#the vet doesn’t have hold music

[hafwen]

Ollie has been just resting ever since her last seizure today, she’s a little quieter than normal but she also had a rough day. I know going to the vet today was unnecessary but I do hope I can take her tomorrow

[kidstemplatte]

Terzo becoming a dad of twin girls!! Pweaaase? 🥰

dad! terzo w/ twin daughters

(implications of female reader)

this was so fun to write! thank you, anon! 🥺i hope you enjoy and it didn’t disappoint! <3

he absolutely cries when he finds out you two are having twins.

he’s so nervous. worried he won’t be a good father. these babies haven’t even been born yet and they’ve become his whole world.

you have to eat more during a twin pregnancy. this man FEEDS YOU.

i feel like he can cook. he’s always making you the best (italian) food, making sure you’re eating enough.

he does so much research he ends up knowing things YOU didn’t know.

he’s always nose deep into some parenting book or staying up in the late hours of the night reading articles.

soon he has mastered the art of carrying two babies at once.

he is such a funny dad. so funny. will do ANYTHING to make his girls laugh.

they love playing dress up!

except he’s the one being dressed up.💀

he makes an absolute show of it. he loves hearing his daughters laugh and he’ll do anything to make it happen.

“you know, you kind of rock a tutu.” you say, walking in during one of their makeovers.

to save time getting ready in the mornings, he learns how to do their hair, and before you know it, he’s a BEAST at it and can braid hair in a matter of seconds.

god forbid they get a hold of his face paint.

he leaves them alone for ONE moment. ONE minute. he comes back. they are both covered in black and white paint.

“ay, nononononono, not before school!!”

the girls want to be ghoulettes for halloween. every year.

“girls, what about something else? we can get you any costume you want. anything in the world.”

“ghoulettes.” they’d say in unison.

he spoils them rotten, buys them endless toys, matching stuffed animals, dolls… but in the process, falls in love with a specific brand:

i don’t even know how i came up with this, but i feel like terzo would love monster high dolls.

he’s in the store… mindlessly walking through the toy aisle. vet barbie, pilot barbie, pool party barbie, doctor barbie...

when all of a sudden, he lays eyes on something new. something exciting.

a “monster high” doll.

now that’s cool.

probably keeps two in his office, each of his girls’ favorite characters.

i lowkey feel like he enjoys some of the shows they watch. i can see him rocking with my little pony.

he loves playing with the girls. he loves their imagination.

gets VERY invested in the barbie storylines they come up with. does high pitched voices when he’s acting out the girl dolls and it makes the twins laugh until they’re rolling on the ground.

he also keeps all the drawings they make him, every single one. they’re also on display in his office.

he knows what it feels like to feel unequal to his siblings so he is very careful to make sure they both get the same amount of love and attention. ❤️

if they fight as they get older, he doesn’t get involved. he knows girls are scary when they’re mad. he lets you handle that. 💀

very invested in the school gossip when they get to that age. when he picks them up from school he’s always eager to know what happened.

protective. VERY anti-boy.

“wait, you said… DATING?” he says when the girls mention a new couple one day.

“yeah dad, we’re in 7th grade now.”

“yeah, dad.”

“NO BOYS! not now, not ever. they are stupid and ugly and think about nothing but themselves.” (he knows this because he was one💀)

(you know the scene from the movie “coco” where the grandma says “no music” over and over again? yeah, replace “music” with “boys”. same energy.)

teaches them about girl power from an early age.

of course, their mother leads the conversation, but he’s so dedicated to help these girls understand their worth. that they can be anything they want.

he already considered himself a feminist before having his daughters, but after having them, he is THE #1 feminist.

when they start talking about crushes, you have to explain to terzo that it’s normal and bound to happen one day.

he just loves his girls so much, he doesn’t want them to grow up🥲

but, uh…

god forbid any boy breaks one of their hearts.

oh, he is not above pulling the satan card on a 13 year old boy.

but you know, one quick google search of “emeritus” will do the trick. any boy will be sure to understand why messing with either of terzo’s girls is a death wish.🥰

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i hope you enjoyed and this brought some light to your day!!! honestly i’m a little obsessed😭 hope you’re doing well!! remember you’re loved!!!❤️❤️❤️

[miss-tc-nova]

Behind That Smile - Ruggie Bucchi x Reader

I like animal facts. Definitely recommend checking out the vet!yuu tag by blackopals-world.

Premise: Hyenas can bite through bone

Words: 1,537

Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, Halloween event spoilers

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               “Ruggie, if you don’t slow down, you’re gonna be sick.”

               Those cloudy-sky eyes manage to tear away from his plate long enough to peer up at me. It’s impressive he doesn’t choke as he swallows all the food in his mouth.

               “Are you kidding? I’m just getting started!” He catches sight of Epel walking by with a plate of meat and he awes. “Oh I haven’t tried that yet! I gotta go get some!”

               In a bolt, he’s out of his chair, already filling another plate. I shake my head with a sigh; however, at my side, the Diasomnian vice-housewarden chuckles.

               “Isn’t his appetite simply astounding?”

               “It’s impressive alright,” I hum. “I just wish he’d slow down before he chokes.”

               “But he still has so much to go through if he hopes to sample everything here,” Lilia says.

               He is right about that. Malleus, Lilia, Grim, and I had set out to help the ghosts enjoy the Halloween party that they missed. We had a beautiful venue, Malleus had the music covered, and we had the rest of Night Raven College on a scavenger hunt for mirror shards to fix our atmospheric lighting. However, one of the most astonishing features of the night were the tables absolutely stacked with food from all over Twisted Wonderland—courtesy of the ghosts themselves.

               And Ruggie is having the time of his life.

               Said hyena returns with various meat piled on his plate, but at the bottom sits a hunk of beef still clinging to the bone. It’s comically large and I honestly thought food like that only existed in cartoons. Yet Ruggie isn’t perturbed in the slightest as he chomps through everything he brought.

               I have a small chat with Lilia while Ruggie eats. It comes to a stop though when the hyena cleans the ridiculously large bone.

               “Finished already?” Lilia asks.

               “Not even.” He holds up the large bone in his hand. “This is the best part.”

               Without hesitation, Ruggie puts the skeletal matter into his mouth and bites.

               The crunching sound that follows shocks me to my core; it echoes in my ears. The sight of the splintered bone infests my brain and intrusive thoughts force me to imagine that as my arm. It’s mind blowing to think that this kid I’ve been hanging out with nearly every day could chomp through something so solid with such little effort.

               “My, that’s quite a bite you’ve got there,” Lilia remarks.

               Ruggie gives him a glance between getting at the marrow of the bone. “Yeah, I get told that often but it’s pretty normal in my family. My grammy used to give them to me when I was little.” He laughs. “She said it kept me quiet when I was annoying her.”

               “I’ll have to make note of that,” Lilia laughs. “I suppose that means there really isn’t much you won’t eat.”

               A shiver flies down my spine as he crunches the bone like candy. “Hey, if it’s edible, it’s worth trying at least once.”

               Throughout the rest of the night, I can’t get the image of Ruggie breaking bones out of my head. Again, the intrusive thoughts don’t help.

               The night ends and Malleus returns everyone safely to Night Raven College. There’s seems to be a lot of relief that Halloween has finally ended, but everyone agrees that it’s time to get some sleep.

               “So you had a hand in this entire mess.”

               My heart skips as Ruggie catches up to me and Grim on our way back to Ramshackle.

               “I guess you could say that.”

               “Heck yeah we did!” Grim climbs my costume to stand on my shoulder. “And we planned the best party ever!”

               “Yeah you did. The food was great.” Immediately, I divert my eyes away from Ruggie’s grin. I’m not sure I can ever look at that smile the same again.

               Though the conversation stays light, I keep my gaze occupied on the way back to my shabby little dorm. I would look at anything—the castle overhead, the rising sun, the rusted gate, the drowsy cat in my arms—as long as it wasn’t Ruggie.

               I tuck the blanket around my magic partner who quickly crashed on our way back. With a soft smile, I place his hat on the nightstand and stroke his head. The feline mumbles something about “awesome dance moves” as he rolls over to continue his dream.

               “Man, I thought he’d be up for hours with how wired he was,” Ruggie says as I close the door behind me.

               I glance down the hall, trying to put on a light-hearted air. “I think he just finally hit that sugar crash.”

               “Hey, are you okay?”

               “Yeah, I’m fine.”

               “Then why won’t you look at me?”

               Embarrassment simmers in my ears. This whole thing is stupid.

               “It’s nothing. I’m just being silly.” Raising my head, I look him in the eye and put on a smile. “I’m fine.” Immediately after those words leave my mouth, I can’t help glancing at his lips and my gaze instantly averts.

               “Yeah right. You’re avoiding me.” Ruggie ducks down, trying to look me in the eyes, but I just can’t. “Aw, c’mon. You mad at me or somethin’?”

               “N-No.” I avoid him again.

               “Then what?”

               The intrusive thoughts themselves aren’t really anything to be ashamed of. “Look, I just…I’m trying to block out the intrusive thoughts, okay?”

               There’s a pause. “What kind of intrusive thoughts?”

               But the contents of those thoughts kind of are.

               “Ruggie…” I groan.

               “Just tell me, will ya. You know I’m not gonna leave you alone ‘til you do.”

               He’s right—I know he won’t. It takes me a few moments filled with deep breaths and expectant stares to finally get the words out.

               “I’m just having a hard time getting the image of you crunching through that bone out of my head, okay? Can we just drop it now?”

               “The bone?” Glancing to him, I can see the gears turning in his head. “You’re not tellin’ me you’re scared of my bite now, are ya?”

               I pinch the bridge of my nose. “It’s less that I’m afraid and more that I can’t stop imaging you biting through things.”

               “You mean like this?”

               My stomach flips when the hyena grabs my arm. In a swift motion, he draws my sleeve back and brings the limb to his mouth, those massive, gleaming teeth resting against my skin. The image of that snapping bone fills my head. I shut my eyes and brace for the core-rattling snapping sound and the inevitable pain to follow.

               Instead I hear a soft chuckle. Warm, gentle lips meet my skin, instantly drawing my gaze back. Embers smolder behind his eyes as he trails soft kisses down to the back of my hand. A last reverent press of his lips meets my knuckles before his fingers intertwine with mine.

               “You gotta know I could never hurt you.” Even his voice is infested with the heat quickly enflaming my own bashfulness. This smooth criminal then leans in, lips brushing against my cheek causing the air to hitch in my chest. “Not even if my life depended on it.”              

               Then, Ruggie retreats, that ever-lovable simper warped into something warm and gentle. Meanwhile, with my skin on fire, I press against the wall in an attempt to keep myself from collapsing. I’m positive his ears—even hidden beneath that marauder’s hat—can hear the pounding in my chest. And if he didn’t hear that, the shuddering exhale from my mouth is probably thoroughly satisfying.

               “What’s wrong, sugar?” he asks, absolutely full of himself right now.

                My free hand presses to my face in a shoddy attempt to calm my nerves. “What a cruel criminal you are to toy with my feelings like this.”

               “All in a days work for a scurvy pirate—stealin’ such precious treasures as hearts, shyehehe.” There’s that smooth tongue. “But who said I was playin’?”

               The grip on my hand tightens and I swear he’s squeezing my heart.

               “Ruggie…?”

               “Didn’t even need to trick-or-treat to get me the best prize.” Some of his mischief returns. “Man, a full feast and I get the cutest kid on campus? I really did make off like a pirate with all the treasure this year.”

               It seems my legs are stable enough to hold their own weight again. “I don’t know about that.”

               “Oh I do. I could just eat you up.” He laughs in the face of my glare. “Too soon?”

               “I’m going to bed now.”

               My announcement doesn’t seem to deter Ruggie from pestering me, chattering about random things. Yet I’m not entirely inclined to send him off. Instead, he sheds his coat and boots and flops onto the bed beside me—his hand finding mine like the greedy man he is. It doesn’t take long after that for the conversation to lull and consciousness to drift.

               Those intrusive thoughts return frequently from then on out. Ruggie always had the potential to seriously hurt me. But every time he smiles, I’m reminded of that pirate in Ramshackle on Halloween night. I remember just how gentle that mouth can be—and how quickly it can sink those fangs into my heart.

[junekissed]

campus cat dad

member — uni bf!vernon x reader genre — fluff, humor, college au word count — 1.9k warnings — vernon calls reader his girlfriend but no pronouns mentioned, vernon is precious i’m gonna cry, the cat has the funniest name ever notes — lowercase intended. this is based off an actual club at my university that feeds and neuters feral cats on campus because i thought vernon would definitely be a part of it, he just likes the kitties <3 alley cat allies is also a real organization! if you’d like to help protect cats around the world you can donate here. this post isn’t sponsored or anything just a cute idea :)

thanks to @hyucks-rose for helping brainstorm :D

one reblog = one cat i will personally adopt

“i told you, babe, i don’t have time to join any clubs! i have calculus homework!”

“but vernie, i know you’ll like it! just come to one meeting, please?” you protest, putting on your best pout.

he sighs, giving you a pout of his own. “just because there’s cats doesn’t mean i’ll like it.”

you tilt your head and give him a look.

“okay, okay, fine!” he relents. “i probably would like it. but i just don’t have time.”

“oh, just like you don’t have time to play games with wonwoo every day?”

he glares at you, but you can see the smile in his eyes. “one meeting. that’s it.”

you grin triumphantly. “are you driving or me?”

he grabs the keys from the hook by the apartment door, shoving them in his pocket and holding up a finger. “one meeting!”

“hurry up! we have to make sure they’re still there!”

four weeks (and many meetings) later, you’re being hurried out the door by vernon, on your way to the south end of campus, having received a tip on the club’s website about a kitten sighting.

despite his early protests, vernon has quickly become the mascot of your campus’s chapter of alley cat allies, an organization that feeds and neuters feral cats and kittens before returning them to where they were found or helping them get adopted. 

vernon volunteers to drive everyone out for trappings and vet appointments, keeps bags of dry cat food in the trunk of his car, he even helped design club t-shirts for everyone. he dotes on the cats, and the club dotes on him. they’ve never had a member so enthusiastic about… well, everything.

the car rolls to a stop at the dorm parking lot and vernon jumps out, grabbing the traps and blankets from the backseat.

you follow him back behind the buildings, tiptoeing as quietly as you can so as not to startle any kitties you might come across. it's late, later than you've been out trapping before, but vernon didn't want the kitten to spend another night outside.

you yawn and help him latch the trap open, filling a bowl of aromatic wet food to attract the cats before laying it inside the trap, surrounded by blankets. it’s the time of year when the nights start to get freezing, plus covering the trap makes cats less wary of going inside, so he always makes sure there’s plenty of thick, warm fabric in his car.

vernon positions a small camera on the branch of a nearby tree, angled at the trap so you can monitor it from the warmth of his car. some days you’ll be out there for hours, hoping to trap a cat someone reported, but to no avail.

after putting the trap in a secluded spot, you head back to the car. vernon turns the car on and flips the heater on, stretching into the backseat to grab another blanket and stretch it across both your laps.

his phone is set up on the dashboard so you can watch the camera, so you grab the aux cord to plug in your phone to play some quiet music while you wait.

after over an hour and not so much as a rustle on the camera, you’re starting to get tired.

“vernie, it’s late, we gotta go home,” you yawn, shifting in the passenger seat. “we can’t stay here all night. and you told me you have an exam tomorrow.”

“it’s just geography, it’s not that hard,” he says, waving it off. “besides, it’s too close to winter. if we leave them out here they’ll freeze to death. c’mon, please,” he whines. “just a little longer. you can sleep, i’ll do everything.”

you sigh. “fine,” you say, settling in and pulling the blanket up higher around you. “but wake me up if anything happens.”

what feels like only seconds but is probably more like an hour later, you feel a hand gently shaking your leg. “baby, wake up! they’re here! it’s time!”

“who? santa?” you ask groggily.

“the cat!!”

a car door shuts as you sit up, rubbing the little bit of sleep from your eyes after your catnap. indeed, you can hear quiet mews coming from his phone, still monitoring the camera. 

before you know it the passenger side door opens, blasting you with cold air. grumbling, you throw your blanket in the backseat and climb out of the car, where vernon is waiting.

carefully the two of you go searching into the trees, walking as quietly as possible until you reach the spot where you hid the trap. and sure enough, there’s a little friend hiding inside.

“hi, baby,” vernon coos, lifting the cage gently to speak to the kitten. “it’s okay now, you’re safe. we’re gonna get you all cleaned up, and some nice warm food, and then…”

he keeps talking but you stop paying attention and the words fade out as you watch how enthralled he is with the kitten. the excited little face he makes and the sparkle in his eyes as he tells the kitten all about the wonderful life they have ahead of them.

he points the cage towards you, bringing your focus back. “this is my girlfriend, and we’re gonna take good care of you, little buddy.”

you giggle and tug on his arm, pulling him back towards the car.

back at your apartment, you take the cage upstairs and carefully transfer the kitten into a cat carrier as vernon runs some warm water to give the little guy a bath.

as president of the club, new cats always stay with you and vernon in your shared apartment until you can take them to the vet to get neutered and given all their shots. despite his calculus homework, he insists on driving you and the kitties to every appointment: the vet, the adoption shelter, the pet store. you always warn him one day he’ll get too attached, but he always laughs and gives you a kiss, telling you he already is.

“can we keep him?”

you look up, your hands still submerged in warm, soapy water.

“vernon, you know we can’t.”

“but why not?” he pouts. “we have to keep him over the weekend until the vet opens on monday, anyway. and you always said you wanted to get a cat together.”

“i didn’t mean right now!”

“at least wait til after the weekend. please? he’s so cute… we can’t just put him up for adoption. who knows how long he’ll be in there.”

you pull the plug from the sink, letting the water drain out as you hand vernon the kitten, where he’s waiting with a big fluffy towel to dry him off.

“he’s a kitten. kittens get adopted fast. if we’re gonna get a cat we should adopt an older one,” you say.

“why not have both?” he grins.

there’s a sudden mew, and you both look down at the kitten. “see, he agrees with me,” vernon says.

you sigh. “we’ll see what happens at the meeting tuesday."

the weekend comes and goes, and vernon spends every second he can with his new friend. you come back from work saturday to see him sitting on the couch on his laptop, the kitten sleeping soundly in his lap.

you sneak a peek at his computer screen as you walk past, and hold in a laugh when you see the pet store website pulled up, browsing collars.

the next time you catch him researching, he’s on your apartment complex’s association website, reading about their rules on pets while he flicks a toy on a string around and the kitten bounces around happily.

when you climb in bed that night, vernon yelps and tugs the blankets from underneath you.

“hey, be careful! you almost sat on vernard!”

you almost spit out your tea. “vernard? are you joking?”

he grins. “it’s cute, right?”

you snort. “no. and he’s in my spot.”

“it’s his spot now. sorry, he claimed it.”

you roll your eyes and pretend to sulk away. “wow. can’t believe i’m sleeping on the couch because of vernard.”

he reaches out, grabbing your wrist before you can walk away. “no– wait! uh… vernard changes his mind. he’ll snuggle with me," he says. "and so can you," he adds quickly.

you giggle and get back in bed, gently petting the kitten now in vernon’s lap. “oh, how very generous, thank you, vernard.”

as usual, vernon drives you to the cat’s vet appointment, but instead of sitting at reception and cooing at the other pets in the waiting room like he usually does, he insists on coming with you, saying “he doesn’t want to leave vernard by himself because he might get scared.”

he’s attached to the kitten, you can already tell; he treats him like his son. and when vernon shows up to the club meeting that tuesday, you know there’s no way you’re putting that kitten up for adoption now.

vernard’s been blinged out, wearing a sparkly black collar around his cone that stands out against his light fur. vernon carries him carefully in his arms and sits at the front near you so you can open the meeting.

instantly the room fills with awws as the members rush to see his new friend. the kitten yelps at the attention, turning its back to everyone and curling into vernon’s arms, hiding its face.

after everyone’s done fawning over vernard and giggling about the little cone on his head, you explain the successful trapping over the weekend, as well as his successful vet appointment yesterday.

unlike usual, vernon’s noticeably quiet the whole meeting, and when you glance over, he’s gently running his finger behind vernard’s ears. he’s purring so loud, you’re sure the entire room can hear.

you clear your throat. “one last thing for today’s agenda. seeing as we’ve become so… attached, to this kitten, i’ve been reading up on our constitution, and there’s nothing that explicitly says we have to release every cat we find. but if we choose to keep the cat instead of putting them up for adoption, we have to go to a vote.” you smile at vernon, who’s beaming proudly from his chair. “i motion we allow one of our members to adopt this cat. can i get a second?”

one of the members speaks up eagerly. “i second the motion!”

you nod. “all in favor?”

every hand in the room shoots into the air. no one would dare ask him to part with his best buddy, and the vote passes unanimously.

you grin. “alright, then the motion has been accepted.” 

vernon turns around, waving the kitten’s tiny little paw at the members. “welcome to the family, vernard!”

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Could you explain more about the gods and religion in your Ambrose & Elliot universe? :0 it seems interesting!

Oh buckle up anon cause you asked for LORE and I have SO MUCH

General Beliefs 

There are six gods, and in order of most to least popular they go:

Emry, Mael and Maer, Cato, Kiah, Janus

The gods are usually seen as positive figures (except Janus and Kiah, who most people distrust and don't like at minimum), but not necessarily moral ones. There's no 'sinning' really, but if you cause harm or destroy 'sacred' things, people will judge you.

Atheism doesn't exist in this world, because the gods are just... around. It's not uncommon to see Cato in a large library, browsing books. Sometimes Maer is in the audience of a musical. And so on.

The concept of an afterlife is distinct from the gods, although it's generally understood that gods can visit the dead if they wish. Most people believe that souls do exist, and that there is a personal paradise for each soul after they die. 

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Temples 

'Temple' is a very broad term in this universe. Most temples' primary function isn't worship at all. The vast majority of temples are community supports. All of them do some form of charity, especially in rural areas.

Temples have two universal rules: they are open to all, and you cannot cause conflict inside one.

Temples are open to the public from sunup to sundown, with few exceptions (Cato temples are open 24/7). They’re free to enter, and you can stay overnight in many of them, also for no charge. Priests also make and offer free meals to the hungry, no questions asked.

Generally, these services are only used if you need them, but there isn’t any gatekeeping to determine if you do.

Every god has their own distinctive style of temple. For example, a temple to Cato is very different to a Kiah temple.

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Priests

Priests dedicate their lives or most of their time to serving the ideals of their chosen god. Many live at their local temples. Their jobs usually focus on community service.

All priests must be educated about their specific god, and some even know them personally. It also helps if you know how your god feels about the other gods.

Becoming a priest varies from god-to-god. Cato’s priesthood is often tied to your job or level of education. Anyone with a degree can be a priest to Cato, and librarians often are.

A priest of Emry needs no qualifications, but if you are in a temple that doubles as an orphanage, you must be vetted.

Mael and Maer also have no barrier to entry, but keep in mind that artists often come to temples for advice on their pieces.

Kiah has no barrier.

Janus, by his nature, doesn’t question the origins of his priests. However, he does judge you by your works and actions as a priest. He keeps the closest eye on them, and desires them to be compassionate. They also take vows not to reveal personal information about anyone who visits the temple, as many of their residents or guests don’t want to be found.

Note: In the Kitty Elliot AU, Catfolk are considered holy and often live at temples, cared for by priests. Janus’s temples are a favorite among them.

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Meet the Gods

Emry

Emry is the god of harvests, and a patron of orphans. He's most often worshiped by farmers and ranchers, and most people hold him in high regard. He's depicted as kind and generous, and he loves all creatures.

Sometimes he's connected to death, but specifically a painless, merciful end. After all, a god of harvests must slaughter the cows at some point.

Emry's temples are typically the smallest of the gods. They're usually larger houses that double as orphanages, and they focus on comfort over worship. A typical Emry temple has one offering box on the outside for donations and a modest wooden altar on the inside for small offerings.

A usual offering might be some strands of wheat, or maybe an apple, or perhaps some wool. Offerings typically come after harvests as a thank you.

Most farmers' homes have a shrine to Emry.

Mael

Mael is the god of visual art. He's the twin to Maer, and occasionally temples are dedicated to the both of them.

Mael's worshipers are far and wide, and most artists and creatives pray to him and his brother for inspiration or to bless their talents.

Mael's temples are usually grand and beautiful. Murals line the walls, and some temples paint over and make new ones every year. Beauty is more important than practicality in these temples. The most gorgeous ones are often tourist spots.

A typical offering includes a child's drawing, or maybe a tube of paint, or a poem. Offerings usually are a bid for attention, or asking for blessings on a future project.

All art schools are dedicated to Mael and Maer, and shrines to them are very common in artists' homes.

Maer

Maer is the god of performance art. Theater, music, and statues all fall into his domain (although Mael disagrees about statues).

Maer is also said to be the god of love and lust, and some think of him as Mael's "dirtier" counterpart.

In reality, Mael and Maer collaborate more than they squabble. Neither god can really separate their domains out as cleanly as the other gods can.

Note: in the kitty Elliot AU, Catfolk are one of these collaborative pieces between the two.

Maer's temples are usually also working theaters and auditoriums. Attending or working a performance is the same as worshiping him, and he's less concerned about image than his brother.

Because of his connection to theater, he's also a god of good luck.

A typical offering isn't physical. Dedicate anything to him, and he'll remember. Although, he does cherish children's clay figures.

Cato

Cato is the god of knowledge and discovery, and is a patron of scholars and scientists.

He doesn't care much for worship, and is more curious about what his scholars are working on. He's the most commonly seen god, wandering the earth with no thought to disguising himself.

Cato's temples are libraries first, and places of worship second. Open at all hours, they're a blessing to people who just need an answer at two am.

Students hold Cato in high regards, and often you can hear a flustered student muttering prayers on their way to a calculus exam.

Kiah

Kiah is one of the two... unpopular gods. His domain includes fear and new beginnings.

However, it’s important to know that Kiah is not the god of inflicting fear, and is a highly anxious person himself. More accurately, he’s the god of being afraid. Still, that doesn’t net him much positive attention.

Kiah is fairly shy, and is slow to act. However, righteous anger is a common theme in stories about Kiah. His most positive depictions are about bravery, i.e overcoming fear.

He is good friends with the other gods, but he often clashes with Janus. They have different worldviews, and their natures cause friction between them. But in rare collaborations, Janus and Kiah create war and justice.

Kiah temples are few and far between, and are quiet spaces with comfortable furniture and darker colors. If you suffer anxiety or migraines, a Kiah temple is a nice place to be. 

Janus

Janus is the god of lies and secrets. Understandably, this makes most people wary of him and his priests.

But just like Kiah, there is more to Janus than is generally understood. To be more accurate, Janus is a protector god who chooses deception as the method. 

Janus is a patron of the abused, specifically runaways. His temples take privacy very seriously, and you will be tossed out for disturbing residents.

His temples are also large and grand, and usually appear only in big cities. 

Note: If a Janus temple is unavailable to a runaway, the next best is Kiah or Emry, although any temple will help.

Janus appreciates the finer things in life, and his temples often reflect that. High ceilings, lots of light and tall windows, nooks and crannies for privacy, rooms hidden behind tapestries, beautiful courtyards. All of these you might find at a Janus temple, but he loves and appreciates simple shrines just as much as his spectacular temples.

Politicians are the biggest donors to Janus, for less than savory reasons. The rumor goes that the more money you donate to Janus, the more he will bless you with his ability to flawlessly deceive and your career will flourish.

Janus himself started this rumor, and it never ceases to amuse him that the donated wealth of corruption not only built his temples, but feeds his priests and cares for those who need it.

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The Gods Themselves

The gods are immortal and ageless, though not unchanging. They’ve all cycled through appearances, genders, etc. many times. Sometimes they even pick up and put down minor aspects of their domain.

When not roaming the world, they spend their time in a small dimension they call “the realm”. Mortals can only enter when a god lets them in personally.

As far as they’re aware, Cato and Janus are the oldest of them, followed by Emry, Kiah, and Mael and Maer.

Mael and Maer consider themselves twins, but it’s all pretty unclear.

The gods’ relationships with each other are… complicated. While they’d agree they’re all friends, the intricate parts are hard to define.

Yes, they’ve all had sex with each other at some point. They’ve even paired off into relationships before. Basically any pairing was true at some point, and they’re all very casual about it.

When you live with and deal with the same five other people for all of time, past and present, static relationships aren’t going to exist.

Currently, Janus is in a monogamous relationship with Ambrose, and the others respect that.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 1/23/2024

listen i got my last job through one of youse on here so weirder things have happened: i got fired bc the nonprofit wasn’t doing so hot. let me know if you have a weird data/database or market/tech research job. i promise my worksona is so so so nice and pleasant to work with. remote only, looking more in the $75k range but can be a bit flexible if it��s a cool enough job, i am in the central time zone of the USA and will not need sponsorship anywhere but DO need the cadillac of healthcare and dental plans. portfolio, publication list, and linkedin with my government name available on request!

listening

both of these are from my sister! this is another FULL ALBUM rec (good lord). The Offline’s album La couleur de la mer is a soundtrack to a movie that doesn’t exist, inspired by his long walks in the fog on the French Atlantic coast. a little spacey, a little soul, very sixties/seventies neonoir. i am quite fond of the very first track, Thème de la couleur de la mer.

she’s also sent me a bunch of tiktoks with Perfect (Exceeder) by Mason and Princess Superstar. hell of a goddamn music video for this thing. mid-aughts clubbing music at its finest. stopped me from dissolving into a puddle of emotions on the way to and from the vet today bc it’s too goddamn bouncy to be sad around

reading

im reading a trilogy i want to discuss as a whole whenever the third one comes through as a library hold, and a book by a friend. i do not typically talk about books or fics by friends here bc none of them have ever asked for critique, and i dont want to play favorites or inadvertently miss someone’s work. so here’s a story about porn on Wikimedia, which is the kind of database drama and technical arguments that fascinate me.

given the number of articles from 404 Media i shout about here and elsewhere i really should sign up for their $5/mo subscription tier when i have a steady income again

watching

somehow missed Star Wars Visions 2, their second anthology of weird little shorts. i was not super impressed by the overall storytelling this time around, but it was fun to see them reach out to more global studios and see a wider range of styles. there’s some goddamn incredible stop motion in here.

i particularly enjoyed Journey to the Dark Head, which not only has some interesting fringe Force believers and beliefs but has one of the sickest anime bullshit lightsaber fights in this season. this one is by Studio Mir, most known for the Legend of Korra.

also really liked The Spy Dancer by Studio La Cachette, partly bc it’s incredibly beautiful and i like when Star Wars leans into art nouveau, and partly bc it felt the most like a complete short story. emotional arc and everything! strong beginning middle and end! this IS a really low bar, but a lot of the shorts this season did not have a coherent little story to tell or a strong emotional arc, or fumbled their arc partway through, and were just kind of vibes and animation showcases? nothing necessarily wrong with that, also how i felt about most of the last collection. my expectations are underground for any Star Wars media.

playing

as is tradition i dithered about this section the most. this is more of a What’s Next? planning ramble.

the laptop gets shipped back to my old job today so i will no longer have a working modern computer. i have to dig the switch out and see what’s up. maybe start a whole new run in breath of the wild or whatever the last pokemon game was. i think i also have the sword boyfriend game everyone was up in arms about two years ago? and i think i am somehow part of a switch family plan that lets me have some older games?

this section may look very different in the next ??? amount of time until i get a company laptop again. or finally replace the motherboard on my personal desktop but that sat in my car for several weeks during the heat wave this summer while i did not have an apartment and i am really REALLY afraid to open that box.

oh the free epic game this week is a platformer, a genre i have historically not cared about. godspeed to those of you who do

making

soup bc aldi had alphabet pasta and that jolted me out of myself for long enough i was briefly convinced making alphabet pasta soup would fix me. so i found this recipe while in aldi. despite this not being a very good soup or a very good recipe, i feel a little triumphant bc i now know enough to brown the tomato paste before putting it in the soup. unfortunately i overcooked the pasta. there’s kind of a lot of texture happening here, and i wish i had chopped things finer, but i will probably steal my best friend’s blender tomorrow and blitz some of it down.

it’s edible. im going to eat it all. it will not be going in the rotation

[munsster]

Just imagine Steve freaking out when you have your first baby but by the sixth he’s totally prepared and chilled because you guys have been through it so many times lol.

domestic!steve and his little family (3)

A/N: he totally would go from gelled hair, full suit and tie to like war vet wearing glasses and drinking a slurpee in sweats

Warnings: references to childbirth/labor!, hospital, panicked steve, dad!steve, fluff, afab!reader implied, cursing, pet names (sunshine)

part one part two part three part four

steve’s character development surrounding your labor 😭 pls

and the first time he’s totally helicopter mom-ing it

bringing two duffel bags full of literally anything and everything that you might need

(most of it is really for him though)

steve “ohgodpohffuckohmyggodwhat if i mmiss it” harrington vs. steve “ay, babe, im runnin’ to the store, what kinda M&M’s d’you want?” harrington

oh god that first time he’s so lost

i mean he had 9 months to prepare and now he’s floundering???

he works up a sweat before you can even say your water broke

both of you being so diligent the first time: playing music for your bump, going to lamaze classes, being really good about the pregnancy diet

oh man, that poor sixth baby…….

not that you two are any less caring about it, but you are hella tired and they can’t expect you to avoid caffeine the whole time😭😭

now as far as preparedness goes, MAN has there been a vast improvement

the first time, he did not know what to do once you had your first contraction

he SPED to the hospital only for them to be like “uhhh just wait here” and you’re there for two hours when you could’ve been home i-

he was so scared the first time too

you were ANNIHILATING his right hand tho

probly broke a couple of his fingers, but thats okay, he’ll forgive you

him being that dad with a video camera

oh he was so obsessed the first time

bringing you ice chips so so often

asking if you needed anything constantly

helping you breathe through the hard parts

moving your hair out of your face 🥺

telling you how good you’re doing

you being an absolute menace—seriously, full on excorist—but he understands because… well, childbirth!

and once that sucker pops out, he’s so excited and you look so so beautiful holding the baby

and the first time dad really kicks in

he is SO nervous while you’re just sitting with the baby

then the nurse comes to put him in the nursery

and you immediately go “are you okay, stevie? i can see you brooding over there” “‘m not brooding, i’m just—” “nervous?” “yeah” “me too”

and he looks at you so lovingly and kisses your forehead and goes “we got this”

🥺🥺 he is just a sweetheart

then along came the twins—a whole different ordeal—and then babygirl and her brother

and then the sixth

you got your first contraction at like 5 am

yikes

and evvvvvverybody woke up

whole house was absolutely bumping

all the little ones were SO excited and you were like

holy fukcing shit im never doing this again

and steve really groggily phoned the sitter and apologized for the wakeup call

but she was sweet about it and watched the kids while you two hobbled into the car and drove off

oh and all the babes were like “good luck!!!” “see you soon” “miss youuuououoou” and waving and chasing the car down the street as far as they could 🥺🥺🥺

this time steve brought nothing

no duffel bag

he’ll drive home if he needs to

he’s learned enough to know that he doesn’t know anything

what never changes is that he’s always holding your hand if he can

like he’ll just reach for you and let you crush his hand during a particularly brutal contraction

honestly, his gentleness never fades

he’s just a lot more tired now

and wearing his pajamas & slippers

and he forgot to shave

but no matter, you are in your hospital gown looking gracefully sweaty when he waltzes into the room eating a bag of potato chips

and you glare at him

“want some?” “there is a baby coming out of me” “understood”

and he’s perched on the same chair in the same room with his chip bag tossed aside

“y’look just as beautiful as you did the first time” “please murder me, steven” “i could never” “if you don’t, this baby will” “nah, i believe in you, sunshine, you got this”

bonus: dustin bringing balloons and flowers and toys like the good uncle he is

and he definitely gives steve the same pep talk each time about how great of a father he’s been/going to be

aww dustin 🥺😌

he really loves being a part of your guys’ little family

and once it’s over, steve’s hovering over your shoulder and watching the baby with a little smile

and once the nurse takes the baby

he gets in the bed with you

“d’you think they’ll let us sleep here?” and he has his arms around you, very quickly losing consciousness

“god i hope so” and you slump into him right as he starts snoring

the babies are SO EXCITED when you finally bring the sixth home

they’re all like “woahhh” and so eager to touch the baby but they don’t

one of the grouches being like “SEND IT BACK” and steve laughing his ass off before scolding him a little

and babygirl being all like “she’s so little….. i LOVE her!!!!!”

ughhh, you know you both promised to stop after this one but

i mean, come on

masterlist

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - March 5th

I’m going to be incredibly busy over the next few weeks so how many stories I read will be less than normal--hopefully it’ll even out some in April. In the meantime, enjoy this week’s recs and be sure to give a comment/kudos for your fic authors! 

~*~

***Covered in Lines by royal_chandler

He can’t lose sight of pale, deft hands that gesture on transitive verbs, an ink-stained thumb edging underneath Tony’s ribcage with an affection that can only be called dangerous.

The Sea is Calling by justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday)

The storm took everything from Steve and left him empty and alone.

Tony has been swept away on the rough tides, taken from everything and everyone he loves.

The sea takes and takes and takes and gives nothing back.

adjustment period by mistymountainking

Tony and Steve have been together for a while now. They love each other a truly sickening amount. Unfortunately, Tony's issues have issues.

only a kiss by mistymountainking

Tony wouldn’t be the first to admit it—he wouldn’t be the third or the fifth or the fiftieth, even—but he’s a very physically affectionate person. For a man who doesn’t like being handed things, he loves using his hands to show his fondness for others. He has his little touches, arm pats, shoulder squeezes, handshakes; hugs are almost exclusively reserved for Rhodey and Pepper (Happy, Steve’s learned, isn’t a hugger), but no one is exempt from being kissed when the mood strikes Tony Stark.

No one except Steve, apparently.

a moment in the sun by mistymountainking

“—I mean it’s crazy right? It’s crazy, Tony Stark, Tony Stark calls us up out of the blue one day and says ‘You’ll be waiting six months to a year for a decent repair job, let alone a complete replacement, and I owe you guys, come on by Avengers Tower—”

***

a prompt fill for an anon on tumblr, who asked for Steve/Tony + Tony designing prosthetics for wounded vets

breathe with me by mistymountainking

“If footage from my sweet sixteen made it into this lineup, we’re watching all three Die Hards."

It’s Wednesday, and Wednesday means movie night at the mansion.

***

a prompt fill for lovingcookiemonsterblog on tumblr, who asked for Steve/Tony + "You're not worth it."

we'll hold each other (soon) by mistymountainking

Moments after the bright blue light of Tony’s arc reactor goes dark, Steve knows what he has to do.

 ***

written as a prompt fill for anon on tumblr, who asked for Steve/Tony post-Endgame fix-it fic.

tomorrow can wait (come whatever) by mistymountainking

The picture isn’t damning, Steve reminds himself. They aren’t engaged. They aren’t dating. They’re just friends. The pose is damning enough, but he’d be an idiot if he didn’t admit, at least to himself, that it’s his face that sells it. His face is why The Picture™ has been the #1 trending thing on Twitter for going on twelve hours, and why Clint whistled Wagner’s bridal chorus at him when they walked back into the tower last night.

He looks like he’s in love. Which is fair, because he is. With Tony.

His fiancé.

***

Steve and Tony are photographed mid-battle, which is par for the course. By the time they get home, the whole world thinks they're engaged, which is...not. But it's not a big deal—they'll figure things out eventually.

Excuses, excuses by S_Horne

“It was just that last lecture, the one on Wednesday,” Steve started, plucking his notebook off the top of his book pile and flicking through it. “I left feeling a little confused. I understood it all, but it wasn’t my favourite one. Do we have to write the paper on that topic, or can I focus on something else?”

Tony laughed as he pushed his chair backwards and stood. “That,” he said as he rounded the desk, “has got to be the worst excuse you’ve come up with yet. And I’m including the time that you came to tell me that the lights had been left on in my classroom.”

***a rose by any other name by meidui

“Just Steve,” he says quickly, softly, and his voice is music to Tony’s ears. “Please call me Steve.”

Tony can’t help but stare as it occurs to him that he should have prepared a proper greeting. What on earth is someone so young and pretty doing in an engagement like this?

-

There are a lot of things about Steve that make this arrangement easier than Tony thought it would be, but then there are a lot of things about him that complicate it, too.

flight risk by meidui

Tony is discharged from the hospital on his birthday, a beautiful May afternoon. The kind of sunshine that warms you up forever.

Mine by tinystark616

Steve doesn't have a problem with the fact that Tony likes to have one-night stands. It's none of his business. That is, until he has to witness Tony making out with Thor right in front of him.

tony's stickers of love by ArabellaAM

When Tony prints a couple of "Tony Stark Approved" stickers as a joke, the last thing he expects is to end up covering Steve's heart with them.

What if I Were To by blue_jack

“I know I said you could pick my next PA, but this is ridiculous.”

I Hear the Winter's Leave by thistlethorns

The thing is, Tony genuinely didn't know he had a soulmate.

time cannot replace by SailorChibi

When Steve is told that he has amnesia and has forgotten the past three years, naturally the first thing he does is call his boyfriend, Tony.

A Common Guttersnipe by betheflame 

When Steve Rogers walks down the runway, Tony Stark stops breathing. He must have this man as a client - he can make him the biggest movie star the world has ever known.

And then they meet, and Steve opens his mouth, and that accent nearly kills Tony. He makes Steve a bet - in six months, he can make even Anna Wintour think that Steve graduated from Phillips Exeter, and in return, Steve will let Tony sign him as a client.

Steve takes the bet, thinking he has nothing to loose.

And then he learns that the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain, that he could have danced all night, and that the world will still run without Tony Stark, but goddamn if he wants it to.

The Space Stone by TheDrow

Steve returns to put the Tesseract back… except its not as easy as he originally thought. And there’s someone in the past that he’s actively trying to avoid…

[greazyfloz]

Lust Or Love - Chapter 1

Other Chapters

Chapter two will be posted in 1 hour :-)

I remember the day he left. He left Boston for Columbus, while I waited back in Ann Arbor. We were headed down two different paths so I don’t know how two souls so different and challengingly different could have ever strived to attach. Him being back to graduate is too much for me, although I didn’t watch him leave the first time, the thought of watching him leave again even if it is just passing by hurts.

Nick was the captain of the hockey team, the popular guy. I was another sorority girl amongst the thousands of them, that didn’t really care to be a part of one. My mother wanted me to be a part of something so that is what I chose. Never did I think a Greek life party would end up breaking my heart so bad.

~October 2021~

The Frat house down the street was throwing a big party and everyone was going. I loved to party but it got exhausting. Tonight was one of those nights that I’d rather just lay in bed but I couldn’t. 

“Come on lighten up, it will be fun!” Tori, one of my roommates, tries to perk me up as I finish putting my makeup on.

“I know it will be fun, for everyone else” I say to her, “But I have to study”

“Oh my gosh, you will get into vet school, your marks are fine and your biology test is Tuesday. Tonight is Saturday, which means we party” she says to me, making me chuckle lightly, “if it sucks,” she continues sitting beside me on the bench and taking the lipstick from my hand before leaning into the mirror, “We will leave”. She applies the lipstick then pops her lips, “Plus Amber doesn’t want to go either tonight but I’m making her go too, so you guys can be miserable together!”

She smiles at me and gets up before telling me I have five minutes and leaving my room. I get up and make my way over to the closet and grab a pair of black skinny jeans and a navy bustier top to wear with my white converse. I put them on then walk down the stairs to see Tori, Amber, and Kali all pre-gaming in the kitchen. 

“Y/n!” Amber shouts as I reach the bottom step

“I thought she didn’t want to go out?” I say looking at Tori

“I don’t, but this is the only way I will be able to tolerate the night!” she shouts again, “Here! have a shot!” she says sliding a shot glass beside her to the empty seat. 

I walked over and sat in the empty seat and took a swig from the glass. I made a face as I set the shot glass back down on the table and the girls all laughed. We pre-gamed for around an hour before we eventually headed out and made our way to the frat party. The house was only a 4 maybe 5 minute walk from our house so we weren’t out in the cold for too long. 

When we got to the house it was packed. You literally had to push people out of your way to get through the house. I ended up losing the girls pretty quickly and ended up just trying to find anyone I knew when I noticed Nolan Moyle, a guy in one of my classes this semester, close enough to get to. I peel through the sweaty bodies in the house and make my way over. I usually bump into him at parties and have known him throughout my 4 years at UMich due to partying at the same houses and being in some of the same classes. 

“Hey Nolan” I said loud enough so that he can hear me over the music pumping through the house

“Hey!” he smiles widely when he sees me, “What’s up?!” 

I stick around with Nolan in the house until I can find my friends. We aren’t super close where we would call each other up to hang out but close enough that we would hang out at parties if we bumped into each other for the whole night and not talk about our classes. 

“I’m headed out to the deck out back, wanna come?” he asks me shouting over the music

“Sure!” I say 

“Grab my shoulder!” I hold onto his shoulder as he makes his way through the crowd. He is polite in an odd way as he maneuvers through the crowd by pushing through. We eventually make it to the back deck and it is almost just as packed as the inside of the house. Only difference was you didn’t have to push people to get around, you could just squeeze past them. Nolan found some of his friends and made his way over and I followed behind him. 

We made it over to some of his friends and I catch one of them staring at me, he gives me a shy smile before looking away. He is cute, I smile to myself and look down at my feet. When I look up again I catch him staring again, this time Nolan notices. 

“Nick, Y/n. Y/n, Nick or Blanks, or Cap, you choose” he says and we both look at Nolan, “Well you wouldn’t stop staring at each other waiting for the other to introduce themselves first” Nolan continued before looking back at the group and talking to them. Nick walks over to me and tilts his head pointing it over at the railing of the deck. I follow the motion of his head and walk over and lean my back against it.

“Hey” he smiles leaning on the rail beside me

“Hi” I smile back

“So, how long have you known Moyle?” 

“Since freshman year” I tell him and he nods

“You a Senior?”

“Yeah, you?” I say and a light bulb turns on above his head

“Oh yeah, wait I do know you I think. Well know of you” he starts, “You’re dating Kyle, I was wondering where I’ve seen you but yeah, now I know” he says and I give him a toothless puffed lip smile like he hit a sore spot

“I think I’m going to go” I say nodding my head then walk over to Nolan leaving Nick over at the railing.

“Hey Nolan?” I say catching his attention so he turns and looks at me, “I found my friends, I’ll catch you later! Thanks for keeping my company!” I say and he smiles back

“Cya Monday morning!” he says before I disappear into the scrum of people. 

As I push through the people I finally find Tori. I wave my hand up to Tori to grab her attention as I walk through the crowd to her. When she sees me she smiles and reaches her hand out over the crowd to grab my hand and pull me through the crowded deck so I was closer to her. 

“Where did you go?” she questions me

“Where did I go? Where did you go? You disappeared”

“Oh opps” she says

“Where is Amber and Kali?”

“Amber is wasted in the bathroom and Kali is helping her, I was just helping her but vomit makes me sick, I needed air”

“Is she okay? Which bathroom?”

“I think, and the one on the left as soon as you walk through the door” 

I take her directions and walk into the house pushing through the people and make it to the bathroom. I knock and tell them it’s me before opening it and locking it behind me. I walk over to the toilet and rub Amber’s back as she continues to vomit in the toilet. 

“How long has she been throwing up?” I ask Kali who is sitting on the other side of Amber

“She was pretty sick around 20 minutes ago then stopped and started again just now when you walked in”

“Wow, nice. I revolt everybody” 

“No she is drunk, and Kyle was an asshole” Kali says referring to my ex that broke up with me last week. Oh yeah, maybe I forgot to mention that as another reason why I didn’t want to come tonight and the reason I left the cute boy out on the deck probably wondering where he fucked up. 

“I’ll take her home” I tell Kali and she gives me a look, “We will be fine, You need to stay and walk home with Tori so she doesn’t end up at some randoms or bringing a random home or walking home by herself”

“Are you sure? We could always walk back after”

“No I think I’m done partying anyway” “Kyle?”

“Haven’t seen him yet, don’t want to see him. Don’t care really” I tell Kali then lean forward to try to make eye contact with Amber, “Hey Bam, You want to go home?” I ask her and she slowly starts to lift her head out to the toilet bowl. She looks over at me and nods her head slowly and I stand to my feet, “Okay, can you get up on your feet?”

With both hands she grabs both sides of the toilet and tries to push herself up but she is extremely sloppy. I look at Kali as I grab one of Amber’s arms and Kali grabs the other as we both pull her up to her feet. 

“Help me walk her to the front, I’ll need help just getting her down the stairs”

“Sure” 

Both Kali and I put one of each of her arms over each of our shoulder’s and walk her out of the bathroom. We end up having to go out the backdoor as there was no way we were pushing through all the people in the house to get through to the front. We walk her, but practical drag her out the back door then to the back deck stairs. Kali and I were having huge difficulties trying to get down the stairs, we just weren’t strong enough. 

“Fuck, where is Kyle when you need him?” Kali says laughing then immediately stops realizing what she said and stops her movement to look at me apologetically, “Oh my gosh, I’m so s-”

“It’s fine” I say trying to shrug off the shitty feeling inside of me, “Just help me get her to the bottom”

“Yeah, okay” she says with guilt still ringing through her voice. 

We continue to struggle our way down the stairs without speaking. Before Kali’s Kyle comment we were at least telling Amber when to step and praising her when she does, but now we are just silent. “Hey Y/n!” I hear from up on the deck as I finally reach the bottom, I look up to see Nick coming down the stairs, “You look like you need help”

“Well I’m going to go now, you sure you are okay?” Kali asks me

“Yes, go have fun, I’ll look after her” I tell her and look at Nick, “I’m good” I smile then turn to basically carry Amber. 

Nick stands watching at the bottom of the deck stairs as I try and struggle greatly to get my drunk friend to just put one foot in front of the other, she can walk fine, she is just resistant to leaving the party all of a sudden. I finally give up and look back to see Nick still standing, watching me struggle with a sly smile on his face. 

“Fine” I say rolling my eyes, he smiles and makes his way over to us.

“Here, I’ll just carry her, '' he says, bending down and sweeping her off her feet. 

“Hey Bam, this is Nick” I say and Amber just nods her head with lazy eyes

“Hey Nick, urrrr cute!” Amber exclaims

“Thanks… Bam?” he says and I nod, “What’s Bam short for?” he asks her as we walk to my place

“Amber” she replies sluggishly

“That’s nice, where’d Bam come from?”

I walk beside them as he continues asking her questions to keep her talking

“My name” she answers, “Amb is a stupid nickname so I moved to b for my exhilarating personality” she says slurring each of her words. 

“Exhilarating huh?”

“Yup” she slurs, “You play hockey don’t you?” she asks him bringing her finger up and pressing his cheek

“Yeah, I do. Do you like hockey?” he asks her

“Don’t ask her that” I say, shaking my head laughing already knowing what she is going to say, embarrassing herself. Nick looks at me and laughs at my expression

“Just the boys” she says and Nick laughs

He continues talking with Amber the whole way to the house which wasn’t very much longer, then he helps me put her into her room. I walk down the stairs to grab a glass of water and some Advil then walk back up to Amber’s room setting it on the nightstand for her in the morning. Nick and I walk out of the room and down the stairs. Nick then makes his way to the front door but I stop him before he can leave, “You don’t want to stay for a bit?” 

Nick turns and looks at me questionably, “Are you sure?”

“I have a full bottle of Titos and a roof I like to sit on” I say walking into the kitchen and grabbing the bottle out of the cabinet before reappearing in the hall, “You wanna join?” I ask lifting the bottle up slightly and shaking it. Nick nods his head then follows me up the stairs.

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Tags &lt;3 : @woodruff-edwards

[funkymbtifiction]

hey charity :) congrats on your retirement. it’s been great checking in from time to time. if anyone ever doubts an se-dom’s ability to tackle difficult subjects, just wanted to share that i’ve stuck with my low-ni career plans and am currently halfway done with veterinary school. well on my way to being the wildlife vet i envisioned myself to be, even on the bad days. even at 30, but i’m certainly an oddball in this program. i’m the one of very few people i’ve met that doesn’t seem to care about grades at all, and i’ve been coping with the miserable lifestyle through lots of skateboarding, music, and rock climbing. just staying as physically active and engaged with the present as possible, and cutting class to visit wildlife vets in the region to remind myself why i’m here.

i tend to not think about mbti/enneagram much these days, but i had a couple lingering questions. please redact anything if you think it’s too personal.

i’m not sure i’ll ever settle on my enneagram type; really i’ve been between 6 or 7 for years, what with the massive fear of commitment, which has always felt very 7-ish, to the point of abandoning people/relationships etc, massive fear of being trapped. but i seem to lack optimism; and then there’s the growing fear of living in my mentor’s shadow when i’m through with school, but also knowing that i need to learn from her in this field - this push/pull approach feels very 6-ish and wanted to confirm it. i have a protective streak that i’ve always associated with 8 in my tritype, and an intense sense of being ‘different’ that my mom says i’ve clung to since toddlerhood which i associate with 4. and i was about ready to say, okay, 684 so/sp and close that chapter for good.

but earlier today - i had a reaction to something that struck me as almost 1-ish, and i wanted to get your thoughts on it. [...] so, i spent some time reading your enneagram page today, and the more i read about 1, the more i cringed. i’m attributing it to a cornered fi-te, but i’m also wondering if maybe i’m wrong about the 8-fix and if that could be a 1-fix? i would not say i suppress my anger at all. but, most of my anger is directed at justice. like when i was a scrappy little kid, i usually would only fight if i was cornered and needed to stand up for myself, or to protect another person. though i would challenge the boys, i guess, to fight if i felt like i needed to prove myself about something. and while i no longer physically get into fights, i verbally do, if i have to. ie, i believe in being confrontational and direct to solve problems; and while i complain a lot about systems that i perceive as broken, i also do what i can to try and change them. 

a suppressed inner critic? yes. and it’s true that nothing ever is quite perfect to me - i see flaws in most things. but i also wouldn’t want things to be perfect. there’s beauty in the mess. but. i’m my own moral authority. and if i don’t listen to my conscience - i pay the price. can’t sleep. nightmares, etc. i certainly resent myself for holding myself to those standards. it’s exhausting. the rest of the world doesn’t have to follow my code though (unless i’m wrapped into a situation, like this morning). and i wouldn’t even necessarily want them to - it’s just me.

so then i don’t know that 1 makes sense for esfp. or if what i’m seeing really isn’t 1 at all. which brings me back here once again. given the rigor of any medical program, i suspect i’ve been looping se-te a lot lately, and i guess fi popping up could’ve just startled me.

any thoughts?

thanks in advance for your insights, and all the best!

If you’re still confused about your core type, at this point I would forget about tritype altogether and spend time digging into your core fears, motivations, studying the Enneagram more deeply, and seeing what explains most of your personality (core, wing, stacking). 6 and 7 are quite different; there is some overlap, but 6s are core super-ego types, and 7s are core assertive types, and that distinction is HUGE. 7w6s are self-confident second-guessers, and 6w7s are insecure second-guessers. 7w6s are positive leading into reactivity, and 6s are core reactives striving for positive thinking. Super-ego comes with guilt-trip inducing “should” thinking; assertive types comes with re-framing and justifications for their actions. (6: I don’t deserve that, I’ve been horrible vs 7: I deserve to get what I want, I’ve done enough!). 6s have to justify what they want to themselves and others, 7s just go get it. Finally, under stress, 6 moves to 3 and hides away from their anxiety through ‘doing’ (working). 7s move to 1 and become more critical of themselves and others. 6s have to learn to grow toward 9 and develop a peaceful mind; 7s have to learn to move toward 5 and become more objective and know that they don’t ‘need’ everything they want.

That being said… I don’t know how useful this will be, because I’m double super-ego (possibly triple, I still consider a 2 fix often), but having a 1 fix is a constant chronic frustration with the world and everything in it not being good, or right, or proper enough These things make me angry. People being selfish makes me angry, junk in people’s front yard makes me angry, seeing that a series’ title texts on my bookshelf is not in alignment makes me angry, boredom makes me angry. I run a constant “judge” machine in my head, evaluating everyone and everything and how they ‘ought’ to be. (Why was that person so rude; that’s wrong. Withholding forgiveness—also wrong; someone claiming to be moral while cheating on their wife is a hypocrite; why must everyone swear so much?, it’s so crass and vulgar.) It extends to self-judgment: I’m a lousy person for not being a better friend, not doing the dishes every night and leaving them piled up (what a mess!), I should not have lost my temper, I should stop arguing with my dad, etc. If I fight with a friend, I used to (not as much anymore, I’ve learned to cope with this) go over everything they said, and everything I said, and self-reproach for anything that was unfair, mean, or selfish. 1 fixes in other people, I see as – critical, judgmental, frustration (everything isn’t quite perfect and everyone ‘should’ be better people than they are), self-righteous anger. Etc. It’s very different from my father’s 8 fix, which is all about power dynamics. Don’t give people an inch, they’ll walk all over you. YOU set the agenda! Be strong! Good/bad is what I say it is, and what’s smart. Not as much self-reproach, self-judgment, or recrimination. Other people are the problem, in many cases, because there’s less ruthless inner critic / nitpicking of self. Short fuse, non-apologetic for blow-ups. “Sometimes force is necessary.” Completely understanding 8 cores/fixers and seeing them as fine/relatable.

Heart fixes are tricky and when last, hard to figure out since it’s a non-issue – just present in conjunction with the other two. 7s are pretty much always heart-last, 6s can be either gut or heart last. But image/heart relates to how you want to be seen and what you show other people. Do you want to be seen as good and think of yourself as better than others because they are less generous and selfless than you? 2. Do you want to be more successful than others and impress them, so you re-frame things to sound good? 3. Do you want everyone to know you’re different, unique, broken, and can’t be fixed, but that’s fine because at least it makes you not like most normies? 4. Etc. Finding a heart center for a head type is hard, because we don’t “do” feelings, we avoid/ignore them/suppress them.

Avoidance of commitment is very much a core 7 trait, and how energetic you seem in staying active, cutting class (no thought of “will this affect my grade?”), and staying not-bored would suggest 7. A 6 would be more fearful of the consequences of those things, and feel duty-obligated to force themselves to do them. But the real test is how good your attention span is. 7s have less attentiveness than 6s, who are linear thinkers.

Regarding your situation with your roommate, you did recoil in a 1ish way, but 7s also have a line to 1 and often, strong feelings about right/wrong in specific areas that hit them wrong, especially as a Fi user. Are you moralistic in this way ALL the time, or just some of the time?

[alyjojo]

Advice to Work on Yourself 🪁 in June 2023: Aquarius

The Hermit - 4 Pentacles - The Hierophant

Regarding: 3 Pentacles rev

Very cut and dry reading this month. At some point, temptation will walk through the door in the form of flirtation or a love offer. The repeated advice is to not give this a second of your time, don’t cooperate, don’t message back, pull out your ghosting 👻 skills and use them. With The Hierophant here, either you’re already in a committed relationship, or they are and you just don’t know that. The High Priestess with The Moon shows secrets and confusion, your intuition will be firing off on all cylinders and you probably don’t need me to tell you. You’ll smell something fishy going on. But in the case you do, this validates that, it is.

The Hermit shows someone being alone, I assume you, and this other person is probably the one involved in something. Could be switched though. Could be an ex, Filippo nods towards that. Messages could fly in impulsively from nowhere, they’re probably meant to knock you off your rocker and get you all up in your head. 4 Pentacles is resistance, keeping a tight hold of what you have (if you do), and if you don’t then there are some levels of standards that you expect won’t be met with this person, who has some sneaky intentions or murky bs going on in the background. You seem perfectly content and stable where you are, and this other person gets no second chances, Judgement rev. I honestly get you don’t even want to, but 2 Wands does show you at crossroads and it’s probably a situation you can’t just spill to friends or anything. Your gut is on point with what it’s telling you, just listen to it.

Animal Oracle: Snow Leopard 🐆

“Take some time out of your usual life and spend it in solitude.”

It can be difficult to spend time in solitude these days, to unplug from electronics and get into nature, or off by yourself, if only for a few hours. Although you may feel anxious or restless when you first do this, you’ll relax. Use this time for contemplation and meditation, it’s not isolation, it’s solitude. If possible, take a full day off to yourself, and do whatever you want to do. Enjoy the feeling of sacred space around you in solitude, and know you’re never alone.

Artist Oracle: FILIPPO MARINETTI

- Forward march. Looking backward ensures a broken neck.

- Your art should wage war.

- The only constant will always be contradiction.

Advice:

- Declutter Your Space

- Make Smiles Contagious

Charms:

Acorn 🌰 on The Hierophant is an energy of gathering, so for this it would be like a list of requirements for you to take someone seriously enough to actually commit to. Kind of like a vetting process, an “are you full of shit?” test of some kind. This indicates you definitely know what you want and this person does not tick the boxes. If you are alone, which The Hermit indicates, don’t be with someone you don’t even want just to not be alone.

Angel Wing 👼 on The Devil is triumph over temptation, doing the right thing. With this and The Hierophant, you could have deep spiritual beliefs, and maybe this person doesn’t, or the situation itself goes against everything you stand for morally, religion or not. Aquarius does not tend to compromise their personal values…whatever those are. For this reading it’s looking like religion & beliefs, but it could apply to many things with The Devil. Food, vices & substances, old behaviors, negative thinking, etc. and it’s connected to romance. This could even be within a committed relationship, if your person is suggesting drugs or something you don’t believe in, could be that too. Say no 🙏

Treble Clef 🎼 on Make Smiles Contagious is lighthearted fun with music, you could be playing music, singing, going to concerts, or even musicals. Something uplifting makes you feel good, and you won’t need whatever this “tempting” thing is to fill your own cup so to speak. Spend more time with people that make you smile and don’t make you question your own personal morals in the meantime, or try to convince you, gatekeep, manipulate, etc. That’s not an authentic connection anyway. Music is a great example of that, just do you 🧡

[suzusmiley]

One day, I will have a home that isn’t filled with hate and anger towards each other, one day I will have a family that doesn’t resent each other. One day I will love someone who doesn’t need to put me down so I can be just as miserable as them. One day someone will love me for being quirky. One day I will won’t dread coming home, wondering if they’re in a bad mood and will take their depression out on me. One day I won’t have to wait for them to succeed until I can succeed. One day I will get to be happy without someone being jealous of it and ruining it. One day I will have a home where accomplishments aren’t a competition.

My favorite princess is Rapunzel. Trapped in a tower..

I am so tired of having to say I can’t go out because home needs me. Only to have to sit all day and be told how stupid my generation is for insert racist, homophobic, transphobic reason here, because Fox News told her so.

I’m tired of putting my dreams on hold because she doesn’t know what she wants to do with her life and wants everything handed to her.

I don’t want to run a food truck, I don’t want to spend all of October and I do mean all of, I work that job every single night rain or shine making candy apples at a festival for rude people. I don’t want to work during festivals in the summer making popcorn and cotton candy.

October used to be my favorite month now, I hate Halloween. Truly I do. And if you know me, that’s big. I used to be the self proclaimed Queen of Halloween. Now I’m considering throwing out all my decorations because the month and holiday turns my stomach.

I don’t want to be in this state anymore, Colorado was my home. Even if I only got to go there for a few months. Gods it was the first time in my life I felt like I was FREE. I could go out at night and sit at a cafe as long as I wanted, I could do laundry whenever I wanted, I could read, or write, listen to music, focus on school, work the hours I want to work I felt like an adult. And now I’m home, where I’m expected to stay because someone may want a snack, or to tell me all about her X feed, or some chore needs to be done. I get the house when she passes so why move out she says. I feel so trapped here.

She says I can go back when I’m done here, as if it’s so simple. I left midway through the semester to help make her dream happen. This new school has destroyed my transcript. My dream was put on hold, I got to take Temple Grandin’s class. I was SO close to one day being a vet I could taste it. My dream was in my grasp and it was yanked away by her. And I know it’s because she was jealous. That’s how she is, she gets jealous of me for whatever reason and does whatever in her power to ruin it.

Now, I’m at a job I hate. I get bullied by literally everyone, I’ve caught my coworkers talking about me multiple times. I’m at a school I hate, my professor/advisor told me I should give up, I’d never make it.

And maybe I won’t. Maybe I will be trapped in this “tower” forever. Maybe I should just resign to it.

[anaalnathrakhs]

recounting of an event that might or might not be significant in my trying to determine Whatever the Hell is Up with my Goddamn Brain, just publishing it so i can put it in my tag system, don’t mind this post

okay. so. me and my mom brought the cat to the vet, for vaccines and stuff. i was perfectly fine before, around 14h50/15h. i had to chase after the cat a little but i managed to get him in the cage minimally traumatized. i took off my sweater and put on my outside jacket. we took him to the vet, he meowed heartwrenchingly the whole way, like 10 minutes by car, and we brought him in. waited a couple minutes, with the carrier on the holder in the waiting room. he meows a lot during the wait and the exam, everything goes fine, good health, the vaccine is done, he complains but he doesn’t try to get away as usual. we put him back on the carrier, i hold it while we’re waiting for the prescription and all (couldn’t have been more than like two minutes), i got to put him down on the counter for the rest of it, then we walk to the car (super close) we drive home, he meows some more, etc etc.

at SOME POINT during that whole thing, i got really really tired. i started being aware of it while we were waiting for the person in line ahead of us at the counter to finish getting her prescription, while i was carrying the cage and the cat (like 6kgs total, both arms, generally fine). i thought it was a mix of my arms getting a bit tired and being impatient, but it kept going after i put down the carrier and we talked to the vet assistant. it might have started earlier without me noticing it really.

it’s like, “my arms are gonna fall off” tired, but not like cramping after weightlifting or something, more like the feeling you’re gonna sink into the ground when you smoke weed. heavy eyelids, uncontrollable yawning. feel like my legs are going to give in. my head feels very weird. i only want to collapsed backwards in bed and have silent time in the dark for a whole hour phasing in and out of surface level sleep. i’m starting to beg in my head, like literally saying “please please please” over and over for the next person to go away faster, the vet assistant to give us the damn prescription already, my mom to hurry up, etc. i noticed the noise of the cars outside so maybe that also bothered me? my cat was still yowling like a dead man and i desperately wanted it to fucking stop. that’s around when i stopped paying attention to it, cuz in the car home i didn’t care anymore, i muttered some stuff on autopilot so he’d hear a voice but i didn’t really notice i think. i was focused on my phone, can’t remember how i felt about it when i wasn’t looking at it. it’s been a quarter hour or something and i’m still really tired. i ate some chocolate bars while writing this i don’t know if i feel much better. i ate normally, had some sugary stuff for breakfast and normal lunch, so it probably wasn’t that? i got a normal amount of water too, i think. i listened to music and watched video essays, and lunch with family was fine, so it’s not smth like “today i can’t stand hearing people talk”. nothing really specific happened i think? so i don’t know why? but i feel it could be something about overstimulation or understimulation or smth neurodivergent like that so i’m writing it all out and keeping it in the back pocket if i ever do go back to get whatever the hell is up with me diagnosed.

[daddys-littlegoddess]

PSA on Britney Spears and the #FreeBritney movement for anyone that needs or wants more information on what is going on with her. It’s a fucking rabbit hole, so buckle up.

A little backstory first. Britney was a child star starting at the age of 4 years old on Broadway, and then worked her way to the Mickey Mouse Club, and eventually the solo career we know today. Her career has been on autopilot her entire life. If you look back at her music, she’s been telling everyone for years she’s too controlled and treated as a product if you listen to the lyrics of most of her hits. Examples include: Lucky, Overprotected, My Perogative, Circus, Piece of Me and Gimme More. Her music videos, social media posts, tour props and photoshoots regularly show her in a cage or in chains. If anyone has ever seen videos of her when she was younger, you’d know her REAL singing voice is very similar to Christina Aguilera’s. Her record label didn’t like it, as they were both on the Mickey Mouse Club and about to release their debut albums at the same time. So they had her voice retrained to sing in the baby voice we all know today because they believed it to be more iconic and would create a brand and career for her instead of her real voice. It’s unhealthy, and it’s been destroying her voice over the years, thus why she is known for lip syncing. She wanted to make an acoustic type pop album in 2006 titled Original Doll and reinvent herself using her real voice. The album was shelved and cancelled once her label realized she would be singing in her real voice. She isn’t allowed to sing live because she will either fail terribly, or she’ll have to sing in her deep voice that she isn’t known for. Her entire career she has been treated like a product meant to sell.

Now, for the real tea.

Everyone remembers the 2007 meltdown. Everyone. Leading up the meltdown Britney was going thru a public divorce, had two children under the age of 2 at the time and was VERY much the focus of the public. We all saw her on every magazine cover. We all also saw the photo of her with one of her kids on her lap while driving. Go on YouTube once and look up ‘Britney Spears paparazzi’. You’ll watch her be chased and followed by hundreds of them, even trying to get into a public restroom to photograph her, videotaping her in tears asking them to leave her alone, and even filming her thru the windows of an ambulance while she was naked being taken away for her final mental health hold.

After the public meltdown, shaving her head, locking herself in her home with her children, speaking in a british accent on regular basis, wearing the imfamous pink wig everywhere, and shopping naked, she was hospitalized twice. After the hospitalization, her father petitioned the courts to be a TEMPORARY conservator to her until she was mentally stable and for only one years time. 2 months after her hospitalization she did a guest appearance on How I Met Your Mother. 6 months after her hospitalization, she drops the Womanizer video and starts to promote her new album Circus with its worldwide tour that grossed $131.8 million. If she’s so unwell, why did she start working right away?

Her father after one year petitioned the courts for the conservatorship to become permanent due to her ALLEGEDLY having EARLY ONSET DEMENTIA in her TWENTIES. It passed and has been that way ever since. For 12 years to be exact.

Now for everyone that doesn’t understand what that means let me break it down for you.

Britney Spears is a now 38 year old woman who is not allowed to do the following without her fathers permission or he can legally lock her up in a mental health facility:

• drive a car

• vote

• get married

• have children

• spend HER OWN MONEY

• see how her money is being spent

• see her children (she has 30% custody of both of her boys due to her dad assaulting one of her sons)

• leave her home

• hire her own lawyer

• have any control over her career

• speak about the conservatorship publicly

• do interviews that aren’t scripted and all final cuts are approved by her father as well

• use a cell phone without being monitored

• use social media unmonitored

• contact ANYONE without being monitored or having them extremely vetted. (Iggy Azalea allegedly had her house searched for drugs top to bottom when they collaborated on a song together)

• go shopping

• go for a walk

• get Starbucks

A conservatorship is meant for people with mental health issues or decaying health. Most likely grandparents or people with actual dementia etc. They are meant for people who literally cannot take care of themselves. If she is so unwell that she isn’t mentally capable of doing anything for herself, why is she still working? Since the conservatorship began 12 years ago she has:

• released 4 albums

• done 3 worldwide tours

• did a FOUR-year Vegas residency

• was a full time judge on X-Factor

• released multiple perfumes and a lingerie line

• made $138 MILLION DOLLARS or so A YEAR

In January of last year, Britney was placed in a mental health facility for 3 months after being seen driving her car to In-N-Out with her boyfriend without permission and for refusing to take the sedating medications her father has doctors prescribing her to keep her under control. She testified to a judge in documents that she was held there against her will by her father. After it was leaked to the press that she was there against her will, the Free Britney movement picked up speed causing a judge to open an investigation into the impact and legality her conservatorship has on her life. Britney’s mother Lynn was also liking and commenting on Free Britney posts saying she agrees that Britney is trapped by her father. Britney’s team had Twitter disable the Free Britney hashtag, and regularly threatens any celebrity that speaks out using the hashtag with a lawsuit if they don’t remove their support for the movement. She was seen shortly after leaving a hotel thru the front door (99% of celebrities park underground to avoid paparazzi unless they WANT to be photographed) stumbling while carrying her shoes, and out of it. Her team used that moment to justify to the public that she needs this conservatorship. She is not allowed to have any say in the hiring or firing of anyone on her team. Every year she pays $1.1 million dollars in fees for the conservatorship to continue, including paying her father a solid $100k+ salary and paying a lawyer she isn’t allowed to choose. She is allowed an allowance of around $1,500 a week for bills, shopping and essentials. Her net worth is $250 million.

So, when everyone sees her on Instagram walking up and down her hallways like it’s a fashion show. That’s all she is allowed to do. She has NEVER had control over her life. I don’t care if you personally like her or her music, NO ONE DESERVES THIS. All this woman wants is to see her children, make the music she wants to make, and go get a frappuccino in her car. She is a light of sunshine in this world, and we must protect her at all costs. So please, do not make fun of her, support the Free Britney movement, and send good vibes her way. She has a court date this month to review the conservatorship and decide if it is abusive or will continue to be in place. There are so many details to this that i left out that would make this post entirely much longer than it is, but a simple search will show you what else is out there. Spread this far and wide. ❤️ Free Britney

[lotr-stuff-and-imagines-i-guess]

Predator

Summary: As a child, you were fascinated with animals. Especially predators. That's what lead to your being the trainer of the Indominus Rex, on the island where all the predators are.

Masterlist    Jurassic Park/World Masterlist

Owen Grady x Reader

Tagging: @weirdnewbie  @babblesoftheinsane @totallovelesson @dark-night-sky-99 

"Come on Sugar, that's it. Just a bit further!" You were coaxing the Indominus, or as you named her, Sugar, out of the trees so you could examine her with the vet. When she was entirely free of the trees, her head was down near you, and you lightly patted and rubbed her nose. She made a happy noise, as you did that, not paying attention to the vet who was examining her. After a few minutes, the vet left, deeming Sugar well for the next few weeks.

"Well, Sugar, you're all good! Let's get you some food before I go do some paperwork, hmm?" She made a soft noise in the back of her throat, as if she understood your words, as you gave her one last pat, before having the food brought in. Before you left, you gave her a kiss on her nose, leaving her then to eat in peace.

"Y/l/n!" Turning, you see Claire fast walking to you as she called your name.

"Yes, Claire?" Folding your arms over your chest, you stared at her, knowing that she always brought trouble around Sugar and you.

"I need you to go to the Raptor Trainer, Mr. Owen Grady. He needs to inspect the Indominus' holding pen. Make sure it's suitable for the asset. He-" You scoffed at the word 'asset', making her go silent.

"Sugar, is not some 'asset'. She is a living, breathing, animal. She is real. Unlike- well, I'd rather not lose my job, so I'll end my rant right there. But you treat Sugar, like an animal, rather than an 'asset'. She is more real than you ever have been. I'll go get Owen, but you better damn well not call my animal an asset." You turned your back, walking away, glancing one last time out of the windows at Sugar, who had finished eating, and was now back in the trees. She really liked being hidden, which made you shake your head at how stubborn she can be. You drove to Owen's little house in your truck before you did your actual work.

"Owen!" As you called out to him, he turned his head, still halfway focused on the motorcycle in front of him.

"Hey, I'm Y/n, uh, Claire needs you to check out Sugar's paddock. She just won't listen to me. I can drive us over there if you'd prefer. Uh, Owen? Hello?" He was spacing out until you waved your hand in front of his face, bringing his attention to you. His face was flushed red, for reasons unknown to you.

"Sugar? Who's that?" You grinned, hearing his confusion.

"A real softie when I'm around. C'mon. I'll take you to her." He followed after you into the truck, and then the two of you were off to the paddock.

"So, you work with the raptors?" You asked, glancing at him every so often, admiring his features.

"Yeah. I've got four of them. Imprinted on them when they were born. They were really cute when they could fit in the palm of your hand, but then they grew up. And are now so beautiful. Vicious, and deadly, but beautiful none-the-less. What about you? I've not heard of 'Sugar' before, so I assume she's one of the newer dinosaurs?" You grinned, hearing him so enthusiastic about the raptors. You could feel him staring at you in the silence before you answered.

"Well, Sugar, is what they call an Indominus Rex. She is, well, they say, that the base of her genomes is T-rex. But she doesn't look like the Rex. My guess is they added something else. Don't mention that please. But Sugar's my not-so-little baby. She really can be a softie. But around other people, she gets, aggressive. I don't know what would happen if people were around her when I'm not there." As you glanced over to him, you saw the shock, but understanding in his eyes. The silence following your slight rambling of Sugar was a little unsettling. You decided to turn on your radio to listen to music to fill the void as you drove. When you arrived, he looked up in controlled shock at the size of the fences already there, and how much higher they were building them.

"They stared building them higher when they realized quite how big she had gotten." You say, getting out of the vehicle.

"If she's that big, why do they think that number 1, she can be contained, and number 2 that it’s a good idea?" Owen asked, he just didn't understand it.

"She's really not that bad. You'll see."

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As all of you were gathered in the office everyone else was searching for her. You, of course, knew where she was. She goes to the same places she did when she was much smaller. But it showed no thermals. No motion, no detection of anything. Granted those were just machines, you worked with Sugar for quite a while, so you knew her tricks.

"Where'd she go?" Claire asked.

"Have those scratch marks always been there?" Owen asked, pointing to some deep scratches in the walls.

"No, they haven't but she's still in there. Not only could she not climb out, but I know where she’s at. I'll show you." You reply, as you go down to the pen and hop on in.

"Sugar! Come here girl. If you come out now, I'll give you nose scritches and kisses!" You shout out, Sugar knows those words. She knows she'll get loved on and get those hard-to-reach areas scratched. Slowly but surely, she comes trotting out from the trees, low to the ground, her chest rumbling from being made to come out. As she leans her head down, you hear the door open once again, but instead out comes Owen.

"Don't worry, she won't bite ya." You giggle, as he takes in her massive beauty. While you turned your head to look at Owen, you realize Sugar went on high alert. She stared intently at Owen, not even the tantalizing thought of a scritch would draw her attention. "Owen, go back inside. I've seen her do this before and she became aggressive." Owen leaves and You pat Sugar on the snout before heading back inside as well.

"She is... big. How did they not expect her to get to this size? And why does she get aggressive to anyone but you?" Owen asked, intrigued but also wary of Sugar.

"I've essentially raised her from birth. I've kinda been her caregiver so she trusts me. Probably the same way your raptors trust you. You build a bond with them, that doesn't just go away." You pause, taking a breath with your mind racing with thoughts of if Sugar could smell his raptors and thought he was a threat. "But you seem pretty knowledgeable. Would you wanna go and have a drink? I'd like to pick that brain of yours about your raptors."

Owen laughed lightly as he grinned, saying, "Absolutely. I'd like to do the same."

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As time passed on and you two talked and hung out more, you got to know each other in a way someone else may not have, You both worked with predators who could easily have killed you both. You got to share your displeasures when the animals were not cooperating and celebrate when there were new achievements. And there was one fateful day, that you will always remember. 

“She’s done it! She’s stopped being aggressive towards you! Well, more like your scent. Oh my god I have been waiting for so long for this to finally work.” You exclaim, pouring yourself a celebratory drink. You immediately went over to Owens after your accomplishment. You had begun to hang out over there not long after the two of you were introduced. You two always talked about something. Even when there were silent spaces in between, it wasn’t awkward. It was kinda peaceful. You’d watch as he worked on his motorcycle, or he’d watch as you cooked dinner for you both. 

Owen watched and listened as you raved about how you would take one of his shirts every day to get Sugar used to his scent. You always brought the shirt back though and replaced it with a new one. 

“She finally stopped huffing anytime I brought the shirt out! It was-” Youi had plopped down on the couch still talking, when Owen interrupted you by kissing you. Your world came to a grinding halt. You froze, as your body acclimated to this new feeling. His lips were soft, while the hairs on his face, not so much. He pulled away after a minute, as you never reciprocated his kiss. 

“I’ve been waiting for this for a while now. The fact that you want me around Sugar so much you got her to adjust to my smell is amazing. You’re amazing, and beautiful. Will you be my girlfriend?” Owen poured his heart out, while you still sat there in shock as he stood before you. 

Grinning, you stood back up, setting your drink aside. As you wrap your arms around his neck, you give him a soft kiss, lips brushing together as you say, “Yes.” Smiling softly, he picked you up, spinning you around in a small circle. As you were set back on your feet, he leaned close again and pressed his lips to yours once again. 

[irrelevantwriter]

Cat Scratch Fever

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x Female Reader/You

Rating: SFW, Fluff

Warnings: Language, Eddie being a literal sweet baby angel 

Word Count: 512

Summary: Eddie has a surprise that you're not exactly sold on.

A/N: Here’s the fluffy companion piece to In This World And Beyond. You def don't have to read that to understand this. Especially if you don't wanna sob. It’s just something cute and something I could totally see Eddie doing. Hope you guys like it. Feedback is that good shit.💗

Disclaimer: As always, reader inserts are true reader inserts. If you find any specifics in regards to reader’s appearance, kindly let me know and I will fix that.

*Check out my other Eddie fics here

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You turn the music down on your stereo, hearing the call of your name from down stairs. You recognize that voice. It’s the one you’ve been waiting on.

“Up here!” you shout back, taking one last glance in the mirror before your bedroom door shoots open.

Your boyfriend is there, an excited smile on his lips as he holds his leather jacket against his body rather suspiciously. You eye him warily, seeing that he’s busting at the seams with eagerness.

“What’s with the smile?”

His grin gets wider in response to your question, his jacket now rustling. You jump back in surprise and slight fear.

“I found something, baby,” Eddie starts, his arms struggling to wrangle whatever was nestled inside. “I couldn’t leave him.”

Your eyes widen, knowing that whatever he has, it’s alive. And a creature of some sort.

You lean in slowly as he opens his jacket to reveal…

A kitten.

A very pissed off black kitten. It’s hissing and clearly unhappy with being hijacked. Eddie’s hands show proof of that displeasure. Fresh scratches dotted with red decorate his flesh. He doesn’t seem concerned with the injuries in the least. In fact, he’s still smiling.

“Where did you get him?” you ask, taking a step back when the kitten hisses at you.

“Over by the dumpsters at the Stop-n-Go. Heard him meowing like crazy.”

You watch as Eddie scratches the kitten’s head, the thing barely nuzzling into his touch.

“What if he’s sick? Or needs a vet? Don’t you think we should take him to the pound or something?”

As if understanding your words, the cat bristles and hisses once again, making you wince.

Jesus.

“Nah, he just needs some good ol’fashioned Eddie Munson TLC.”

You quirk a brow. “You really think that’ll work?”

“It did with you,” he teases, throwing you a sly smirk.

Jerk.

You roll your eyes and sigh, taking a chance and getting closer to the cat now pawing at your boyfriend’s denim vest. “I’m serious, Eddie. He could be really sick. Or have rabies for Christ’s sake.”

Eddie shakes his head, attention now fully back on the matted animal. “I’ll feed him and clean him up. He’ll be good as new.”

You can’t help it. You smile. It’s filled with love and adoration for the man before you. The man that most label a “freak” or “satan worshiper”. He’s none of those things. He’s so much more than what they see. And you count yourself lucky that you get to witness this side of him. A side he doesn’t show many, but a side that exists nonetheless.

“I love you,” you declare with a laugh, tugging on a lock of his frizzy brown hair.

He meets your gaze and mirrors your emotions. “Love you too, baby.”

You both lean into a kiss. It’s chaste, but powerful nonetheless.

“So what’re you gonna call him then?”

“I’m thinking Munster.”

“Munster Munson?” you question with a giggle, seeing Eddie’s eyes light up.

“Yeah. Metal as fuck, right?”

“Very metal.”