#so yeah those two got replaced lol-

[supersecretnerd]

Another Video of the new Octonauts characters

[outrageousbirb]

tried to explain to my mother that while we both experience a similar level of Catastrophic General Depression (as in going to sleep every day hoping you wont wake up for over a decade), part of why im struggling so much at my current stage of life while she managed to find things to occupy herself is due to the difference in our situations.

I'm 26, and by this time my mother was married to her boss (an older man with an established life + experience she could glom onto) and employed by him at the only job she had ever had, where she was secure insofar as she couldnt be fired without divorce, and couldnt be divorced without being fired (small family retail) so she had managed to, in one "vector" of her life, secure herself both employment and a Life Buddy.

meanwhile, at this point in my life, i have made my peace with the fact that i am extremely unlikely to find a Life Buddy of any kind (romantic, sexual, otherwise) as i am asexual + other issues, and all of my friends are going to pair up and go off to have the more stereotypical future involving kids etc, which means i will never be anyone's Priority Person, bc at best i will be in 3rd place or lower. I have also made my peace with the fact that i cannot manage to function living alone or living with roommates, and that my odds of coping with employment are similarly low, due to the Everything about me.

so while my mother and i are in similar mindsets at similar life stages, in terms of viable options, we are worlds apart. i cannot think of anything i want for my future other than not to have one. i can think of things i do not want, but what do you do when you do not want ANYTHING? i would steer in a favoured direction if i fucking had one, instead of simply spinning in circles.

the only thing i want is something i fundamentally cannot have, so theres no point in wanting that. everything else sounds like hell. which path do i take if they all end in failure?

my mother's advice is to start doing things, make an effort, go after your interests, try new things, explore opportunities, as if i havent tried that before. as if im capable of doing that without support. as if needing the support wont hurt her or my father. as if i wont feel guilty over selfishly taking up time and resources doing something stupid for no good reason and i wont disappoint them when after all the effort and time and money spent results in fucking nothing. as if i dont fucking try already. i have plenty of "interests" that bore me to tears, and im too fucked up for social interests that might be more helpful.

i cant bear the weight of trying any longer. every failure adds up to yet another stone upon my back and im not atlas, i cannot hold the weight of the world. i am so tired. i just want to rest without the daily drudgery of life dragging like a noose around my neck at all times.

[anadorablekiwi]

With Aria having moved out now, i can finally put my switch on the entertainment center out for display 🥰

[omniscient3teabag]

its my dads birthday today:)) so heres a ramble of what people trying 2 celebrate captain marvels birthday without him thinking it WAS for his birthday (he never told anyone his actual birthday)

they DEFINITELY think he doesn't have an actual bday. being a demi-god n like, living lightning n all and whenever they ask, cm either gives them a totally random date that changes everytime they ask ORRR he would be like " uh. hmmm . uhhHEY LOOK A PUPPY " n change the subject

so they settle on the day cap joined the justice league as his birthday!!

obviously, cm doesn't notice anything at first but then - one day after just getting to the watchtower superman comes up to him, is all like " Hey cap!! i wanted to give you something :)) " (its homemade pie) and billys like; " oh! aww thanks superman:D this is amazing wow!! " (he cant,, eat it as cm but sick!) and accepts it because ?? supermans cool asf and maybe he just wanted to give stuff today!!

but then diana chimes in and says SHE !! also has a gift for him too!! it's an artifact that she had saved for him as well. and billy thinks " woah!! this must be my lucky day!! no one ever gives me as many gifts as this before !! did i do something good yesterday?? " it. was Two gifts but whatever

he goes about his day as usual, maybe during a meeting there was one too many curious eyes on him and maybe a compliment or praise or two is given out to him but its fiiiine. thats probably nothiing though, batman tells him to come back to the watchtower tonight at 9pm minimum with some bum ass excuse of " the team needs to discuss some things. " and that he needs to come. :///

well. he does come back to the watchtower after patrolling fawcett city for a while and eating lunch/linner/brunch/dinner (he doesn't care enough to know its actual name. as long as hes fed) with tawny and hanging out with freddy

(his town didn't show anything was off.. because they KNEW it wasn't his birthday today. so it was just a normal day for them LOL)

anyways. weirdly enough, there was not a single person in the watchtower!! and the lights were all off .. and then!!! when he enters the meeting room!! BOOM!!! party poppers go off and the lights turn on and the justice league is there like ; " happy birth-first-joining-into-the-justice-league-day!!! " with the birthday banner made with the word birthday messily crossed out (thank you barry) and replaced with words underneath that i dont think captain marvel could see unless he squinted

and they stand there awkwardly as billy processes ts

because. yeah it clicks.

he realizes.

and starts tearing UPPPP . the only birthday parties he usually had was with his close friends. AND IT WASN'T ANYTHING THIS BIG!! OR FANCY!!! (batman thought it was rather lacking actually) HE DOESN'T CARE IF THEY GOT THE DATE WRONG THATS FINE HE'S JUST GLAD THEYRE CELEBRATING!!! HOLY MOLY WERE THOSE PRESENTS TOO-???

every single member that was participating in this got a big ass bear hug from captain marvel btw

[gaywineauntsstuff]

I love those incorrect Wayne family posts where a baby bat (usually dick) calls Bruce to be like … so the house is on fire….

But what’s infinitely funnier

Is the fact that

Dicks house blew up, the circus was burned down, everyone he so much as brushed shoulders with on the street was being gunned down, his last link to learning his language lost.

He then finds out all of this happened due to a traffic jam, watched a man die in front of him, had a panic attack on a rooftop, had…stuff that’s less than savory and I will not discuss done to him on said rooftop by a former FBI agent who was sisters with the district attorney.

And he still didnt call Bruce.

Dick Grayson would rather commit suicide via radioactive city than ask Bruce Wayne for a dime.

and the best part is when its not Dick its Tim

the boy who invented a fake uncle so CPS couldn't fuck with him and he didn't wanna ask Bruce to adopt him

Bruce adopted Dick so that Tims fanboy instincts (I got adopted by one direction au except its the last survivor of a niche acrobat troupe you were obsessed with as pre-teen) would override his repulsion at asking Bruce for help.

Like Tim calls Dick for help with casework and goes "only bruce is free... guess ill just die then lol"

and when Dick needs help... he calls superman (not bruce) or the titans (who hate bruce) or he also goes "well Ive had a good run let me see if I can mask this attempt on my life as a last bid at heroics"

Bruce would cry tears of pure joy if Dick or Tim called him for help with anything ever. (after testing to see if the weren't replaced by clones and also half expecting this to be a case of being trapped in a dreamworld)

like the rest of the kids also wouldn't call Bruce but these two are the ones who like bruce (mostly in Tims case.... Occasionally in Dicks but yeah)

there's Cass but she fought Wonder Woman and broke into stephs, babs, dicks and Bruces places for shits and giggles she's not asking anyone for shit.

[vivimura]

PAIRING ~ dropout!pjs x fem!reader

SUMMARY ~ an argument with dropout fwb jay over what your futures would be like after you graduate escalates.

GENRE ~ angst, suggestive.

WORD COUNT ~ 1.125k

ᯓ★ first fic! hope you guys like it lol.

"i wanna settle down by twenty five."

he chuckled, his eyebrows shooting up at your cute and almost innocent confession. “settle down… at twenty five…?” he repeated your words back to you, his eyes slightly widening in fake surprise. “baby girl, you’re twenty one. you barely just started college and you’re already thinking of marriage.” you wore a motivated smile on your lips and shrugged. though, his hostility stung. "you don't think about that stuff? you're like- twenty five soon." he let out a scoff, his smirk returning. “marriage and kids aren’t really in the cards for me,” he simply replied back, his hands now making their way down your thighs. “i’ve got better things to think about.”

you scoffed and rolled your eyes. "yeah? like what kind of weed to buy next? whom to hook up with?"

he chuckled at your comment before he shook his head. “there’s gotta be more to life than just working a boring job and popping out babies.” he mumbled, his breath fanning over your skin as he now leaned his face against your neck. “i want to live life to the fullest, travel, experience things. you can’t do that if you’re at home changing diapers all day.”

you remained silent, simply looking into his eyes as you tried imagining what the future would entail for the two of you, and if the two of you were even in touch. "we really are different people." he chuckled at that as he looked up at your face again. he didn’t reply, he already knew that himself. “trust me, i know,” he said simply, the smirk never leaving his face. he kept his eyes on your face for a moment, studying your features carefully before his smirk widened into a smug “and it’s cute how you think that marriage and kids are like a magical fix for whatever problems you come up with.”

you frowned, his words poking you in ways you weren't a fan of. "it's cute how you think traveling the world will fulfill the inner loneliness you've had after having grown up in a shitty household." your reply was low, and you knew it. but you were too riled up to care. he raised his eyebrows at that, his gaze hardening as he looked at you with a cold, almost annoyed look. “watch your mouth, baby,” he said sternly, his smirk now gone and replaced with a steely look. his hands grabbed your thighs tighter, nails digging into the skin. “i don’t appreciate you psychoanalyzing my life like you know anything about it.” "and i just love you being judgmental of my ambitions." you sarcastically grumbled, flashing an almost mocking sweet smile.

“i’m just being realistic,” he deadpanned back while he leaned his body farther forward, effectively making you lay down against the headboard of the bed. he was now on top of you, his body between your spread legs and his face hovering just a few inches above yours. he looked down at you with an almost icy cold look. “there’s more to life than just marrying some college prick and popping out babies.”

"are you, though?" you tilted your head, not backing down under his piercing gaze. "are you sure you're not just jealous that you'll never be that guy in my life?" he let out a scoff at that, though his expression darkened as a small, almost unnoticeable frown formed on his lips. “you really think you’re so special?” he asked, his eyes narrowing into a glare, his hands still gripping your thighs. “you think you’re so unique that you’ll get some perfect happy ending like those white chick movies?”

you bit the inside of your cheeks, glaring right back at him defensively. "I'm an ambitious woman with genuine plans for life. the hell are you? a pathetic dropout who deals drugs for a living? I mean, what if you get caught, huh?"

he let out a scoff at that, not even a hint of humor in his expression as he continued staring down at you. “pathetic dropout who deals drugs?” he repeated your words back to you, his grip on your thighs getting even tighter, his nails digging deeper into the skin. “i make more money than those little preppy boys your daddy wants you to marry.”

"yeah, and you'll probably overdose or go to jail before those preppy boys do!" you hissed at the stinging feeling of his nails. he let out a scoff again, that icy cold look never leaving his face as he looked back out at you. “and what if i do?” he asked with a shrug. he didn’t care whether he ended up in jail or with a needle sticking out of his vein. “you’ll go to college, find some rich boy, marry him and pop out a mini you. and you’ll sit in your white picket fence house with two point five kids and your husband who can’t get you off.”

your eyes flared in anger. but fuck, why were his replies irritating you as much as they were turning you on? "oh, and what the hell do you know about getting me off!?" he stared down at your lips, a familiar cocky grin beginning to form on his own. "you forgot that I've been the one getting you off since, what-, three months now?" he mocked. "don't deny it. you've almost squirted on my face a few-" your eyes bulge out at his filthy words, and you bring your hand up to cover his mouth to cut him off. your ears burn in pure embarrassment. "jay, I swear to god-" he let out a loud laugh that was muffled by your hand, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked down at you. he smirked under your hand, his hands still grasping you by the thighs. he slowly pulled your hand away from his mouth, but his hold on your wrist didn’t loosen. “so you do remember,” he said in a cocky, teasing tone, a smirk on his lips. "you're seriously fucking pissing me off." your hands formed fists on the soft material of jay's duvet. god, you wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smirk off his mouth. he continued to chuckle at your pissed off demeanor, his smirk only growing wider and his grip on your wrist only getting tighter. he leaned down closer to your face, his face now only inches away, and he made sure to lock his eyes with yours and hold your gaze, not breaking eye contact. “it’s true though, isn't it? nobody can make you feel as good as I do." you let out a frustrated sigh, feeling a certain wet, sticky feeling appear between your legs. "it's not. seriously. quit it, park." "nah." he chuckled sinisterly. he caught ahold of both your wrists, pinning them with his single right hand with ease. his naturally sharp jaw was clenched in a way that only made it sharper in an intimidating way. suddenly, he brought his free hand to cup your heat covered just by a flimsy pair of shorts. "park-" your eyes widened and you squirmed in his bed, trying to wriggle your hands out of his grip. "sh-sh-shh.." "I'll show you what's better than a two point five."

[jerseyshoresy]

Closing In On Summer Love

Fluff

Shoresy x gn!reader

Warnings: cussing, some suggestive dialogue

A/N: just watched the newest season of Shoresy (which inspired this fic... I'm jealous of Laura Mohr lol) and it was too good!!😁 I hope you guys enjoy and I'll be working on the asks in my inbox here soon!!

Shoresy would've never expected his crush on you, a longtime friend, would rear its head as quickly as it did; he had fallen for you as fast as that Sudbury summer day was hot, and considering you two were beating the heat with a long day of tubing, that was pretty damn fast.

As the sun went down and you walked home, Shoresy followed as always, making sure you got to your destination safely. This time, though, the air between you felt charged with emotion as the hockey player confessed his feelings.

"Are you seriously telling me that you're sweet on me, Shoresy?" you asked when he was finished speaking, a playful lilt to your voice.

His smile shone brighter than the moon hanging high in the sky. "Oh, I'm so fuckin' sweet on ya I could open a candy shop right here. I could make Mackintosh Toffee go out of business, I'm so sweet on ya. Hershey's is quaking in their boots right about now."

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head slightly. "I'm inclined to believe you, but I've also known you for long enough to know that you blow through partners like people drive through yellow stop lights."

Shoresy tried to defend himself but you cut him off. "However... if you're able to prove to me that you're serious about this, I'll consider dating you."

"Woo!" he yelled out, raising his fist in triumph. "Just you wait and see! You'll be so impressed by me I'll be begging you to keep your clothes on until we reach the bedroom."

"Yeah?" you asked with a chuckle, watching him from your doorstep.

"Yeah," he replied, stepping back with a confident swagger.

You knew now to never doubt Shore's commitment to anything.

Over the next week, you were treated to 5 star service from the man set on winning your heart. One day you had come home to your yard being completely cleaned out--mowed, trimmed, swept. You would've been utterly confused if you hadn't spied the smallest glimpse of Shoresy turning the corner on his bike, racing to escape the scene. Another time, while you were out grocery shopping, you arrived back home to find your broken pantry shelves fixed.

"Do you always break and enter into your crush's home?" you questioned when Shoresy knocked on your door that night to speak with you.

"It's not my fault your spare key's been in the same place all these years," he retorted with a smirk. "Besides, you needed those shelves to be replaced and who better to do it than your favorite handy man?"

"Who said you're my favorite?"

That made Shoresy chuckle. "I will be. Soon enough you'll be treating your house like a fuckin' rage room for the chance to see me in a short sleeve, holding a screwdriver."

"Oh really?" you grinned.

"Really," he replied, folding his arms in a way that highlighted his muscles, leading you to ruminate on the fact that watching him fix things around the house in a short sleeve shirt sounds like a lovely way to spend your time.

The next day had brought you your favorite panini and dessert waiting for you at your work desk, courtesy of a special someone who your coworker deemed "loud but hot." As you unwrapped the sandwich, a note fluttered out onto your desk.

I would clean your toilet with my toothbrush just to bring you lunch like this every day. Y/n, I like you so much that you have me writing love notes like a teenage girl.

Though you didn't find that imagery to be particularly appetizing, you still appreciated the sentiment. Eating your food, you recalled everything Shoresy had done for you in the past few days. It seemed like he was being genuine in his efforts to win you over, leading you to make up your mind on the relationship you wanted to have with him.

That evening, you were delighted to hear the expected knock at your door. Opening it up, you were greeted to the sight you were always looking forward to. There he stood, hands in his pockets and grin never wavering.

"The lunch was delicious. Your prose could use some work though," you quipped.

"If I knew what prose was, I'd be offended, but I don't so I'm not," Shoresy declared.

You leaned against your doorframe, a wave of seriousness washing over you. "Are you tired of me giving you the run-around yet?"

"Me? Never," said Shoresy. "I told ya, I'd do anything to show you how serious I am about ya. I'd, fucking, walk 500 miles and 500 more if it meant I could take out your trash."

Without warning you stepped forward, closing the gap between you and Shoresy, gently kissing him. You could tell he was momentarily taken aback before he reciprocated, his hands finding their way to your waist. His touch made your skin break out in goosebumps, your heart pounding in your chest from exhilaration. When you eventually pulled away from each other, both of you were beaming.

"This is the summer I'm closing on you, Shoresy."

[honeyshiddendesire]

Single Daddies

Author's Notes: These are my thoughts and opinions if you don't like it idk what to say but y'all are gonna hate me for Luffy's spot so just be warned lol 🤷‍♀️

Luffy - The Care Free One

🧸So I'ma get the worst out first BUTTTT if this man is a single dad I don't see him caring much sorry but being honest

🧸 If you leave this man to raise the baby alone then it becomes a straw hat baby not just Luffy's because everyone would need to chip in

🧸When the baby is super young and cluster feeds then sorry not sorry I can see him tiredly walking over to Sanji's room or Robin's to say something is wrong. Will hand off the baby and go back to sleep

🧸If the baby is hungry at night then he'll go to Sanji's room and say that him and the baby are both hungry lol what is supposed to be a night feeding turns into a whole meal time.

🧸When the baby needs baths it will make him want to clean up more lol totally the type of parent to skip using one of those mini tubs and just jump in holding the baby lol

🧸Will pick out toys him and the baby will both want to use

🧸I don't see him as a girl dad just saying I always picture him with an army of crazy boys. But for the sake of this lets just say he gets left alone with one boy.

🧸I don't see him being the serious type raising his kid cause despite him being an adult he's still a total goof troop buttttt that kid will have the most compassion for when someone is in need.

🧸I don't see Luffy taking care of the kid when it comes to like brushing their hair or teeth unless the kid is old enough to copy everything that he's doing

🧸If the kid is too young and needs that stuff to be done for them then I don't see Luffy doing it sorry sorry sorry I just see him as one of those dads that wont clock in till the kid is more functioning

🧸BUTTT that doesn't mean he won't be present I just see Nami and Robin doing it like they'll dress him but he picked out the outfit. He just doesn't like the trouble of fighting a toddler into their clothes

🧸Will totally play and rile his baby up alllllll damn day until the kid practically falls asleep on the deck then will sit there like "Awe ~they fell asleep~"

🧸Will through his baby the best parties though

🧸 Doesn't believe in bed times like the others lol or saving dessert till after dinner

🧸Just like the rest of the crew he will slingshot everywhere with his kid much to Nami and Robin's dismay

🧸Will totally get into trouble with his kid clinging to him and the usual goofy man would disappear in an instant and gets replaced with that serious Luffy that we all know and love

🧸It would notttt be pretty if someone decided to start shit with Luffy while he had his kid with him like literally all hell would break losse

🧸Ultimate blast of haki would knock out everyone in his path but he got some good genes so expect his kid to just tough it out with no issue

🧸Will run into Smoker one day and I could see the man totally ignore the pirate and his kid so they could escape, Smoker would deny it till the day he dies though

🧸 Would put his hat on his kid a whole bunch of times just to see them smile and giggle

🧸Honestly Luffy wouldn't notice a struggle of being a single dad with a crew as amazing as his, it's more than a crew it's a family

🧸So when his kid one day asks -

"Daddy? Where's my mommy? Don't I have a family?" Luffy would just laugh as he place his hat on his kid's little head, watching their tiny hands go to push it up out of their eyes. "What do you mean? We're all your family! Who needs one mom when you have two!" He'll cheerfully say as he goes and points at the two women. His kid would match his smile perfectly as he just carries on without a care in the world. Luffy would observe the way his kid runs around the deck jumping and laughing around and would just swell with pride.

"Yeah I definitely picked the best crew."

Zoro - The Always Matching One

🧸I picture Zoro's situation would be him with his girl for a bit before she finally tells him that she's done and that she's not taking the kid with her.

🧸 Zoro would be one of those dudes to be like "Fine fuck you, we don't need you anyways."

🧸We've all seen the babysitting episode lol so that man would be a great single dad but someone get him a bell cause not only will he get lost but now he dragged his damn child into the mix too.

🧸Sanji will have to pack him a lunch bag no matter what or where they are just because he is scared the mosshead would get lost and have his kid starve.

🧸Despite their usual animosity Zoro would totally get tips on how and what to feed the baby from him, since the kitchen is Sanji's domain he would spend a bit more time with him

🧸Zoro if he had a girl will totally put little ponytails in their hair and they would not be perfect at all lol they would be randomly placed but she would be obsessed with them

🧸If he has a son then he would give him the same hair cut as him, if his boy wants a fade then Zoro gets a fade. If his son wants a buzz cut then Zoro gets one too lol

🧸Will totally dress his kid just like him too lol Unlike Luffy who just grabs whatever looks cool or has fun designs lol Zoro would look at each shirt and top in deep thought lol

🧸"Hmmmm. We'll do black today." Zoro would mumble to his kid who just waits stoically on his bed

🧸Zoro would totally nap in the son with his kid until Chopper yells at him that he's exposing their delicate skin to too much direct sunlight and it would nearly give Zoro a heart attack thinking he's almost killing his kid

🧸Would only calm down till Robin and Chopper give him a long talk about the do's and don'ts of a baby's skin lol

🧸 For the sake of humor lates say his baby has eczema he would see that and think he gave his baby a sun rash from sleeping outside a lot lol would totally panic until Chopper finds him a special cream

🧸Zoro is gonna train his baby in the way of swords hands down lol

🧸 Would totally find his kid a matching bandana lol don't fight me on this he would want his kid to match him as much as possible lol

🧸Would scuff at his kid trying to weight lift with a one pound weight "HA! That's all you got kid? Weak!" He would tease making his kid laugh, "Shh daddy don't say that! I too small shhh!" His kid would say wagging their finger dramatically with an eye roll lol

🧸 Just like Luffy he would bathe more instead of using those mini tubs he would say fuck it and just take one with the baby because it would be easier that way (If this weirds you out please seek help!!!)

🧸TEACHES THAT BABY TO SWIM!!!! With all those devil fruit users he would be damned if he let his kid sail the sea without knowing how to swim

🧸His kid would have the same scowl as him no doubt

🧸Zoro would pretend to sleep most times but he's actually super nervous

🧸 Would constantly wonder if he's doing a good job

🧸Way more strict than Luffy but one little pout and the man is folding

🧸Can totally see Robin reading stories to his kid and him joining in to listen lol

🧸Would totally explain to his kid how their mother left them but it was okay because he has a bunch of family there on the ship

Sanji- The 'Uses His Kid To Flirt' One

🧸 His scenerio would be like something out of a movie. Waking up to a crying baby only to find a little bundle all wrapped up left in a box or a basket with a note that the baby was his and the mother was long gone and don't come looking for her.

🧸Yes Sanji would be devastated since he loved his mother and always pictured his child would have the same bond but oh well

🧸 Best single dad IDC lol

🧸Will keep that baby strapped to his chest everywhere he goes, won't need help changing or feeding the baby at all

🧸Will accept the ladies and others help thought but honestly I don't see him needing it

🧸Will panic whenever his kid seems even slightly sick

🧸Will read the baby bed time stories and besides Law, he would be the only one to set up a bedtime

🧸Will use one of those baby bathes and will always keep his kid squeaky clean with their hair prim and proper

🧸Sanji would make his baby the best little snack platters

🧸I already made him a girl dad headcanon so for this lets say he has a boy lol whewwwww would he get jealous

🧸His little boy would be way more smooth than him, and since his daddy can cook best believe he learned the skill too. So he would go over to Nami and Robin with little treats that he prepared like "Here you go, made special with love for the prettiest ladies that sail the sea~"

🧸Sanji would catch his baby sprawled up with the ladies wearing little sunglasses as they literally fawn all over him

🧸If he has a boy best believe little dude is wearing the finest suits right along with him lol

🧸Just like Zoro he would want to match his kid all the time lol but wouldn't match the hair lol he loves his long blonde hair too much

🧸Would totally take the time at some point to visit Zeff and introduce his kid formally. Zeff would treat that kid like gold lol

🧸I could totally see Zeff being one of those grandparents who are so laid back and if the kid spills something he'll be like oh that's alright and Sanji's eyes would nearly pop out cause when he was that age Zeff would practically chew him a new one lol

🧸Sanji would also explain everything to his kid about how their mother left, would've totally kept the note for the day they start asking questions

🧸Would totally be way easier for him to pick up chicks when he has a cute kid as a wingman/woman lol

🧸Would use his kid for everythinnngggg lol to get discounts shopping for food, to get dates, to get out of trouble with Nami and Robin lol literally everything

🧸Just like Zoro he's gonna teach his kid to swim lol there's only so many on the ship that can swim in the ocean so he has to make sure his kid will be safe

🧸Will also try to teach his kid to fight and defend themselves, he used to get bullied by his family so he wants his kid to be able to stand strong

🧸Will randomly wake up at night just to admire his kid

🧸Like Luffy throws amazing parties and cooks them the best cake they could ever eat

🧸Would always wonder if he did something wrong to his kids mother to make her want to miss such a special experience. Could totally see him blame himself until his kid looks at him one day and says he's the best daddy a kid could ever ask for

Law - The Strict One

🧸Best single dad even more than Sanji lol

🧸 Will do all his kids checkups and appointments, that kid would be the healthiest out of all of them lol

🧸Would have no problem with night feedings and changing diapers

🧸Honestly he could care less that the mother is out of the picture he would boss up and raise the baby regardless

🧸Law would cook such balanced meals for his kid lol that kid wouldn't even know what junk food is until someone gives them some behind Law's back lol

🧸Would keep that baby clean as a whistle but I don't see him being able to do hair, that man is a great surgeon but I feel like he would be useless doing hair lol

🧸Would totally buy his kid all types of colorful clothes and toys to help with their eye development. "Baby's need high contrast colors in their young age, it helps with development." He'll tell Bepo as he fills up a huge basket full of baby stuff lol

🧸Don't fight me on this I've said it in my girl Dad headcanons but he would get his kids doctor sets lol and a lab coat

🧸Will totally read to his child and teach them things way earlier than most, his baby is smart just like him lol

🧸His kid will have his smug attitude for sure lol

🧸I can see Law running into the straw hats with the baby strapped to his chest, his face as hard as he could possibly make it but would have to try not to blush when Nami and Robin just gush over his cute little baby (the baby looks just like him so them calling his kid cute is them low-key calling him cute lol somehow kill him before he dies of a heart attack lol)

🧸I can see Law having a very minimal love life even before his kid so now add his child he then well.. he has no love life at all lol

🧸Just like Sanji would use the power of his kid to get out of situations lol needs a discount on medical supplies? He's having his kid as the store clerk then lol "Excuse me ma'am could we have a bulk of your gauze for a 5% discount please I'm studying to be a doctor like my father." SUCCESS lol his kid would totally win over the store clerks heart lol

🧸Law doesn't have that much stamina when it comes to his powers so I can see him train wayyyy longer now that he has a child he never wants to be in a situation that his energy gets depleted

🧸Will shambles his kid instead of yelling down the halls of the polar Tang lol

🧸Will swap out random stuff using his d.f. powers because it makes his kid laugh for whatever reason lol

🧸I can see his kid finding a toy that looks like Bepo and Law will instantly get it for him lol

🧸Will catch his kid napping with Bepo, little kid all snuggled up to the soft man and he would have tons of pictures hidden in his wallet

🧸Will be one of those parents that makes time blocks for his kids activities lol like an hour of crafts, an hour of outside play, a 20 minute swimming lesson with Bepo and so on and so on lol

🧸Will definitely be strict "No ice cream until you've had your dinner I don't want to hear it."

🧸 Law would be one of those parents like Sanji to keep a box of his kids artwork lol even though they'll be too little and it'll just be a page of scribbles lol

🧸Will teach his kid how to use a sword just like him lol

🧸Will honestly be chill like Luffy when it comes to the whole mom thing because as a doctor he knows he can't choose what a person does with their life so he wouldn't give it much thought but would definitely explain the situation to his little one

@none-of-ur-business-fuck-off

[kate-inthedarkness]

nepo baby eli x nepo baby reader... maybe?? please 🙏♡

Oooo omg I love this idea!!

Think I might make this into a little series if people enjoy this xxx

Honey Sweet, Pt.1 - Eli Hewson

Pt.1 Pt.2

Elijah Hewson x nepobaby!fem!reader

Summary: Even though you and Eli have been apart of each other’s lives for years due to your parents being friends, the two of you were never really close. But when both of your families decide to go on holidays together, things change between you…

Warnings: friends (kinda) to lovers, a slight amount of nepotism lol, and this is a bit short, sorry! The second part will be much longer hehehe.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the Bahamas. The sound of laughter and splashing water filled the air as families in the villas near by enjoyed their vacations.

You found yourself lounging on a beach chair, reading a book you picked up in the airport, the salty breeze tousling your hair, while the backdrop of both your and Eli’s parents joyous laughter echoed behind you.

Eli wasn’t far from you. He was sprawled out on a towel, AirPods in, seemingly lost in his own world.

The two of you had known each other since childhood, bound by the intertwined lives of your famous families. Bono and Ali Hewson being his parents while Jon Bon Jovi was your dad. Both legends in the rock side of the music business.

The two of you only ever really saw each other when his family visited New York or New Jersey, or the odd time your family would head over to Ireland. But whenever the time came to be faced with each other, the two of you were never overly excited to see each other.

You didn’t truly hated each other, but there had always been an invisible wall separating you—a mix of rivalry and indifference.

“Hey, Eli! You wanna go for a swim?” You called, surprising yourself with the offer. Eli looked up, pulling one AirPod out.

“Did you just ask me to join you for a swim?” He replied, a hint of skepticism in his tone.

“Maybe,” you smirked, trying to hide your own surprise. You were both in your 20s now, and perhaps this vacation was a chance to break down some of those walls.

With a slight shrug, he stood up, brushing sand off his legs. “Alright, let’s see if you can keep up.”

Before you could say anything he sprinted down to the sea front, and it became clear to you that he was instigating a race.

And there was no fucking way you were letting him win.

You sprinted up to him as fast as you possibly could, making it your business to get in the water first. From the looks of it, Eli wasn’t really quite the runner, but he did have a good amount of speed on his side.

Luckily for you though, you had years of track running working in your favour. And it showed when you splashed into the warm water first, Eli following only seconds later.

Laughter had replaced the awkward tension that had characterised your childhood and teenage interactions. You both emerged from under the surface of water with grins that mirrored the suns brightness.

“Not too shabby. You know, for a Nepo baby,” you teased, the two of you swimming side by side.

“Ha! Says you Ms. Bongiovo herself.” He quipped back with a smug grin on his face, making you smile.

“Yeah, yeah. You got me there. Forget sometimes I’m not in the position to pick on you for it.” You chuckled, splashing some water towards him.

The afternoon unfolded with playful banter and shared stories. You learned about the early days of when the band just started, his love for the craft that seemed to run deep in their family, obviously.

In return, you shared your own dreams, aspirations, and the weight of expectation that came to having a famous parent.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you both found a quiet spot on the private beach you were so lucky to have just to yourselves, sitting on the warm sand.

“I have to say, I guess we never really gave each other a chance,” Eli spoke, his voice softer now.

“Yeah, I guess we didn’t,” you replied, looking out at the horizon. “But I’m glad we’re getting to know each other now.”

In that moment, something shifted between the two of you—an unspoken understanding and connection began to form. The laughter and teasing faded, replaced by a shared vulnerability that felt both new and exhilarating.

“Do you think we could be friends? Like, not half arsed friends because we’ve been forced to or anything. I mean actually be friends.” He asked, a shy smile creeping onto his face.

“Definitely,” you smiled back, feeling a warmth spreading in your chest. “It’d be my pleasure.”

The waves lapped gently at your feet, echoing a promise of something beautiful blooming between you two, a bond that had finally found its roots

As darkness enveloped the beach, you both sat together, talking under the stars before getting ready for dinner, the sound of the ocean weaving it’s magic around your new friendship.

But, something in your gut was telling you that there was more. More than just a friendship. And you’d make it your main priority of this trip to find out if your gut feeling is right or wrong.

[sunderingstars]

zayne x reader + expressing his emotions/feelings via his and reader's heartbeat? Since he's not *just* her doctor...🪐

♡ heartbeat (zayne x reader) ♡

what the stars reveal: no gender signifiers for reader, (but can be assumed fem based off the game’s mc), slight allusions to lore, poetic prose taken directly from my brain at 3am

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ જ⁀➴ thank you for the suggestion, anon !! i feel like this ask was made just for me because i use zayne’s heartbeats as a way to de-stress every day LOL. i got a little bit carried away so i hope more than a few paragraphs is fine :3

It had started as a joke. Some silly, off-the-cuff banter you didn’t even remember starting, much less continuing until the two of you sat face-to-face on the couch in his office. It didn’t really matter, in your mind, how it happened. All that mattered was the thrumming; the steady rhythm of a heart, his heart, resting warm and stable under layers of skin and fabric.

It didn’t occur to you to be embarrassed. Not when you could feel it against your fingertips, burning through the outer layers of Zayne’s frost-tipped skin, coming to rest against you like a flower, like some sort of fragile thing with petals of ice. If you could, you wished to hold it in your hands, softly, tenderly, in the vain hope it would never crack. A prayer, perhaps, to a god you couldn’t remember.

“What is your verdict, doctor?” the teasing lilt of the last word brought you back to yourself, to the man in front of you. Zayne looked at you, eyes sparkling in amusement.

You coughed lightly. “It’s… uh… normal.” You didn’t remove your hand. “But kind of weird.”

Zayne’s heart stuttered along with his chuckle. “Weird?”

“Yes, weird,” you repeated, letting the lull of his heart diffuse from your fingertips to your chest. “I feel like I’m going to fall asleep.”

A beat of silence. “Go ahead, then.”

You blinked. Part of you thought you must’ve heard wrong — perhaps his heartbeat was laced with some sort of hallucinogen — but when you looked back to him, to the soft upturn at the corners of his mouth, you realized he was serious.

“What?” you asked. “Just like that?”

Zayne raised his eyebrows. “Why not? Leading research suggests that eight to ten hours of sleep is best for optimal performance. And someone I know is falling behind in that regard.”

You considered it, humming. Then you leaned forward until the side of your head replaced your hand on his chest. From here, you could hear the tempo picking up pace directly in your ear.

“It’s even weirder now,” you said.

“Is it?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe it likes you.”

You smiled against his chest. “Maybe I like it, too. Maybe, even, I want to give it a big kiss on t—”

“Go to sleep.” His tone was faux-stern, the way he sounded when he wasn’t fully committed to deflecting something. You could have kept prying, you knew, just to see how far the heart metaphor would go, but you decided to give his actual heart a break.

“Fine,” you said. “But I hope it knows it belongs to a great doctor.”

Another stutter against your ear. “I’ll be sure to pass on the message.”

Content, you settle against him, not caring that you’re still half-sitting. It’s easy, then, to listen. To wash away. To hear the sounds of rising, falling, cresting like snowcapped mountains and falling stars, and feel as though you’re a falling star yourself, hopeless.

“I wonder if it loves me,” you murmur, half-conscious, half-hopeful, half-blurred.

The last thing you hear is the low timbre of Zayne’s voice, softer than you’ve ever heard it, sending you off into the dark.

“It does.”

💙 bonus hc 💙: zayne has different ways to check heartbeats depending on how close he is to someone. for his normal days on the job, he uses a stethoscope, but when it comes to those he gets close to, he’ll take it by wrist pulse or neck. when the two of you start dating, he becomes a fan of pretending he can only take your pulse if he’s resting his head against your chest, which usually leads to him falling asleep on you.

© 2024, written by sunderingstars. do not copy, repost, translate, modify, or claim my work as your own.

[pollux-starsz]

to show how much a really like this au here's (not even) a quarter of the doodles ive done for it! (I have way too many to count)

Dca Slasher au belongs to @wyervan !! Check it out :3c

Unfortunately I cant add more because there's only a 10 image per post thing on tumblr so im gonna cry in a corner anyways!! art under the cut + small context for each one!

1. Moon is just sleeping. He's eepy and needed to sleepy💤

2. Kalamela! She's looking at you like "Hmmm.." What have you done. /silly

3. Sunny boy going... shopping? Not sure what my brain was picturing but oh well XDD

4. Girls day ON!!, gotta love when the waitress you see every day wants to hang out with you at 3am ykwim

5. Girls day OFF!! Taking a much need break from being exhausted 24/7-365!! Let them have their drinks in peace☕

6. This was actually the very first concept art I did for Kalamela and it stuck lol, that and also i was too lazy to do any more as it was like 2am (yes the sun and moon key chains are reference to the slasher boys gotta love 'em)

7. This was actually just a silly thought but I couldn't get it out of my head that Moon would wake up at midnight and down a bowel of cereal while standing in the middle of the kitchen shirtless as Sun stares with a "what the actual fuck" face

8. Kalamela! This was mostly bc I've been working on a beach day comic and needed to figure out what kind of bathing suit this woman would wear so I was trying out a few designs :P

9. Slasher Sun in a dress slasher sun in a dres slasher sun in a dr

10. Hugs for Moonie, she loves that man. He was a bit taken aback from her immediate tossing herself into his arms sorta thing but hey, what can a gal do

More rambles

- I have this very odd image in my head of Moon, Sun and Kalamela going to the gym and that's how they find out she's ripped and muscular as fuck and then they fall even harder in love because mmmm women

- Kalamela isn't used to be treated to outings and whatnot, so I like to think if they took her out to a nice place like a local theme park or something like a restaurant to eat together, she would be so awkward it's actually insane. Wdym she's been hiding in the bathroom for a solid 25 minutes and they're both worried about her

- Unfortunately, I did scrap the idea of Ethan! Buuttt I replaced it with two kids, Gabriel and Jamie (both boys) who often visit her and stay with her because they live nearby! The two are a bit crazy but they care for her like a mom! I couldn't get rid of Ethan and then not give her some sort of mother/son relationship afterwards lol :')

- She once caught Moon hopping her fence because he got into a fight (dont ask how or why, i didnt think that far) and it resulted in him having to shut her up before she screamed (thinking he was some creep because there was no light outside)

- I have no shame in saying that she totally makes it obvious that she's hitting on them and checking them out whenever she can. She WILL say they have a nice ass if she must. Or bombard them with gifts. Maybe a smooch! Who knows? Yeah she definitely checks them out those have you seen those muscles? LAWD

- She feels like the type of person to be able to do a shit ton of heavy lifting on her own but will call Sun and Moon just to have their company. Plus! She gets to have an excuse so they can stay for dinner. What's a hard days work without good food?

[nevertoomanyspiders]

it's a Wheeler!

for literally no goddamn reason, have an assortment of Wheelers from various adaptations and depictions ...that aren't John R. Neill's art or Return to Oz stuff, everyone already knows those, haha.

...well ok except this one from the endpaper of Ozma of Oz because it's new to me, at least, and the gutenberg.org copy doesn't have it.

what a dang dork, bless. glad he and Tik-Tok set aside their differences to watch the race.

Illustration

from 1976 Polish edition of Ozma of Oz with art by Zbigniew Rychlicki, via Reddit:

these lads are so stylish and their oversized heads are pretty freaky, dang.

a very 17th century Wheeler from 1970 Japanese edition of Ozma of Oz, art by Sonoko Arai, via Hungry Tiger Talk:

a dang goofy Wheeler by Vlada Stolikovich, 1976. also via Hungry Tiger Talk:

anyway, fuck, um, everything else is under a cut because this post ended up a bit too long oops.

something I have a hard time finding information on beyond that what I assume to be a Korean translation (?) of an Indonesian edition (???) of Ozma of Oz with 3D CGI illustrations. would be fun to see if there's more images within. not a damn clue who made these illustrations, either.

gosh those Wheelers. dunno what the artist was going for but there's a bit of a renaissance vibe. what if this was an animated thing? on that note...

Animated adaptations

the 1987 direct-to-video short Dorothy Meets Ozma of Oz has uh. these fuckers. seemingly there's only two. probably because of low animation budget, lol.

well, I say there's two, but it's just one design with a palette swap one has blonde hair and pink coat, the other has black hair and orange coat or something. also it's not evident from the screenshots but these dorks have long, pretty eyelashes and GAWD the voice acting is. well. hear for yourselves.

one of my favourite moments is Ozma turning up, saying "Enough." and bonking a Wheeler on the head with her scepter. here's the time stamp.

oh yeah I'm sure a bunch of folks have seen the Wheelers as seen in Oz Kids courtesy of this post. they appear in the episode Who Stole Santa. (and no it wasn't the Wheelers, obviously, they're just here to be annoying and trying to prevent the characters from taking a specific path.)

the guy in purple, who I'm calling Squeky Wheel, looks a lot like the Wheeler in this Ozma of Oz chapter art by John R. Neill. poor guy got walloped pretty hard.

anyway only Squeaky talks while his two buddies remain silent. these guys are such pushovers and the kids aren't scared of them at all.

Dorothy and the Wizard of Oz (2017-2020) has these little bobble-headed goobers.

can't say I'm crazy about how they look but their characterization as reckless speedsters is a fun one. in one episode they even make friends with Tin Man after he replaces a busted wheel.

Ozu no Mahotsukai (オズの魔法使い, 1986-1987) has a... very strange interpretation of the Wheelers, but then, the series does play fast and loose with the source material as it is, which I don't mind! an adaptation doing something fun with the source material adds an element of unpredictability which I like... so, I'm not terribly surprised by how much they deviate from the book descriptions.

they wouldn't look too out of place in the B.C. comic strip.

and this segues perfectly to...

Comics

the Marvel comic adaptation of Ozma of Oz by Eric Shanower (writer) and Skottie Young (artist) probably has some of my fav depictions of the Wheelers, and I really like this variant cover (I believe it's by Eric Shanower?)

these guys are utterly freaky but also dang silly. watching these fucked up abominations bumble around defuses the terror.

there he go

so, there's the ones I've seen so far. if there's more that you know of, SEND THEM TO ME I NEED THEM SO BAD HELP

edit: OK there were some earlier Wheeler things I forgot about!

this Japanese edition has these kinda menacing looking Wheelers. I like the Osamu Tezuka influence here.

another Japanese version also covered by Hungry Tiger Talk with more robotic looking, super evil looking Wheelers, lol.

also as far as illustration, there's this old Italian edition of Ozma of Oz.

not exactly the most menacing looking Wheeler but he does have a fancy embroidered jacket.

and Billina has an adorable bonnet!

anyway that's all for now, at least.

[lightlycareless]

This is random but the mc and Naoya remind me a lot of hades and persefone.

Hiii!!!!

I haven't been able to keep this ask out of my mind; at first I was like "How?" but after revisiting the myth it got me realizing that yeah, they do have striking similarities omg.

It got me writing a bit 🙈🙈🙈 though of course I took some (a lot) liberties so please don't quote me for accuracy hahaha. Still, I hope you enjoy it 🥺

warnings: naoya is an a_hole. he thinks with his head but you know, not the one on top of his shoulders. so there's sexual innuendos but not too explicit. also, I tried not naming the gods but I couldn't help myself with some, mainly those that just... idk, made sense for me lol.

Happy reading!!

You felt trapped.

Alone. Useless, without any real motivation or purpose.

Even when your duties are indisputable, your work equally important as the other gods as your mother often said, for the mortals and their livelihood depended on it, you still feel unfulfilled. Believing a simple replacement could easily do the same, ultimately providing no real worth to your presence.

And yet, no matter your stubbornness, your mother constantly refuted your claims. Whether by inundating you with doting, reassuring words, or forcing you to stay in the mortal realm, the place where you and your mother were venerated to do their work: tending the fields, guiding expectant mothers through childbirth, and furthermore, keeping everyone healthy, sustained.

“Our duties here are important, my daughter.” She would say when noticing the dark cloud of her insecurities make way to your mind once more. “No one can do what we can.”

No, of course not, you suppose.

But it didn’t mean that’s all there is to life.

Unfortunately, that is something you wouldn’t be able to find out on your own, forced to limit yourself to what one of your mother’s friends, the only true connection you had to the outside world, said.

“Can you believe they made two gods compete for the right to name a city?” Shoko, the goddess of witchcraft, crossroads, amongst many other things, says. “If I were a higher god, I wouldn’t go through those theatrics, I’d simply do it.”

“Who ended up winning?” you wonder, deeply curious.

“Inumaki, the city is now called Inuyama.”

You chuckle.

“I would’ve liked to see how that happened.”

“Ah, you wouldn’t like it out there, you know?” she’d go on. “Mortals can be very nasty when it comes to it. You’re much safer here, with your mom.”

“But…”

“Perhaps for your birthday.” Is all that she says, every year. As always. And just when you think you’re finally to see more of moral realm, something suddenly happens, and your back at home… again.

“What about other realms? There are other gods, surely I could…”

“Absolutely not.” Shoko interrupts. “You know how your mother feels about them. Where do you think mortals get their vicious nature from?”

“From the gods…” you repeat dutifully, just like you were taught since a child.

“But not us, of course. We’re the cool ones.” Shoko attempts to jest, and you follow along, kind of. Not that it mattered, you wouldn’t be able to discern such a fact either way.

The heavens, where most gods remained, were far from your reach just the same way it was for the mortals.

And the underworld… well, you weren’t allowed to pry on that matter, less stride into it, but truth to be told you weren’t too interested in it either; not when its entire existence was the anti-thesis of your own work.

And your freedom, though you wouldn’t know so until much later.

Naoya felt trapped.

Alone. Useless, without any real motivation or purpose.

Even when his duties are indisputable, his work equally important as the other gods, if not more, he still feels unfulfilled. Any other fool could perfectly work as a replacement, providing no real worth to his presence.

But such is the weight of being the sole god in charge of a whole realm; to take care of the dead sounded as tedious as one could imagine, so more than feeling inadequate, Naoya was growing tired of it.

When the other gods could have their fun, he… well, he was relegated to taking care of their mistakes. Cleaning up after their messes, he supposes. What happens after the party is over.

Naoya never asked for this job, but when the clown of his old man decided to suddenly retire and dump him with all his duties without prior warning, he didn’t have much of a choice.

And such, that is where he stood now.

However, it didn’t mean it was always like that—there were still opportunities that rose to the occasion, the same ones he’s quick to seize, such as the party invitation he got a few days ago: a reunion for gods to have in the mortal realm with no real purpose outside of having a good time. A yearly (officially, at least) endeavor.

“The mortal realm?” Naoya repeats—in the dominion of no other but the goddess of harvest. “Now, isn’t that curious?”

The stuck-up goddess that refused to mingle with any others, apparently too good to do so, opened the doors of her very own home to host their silly little party.

It only serves to prove that her prude demure was nothing less than an act; must be if she was still willing to beget a child with one of them. Not so proper now, is she?

A daughter everyone knew of but had yet to be seen from outside rumors and whispers. Though the way she kept her in absolute secrecy, one could even dare to say she spawned her herself through her own talents.

“Probably another snotty goddess, just like her mother.” Naoya eventually concludes, a secret that doesn’t weigh much on his decision to attend, but he won’t deny that uncovering their secrets was highly intriguing: a distant goddess like her is bound to have some. Many, in fact.

Perhaps if lucky enough, he’ll even be able to put a face on that wretched daughter of hers, and who knows? If she’s adequate enough, have some fun with her too. To spoil the little flower she’s oh, so fiercely protected from his kind, ought to get an interesting reaction from her.

And if not, he could always rely on the nymphs and mortal women that always seemed to find their way to him.

These were his absolute favorites. His go-to, if you please: just a few tricks and they’ll be on their knees ready to please him.

“Will you be attending, Naoya?”

One of his fellow brothers asks, a sly smirk on his face as he puts away the letter.

“Of course. I must—after all, I have the strange feeling that something good is to happen.”

Though the Fates have long decided so.

“I hate how he makes these decisions without consulting me beforehand. How he thinks he can just order me, in my own house, to do whatever he wants!” Your mother reproached as she ordered all the nymphs to make haste for the preparations of tonight’s party.

Apparently, the location for their yearly reunion is chosen through a random fashion, as the King of the god’s fairly dictated: she just had the misfortune of being selected this time around.

Ah, but the god’s antics are not ones she’s unfamiliar with, a part of her believing this was done so intentionally after the many years she managed to escape their vices.

She’s the only one that keeps to herself all the time, after all, making it hard to believe they were even in the same pantheon, but alas, your mother will do once more what she has done so countless times before: make the best of her circumstances, and navigate through their eccentric antics—all while protecting you.

“When will they arrive?” you ask, clearly excited to host a party (that isn’t your birthday) for the first time in your life. The possibilities that this entailed were endless. You’d be meeting other gods, and they’d be meeting you too! Oh, just what kind of stories of their greatness will they share? Surely far more interesting that what you could provide.

Unfortunately…

“Just before nightfall, but don’t worry my adorable little rose, you won’t even notice them because you’ll be safely guarded in your room.” She gladly proclaims, much to your shock and disappointment.

“But, mother—”

“Not another word, Y/N. My decision is final.”

As they always are.

Just like her ensuing regret, her feeble attempts to distract you from the clear solitude you are to experience—which stopped working once you became aware of your entrapment.

“Oh, but my sweet, precious honeysuckle, don’t be sad. You’ll be in the company of your good friends! I do not wish to spoil their efforts but, they’ve prepared all kinds of fun games for you to partake in; and if that wasn’t enough, I will also be preparing your favorite snacks, so you won’t feel left out of the celebration! Now, doesn’t that sound delightful?”

“Yes, mother…” If you were younger, perhaps. But your life had always been like this, so you had no real point of comparison.

“I’ve also set up your favorite blankets just in case my little apple runs cold, and of course, how could I forget, your plushies! Which I’ve just washed so they’d be extra fluffy.”

“Mother, I’m— I’m not a child anymore.”

“Oh, but you are to me. You’ll always be my little flower.” She smiles, cupping your face and kissing your cheeks. “Now, we still have a long day ahead of us, so how about you help me? While I go pick up more fruits for tonight, you head down to the fields near the village and tend to the mortals. They’ve been quite insistent, and I don’t think I’d be able to go another day listening to their incessant prayers! Think you can do that, pumpkin?”

“Of course, mother.”

“I knew you could.” She smiles, placing one last kiss on the top of your head before retreating, forcing you into your newest duty and envy towards the mortals: to have their prayers listened to if something you could only dream of, wondering if perhaps the life of a mortal was easier than that of a god.

It must be nice to have someone to seek help from, someone that cares to listen—but who ever listens to the gods? That’s not how nature works, never will.

Maybe it was time to finally give up on that dream of yours of knowing the outside world: what goes beyond the four, firm walls of your home.

If you only knew.

Per usual, Naoya arrives a few hours late for the party.

He never liked being punctual: be there too early and the mood is as dry as his kingdom, too late and all the good selections are almost done. Tainted. And he never liked being served leftovers.

Thus, the god of the underworld knew exactly when to arrive, though others weren’t too appreciative of his tactics.

“You should at least have the decency to greet the rest!” a god says, the same one that always seemed to have a bone to pick with him.

“Not like I haven’t seen them before.” Naoya dismisses them, uninterested in saluting the gods that barely acknowledged his own presence.

“Then the host as a bare minimum. You know how difficult she is to get along with.”

“Ah, is that why her home was selected to host this year’s reunion? With hopes she’ll soften up?” Naoya teases. “He doesn’t fool anyone; he did this to irk her. Or perhaps get a glimpse of her daughter? Either way, I cannot wait to see where that takes us—think she might try to suffocate us with vines just like she did last time?”

The god ultimately concedes to his words with laugh. In the end, no matter how almighty they thought themselves, they were nothing but creatures that sought their own pleasures: whether wreaking havoc amongst their ranks or serve themselves with the devotion of those beneath them.

Just like Naoya intended to do now, already setting his eyes on the first conquest of the: an “innocent” nymph who had been batting her eyes at him since he arrived.

A good start before moving onto mortals, Naoya thinks as he takes a cup from the nearby table, drinking the tasty wine he presumes to come from your mother’s meadows, before approaching her.

“Is there something you wish to tell me, little nymph?” He breathes, a sly smirk on his face as he watches her quiver—undoubtedly out of attraction. It’s so pathetic yet endearing. Naoya’s blood rushes down at the sight of her blatant passion.

“No, of course not, my lord.” She murmurs back, eyes shyly glancing up to him, before looking away when his gaze proved too much to take. She may act coy, but she knows what she’s doing—trying to reel him in. Were all spring nymphs like this, so wanton, or was it just her?

“Is that so?” Naoya adds. “Because you’ve been staring at me since I arrived.”

“I was simply… mesmerized by your greatness.” It’s more likely that his preceding reputation gave her sufficient knowledge on what buttons to push to earn his interest—but if that wasn’t the case, she had already won his favor through her charm. A beauty worthy of the virtues she serves.

“Care to show me what my greatness has inspired within you to provoke such act?”

“I cannot do so here.” She responds, taking the bait—or perhaps he was the one to fall in her trap? “It is unbefitting of a god like you.”

Not that it mattered if he was the one to ultimately win in the end.

“Take me where, then.”

“Are you sure you don’t want us to stay?” Mariya, the oldest and most loyal of your nymphs, ponders your dismissal. She, being the one you entrusted most of your thoughts with, was the most willing when it came to refuting your mother’s firm orders. As much as she could, anyways.

“No, it’s fine.” You insist, smiling. “I don’t feel like doing anything tonight, really.”

“We prepared all this for you.” Another, Hitomi, says. “Is there really not one thing you wish to do?”

You shake your head, she sighs.

“Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no. Don’t be.” Hitomi frets. “I can only imagine how difficult this is to you.”

To have the possibility of meeting the world, and yet, forced into to your room… but this is how things always went on, right? Your safety was your mother’s utmost priority, her main purpose in life since she learned she was expecting you.

You ought to give up a losing fight after centuries under her protective watch.

At least you had their unbreakable friendship, which always strengthened your heart during your darkest moments.

“Go have fun.” You insist. “I’ll be ok; I’ll probably just head to sleep or something.”

“You know we can’t do that; your mother is going to kill us if she learns we’re not with you!” Haruko cries.

“We can stay at the meadows or even go to the nearby village; the gods won’t be there if the party is over here.” Mariya suggests. “Most of them, at least.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You smile. “Go, I’ll be fine.”

“Alright, then. Goodnight.” They say, bidding their farewells and retreating.

After getting ready to go to bed, you look out the window, taking in one last look at the god’s party; it may be far, but you could still hear the music, the cheers, the overall good time they seemed to be having. It simply reaffirmed your suspicions, you’ve never been to one, but you always imagined they were fun. They must be if they keep doing them.

You know it’s hopeless to wonder at this point, but you still play with the question if you’d ever get the chance to assist one. You didn’t even have to stay through its whole entirety, just getting a quick look around and call it a day. That’s all. You’d at least get the opportunity to say you’ve been to one!

Not that anyone’s counting.

“Maybe in a few centuries.” Is all that you say before heading to bed, ready to dive into the realm where all your deepest desires were real.

…

…

…

“I…lac…” you suddenly hear someone whisper, close enough to think it came from just outside your bedroom yet heavily disconnected from your thoughts; leading you to believe it was simply part of your imagination, perhaps even a nightmare…

Until the loud, following response proved you wrong.

“Hurry already, I don’t have time for your games!”

And then, the door suddenly slides open, jolting you awake as you try to make out the passing figures through the darkness of the night, squinting your eyes before gasping when discerning not only one of your least involved nymphs barging her way into your room, but also in the company of a man you have never seen before—a man that shouldn’t be here.

“Taeko?!” You cry, snapping the young woman out of her feverish trance and into you: the severity of her actions.

“Y/N!” It wasn’t intentional, she thought she had led her one-time lover to the guest bedroom (or any other room that wasn’t yours for that matter), but her ignorance in her very own job, and overruling desires would play against her that very night, leading to this. “I—I wasn’t—”

“Who—who is he??” you fret, and Taeko, unable to fathom the depths of her mistakes, or have the courage to face them, does the one thing that would’ve placed her in deeper water if everything else hadn’t transpired: she bails on Naoya.

Quickly letting him go, turning around, and running into the hallways, as far away as possible whilst considering voluntary exile—a punishment she knew would get in the end if this somehow made way to your mother’s ears.

But until then, you’d have to deal with her wrongdoings instead: a slightly tipsy Naoya that has yet to understand what just transpired, struggling to whether be angry at the nymph who had the audacity to abandon him… or admiring the breathtaking beauty that stood before him.

A much, much more alluring sight that’s got him considering how he could even settle for something lower, when you were right here?

Naoya, against his very own survival, chooses the latter. Because even through the murkiness of his mind, he’s still able to discern the fact that your kind of exquisiteness is not one he gets to see every century—thus, should enjoy as much as he could.

Unfortunately, you do not think the same.

“Who—who are you?” you breathe, tightly clenching onto your blankets. If being invaded in the privacy of your own bedroom wasn’t enough, you still had the misfortune of being exposed in your nightgown.

Why is this happening to you? Is this the fate’s twisted way of fulfilling your prayers of meeting the outside world?

“Do you not know who I am??” Naoya gasps, offended by your seeming ignorance. Looks like alcohol wasn’t enough to sway his narcissistic tendencies, because in his mind, how is it possible for anyone to not know who the king of the Underworld is?

“No, I… don’t.” you press your lips together. And this partly infuriates and amuses him. You must be the kind of girl that likes to tease before succumbing to him; you’re only lucky that he finds you deliriously attractive, because had it been anyone else—

“You’re—you’re bleeding.”

Huh?

“Wh—what?” He groans. “What do you mean I’m bleeding??”

“There, on your side, you’re—you’re bleeding.” You repeat, pointing at the splotch of gold that extended the longer it went unattended, staining his robes.

Naoya looks down, quickly remembering the origin of said wound: a small altercation with some defiant subject just a few days ago before tonight. Or more likely, confronted by the husband of a nameless lover he bedded. It wasn’t supposed to happen, of course, but even almighty gods like him could suffer through their arrogance.

All that was left to wonder is how it managed to reopen again, was it his poor job at patching it up? Or the accidental bumps along the road your bedroom, courtesy of Taeko’s and his eagerness?

Guess it doesn’t matter now that he’s in this situation—though he didn’t expect you to rush to his aid.

“Wait, let me help you.” You insist before he’s able to do as much as move, rushing towards a nearby cabinet and taking out a small aid kit, filled with all kinds of utilities one might come to need in situations like this. Your accessibility to such things makes Naoya chuckle, already labeling you as prone to incidents. How adorable.

“…What?” you ask, quickly growing flustered at his reaction.

“Does this happen to you often?” He teases, his golden eyes taking in your face now that you light up a nearby candle; you were even more gorgeous like this. Though he preferred you… with less. “Do gods stumble upon your bedroom quite frequently?”

“No.” you frown. “This was for me. I’d often prick my fingers when I first started my duties … but that was a long time ago.”

“Ah, let me guess—a spring nymph?” Though for a nymph, you sure had commodities honorable of a goddess. And the perfect mounds on your chest too—Naoy has never been happier in his life to be given such a sight. He’d let himself get wounded more frequently if that was the reward.

You were tempted to correct his wrongful assumptions soon after, feeling somewhat afflicted that he’d confuse you, however your mother’s warnings are quick to step in, telling you to keep your identity a secret and let him believe you were nothing more than a serving spirit to the goddess of harvest. But why?

“Yes. I am.” You respond. “I take care of my moth—of the goddesses meadows and fields”

“Silly little nymph, you’re supposed to be careful when—ouch!”

You sharply pressed against his wound in retaliation, whether by his current remark of the pasts, it didn’t matter. What mattered is that you made the god of the dead eat his words.

“Sorry, I guess my hand just slipped.” You responded nonchalantly, moving on with your work. “You know, silly little nymph things.”

“Fine, fine. I get it.” Naoya squirms once more underneath your healing craft, cleaning and patching his wound with unprecedented care… that takes his whole attention upon noticing the striking warmth emanating from your hands.

Followed by the uncharacteristic calmness that engulfed his senses, leaving behind his lustful desires in favor of… peace. Silence.

Something he has never experienced before with anyone else, not even those that proclaimed their utmost loyalty to him.

And certainly not with a nameless nymph, whom he rightfully assumed to be lying about her true identity. You had to be much, much more than that if this was the effect you had on him.

But what?

Just who are you?

“It’s not a deep wound so it should heal quickly; with the right cares, at least.” You note, performing the last adjustments to his treatment before retracting. “There, it’s done. Good as new.”

“I hardly constitute a patch worthy of a god.”

“I guess I could’ve just let you bleed out.” You snap back, Naoya smirks, finding your quick answers amusing. Cute, even.

Definitely cute.

“But I guess I owe you my thanks, don’t I?” Naoya says, reaching out for your warm hands, convincing himself it was with the sole purpose of tasting you, and not because he wanted to bask deeper into your gentleness. Lulled into peace.

You, however, instinctively attempt to break away from his grasp, but the moment you give his touch a second longer of your consideration, you find yourself unable to resist him. The coarse edge on his skin that signifies an extensive, powerful story yet, laments the pain he must’ve endured to get to that point.

A deeper meaning to his presence which you soon verify to that of a god, just as he drunkenly admitted not so long ago.

A god.

He wasn’t delirious; he told the truth.

But still, he wasn’t supposed to be here, your mother—she wouldn’t like it.

And yet…

“What—what are you doing?” you blink, taken aback by his sudden closeness. His intentions were clear, he intended to do the only thing he knew to repay favors for little things like you, which your mind called for you to cease immediately!

But then, your heart… succumbed to the magnetic energy calling you to him; something, somehow, was slowly telling your subconscious that he was much, much more than what your eye saw.

That you’ve met him before, in some… lifetime. In some future, and today, right now, this kiss was the only way you’d recognize him.

So why won’t you just give…in…—

“Y/N!” With otherworldly timing, your mother suddenly calls for you, innocently performing her routinary checks on her adorable flower, while presenting perfect excuse to get a breather from the obnoxious gods she could not wait to see out of her haven.

Your hidden salvation, Naoya’s damnation.

“Y/N, darling, are you ok? Asleep already?”

“Mother!” you gasp, quickly freeing yourself from Naoya’s grasp and looking over to the door, where her footsteps were quickly approaching. Louder, and louder…!

“Mother?” Naoya repeats, unsure if he’s heard right—or perhaps even unwilling. Surely, this wasn’t possi—

No. it wouldn’t be impossible. If anything, it just made every make sense!

“She’s your mother?!” He breathes again. “The goddess of harvest is your mother?!”

“You’re not supposed to be here.” You swiftly say, completely disregarding his shock and subsequentially pushing him towards the window, the only route of escape he had this very moment less he wished to face her ire: which legends only described as devastating. “Get out, hurry!”

“Y/N… I saw your nymph’s out by the fields—is everything alright? Why did you dismiss them? Oh, don’t tell me you got into an argument…”

“No, mom, of course not! I just wanted to sleep early, that’s all!” you respond, returning to Naoya. “Get out, now!”

With one strong, unprecedented push, Naoya finally falls out your window with a loud thud that’s thankfully deafened by the nearby party; but even overwhelmed with pain, and some frustration at your imposing rejection, all he could utter was—

“When will I see you again?” he asks; the first time in his life doing so. Naoya just… he was unwilling to let you go.

Not when he’s yet to have you.

…Yet to know more of you.

Of the goddess with the warm hands, the gentle touch.

The sweet, rose-like scent that remains imprinted in his mind for eras to come.

“Never.” You firmly assess before shutting the window.

But he doesn’t let it get to him, if anything, it’s an invitation, a challenge—

A pursuit of the question that is left lingering on both your and his mind once the night is over:

What is this feeling settling in my heart?

I have like 5 more parts in the work so have fun looking forward to that :)

[hollycherrybitch]

hello!! i loved ur cole fic with the sayori/ezreal-like reader!! can you do the same but with nya instead? (but reader isnt like sayori a lot, more like ezreal if u can do that) thank you!!!!

🍒 ~ I missed your warm hands ~ 🍒

Characters: Nya, slight mentions of the others

Genre: angst ig, and fluff

Warnings: Uh, just some angst.

Author's note: Me suffering with writers block be like lol. Anyways, I'm glad to know you like that fic! Besides that, I love nya<3 She's a damn girl boss, I tell you, a girl boss! Anyways, I hope you like this as much as you did with the other fic. Enjoy<3

🍒 ~ She does not like you.

🍒 ~ She doesn't hate you! She just doesn't like you.

🍒 ~ Your Like Kai but more irritating and different.

🍒 ~ Girl loves her brother but he gives her headaches and I feel her 💔

🍒 ~ Don't even start flirting with other girls. She'll just materialize behind you.

🍒 ~ [Y/n] a girl behind—

🍒 ~ Expect to be yanked back by the back of your clothes and be dragged all the way back to your group, while the guys (Kai, jay, and cole) laugh at your misery with the other two just watched unamused.

🍒 ~ Like how I drag my brother—

🍒 ~ Anyways, I'll come clean with y'all. She may have a small crush on you.

🍒 ~ Yeah, maybe kick out the word small. She has a massive crush on you! She just doesn't admit it!!

🍒 ~ Like, girl, I know we have secrets but it's okay to share, Yk??

🍒 ~ Anyways, let's skip to the good part.

🍒 ~ Nya got the eyes of an eagle. She would instantly notice something off about you the moment her eyes met yours.

🍒 ~ The subtle glow in your eyes just, gone. Replaced by a dark, cold depth of the deep ocean.

🍒 ~ She would notice your smile was not the usual teasing, egoistic smirk. Just a fake smile. A fake smile she instantly noticed.

🍒 ~ At first, she thought you were having a bad day and just told herself that you might be better tomorrow.

🍒 ~ but days turned to weeks and your usual self didn't show.

🍒 ~ Even the others noticed.

🍒 ~ Your once regular visits stopped. Only visiting once a week.

🍒 ~ And during those visits they would notice how your eyes looked dark and gloomy, and the tired look on your face.

🍒 ~ It honestly worried her and the others.

🍒 ~ Every time she ask what's wrong. You'll come up with a horrible excuse and leave the room before she could say anything.

🍒 ~ To the point it irritated her.

🍒 ~ And, now. Here she is. Standing outside your apartment door.

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Your door bell rings, it's an annoying sound of a chime waking you up from your dreamless slumber.

You didn't have the energy to talk at this time, but you forced yourself out of bed. Grumbling under your breath as you made your way to the door.

You sighed irritably closing your eyes, looking down before opening your door. "What do you want." You said, not even a question. All you wanted was to go back to bed and continue your horrible crying to sleep.

"Hey, sleepyhead."

Your eyes flew open before looking up. You made eye contact with the familiar ocean blue eyes that you loved to stare at.

"nya?" You called her name in the softest tone, your eyes softening when she smiled at you.

Nya chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. "Hey, I thought I'd come for a visit. Um, can I come in?" She sheepishly smiled.

Still in shock, you snapped out of your stare before stepping aside. "Of course, come in."

~ 🍒 ~

You and nya sat on your couch, a few inches apart. Awkward silence settling around you both th except for the occasional sound of vehicles outside and the sound of ticking from your clock.

You absently fidget with your fingers, staring at the wooden floor with furrowed eyebrows. "So... Is there any reason you came for a visit?" You asked, looking at her before back to staring at the floor.

Nya sighed, before turning her head to you. "Actually, yes there is."

"oh." You're suddenly feeling nervous. "So, um, what is it?"

"What's going on with you, [Y/n]?"

Immediately, your fingers stopped fidgeting. You froze. Like a deer in the spotlight. You stayed silent, staring blankly at the floor but, you continued to listen.

Nya shifted, her body now facing yours, as she wore a worried expression on her face. "[Y/n], seriously, you haven't been your usual self. You barely visit us. As if, you're avoiding us... Avoiding me..." She fell silent at the end, her eyes began to tear up, a hand clenching on her chest.

You clenched your eyes close, taking in a quiet yet shaky breath. You wanted comfort, to tell her, tell her all the things you wanted to tell her. Your problems, your emotions, and your pain.

But you could only lower your head.

Nya remained sitting, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks, and watching them fall to her fist clenched hands through her blurry vision. "Everyone was worried for you, [Y/n]. We all are." Wiping her tears, she took a shaky breath. "The guys miss you, especially Kai. And I... Miss you."

The world around you both went quiet. Seems unreal to you. She missed you? Why would she miss you?

"Why? Why would you miss me? Out of all people?" Looking up, you locked eyes that you loved to stare at, your eyebrows furrowing.

Nya stayed silent but she reached out for both of your hands, holding them with her own warm, delicate ones.

You only watched, feeling your cheeks heat up a bit but your eyes never left hers as she smiled at you.

"Because I like you, you idiot."

Wait, she likes you??? YOU?!?

You only looked away, trying to fight the blush creeping up your cheeks while hiding a smile. But you couldn't stop the laugh escaping. Instead, you only held her hands with your own, bringing them to your lips, kissing hers knuckles before looking back at her.

"Gosh, nya. You really know how to make me smile in different ways."

"And I forgot how I missed your hands."

Author's note: I have to go back and read your request and realised I made it wrong. So, whoopsie... I'm sorry if this was not what you wanted it to be :[

I have too many writers block while Making this. And I was too lazy changing it again due to how many times I have to change it ಥ⁠╭⁠╮⁠ಥ

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[verycoolusername1]

for a Jamie Drysdale fic could you write about how he has a plus size girlfriend and some people make fun of her but Jamie has her back and she soon enough sticks up for herself and tell them something like “you’re mad i have a hottie like Jamie and you don’t” type thing….. sorry if this doesn’t make sense. if it doesn’t just take what you understand and make and great fic of it!

So Hot

Summary: In which 'fans' have a lot to say about your and Jamie's relationship and you had enough.

Jamie Drysdale x plus size!reader

Warning: Cursing and reader is a bad bitch I'm afraid!

A/N: This was actually so fun to write. lol much better than that essay I have to write... also sorry if you like olives, you don't like them in this

You scrolled through the comments of Jamie's new post mindlessly. It was only a simple post. People in the comments say he could do so much better than you or something about your weight, which was already a hard topic for you.

But what really pissed you off was someone saying something bad about Jamie, a horrible assumption about your relationship, and bought up his injury that he recently recovered from.

Jamie came through the door as if being summoned, groceries in his hands.

"Babe, I'm back!" He called out to you.

You turned off your phone and threw it across the couch, not wanting to deal with it right now.

You made your way to the kitchen where you were greeted by Jamie, a shy smile on his face.

"Oh god Jamie what did you do?" You looked at him.

Jamie's face flushed. "I didn't do anything."

"Then what's with the suspicious face, handsome?" You asked.

Jamie loved it when you called him that more than you would like to admit.

"I- okay." He reached in the bag and got out a teddy bear wearing a flyers jersey. "I couldn't help it, looked so cute. Reminds me of someone I know."

You took the teddy bear from him and looked at it. "Yeah, I guess I can see the resemblance between you two."

Jamie chuckled as he touched your waist and moved you closer. "I was talking about you."

"I know, baby." You grinned.

Jamie pecked your lips softly. As he kissed you, you couldn't help but wonder about the comments on his post and if he had seen it.

Jamie being the amazing boyfriend he is, senses your unease. "What's wrong?"

You shrugged. "Nothing... just thinking."

Jamie put his hands on his hips as he looked at you sternly. "About?"

You sighed, giving in to Jamie's puppy eyes. "I read comments under your latest post."

"Were they bad? Do you need me to say something about it? You know I don't like it when people say things about us." Jamie began to ramble.

You kissed Jamie's cheek softly. "It's fine babe, I'll handle it."

Jamie looked at you. "Okay... if you say so. Now, I was thinking of trying out this new recipe... I know you don't like olives so I replaced those with cucumbers."

You nodded along to what Jamie was saying, his eyes somehow brightens brighter as he does so.

Together, the two of you began to prep for dinner. After that was done, you decided to cuddle on the couch.

Jamie laid proudly on top of you, trapping you between him and the couch. Watching some episode of The Office that you weren't paying attention to, your sole focus being on Jamie.

You sneakily took a photo of him on your phone, your heart warming at the sight when an idea popped in your head... you should post this on instagram.

You was set with the idea that you didn't notice Jamie has set his attention to you, craning his neck as he did so.

"What are you up to baby?" Jamie asked.

You grinned down at him. "Nothing." He gave you a look. "Okay fine... I took a photo of you and I was gonna post it on my story to show you off."

Jamie stifled a laugh as he listened to you. "Show me off?"

You nodded. "Yes, show you off! You're just a little human sized teddy bear, everyone has to know."

"I'm glad you think I'm cute but what photo are you posting?" Jamie asked.

"Just of us cuddling, I like just took it." You smiled shyly.

Jamie hummed. "Yeah, post it. I feel nice right here."

You chuckled. "I know you do."

You went on your way to post the photo on your story with the caption. "Living my best life with my lover boy <3"

You smiled, seeming satisfied with the post. You ran your fingers through Jamie's hair, the love you two share grows only stronger tonight.

[lsunstreakerl]

rads au my new beloved 😭

like, jesus, being told by your instructor "i'll have you watch but then you're going to do it" and in the back of your mind, you're like "i am?"

we never saw anything in the times where we were called down to the ED for rehab evals (like i said, if it was REALLY bad, they skip us and go downtown) but I've watched a few ortho surgeries. besides being told very firmly "whatever you do, do NOT cross the sterile field and do NOT touch anything" they didnt really explain what they were doing. so when they're scrubbing in and putting on what look like literal space suits, I didn’t ask anything. and the nurse told me "if you stand here you'll have a good view" (standing looking in the direction from the patient's feet while theyre lying on the operating table)

but then she said "whenever he picks up the mallet, you should get out of the way" and then didn't elaborate 💀

turns out they wear those suits with the face shield because shit goes flying 😭 but they did let me hold some of the excess cement used when putting joint replacements in to feel the exothermic reaction as it hardens, so that was pretty cool

anyway, the part about not giving away little pieces of your heart to each patient is true. and the part about caring too much sometimes. there will be patients that keep you up at night, but if you dont leave that shit at work for the most part, you're begging for burnout

adore max in peds btw. i just KNOW he's got games and jokes at the ready ❤️

the phrase "see one, do one, teach one" is always going to make my palms sweat genuinely. like the intro to a horror movie.

ORTHO LMFAOOOOOOO yeah I don't think a whole lot people realize that ortho OR's are just an active construction zone. (I was in an emergency ortho case for three hours and they played nine inch nails the entire time.) I'll delve into it a little more when ollie shadows surgery, but our onboarding they literally told us "you are going to pass out in the OR at some point. do not do it into the sterile field." so it's v much a culture of "yeah you can die but please do it in a way that is as convenient as possible for everyone else"

there's been several ORIF cases where we finish and it's time to wipe stuff down and I'm looking at the c-arm like. how did blood even get this far. literally how.

I HAVE A BALL OF KYPHOPLASTY CEMENT!! it was super super cool but wow those suckers get hot! they are not kidding.

realizing you literally cannot care about every single person you see is soooo hard. like eventually you figure it out but the process of getting there is for sure difficult in a way that's kind of hard to conceptualize. and then some patients get into your heart and stay there anyways no matter what you do. squatters, smh.

he's a complete 180 with kids compared to with adults LOL. he thinks grown adults are the dumbest people to walk the earth, but kids are magical! which makes him a good, if not slightly hilarious, fit for peds. his two cat markers are very dear to me.

if you don't know what markers are, they're little indicators for images. so it's going to have the technologists initials, an L or an R for left or right respectively, and sometimes a few BB's to showcase orientation. there's lots of customization you can do with them- in max's case is his left marker is jimmy, and his right marker is sassy. ollie has student markers, which means no customization quite yet!