, especially after seeing him in Yanagi's Demo. I know we don't know much about him yet (in fact, I think that out of many characters in ZZZ, unlike Genshin and Honkai where we have information or clues about the characters' past and goals, ZZZ leaves its characters with more mystery), but well, that doesn't stop me from imagining more about him, just like I do with Lighter. XD But about what I think of Harumasa: he seems like someone who is easy to get along with and who will easily become your friend (as long as you don't try to make him work more than necessary haha ​​XD); well, we already know from the official posts that he is much stronger than his appearance conveys, but he also gives me the feeling that he is quick to do his duties so he can rest easy and sleep (I say this considering that he was sleepy and still took care of part of Yanagi's duties); Harumasa's personality is probably more complex than just what I said, since Hoyo makes his characters with well-developed personalities, and in the 1.3 live stream it is said that the members of section 6 are all eccentric, and this must certainly apply to Harumasa.

Also considering the statements of Harumasa's former classmate and an older classmate of Harumasa's (who I believe is Yanagi, since there are already comments from Miyabi and Soukaku about him), I believe that his former master was someone decisive for him to act the way he is today, now whether this is something positive or negative we will only know with time.

Now Harumasa in relation to Reader, I can't help but imagine him trying to persuade Reader (who is his romantic partner or his crush) to relax with him, and especially using Reader as his personal teddy bear. Those typical scenes of someone using their legs or shoulder as a pillow are certainly typical of Harumasa x Reader. I also believe that making Harumasa more comfortable when he's sleeping is something that would make him captivated by Reader. I may be wrong about his personality, but he gives me this energy of someone who would like someone sweet and kind taking care of him, and that he probably couldn't wait to finish his workload so he could go out with Reader to a relaxing place.

HI TRANSLATOR ANON !! sorry for such a late reply. this is very much before i’ve played the newest story so anything i write out rn may change after i finish the story !

i think that kasa understands how hard it is to live in blazewood, so she might be willing to let you work more flexibly. even if its not as a cook, maybe a waiter or at the register.

for what i think about harumasa (pre 1.3 story), i agree that he seems to be quite easygoing especially when we first met him. he seems to have a naturally likeable personality and also understanding his own tasks and duties. in yanagi’s demo, he seems to be someone who is willing to share the workload (as long as it isn’t too much?) but maybe because it’s yanagi and she was busy.

he does seem like someone who just wants to do what he came here for though, not wanting to do too much or that will make him do overtime. if he ends up doing overtime, then that means he doesn’t get as much time with you. i think he can be that kind of person who likes spending quality time and can relax with a partner that knows he works a lot.

this is just my thoughts on harumasa and i agree with a lot about what you said !! i can’t wait to know more about section 6. if i like harumasa enough, maybe i will write for him !

[pinesfamilyguidetotheweird]

Fragmented AU – Welcome Home, Family Pines Chapter 03 (Sneak Peek)

Mabel had just started to snuggle deep into her covers as Stan came in to check on her. “Ya tucked in, pumpkin?” he asked her. “Yep!” “Look at this. Your first night as a full Gravity Falls resident,” Stan said. He holds up a camera. “Scrapbook-otunity?” Mabel gasped playfully. “Oh, Grunkle Stan, you know me so well!” She holds up her comforter with her toothy grin and Stan takes the photo. He puts the camera down on a nearby dresser. “Have a good night, sweetie,” Stan said. “You too, Grunkle Stan,” Mabel said. “I love you.” “Love ya too.” Stan turns off the lights, letting the LED fairylights give some light to the room at a lower brightness, and closes the door. When she couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore, Mabel dropped her smile for a more solemn expression. From underneath the covers, she pulled out a different shirt. It was her old nightshirt, a dull plum color with a floppy disk on the front. A promotional shirt from her father’s job at a computer company. Because of how big it was on her, she opted to wear it for night time. However, after that night over a month ago… Mabel couldn’t bear to wear it again. But, she didn’t want to get rid of it either. So, for the nights that followed, especially after Dipper was admitted to the hospital, Mabel had used this nightshirt as more of a security blanket to help her go to sleep. She lays down and pulls the covers up to her shoulders and holds the shirt close. “Goodnight, Mom…Goodnight, Dad.” Minutes go by as Mabel layed there, occasionally tossing and turning to find a good sleeping position. Sleep continued to elude her and she sat up and peered over to the clock. 10:45 pm 30 minutes passed? With a frustrated grown, Mabel flopped back onto her bed. She usually has trouble sleeping if she had forgotten to take her ADHD medication, but she knew took it, so why is she having issues falling asleep? Usually, it was her brother who was awake at the odd hours of the night. Maybe she can go hangout with him until she gets sleepy. With the nightshirt still in hand, she quietly leaves her bedroom and makes her way to Dipper’s, just a few steps away. “Hey, Dipper?” She spoke quietly so as to not bother the other residents in the building. “I can’t sleep, so can we–” To her surprise, Dipper was asleep already, his hat discarded onto the nightstand and he snuggled deep in his covers. At first, Mabel didn’t want to disturb her brother from some needed rest, but…she wasn’t sure if she would be able to sleep in her new environment just yet.  She tiptoed over to her brother’s bed and carefully moved the covers so she could get in and wrap her arms around Dipper. “I love you, bro-bro.” As sleep finally took hold, Mabel barely heard her brother’s sleepy mumble of ‘love you too.’ Hours into the night, as the twins slumbered, the door was left ajar. On quiet steps, Shermie peered in to see his grandchildren cuddling close together in Dipper’s bed, Mabel having her arms around her younger brother. The pig laid at the foot of the bed, fast asleep too. Shermie quietly stepped back and gently closed the door with a soft click.

AO3 is down for maintenance on my end, so here's a sneak peek!

[erkolblinguispretre]

A little appreciation fic', for @the-writing-artist's fic The Boy in the Computer, because I was rereading the 4th chapter of The Girl from the Outside, and I'm frustrated to not be able to write the next part of my own fic' yet. Set between the s1 and s2 (that I'll write as soon as possible) for We'll Get Close To the Light and after the end of s4 for The Boy in The Computer.

Encounter of the Multiverse

Emmanuel-Jean felt his eyes closing, despite all his motivation and effort to stay awake. He had a terrible night last night, and morning classes just exacerbated his exhaustion. But he didn’t want to miss being with his friends just because of his stupid exhaustion!! They had promised to take Aelita to the aquarium and the zoo! Yeah, no. He was NOT going to-

“Rimbaud, you’re staying here,” said Odd abruptly. “You look like a corpse. Or worse, Einstein after PE.”

All of Emmanuel-Jean’s friends giggled except Jeremie, who looked at the eccentric of the group with an annoyed look.

“Wha-No!” replied Emmanuel-Jean, frustrated. “I can perfectly-”

He accidentally cut himself off as he was overcome by a sudden yawning. The others looked at him with the most skeptical eyes he had ever seen.

“Manu,” said Ulrich, “don’t worry about the zoo. We’ll go somewhere else today, and we’ll go to the zoo and the aquarium with the whole band some other time.”

“But-”

“Before you say anything,” intervened Aelita, “no, it doesn’t bother me as much as you being tired like that. You should get some sleep.”

“I-”

“I’m not gonna let you be an idiot insomniac,” interrupted Jeremie, “when you stop me from being one, Emmanuel.”

“. . .”

“Come on Manu,” said Yumi with a smile, “you earned a break. And when you’ve slept some, you can very well join us.”

Facing all this opposition, the brown-haired sleepy mess that was Emmanuel-Jean could only yield. And that’s how he ended up in his bed, grumpy as a bear. But, just as he was rumbling in his thoughts, sleep took him over.

However, just as quickly as he closed his eyes, he opened them, finding himself in… an empty dark space, full of stars all around him. He was floating in this space, alone. But he was not stressed. After all, this was all a dream, right? And most of all, he felt comfortable. Like he was being tugged into warm blankets.

“Huh? Who are you?” He suddenly heard a voice behind him ask.

He recognized that voice and knew who it was before he even turned around. Aelita. But why? And what were those clothes? Not like it wasn’t her style, but he could swear he never saw her wearing that dress with yellow flowers, or that pink jacket. Oh well. Dreams, especially his dreams, rarely made sense.

“Oh hey, Aelita.” Emmanuel-Jean with a laugh. “And here I was worried I could not spend time with you and the others. Are they here by the way?”

The girl’s reaction was however not what he expected. A look of pure confusion was plastered on her facce, like she didn’t understand what he said at all. Or, rather, she was confused by his entire being.

Suddenly, a light crossed her green eyes, as if she reached enlightenment.

“Oh right!” she said. “I remember now! This is the Multi-Void!”

“The what?” asked Emmanuel-Jean, confused.

“The Multi-Void.” repeated Aelita. “A space between universes, which we can reach when we fall asleep.” she added with a smile. “A place where we can encounter other versions of ourselves, or of our loved ones.”

…Okay, this was going really far for a dream. Even for him.

“Wait…” said the boy, trying to arrange his thoughts. “So you’re saying you’re another version of Aelita? The Aelita I know?”

“Exactly!” confirmed the pink-ette with a proud smile. “I’m Aelita Schaeffer, and I’m the cousin of Odd Della Robbia.”

“Cousin?” asked the brown-haired teen, surprised. “You’re human in your universe?”

“Human?” asked Aelita surprised. “Wait, was I the trapped one in your universe too?”

“You mean inside the supercomputer?” asked the brown-haired teen. “Uh, yeah? Wait, does that mean my Aelita is a human too?”

Aelita stayed silent, visibly thinking. Suddenly, she jerked her head up, an apologetic look on her face.

“Oh I’m sorry,” she said, “I was so caught up in the multiverse thing that I forgot to ask your name. I don’t think I ever saw you at Kadic in my world.”

“Oh…” replied the other, shocked. “Uh, don’t worry about it. I understand. I’m Emmanuel-Jean DeRobert.”

“Glad to make your acquaintance Emmanuel-Jean!” said the pink-ette with a smile, extending her hand.

The boy shook it absent-mindedly. Part of the boy was hurt to think that he wasn’t with the ones he considered his only friends in that other universe. And that must have reflected on his face, because Aelita immediately asked with a worried voice:

“Emmanuel-Jean? Is there a problem?”

Oh well… it was not like he could try to hide his discomfort now.

“Oh it’s nothing, it's just…” he explained with a sad smile. “I… I never had any friends before meeting you all so… I… feel bad for my other self… Though maybe he didn’t get bullied at his old schools, like I was…”

Wait, it was still “Aelita” he was talking to!

“Don’t apologize, please!” he added quickly. “It’s just a thought, that’s all!”

Aelita looked at him with confusion first, then with amusement.

“Do my counterpart apologize a lot?” she asked with a smile.

“Uh…” smiled awkwardly Emmanuel-Jean, “Almost as much as me…”

Aelita laughed, and the boy followed quickly after.

“She sounds a lot like ‘my’ Jeremie.” said the pink-ette after calming a bit. “Well, during his stay in the supercomputer.”

“Wait!” said Emmanuel-Jean, shocked. “It was Jeremie that was in the supercomputer? Wow…”

“Yes,” smiled Aelita, “and I’m the one who discovered him.”

“Oh, wow.” smiled Emmanuel-Jean. “It was the exact opposite for us. Jeremie booted up the supercomputer, and he found you inside it. Seems like you two are destined to meet each other.” the brown-haired boy added mischievously.

Aelita reddened, but, far from being embarrassed, she smiled proudly.

“Oh, we did way more than just meet!” she said. “My boyfriend and I are traveling all around the world!”

That’s it. Emmanuel-Jean could die happy.

“You’re together!?” he nearly shouted excitedly. “Oh my god, congrats!! I’m so happy for you two!!”

Aelita laughed.

“You seem overly interested in the subject…” she joked.

“Well…” smiled Emmanuel-Jean awkwardly, embarrassed by his sudden outburst. “I mean… you two are made for each other and… and I know that being together will just make you the happiest couple on Earth. And there’s nothing I would wish more for you than that.”

Aelita smiled, but it didn’t completely reach her eyes.

“Is there a problem?” asked Emmanuel-Jean immediately worried.

“We…” started Aelita after a moment. “We are happy. But… Jeremie still sacrificed so much for our win…”

“...Our win? Sacrificed?”

Okay, before he was worried. Now, he was concerned. What was she talking about?

“...During our quest to free Jeremie,” explained Aelita softly, “XANA found a way to escape the supercomputer. We decided to erase him once and for all, and we did it. But for that, Jeremie’s parents, who were the one who created Lyoko, the supercomputer and XANA, powered the program to end him. With their life. And… Jeremie still misses them… And I.. can’t help but feel… guilty about that. If only I could have.. done more-”

Aelita was suddenly interrupted by Emmanuel-Jean, who hugged her, as she was visibly more and more upset by that memory. Aelita didn’t react, too surprised.

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” said Emmanuel-Jean with a voice heavy with emotions. “You… you guys deserve the world. And I mean it. And… and I’m… so sorry to hear that you suffered…”

The pink-ette let a smile form on her face. She was about to return the embrace when suddenly, Emmanuel-Jean pulled back, with an embarrassed look on his face.

“Sorry about that,” he muttered flustered, and looking down, “I huh.. kinda forget that we’re basically strangers…”

“No problem.” smiled Aelita. “It helped.”

Emmanuel-Jean smiled tightly, before looking around.

“Do you know how long we stay here? Not that I don’t like being around you at all, it’s not the case at all!” he added quickly. “But… I don’t really know how much time passed and…”

“Don’t worry, I understand.” replied Aelita with a laugh. “As to how you can leave… you have to think about leaving?” she added. “Well, that's what he told me.”

“He?” asked Emmanuel-Jean curious.

“Another Jeremie,” she explained. “The one responsible for the multiverse, or so he thinks. The one who told me what I know.”

“Of course, it had to be him…” commented Emmanuel-Jean with a laugh.

“You seem to know him well,” replied Aelita with a smile.

“I joined the Lyoko Warriors a year after they started their fight against XANA,” explained Emmanuel-Jean. “But I started to talk with Jeremie before he even discovered the supercomputer. He was the very first person I saw as a friend. He’s even my best friend. But the others are awesome too. Talking about them, how are they in your world?”

“Oh, well…” said Aelita thinking, “Ulrich and Yumi are finally together and since it’s summer, they decided to do a road trip in Japan with one of Yumi's uncles.”

“They’re together?” laughed Emmanuel-Jean. “Odd would cry tears of joy if he heard that.”

“Speaking of Odd,” giggled Aelita, “he and Samantha are with us, since we’re visiting Italy.”

“Samantha?” asked Emmanuel-Jean. “Huh… I don’t.. recall a Samantha… But it’s really nice of him to accompany you and Jeremie in Italy. You seem all so close, it’s incredible.”

“Yeah,” smiled Aelita, “We’re a family, and nothing could change that fact. And I hope you all will be as close as we were.. no, as we are.”

Emmanuel-Jean smiled too.

“I… I like to think we are,” he answered with a warm heart. “And… I’m… really lucky to have met you Aelita. I mean it. And not only “my” Aelita. You, Aelita Schaeffer. I’m glad you could save Jeremie, that you could offer him the life he deserved. I’m glad that Ulrich and Yumi could finally be honest with each other, and that Odd could still be true to himself after all that. I’m… I’m so, so happy for you all.”

“...Thank you for your kind feelings…” said Aelita with emotion. “It means a lot…”

Suddenly, Emmanuel-Jean felt himself being… slipping away.

“Wha-What’s happening? I’m leaving?!” said the boy worried.

“Seems like it.” smiled Aelita.

“Wa-Wait NO!” shouted Emmanuel-Jean, trying his best not to be swept away by the unknown forces that were pushing him. “I... I want to talk more! I want to help you feel better! I-I-..!”

“Until next time!” replied Aelita with a beaming smile. “And don’t worry, you already did!”

Emmanuel-Jean felt his eyes open, but closed them immediately. So much light?! Why weren’t the curtains drawn? Wait… He remembered. He decided to keep them open, because he didn’t want to sleep, and wanted to go with his friends.

Emmanuel-Jean sat on his bed. He wasn’t exhausted anymore. And he wasn’t as grumpy as before. In fact, he was… happy…? Why? He felt like there was something that happened… But how? He was sleeping! A dream then? But what kind of dream could have made him so joyous that he forgot about his bad mood?

Knock-knock-knock

“Emmanuel?” Jeremie’s voice asked softly from behind the door. “Are you awake?”

“Yeah!” replied Emmanuel-Jean with enthusiasm. “Come in!”

Well, he must have dreamt about his friends. Because there was no way he could not find happiness with them. And for them, he was willing to go to the end of the world. And with them, he wanted to see the whole world. Huh. The last reflection was new. Wondered where it came from...

[to-the-stars8]

A Moment in a Million

Summary; Before the end, and just at the beginning, Miguel and Gabriella eat McDonald's at midnight.

Miguel had learned very quickly that being a parent wasn’t something you could just pick up overnight. It was a process—One to which he had jumped into head first with nothing other than faith and love. He picked up a few things quickly, like what Gabriella’s schedule was or what foods she did and didn’t enjoy. Those small lessons didn’t quite equate to bigger ones. Emotional turmoil and misunderstandings caused a bit of a rift in their small family, but Miguel was never one to give up so easily. 

The harder moments were due to the gaps in knowledge between Miguel and the dead version of himself. Gabriella might have been his daughter, but there was a realization that he didn’t know of her much more than that. It took a little while, but he eventually got the ropes of the situation he was in. 

He got into their routine and listened to her with every decibel of hearing he had. She was a smart girl, too smart for her own good sometimes, so she easily detected that something was amiss at first but pushed no further than stating the dislike of his forgetfulness. 

Still, none of that dissuaded his want for this life. 

Sure, it didn’t work out all the time, Miguel was a realist in some capacity so he knew it wouldn’t be perfect. Nonetheless, when he came home to his daughter, whether it was little, childish disagreements or loving moments that he’d only ever seen in movies, he still craved that life. The real, healthy sense of home he had been wanting was right there. Sometimes he couldn’t believe it. 

It was in the silliest moments did he realize that he had finally taken what he wanted, essentially having his cake and eating it, too. 

The first moment like that, the one that he could remember, was surprisingly eating McDonald’s at midnight in a parking lot. Neither he nor Gabriella could sleep, and when she said she was hungry, Miguel agreed. 

“Dad, we should go to McD’s,” She said, rubbing her hands over her stomach. “Because my tummy is speaking to me and it’s saying ‘chicken nuggets and fries’.”

He snorted at her eight-year-old sense of humor and relented. It was a bad, irresponsible idea, but the smile that graced his daughter’s face was well worth it. He hardly had time to put on his shoes before she was at the front door yelling at him to hurry. 

“If you take any longer they’re gonna be serving breakfast!” She whined. 

“No, they won’t, Gabi, we’ll make it,” Miguel said before grabbing his car keys. As Gabriella sprinted out the door he mumbled to himself, “For my sake, I hope they aren’t.” 

Miguel found Gabriella in the front seat of the car, looking at him like she wasn’t going to move for the life of her. Unfortunately, the amount of stubbornness she had was inherited from him. 

Quickly, he quipped back in Spanish, using the same tone as his mother used when she was upset, “Get in the back seat, or we go back inside.” 

There were a few moments of silence before her stubbornness gave way to the need for nuggets. Gabriella made it a point to declare how much she would rather sit in the front since the whole trip was her idea as she buckled herself in. Miguel, fortunately, knew better than to poke the already seething bear. 

The rest of the car ride was quiet, and Miguel looked back in the rearview to make sure Gabi was still there. She was but could see the silent whirring of the car was starting to pull at her sleepiness. For a minute, Miguel thought about just driving around until she fell asleep. 

Just like when she was a baby— Miguel stopped the thought short, remembering that he didn’t know whether or not that happened. He could only assume because it was a small instance in his dream. He simmered on the thought until he saw the Golden Arches. 

Gabi must have seen them first by the way she was suddenly there again, giving a hearty squeal of excitement before going on to chant for chicken nuggets. Luckily, there wasn’t much of a line, and when he pulled up to the intercom Gabriella had already told him her order three times. 

“Yeah, a chicken nugget happy meal,” Miguel said. 

Gabi excitedly added, “With the toy, Dad! With the toy, please!” 

He was proud of her for at least using her manners. “With the toy. And then, get me two Big Macs with fries and a soda.” 

Gabriella giggled in the backseat, reaching forward just enough to brush the back of his arm as he finished their order. Miguel looked in the rearview mirror at her. “What is it, baby?” 

“Hold my hand,” Gabriella desperately tried to grab at him again, though was too far out of reach and held back by her seatbelt. 

Miguel’s heart squeezed when he had to tell her he couldn’t. “Not yet, baby. Let me pay this nice lady and get our food, then I’ll hold your hand.” 

She pouted and it tugged at his heartstrings. Gabriella, Miguel’s sweet girl, could plan to set the world on fire and he’d be there with gasoline to help because he loved her that much. 

“Dad,” She said, kicking her feet when they finally got their food. “Do we have to go home right away? Can we eat in the car somewhere like usual?” 

That wasn’t a memory with him she was talking about, but he would fucking make it one if it made Gabriella happy. Either out of love or spite for his luckier, dead self, he agreed, asking her where. The park, where she could watch the city light twinkle— her words, but Miguel wouldn’t rebuff her child-like view of the world. The parking lot to the city park was empty, which made it perfect for looking out toward the never-ending expansion of Nueva York. 

As soon as the car was in park Gabriella was climbing over the center console to sit in the front seat. Miguel had to quickly move the bags out of the way before she sat on them, lightly reprimanding her for not being more conscious of her surroundings. 

After her apology, she finally started to dig into the food she’d long awaited for. Gabriella had a set order of things when it came to eating food in the car. She would set the small box of chicken nuggets in her lap before laying the fries in the open part of the box, then, after making sure the toy was to her liking, held out her hand toward him expectantly.

“Hold my hand, Dad,” Gabriella’s tone told him that her little sign to him should have been obvious. 

Miguel, after making sure he could still eat his burger with one hand, put his free one into hers. Gabriella hummed happily before munching on her nuggets, eyes trained on the city outside. 

“Do you think tomorrow, after school, we could come back here,” She asked. 

Miguel squeezed her hand. He hoped this world’s original Miguel loved his daughter as much as he did. “Sure, baby. But, we’re not getting any more McDonalds. Two days of it in a row is bad for your health.” 

She giggled and said, “Okay. We should get pizza and bring it here!” 

“No,” He paused to lean over to kiss her head. “We’ll have a picnic, so we can make stuff at home.” 

Gabriella gasped, before going on a tangent about what they could make. She suggested brownies, empanadas, a few other sweets, and everything that did not equal a healthy dinner for a growing girl. Miguel loved Gabriella but knew he couldn’t make her eat any more junk food. As he let her go on, that’s when he realized this is what he wanted. The moments like this that would seem so small to anyone else, but to him were something so new and exciting. 

Halfway through her rant he suddenly said, “Little girl, I love you so much.”

Gabriella seemed surprised by the sudden announcement, but, like her father used to be, was never one to turn away from love. She looked down bashfully before leaning her head on his arm. “I love you, too, Dad.”

Miguel leaned over to kiss Gabriella’s forehead, but accidentally knocked over the soda in cupholders all over her and the front seat. Between him cussing in Spanish and Gabriella shrieking that her shorts were now covered in soda, Miguel found himself laughing at how lucky he was. 

He hoped there were going to be millions of memories like this one, even if in the span of multiple universes they were just mere fleeting moments. 

[marislittleworld]

Would you write something where the daughter of Valenfield has a bad nightmare, and because of that she wants to sleep in her parents bed :) make it VERY fluffy please <3

Anonymous, you read my mind :D !! I was thinking about this too, but with Jill (she having nightmares of Wesker taking her child), but I love your idea. Here it is!! Hope you enjoy it

WARNINGS: daughter!OC, it'll pass on the year 2004 (but before the events of Resident Evil: Revelations), Ana is 3 years old because she was born at 2001.

"Another nightmare, little soldier?"

Ana has just returned from her best friend Iara Young's house, very tired from playing so much. Her father, Chris, carried her in his arms as his wife didn't want to wake the 3-year-old girl, and he carefully placed her in her bed and closed the bedroom door.

Despite the long day at work, Jill and Chris had to finish their mission reports, which ended up staying up late. When the couple finished their tasks, they were already tired and wanted to go to bed.

"I keep the reports, Chris" Jill scratches her forehead as she feels very sleepy

"let me do it, honey" Chris refused and went to help Jill until they heard small footsteps, they turned around and noticed that it was little Ana, she was standing in the kitchen doorway while hugging her teddy bear.

Chris sighs and kneels in front of the child. "another nightmare, little soldier?" Chris asks Ana and she just nods "do you want to sleep with us?"

Ana nods again, Chris smiles along with Jill and they turn off the kitchen lights, the three walk to the bedroom and the couple places little Ana in the middle of their bed and then they lie down together with her.

"would you like to tell us what happened?" Jill asks as she strokes Ana's hair.

Ana squeezed her teddy bear tighter and looked at Jill with her eyes still filled with tears. She stammered, her voice shaking:

"I… I dreamed that you two went away and left me alone. There were monsters everywhere and… I couldn't find you."

Chris and Jill exchanged a worried look. Jill continued stroking Ana's hair, trying to comfort her. Chris, with a comforting tone, said:

"Don't worry, little soldier. We will always be here for you. The monsters are just part of your nightmare and we will never leave you alone."

Ana snuggled closer between her parents, feeling safer with Chris' words. Jill kissed her daughter's forehead and whispered:

"Now let's close our eyes and try to have good dreams. We're all together, and that's what matters."

Ana gave a small smile and closed her eyes, still holding her teddy bear tightly. Chris and Jill settled in beside her, making sure she felt all the love and security she needed. Before long, Ana fell asleep, finally at peace.

[cheapsweets]

The aromatic Narngreg

My response to this week’s BestiaryPosting challenge, from @maniculum

Initial pencil sketch, lines in dark sepia ink using sailor fude nib fountain pen, and Derwent inktense yellow paint with a water brush.

I'm getting more confident with my linework (one of the reasons I'm using pen and ink is to encourage myself to go for it, and any mistakes I'll suck up and learn from), but it's still tricky keeping the fine lines where I want to focus on detail. I'll take a look through my pens and see if I've got anything with a (normal) fine nib and see if that's any good for drawing with (much as I've loved working with dip pens in the past, the convenience of fountain pens is very compelling!)

Reasoning below the cut!

There is an animal called the Narngreg, multi-coloured, very beautiful and extremely gentle. Physiologus says of it, that it has only the dragon as an enemy. When it has fed and is full, it hides in its den and sleeps. After three days it awakes from its sleep and gives a great roar, and from its mouth comes a very sweet odour, as if it were a mixture of every perfume.

This creature is extremely gentle, and has very sweet breath, so my first interpretation was that it was definitely not a carnivore (cats and dogs not being particularly known for their fragrant breath!). However, as mentioned in the last paragraph, this creature has very prominent claws, so how to interpret this?

One of the options was to consider that it might be insectivorous, or even mellivorous; I liked the idea of it having honey as at least a large part of the diet, as I could have interpreted the 'sweet' breath more literally! Bears and mustelids such as honey badgers (no spots, but fits the black and white colouration mentioned below) both use their claws to tear into bee nests, and anteaters, pangolins, aardvarks, etc all have impressive weaponry.

In the end, I actually took my main influence from a couple of extinct animals; chalicotheres and ground sloths such as Megatherium. This informed the general anatomy (including the longer forelimbs, barrel chest and even the shape of its head.

Since we know it is Very Beautiful (Very Powerful) I wanted to jazz it up a little, hence the absolutely gorgeous mane, cool beard, and tuft on the tail. The dentition (prominent caniniform teeth) is actually taken directly from (arboreal) sloths...

As cute as it would have been to draw a Narngreg all curled up and sleepy, it made more sense to draw it having just woken, and giving its 'great roar' - the lines could be indicating the sound, it's sweet breath, or both!

When other animals hear its voice, they follow wherever it goes, because of the sweetness of its scent. Only the dragon, hearing its voice, is seized by fear and flees into the caves beneath the earth. There, unable to bear the scent, it grows numbed within itself and remains motionless, as if dead.

I took a look at some of the other artists interpretations of this challenge after I'd drawn my piece, but before writing the description, and it seems like I've undergone a similar thought process to @coolest-capybara (though I feel like she's gone all in on the idea, whereas I only referenced it), by having some of the creatures from previous challenges appear. I skipped the birds (more down to time and how best to respresent them, because most of them were on the small side), but we can see a Kraegrat scenting the air, and further back an elephant from the Choglaem illustration. Raising its titanic head from behind a wall of trees, we can also see the Choglaem itself, though it doesn't seem very impressed; time to 'flee into the caves beneath the earth' methinks...

The Narngreg is a beast dabbed all over with very small circular spots, so that it is distinguished by its black and white colouring with eye-shaped circles of yellow.

I suppose three colours (black, white and yellow) counts as multicoloured... 🤔 I wanted to go for a more straightforward line drawing with this one, so didn't consider the colouration too much, but since the yellow markings were such a key part of the description, I wanted to include them. I went with more stylised eye shapes, rather than going with actual circles, mostly because it seemed a little more naturalistic this way (and more fun!). I tried to get the markings to wrap realistically around the body, but I'm not sure how successful I was there. On the baby, I opted for yellow dots rather than the adult markings, to link it to the adult but show a clear difference between them.

The female gives birth once only, for a good reason. Once the three young have grown within their mother’s body until they are strong enough to be born, they hate having to stay there any longer. They scratch with their claws at the womb which is laden with its fruit, as if it prevented them from being born. The mother, overcome with pain, pushes them out and after this the seed which penetrates into the scarred and distorted womb does not take root, but flows out again unused. Pliny says that animals with sharp claws cannot bear children often because they are badly wounded internally by the movement of their young.

I think that's a pretty big assumption Pliny old chap, any observation to back that up? 😜 Obviously the main thing we learn here is that these creatures (inlcuding newborns) have prominent claws, with (as previously mentioned) heavily influence a lot of the other design decisions. Thinking about it, I probably should have drawn three babies rather than just the one! (The rule of threes seems very prevalent amongst bestiary authors!). The baby is rolling around and having fun, since it doesn't need to worry because every creature (bar dragons) loves it!

As I'm sure @maniculum has already spotted, we also have some typical African (specifically, Egyptian) flora scattered around too... Those trees are fun and I'm definitely going to use them in the future!

[chickensoupleg]

oooh ok if you’re wanting prompts- robin chrissy and heather’s days off finally align, but they all have different things they want to do together. do they bicker? make a plan? compromise?? 👀

So I'm imagining they all have entirely separate jobs because of course they do. Robin's got her job doing whatever, let's say she's managed to snag a job (With Steve of course that's her work best friend never leave home without him) at the local Waffle House so her work hours are weird and sometimes she's going to bed the moment her wives wake up, Chrissy is working as a gymnastic coach, and Heather has somehow gotten herself into being a volunteer firefighter. Chrissy has the most flexible schedule (Get it) out of all of them.

They do love their jobs, but man is it brutal on their date nights.

Eventually they do manage to get a weekend together, and of course they don't want to waste it!

Problem is the how. Heather just wants to have a normal date night so she wants to go out and eat after a nice walk around town. Robin doesn't want to be near a restaurant because she is positive the waitress mentality will embarrass her in front of everyone ('Babe you work at a Waffle House it's not that fancy.') ('Heather baby my sweet sweet flaming ball of my miserable yet enchanting life I will accidentally walk into the kitchen if I'm not careful.') ('... Robbie why would you be in the kitchen?') ('Tickets.') ('Ah.')

Chrissy wants to spend the entire time in the house, cuddled up with each other and being lesbian wives doing lesbian wife things like holding hands and see how close they are to succumbing to building furniture for fun. As sweet and relaxing as that sounds somehow it feels like a waste just being home and doing absolutely nothing. They're not gonna have this much time again for a long while they might as well use it! (They do sleep in bed a little longer together regardless. Chrissy is a lump in the blankets, Robin has sprawled over everything, and Heather is octopused around the closest things which are usually either her girls or a pillow)

Robin wants to commit crimes of the loving but frankly a little concerning kind.

We can't let Robin commit crimes.

No matter how much Chrissy and Heather also want to commit crimes.

So they do bicker for a while over the span of a week before the actual days off in the form of many, many sticky notes stuck to bathroom mirrors, passing conversations, muttered sleepy time musings, messengers in the form of sending whoever they could convince to go between work places, phone calls, and even one (1) point in time where they were just in the same bathroom together.

In the end they ask Steve, date-life extraordinaire, for advice, who just tells them (in a fit of this man was rudely awoken) something about how girls like spas and stargazing. He's totally making something up.

It gives Robin an idea immediately, even if it makes no sense and takes a little convincing. A nice and relaxing spa day followed by shuffling off into the wilderness and laying underneath the stars! Perfect! No sitting around at home but also plenty of relaxation and being all date-y!

(It ends up being the greatest date night ever.)

(Even though Steve is a little worried when Robin came back with a photo of them in a tree while a bear was sniffing around at the bottom.)

(And when Heather came in to regale the tale of how Robin does not believe she could wrestle a bear.)

(... And how Chrissy accidentally kicked a bear in the face and apologised as told by Chrissy herself.)

[faegoddessog]

 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 37/41

Chapter 37: Elysium’s End

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Cunnilingus, Unprotected PiV, Fellatio, cum kink, sad parting angst

Series Masterlist 

Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Chapter 37: Elysium’s End

After your fuck-a thon, you both showered  and decided sleep was in order. His naked form curled around yours for hours. You know because sleep never came for you.  Nervous, excited, mournful, you were bringing all your therapy tools to bear to keep from losing your mind. 

You creep out from under Austin’s harboring arm and slip his robe around your shoulders, it smelled like him, clean, masculine, just a hint of cedar, lavender and myrrh with vanilla undertones, the oil blend he liked to wear sometimes. 

Arguments could be made for it being both ridiculously early and stupendously late.  Sitting at the kitchen island, chin resting on your stacked fists, flip-flopping thoughts race through your mind. The same what-if queries and worries that have been pestering the edges of your consciousness  alongside the excitement for this opportunity. 

Now, actually face to face with your choices, you make some important decisions about how you will deal with the next 7 months. Yes, you are gonna miss Austin, and yes it is scary. But if you spend the whole time moping and whining it would be a waste of your experience. Time to hoist up your Big Girl Unicorn panties and remind yourself of the girl that shipped herself and her tools off to freakin’ Hong Kong to start this crazy adventure. Ok, that girl was running away, but maybe, just maybe she was running to herself in the process. She was brave, she was ballsy as hell, and she wasn’t taking anything for granted. 

You knew you would stay true to Austin, he was just TOO good to you, too good for you.  He would still be there when you left the Ice, and if he wasn’t, then you would at least know… Know what? That this was never real? 

‘Of course it’s real, girl!’

Ah, there she is!

’Quit being a whiny, doubting, little bitch.”

‘Hey! don’t call us names!’ 

“ Well if the shoe fits! You gotta trust him, he fucking loves us. Did you see the way he looked at us last night? Have I ever steered you wrong?” 

‘Well there was that time in Buenos Aries…’ 

“Fuck, I mean about this kinda stuff… we both know I’m a slut that’ll try anything once.” 

You laugh softly. “I guess you are right, I’m too deep in at this point anyway.” you say out loud.

‘In for a penny?’

‘In for a pound.’

Feeling better, but not sleepy, your eyes land upon a stack of sticky notes. With a smile you begin to write notes to Austin. You hide them all over the apartment where he will find them. On his favorite foods in the fridge, his favorite coffee mug, in the microwave, under the spoons, in cabinets you know he’ll open. You quietly open the door to his office and go to work. Hiding some under your favorite pictures of Elvis, placing them under his chair, in his laptop, tucked into his books and in his notes. 

Lucky for you, he keeps his clothes in this closet. So you make sure every one of his clean clothes has at least one note in the pocket, if not two. You tucked them between his underwear and into his clean socks. Happy faces and quotes in and under his shoes. Notes saying I love you, notes carrying silly comments about whatever they got stuck on. Happy thoughts, ‘remember when’s’, song lyrics, and little stick figures  hidden everywhere.  You just go on and on, mostly silly things to let him know that you are thinking of him and to make him think of you when you are gone. You started to count them, but lost count after 100, so you figure around 150 purple square sticky notes are scattered throughout the apartment. 

Your eyes land on the bedside table drawer, you’ve never had cause to open it. Should you leave a note in there? You doubt that he would look there, since it was never used. On a whim you pull open the drawer. There is a tattered old workout shirt of his balled up in it. Weird, why would that be in there? You pull it out, intent on putting it in his wash, when something clatters to the floor, hitting your toe and rolling under the bed. You stifle a curse and reach under the bed, feeling around. You come up with a small, black box with a hinged lid. 

Holy. Mother. Fucker. Is this what you think it is? You look around to make sure he hasn’t woken up and come to find you.   

‘Oh no, we are not opening that!’ you tell yourself.

‘Just a peek,’ she is always up to mischief. 

‘We shouldn’t, it’s probably one of his Elvis-esque rings he likes to wear,’ you rationalize. 

‘Yes, of course, that he keeps wrapped in an old ripped up metallica shirt in the only drawer that you have never looked in before.” 

Before you can argue, it’s open.  It’s a gorgeous diamond ring in the shape of a heart with teardrop sapphires in infinity swirls with channel set diamonds on either side. They perfectly match your necklace and earrings. You are dumbfounded, staring at it for seconds on end. Then you quickly you close the box, wrap it back up the way you *think* it looked before  and shove it back in the drawer. Your heart is beating wildly.

You leave the room and go to the second bathroom and shut the door. You splash cold water on your face and  stare in the mirror. 

What. The. Fuck. Clearly that is meant for you. Clearly you don’t need to worry about him being serious about this relationship. And clearly he didn’t mean for you to find it. FUCK.

‘Told you,’ she smirks.  

“Yeah, thanks,” you say out loud. 

Is it even an engagement ring or just part of the set of jewelry? Apart from telling him you were engaged once, you have never, ever, not even once spoken about marriage to Austin. You haven’t let yourself even begin to think about it since you were burned so hard. How the fuck do you even FEEL about marriage now? 

‘Better figure that out, sweetheart.’

‘So unhelpful all of a sudden,’ you mentally huff.

Do you tell him you found it? Would it ruin everything? Do you just try to forget about it and let yourself be surprised? 

You decide the latter, you don’t want to assume anything  or force his hand in anyway. You would hate for either of you to rush into anything, especially at a time already fraught with emotions. You are kinda glad it happened. This way, whether or not it’s an engagement ring, it gives you the impetus to really look at how you feel. Not that you can figure that out right now. As you think more about it, you find that just the idea that he might, maybe, want to actually make you his, seems to quell every worry you’ve been having about going away. 

Once you calm down and shove the knowledge of the ring into a mental compartment and TRY to close the lid, it's about 5 o’clock in the morning. Austin is still asleep, and you are still on an adrenaline high from finding the uh... thing you are not thinking about and supposed to be forgetting.

You decide to channel your energy into something productive and make biscuits for breakfast.  About 40 minutes later, you have a plate heaped with hot biscuits, butter and jam as well as two insulated travel mugs of hot coffee on a tray. You intend on just setting it on the dresser and curling back into Austin’s arms as though the biscuit fairy left them for you. As you walk towards the master and just before you nudge the door open, you hear Austin sleepily calling your name. 

“Kit’en” he sleepily mumbles again, as you open the door. His hand is haphazardly feeling around for you in the bed, only half awake in the darkened room. 

“Right here, love,” you say, setting the tray down, peeling his robe off your shoulders and sliding into his arms. 

“Whered’ya go?” he curls around you again. 

“I couldn't sleep,” you say.  

“Oh, when I couldn’t find you. I thought you’d left me,” he kisses your forehead, more awake now. 

“Oh Austin, my sweet, sweet love, just because I’m going, doesn't mean I’m leaving you,” you kiss the hollow of this throat. 

“I know, baby, I know. I’m just not… I wasn’t awake enough I guess.” he snuggles you in closer taking a deep breath in,  “and why do I smell baking?” 

“Oh,” you snicker,” I made biscuits.” 

“You are… so silly and so amazing,” he sighs into your eyes in the shadowy room. “When do we have to leave?”

“We need to be driving away by 11, so get ready to leave by 10:30,” you had thought this out several times. 

“So in the shower by ten, if I have my dirty way with you,” he smiles, ”What time is it now?” 

“Almost 6,” Your hand traces a line down to the curve of his butt and along his outer thigh. 

“That might be enough time,” he smiles down at you, and kisses your nose, “I'll be right back.”

He gets up and goes to the bathroom. You snag some mints just to be on the safe side and set your alarm for 9:30 so you don’t have to think about time. 

“I’m sorry you couldn’t sleep,” he says, sliding between the sheets, smelling faintly of toothpaste, “do you want to try to get a little rest before we go?” 

“I’m gonna have 2 weeks of quarantine in a hotel room, I will catch up on sleep then,” you reach for him, ”right now I only want you.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he rolls on top of you, capturing your lips with his. 

His minty kisses are sweet, loving. His lips gently nibbling yours, the tip of his tongue barely peeking out to brush against your lips.  He nibbles and kisses along your jawline to under your  ear and down your neck. His hands roam gently on your upper body, Your fingertips trail along his back and down his arms. 

No matter how many times he has lain on you; kissed you; held you in his arms; you will NEVER get tired of it. 

“What else was on your list from last night, Kitten? Oh yeah, your juices dripping down my chin,“ he waggles his eyebrows and ducks down under the covers. You feel him gently push your legs apart. 

“Oh no,” you say, flipping the covers back.

“But Kitten …,” his look is almost pouty. 

“Oh, you are gonna eat that pussy, I just need to watch you do it,” you push his pillow under yours and lace your hands behind your neck, curving up to watch him work his tongue-in-pussy spells. 

“Who’s pussy?” he smirks, lowering down to his stomach, eyes on yours. 

“Mmmm, yours baby,” your voice gravelly with thirst, completely mesmerized by his sexy blue gaze.

His velvety tongue barely brushes the arch housing your clit. Your chest expands in an inhale. Slowly, but softy, his tongue ever wider, he moves down, down, licking inch by delicious inch. Your eyes widen, but never leave his,  as sparks emanate from everywhere his tongue touches. 

“All yours, every inch of me Austin, all yours,” you hear yourself saying breathily. 

He chuckles and finally breaks eye contact. He buries his face in your cunt, licking a wide swath up your pussy. 

He tilts his head slightly to the left and sucks one of your smooth outer labia into his mouth. As he releases suction, his tongue drags sideways just under your clit, gathering the next inch of your labia into the vacuum of his mouth. He does this over and over, down the entire length of one side of your pussy. 

Your inbreath shaky with each suction, an ‘oh’ out with each taste of his tongue. Near the bottom, he pushes your legs wider and  his tongue reaches deep into your wet cleft, slowly tongue fucking you. 

Your little sounds of pleasure reach his ears and spur him on. He laps up to your clit in short wide licks, then starts down the other side. 

You take in the whole of the picture between your legs.  His eyes are closed in pure indulgence,  his own noises of aroused pleasure flowing into your pussy. His hands: one pressing your right leg wide, the other wrapped under and around the hip crease of your left. You see the inward curve appear and disappear on the sides of his ass as he slowly rutts his cock on the sheets underneath him. 

Oh my god it’s beautiful. So good and so fucking beautiful you may melt and fuse into the bedclothes. The tightness winding deep inside you starts to accelerate. Your hands abandon your neck for his unruly shock of blackest black hair. 

His tongue starts flicking your clit, sucking it in, both hands now wrapped around your hip bones. Your breathy moans quicken, get deeper, louder. He knows you are close by the way your hips are pressing against his face, by the substance of the sounds you are making, by the tugging of his hair. 

He knows you now. 

He knows that all you need now to cum are his long, artful fingers slipping inside you; curling, flicking, fucking you. As he slides them in, your back arches in pleasure and “Fuck YES!” gusts from your mouth. His lips suck your clit in and his head shakes fast between your legs as his fingers go deep. 

You curl up, yanking his head tight to you, hips vibrating against his face. You are staring down at him, forehead creased,  teeth clenched but lips slack, pupils blown with lust. Suddenly his lids raise and his eyes are staring at yours, holding you in his trance, unable to utter a sound. Your pussy clamps down on his fingers, spiraling to your core. Your body revolts from this curled position and throws you down on your back again, breaking the spell of his eyes. 

‘Oh! M- “ you try to pant out, but he is immediately on top of you. His cock ramming into you, filling your pussy with his hard dick. It is fucking amazing. 

You hadn’t stopped cumming from his mouth and you definitely are not done yet. Not with him kissing you with your own juices dripping off his chin.  Not with his hands gripping your hair. Not with the precious weight of his body pinning you to the bed.  Not with the pounding he is giving you. 

He holds your head  tight so your high pitched screams can be muzzled by his demanding mouth. Your fingernails dig into his rear delts, using that as purchase to thrash under him. You are in literal throes of pleasure. 

Suddenly his mouth comes off yours and he grits his teeth sucking in a breath. Then he stops, deep in you. Your panting breaths shaking against his chest.  

“You wanna... watch me cum?” he says between hard breaths. 

He could not have uttered a more scorching question.

“Fuck yes,”  is all you can get out. 

He pulls out of you and rolls you both over. You sit up, catching your breath, as he squirts some lube into his hand.  You back up, straddling one of his thighs, but before he can get his lubed hand to himself, you slide your mouth over his cock. Licking and sucking off your slick.  

“Oh my god, Kitten,” he moans. 

It occurs to you that both his face and cock are covered in your cum. Just the thought has you burning for more.

You pull off and he goes to work on his cock. His fist is light at first, then quickly tighter as it’s evident that it won’t take long. You watch how fucking hot he is and realize your hips are humping his leg. Wet labia grinding along his flexed quads. Now his leg is covered in you too.  

“Fuck baby, ride me. Use me. I fucking love it,” he says with heated breath through clenched teeth. 

His eyes bounce between watching you torment his leg to watching his own hand wrapped around his cock.  

Fist pumping, forearm straining, pecs flexed, brows furrowed, face and cock red. He’s close and holy fuck he is so far past merely hot.   

“Yeah baby,  cum for me. I wanna see it, Oh god you are so…” you can’t finish the thought, your mind is too far gone. 

"Here it comes baby, all for you," he manages to get out. 

Streams of milky white gush from his throbbing cock over his flexed belly and lower chest.

“GAAAAAHHHH FUUUUCK” his voice tearing from his chest, eyes closed. You wrap your hand around his, forcing him to keep stroking himself. Three long jerks of his cock. The last of his semen dripping from him.

“YES! YES! YES!”  he screams on each stroke you make him give himself. His eyes fly open, to meet yours, as if to find a hold on reality. 

Screw reality.

You have never been this ridiculously turned on. You don’t even stop to consider what you are doing, you just want to be covered in his cum too. You swing your leg over him to mount his cum-covered torso. He instinctively flexes his stomach anticipating your weight on him.  You squish down onto his messy stomach, rubbing your frenzied pussy in the milky mess, your hands pressed against his shoulders.

Watching your lips and clit  drag over his sternum in up-close Panavision, his face is a mix of surprise and ruttish arousal. He isn't sure what’s happening and honestly,  neither are you.  

But, as though being whipped by the devil himself, you just can’t stop riding his chest.

“Fucking hot” he grabs your hips to assist your motion. “You like rubbing yourself in my cum? Are you my minxy little cum wench, baby.” 

“Yes, fucking yes,” each word underlined with a forward hip thrust, “It’s MY cum, all of it “ your walls clench down hard and you feel a surge swell inside, ”fucking mine.”  You rise up off him and flick your fingertips across your clit, pushing with your internal muscles.  Sweet clear fluid surges  across his chest. 

 “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” you scream, jerking your hips as you squirt all over him. 

“Oh my fucking god,” he moans, head back, baptized in your essence. 

He pushes your hips back with one hand,  angling his still hard cock with the other. 

Still at your apex when he sinks you onto his cock, you didn’t even know it was what you were missing. He immediately thrusts hard into your saturated and wanting pussy. 

You back arches and your hands come to his bent legs. Bent so he can fuck you harder. He is spurring you on from the inside; deep, solid and fast. 

“Oh my- Oh my- oh my-” you keep repeating as he impales you, "GAAAWWWWWHHHH!” you wail high pitched and loud, head jerking on your neck from his motion. Your next peak roaring through you from center to past your extremities. You swear you are glowing. 

Shaking, you carreen forward onto his bedraggled chest, all moans and uncontrolled twitches. But his hands hold your hips in place, his jaw clenched and nostrils flared.  He is still intent on fucking you, in fact he never misses a beat, driving into you over and over and over. 

You practically flounder on top of him. Your hands scrabbling at this shoulders to find a hand hold, to ground yourself as you become overwhelmed by his ardent fucking. 

Then you are on your back, Austin’s hands lace into yours, holding them above your head. His eyes are black and wild and determined as he pummels into using gravity to fuck you even harder than before. His ancient and primordial need overrides all other sensibilities. 

Under him, anchored by him, you are bellowing nonsense sounds over and over.   Together you are fucking, messy glory and the definition of magnificence in raging pursuit of this riotous, cardinal  ecstasy.

His mouth opens as his eyes shut, releasing the most primal scream you have ever heard. His muscles go taut, the cords of his neck stand out, his face red and dripping with sweat and your cum. His spine snakes above you as his cock spasms, draining whatever he has left inside you. You clench down on him in what, another orgasm? An aftershock? Hard to say since you aren’t sure you ever stopped cumming. He jolts and shakes, almost headbutting you. 

Then, finally spent, you are both just trembling, chests heaving together. Your legs wrap around him, pulling his weight to you. He lets go of your hands and you shroud him in your arms. He nuzzles into your neck, puffing out breath, arms tucked under your shoulders. This is true rapture, you are sure of it, as long as you stay in the right now. 

After some time, he rolls you both onto your sides. Legs and arms still intertwined, you doze, wet, sticky  and so fucking content to just be in the moment. 

Your 9:30 alarm wakes you. Your eyes open to his ocean blue ones. Especially oceanic now as tears fill the inner corner of his one eye and course across the temple of the other.  A sad smile tugs at the corner of his lips as your eyes take in his face. You rise to all fours on top of him. Saying nothing, you merely nod.   Kissing his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, his lips as your own tears mingle with his. 

He crushes you to him. Neither of you want to let go. Tears run freely. 

After a quietly cathartic few minutes, crying and clinging to one another, you drag him into the shower. You wash the mix of cum, sweat, and tears from his gorgeous body, noticing the little half moons your nails left on his shoulders, you rub them and tell him you are sorry. He just shakes his head and smiles at you. He washes your hair, gives you the best shower kisses, and gently and lovingly scrubs your skin head to toe. 

He then seals, with a bevy of loving kisses, each well earned bruise and mark you have from last night’s revelry: bite marks on your neck, finger bruises your wrists, a myriad of bruises on each cheek of your ass, the faint rope marks along your upper thighs and ankles. He finishes on his knees in front of you, pressing kisses onto your mons and outer labia. Water runs down your torso. He laps at the water running down your lips as though it were the water of life. 

You feel yourself start to rise again inside. You look at the clock through the steamy shower stall,  10:01. You look back down at him, tongue probing high between your labia, his eyes asking.  You nod. 

His eyes close and he buries his face in your snatch. You push the shower head to the side, and pull your lips apart for him. His fingers flow inside you. He knows every button you have, every little erotic spot. Every pass of his tongue placed perfectly, every suction the perfect pressure, each drive of his fingers is perfection. In a matter of minutes you are cumming again on his fingers and into his mouth, moaning his name in the heat of the shower.

He stands, kissing you, tasting like you. 

“I’m sorry, I just had to give you one last one,” his voice barely above a  whisper. 

You take his head in your hands, shaking your head and smiling. You plant a deep kiss on his lips. You feel his cock bounce against you, hard yet again. Your eyebrows raise as you pull away from him.

“Do you think you can go again?” you smile at him.

He shrugs with a shy smile, “I don’t think we have time, Kitten.” 

You look at the clock, 10:10. “Wanna know a secret? I lied, we don’t have to leave until 11:15,” and you sink to your knees, his cock in your hand.

Just as he knows you, you know him. Engulfing his wet cock in your mouth,  your tongue swirling his tip. Taking him deep, deep, making him slick with spit. Your hand wraps his cock, pumping in time with your mouth. His moans echo in the tiled shower.  He holds your head and gloriously fucks your mouth. Soon you feel his balls tighten to his body. Your moans urging him on. With a loud groan, his cum spurts down your throat, thick and salty. You swallow him for the last time, at least for a while.  

He lifts you to your feet, kissing you hard. 

You finish showering quickly. He makes little butter and jelly sandwiches out of the biscuits to take with you in the car as you shove the last few essentials into your carry on.  You miraculously leave at 11:00. He had insisted on driving you to the airport in the Range Rover. 

He actually handles driving on the other side of the road with no problem.

You feed him bits of biscuit and sip coffee as you watch him drive. Not caring that Australia is slipping by outside, only that your time with him is. It feels like the end of an era. When you say this to him, his only comment is that all endings are just beginnings in disguise. 

You silently wonder about the little black box wrapped in a metallica shirt, shoved into the drawer of disuse. Was it really meant for you? When, if ever, will he give it to you? Then you shove that thought aside. You are forgetting about it, right?

You’ll be back here, even if just to get your tools and things. But who knows if Austin will still be here. So much is up in the air. But one thing is for certain, you realized in the shower when he was kissing all your little marks, you are ready and willing to spend the rest of your life with those kisses whether or not he asks you to marry him. 

Authors Note: Despite the title, no, this is not the end!

[plusfuckingultra]

Family Nap Time

It's 1 pm when I propose a nap with my lover over FaceTime. She's even awake since 7 am, running on 3 hours of sleep because she refused to go to bed angry with me. And I had been up till 4 am singing our son to sleep on a video call. My lover and I had an argument last night, one lasting for hours. We talked it through for a long time, finishing the night off by telling them to go to sleep and her insisting on a bedtime FaceTime. She sleeps better when on a call with me.

Which is why I proposed a Nap Time. A very needed naptime on both ends, since we stayed up so late. So we FaceTimed and laid down in our separate beds and I got to watch their eyes flutter closed in a sleepy trance, so easily relaxed when I'm in front of them. I stayed awake to make sure she fell asleep.

Our son texted me then before I could close my eyes to sleep. He was scared. I tell him I'm here. I always will be. I poured my heart, telling him I'm never gonna let anything bad happen to him ever again. I'm his Mama. I will keep him safe.

He tells me he's sleepy, but too scared to sleep. I ask if he wants to take a nap with Mama over a video call, and he quickly agrees, knowing he'll feel safer then. Knowing I will keep him safe.

I set up my laptop for the video call, my phone with my partner's sleeping face set up beside it. He joins the call and I give him a smile "There you are!" I say in my Mama voice, the one that always makes him smile back at me. Sure enough, he gives me the cutest grin, hugging his polar bear stuffie closer to his blanketed figure in a giggly embarrassment.

"Hi, sweetheart. It's just me, just Mama. You're safe with Mama, bub" I tell him softly as he nods into his polar bear. His eyes start closing and soon enough, his breathing deepens and slows as he drifts off to sleep. I take a deep breath. He's safe with me. Nothing can happen to him when he's with me.

I shift my gaze from my sleeping son to my lover, her relaxed face and calm breathing making me want to smother her in kisses and hold her close till sleep arrives for me too. Looking back to my precious baby boy, his face finally wiped of fear and worry, his mind no longer consumed with doubt that I love and care for him. I just want to hold him. Rock him to sleep. Sing him lullaby's every night, tell him that I'm gonna make all the pain go away so he never has to feel any again. Kiss his forehead and tell him that Mama is always gonna be here and make sure he's safe. Tell him he never has to be scared with me ever again.

I smile, looking between two people I hold close to my heart. Both of them in the most relaxed state they could ever be. A feeling of domesticity fills my chest as I imagine us doing the same in a place of our own, taking daily naps and holding each other. I smile to myself.

They are my future.

They are my hope.

They are my family.

[latitudesunknown]

My little love, from her first few days with me, where she cleverly instantly launched an attack on my mom's feelings by cuddling up to her feet...

... to her last year, sleepy and so much more shy (I was astounded to find so many pictures of her small playing with my toddler nieces and cozying up to various family members, I'd forgotten she used to be so social!).

Trigger warning: pet death

I'm pretty sure she was only in pain and confused for one day, it was blessedly fast. We spent the entire day with her, me sitting as close to her as I could when she kept hiding under furniture, and my mom and niece playing board games on the bed so I wasn't alone. When we went to the vet for the second time that day he told me I could take her home and she'd die during the night, but I couldn't bear the thought that she might be in pain or be scared, so I asked him to put her under. I told her I loved her to the very end but I think she was already too far gone to really know I was there. :/

I had been so stressed out for so long, about her and other things, and I had a big work event coming up that I was dreading with all my being, and I dearly needed a hard reset... and I guess always be careful what you wish for because her death granted me the break and the clarity of thought I so badly needed. She was also kind enough to leave me while I was being surrounded by family so I did not have to go through this and the aftermath alone. And she made me realize I did not want to continue carrying this absurd amount of stress around, and that some things needed to change.

I also won't lie, I had been growing increasingly worried about her health for over a year and through the pain and the loss, it is a huge relief to know that she's forever safe from harm.

Still I miss her dearly and I'm pretty sure my brain thinks she's just spending time in another place, most times it just feels like she's not here, not that she's gone forever. I'm looking at years of pictures to select a few to print out, and I still sleep with the bed cover she'd gotten last Christmas because I'm not about to erase every trace of her like she'd never existed.

She was my best pal for almost 17 years (she'd have been 17 next Wednesday), through my best and worst times, and all she ever asked of me was to feed her and hold her back paws while she slept.

I loved her so very much and I just hope that she knew I did, up to the very end. 💔

[autisticempathydaemon]

Hi there, Jess here! Your redacted match game seemed really fun and i wanted to see who you’d pair me with! so here’s my junk! have fun!

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* Song - Taylor Swift’s Tolerate It specifically the lyric “Believe me, i could do it”

* Enneagram- I’m a type 2 but 4 was a very close runner up then 7 in 3rd place

* Video Essays- YES!! My favorite form of media. I don’t have a specific favorite, but I enjoy ones where they analyze the nature of people.

* Imaginary Friend- She was a girl about the size of Thumbelina. She had a pink T-shirt under a pair of overalls and flowers in her hair. I believed she lived in my jewelry box and I oftentimes went about my day with her sitting on my shoulder. Her name was Dorthy.

* Sleep Aids- I typically fall asleep with headphones in, listening to contemporary ASMR, role play ASMR, a tv show, or just some kinda background noise. I usually end up cuddling with my giant teddy bear that’s nearly the size of me

* Name Change- For a long time, i just went by my given middle name cause my given first name was crap. I chose Jess because it was cool and close enough to my first name that my family wouldn’t freak. (Little do they know it’s short for Jester)

* Favorite Redacted Audio- “Going all the way with your vampire mate” the emotional vulnerability always just brings so many tears to my eyes. that audio is what really convinced me to stick around the channel and check out other storylines.

* No appeal Redacted boy- sad to say there’s a few i don’t really care for that much. Regulus and Ivan specifically though. I also tried really hard to like the balance but never could.

* Favorite Media- I could probably quote the good place to you verbatim. It’s my favorite show and i cry every. single. time. without fail.

* Redacted Best Bud- I would KILL to be pals with Huxley. They seem like such a rad dude.

* Sleepy Ramble- Typically when i’m ready for bed i start rambling about anything and everything. and when i wake up i won’t remember it. most recently, my friend said i was talking about how good ice water is.

* Gas Station- Anytime i’m at a gas station, i get a white monster and an icee/slushee and pour the monster into it. it’s an abomination and i love it.

* favorite playlist- the playlist i made to scream and dance around my room to

* guilty pleasure media- old, bad MTV dating shows. they’re so crazy and stupid and give me something to laugh at.

* Fun Facts about Me- I’m 22 and work at the local cinema and it’s my favorite job ever. i play multiple instruments and music has become an integral part of my life. i’m an ex-theater kid. i keep every letter note and drawing someone gives to me in a box on my dresser. i like candles and nice smelling things in general. I’m a generally optimistic person, almost to a fault. I tend to have high hopes and subsequently get let down easily. I’m afraid of commitment and intimacy.

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I really hope that’s enough to analyze me and assign me a lover!!

take care of yourself, much love

-Jess

You are incredibly delightful and helpful! You gave me so much information to work with, so there is nary a doubt in my mind that you and Gavin would make an excellent match!

On a deeper, personal level, taking a Type two, typically characterized by that desire to be loved, who may be reluctant or afraid to fully be loved, and pairing you with Gavin works perfectly because that aligns with his mindset. You two would have a delightful slowburn of a romance, something that sparks and smolders until he confesses you are the sky to his stars (my favorite of his lines).

On a more minute level, I also think you two would work well because of the things you’d like; like, he would be so delighted by you. The thing about Gavin that’s adorable to me is how behind he is on some shows and movies, so I can just imagine his reactions when you show him old MTV shows like “Why are we snooping through these bedrooms? Who in god’s name is Tila Tequila???” He’d also get a kick out of visiting you at work and trying to get you to neck in the back of a theater with him on your break.

Song:

I always thought/ I wasn't the type/ To plummet/ Feel every cliché/ That low-budget movies rely on/ But I'm head over heels with butterflies in my stomach/ I feel fuzzy and warm/ And it's gross but I love it

I’m a sap and so, secretly, is Gavin. I don’t know if the tone really fits, because I personally can’t nail down what genres he likes, but the vibe works. I love ships that are not, like, “I didn’t know or understand love until you” but rather “I didn’t realize how easy and fun love could be until you”, you know? It’s also a really fun, energetic song, and I do think you and Gavin would be the type who’d have and be so much fun together once you settle into that love.

Runner-ups:

Guy is a fun runner-up for you, because I think he’d love all the media you like and would be really engaged in liking them with you. Also, he is definitely a theater kid, you can’t tell me otherwise, and theater couples are super cute. In contrast, I like Lasko for you because of that slow burn potential I mentioned. Gavin was a perfect combination of those two thought processes.

note: parental control was my favorite that shit was so weird tho lol

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[thegreatobsesso]

7 snippets 7 people

Thank you for the tag @oh-no-another-idea !

I'm going to post seven snippets from the chapter I'm currently editing and edit them as I post so that I'm doing double-duty. :D

All Callie POV!

1.

Grace grinned as Callie reached out in awe and ran her fingertips over the keys. There had to be a hundred in here, and together, they resonated with a silent hum of power - her power. Unique and strong, and the thought came to her without an ounce of ego. She was happy to give it away, and have no one ever know where it came from.  What the fuck? 

2.

“You’re done for the day,” Flora declared.  “What? No. No no no. I’m gonna make more keys. Hey. Merv. Tell her we’re gonna do more magic.”  Bennett looked at her funny. “Did you just call me ‘Merv’?”  “No.”  “You can’t even talk,” he said, to her extreme annoyance, because she was talking just fine, thank you very much. "Flora's right, you're done."

3.

“Keep an eye on her,” Bennett told Dig before leaving, watching her where she swayed happily on the ground.  “Dig has eyes,” she said helpfully. “I said I wanna make another orbox. Guys. I wanna help.” Suddenly she was crying. She’d just been happy. What the hell. “I just wanna help,” she sobbed. “I wanna help so bad.”  “Aww, of course you do,” Dig said, and then he was helping her walk over the bed they’d made, just a big pile of blankets and pillows on a slab o’ stone. “But you can’t help if you’re dead, dearie, so you gotta have a rest. Just for a little while.” 

4.

“You’re part of a plan. As are we all, but Spirit’s got a lot to say about your role in this.”  She smirked. “My dad would’ve called you a demon.”  Dig laughed. “I get that from time to time,” he said, shrugging his shoulders and making tiny bells at the end of his shirt jingle. “When did he pass?”  “Huh? Oh, no. He’s not dead. I just... we don’t speak.”  “Oh.” Dig pursed his lips, like he wasn’t sure whether or not he should continue. “You know, sorry, but I just gotta say, he may be a faith leader, but he’s not the end-all-be-all authority on God. There’s a lot of Christians who believe that God is all love and forgiveness, that He doesn’t live to judge us.” 

5.

“What does your heathen ass know about it anyway?”  “Well, I’ve spent thirty years studying and teaching theology and my husband’s a Christian, so more than you’d expect.”  “Your gay magician husband’s a Christian?”  “Jake’s not a magician. He just lives here because I live here. And I’d wager the God he believes in and the God your dad does bear almost no resemblance.” 

6.

“And you believe in Him?” she asked, stunned. “In God?”  “Oh, sweetheart,” Dig said, swooping up his cards with a tinkly jingle of his sleeve, “I believe in all the gods. They don’t give me much of a choice. Do you?”  She felt very sleepy, imagining all the gods including God stopping the godly things they were doing to send Dig telegrams. “I dunno,” she muttered. She downed the last lukewarm sip of the sweaty-sock tea as her eyelids start to droop. “What is this shit?”  “Valerian root,” he said. “It makes you relaxed.”  She narrowed her eyes at him, feeling the impossibly strong call of the pillows underneath her head. “So by it’ll help, you meant...?”  “That it’ll mellow you right off to sleep, yeah.” He stood and unceremoniously dumped a thick comforter on top of her. “Nighty night, Red.” 

7.

“Grace,” she insisted sharply, “what do you mean, when you go?”  “Fall term starts in two weeks,” she said, looking surprised she had to explain. “I’m not enrolled. I’m only here for a year.”  “The fuck you are.”  “I told you that,” she said, trying to wriggle free from Callie’s grip and putting all her herb bags down when she couldn’t. “I must’ve.”  “No,” Callie said. “No, kid, you didn’t. And, um, this is crap, okay? You’re not going anywhere. We need you.”  I need you. She stopped it from spilling out, because she couldn’t explain it. There was no actual reason she needed Grace. But she couldn't let her just, just leave.

Edit: I guess I forgot how tag games work. 🥸 Tagging: @avrablake, @winterandwords, @pertinax--loculos, @indecentpause, @sleepy-night-child, @pandawriterstuff, and @dontjudgemeimawriter :D