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[stalkerofthegods]

Lady Hestia Deep Dive

Lady Hestia is a wonderful goddess, she is always there for everyone, I adore Lady Hestia, I do not worship her personally but I know well that she is Amazing.

Herbs • Chaste trees, Rosemary, Parsley, Basil, Sorrel, vanilla, Cinnamon, coriander, Marjoram, Mint, Lemon balm, cloves, clary sage, Allspice, Angelica, Coriander, poppy seed, chamomile, Angelica, Bay, garlic, mint, peppermint, pepper, marjoram, The lavender, the chaste tree, the datura, the California poppy, the goldenrod, the hollyhock, the yarrow, the purple coneflower, all white flowers, Lavender, White roses, angel’s trumpet, goldenrod, hollyhock, and yarrow, pine, Wildflowers & sunflowers, raspberry leaves, sage, pearly everlasting, yellow rose

Animals• pigs, donkeys, one-year-old cows, a Crane. 

Zodiac & scared number  • unknown, I cannot find out what month she was born on, or the day. But I would associate numbers 1, and 6 because she is the oldest and the youngest (and etc, but who even likes my rambles?)

Colors •Gold, yellow, orange, red,  White, Gold, Lavender, light purple, black, silver, and dark red

Crystal•Carnelian, Garnet, Goldstone, Calcite, Topaz, garnet, amethyst, lapis lazuli, green tourmaline, Vanadinite, Quartz, gold, silver, and brass, Amber colored crystals, citrine, clear quartz, sunstone.

Symbols• a kettle, the hearth (fireplace), torch, candle

Jewelry you can wear in their honor• friendship bracelets 

Diety of• the virgin goddess of the home and hearth fire, cooking of meals, and sacrificial food for feasts, architecture, domesticity, family, and the state, and sacrificial flame

Patron of where the families ate and congregated, hospitality, family.

Offerings• give her prayer beads that remind you of her that are not Christian (or make one, which is better), wooden beads, Oil Lamps, Seven Day Candles (because they burn for 7 days), LED Candles, A Candle that reminds you of home, White or red candles, Apple juice, cider, Wine, Baked goods, keys to the home (preferably not stolen(looking at Hermes devotees))), Small kitchen antiques/objects,  pottery/cups/bowls, artwork of homey things, a meal, your favorite things, poetry, books, items you made, fall-themed stuff, spring-themed stuff, First/last foods & libations from a meal, Candles/flame, Honey, Pork, Cakes or Cookies made to look like one of Her symbols,), Keeping a candle/hearth fire or lamp constantly burning, Pictures of homes you want to live in one day, pictures of homes you have lived in, Pictures of architecture that you like, Teacups, teaspoons, tea towels, Childhood memories (ex- stuffed toys, baby clothes, old photos), Homegrown herbs, Toys or art of donkeys and pigs, Leaves or blooms from a chaste tree, Tea light candles (real or fake), Your favorite poetry or poetry you have written for Her, Your favorite books, Stories you have written, Art of flames, fire, candles, Garmets that you have made such as clothing, blankets, beanies, Homemade lotions, bath bombs, shower gel, bubble bath (You can ask Her to bless them then use them she probably won't say no), Beeswax products, honey, olive oil, pumpkin pie 

Devotional• Pick up rubbish in communal areas, Offer the first or last bites/portions of food your to her, Cooking/baking for yourself or others, Having a candle lit whenever possible (electric or real), playing a video of a fire place, Volunteerring at homeless or DV shelters, donating to homeless or DV shelters,  Setting healthy boundaries with friends and family, reading about Tea/Coffee magick, Getting involved with your local community, Advocating for policies you believe will better the community Allowing yourself to rest,  Do a chore you've been putting off for a long time, organize to hang out with some loved ones, Veil or bind your hair, Wear something red or orange, Make a devotional playlist for her, make a Pinterest board or a mood board for her, Learn about kitchen witchery, Cook a meal in her name, Clean the House, Put together a puzzle, Eat popcorn and watch a movie, do Knitting, read about knitting, donate yarn and

knitting supply’s, prepare food for family, make the table before eating, garden, Harvest berries, pick flowers, Donate to food charity/drives, Support people who lost their homes to natural disasters, Welcoming others into your home, Keeping the peace (especially in the home), Donations of time & money to Habitat for Humanity, Do little (or big) acts of kindness, If you have a fireplace light it for Her or build Her altar around it, Meditate next to a fire, Read poetry or a book, play a playlist for Her and play it while you clean or cooks, Clean your house/room and keep it nice and tidy, Take a cooking or baking class, Collect recipes and keep a recipe book, Host celebrations at your home, Remember your ancestors and learn more about them, Spend time with your pets, Take care of yourself and your mental and physical health (Your body is a home for you),  Take a hot bath, eat some ice cream, chill at home for a day, Pray to Her( ex- for protection, inspiration, happiness, guidance, and help getting rid of negative entities in the home, peace in the home, good food, an abundance of food, independence), help to start/tending to the hearth, work on having strong family bonds, Open your curtains and let the sunlight warm the room, Make a potful of tea and keep it in a large thermos, Watch movies that make you feel nostalgic and cozy, Say goodnight and good morning to her, Get an electric blanket and feel the warmth connect you to her, Cuddle a stuffed animal, Make a blog/journal filled with cozy homely things, Keep a few locally baked goodies nearby for when you need them, String up fairy lights and use them as your only light source, Whisper prayers and devotional pieces before you go to sleep, Use a Himalayan salt lamp to connect to feeling of a fire, Invest in little things (ex- pillowcases, photos, curtains) that make your room feel welcoming and peaceful, Make a little bottle filled with herbs and crystals and other things that remind you of her, Listen to music that makes your soul happy and your heart content, Take care of yourself (ex- Brush your hair, use a wet cloth on your face), Keep a tealight on you, Clean one small area of your house, Savor a hot drink, Do small, unnoticed acts of kindness, Always greet animals (both big and small), Do anything by candlelight,  Wear colors you associate with her, Practice your patience (both external and internal), Be a listening ear or shoulder to cry on for those who need it, Make compromises when it is healthiest for both parties, always have a lighter or matches, Listen to music that reminds you of her, Spend time tending to your body, Leave a big tip the next time you have a chance, Practice kindness in all areas of your life (including driving), Take a hot bath or shower with no time limit, Decorate a space, Build a fire, Compliment people (both strangers and loloved ones), Donate something (ex-clothes, money, or your time), Look at photos and embrace the happy nostalgia, Wear makeup or jewelry that reminds you of her, Wake up early to see the sunrise - or watch the sunset, Watch/read about acts of kindness to be inspired, wear prayer beads that are for her, go to a high school reunion, do a family reunion, do budgeting in her honor, do meal planning, set healthy boundaries, have a household notebook, do seasonal cleaning, try home remedies,As you light your gas stove, say a prayer to Hestia, Spend quiet quality time at home, Gather your family (including your chosen family) for a festive candlelit meal, Commit to spending more time with children and old people.

Ephithets•Äídios - eternal, Aïdius – See Äídios., Basileia - See Vasíleia, Bulaea - See Voulaia., Chloömorphus – See Khlöómorphos, Daughter of lovely-haired Rǽa, Khlöómorphos - verdan, Polýmorphos - multi-formed, Polyolbus – See Polýolvos, Polýolvos - rich in blessings, Potheinotáti - beloved, Prutaneia – See Prytaneia, Prytanei, Vasíleia - queen, Voulaia - of the council, Prytaneia -”of the Prytanis.” 

Equivalents• Vesta (Roman), loki (Norse), Brigid (Celtic), Hathor (Egyptian)

Signs they are reaching out• having a strong urge to Vail in her honor, seeing her animals and symbols in your dreams, and seeing her imagery a lot, everything at home suddenly going well.

Vows/omans• that she “would be a maiden all her days”

Morals• morally light/pure

Courting• None 

Past lovers/crushes• None

Personality• She avoids drama, and is generous, but her temper is volcanic in nature, she is slow to anger, but when she gets angry her rage is a force of nature. She is modest, tranquil, and industrious

Home• Mount Olympus 

Mortal or immortal • immortal 

Fact• Historically she is supposed to be the first deity offered to in a ritual due to being the goddess of fire, she's the oldest Olympian, She is spat out last by Kronos so she is also the youngest, she shares her seat with Diyonisus, she did not give it up, she receives a share of every sacrifice/prayer to the gods, and she is commonly seen alongside with Hermes, I would recommend putting their alters close together.

Element• fire 

Curses• a bad family life, food being burnt, having not enough food, being turned away at restaurants, being homeless, your house catching on fire 

Blessings• all domestic happiness and blessings

Roots• Greek mythology….and she was raised in her father's stomach, and at the first years of theogony era.

Friends• all of the gods, but most notably Hermes, but is not friends with Priapus, she dislikes him (he tried to rape her.) 

Parentage• Cronus and Rhea

Siblings• Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, Demeter, Hera 

Pet• she has no pets.

Children • she has no children.

Appearance in astral or gen• she was typically represented wearing a veil and robe. In some images, she held a flowering branch or kettle as well.

Festivals • None, at every feast and meal a liberation was made to her name first and last, but I associate Thanksgiving with her, but her Roman counter part Vesta has 1-15 June of each year, an then another festival celebrated on 8-9 July.  Hestia is also mentioned on 8 June. But a neo-pagan sets aside 26 December – 22 January as a month devoted to Hestia.

Status• Virgin theoi goddess.

What disrespects her turning away people at your home (she is a goddess of hospitality and it was seen as disrespectful to her to do so.)

Planet• unknown 

Her Tarot cards• the Temperance, the fourteenth Major Arcana card.

Remind me of• Hot cocoa, and Thanksgiving. 

Scents/Inscene • Lavender, Rose, spring water,  rain, Pumpkin, Apple pie, cinnamon, fall leaves, Chamomile, Myrrh, Frankincense, Iris, Angelica, Peony, Angelica, iris, Sandalwood 

My opinion • I like her, but I'm scared of her too. (what a shocker!) 

Prayers• 

Historical-

Holy Queen of Sanctity, we hymn you, Hestia, whose abiding realm is Olympus and the middle point of earth and the Delphic laurel tree! You dance around Apollo’s towering temple rejoicing both in the tripod’s mantic voices and when Apollo sounds the seven strings of his golden phorminx and, with you, sings the praises of the feasting gods. We salute you, daughter of Kronos and Rhea, who alone brings firelight to the sacred altars of the gods; Hestia, reward our prayer, grant wealth obtained in honesty; then we shall always, dance around your glistening throne.

For the lost -

Blessed Hestia, the first and the last, and the always flame. May your light burn bright and strong, May your prayers be those of respect and love, May you guide the lost, And give to those who have nothing. I give thanks to you, Hestia, for all that you have done And continue to do.

For people with intrusive thoughts -

I ask Hestia, the kind goddess, to help those who feel down. May they find comfort and peace inside of their homes and inside their own minds. Protect them for their destructive thoughts, and be the safe place they need so much

A prayer for homeles—

In Hestia’s name, may you always have a home and a roof over your head. May you always be comfortable and warm with a full belly. May you always be in good spirits and good company, never knowing the pervading loneliness that envelopes the soul.

Morning 

Blessed Hestia, Fill this home with your light and bounty, As the day fills it with golden sunshine.

Evening

Glorious Hestia, Let your hearth fire warm this house, As night draws her shadowed cloak over it now.

Blessings of the kitchen-

Hestia bless my little kitchen, I love it’s every nook And bless me as I do my work, Wash pots and pans and cook. May the meals that I prepare, Be seasoned from above, With thy blessings and thy grace, But most of all thy love

Links/websites/sources •

ts-witchy-archive, constantly-disheveled, saryoak, eldritchhorror06, https://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/625205765818515456/hestia-offerings/amp, https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/179727039352/offerings-to-hestiahttps://twelfthremedy.tumblr.com/post/625205765818515456/hestia-offerings/amphttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/179727039352/offerings-to-hestiahttps://www.learnreligions.com/hestia-greek-goddess-of-the-hearth-2561993#:~:text=Keep%20a%20candle%20dedicated%20to,prayers%2C%20songs%2C%20or%20hymns.https://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Hestia.html#:~:text=In%20myth%20Hestia%20was%20the,youngest%20of%20the%20six%20Kronides.https://www.theoi.com/Ouranios/Hestia.htmlhttps://greekmythology.fandom.com/wiki/Hestia#google_vignettehttps://greekmythology.fandom.com/wiki/Hestiahttps://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/goddesses/hestia/https://www.hellenicgods.org/festivals-of-hellenismos---eortai https://hestiasservant.wordpress.com/2018/05/27/honoring-hestia-a-festival-every-day/https://www.elissos.com/the-family-goddess-hestia-mother-of-all-gods/#:~:text=The%20birth%20of%20Hestia%20dates,to%20his%20throne%2C%20his%20children.https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhea_(mythology)#:~:text=According%20to%20Hesiod%2C%20Rhea%20had,and%20Zeus%20in%20that%20order.https://www.reddit.com/r/pagan/comments/14sy8cj/is_hestia_reaching_out_to_me/https://mythopedia.com/topics/hestia

http://persephoneandhecate.blogspot.com/2011/06/exploring-archetypes-hestia.html?m=1https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/170063420188/bedridden-devotion-to-hestiahttps://honeyandhestia.tumblr.com/post/170063420188/bedridden-devotion-to-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/heatherwitch/160613514230/hestiavesta https://constantly-disheveled.tumblr.com/post/156636591525/can-a-hearth-fire-just-be-a-candle-that-you-lighthttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/169551188078/devotional-activities-for-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/167758105763/jar-to-help-me-connect-to-hestia-chamomilehttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/171225676313/burn-herbs-and-spices-as-an-offering-to-hestia-i https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/183383795283/what-kind-of-crystals-would-yall-associate-with https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/171208375440/a-historical-prayer-to-hestiahttps://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/169394109439/i-ask-hestia-the-kind-goddess-to-help-those-who https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/166938581678/if-youre-still-doing-prayer-requests-may-you-be https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/178225408393/lady-hestia-goddess-of-comfort-and-warmth-to https://www.tumblr.com/honeyandhestia/183772520921/a-little-kitchen-prayer-for-hestia https://www.hellenicgods.org/festivals-of-hellenismos---eortai

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[heavensmortuary]

not sure if I'm going to be able to put it into words well but I think part of the appeal of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre is how the movie deals with nature in an almost mystic fashion. I was talking eariler with friends about how Blood Meridian has this feeling also, with McCarthy's clear love of desert settings and how all of the animals seem like wise, wide eyed observers to the force of nature that the human characters are, backdropped against the blue lightning of the desert, more like demons than people. They're a part of the landscape, and cant be separated from it. I feel like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre handles nature in a similar way.

The wide shots of sunflower fields and trees strung with rusted metal, or old houses with spiders that hum and crackle with warning, or the dead armadillo on the road, or the sunspots melting together like clotting blood, or the second-too-long shot of cows in the slaughterhouse with foam dribbling out of their mouths, but TCM finds it's strength in its scenery and I think it's there for a purpose. It captures rotting americana in a way that a lot of urban-based directors have tried to replicate but have failed (Resident Evil 7, a game that despite it's loving homages to southern horror, comes to mind). They try too hard, painting hillbillies with a classist brush. TCM doesn't do this. It's as Southern gothic as a broken Mardi Gras necklace in Louisiana or a forgotten kudzu-smothered grave in a holler of the Carolina Blue Ridge. Pull up a chair at the dinner table, show off that southern hospitality.

Of course there's the roadkill-occult fashion and decor of the family, with vertebrae necklaces and bracelets and endless heaps of feathers and bones and macabre sculptures laid out in ritualistic fashion around the Sawyer's house. The blood sigil in the van and the twisted corpses on top of the gravestone at the first part of the movie instill a feeling that there's more dangers than just the chainsaw or a straight razor. There's a feeling that something supernatural has soaked through the family somehow, even though nothing blatantly supernatural is featured in the movie besides Grandpa's vampiric traits and the constant discussion on astrology. If southern gothic is full of faith healing and granny witches and sweating preachers holding snakes, then TCM is about nature as the occult in the worst way.

The Sawyers are just as much a part of the wild Texas landscape as the dead armadillo on the side of the interstate. They don't seem like humans, more of dressed in the, quite literal, skin of humans. Pestilence, war, death, and famine are portrayed horsemen, and the Sawyers are of the same kind. Dressed the skins of the blissfully ignorant dead, they're spirits on the vengeful, suffering, and cruel american soil. 50 years later since the movie's release, they still won't leave the hidden places of rural america. They're concepts more than people, and it's damn effective.

[makethatelevenrings]

Hear me out… “can we go home?” Prompt as a part 2 to “did I do good?”

this got long and i applied to jobs and had an identity crisis in the middle of writing it, hope u enjoy LMAO

TW: discussions of the explosion from "did I do good?" and medical talk wheeeee

You were growing tired of the hospital.

The pain meds warded off the sharp bite of pain everytime you moved, but they also kept your head in a continual fuzzy state. Sleep released its hold on you for only an hour or so before another dose of medicine sent you back under the veil of dreams.

Whenever you were awake, you found one or more of your children propped up in a chair in the corner of the room. Dick would be furiously jabbing his knitting needles into the air as a new project materialized between his fingers. Cass joined him occasionally, but sometimes she scooted her chair closer to your side, her slim fingers encased around yours, and watched whatever show played on the television. You were partial to Animal Planet so that meant she sat through hours of shark week and River Monsters.

Jason read, of course, sometimes silently and sometimes, when it was just him and you, he read aloud. His soft baritone voice was a comfort over the occasional beeps and shrieks of alarms out in the hall. Tim made sure to come by at the same time everyday so the two of you could watch Jeopardy and then Real Housewives. Although you were usually high off your ass because of the pain meds, you made sure to let him know what a fucking liar Erika Jayne was.

Stephanie, your little demonic angel, propped herself up in the chair next to your bed and played Sims, the sound of her laptop a steady thrum that helped put you to sleep. Your own personal white noise machine. Damian drew in his sketchbook, quiet as always, but he made sure to bring it to you during your moments of lucidity so you could see his art. Duke, however, was the hardest to pry away from your bedside. You understood his hesitation at leaving another parent at a medical center. So you didn’t say anything if you woke up to find him seated next to you, one of your hands in his, as he muddled over another crossword puzzle.

Alfred came by numerous times everyday. He brought treats for the nurses, creature comforts from home for you, and made sure that the children didn’t stay too long. You insisted that they lived their lives outside of the hospital, even their night jobs. Alfred checked over what foods you were receiving from the dining services, humming and marking down nutritional values and if you were getting enough calories. He always plied you with cookies every time he visited and ensured you were eating enough protein to help your wound heal faster. The vase of golden sunflowers next to your bed were always fresh and replenished so you suspected Alfred ensured that they were always replaced when they started to wilt.

But one person didn’t show.

You tried to not dwell on the fact that Bruce never once made an appearance. Even Clark and Diana had dropped by with flowers and well wishes. But your husband remained his usual disappearing act. You didn’t understand why and frankly, you didn’t care. For years you tried to remind Bruce that he wasn’t always Batman. He was a father and husband and friend, both inside and outside of the suit, yet it felt like as time went further, he forgot more of who he was.

It was fine. You had Alfred and your kids. Their love made you wish you could wrap your arms around them, but these damn IVs wouldn’t let you. You knew they were just as disappointed in Bruce as you were, but nothing anyone said would change things.

Until you turned on the news one night and saw the headlines that the perpetrators of the explosion at the Wayne Gala had been caught and the entire organization eradicated. The group had been targeting the Wayne family, reporters said, and they blamed you for the unemployment rate and food insecurity in the city. Well, hell, your family had been working to eradicate the wage gap and food deserts for years, but if anyone was to get hurt, you were glad it was you.

Three broken ribs, a punctured liver, internal bleeding, a concussion, and your body one giant bruise meant that your kids were safe. You would place yourself between them and the blast every single time.

The news cameras zoomed in on the bodies that were slumped against the front of the police headquarters. Faces bloodied and raw, the men stared back at the camera with haunted eyes and your breathing hitched just slightly when you recognized the mark carved into one man’s forehead.

A bat.

“Mrs. Wayne?” Geraldine, one of the day shift nurses, called from the door to your room. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you replied. “I just saw the news.”

The kindly older woman bustled in with one of the new nurses on her heels. The two women had been working three nights a week for the time you had been on the floor and you appreciated their steady, comforting nature. They had both been a little thrown when the Waynes of Gotham showed up on their floor but once you asked Geraldine to treat you like a normal person, she warmed up to you like a grandmother.

“How ya feelin’, sweets?” she asked. Every few hours they checked your vitals and incision spots to ensure that you were healing well and no infection was growing.

“Listen, I love you ladies. But if I have to stay here any longer, I might snap.”

They laughed at your comment and Farah, the fledgling nurse who followed Geraldine like a baby goose after its mama, focused on checking your incisions while Geraldine marked down your vitals.

“You’re so close to being free,” Geraldine promised. “Dr. Huerta will come by later today to check everything and hopefully, you’ll be out in a day or two.”

“Am I the last one to be discharged?” While you were the most seriously injured due to your proximity to the blast, a few people were also brought into Gotham General with varying injuries.

“Yep,” Farah hummed. “They’re all home and Mr. Wayne said he would pay for their bills.”

That made you pause. Farah’s head raised the second the words came out of her mouth and Geraldine turned sharply in her direction. Farah grimaced and sighed. “Sorry, I know he told us not to say anything.”

Your lips parted in shock and you glanced between the two women. “He called the hospital?”

Geraldine sighed and approached your bed. She reached out and clasped your hand between hers and gave you a kind smile.

“He’s been here everyday, sweets. Only leaves at night before he’s back in the morning. He just sits in the waiting room, looking like death warmed over. I keep tellin’ him that he should at least come talk to you, but he refuses unless he knows you’re asleep. Who do you think keeps bringing those flowers?”

“I don’t understand.” Your brow furrowed. “Why the fuck is he here if he won’t even talk to me? Why has no one told me?”

Geraldine pursed her lips and then she patted your hands. “Sometimes, men are stupid.”

That elicited a snort from Farah but Geraldine wasn’t finished. “I think, sweets, that he blames himself and he can’t bring himself to see you when you’re awake because he’s terrified that you’ll hate him.”

You glanced between the two women and narrowed your eyes. “What else has he done?”

They launched into a list of things. Your favorite blanket that you kept in the study at home was draped across your legs because of Bruce, the nurses were now being paid more because of his meeting with the hospital executives (and subsequent buyout of the Gotham General system so that meant more paperwork for you to deal with when you got out), and many other things. Bruce, silent as he was, operated without a word to you because he was so fucking scared that you hated him.

“Is he out there? Right now?” you asked once they trailed off.

“Yeah,” Farah sighed. “The more coffee he drinks from the cafeteria, the more I think we’re going to have to admit him soon for cardiac arrest.”

“Bring my husband in, please. If he fights you on it, tell him to stop being such a fucking coward.”

Geraldine let out a delighted laugh and practically skipped out of the room, clearly excited to give Bruce Wayne a run for his money. Farah waited patiently at your bedside and you were grateful that she didn’t abandon you right now.

Light footsteps grew closer to the door and you heard the soft creak of the hinges until he was standing before you. His hair was shaggy and unkempt and a five o’clock shadow clung to his jaw. Bruce was still in his usual daytime uniform of slacks and a button down, but the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his entire ensemble was wrinkled.

“Thank you,” you said to the nurses. They vacated the room quickly, leaving you two just staring at each other. Bruce cleared his throat and glanced towards the door as if he was preparing to leave, but you pointed your finger at him and he froze midstep.

“Sit your ass down, Wayne,” you ordered. He started towards the chairs in the corner but you let out a disapproving noise and he turned to where you were pointing. Bruce sighed and trudged over to the hospital bed you were lying in. His eyes searched your face for any sign of anger or discomfort as he sat down on the edge of the bed. 

“Bruce Thomas Wayne,” you began. “You stupid man.”

Your hand curled around his and you brought it to your lips, brushing a kiss against his palm. He sucked in a tight breath and you enclosed his fingers around your love.

“I’m not mad at you, if that’s what you think.”

“I should have stopped them sooner. I should have never let this happen to you. I-”

You smoothed a hand down his forearm. “You didn’t let anything happen to me. It happened because people wanted to hurt me. You can’t stop them from their thoughts or their anger, Bruce. You can’t change the way people feel. You can only do as much as you can and you and I both know that.”

He shut his eyes and sighed. Bags cradled his eyes, shadowing the bright blue pupils you woke up to every morning. The lines on his face deepened and he looked as if he aged ten years since you last saw him.

“How can you stand to be near me?” he croaked out. You reached up and tucked some of his dark hair out of his face before cradling his jaw.

“Because I like because, Bruce, and I love despite. I love you despite how many times you make me want to tear my hair out. I love you despite your self-flagellation tendencies. I love you despite the fact that there is something deeply psychologically wrong with you.” He chuckled at your teasing remark and leaned into your touch.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed against the soft skin of your wrist.

“I know you are,” you assured him. “But you’re still going to grovel so damn much.”

“Whatever you wish for, you will get.”

You considered his words for a moment and hummed to yourself. “You have to take Damian to the art museum and cannot look at your phone once.”

“Easy.” He ghosted his lips against your wrist and you shivered at the soft touch.

“Okay. How about letting Stephanie drive the car next time?”

He grimaced, obviously knowing you meant the Batmobile and thinking about the blonde’s tendency to take wide turns. “Fine.” He kissed your brow, right over some stitches as if he could heal them with just a tender touch.

“You have to shake hands with Hal Jordan and tell him he’s doing a good job.”

“You’re a fucking menace.” Bruce dipped his head down to kiss you sweetly, but you were grinning too much to let it last.

“Can we go home now?” you whispered against his lips. “I just want to be in bed with you. I’m sick of the food here.”

He cradled your head against his chin and sighed, his breath washing across your skin. Bruce was so careful with you as to not aggravate any of your injuries. For as idiotic as he could be in the emotions department, he knew exactly what to do to comfort you physically.

“Soon, my love. And I will wait on you hand and foot. I’ll never let anything happen to you again. Ever. I swear.”

“I know.” But you didn’t take his promise to heart. Not in your line of work. He could guarantee that the sun would rise in the morning and set in the evening, but no one could promise that the scythe of death wouldn’t come calling any minute.

But you would let him hold you and make promises. It would make him feel better and that, in and of itself, was a gift.

[plumbaleena]

CC for Sims with Disabilities

In my most recent storyline, my main character Andromeda suffered a devastating accident that severed her legs, and in turn she had to be wheelchair bound. This was VERY hard to do in the sims because it doesn’t accommodate for sims with disabilities. However, with some searching I was able to find some incredible items, poses, and more for if you’re like me and want to tell a more inclusive story. Here’s what I’ve found!

CC FOR DISABILITIES /

ANIMATED WHEELCHAIR 

WHITE CANE

HOSPITAL WHEELCHAIR

POSES FOR DISABILITIES / 

https://ts4-poses.tumblr.com/tagged/disability

OUTFIT/ACCESSORY ITEMS FOR DISABILITIES / 

PROSTETIC LEG

VERSION II [WHAT I USE SPECIFICALLY ON ANDI]

CAST

CRUTCHES

IN EAR HEARING AID

BLIND EYE OVERLAYS

SUNFLOWER LANYARD 

MISC / 

THREE LEGGED FURREND 

SERVICE DOG VEST

Huge shoutout to SnootySims and Katverse for finding some incredible inclusive items as well!

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

|•♡•♡{Welcome pick your man!}♡•♡•|

|•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡.{Number 6}.♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•♡•|

Notes

{♡} personal

- Silly love notes

Crack

{♡} personal

- You....your a normie? Omfg we need to teach him a/b/o

Hand holding

{♡} personal

- buddy I need this hand, it's my dominate one. Just hold the other- WHY ARE U MAD???

Incorrect Quotes

POOKIE IS MISSING⁉️

Incorrect Quotes

For you

Casper gets migraines

{♡} requested

- migraines fuckin SUCK luckily Charlie is there to help!

Autistic Casper HC's

{♡} requested

- Charlie with a autistic Casper!

Purse Charlie

{♡} personal

- I need him in my purse.

Casper's side quests

{♡} personal

- Casper is just doing side quests at this point

Au idea

{♡} personal

- Casper's a nurse- IS THAT CHARLIE ON THE HOSPITAL BED?!?!

Incorrect Quotes

Limited options

The not so but so happy day

{♡} requested

- Autistic Sunflower having a meltdown, in a grocery parking lot. Luckily Finn knows what to do.

Finn's listeners meeting

{♡} personal

- all the Sunflower variants are losing their minds

Hooked nose

{♡} personal

- he'd look beautiful w one

Incorrect Quotes

Actor au question: Yandere Finn?

Tummy ache

Au

{♡} personal

- nepotism fucks over Faust falling in love

Faust things

{♡} personal

- teehee Faust brainrot

Gacha luck

{♡} personal

- Are you a gambling man!??!

Hatsune Miku

{♡} personal

- MIKU MIKU BEAM!!

Role play partner

{♡} personal

- YOUR MY OLD ROLE-PLAYING PARTNER!?!?

Shit talking couple <3

{♡} personal

- shit talking w your babe is amazing really

Sims

{♡} personal

- 100% a Sims girly

Talking shit in Overwatch voice chats (lil rant on my side)

{♡} personal

- Faust shit talks

Don't talk to me or my child

{♡} requested

- Rook WILL kill you.

Planning a birthday surprise hc

{♡} requested

- Auron plans something big!

Puffed up

{♡} requested

- Rook, annoyed puffed their cheeks angrily. Sadly that didn't work on Auron.

When world's collide-

{♡} ask

- So Rook and hunter swapped...how would the Auron's take it?

Theme song

{♡} reblog

- LITERALLY HIS THEME SONG WDYM

Jessica and Roger Rabbit

{♡} personal

- literally their dynamic

Vampire Rook

{♡} personal

- Give Rook the vampire and see Auron lose it

Weird kid allegations

{♡} personal

- he will NEVER beat them.

Demolishing a keyboard

{♡} personal

- FAST AS FUCK BOI

Dark romance novels

{♡} personal

- ....wanna recreate the sex scenes-

Bite his arm and hands

{♡} personal

- NOM NOM NOM

Social media thirst

{♡} personal

- NO LUBE. NO PROTECTION, ALL NIGHT, ALL DAY, FROM THE KITCHEN FLOOR TO THE TOILET SEAT-

Clowning Auron's face

{♡} reblog

- could Auron kill me? Yes. Will I keep clowning him? Also yes.

Rook hacks Auron's social media

{♡} personal

- fuckin w his social media bc why not

Nasty Lustful Tango

{♡} personal

-I wanna dance w hiimm

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Look good

50 shades wannabe nerd

Actor au question: anything break?

Auron's fault...

And bricked!

Personal Grill

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- What if he could be a grill almost?

Man handling

{♡} personal

- MAN HANDLE ME PLEASE ONE CHANCE-

Incorrect Quotes

Tucked in

Chimichanga stand

Ordained minister

Boo scaring the boys

{♡} ask

- teehee boo scaring their boys

Art!!

{♡} my art

- my art :D

Crossovers

{♡} personal

- more anime cross overs :D

Good Omens

{♡} personal

- I LOVE GOOD OMENS!!

Seth in a dress...

{♡} personal

- PRETTY SETH PRETTY SETH

YV boys with kisses on them <33

{♡} personal

- I can't draw men </3

OC boo idea

{♡} personal

- ex biker?, tatted?, and strong? Damn mf got a type

Who I think YV boys would main on Overwatch

{♡} personal

- mains the boys would be

What dances would the YV boys do?

{♡} personal

- dance styles for the boys!

CRACKSHIPS <33

{♡} personal

- my prized post ngl

Twitter PT11 PT12

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What could have happened

Actor Au

How bittersweet chp3 ep10 went basically

Wonderful experience

Caring is giving a pinecone. On a stick

[edgessunflower]

Rhea Ripley Masterlist

You're my sunflower in a field of roses 🥺

Why 🫂/🥺

Show me that smile 🥺

Out and proud 🥺

Viva la love 🥺

Beach night dance 🥺

Enough for me 🥺

Our first time ❤️‍🔥/🥺

Starting over 🫂/🥺

Stopped working 🥺

It's you 🥺

Wings 🥺

Pool party 🥺

Umbrella 🥺

You couldn't have known 🥺/🫂

Words from the heart 🥺

We love you 🥺/❤️‍🔥

It's time to love and I don't care ❤️‍🔥/🫂/🥺

Heated affection ❤️‍🔥/🥺/🍃

Not how I wanted to tell you 🥺/❤️‍🔥

Letter to Lilith 🥺

New purpose 🥺/🫂

Three of a duck 🥺

I couldn't leave her alone 🥺

Unexpected ally 🫂/🥺

Extra care 🥺

Calm in fear 🥺

Proud of you 🥺/🫂

Sweet surprise 🥺/🧸

Love of our lives 🧸/🥺

Heavy snow 🥺

Absolutely! 😘 🥺

Cutie 🥺

Falling for four at once 🥺

Lost 🫂/🥺

I will not hesitate 🥺/🫂

You have to know 🥺

Easing pain 🥺/🧸

Our girl ❤️‍🔥/🥺

The best hug I've gotten 🫂/🥺

Where I wanted to be 🥺

Different side 🥺/❤️‍🔥

Slight heart attack 🥺/🫂

Birthday visit 🥺

Could never be mad at you 🫂/🥺

Tag team champions 🥺

Loved 🥺/🫂

Relaxed 🥺

Fall night 🥺

In the dark chaos 🥺

First night home 🥺/🧸

Not ever 🫂/🥺

Melt ❤️‍🔥/🥺

No more tears 🥺

Soft kisses 🥺

Animal senses 🧸/🥺

Natural 🥺

Double hospital stay 🥺/🫂

Nothing but beautiful 🫂/🥺

Another mom is better than no dad 🥺/🫂/🧸

Together 🥺/❤️‍🔥

All we do 🥺

Everything for you 🥺

Moment of vulnerability ❤️‍🔥/🥺

Christmas begins 🥺

Rosie 🧸/🥺/❤️‍🔥/🫂

Body worship 🥺/❤️‍🔥

Still have a family 🥺/🫂

Welcome to the family 🥺/🍃

New change 🥺

Arms wide open 🥺/🧸

Hormones 🥺

Thaw 🫂/🥺

Bump 🥺/🫂

Taking a stand ❤️‍🔥/🥺/🫂

Support system 🥺

Behind closed doors ❤️‍🔥/🥺

Low heart rate 🫂/🥺

Forever Valentine 🥺/❤️‍🔥

Softie underneath 🥺/🫂

Reflux 🥺

Cuffs ❤️‍🔥/🥺

Homecoming adventure 🥺/❤️‍🔥

Sleep stream 🥺

In love all over again 🧸/🥺

After work cuddles 🥺

Field of love 🥺

Break out 🥺

Tipsy 🥺

Sexy wrestlemania celebration ❤️‍🔥/🥺

War games hell 🫂/🥺

Upside down 🪐/🪻

If no one is standing beside you 🥺/🫂

Slobber knocker 🪻

Jumped in 🫂/🥺

Birthday sex 🥺/❤️‍🔥

Cuddling headcanons 🥺

Our pretty girl 🥺

Behind green eyes🪻/🪐

Bikini ☄️/🪻

[gardenoblues]

tagged by @iamfandomcrazy hii i love all ur fics >< Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs. WARNING: THERE MIGHT BE SMUTT YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO CAST YOUR EYES ON. --- just know that most of these are intrusive thoughts or the product of my spiraled madness, and short ideas. i won't be putting unfinished but posted fics since that would take too long. here it goes

*Visions; - a wyler fic where wednesday was freshly expelled from her former high school and started to have small and useless visions (its safe to assume its about Tyler, she mostly sees snippets of events)

Wulfric Thursday - a fic about wyler's son, he's the first child (that i most prob post on ao3 once Hyde The Past is done since the two are connected, i think i actually need someone with me to think of ideas and be crazy together its a little too much to take, a wide universe. There are 3 current chapters.)

Valentina Francoise - a fic about wyler's daughter, the younger sister (wont say much but she's the best and worst combination of her parents. there's only one chapter and its mostly notes.)

Girl Next Door - this fic was either tyler would be the new kid who moved into town or it was Wednesday. it was hard to decide but i think i settled with Wednesday. I don't know if this would come to life though, wish me luck. there are no chapters. yet.)

wyler tyler has a twin gemini - yep. the title speaks for itself lol. ( i wanted to do something like migi and dali or ayesha's secret, if you know the anime or manga, well you know *wink *wink)

wyler - sunflower - a fic where Tyler dies or it has an alternative story where he faked his death and goes to live in the Addams manor. God i was such in an angsty mood i wanted someone to die with me, and of course its my favorite white boy to write about)

Tyler Galpin - just a compilation of songs i was thinking of editing Tyler in.

Wyler PROMPT - just an unfinished prompt from a dc prompt where Tyler is Fran's and Vincent's son.

Wyler spies AU - again the title speaks for itself lol.

WYLER ITS OK NOT TO BE OK - if you know the kdrama then nice, but if you don't its basically Tyler would be a psych ward nurse or something like that and Wednesday is a children's book writer that sometimes visit hospitals to read her book.

HYDE THE PAST TYLER BOOTCAMP - my heart cries fir this fic. title speaks for itself. suppose to be a filler chapter.

WYLER DRABBLE - alice in the wonderland fic. its just an idea wont prob make the cut.

Wyler hays - just wyler smutt ><

Longing For draft - just a short fic where Tyler followed Wednesday to her house.

Wednesday Addams as Song Lyrics - songs id edit her with. --- These are just what's saved in my laptop. here's what's in my phone. i don't mind if you don't read this one lol.

wyler (1) - wednesday pospartum with her son.

Liar, liar - Tyler teasing Wednesday.

wyler (2) - Wednesday spit on Tyler's face and he uses it as lube.

wyler gender swap - there's one chapter.

its not always rainbows and butterflies - a short fic where Tyler attends nevermore and learning how to control the Hyde but in Wednesday's pov.

This is shit - wednesday denying her feelings for Tyler.

wyler (3) - Tyler has full control of his Hyde and pretends to be nice but Wednesday sees through him.

wyler (4) - (just wrote this 2am earlier lol) wednesday goes to yoga and mourns Kitty's death, has a mental breakdown while Tyler consoles her. SORRY THAT WAS LONGER THAN I THOUGHT. tagging @writerrose1998 @broken-everlark @nonamemanga @cosmic-lullaby @callmetippytumbles @tastethesetears @lovepoison9 @nouklea @diamantdog @lady-murderess @therulerofallpotatos

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

“GoodBye Sunflower”

Part 2

Part 1

Keegan x Fem! Reader

TW-Mentions death, depression, stress, slight fluff.

Artwork Credit - @ave661

Credit for dividers - @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

I hope you like this @simplecole18

Previously in Chapter One

Eyes red and swollen he couldn’t shed anymore tears. Looking at her beautiful face. The stitches and bandages that covered her face the lips that held the most beautiful smile her laugh that made his worries all disappear and her warm touch that healed his aching, broken body. All of this will be gone with a pull of a switch.

“If that’s what she wants then…….I will always love you my Sunflower”

The doctor walked over and sighed and flipped all the switches off and he left Keegan alone. The beeping sounds of her heart monitor kept beeping. Keegan closed his eyes.

Waiting for her the monitor to flatline once again.

“Doctor!”

The sound of the nurse running out of the room. Keegan looked up to see that his Sunflower was breathing on her own and her heart beating strong on its own. But her fingers twitched in his grasp.

“Sunflower baby stay with me. I’m right here. You’re strong pull through for me baby. I’m right here I never left your side.”

🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

“You’re my wildflower”

“Come back to me”

-Two Weeks Later -

🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

“Keegan we have to head out.”

“Hesh give me a few more minutes.”

Hesh sighed heavily patting his back. He walked out of the hospital room. Hesh held back his tears.

“Sure thing”

“Sunflower, I know you can hear me…please wake up. I know you squeezed my hand and moved your fingers but come back to me please.”

“Please wake up.”

“I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“Open those big beautiful (y/e/c). I miss you getting mad at me when I pick on you and when you call me an asshole and Mr. So Serious.”

“I’m gonna be away for a few days. Wait for me. I promise you wildflower I’ll come back. Just come back to me and wake up. We can have the life you want.”

“I know you want ducks so I uhh I got you this.”

Keegan pulls out a stuffed animal. He holds the little green duck in his hand tucking it under hand.

He wiped his tears from his cheeks and pulled his balaclava over his face. Kissing his hand he placed it on her lips. Lifting her hand he kissed her softly.

Keegan picked up his gear and walked towards the door but he looked back at her to memorize her beautiful face.

“Sunflower”

Looking down at his black boots he sniffled. Blinking his eyes repeatedly he walked out and down the hall his heart ached. The pain of leaving her behind in her vegetative state weighed heavily on his mind.

He jogged to the tarmac where everyone waited he nodded to them. Keeping to himself he sat in his seat strapped in holding her bracelet. The small dainty little bracelet that had small bells and small sunflowers on it.

“Sunflower, you have my heart in the palm of your hand. Please wake up.”

The feeling of the turbulence shook the helicopter and Keegan stared off into oblivion thinking about his wildflower.

“Keegs, she’s gonna pull through she’s strong.”

“I just know she is. She isn’t gonna leave us. And especially not you. Someone has to be here to pick on you.”

“I know. It’s just hard to imagine my life without her. I can’t sleep or eat without thinking of her. But the doctor said she had a higher chance of waking up but it’s a matter of when.”

Locked away in her own hell she searched and searched for the light. (Y/n) ran through darkness holding her small paper lantern. She ran and ran looking for the small ball of light that would lead her back to the present.

“Keegan where are you? I’m so alone and scared”

“Please come back. Call out to me so I can find my way back to you.”

Sitting down she dropped the lantern holding her face she wept in her hands. But I’m the distance she heard her lovers voice.

Quickly standing up she listened again picking up her lantern she called out to him.

“Keegan!”

“My love!”

“Keep talking!”

She ran towards the sounds of his voice. The more she ran the more her will to live grew. Little by little her small frail broken body tried to break free from its prison.

“Sunflower, I know you can hear me…please wake up. I know you squeezed my hand and moved your fingers but come back to me please.”

“Please wake up.”

“I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“Open those big beautiful (y/e/c). I miss you getting mad at me when I pick on you and when you call me an asshole and Mr. So Serious.”

“I’m gonna be away for a few days. Wait for me. I promise you wildflower I’ll come back. Just come back to me and wake up. We can have the life you want.”

“I know you want ducks so I uhh I got you this.”

She felt his warm sweaty hands touch her cold hands. She smiled with tears in her eyes she ran towards his voice. Her lungs burned her legs grew tired but she pushed on to the sounds of his voice.

She gently squeezed the stuffed animal.

The smell of the disinfectant spray that they used to sanitize the room filled her nose. The feeling of the soft sheets on her legs and feet. The feeling of something soft at her fingertips under her right hand.

She took a deep breath in filling her sore aching lungs. Her eyes fluttered open.

The blinding bright fluorescent lights burned and stung her sensitive eyes. Struggling to sit up she managed through the soreness, stiffness in her frail broken body.

“Keegan”

Her low raspy voice cut the silence. She shifted in her bed tugging on the cords that connected her to the machines she pulled them off and the IV lines out one by one. Looking around her eyes burned, tears fell down her face as she realized where she was.

“Keegan?”

Her low raspy voice called out to her lover. Her throat was dry. Swallowing thickly she rubbed her eyes. Wincing at the pain she touched her face as she looked around searching for a mirror that was nearby. The feeling of butterfly tape and bandages that covered her face and neck shook her to her core. Tugging at the cords around they prevented her from moving she peeled back the tape from her arms ripping the pads that were taped to her chest and sides. The monitors going off. Blood rushed down her arm as she sat up straight. Her legs shifted to the edge. They dangled there for a moment. She leaned forward but her legs didn’t react in time. She fell forward landing on the cold white tile floors.

“Doctor!”

The nurse ran into the room helping (y/n) off the floor into the nearby chair. She winced at the pain in her body as she sat down. The nurse rushed to get the doctor.

“What happened?”

“Where’s my Keegan?”

“I heard his voice in the darkness I tried to find him, where is he?”

“(Y/N) you’ve been in a coma for a short period of time but allow me to examine you. You have extensive bodily injuries and the beatings you took to your head that left you with a concussion. Let us examine you and I’ll answer all your questions and concerns as we proceed with this exam.”

“Okay”

She looked up to the doctor biting her lower bruised lip. Fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall she sighed and whimpered. She thought about what happened before all the images of the torture came rushing back to her.

Closing her eyes she huffed in pain. Holding her head. She remembered what happened but she remembered hearing Keegan cry for her.

“Water”

“Yes, but drink this slow okay. Here you go Hun. Just sips. Your body could go into shock if you drink it too fast.”

The nurse kneeled down in front of her catering to her. While sipping on her water she spoke again to the nurse.

“Where’s Keegan?”

The nurse sighed and clicked her pen and looked down at her hands and looked up to her holding her hands she spoke softly to her to break the news.

“He’s on a mission. He’ll be gone for a few months at most. They extended the mission a few mins ago.”

“When will he be coming back?”

“They can’t say? I’m so sorry dear”

Breathing softly she stared at her small cup of water her heart heavy from the news but she held out hope he would come back to her soon. She wanted to feel his warm calloused hands in hers. Her bones aches for his embrace.

“(Y/N) we can start your exam now”

Nodding her head she looked to the doctor and nurse who wheeled in a wheelchair for her.

3 Months Later

“Sunflower, if you’re reading this, that would mean I didn’t come back from my last mission. They either KIA me or MIA. But know this I never stopped thinking about you.”

“You brighten my life when I saw nothing that was worth living in the moment for, but you changed everything for me when we met. I always thought of you when I was at my lowest. But sunflower you were always on my mind when you went to sleep and never woke up. So if you don’t get the chance to read this then Hesh or Logan is reading this letter you as you lay sleeping.”

“My wildflower your beauty can’t be described in words.”

“So if you’re still sleeping. Don’t wake up”

Sitting in her room her hair overgrown. She slept for days not eating only drinking water from the sink. She lingered in her room. Logan was pulled from the water. He recovered soon after they found him but he doesn’t remember what happened and that it’s all a blur.

Looking around the room she sat on her bed holding the letter. Rereading the last line.

“Don’t wake up”

Her heart had bled dry. No tears or pain could comprehend that loss she felt. No amount of tears and bargaining could bring him back.

The sounds of someone knocking on her door breaks her out of her trance.

“Go away!”

“(Y/N), it’s Logan can you open the door. Please”

“Go Away Logan!”

“Please, I know you’re hurting but you need to eat something.”

“LEAVE ME ALONE!”

She grabbed the nearest object beside her and she flunked it at the door. The loud crashing sound echoed the halls of the building. Soldiers that were in their rooms peeked their heads to looking out to see what was going on.

Logan looked down with tears in his eyes. He sighed and bit down on his lower lip holding back his emotions he stood in front of her door holding an envelope. Sliding the envelope under the door he walked away silently.

The sounds of paper scraping the floor she looked at her door seeing an orange envelope under the door she crawled over to open it but decided against it.

Deep down she knew what it was.

Death certificates and maybe just maybe a copy of his tags. And other paperwork that needed some signatures.

No funeral was to be held. Keegan wasn’t the sentimental type of man. He didn’t care if a vigil or service was to be held for him. All he cared about was his job, friends and his gun but his top priority was his Sunflower.

Days turned into months then a year later she sat in front of his tombstone. Holding sunflowers she always brought them with her. Every morning and evening she sat by his tombstone. Talking about her day what was new and what he would’ve hated. All these trips back and forth had become a routine for her.

Due to her injuries she sustained she was honorably discharged from her service. She lived out her earlier retirement with her benefits and the wealth that was left behind from her parents. She lived in the house in the mountains only in the fall and winter. She became very reclusive after Keegan’s Death.

During the summer and spring she owned an apartment in the city. She would wander the streets mindless searching for him. Hoping one day he would show up in her life again. But that was never gonna happen. Death isn’t something that is inevitable. Especially in the line of work they both did. She got lucky she narrowly escaped deaths grasp but Keegan didn’t. The debt needed to be paid and Keegan took that burden from her.

The seasons started to change. The summer heat started to cool then eventually the leaves changed. The cool winds replaced with freezing gusts of wind that swept the entire city and mountains.

Knowing Keegan he would’ve moved mountains and sacrificed the whole world just for her to keep her at his side. And he would do anything to keep her happy. But this wasn’t happiness.

This was a nightmare.

“Keegan I miss you. I miss you so much it hurts everyday you aren’t here with me. I promise you I’ll take care of myself and try to live my life.”

“I’ll be in the mountains for the fall and winter. I’ll visit you when spring comes around. I love you Keegs”

She kissed her fingers pressing them against the tombstone. Her warm hands touch the cold rough stone.

Tears filled her eyes. This was the hardest part she couldn’t bring herself to leave the cemetery. Her heart longed for his love.

Looking back (y/n) chewed her inner cheek holding back her stifled sobs. She looked back hoping that one day death will take her away.

Her bones aches for his embrace. Not feeling his warm touch on her face her body. That feeling of being deprived from it hurt worse then a gunshot wound and the torture she endured.

The scars of her face served as a reminder she was stronger then the men that inflicted these wounds on her face and body.

She build a fire in her cottage and sat down on the floor watching the fire crackle and dance. The orange glow warmed her but couldn’t replace Keegan’s warmth.

Watching the fire dance in the fireplace she fell asleep.

The fire died down in the early morning.

The sounds of someone knocking on her door woke her up. She sat up on the floor her body ached and her joints cracked as she stood up. Rubbing her eyes she stumbled a bit trying to center herself. Looking around she looked at her watch reading the time 5:08am.

A thin blanket of frost covered the ground outside. But who was outside.

Stumbling to her door she hissed in pain as she made her way to the door. Grasping the handle she sighed heavily for whoever was at the door they were in for a surprise. She yanked opened the door only to be met with shock.

“K k Keegan”

“Sunflower”

“You fucking asshole!”

Jumping into his arms he fell back off the steps holding her close. Inhaling her scent feeling her body against his as he fell.

Hitting the ground knocked the wind out of him but the feeling of having her body pressed against his was the feeling he longed for.

“Sunflower, I’m so sorry I hurt you. And I’m sorry you were alone all these months and having a year pass by you have no idea how much it hurt me. I had to Sunflower.”

“I’m real and this isn’t a dream”

“I missed you so much it killed me the day they served me your papers and signing your death certificate.”

“You made it hard Keegan. I hate it but I love you so much.”

Caressing her face he pulled her in for a kiss. He longed for her warmth and touch. But his touch was something else.

Keegan took his time with touching and undressing her watching all the goosebumps raise. Caressing her stomach gliding his calloused fingers over her stomach. Watching her moan, her back arching begging for more.

Pinching her nipples through her black laced bra. Running his finger over her dampen lace panties. Feeling her wetness made his cock quiver with anticipation.

Watching her become undone under his touch was a like orchestrating music. The sweet lewd moans he could pull from her was music to his ears. The sweet nectar that drips between her legs. He so badly wanted a taste. But this moment was about her not him.

“Sunflower use your words”

“Touch me, finger me, something Keegan I need to feel you. I missed you so much.”

Standing up beside her unbuckling his pants dropping them to his ankles. Stepping out of them he palmed himself through his boxers watching her beautiful face turn many shades of pink her mouth watering. The way she bites her lips turns him to putty in her hands.

“Sunflower open up”

“Okay”

Keegan pulled his boxers down pressing his thumb down on her tongue as he pulled her forward to him. Her hot breath on his cock made his body shudder. The hot wet sensation of her mouth he had almost forgotten lingered in his mind.

“You take what I give you Sunflower. Swallow when I’m finished with you my wildflower.”

“Yes!”

Keegan placed his cock into her mouth. Thrusting forward in her mouth caused her to gag. Slow soft thrust into her mouth down her throat he sighed softly gripping the back of her head gently as he fucked her mouth.

Her eyes watered up as his pace quicken. Her gag reflex no longer reacted. Swirling her tongue around his rather large cock. Drool seeped down his balls dripping between his legs she sucked up the saliva that made a mess on her lower lip.

Licking the red sensitive tip caused him to groan and thrust harder into her throat.

🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

Meanwhile

“Hesh, Merrick it’s good to see you guys again.”

Logan walked up to the property owned by (y/n) they parked below the hill alongside the road.

Hesh and Merrick did the same as well to surprise (y/n). Hesh carried flowers and a small box of chocolates for her.

“Logan brother it’s been too long since we seen you guys”

“Guys we were supposed to bring gifts”

Logan shook his head with hands on his hips laughing softly feeling a lot embarrassed. He waved it off. Hugging his brothers they talked outside for awhile.

“Russ said he’s here but so far no one has greeted us.”

Hesh walked up to the door before he could knock he stopped immediately and walked away. Looking down he looked like he seen a Ghost.

“We should get the trucks and part up here.”

“Might want to give them some privacy.”

Hesh started to walk down the hill with the flowers and chocolates in hand he marched down the hill quickly.

“Oh? What do you-? Oh?!”

Logan nodded and Merrick questioned Hesh but realized what he meant. They all quickly walked down the hill quietly and quickly.

“Yeah”

No one dared to say anything.

Just the lewd moans and gasp was all Hesh heard aside from the sounds of Keegan’s praising, but the sounds of skin slapping and the wet lewd noises. The sounds of moans muffled and Keegan stern commands.

🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

[scoopypaws]

OBSESSED WTH THIS KID 🤎🤎

riffraff went to go enjoy his treat privately 🥹 i love that the babies consider the pumpkin seeds to be very precious but if we try that with the adults they walk the hell away from us 😂

full video on youtube!

pumpkin and pumpkin seeds can be lethal to young or compromised squirrels — like those with physical or neurological disabilities. it is low in calcium and can cause fatal dehydration and diarrhea. like peanuts and sunflower seeds, it is best given in moderation or not at all.

our squirrels are wild, constantly active, and have a varied diet outside of the treats we share with them. when we put out pumpkin seeds, it is mixed with chopped almonds and walnuts to prevent binging.

we’ve been advised by licensed rehabbers on how to keep our animals happy and healthy! riffraff and the other babies can enjoy their pumpkin seeds and treats safely 🤎

never feed urban wildlife without talking to a rehabber first!!! every backyard is different and requires special care and attention 🐿️

☽ squirrels are not pets! with the exception of unreleasable squirrels, they should always remain wild. these squirrels are not tame and are cared for with the help of licensed rehabbers. please do not imitate unless you have access to licensed rehabbers in your area. if you find an injured wild animal, contact a rehabber — not a vet or animal hospital. be safe and kind towards nature!

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[alkaliineee]

is that MELISA ASLI PAMUK? oh, no, that’s NAZLI SUNAR, a THIRTY-FIVE year old CARDIOTHORACIC SURGEON at VALPARAÍSO CENTRO MÉDICO who uses SHE/HER pronouns. they currently live in SANTA MONEDA in VALPARAÍSO, and the character they identify with most is CRISTINA YANG from GREYS ANATOMY. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

BASIC STATS .

FULL NAME . nazlı cemile sunar

NICKNAME(S) . naz

AGE/BIRTHDAY/ZODIAC . 35 / february 9th / aquarius

SEXUALITY . heterosexual?

BIRTHPLACE . istanbul, turkey

HEIGHT . 5‘10

EYES . brown

PEIRCINGS . ears

FC . melisa aslı pamuk

FAMILY  .

FIRST LAST ( relation, alive/deceased )

çağan sunar (father/alive)

özge sunar (mother/deceased)

— sunar (brother/alive/31-33)

OTHER CONNECTIONS   .

TBA

EDUCATION   .

lise diploması

+ whatever university degree u need to become a doctor & surgeon, pls my brain

LANGUAGES   .

turkish. english. (learning) spanish.

WORK   .

Position

cardiothoracic surgeon at valparaíso centro médico

FAVORITE   .

ANIMALS. leopard. caracal. COLOURS. white. brown. red. DESSERTS. fıstıklı sarma. lokma. torpil tatlısı. künefe. DRINKS. turkish coffee. espresso. black eye. raki. red wine. FRUIT. pomegranate. plums. cherries. apricots. HOLIDAY. tbd *. ICE CREAM. bal badem (honey almond). antep fıstığı (pistachio). vişne (black cherry). MUSIC GENRES. medical podcasts.  SCENTS.  blackcurrant. cardamom. tobacco. tonka bean. SEASON. fall. SNACKS. sunflower seeds. simit. dried fruit. pistachios. roasted chickpeas. yaprak sarma. lahmacun. WEATHER. rainy.

* she’s very much not a has favourites kind of person i’m learning sO

AESTHETIC   .

what are words? here is her pinterest instead.

PERSONALITY   .

+ ambitious

+ assertive

+ outspoken

- abrasive

- egocentric

- impatient

BACKGROUND .

nazlı was the first born to a fairly average couple. her father, a professor at istanbul university and her mother a homemaker. her brother came along a few years later and completed their little family, though she’d claim she could have done without the addition. she didn’t despise him but he was more a nuisance than anything. a sentiment she still holds to this day (even if she would gut anyone if they hurt him.)

a fairly quiet child, one who would rather keep her nose in a book or spend the day with her father at work, sitting in the back of his classes rather than play or generally just be around children her own age.

tw death: when she was six her mother passed away due to sudden cardiac arrest, her father was still at work and it was just özge and her two children at home. despite nazlı calling emergency services and following the operators instructions for cpr to the best of her capabilities she was pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital. while never an overly warm child, she still held a deep love and appreciation for both her parents, and something grew colder within her that day.

that grief was used, honed into a weapon in the form of knowledge, for if she had been better prepared, even at such a young age, things may have turned out different for their mother. so she studied. and studied. surpassing her classmates, of those in years ahead of her, medical texts favoured instead of stories about childhood, of damsels in distress waiting for some silly little prince to come save them. fairytales were beneath her, they did no good, served no purpose other than to fill children’s minds with unrealistic dreams.

there was no surprise when she was accepted to multiple medical universities upon graduation, naz could have her pick, scholarships practically thrown her way with the scores she had received on her testing. the best of the best, and nothing less would do.

it was during these years that her father introduced her to the son of a fellow colleague, one who was studying to fall into the same footsteps as their parents, and educator. a noble enough profession that after years of pestering for her to put herself out there, of reminders that her biological clock was running out (despite the fact that that she had made it known she indeed did not want kids, at the very least not until she had made her mark in the medical world) of the nagging that she needed to find a good man, that she finally accepted a date. one turned into two until one could claim that they were going steady. it wasn’t a romance that swept you off your feet in the least, but it kept her fathers mouth shut and it was comfortable enough.

tw infidelity: those few dates turned into years going by, turned into asking her father for her hand, turned into an engagement and then there was a wedding to plan, a task she waved off to her husband to be. she was too busy for such menial things. and then there was infidelity, a pair of earrings left in her bathroom that did not belong to her, a scrap of fabric that was supposed to be considered underwear left in her fiance’s car, a car she had to borrow to get to work while hers was in the shop. it didn’t break her heart like she supposed it should have, but there was a simmering rage, a vengeful gleam in her eye when she walked into a bar one night and paid her fiance the very same respects.

nazlı didn’t leave him, not yet. she’d grown more distant, her gaze colder, played off under the guise of being overworked, more nights spent sleeping in call rooms at the hospital than in her own bed, but she bided her time, getting her things in order. private bank accounts, calls made on her behalf to other hospitals across the globe, new cellphones, a large brown envelope with every damning thing his lover left behind in her home. it wasn’t until the day of the wedding, when she was supposed to be walking down the aisle donning a sleek white gown where she made her move. her brother walking in her place down the long aisle, room filled with hundreds of their closest friends, family, esteemed coworkers, her. the confusion laced on her fiancés face as he was handed that large brown envelope, only for eyes to go saucer wide. she hadn’t stayed for the fallout, hadn’t needed to bear witness when she knew her brother would give her the full report later. not when she had a plane to catch.

that was a few months ago, and she’s been here in valparaíso ever since.

HEADCANONS .

does not cook. very much an ingredient household. her fridge is probably barren save for some old takeout containers

if it wasn’t for the cleaners she has come to her apartment her home would be in a constant state of disarray. she does not have the time nor energy to deal with it herself.

her sleep schedule is absolutely Fucked. with the shifts she works there is no regular shmegular night and day, she can be found coming and going from her apartment at all hours.

tries to get out to run when she can u know Cardiovascular health and all but that gets put on the back burner more often than not.

will not answer the phone, pretty bad at answering texts. your best bet to catching her is either going to the hospital or her apartment.

her bedside manor sucks, but she is great ar her job, u don’t get to be picky!

she isn’t one to watch movies or listen to music or do anything really…fun? she’d rather sit at home and watch old surgeries? however does occasionally throw on a medical drama if to do nothing but roll her eyes, make fun of, and point out all the errors.

runs on caffeine and spite.

this will be added to as i think of things but, my brain

WANTED CONNECTIONS .

person: i just need one person. one person to be her person, everybody else can not like her it doesn’t matter, she rlly would not care, but one person who loves her even with her shitty attitude; and vice versa ofc. someone who doesn’t make her want to gouge her eyes out.

drinking “friends”: listen they don’t even need to be friends, but people who are down to go out and drink after a particularly harrowing day at work. (it quite literally could also be 5am i don’t make the rules.)

one night stands: i fear she may not wanna deal with all ^^^^^ that again, plus she really doesn’t have the time for much else so something just noncommittal,they don’t even have to like each other, it makes no difference to her !

opposites: someone who tries to get her to do things she would normally not do. dancing? going out to listen to music? smile?? idk??? has for some odd reason weaselled their way into her life and she’s kind of just accepted it.

misc: co-workers, patients, neighbours, enemies, friends? a potential slow burn situation? chip away at her heart of ice? idk y’all, i’m open to most things !

[charkyzombicorn]

I like to imagine how each of the temples look

Robins are large library’s, her followers gather and share knowledge as a teaching, most are nomadic since ohan

Frankys are workshops with his followers create and build machines.

Ussops are green house and small library’s filled with story books and fables. His followers tend to plants and tell children stores

Nami temples are ment for studying the weather and mapping out the world, there are many maps and one giant globe. Her followers study rain patterns and weather anomalies as well as create maps.

Sanjis temples are kitchens. His followers cook food and give it to those how are hungry.

Jinbes temples are located near or in the ocean. Lots of sea plants.

Brooks temples are full of music with large windows and skylights to show of the night sky. His followers are active at night where they sing great songs to people.

Luffys temples are like brooks, but sun themed and his followers help Carrie his themes of freedom and work to help those in need of it.

Choppers temples are hospitals for people and animals. His followers treat those who need it.

Zoros temples are like gyms and dojos. His followers train in the art of battle. They protect those who need protection.

I love all of theseeee!!!!!!

Luffy's specifically sounds kind of like the temple Dragon runs. What if he's a priest AND a revolutionary in this au???

I feel like Luffy doesn't have a lot of temples. Sure he has a lot of followers, but he doesn't like those stuffy people that use "his will" to control others. Also, he doesn't really like buildings because it's tedious to keep them lighten inside. He mostly just has stone alters that lower class people build and he's grateful for so surrounds them in sunflowers and has sparrows greet those who visit. There are a few made of carved stone to look like a rock with a strawhat on it and a sun emblem on the front - one of these is what Ace and Sabo stole.

This also means Luffy has the audacity to just walk into any other of the gods' temples without asking. Its a bit rude but most of them don't mind. Honestly Luffy just Showing Up before mortals' eyes becomes so common post-gt that pretty much everyone knows someone that's seen him. He's less of a god and more of a mixture between cryptid and annoying younger cousin to The Whole Dimension, but with a lot more god powers than he really should have

[jtl-fics]

Fluent freshman if there are still spots open, please!

8/7/24 WIP Wednesday (Closed) | Fluent Freshman (FD)

The final stop was to a small store by the hospital that sold cards, flowers, and stuffed animals for far cheaper than the gift shop at the hospital's gift shop.

Nicky got big happy sunflowers and pink tulips all contained in a light blue vase. “I don’t know what the hell Smithy is into yet, so I’m covering my bases. That’s how this would work right?” he says to literally no one’s understanding or comprehension. He grabs an incredibly gaudy ‘Get Well Soon’ card and makes Kevin turn around and offer his back as a surface so that they all could sign it, regardless of the actual table not five feet away.

[ampheenix]

Sunflower Day 4: Angst

So, then…

This was it.

Omori stood, hair rustling in the cool breeze as he looked down and over the city, whilst the DREAMER made pathetic struggles to regain control. His stony gaze flickered for a second, wincing at the havoc being wrecked inside his mind.

No matter. He would save him no matter what… it was his role, who he was.

If this was the only way left to save the DREAMER from further suffering…

Then, so be it.

…

…It was a long way down…

Did he want to jump?

Yes, Omori decided.

Sunny was no longer thrashing about wildly, and had gone completely silent. Omori could tell he had finally accepted it, and was relieved. Good, he had finally given in, finally understood why he was doing this.

His hospital gown flapped in the wind as he prepared to take a stop forward, eyes on the bright blue sky and fluffy clouds surrounding him-

But all of a sudden, he heard a door slowly creak open behind him, footsteps pitter-pattering behind him on the rooftop, sounding almost tentative.

Well, that could be a problem, Omori thought to himself. Better to get rid of his intruder so that they couldn’t try to stop him.

He turned around with a neutral expression, that flickered when he saw BASIL.

“BASIL! BASIL HELP!!” Sunny cried desperately from the inside, now thrashing against the surface of Omori’s mind again. The monochrome boy’s brow furrowed, what a pain.

 Basil stood completely silent, widened eyes darting from the rooftop’s edge to where Omori stood, uncomprehending. His shaky hands grabbed onto the sides of his blue hospital gown as if to steady himself, blinking away tears that threatened to fall, before he opened his mouth.

“S-sunny. P-please, just… j-just step away from the edge.” Basil’s voice cracked, eyes pleading, and Omori’s eyes narrowed.

“No.” He said shortly, and turned back towards the city. This was clearly a waste of time, and he was running short of that at the moment.

Omori winced despite himself, trying to ignore the headache throbbing at his temples.

The DREAMER was fighting like a wild animal inside, clawing tooth and nail at Omori’s defences with an energy he certainly hadn’t had before. What on earth could have occurred to trigger this-?

Nevermind.

Omori already knew, eyes turning to level on Basil accusingly- before they widened slightly.

Aubrey, Kel, Hero, Mari and Basil ran past the blonde boy in the hospital gown on the rooftop, laughing and yelling at the top of their voices.

“Omori, there you are!” Mari exclaimed with relief, in a gently chastising manner as she put an arm around him. “I was so worried!”

“Hurry up already, you’re taking foreeeever!” Aubrey whined, folding her arms petulantly as Kel did the same, looking impatient. “Yeah, c’mon Omori! We’ve been waiting for ages now!!”

“Pfft, as you can see, Kel and Aubrey are the same as ever.” Hero smiled warmly, before his smile slipped a bit, looking uncertain. “But um, you have been taking your time which is fine, but… y’know, the others are getting a tad impatient…”

Basil gaped at all of this behind them, and Omori turned to look at him with a neutral expression, before it flickered. Omori clutched his head with both hands, willing away the pain, he refused to let the DREAMER be held back by Basil again.

Shoot, this wasn’t good… Omori’s fingernails dug into his skull, drawing blood as he struggled to focus. Mari’s arm loosened and his friends crowded around him, looking concerned. “Omori?”

It flickered again and again and again and-

Sunny gasped, choking out a cough as he struggled to breathe, eyes screwed up as he tried to ignore the agony at his temples.

“B-basil!!” He got out through the lump in his throat, feeling tears sting his eyes as he desperately tried to fight through his friends towards him.

“S-sunny?! Is that you, are you, are you- under c-control or something?? O-oh God, it’s Something again i-isn’t it?!” Basil said frantically, stumbling towards him over the roof despite his exhaustion because fuck, Sunny could die here.

And it would be Basil’s fault, again.

“Omori? Why are you trying to run away?” His friends said accusingly, and Sunny stumbled back as their faces appeared to distort, stretching into sinister glitched smiles as they walked towards him in unison.

“N-no, I, I just… I didn’t, pl-please, stop!” Sunny said, panicked, and his eyes locked onto Basil’s just as he flickered again. Sunny gasped as the sheer pain hit, Omori clawing and stabbing the inside as he attempted to fight back through.

He let out a hiss as his fingers found bloody welts left there just a few seconds earlier, desperately trying to calm down… “Basil… pl… please… h-help…” He whimpered, falling to his knees as his friends swarmed around him, slowly dragging him over to the edge.

“SUNNY!” Basil gasped, desperately trying to stagger over to where Sunny stood- god, curse his hospital-bed-weakened body!! “Just- h-hang in there, I- I’m coming!!” He choked out, feeling tears blur his vision as his voice shook, trying his damn best not to have a panic attack because fucking GOD this was NOT the time. He would not let Something take Sunny away again!

 Sunny Omori inhaled sharply, pulling himself up as he resolutely ignored the pounding coming from his skull. His friends distorted back into shape, kind faces looking worried for him as they helped him to his feet and over to the rooftop’s edge.

Basil blinked back tears, hands shaking from desperation and fear as he shoved his way in-between Kel and Aubrey, ignoring their irritated expressions, before he finally, finally got a hold of Sunny on the forearm, dragging him back to safetywith all the force he could muster.

“Sunny, co- come on!” Basil’s voice trembled, but kept trying to push throughout the bone-deep exhaustion that was weighing down his entire body because this wasn’t about him.

Omori glared at him, trying to pull his hand out of Basil’s vice-like grip before his pinched expression flickered, the DREAMER scrabbling at the insides desperately as he struggled to overtake his alter ego. Sunny took a deep breath, before making a final push through-

“Sunny, pl-please, co… come back!” Basil sobbed, struggling to keep pulling through the bone-deep exhaustion that weighed down his entire body, gripping onto Omori’s hand like it was his tether to life itself. Through his blurred vision, he realised that Something was finally gone, and Sunny’s terrified, pale face was staring back at him.

“Hey, stop that you jerk!” Aubrey said angrily, pulling at Basil’s hands still gripping tightly onto Sunny’s wrist. Kel joined her in trying to pull Sunny away from him, stubborn as he glared, “Omori doesn’t want to come with you!”

Mari’s face distorted, glitching out as her nails dug painfully into Basil’s hands. He let out a yelp, tightening his hands as he stared fearfully into the dark abyss of her eyes. Mari smiled so wide her mouth started to stretch and bleed at the edges, as she said kindly, “Come on, he won’t be happy here! We’re just helping him, can’t you see?”

Hero’s face lengthened nightmarishly, his glitching hands joining Mari and Aubrey’s as they started to drag Sunny further towards the edge. “Are you really trying to stop Omori from what will help him most?” Hero said with a disappointed frown, and Basil shook his head confusedly, tears still blurring his gaze as he screwed up his eyes and pulled.

“St-stop it, just stop it!” He cried, feeling red-hot pain flare up from where his childhood friends were raking their nails down his arm, the hot blood welling up on his arm feeling like a burning fire, turning his fingers to charcoal.

He opened his eyes against his will, and was met with… his own face.

Basil looked at him sadly, colourful flowers moving with his mint-green hair as he shook his head slowly, chagrined.

Basil slowly blinked his blue eyes and tilted his head slightly, as if confused.

“You’re supposed to love this boy, right?” The mirrored version of himself whispered gently, and Basil stiffened completely, terrified as he met the other’s eyes.

“I love him too, so I’m doing what’s best for him.” The green-haired boy leant in closer, a small smile dancing on his lips.

“Seems to me like you’re being a bit selfish.”

Basil froze completely, trembling as the childhood version of himself reached forward to where his friends were digging their nails into his skin, and foolish thought for a moment he would remove his friend’s fingers for a moment, sagging in relief.

Basil met his counterpart’s eyes, and watched as he grinned maliciouslyat him with relish before he lifted his fingers, before raking them down his arms as hard as he could.

Basil let out a broken sob, feeling hot blood running down his arms. He gazed pleadingly at Sunny who was being weakly pulled forwards and backwards like a ragdoll.

Their eyes met, both of them terrified. Sunny tried to say something, looking anguished before he screwed up his face, clearly in pain.

“I… B-basil, I’m…” Tears welled up in Sunny’s eyes, and Basil realised with startling clarity that this was the first time he’d ever seen him cry. A sob forced its way out of his throat, and Basil hopelessly tugged back and forth at Sunny’s arm even as his childhood friends clawed at his fingers.

Their eyes met again, both of them desperate as Sunny spoke for the first time in four years.

“I-I’m sorry.” Sunny choked out, voice cracking pathetically and before Basil could say a word, Sunny’s eyes turned stony. His face slackened and his painful wincing stopped, and Basil knew he was back.

Sunny Omori started pulling with his friends, teeth clenching as he tried to get away from the boy who had caused all this in the first place, who had ruined Sunny’s life before it had even begun. The boy whose existence he had to keep deleting over and over every time he found out the truth, again and again and again.

Omori became ANGRY.

It was all this boy’s fault.

With the help of his friends, he made one final yank, clenching his jaw at the agony assaulting his temples. Ugh, why couldn’t the DREAMER see he was doing this for him?!

Finally free, Omori followed his friends to the edge, feeling a warm fuzzy feeling inside as he looked around at everyone’s bright and happy faces. The pain in his head caused by the DREAMER hadn’t yet abated, but he barely noticed it when he was blinded by the brightness of his friend’s smiles.

“You ready, Omori?” Mari said with a gentle smile, holding out her hand for him to take.

Omori dipped his head forward in assent, taking her hand gently, and her smile widened.

“Thanks, little brother… I knew you could do it.”

“S-SUNNY! PL-PLEASE!!” Basil choked out through the lump in his throat, because oh god oh GOD please let Sunny still be there!!

It couldn’t be too late, it just couldn’t…

Eyes so blurred by hot tears that he could barely see anything, his hands weakly reached out to find…

…

Empty space.

…

Basil glanced around, scrubbing at his eyes because surely he just- he just can’t see him, Sunny, Sunny hasn’t jumped yet, there’s still time-  

And with tears cold on his cheeks, eyes red and unblemished arms burning with phantom pain, Basil’s slowly lifts his head.

Basil’s vision is perfect, as he glances around.

…He’s alone.

No one else is here.

Basil’s eyes are dull, as he walks over to the edge of the roof.

He doesn’t look down.

His tear-stained hospital gown flaps in the wind, as a cream-coloured tulip in his hair is picked up and carried away on the cool breeze…

…

…It’s a long way down.

The world is very quiet, as Basil slowly takes a step forward.

I’m sorry too, Sunny. He thought to himself, exhaling softly as he began to fall. I’m so, so sorry I couldn’t save you.

…

Goodnight.

[beardedmrbean]

A woman shot by a man suspected of killing three people in Rotterdam had repeatedly complained about him to the police, her neighbour has told the BBC.

Prosecutors also knew about Fouad L and had warned the hospital where another victim was shot, an email shows.

Fouad L, 32, had shown "psychotic behaviour", the hospital was told.

He was arrested on Thursday after he allegedly shot his neighbour and her daughter as well as a lecturer at the Erasmus Medical Center.

The Dutch authorities have not given any details about a possible motive, but said it was likely the victims were intentionally targeted.

Roy, who lives in the same apartment block, told the BBC the family lived next door to Fouad L and had repeatedly reported him to the police.

"Once he threw a dead rabbit into their garden," the 20-year-old said.

The police would come, Roy added, but "he always had the curtains closed and never opened the door".

"They had so many chances to kick him out. This is social housing, he should have been evicted a long time ago," he said.

The email - sent by the Dutch public prosecution service to the teaching hospital where Fouad L studied - described his previous "worrying behaviour", including him being found "half-naked in the garden on a pile of leaves".

In the message, prosecutors suggested his behaviour could affect whether the hospital would grant him a medical diploma.

The suspected gunman posted the email in a web forum himself and complained about teachers "sabotaging" him.

He described himself as an alcoholic and said he had been fired because he was unable to finish his medical degree.

Prosecutors have confirmed the authenticity of the email, Dutch public broadcaster NOS reports.

Erasmus Medical Center chairman Stefan Sleijfer said in a statement that the prosecutor's warning had been taken seriously.

Fouad L was told to undergo psychological evaluation and was denied a doctor's licence unless a psychologist declared him fit to practise medicine, Mr Sleijfer said.

During a search of his phone at the time of the animal cruelty investigation, prosecutors also found pictures of people being stabbed as well as right-wing extremist images.

Fouad L set fire to the residential building after shooting the woman and her daughter, police said. Emergency services took the daughter, 14, to hospital but she later died from her injuries.

Bouquets of roses and sunflowers have been attached to the black screen placed by police around the crime scene.

Roy said the family was friendly with their other neighbours and often outside talking with them.

"Now a girl I knew since she was tiny is dead. Her twin sister, older sister and little brother have lost their sibling and mother," he said.

Francisca, another neighbour, said her granddaughter had been friends with the victim's twin girls. "It's just so sad. I still can't believe it," she told the BBC.

Police officers were going door to door the day after the attack, searching for evidence.

The windows of the family's flats are entirely blown out and black burn marks around the brickwork suggest the blaze ignited by the gunman had been substantial.

After the first shooting, police say he went to the Erasmus Medical Center and killed a 43-year-old male lecturer.

The hospital named the victim as Jurgen Damen and described him as "a dearly beloved teacher" and "well-known face in the educational world of Rotterdam".

The suspect was arrested outside the Erasmus Medical Center around 15:30 local time (13:30 GMT) in a huge operation that included an elite police unit storming the hospital and helicopters hovering over the building.

Fouad L also started a fire at the hospital, causing significant damage. The hospital says it has cancelled all lectures in the building, but students have been invited to mourn there today.

On Friday morning, staff gathered in a cosy café outside the teaching hospital told the BBC they were frustrated about Rotterdam being characterised as a place in the grip of violence linked to gangs and drug-trafficking.

Dutch Prime Minister Mark Rutte wrote in a post on social media: "My thoughts go out to the victims of the violence, their loved ones and to all the people who have been in great fear."

Rotterdam mayor Ahmed Aboutaleb said the "horrible incident" was a "pitch-black day" for the city.

Fouad L appeared in court for a preliminary hearing on Friday and will be arraigned next week.

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Strong Sugarboo

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What are you doing?

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- got asked that too many times

Movie scene

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I LOVE YOU

Mama's boy

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Juggalo

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Music

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- I'm not the guy you want me to be.

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Hospital

Music

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Hcs

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Hair

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His hair

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HCs

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Gacha pulls

AO3 stories

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Mom

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Paparazzi

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Corny

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UNHOLY

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More slander

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Lego noises

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THE white boy

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Long cat

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Lost

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Protector

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Insomniac listener

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Pokemon

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Bonnets

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Avatar the last airbender

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Aesthetics

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Art styles

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Dates

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Heartbeat

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Playing with hair

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Heightened senses

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Red flags

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Mellow out

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Pyromaniac

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AUs??

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Warrior Au

Circus Au

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Uncanny Valley AU

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Edits?!

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Weird snacks

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Bunny suits

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TWITTER PT2 PT3 PT4 PT5 PT6 PT7

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Mini foods

Light footsteps

So high

Salt circle

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Just found your blog, I love your art and I love Jay!! Tell me more about him? He and Nick seem so sweet 🥺🥺🥺

jfghsdjfgs thank you so much?!! Hmmmmm I have so much to say I don't even know where to start ok so to keep it short and simple (this won't be short or simple LOL) so Jay is actually a plant mutant vault experiment, and also the son of an artifact holder (Like Lorenzo, my NV oc Fyre is Jay's dad, and was Lorenzo's partner and an archeologist. When they found the Artifact Lorenzo wears, in my fic they actually found multiple pieces, and his dad has a choker that can't be removed now, but Jay was born long after he had the artifact) so he essentially has inherited alien-artifact powers, but not to a crazy extent. It's like all the basic alien-artifact serum powers in game, stronger, immune to most sickness, resilient, extra long life, that stuff. But in my fic each artifact had it's own general set of "powers" along with the "buffs". For example, Lorenzo has telekinesis in game, Jay's dad's choker had telepathy/empathy. Jay can only hear the thoughts of/communicate with animals though, because his inherited powers aren't as strong. He does have empathy with humans though, just not telepathy. Jay doesn't know of his dad or the actual reason for his weirdness until way late in his life, because his mom gave him up for adoption and he never met his birth parents (he doesn't care to either he loves his adoptive lesbian mothers too much to care) Prewar, Jay was a nurse practitioner (he wanted to be a forest ranger but one of his mom's was too scared of his really bad driving and didn't want him to get lost/drive off a road or something,) before the war, moved from southern Oregon to Massachusetts for schooling. He gets married, and later is drafted and about 4ish years before the start of the game he gets shot in the head (rip), lives, but is in a coma for 3 months. He stays at a hospital in Vegas for 2 months.. while he's there, Vault Tec scientist Cedric hears of a dude at the hospital whole lived being shot in the head and is set to be frozen in Vault 111 when the bombs drop. Cedric was one of the scientists going into Vault 22, and he had a personal project where he was trying to modify the DNA of humans with sunflower dna to see if they could process radiation as either a source of nourishment or simply be unaffected by it, as sunflowers do. Sunflowers irl are used to clean up nuclear fallout, which was the inspiration for this as well as the Solar Powered perk! So while Jay was in a coma, the guy spliced his exceedingly handsome dna with Sunflower dna, turning him into the world's first (and best) human flower. Then, Jay was taken back to Mass. and woke up about a month later. He doesn't know about that until long after the war Cedric is an important character later in my fic he's still alive and is a ghoul slowly going feral Being shot in the head does make Jay go mostly blind and deaf though, he can't move or see from his right eye at all and his hearing is almost completely gone on the same side, but it's better on the left. he usually closes his right eye to focus on stuff so it looks like he's winking all the time lol Then the war happens, Jay is frozen, in the vault, and then eventually is rescued from the ice prison by Codsworth, Preston and Struges. The experiment made him able to photosynthesize, he's immune to radiation, gets very tired at night/in the dark, smells like sunflowers and is sadly very susceptible to the cold I was going to write more about Nick and how amazing he is and how much they love each other but this is so long.

also I know this all probably sounds super insane. But I built everything off in game lore and perks so it seems crazy but I can explain in some way I feel like Charlie at the pepe silvia board though