#that fish got replaced for years lmao

[cerealforkart]

I know the Oak Swallows Garcia house didn’t have pets but if they did I just KNOW if Normal had a fish that died in the night it would be replaced with an identical fish before he woke up and he wouldn’t learn the truth for years

Hero on the other hand is an older child. If her fish died it was dead

[tonowaritrash]

Touch starved, inexperienced young!Tonowari being a moaning mess while a older experienced reader teaches him how to pleasure his mate🤤

Like hes expected to be looking for a mate but baby is a virgin and wants to know how to please a woman before he mates😩 so he seeks the help of one of his mentors

now i’m just filled with thoughts of reader corrupting young wari but that’s not what was asked for lmao

pairing: tonowari x reader

tags: inexperienced tonowari, older reader, younger tonowari, p in v sex,

minors dni

after a long day of successful fishing, the shade of your marui offered a welcome coolness from the heat outside. eywa had blessed the reef with a bounty that would feed the clan for two days at least and everyone was overjoyed.

you, however, were glad to be inside. it wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy fishing, in fact you loved it. you loved the anticipation, loved the thrill of feeling something big tug at your line and the satisfaction of your hard work paying off. you loved it so much that you were considered a master fisherman and you taught the older youth complicated techniques to catching more dangerous fish. fish that were used in healing or rituals that were difficult to come by.

they loved you, so much so that your students often sought you out outside of lessons to chat and ask for guidance about their lives. it wasn’t uncommon for them to even ask about matters of the heart, despite the fact that you weren’t mated. they called yours a “neutral perspective”.

not that you were unmated unwillingly. quite the opposite. suitors had clamoured at your home during your younger years but you turned them away. yes, you had others in your bed often but they understood this. fishing was your true love. and sharing that love with the up and coming youth was an opportunity you relished.

your favourite among them was the olo’eyktan’s son, tonowari. at barely 23 he had proven himself time and time again in your classes that he was a worthy fisherman, enough to replace you.

he was bright eyed and eager to absorb information. often after your lessons the two of you would talk about things he worried about. about his grievances, his worries, his struggles, things he felt as though he couldn’t tell his father. you listened and offered advice as best you could.

it was a shame that eywa had other plans for him. once he would become olo’eyktan he would have less time to go fishing. you felt it a huge loss for the clan, but it was out of your hands.

your musings were interrupted by the rustle of chimes at your entrance and you turned to see the very man you’d been thinking about. it wasn’t uncommon for him to visit you in your marui it normally it was arranged beforehand so you were more than a bit confused.

you immediately knew that something was off. he was a bit more distracted than usual, shifting his weight from foot to foot. his blue eyes avoid your own gaze and you could swear he took in a shaky breath.

was he…nervous?

“can i come in? i need to ask you about something.”

snapping out of your musings immediately you motioned for him to enter your marui. “of course, of course! come on in. i wasn’t expecting company today though.”

“sorry,” he apologised, entering. he was tall enough that he needed to duck his head at the entry point . you never quite got over how large he was even among metkayina men.

he took his place at your bed and immediately you fussed about the marui hoping that you could scrounge up something for him to eat. “good job fishing out there today, by the way,” you said, filling the strange silence. “if you get any better i might have to consider changing specialties.”

he chuckled. “you flatter me.”

“i mean it. i don’t think there’s anything left for me to teach you — aha!” your hands grabbed a bowl of nuts that your friend had foraged from the forest a few days prior.

you brought them to him and placed the bowl on a makeshift table. your kind words seemed to relax him a bit as he immediately grabbed one and ate it, the crunch resonating in the marui.

“that’s what i came to talk to you about,” tonowari said. you looked at him quizzically and he avoided your gaze. “i need to ask for your help with something. outside of fishing.”

you sat down at this, giving him your utmost attention.

“as you know i need to find a mate. as olo’eyktan there needs to be someone at my side.”

you nodded. “there are plenty of good women in village. i know some capable fishers i could introduce you to. oteri in particular is quite strong, and she has a kind heart. but if she isn’t to your liking, well,” you placed your hand on his shoulder in reassurance, “i’ll ask around. i have plenty of friends who are mentoring others.”

you felt him stiffen under your touch and moved to pull away but he stopped you. “that’s not…thank you but finding women is not the problem.”

you frowned at this. “i wasn’t aware that you’d already found someone. you’d like to woo her, then.” you thought for a moment. “there’s a cave up a cliff that has glowing flowers that i once—”

“i haven’t found anyone yet. i can’t even consider looking for someone if i cannot—” his jaw tightened and you watched his fist clench.

“tonowari…” you prodded gently.

he sighed and leaned forward. “i’ve been training to become olo’eyktan for as long as i can remember and i never really had time for myself. i don’t know how to please a woman. i’d like to learn so that when i do find someone that i don’t make a fool of myself when the time comes.”

oh…

oh.

“have you even kissed anyone?”

once again he avoided your gaze but the reddening of his ears gave away that he was inexperienced in everything.

you could hardly believe it. tonowari was handsome, kind and completely dedicated to the clan, all traits that any woman would kill for in a mate. that he had never even been kissed completely confused you.

“nobody knows,” he muttered. “it’s never come up, but i think everyone just assumes…” he trailed off and sighed. “i would be mortified if a girl found out and told everyone else.”

that still didn’t answer the one question that plagued you at that moment. “so why did you come to me?” you asked slowly.

“i want you to teach me. i can’t go to any of my friends because they like gossiping and, well, i trust you.”

you heart stopped at those words. you were fond of tonowari, yes, and the two of you were close. but your admiration was always that of a teacher.

yet, now, as he looked at you with his eyes —his big, blue, innocent eyes — you couldn’t help but think just how adorable he was.

younger men were not your type as they were usually cocky and obnoxious, but you’d grown close to tonowari the last three years. and if he’d come to you about this issue, if you were the only one he could truly trust with something so sensitive and personal…

“how could i refuse?”

he blinked at you, clearly not expecting that answer. “you…what?”

“it would be my honour to guide the future olo’eyktan in this area.”

again he blinked, but then he stood up abruptly and cleared his throat. “thank you for graciously accepting to help me in this way. where do we start?”

-0O0-

there was a grotto in the cliffs that you’d brought him to a few days later. your marui wasn’t exactly safe as you had various apprentices and friends who would pop in uninvited during the day for a chat.

the pools of the grotto itself were filled with various fish and plants that glimmered in the dim light. they startled as you walked passed them and headed to deeper inside while holding tonowari’s hand.

finally you got to a nook where grass and various plants were growing. they too glowed and offered a little light as you turned to look at tonowari but it was far too dim for you to read his expression well.

you cupped his face and he sighed as leaned into the warmth of your touch, as though your hand were a magnet. you placed your other hand onto his chest and glcould feel the nervous quickness with which it beat. again, you couldn’t help but feel he was incredibly adorable.

“calm down, it’s just us here.”

your voice was soft and gentle and he seemed to respond to it immediately as he loosened his tense shoulders. you trailed the hand that had cupped his cheek down to his arm and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“how do you feel?”

“nice. your hands i mean,” his voice shook slightly and he cleared his throat. “they feel…nice. good actually.”

you chuckled at his sincerity. “i’m the first woman touching the future olo’eyktan in this way, i gather?”

he nodded and swallowed. “can i…kiss you?”

“that’s why we’re here,” you pointed out. “go ahead.”

“right. okay. right.”

his boyish innocence endeared you tremendously. gone was the self-assured young man who led his peers, replaced with a boy who only wanted to please women but was too nervous to truly know how.

he leaned down and connected his lips to yours as he hesitantly grabbed your hips. it was certainly…a kiss. with too much of everything in his hastiness to please.

“wait,” you said softly, nudging his chest.

he pulled away from you looked at you with doe eyes, the same eyes he gave you when you were teaching him something new. never in a million years did you imagine he’d use them on you in this context.

“you don’t want to…overwhelm your partner,” you said softly. “it’s not a sprint. you want to tease them.”

“tease?”

you nodded as you moved your face closer to his. “it’s all about anticipation. it’s all well and good to go right to business but the journey is half the fun. make them want it more. make them want you more.”

you were speaking lowly and you lips brushed against his as you talked. he was transfixed on them and he moved forward slightly to connect them again but you pulled away slightly.

“teasing can do wonders,” you whispered as you faintly traced his hip with your fingers. “when used correctly it can make your partner a helpless, whimpering mess. all they’ll want is you. they’ll whine and beg for you because you’ll be all they’ll want. all they’ll need.” you traced your hand softly above his incredibly hard and clothed member, causing him to moan slightly.

you smirked. “anticipation is a powerful tool. that’s lesson number one.”

you kissed him and he melted into it immediately, wrapping his arms around you. this time you set the pace, tongue softly swiping at his lips. he moaned and allowed entry, absolutely breathless as you gently traced and tasted him.

“i need—” he said between kisses.

“what, sweet boy?” you asked softly.

“i need…what you did just now…your hand,” he gasped as you kissed his neck and closed your eyes. “touch me. don’t stop touching me.”

you laughed slightly but obliged, letting your hand softly graze his clothed cock. his hips jerked immediately at the touch and he bit his lip.

“do you touch yourself there?” you asked softly.

he nodded softly and swallowed. “not often though…no privacy.” he gasped again when you applied a bit more pressure.

you tutted. “sit for me, sweet boy.”

he sat on the soft ground and you knelt next to him before taking off his loin cloth. his cock sprung out, absolutely leaking precum which you touched tentatively. he moaned at this.

“your body is so responsive,” you cooed. “so eager to be touched.”

he nodded and you skirted a fingertip across the length. his breath hitched as you fondled his heavy balls and rubbed two fingers along his slit.

“you’re close,” you whispered in awe. “did kissing me excite you that much?”

you didn’t wait for answer as you rubbed along his length again, applying more pressure. his head fell back as his thighs tensed.

you straddled him, kissing him once again and felt him grab your hips like his life depended on it. when you separated you guided his head down to one of your breasts and he looked at you questioningly. you could die from his innocence.

“suckle on it. the nipples can be very sensitive for some women.”

he gave a tentative suck and you guided his hand to cup your breast as you explored your chest with his tongue. you wrapped your hand loosely around his cock and pumped it as he suckled which made him fall into you a little bit.

“it feels so good,” he panted.

“that’s the idea.”

you rubbed his cock a bit more, slowly and gently as you watched him try to concentrate on your nipples. it was cute how his eyebrows furrowed as he tensed up. you noted how he bit his lips softly, and the way his own movements stuttered in response to your ministrations.

you guided his hand to your most intimate of parts and watched as his expression changed to wonder when he felt how wet you were under your clothes. a chuckle left your lips and it took everything in your power not to kiss his cheek or forehead in response, lest he found it condescending.

“what’s this?”

“natural lubricant,” you said. “when a woman is incredibly aroused she makes it. some more than others. and when you put fingers inside her, it feels just as good as when i touch your cock.”

he raised his eyebrow but tentatively pushed two inside. you bit your lip at how thick his fingers were and had to swallow a gasp. the last person you’d had in your bed was too long ago now and the way tonowari’s fingers stretched you made you quiver softly. they were thick and powerful.

“like this?” he asked.

you swallowed. “yeah, move them in and out, rub along the walls.”

tonowari did as you instructed and this time you couldn’t hold in the moan which made him watch you in awe. his blue eyes traced along your face as he studied your expression as though taking a mental note of every twitch.

“when you do this i want you to imagine that it’s your cock instead of your fingers,” you said shakily.

“fuck,” he muttered as you bounced on his fingers. you felt his cock twitch against your stomach and you smiled as his expression turned to pure need. “touch me.”

again you touched him gently, using the copious amount of precum as lube as he closed his eyes.

he moaned and thrusted his hips every so often, panting and gasping. “i need you.”

you slowed your hands and watched him bite his lip, chest heaving as his head fell back, his hips thrusting pathetically. he was so close and you’d barely touched him.

you seized your movements and lined up his cock with your entrance. he bit his lip in anticipation and you slowly took him in. he filled you up deliciously, stretching you more than any man had before. you panted as you bottomed out and leaned over.

tonowari was a mess, hips thrusting involuntarily and lip swollen from how much he bit it. it was beautiful how much you’d ruined him.

slowly you began to move and his hips met your thrusts immediately, quickening the pace.

“wari, wait—”

“oh eywa,” he gasped, eyes shut tight but miraculously he listened to you. his hips seized but his thighs trembled under you. “i’m so close.”

you watched a tear trail down his face as he fought every urge to fuck into you. his desperation aroused way more than you thought possible and you kissed him softly.

“hold on, sweet boy,” you said softly. “wanna savour how you feel inside me, okay?”

he whimpered but nodded which made you smile softly.

his hips thrusted involuntarily a few times as you warmed his cock and hugged it inside you. he touched you everywhere he could while he waited obediently and you knew he was hanging on by a thread.

“need you,” he said. “please let me come.”

you thought for a moment as you regarded his panting mouth and heavy lidded eyes. the expression was something you wish you could savour for far longer but you knew it would be far too cruel for the inexperienced man.

you gave a single nod and his hips sprang into action, fucking into you relentlessly. there was no rhythm, as he’d been on edge for ages so when you let him take control and move you so that you were under him he pumped into you with wild abandon.

he moaned your name, a sound that shot straight to your clit. you’d wanted to tell him to fall into some kind of rhythm but his cock rubbed into your walls so perfectly that you could barely think.

the sounds of skin slapping skin reverberated throughout the grotto, your pants echoed and sweat rolled down tonowari’s beautiful face as he gave i in to the pleasure completely.

you had just enough sense to grab one of his hands and guided it to your clit, prompting him to rub it. your back arched immediately at the sensation and you pulled him down into you. tonowari let out a soft growl. it was a sound that you found that you deeply enjoyed and it didn’t take long for an orgasm to rip through you.

it was almost unexpected, and if you were being honest with yourself you had thought you wouldn’t come that evening at all, but you saw stars as a white heat tore through you. you trembled slightly as tonowari continued to rub your clit and your body jerked and spasmed. he watched in wonder and your fluttering walls only spurned him in even more as his hips snapped into you at a punishing pace.

finally he gave two hard thrusts and came inside you with soft moan, coating your walls. he continued to moan as he fucked you through his orgasm, and the cum got pushed out from the amount he’d made.

finally he pulled out and lay down next to you, panting from the exertion. while he caught his breath you took a moment to regard him and trace his face with your fingers.

“wow,” he muttered softly.

you giggled and kissed his cheek. “you did well. i’m impressed. truly.”

he laughed with you and grabbed the hand that you were using to touch him when you started to pull away.

“i think i’ll need a supplementary lesson,” he said. “to apply what i’ve learned.”

you raised an eyebrow. “i’m sure i can make that work.”

[astolfofo]

it's that shittly written in 45 minutes for me. Anyways enjoy this short childe thing I made holy shit my writing skills degraded into the negatives. (i've realized i can't write for this ginger shit)

yandere tartaglia (or childe or ajax idk what he's called man) x reader

i got too lazy to make this longer or more detailed lmao.

also @yandere-romanticaa hi.

-

Your hand hovers over the solid black line. An empty space indicating the need for a signature, your own signature, to resign. You had read the paper several times. You had almost memorized the terms and conditions, word by word, but you couldn’t bring yourself to scrawl your own signature on the sheet. 

You just couldn’t do it. You were too scared to do it. Resigning would be betrayal to Childe, and even though he could not stop you from leaving, he would still find his way back to you, anyways. You’d have no say in the matter and he had made that clear a long time ago. He would undoubtedly search every nook and cranny of Tevyat just to get you back. He would kill countless men, women, and possibily children, just to get you back. He said that he’d fill the oceans up with blood if he had to. If that meant you’d never leave his side. 

And you could tell he meant it. Down to every last word. 

But the taste of freedom from your job had always been tempting. Despite the job security and high pay, you simply could not stand working for the Fatui. It was a dead-end job; unfulfilling on a good day, and traumatizing on a bad day. Countless times had you needed to raise your blade without hesitation, and countless times have people pointed their blades on you. To the people, you were an enemy, and to the Fatui, you were nothing but a discardable tool. Replaceable and worthless. 

Your hand inches closer to the line. One simple scrawl would be enough to get you out. But it also wasn’t worth it. The entire process wasn’t hard, in fact. Childe was currently on a trip, and he wouldn’t be getting back for another week or so. All you needed to do was sign your name, present the papers to the second in command, pack your things, and leave. Then you could go back home, you could do anything you want, no strings attached. You could return back to your life in solidarity before any of this happened; before you met Ajax, before he challenged you, and before you had lost. You could live your life as a nobody again. A dream you had dearly longed for. 

You considered that idea. It was tempting. In fact a week was enough for you to not only get back home, but also conceal your traces. You were good at hiding enough, that it would take years for Ajax to hunt you down. You were good at fighting enough, to fend off his accquantainces. Possibly not himself, but you could last in a long enough fight to escape from his grasp. 

It’s worth it. You think to yourself. You put your pen on the paper, and sign your name in a single motion. You stare at it for a second. Your signature almost looks like a scar within the paper but you decided that didn’t matter. It must be done so you could get away. 

Without any more hesitation, you walk up to the door, towards the secretary, and hand them the paper. They take it in mindlessly, read it, and nod. Easier than you expected, you would have expected some resistance within that, but you supposed not. An employer, after all, cannot stop you from resigning. 

Quickly you walk back to your office, not thinking much. The sooner you’d get out, the better. You grabbed your bag from underneath the desk, and took the few essential belongings you had. The less you took, the quicker you could travel. After stuffing them in your bag, you then put on your jacket and opened the door again.

The singular window in your office told you it was about sunset. If you were able to move at night, you’d be able to get out of Shezenaya in about two to three days. You’d have to keep moving no matter what. Ajax could catch up to you in no time. You couldn’t waste a single second. You fished out the key for the office door, and locked it. 

/

You had forgotten how difficult it was to travel through the knee-deep snow. It was almost impossible to run through, and it was took so much effort to walk through, that it might as well have been a year until you were able to get through it. Most people would have used other methods of transportation, but considering resigning the Fatui often made you a social outcast, you decided against taking a nearby boat or the train. 

It had been a full day of walking before you had been able to find a place to rest for a little bit. It was a small inn in the middle of nowhere. Almost too good to be true. 

But you needed to keep going. 

Yet every single inch of your body was so exhausted that you weren’t sure you could go on for much longer. 

You debated this in your head for some time, before deciding that it would be the best course of action to take a rest for the night, before going on. You trudged on for a few moments, before opening the door.

The lobby was empty. There was no one there. You look around for a second or two, observing the surroundings of the fireplace, and the comfortable wood structures, before a creeping feeling comes up. 

This doesn’t feel right.

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, instead subconsciously gripping on to your blade, as if it could protect you.

“Who’s there?”

No response. You sigh, and lower your blade a bit. You walk towards the check-in counter, and peer over. Immediately, you cover your mouth and lean back. It’s a dead body. Throat slit, with the blood dried, and covered over the floor. By the looks of it, it had been dead for serveral days. 

You back a bit. Immediately you run back towards the door, reaching for the handle on your last step. But before you make it, you hear footsteps. 

Shit. Now this person’s gonna think I murdered him. What do I do? What do I do? What do I…

“I told you what was going to happen if you tried to leave.”

It’s a voice you know all too well. As you reach for the handle, a hand covers your mouth. You try to pry it off, but you can’t. Your hands are too shaky, and your strength had been greatly reduced by walking through the snowy terrain. You pull and pull, while the other arm snakes around your neck.

Out of desperation, you step on his foot, hoping he would loosen enough for you to break away, but instead he slams you against the wall, causing your vision to become blurry. “You know what happens when you try to fight, right? You won’t win, you never have.”

Your turn around to see Ajax’s face. He’s almost smiling, but his voice was so flat and monotone. A giveaway sign that you had really fucked up this time. 

“I got out of my trip early, you know? Just so I could come back and see you. Never did I expect you to try and resign from your job. You want to know why the secretary didn’t question you at all when you left?”

You don’t respond.

“I said do you want to know why?”

You know he wants you to say yes. Without thought, you nod. 

“I told them that if you resigned, do not process the paper. I had a feeling you might have tried to escape, but never did I think it would have happened so soon.” He chuckles, “Never did I think you were lying to me this entire time. I must say, I am impressed with your ability to hide yourself from me. After all, before I had left, you had physically locked yourself inside a closet, just to avoid being taken to Shezenaya.”

“But. (Y/N),” you feel a blade just touching your neck, “I can’t let you go. You belong to me. And I don’t care if you don’t want to be with me. I don’t care how much you’re going to fight me. I don’t care how many people I’ll kill. You’re going to stay by my side.”

“And you don’t have a say in it.”

[quinloki]

AHHHH thank u for ur advice and encouragement 🥹🫶🏻 I immediately followed her so I can devour her entire blog and study up (wiki can only do so much lmao) I will do that crew justice 😤

Ok, my next OC is Celeste Greyscale(she/her)!! The only other OC on my list who was initially inspired by a fic (tho she has diverged far more at this point compared to Zella)

Warning for heavy topics for this one, but here is the link if anyone is interesting!~ https://archiveofourown.org/works/50155342/chapters/134294377?view_adult=true ~

Celeste is a 20-22 year old leopard seal selkie with long dark brown hair and spotting to matching her seal species on her human skin, and currently a proud crew member of the Straw Hat Pirates. She’s also my shortest, standing at 5’4”, but don’t let her height and soft, curvy appearance fool u, she’s got hella muscles under her blubber and can lay the best of them out flat! She tends to favor wearing swimsuits or wet suits under her pelt as she likes to regularly jump off ship and swim in her seal form for fish and fun/exploration!

Now, my bullet points

• thankfully had a fairly normal childhood in a small shipwrights village in the North Blue, living with her parents and 2 siblings. During one particular repair visit, she was inspired to paint and travel by a famous pirate artist who stopped on their island with her crew, amazed by her works and stories and wanting her own adventure, to tell it through her paintings and inspire others.

• All was well until it went up in smokes when she was 13. A group of poachers disguised as merchant sailors found them and raided her village, capturing most of the younger selkies to be sold where they saw fit. Celeste was sold off with a few of the older, stronger kids to be ring fighters on island on the Grand Line, surrounded by a mix of human, mink, fishmen, and other selkie slaves. She only escaped once when her parents (who had miraculously survived the initial attack) had found her, but even that was short lived and she was returned to her prison parentless. She spent several more years there, believing there was no hope or future for her anymore, only a life of cruelty (in so many ways) as the Ring Leader’s shining favorite.

• Her true freedom came in the form of our favorite rubber lad led crew, when one of the doctors working for the ring fell ill and they needed a replacement, snatching up Chopper after overhearing a conversation. He met Celeste post fight, who slowly managed to get her talking, saying how his captain was going to help! That everything would be ok! While he managed to wiggle his way into her heart, she and the others still doubted him and his hope. Boy were they shocked when he was right! The crew swinging in looking for their lost crewmate, invoking and aiding a riot, returning the pelts to the selkies and freeing them, with Celeste at the lead of the other fighters. At the end after they ran down and dispatched their enslavers, a daunted Celeste was approached by a bounding Luffy and bright little Chopper, with an invite to join their crew. After a week of recovery and consideration, and a heartfelt convo, she said yes and hasn’t looked back since

• She fights with a javelin and is well experienced in hand-to-hand, packing more punch (and claws!) when in her halfway form where she stands at 6’6” (a full 11’ in her seal form!) She is also gifted by the Sea Mother with the ability to manipulate water and its various forms, even being able to heal minor-mid injuries with it (though it is more exhausting than transforming*, healing especially so)

• *her Leviathan form is the only exception, as she transforms into a spiked, long clawed 60’+ monster of a seal. But it puts so much strain on her body that she’s susceptible to fainting and heart attacks afterwards

• She’s got a more quiet personality, vibes really well with Robin in that way, but more gentle and easily flustered. Her trust in others is kinda funny, going from 0%, to 50%, to 110%. Has even fallen for a few of Ussop’s lies from time to time, which Nami is quick to fix

• Has her own painting desk that she uses for mainly storing extra supplies (and rainy days), instead using a travel easel and sketchbooks to work on her projects, often joined by Ussop when on the ship, and finding her own spot when they visit a more quiet island

• She has go-to nicknames for her crew; Bug for Luffy and Ussop, Minnow for Chopper, Honey for Sanji, Zoro, and Nami, and Dear for Robin, Franky, Brook, and later Jinbei. Used usually when having silly/fun convos or when she’s trying to smooth them when they get huffy

• Kisses to the forehead are part of her selkie culture, to bestow them good fortune and well wishes when departing. After witnessing Celest me interact with other selkies and an inquiry, Luffy and Zoro were the first to lower their heads to her when she drew the short straw to be on ship duty. From then it became a more regular thing for her give and receive for the whole crew.

• She is, not a happy camper when she gets sick, becoming more weepy and refusing to eat or take any medicine in pill form. After a particularly hard flu she caught, Chopper made sure to underline his notes to only give her liquid medicine whenever possible. Is this a trauma response? Maybe hehe

• Speaking of she has, so much, for so many reasons. Between loss of home and freedom, she had gained and lost a mate during her enslavement, even later losing her child after only getting to hold her for two weeks before they ripped her from Celeste (did she die? Sent away? Who knows [me 👁️])

I’m gonna stop there for now, I have so much for Celeste she is my beauty, my blorbo, lives rent free in my head in pretty dresses and happiness (and maybe some sadness but shhhh) (id also like to say if this ever gets too much or anything, im happy to tone it down im just, really excited to share but so nervous haha. Thanks for letting me basically spill my guts about them)

Sincerely,

The 🌷

\o/ Thank you for sharing again =D

Sorry it took me a bit to get to this - I am not, unfortunately feeling much better today compared to yesterday, and I had to read it a few times to really grasp what I was reading 😵‍💫 The brain just wasn't keeping up.

But I got there, and I love her! From the name to the culture, to the story to the names 😍🥰❤️

I love the different sizes of her, and the abilities too! xD Luffy and Zoro tilting their foreheads down like "okay now us" is just such a cute visual and I really love that too.

Man, going through hell and having a very assured, very bright and cheerful Chopper be there to help. T-T my heart. I love Chopper, he's just so sweet and genuine. Lil' guy. gibe him all the head pats.

[tea-you-later-losers]

OKAY SO!!! pspspsp @guyandremy please meet my two Stardew farmers Georgia a.k.a George and Bee :))) i have little artistic skills atm so i instead used this stardew portrait maker

GEORGIA:

nicknamed George. Grampa George finds this funny but wont ever admit to it. Calls her Grandma Evelyn calls her the young Georgie :)))

TALL!! STRONG!! WIFE!!!! Former athlete who settled on her grandpa's farm after college because she didn't want to go professional and thought it'd be nice to keep the farm in the family (rip gramps things are well taken care of)

best friends-eventually-girlfriends with Bee who joined her a year or two after George gets the farm fully up and running again

Likes her eggs scrambled and adores her favorite chicken is a brown hen named Lucille

Much more organized than her partner, and if it wasn't for her the farm would subsist on foraging alone woman is the most competent

Enjoys fishing on the occasion but mostly its spent looking at the things Bee finds in the tide pools to show her

Friends with Alex and Shane bonding over Sports Balls on the weekend

Favorite clothes: works in an old t shirt and jeans, hangs out in a hoodie and athletic shorts her mom has told her are too old and need replaced but if its not falling off of her than whats a few holes? its still good for lounge wear, mom

adopted a german shepard and named him Rooster - he's the best farm dog a girl could ask for <333. The farm's horse is named Tornado after the beanie baby horse she had as a kid (former horse girl? yes!)

BEE:

they're so silly lmao

a gremlin for sure, a little messy, but good at detail work since they can focus on lots of small things (oddly enough the one to cover the finances of the farm while George does more of the actual labor)

They met George when they were teens and they've been best friends since, then in college they started to date and know they live together :))) life's beautiful like that sometimes

a dinosaur autistic thru and thru this totally isnt me projecting onto them ANYWAYS the little dino outfit you can make your farmer is their comfy clothes for rainy days and any other day they can get away with it

Made fast friends with Jas and Vincent while playing with them in the Forest. They sometimes help Penny with lessons and activities.

loves foraging its like a scavenger hunt with no checklist and more dirt. as above likes to join Georgia on her fishing trips so they can wade through tide pools and see what critters are hanging out

dabbles in the different artisan goods but doesnt really stick to one overall - it gets boring after a while and you can only eat so much jam (although they will never say no to a jar of blackberry jam tyvm)

in college got a cat named Skateboard and brought her with them to the farm. She loves the porch and hates the sprinklers

(they like to put Skateboard and Rooster in little hats and outfits much to the delight of the dog and distaste of the cat)

if you read this far you are 100% encouraged to ask questions and tell me more about yours

[binch-i-might-be]

hey ray i was thinking about getting pet rats when i can & researching stuff about them and then remembered that i literally know a real live person who owns rats. and four (4) of them too

would you say rats are expensive or hard to take care of? i've heard some people say they're beginner pets and other people dispute that. generally, do they need a lot of attention and care? also, i know this is different per country but how much did they cost on average?

also out of pure curiosity, have you litter trained your rats?? i was reading something about it and it said it's easy to do it. i need to weigh on an expert's opinion

ohoho what an incredible idea! (<- totally unbiased). thank you for considering me a real live person <3

okay so I actually kind of disagree with the concept of "beginner pets" overall because literally every pet you could get is a living being that requires care and attention. I think this mainly comes from people being uneducated about the needs of small animals like fish or rodents and assuming their lack of knowledge is equivalent with a lack of things to know.

that said, I don't consider rats hard to take care of, but that's because I enjoy spending time with the lads! cleaning in and around their enclosure takes a while, but it's not too bad when you throw on a youtube video and also pet a rat lmao

regarding costs, I think rats are probably amongst the lowest cost pets you can have–aside from insects or arachnids. that doesn't mean they're cheap tho!

the most expensive thing will be the cage, because you need a fairly big one. I paid 300€ for my current one that fits four rats (and that was on sale, the original price was over 400 lol). the cage furnishings will also cost you a good chunk of change, but they usually last for a while and don't have to be replaced too often.

regarding food, I usually buy a good brand 2.5kg rat food bag and another 500g dried vegetable bag every like three to four weeks and supplement with fresh food and treats from the food I eat. costs me about 17-20€

bedding is also something you'll have to buy often. it depends on what brand and size you buy–I recently switched from buying small packs of bedding (60l) to buying LARGE ones (500l), because it's cheaper for me in the long run. just sucks that I gotta lug those 20kg of bedding up the two flights of stairs to my flat <3 (I pay 18€ for those big ones I think, and they last a good few weeks)

now, the thing that's most likely to gut your wallet is vet bills. especially as rats get older, they tend to develop a lot of ailments like tumors or respiratory problems. that can easily cost you several hundred bucks in one go. I'm lucky to have fairly healthy boys, so I only had to bring them to the vet the one time! still cost me 75€ tho lmao

it depends from where you get your rats. I got them from the pet shop and paid I think 16€ per lad.

also about them needing attention, it's best to keep rats in a place where you also keep yourself. they like being around their human! and they need a decent amount of enrichment and play, as they're very intelligent little guys :)

I have not litter trained them, but tbh I didn't see a need to. rats will usually just pick a corner in their cage and designate that as the Poop Corner. I'm sure you could do that quite easily tho, and it would probably save you some cleaning up

anyway tldr: rats are wonderful little critters who are full of love and have sparkly little eyes and will outwit you with their wits tied behind their back. but you will have to invest time to be with them/make sure their enclosure is clean, and have to be prepared to drop a LOT of money should one of them get sick! they also only live to 2-3 years old which is unfair and cruel. things to keep in mind!

[protagonistheavy]

I dont have time to rant much about it but JCA season 5 is off to a sucky start. Im glad there's only a handful of episodes left because man it's really lost the charm at this point.

First off, maybe most important even... why the fuck did they straight up ruin the theme song???? For WHAT reason!! They removed the first few measures of build-up from the song so the intro just BEGINS right in the middle, but the animation still plays from the beginning, so you have this intense music replacing what used to be a snippet of "urgent mystery." And seriously, for WHAT REASON? They don't add anything to the intro animation!! In fact it's actually shorter because they put Jade and Uncle's animations side-by-side rather than separate. Yet not only does it play the whole song, but it has to awkwardly loop one of the parts because it isn't long enough! I think they did this so the intro credits could have a few more seconds to show off a few more names lmao, which is just terrible. It's not like JCA had a boppin theme song but it got me in the mood! And now it just looks and sounds so bad, the action doesn't line-up, ugh.

Drago is an interesting concept for a villain but his ineptitude and attitude as a child/teenager makes him unimpressive as the main villain. Honestly the series has a had hard time since season 2 making new villains feel like proper successors; the move from Shendu to Shendu and his demon siblings was an AWESOME transition of power/stakes, but Daolong and Tarakuda were lackluster. Drago has way too many one-liners for a guy that gets kicked into walls by Jade.

That last point is another problem, which is that the action went back to being lazy again lol. It picked back up in season 4, but it's returned to season 3 levels of "just guys hitting each other," with not enough circumstance and environmental fighting. Jade doesn't have to do any tricks or kiddish maneuvers, she just kicks people around; Uncle zaps people with his magic fish while Tohru becomes less and less competent.

And oh Tohru, god they've made him a giggling child. It's honestly disturbing how little of his old self still seems around. I legitimately wondered if he went back to having Jade's chi like in that vampire episode lol, he's just so childish and naive now. A real bummer since Tohru was for sure one of the most compelling characters.

The Enforcers aren't around : ( Bad move, these are just such good and funny characters, and their replacements are simply not worthy. It IS funny to see Strikemaster Ice make a comeback, I wasn't expecting that lol, but him and his two buds are nowhere near as interesting as the Enforcers. Additionally, their Drago-given dragon-forms are just sooooo ugly, oh my god. Considering we already did the "turning henchmen into super-henchmen" thing once before, this is pretty hard to look at, clearly the inferior take on the idea. It's taken lifeless characters and made them look even more lifeless, harder to tell apart, and with nothing making them unique; when the Enforcers became Dark Chi Warriors, they had individual weapons that made them varied as fighters, but these guys are all just dragon things with fire powers, it's a real downgrade and just straight-up looks worse.

So this might be a disappointing end to JCA. I think what's unfortunate is that the series had so much innate charm that the writers didn't capitalize completely on, I genuinely think they just didn't have the creativity to make strong and emotional episodes that an adventure series like this needs. I think A LOT about one particular quote from Alex Hirsch... a show ten years ahead of JCA lol but still relevant. Alex explained that when writing an episode for Gravity Falls, the episode couldn't just be "evil tooth fairy," it had to be a compelling plot about, like, Mable loosing her teeth, or going to the dentist -- there had to be a human character arc that made the evil tooth fairy aspect have context and relevance. JCA badly needed this sort of emotional touch and thinking, because they clearly understand what COULD make the characters more compelling, but they failed to weave that into the episodes themselves. Take the episode about Jade's birthday -- which has NOTHING to do about Jade's birthday, other than it's something she keeps complaining about while they do typical episode stuff. In a better written version of the episode, the plot of Jade's birthday would be interconnected with things happening, it would serve a purpose -- but it's just a random element here, a random point to put pressure on the characters, that ultimately goes nowhere related to the rest of the episode.

Anyway I do love this show but after watching it almost completely, I suppose I do understand why this show didn't retain popularity. The first two seasons are great, but not so fantastic that it shines through its later, less impressive seasons. My brainrot tells me so many ways this series couldve been way more interesting lol, but something like this is super unlikely to inspire any remakes or reboots, so, it is what it is. A cute toon. The ultimate question I have to ask is: is it better than Kim Possible? It isn't. Kim Possible claims another head.

[jemtokall]

zack for the hcs ask post?

Oh gosh I didn't expect someone to ask me anything from that post LMAO but I can never say no to spewing my thoughts about mister Zack Fair <3

Headcanon A: what I think realistically —

Has ADHD!

Zack's favorite stim is doing squats!

He catches social cues but will ignore them (exhibit A, the girl at front desk who didn't care for his flirty advances until he became 1st class. Zack probably asked her on a date before and got rejected, and he didn't try again) (exhibit B, very often people tell him that Shinra/SOLDIER is in the wrong and

Gets the zoomies (which is a great quality for a SOLDIER operative)

Gets distracted easily! Look at how many side and fetch quests he has piled up...

2. He gives the gentlest of hugs to his friends, but when it comes to Angeal he gives him the bear crushing hugs

3. BISEXUAL KING <333

4. Naturally had brown eyes before he joined SOLDIER and got mako blue eyes

B: what I think is fucking hilarious —

Zack thought of Angeal as his dad. Sephiroth and Genesis were secondary fathers, so the entire events of Crisis Core felt like a huge divorce (I mean, the events of the game are still painful, but it hurts less by thinking of it as a divorce)

He shows to be grossed out by bugs in game, but I believe he ate them as a child. Gongaga was full of them! He outgrew it when he moved to Midgar and there weren't as many bugs everywhere

Zack adopted several pet fish in his lifetime, all of them eventually died due to Zack being gone for long periods at a time for missions. But Angeal didn't have the heart to break the news to Zack, so he replaced them fish with a googly eyed rock. Zack never knew the difference.

Takes a lot of selfies because he knows he'd gorgeous

C: what is heart-crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends —

After the events of Nibleheim, the only thing Zack had were Cloud and Aerith. One comatose, and another a memory.

Cloud only due to circumstance since they were in the same boat of being science experiments. Normally we see Zack suspicious towards those in Shinra, even if they were friends before (Cissnei and Kunsel are the two prime examples. Cissnei eventually earned his trust, but Kunsel never got the chance to because there's limited things he can do through text.)

Aerith was his only connection outside of Shinra, if anything, he sympathized with her since she was under the Turks watch. The two never talked about it, but they didn't talk about a lot of things. There was always an unspoken escapism that they found within each other. But 4 years is a long time, and the reality of that hit him when he found her 89th letter.

He couldn't even reconnect with his parents, who he hasn't seen since he was 14yrs old. Shinra took that away from him too.

2. After the Wutai War and Angeal disappeared, Zack ate apples more often to feel connected to him. (He couldn't find Dumbapples so he made do with red apples.)

3. After Angeal's death, Zack changed his hairstyle to represent his growth, but it's slicked back to resemble his late mentors hair.

4. He really wanted to see Sephiroth as a friend, but Sephiroth closed himself off too much for them to make a real connection. But that doesn't mean that Sephiroth didn't care, just that he kept Zack at arms length.

D: what would never work with canon but the canon is shit so I believe it anyway —

I would've loved to see him in a team setting! Because I headcanon that he's so used to working as a lone wolf (or in a unit) that he has a hard time working as a part of the team. He's always given or taken orders! He would likely butt heads with whoever else tried to give orders, if he didn't ignore it entirely and run in head first.

I said it before but BISEXUAL KING I would love to see him flirt with a guy in canon :') he came close with Kunsel but it was written off as a joke ("I love you man!" @Kunsel )

I hc him as native american because I'm indigenous and he's just like me fr look at his black hair its practically canon

[irlwakko]

1, 27, 63 on your spotify wrapped? :]

#1 - I Can’t Lose You - Caroline Bowman and Caroline Innerbichler (Frozen the Musical)

AAAAAAAAA I got back into Frozen the Musical earlier this year and this song was new to me because it hadn’t been in the musical last time I was super into it, and GOD IT’S SO GOOD. It replaces For the First Time in Forever’s reprise and just makes so much more sense in the story than that song does (this is how I feel about the whole musical by the way, that story wise it makes So Much More Sense than the movie and gives all the characters more depth) and it’s such a dramatic song and I make AMVs to it in my mind for my one Frozen AU for a piece of media that absolutely no one asked for a Frozen AU of and just. MAN I love this song

#27 - Città vuota - Mina

the gay fish movie still gets to me a whole year later. honestly all of the Italian pop songs from Luca were on my 2021 AND 2022 Top 100s fbdkdhsk (this one’s the credits song about how empty the city feels without your true love with you)

#63 - Noel’s Lament - Kholby Wardell (Ride the Cyclone)

Despite me only finding it in September most of the RTC soundtrack made it onto my Top 100 lmao. i mean it’s Monique Gibeau in post-war France……… what else is there to say

[jazzysimlife]

Ikami: A medium sized Japanese Inspired World by JazzySimLife.

 “Welcome to the seaside town of Ikami! Once a quiet fishing town, suddenly got attention when the anime series "Style! Ikami Dance Club" became a hit in Sims Japan. Enjoy the calm beach, the many family friendly attractions, or go to the camp to live in the wilderness. What will you do in Ikami?”

 Me: Makes a world then forgot to release it because I got distracted by Lawyer Game.

This is the first phase of this Ikami project. I wanted to release an empty version first because:

I’m a slow af builder.

To test routing.

To see what others can do with the lots.

 (screencaps were edited a bit because I spawned on a dark day. I used @brntwaffles Blue Skies and Sunshine Lighting mod as my default along with Nilxis Realistic Clouds. )

Download:

Simfileshare / Google Drive

 Information:

Medium World

Until I can confirm otherwise, you need all Expansion Packs (No Stuff Packs or Store Items)

Custom Distant Terrain by me.

Most Spawners except ITF ones

Default Replacement train for the world (So if you play in Champ Le Sims a lot, you may want to ignore the train when it shows up lol)

81 lots: 45 Residential, 34 Usable Commercial, a Base Camp for NRAAS Traveller users and a useless deco lot.

All CC is included because either it was converted by me or I had people’s permission/ Generous TOUs/haven’t been active in years.

Included is a .world file (put in The Sims 3/GameData/Shared/NonPackaged/Worlds), a sims3pack, and the CAW files for you to edit the lot sizes/Deco to your hearts desire.

Keep High Lot Details to 2 because a lot of the lots are next to each other.

Please for the love of God ban horses from this world. This world is Horse unfriendly!

 Future Updates:

A world with built lots lmao.

Get rid of the ITF requirement (Mostly for world deco. Not for Lots)

A proper World thumbnail that doesn’t say “Ya wot mate?”

Fixing any routing issues.

Add Addresses to lots. (I only did 3 and forgot to do the rest.)

May change lot placement/deco placement.

Maybe a populated save file if I have the patience.

Custom Lighting mod (when I figure out how to do it)

 Credits:

@nilxis for some of the world textures used. Others are from EA.

@omedapixel

@aroundthesims

NoirandDarksims

One Item from Jennisims

@simaddix

SimSimllian

@hydrangeachainsaw  for her Distant Terrain tutorial!

@potato-ballad-sims for showing me how to convert the train to be used for the world.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Some More Secret TPOFATGIF Lore:

I concussed a tooth, something that I did not know was possible, and am coping with the "lmao just take ibuprofen" of the situation by slapping the WIP with a fish and making more Lore up. This episode: "We All Know Bakura Collects Cursed Shit, Let's Explore That"

This post got LONG so now it's Under The Cut:

You can only have ONE (1) curse on you at a time. For instance, if you've got lycanthropy, you can't be afflicted by mummy rot. This is also applies to things like: having a cursed artifact attatched to you, being posessed or haunted by a ghost, Magical Illnesses, Bad Luck, Suffering from Illusions, and Blessings (Which are just curses that you like). A curse can be removed, and A More Powerful Curse CAN replace a pre-existing curse, under the right circumstances, but this still requrires significant effort on behalf of the new curse/curser. A Cursed body tends to remain Cursed.

There's basically four ways to make a Stupidly Powerful Magical thing: 1. Make a Normal Magical Thing, then have it last a really long time- it will acquire more magical energy over time, like compound interest. 2. Do something with extreme consequences to make the Magical Thing- Think "Permanent disfigurement" or "Economic Disaster" or "War Crimes". 3. If a lot of people BELIEVE it's extremely powerful, it will become so, like Warhammer 40K orks. 4. Fuck Up Real Bad.

Since He's already cursed with the Millenium Ring (Old as balls AND made with War Crimes AND a classic case of "Fucked Up Real Bad"), Bakura is pretty much immune to curses and his fear response burnt out years ago. So he has a part-time hobby of going to the Los Osaka Public Library System, assorted Museums, estate sales and so on to look for Cursed Shit. He's built up "quite a lovely little collection" of Grimoires, Hands of Glory, Monkey's Paws, Evil Little Dollies, Homonculi, a little gallery of cursed paintings, some fucked up mirrors and even a very nice murderous rocking chair. Sometimes, all that needs to happen is for an object to be returned to it's owner, and he's gotten quite adept at determining the provenonce of, legitimate owners of, and navigating the Postal Service regulations regarding the shipment of Magical Objects.

The first time The Gang sees his apartment post-Duelist Kingdom, there is a collective FIT. Tristan can't BELIEVE he's created a magical superfund site of cursed shit, did you even WARD this place?? Joey is just sitting in the living room crying because he hates all this crap, Yugi is mad that he's been doing this ALONE he could have gotten really hurt, and Tea is mad he's been doing this ALONE, she's always wanted to fistfight a Demon.

So now the gang has Scooby Gang Saturdays. Every third saturday of the month, they go somewhere to see if someone left something arcane and dagerous out where it might be messed with.

Seto Kaiba Very Much Does Not Believe In Magic, but he does believe The Compettition Is Up To Something Shady As Hell, and keeps inviting Yugi And I Guess Your Friends Can Come Too to various high-society functions so they can snoop around rich people houses so Seto knows if he needs to call the SEC or a Priest.

Yami and TK alike love this shit. Yami likes doing Acts Of Public Service and Matching Wits With the Supernatural and TK loves stealing things.

All the Millenium items can sense other magical Items, and in the case of the Puzzle and the Ring, it manifests as a sensory expirience for thier respective spirits. Yami is a very civilized hunter, either sharing Yugi's body like when they duel, or staying in ghost format and pointing at things. TK is a feral little gremlin and Bakura has to clip a leash to the Ring while it scuttles about like the worst possible combination of bloodhound and tarantula.

Tristan's job on these little hunts is to act equal parts Ghost Hunter and Home Inspector, keeping an eye out for mundane explanations in addition to his extensive knowledge of the supernatural. Joey is indespensible because like Miss Marple, he has an excellent criminal mind and can work out how some jackass might be using the cursed thing to work an angle. Tea is there in case something needs to be beaten to death with a chair.

[seiyasabi]

Ripe For The Pickin’

(This is a Yandere Kita x Fem Reader Story! Hopefully y’all like this lmao, sorry if his hick accent is annoying lmao, I thought it gave him ¬flavour¬

Tw: !!noncon!, !misogyny!, breeding kink!, !Detailed postpartum depression!!!, !!!Mentions of attempted suicide and murder of a child!!!, !Mental illness!, !Defeatist attitude!, !Disassociation!,  housewife reader!, threats of physical harm!, manipulation!, mentions of kids!, etc.. 

Please proceed with caution! Note: Part of my family are farmers- my grandpa specifically, and he speaks very similarly to how I wrote Kita’s dialogue (the joking bit). He had a farm in Hawaii growing up, and he always jokes that he’s ‘but a country folk,’ so I mean no offense to those who own a farm. )

Throwing down his work cap on your kitchen table, Kita visibly brightens at your busy form. Your two year old son is balanced perfectly on your hip, your other hand stirring a pot of Udon. The steam rises around your head, slightly flushing your (skin colour) complection. 

Looking up, your eyes immediately meet the white haired male’s, causing you to freeze up momentarily. He sends you a warning look. 

“Welcome Home, Shinsuke,” A wobbly grin spreads across your painted features (just how Kita liked- he likes when you try to look good for him), catching the attention of your son immediately. 

“Daddy!” He practically hops out of your hold, rushing to the large male. Your unwanted husband scoops him up in his buff arms, swinging him around. 

“Whoa, one’a these days yer gonna throw yer Pa’s back out,” He grins happily at his carbon copy, smooching the small boy on his grey hair. 

The little one giggles cutely, basking in his father’s presence. You quickly approach Kita, hugging him from the side, and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, “We’ve missed you all day, My Love,” He always likes it when you’re sappy- it makes him feel wanted. 

At your words, he delivers a lingering kiss to your lip tint stained lips, your son half in your arms and half in your husband’s. You lightly pinch your babe’s cheek, causing him to giggle, before you kiss him on his forehead. Kita visibly brightens at your affectionate side, his open arm wrapping around your waist, “What’cha makin’ fer dinner, Pretty Lady?” 

You cringe internally, yet you can’t help the blush that forms on your pretty face, “Kazue wanted Udon- I hope that’s okay,” Shinsuke nods, a thoughtful look on his face. 

“‘O course,” He lightly pinches your son’s other cheek, “If our growin’ boy wants Udon, by God, he’ll get it.” 

-

Settling Kazue down in his bed, you give the sleeping boy a tender kiss on the forehead. As much as you hate Kita, you don’t have the heart to hate your son. He, like you, didn’t ask to be here, so you decided to be the best mom he could ever have. 

Smoothing his blanket over his lower body, you tuck the other bits under him, and lay his favourite stuffy next to him. Once done, you step away from the slumbering babe, and make your way out of his room. Kita is waiting in the night light lit hallway, leaning against the opposing wall. 

You jump slightly, not expecting him to be there. 

“Is something wrong, Shinsuke?” A practiced smile appears on your face, hands clasping behind your back to keep you grounded. 

He says nothing, motioning you to follow him, before turning and walking towards your shared bedroom. Shuffling after him, you try to still your rapidly beating heart. Did you do something wrong? 

Kita isn’t one to shy away from punishment. If anything, he revels in the momentary feeling of power-that is, until your broken body and mind are left in the aftermath. Then, he can’t help but feel horrible, because in some twisted way, the man truly loves you. So, he’ll try to cuddle and kiss his wrongs away, trying to forget that he’s the catalyst of all the things going wrong in your life. 

Burying those thoughts away, you step into the darkened room, noticing immediately that Kita is settled on his side of the bed. He’s stripping himself of his overshirt, exposing his wife-beater underneath, “Ya know, I think it’s time fer the boy ta have a brother.”

It feels as though the world around you is crumbling. Just when you gain a sense of normalcy, the bastard rips that away from you. 

Your smile visibly wavers, but you try to hold strong, “I-well, I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Your hands are trembling, your heart practically being torn from your chest, “Kazue is still a toddler, I think it would be better if he was around five. Then, he can interact with-” Kita holds up a hand, halting your speech. 

“Yer gettin’ too technical fer the simple folk in tha room, Pretty Lady,” He stands to his feet, discarding his slippers, before slipping his baggy jeans off of his lower half, “Jus’ say yer too selfish to give yer lovin’, hardworkin’ husband tha things he deserves-” 

Kita knows that you had postpartum depression. He knows that you not only almost hurt yourself, but also your precious son. He knows that you had to be sedated at one point to even continue living. Yet, it seems like he doesn’t care. 

Tears fill your eyes, as you finally let your feelings become known, “That was horrible to say, Shinsuke. You know how hard it was for me-”

“It was also hard fer me too, ya’know,” He’s doing it again… trying to manipulate you into being the bad guy, “Seein’ ya go bonkers was hard ta’ watch. Plus, seein’ our son almost drown in tha tub-” 

“Stop it!” You finally lose your cool, surprising your usually collected kidnapper, “You don’t get to claim it was hard for you, when everything is your fault!” His mouth open and closes like a dying fish, unsure what to say, “If you waited for me to be ready to have children, I wouldn’t have spiraled out of control. If I was given the help I needed, I wouldn’t have gone psychotic. If you hadn’t stolen me away from my life and forced me to bend to your will, none of this would have happened!” By now, you’re a sobbing mess. He always does this. Kita always breaks you down until you seem crazy, but you’re not. You’re just tired of how he treats you like a baby maker, tired of how he treats you like nothing, yet claims you’re his entire world. 

But, when you hear him sigh softly to himself, you know that he doesn’t care about your feelings, “Do I need to use the gag? I thought we were above that.” 

Knowing that refusal won’t be tolerated or respected, you don’t bother wasting anymore of your breath. Slipping off your house slippers, you shuck off your dress, revealing your bare chest and panties. More tears slip down your face, as you lay down on your large shared bed. 

Shinsuke grins at your compliance, quickly moving between your legs, and stripping you of your drawers. His rough fingers rub at your clit and slit, “Good girl. ‘Ya know yer man jus’ wants what’s good fer ya, an’ a baby is good fer any good woman.” 

You ignore him, but he doesn’t seem to care. Kita continues to rub against your clit, trying to coax an orgasm out of you. But, you don’t give him the satisfaction. 

Staring at the ceiling, you let your mind go. Your dissociated body reacts well to his ministrations, your arousal coating your thighs, as they tremble in lieu of an orgasm. 

His fingers dig in deep, as they force your pussy open. Feeling how relaxed you are, he decides that you’re loose enough to go right in. 

Pulling out his thick cock, he bumps the head against your slick cunny, “Don’ worry, Darlin’, yer man will take good care of ya,” He slides in with relative ease, your hips bumping against his.  

The normal constricting feeling in your chest has long since faded, instead, the feeling of acceptance at the fact that you couldn’t get out of this replaced it. 

Your body jolts and rolls with Kita’s harsh thrusts, his panting warm against your neck, “Yer so good fer me, (Your Name), yer gonna bear me healthy sons,” The gummy walls of your pussy knead his cock thoroughly, trying to milk him for everything he’s got, “I knew you were perfect fer the takin’.” 

He forces your knees next to your head, the head of his cock bashing into your cervix painfully. Fortunately, that was enough to set your body off. A gush of cum drenches the both of you, as Kita slams himself inside of you entirely, allowing your womb to be filled to the brim with his fertile cum. 

“Ya never disappoint, Darlin’,” He smooches you on your lax lips, ignoring the fact that your head is practically empty, “Maybe you’ll have twins this time.” 

With that, he starts his hardcore pace one more. 

But, you can’t bring yourself to care. As long as you can drift away from the events unfolding in front of you, 

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment. 

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly. 

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches. 

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.” 

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest. 

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement. 

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room. 

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you. 

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up. 

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently. 

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric? 

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends. 

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back. 

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her. 

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.” 

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school. 

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High. 

Cut all ties now. You have two days. 

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon. 

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her. 

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.” 

“It’s none of your business, Zara.” 

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders. 

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym. 

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle. 

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left. 

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand. 

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to  catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning. 

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door. 

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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[watanabes-cum-dump]

A construct’s finale

When your beloved construct gets corrupted by the punishing virus, you aren’t quite sure who’s supposed to make it out alive

Note: God has allowed me to exist for another day and I am going to make it everyone's problem. Also I did one of these for Chrome here 

Characters: Kamui, Lee, and Watanabe (will do more eventually when I actually have ideas for them lol) 

Warnings: Gore, death, angst, have fun lmao

Tagging: @husbando-collector-sanctuary because I said I’d do this. Watch your babies suffer

Kamui

You should have known something was wrong when Kamui was too quiet while you two were scouting an empty building. He didn’t chat with you like he usually did, he only held your hand and looked around. 

It shouldn’t have taken this long for you to realize that Kamui has been corrupted. Because now he has you in a choke hold while tears stream down his face and his eyes flicker between red and his usual purple. 

“K-kamui” you choke, reaching for him. 

Your hand comes in contact with his cheek and he suddenly drops you. He stumbles back, screaming in pain, no doubt from the Punishing virus. 

“Don’t come any closer” he commands, moving further away from you. You don’t care or you tuned him out because you step closer. “I said don’t!” he yells before coughing. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you ask, inching closer. 

“I wanted to be with you, commandant. B-but I hurt you. I’m supposed to protect you but I-” 

“Hey, hey. It’ll be ok. I’m fine” you reach for him again, but he flinches and backs away. 

“Commandant, don’t- please don’t” he says quietly. 

You stop, clenching your fists while the blonde cries and fishes a small knife from inside his jacket. You don’t have time to react before he plunges is into his chest. 

“Kamui!” you shout, running towards him, he doesn’t back away this time as you try to stop him. He only takes a deep breath and jams it into his chest, screaming as he pries the metal open. 

“C-commandant, remember when on my birthday you said you’d grant me a wish, but I never ended up asking you for anything?” 

He coughed again before looking into your eyes “I want to ask you for one last thing, commandant” 

Kamui holds you hand, it would have been sweet but he gently puts the knife in your hand, closing your fist around it. His vitals fluids coat your hands, but you can’t bring yourself to do anything about it as you shake uncontrollably. 

“I’m sorry. But I’m not strong enough to do it by myself” 

“No!” you shout “I’m not doing this, Kamui. Please I’ll let you go, I won’t say anything about it, just don’t do this” 

He gives you a warm smile before he reaches up and strokes your face “It’s gonna be ok, commandant. You have Lee and the others, you won’t be alone” 

“There has to be another way” 

The construct levels your shaky hands with his core smiling at you “I don’t want to hurt anyone else, so please do this for me, commandant” 

“You won’t. I know you won’t Kamui” you sob “Please Kamui, I love you” 

Kamui seems shocked for a moment before smiling “I love you too, commandant” 

You’re shaking hard as he guides you hand closer to his pulsing core. 

“It’ll be ok” 

You close your eyes and take a shaky breath, and when you open them his core is dim. His eyes are closed and a smile rests on his lips. 

The knife clatters to the floor as you hold your face in your hands, crying your heart out until the rest of Gray Raven finds you... and Kamui’s lifeless frame. 

Watanabe

This was inevitable, the old construct thinks. He removed his inver device and left with only a weak filter on his frame. Watanabe should have known that sooner or later he would get corrupted. He would have accepted it if it were to come for that, he would have accepted it a year ago. But now you’re here, and now you’re watching him loose himself. 

“Stand back, commandant” he growls, clutching his chest. He doesn’t have a heart, he is no human, but he can feel the Punishing virus spread through his systems, racing to his core. It hurts, it feels like having lava replace his vital fluids. But he can’t give into it. Not when you’re here. 

You don’t listen. You never listen to him. Sometimes he finds it funny and even cute, most times it irritates him. This time, you’re putting your life in danger, so he can say he’s fairly pissed. 

You’re both standing in some old ruins, Watanabe’s already cleared it of corrupted and figured that maybe since you two were alone he’d tell you how he’s been feeling lately. Why he’s been avoided you for a while now. But alas, it turns out he’s been corrupted. 

“I said to stay back! Listen to me for once in your damn life” 

“You don’t get to talk to me like that, soldier” you say sharply, but he can hear your voice tremble ever so slightly as you step closer until you’re close enough for him to kill. 

Wait, kill?

He doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he can feel himself pull out his blades out one moment, and the next when he snaps out of his trance, he sees that you’ve collapsed. 

“No, no, no, no, no” he mutters, kneeling down “I told you, I fucking told you to stay away. Why can’t you listen?”

“Asshole” you choke “Because I fucking love you that’s why. I know why you’ve been avoiding me and I get it but, that was kind of a dick move” 

“Shut up” he says, wiping tears from his eyes as he tears up his coat and wraps it around your gut, cringing when he sees how much blood you’ve already lost. He puts the remains on your shoulders before standing up. 

“Watanabe?” 

“Watanabe to Forsaken, the commandant is injured, they’re in the ruins south of the base. Don’t bother looking for me, I won’t be there. That’s an order” he says into his comm piece before taking it out and crushing it. 

“No, you’re not leaving me” you yell “Watanabe you fucking ass, we can find a way, we-” 

He kneels down and captures your lips in his. It’s a custom the humans of the Forsaken told him about, kissing, a romantic gesture among humans. 

“I’m sorry, commandant. But there’s no room for us right now, not ever actually” 

You yell at him to come back, but he’s already gone. He takes one last look at the ruins and feels the buzzing on his lips before running further and further away. Never to return and never to know if you were safe.

Lee

How did it come to this? He was so careful, he made so many promises, he trained so hard. But here he was, mangled and missing his arm with the punishing virus slowly clouding his mind. While you leaned against the wall on the other side of the ruins full of dead corrupted. 

He winced when he felt the virus progress further in his system. Fuck, he’d have to do something about that. But first...

“Commandant, are you alright?” he asked, breathing heavily. 

You didn’t say anything but you seemed alright. A minor scratch on you cheek, but you’re fine. Not in any sort of danger. Perhaps you weren’t very mentally sound though, you had just witnessed Lee get his arms torn off and watched him destroy twenty or so corrupted. You were bound to be a bit shaken, but you’d be alright. 

“Lee...” 

“I have some bad news, commandant” he said slowly “I’ve been corrupted. And I fear I don’t have much time left” 

Oh what he would give to relive yesterday again. When he accidentally spilled his guts to you after you got hurt during a retrieval mission. You had only laughed and told him to take you to dinner if he were to say that to you. 

“We’ll fix it. We always do” you say, carefully making your way through the ruins and frames of dead corrupted. 

He doubles over when he feels compelled to take out his guns. When he feels like he wants to hurt you. He’d never hurt you. He couldn’t hurt commandant. Ever. 

“N-not this time” he says shakily. It’s progressing fast, he didn’t have a filter or any defences to protect against it. 

You’re just a few feet away, and he suddenly pulls his gun out. He wants to cry when he sees you freeze up with the most terrified expression on your face. And he does, small steady streams of tears make their way down his face as the gun shakes in his hand. He has to stop himself. He has to stop before he hurts you. 

Lee brings the gun to his head, his breaths laboured as he fights the punishing virus’ influence. 

“Lee, what are you doing?” 

He cracks a rare smile at you, well, one of the few smiles you actually catch. He’s fairly sure you didn’t notice all of the times he’s smiled around you. 

“I like you a lot commandant. Take that as you will” he says, before he hears the gun go off. Next thing he knows there’s nothing but ringing. He doesn’t get to see you scream and cry over his frame, your tears mixing with the blue vital fluid that flows out of his head. 

“I’d never leave you commandant. I promise” 

That’s the first and last promise he will ever break. 

[padawansuggest]

Anyways. PSA to anyone who has had COVID and now going to the bathroom is a traumatic and painful experience:

Okay so I was embarrassed to say this sort of thing because ew potty issues, but I have ended up hospitalized way too many times in my life to ignore my colon. It’s almost always the colon for me. My colon is hit or miss, mostly miss, and I had my first (hopefully last) colonoscopy at… idk 22?? 23 maybe.

So I recently told my GP, best GP ever who cares about both my pain levels and mental health, which is awesome, that going to the bathroom was becoming a trauma for me. Like it’s full on giving me nerves and anxiety when I feel the cramps.

She said oh no. I told her it’s been like this since I got COVID several months ago (getting worse over time I mean not me ignoring a major issue for 4 months) and it suddenly clicked in her and she had an entire list of things for me to get, and telling me about how COVID triggered a… allergy response. Like an immune response that is mainly attacking your bowels (half the trauma is because your bowels are soooooo inflamed that anything moving in there is hell) and it lingers. COVID hasn’t been around long enough for us to know how long it lingers but we know it’s at least a few months with it slowly getting worse so that’s not hopeful.

So this allergy response is attacking your bowels, the most likely place to still have traces of COVID or maybe it’s all out and your body just doesn’t know how to stop again. Either way.

- Metamucil, it’s an orange flavor fiber drink that is not made from corn fiber (my worst enemy of the past few years has been getting enough fiber and protein since I’m allergic to corn and it’s EVERYWHERE) and so far has turned my bowel movements from sharp and pointy to, in her own words, fluffy and unobtrusive. I haven’t had a cramp when it’s time to go potty rn, in days. I’ve only been using it since Wednesday this last week. I’m shooketh at the lack of cramps. Cramps has been my normal ‘go potty now’ indicator for years, and no cramps. Wow. I’m defeating IBS lmao. Can be taken up to 3 times a day. Doesn’t make your bowel movements turn liquid like miralax.

- Omega 3 fish oil. Taking daily fish oil can not only improve your focus (it’s an ADHD trick actually, if your focus can be helped with something less powerful than meth, my parents had me on it for a while as a kid and I remember being very calm) but it’s overall good for you, and it reduces inflammation.

- Turmeric. It’s used for reducing inflammation (see how she’s got me on multiple things to reduce inflammation instead of just one? Btw, she isn’t telling me to stop taking pain meds, I actually asked for help that would help me take less pain meds cause I’m taking too many of them and I can develop an allergy to them if I take too many) and I’ve been using it for joint pain for years tbh. I get inflamed joints because my craft of choice involves pinching fibers and pulling them to make yarn, which can put pressure on your joints. Also my back swells like a balloon when I get my period. It helps a lot.

- Calm & Relax, a mixture of Ashwagandha and Magnesium. These relax your muscles. Take them before bed because they help you calm down to sleep, reduce any cramping you’ll have in the night, and genuinely help you reduce movement while sleeping to actually get good sleep. Istg I have been thriving off these the past few days. I feel better.

Anyways. Take the drugs. COVID is nerfing us all directly up the ass and it’s painful, fight back with meds that aren’t just 4 ibuprofen every 8 hours, because that shit catches up with you and it hurts too. Also it just helps reduce the inflammation and pain, but doesn’t actually help your tummy function. This stuff does. I’m replacing my miralax stock with Metamucil. They also got a store brand which is only like 12$ which is great.

[snoffyy]

So I thought I’d touch base with the Fried Fish crew cos it’s been a hot minute. I kinda made this up really quickly while I was in a placement at a hospital last week twiddling my thumbs. Bit of a snippet from a weird au spawned during that time; figured I’d share it anyway. Full disclosure: it’s been some time since I last studied the cardiovascular system, so don’t come at me with inaccuracies lmao. I made it as vaguely informative as possible.

(And yes, I made Zhao a heart surgeon just to make a pun.)

“Are you sure you don’t want to go straight home?”

Zhao glared at Jee, sure that his exhaustion was plain on his face. It’d been a long day of surgery, case after case bleeding (ha) together until he barely even remembered what procedures he had done. Look, when one had accepted to be a guest lecturer at the local medical school on the spur of the moment while still juggling research and consultations and lately awfully long operating days – a need to replace all their blood with caffeine became more of a priority than anything.

Hence why he’d jumped at the opportunity to join Jee for a coffee run.

It was four in the afternoon, Zhao had been up since five in the morning, and he still had to get that fucking presentation which he had to give next fucking week in order.

“You’re a heart surgeon,” Jee berated. “Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, harping on about how caffeine is bad for your heart?”

“Moderate consumption of caffeine doesn’t have detrimental effects on the cardiovascular system,” Zhao said irritably.

“Yeah, but that’s assuming moderate consumption. How many cups have you had today?”

“None of your goddamn business.”

Jee snorted and opened the door to a little café, a bell jingling cheerfully overhead as he gestured for Zhao to enter.

“Sure thing,” Jee said airily. “You might like this place, actually. It’s new. There’s a lot of high schoolers who like to come hang out here, but the coffee is damn good.”

Yeah, Zhao could see a group of them tittering at one of the booths. The radio was on, and there was a string of pink lights hung across the walls, lending a soft glow to the place.

They got in line, and as Jee perused the menu, he absentmindedly asked, “What did you even do today?”

“Heart valve replacements and a coronary artery bypass.”

A low whistle. “Damn.”

Zhao rolled his eyes. “I’m fucking tired. Can’t even enjoy my day off tomorrow because I’m still wrangling with that bullshit powerpoint that should’ve been ready last fucking week.”

“You’ve still got another week,” Jee said sympathetically. They were close to the counter now, and there was a barista with a shock of white hair manning the cash register, her voice light and sweet.

“It’s that time of the year when everything’s cropping up,” Zhao sighed. “Been hell of a lot busier than usual.”

“Ah,” Jee nodded sagely. “Just got to power through it, huh?”

“Yeah,” Zhao grimaced. “It’s fine. I’m on leave soon.”

“Hi, what can I get for you today?”

That same light and sweet voice that had faded into the background jostled Zhao back to reality; the reality being acquiring caffeine, that is.

“A black coffee for me, and a latte for him,” Jee pointed his thumb at Zhao.

“Excuse the fuck out of me,” Zhao sputtered, “I came here for coffee.”

“A latte has caffeine,” Jee waved him off. “If it were up to me, I’d get you a hot chocolate instead.”

“Who’s the cardiothoracic surgeon here?” Zhao protested. “I’ll be fine. Just give me my damn dose of caffeine.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Jee said cheerfully to the amused barista. “Went to medical school and all, but sometimes I can hardly believe there’s a brain in there when all he does is inject caffeine into his body.”

“I hate you,” Zhao hissed. “I abhor you with every fibre of my being, I don’t even know why I’m friends with you, I –”

“Ignore him,” Jee continued, handing over his card. “He’s extra dramatic when he’s grumpy. Which is all the time, but it’s been a long day for him.”

“Okay, then,” the barista laughed. “Here or to go?”

“Here,” Jee answered.

“Sure thing.”

Zhao did not sulk as he forlornly watched his dreams of pure black coffee fade away. It wasn’t fair. If Jee was having it, then so should he.

“So, you’re a heart surgeon?” the barista prompted, addressing Zhao with a small smile. “That must be hard.”

The compliment flew straight over his head when he finally turned his full attention to her because, oh wow, she was actually kind of pretty. Bright blue eyes, so warm for such a typically cold colour, and the pearly flash of teeth set in a friendly smile.

“It’s fine,” Zhao managed to make his exhausted brain spit out. “Can be difficult at times, yes, but it’s all part of the job.”

“I can imagine,” she laughed. Yue, it said on her nametag. “A barista isn’t as impressive as a heart surgeon, but it’s been a pretty rough day for me too.”

Zhao idly flicked his lanyard, his ID card clattering against his chest. “You’re providing me caffeine right now, so I’d say your job is very impressive.”

Yue laughed, and why the fuck did it have to sound so unfairly nice? Like the chime of the bell hanging over the front door of the café if Zhao was trying to be poetic.

“Still,” she grinned, handing the receipt to Jee. “One of my friends is in pre-med right now, and I’ve seen her notes on the cardiovascular system. Looks hard.”

“It’s not that hard,” Zhao said, and then immediately felt like an asshole afterwards. Hastily correcting himself, he added, “I mean, if you draw it all out, it becomes fairly straightforward. The cardiovascular system is simply… well, a system. If you know the components and what they do, you can infer how they affect other systems if one of those components goes wrong.”

“I’m sure it’s harder than that,” Yue refuted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Zhao shrugged. “Well, no, if you look at, say, autonomic regulation of cardiac output, it’s only a matter of collecting bits and pieces to form the bigger picture and how it contributes to –”

“That’s enough, Doctor,” Jee interrupted. “Sorry to break it up, but there are other customers waiting for their caffeine fix.”

Jolting out of the haze of let’s go on a tangent about parasympathetic innervation to the heart because why not, Zhao coughed awkwardly when he noticed the small line that had been forming behind them for the past few minutes or so.

With colour splashing across Yue’s cheeks, she gestured for them to sit down, but not before adding with a wink, “I’ll make sure to pour a heart for your latte,” at Zhao.

It took longer than he’d like to admit to process what happened.

She winked at him. And said she’d draw a heart.

Somewhat stunned, Zhao didn’t even register Jee leading the way to a table in the corner.

He did, however, notice when Jee started snickering and goading, “You like her.”

“I do not,” Zhao snapped, cheeks scorching hot. “She just happened to take an interest in my field. I was indulging her.”

“You don’t need to pretend,” Jee started chuckling. “In fact, you could even say that seeing you flirting was actually kind of… heart-warming.”

Zhao could only gawk at Jee, not sure if it was because of that awful pun, or if it was because of the sheer audacity of his claims.