#this is a PSA to use Google once in your life

[stevesaxetogrind]

No fear, I have done the math for all of you Fanfic authors so we can stop with the confusion.

Eddie’s Third Try at Senior Year is ‘86

Second try was ‘85, originally supposed to graduate in ‘84

Steve Graduated on time in ‘85

Therefore Eddie is one school year above Steve.

Additionally- as far as I am aware, Middle School is 3 years maximum. So, because of context/middle school talent show:

When Chrissy was in 6th grade, Steve was in 7th, and Eddie was in 8th grade- carrying on until Senior Year kept him back.

So Eddie is two school years above Chrissy.

Ages get a little weirder because I don’t know the Hawkins enrolment cut off/school year start. Some places start in August, others September. Some use age at enrollment, others use birth years etc. but, you can use a general 17-18 for Chrissy/the other ‘86 seniors, 18-19 for Steve/‘85 seniors, and place Eddie 19-20. 21 is kind of pushing it unless you go with a mid-year Appalachian transfer fanon- but again it depends on the enrolment of Hawkins.

I know folks who started kindergarten at 3 because they were big & potty trained, but others were delayed until 5. But 4 is average, ergo, let’s go with averages.

Edit: kindergarten apparently isn’t relevant anyways so let’s be glad it was crossed out anyways.

[monocledostrich-ccfinds]

☆ Tales of Reverie Legacy Challenge ☆

Welcome to a new legacy challenge!

This is the official page for the Tales of Reverie Legacy Challenge made by me: monocledostrich.

Do you ever get tired of playing the same things over and over again in the Sims? Do you ever find yourself in a cycle and never end up completing a legacy challenge at all? Because I often find myself in those situations. So I decided to make my own legacy challenge and add a ton of drama and chaos and use elements of the game I never use. This legacy challenge will hold equal parts chaos and wholesomeness. Each generation is different. And I really wanted to use gameplay that I never have before, so I’m excited to play through. So if that seems like it's up your alley, this is the legacy for you.

PSA

At the end of the day, this is just a challenge. If you don't like something change it in your own gameplay. If you want to skip a generation, feel free. It's entirely up to you how your story plays out.

I like to play my game really realistically and include real life issues. If you don't want to add those into your own gameplay that is more than okay.

I will be updating this page as well as the google doc which will have a list of each generation's goals as I write more gen’s and play this challenge for myself. Make sure to save the google doc via File > Make A Copy to stay up to date!

Tag your posts with #TalesofReverieLC so I can see them! Use the same tag on the gallery so I can see your simmies!

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RULES

No money cheats allowed (unless specifically mentioned in each gen) because we love a struggle.

You must complete the stated goals for each gen to fully complete it.

You must play on Normal lifespan. I have mine altered in MC Command Center to allow for more realistic gameplay. I recommend using 7 or 14 day seasons in game.

Upon succession you may cheat the age of your heir back to day 0 if you feel like you need to in order to better complete their generation. I, however, love a struggle.

You may use ONE potion of youth per generation, but only if you really feel like you need to in order to complete the challenge. But if you have updated your lifespan days you shouldn't need to use it.

You can purchase any trait rewards from the rewards store at your leisure. Excluding the money tree.

If you wish to use modded traits rather than in game traits that is perfectly acceptable. Just ensure they are very similar to the required in game traits for each gen. 

This challenge uses pretty much all of the packs, however I have omitted several things that I personally do not like playing with (such as the N.A.P system from Eco Lifestyle and Batuu).

Mods are most definitely encouraged. I use a variety to improve gameplay. In fact, a lot of this challenge includes mods. You in no way have to use them and can take out specific goals that require them if you do not want to use mods. However, I highly recommend them.

Most importantly, have fun with this challenge. Change any rules you don’t like. Skip generations, make up your own. Go wild. This is just a guideline for gameplay. A challenge you will hopefully enjoy. At the end of the day the goal is to have fun gameplay.

SUCCESSION RULES

HEIR SELECTION

Heirs can be any of the offspring of your previous gen. It is purely based on your preference alone. UNLESS it is specifically stated in the gen goals. (In some cases it specifically states which child must be the heir).

SUCCESSION

Succession occurs once all of your previous gen’s goals have been completed, or once they become an Elder.

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CHECKLIST

You can find the checklist for the challenge goals here. Make sure to make a copy to stay up to date with the challenge.

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GEN 1

Your whole life you have dreamt of living amidst the lush greenery of Henford on Bagley and having a garden blooming with flowers. With nothing tying you to your hometown, you move onto an empty plot of land. Only, you never realized how expensive your dream was. All you have are the clothes on your back, a dingy tent, and $0 to your name. But all dreams start somewhere, right? You spend your days foraging, gardening, and flower arranging until you can afford to build your own cottage that you cover with plants and cozy decor. You begin to cultivate your land, grow lush gardens filled with flowers, herbs, and vegetables, and slowly build the orchard of your dreams. You fill your farm with all sorts of animals, from cows, to chickens. But something is missing from your life. You’ve always idealized love, but it’s hard to meet anyone when your farm keeps you so busy. So, you turn to your friends for advice. 

You go on several blind dates set up by your friends, but no one seems to have the same ideals as you. Until your best friend sets you up with the most alluring man you have ever seen. There’s just something about him, with his rugged looks and serious yet warm personality that lures you in. The only downfall is, he’s only in town for a few days. But you decide to make the most of the short time you’ll spend together and have a fleeting summer fling. He leaves and you never think you’ll see him again. It isn’t until a few days later that you find out you’re pregnant. With no way to contact him, you decide to raise your child alone. Four years pass, and your past threatens to unravel the reverie you have found yourself in when your summer fling returns. You’ve made a life for yourself. Your garden is flourishing, all your dreams are coming true, and you have a child you adore above all else. You have everything you’ve always wanted. Except love.

Do you tell your summer fling about his child and start a life with him, or do you find love elsewhere? Only YOU can decide your fate.

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Loves Outdoors 

Generous 

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Country Caretaker

SKILLS

Gardening

Flower Arranging

Nectar Making

CAREER

None

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 2

Growing up, you find it increasingly difficult to make and keep friends. Your only true friends are your parents, siblings, and the animals you grew up with. Your whole life you have admired your parents' fierce love for one another. All you want in life is to find someone who loves you like that, but it’s hard when you are so clumsy and quiet. During high school you fall for one of your classmates. They are your first love. Your first kiss. You even sneak out the night before prom and share your first woohoo with them. You are excited about what the future holds and imagine a life with them, but your dreams are squashed when you catch them cheating on you during prom.

Heartbroken, you blame yourself for your partner’s infidelity. You finish school and move to the city with your sibling. You bury yourself in baked goods and dream of opening your own bakery. You push love to the back of your mind. You swear off dating and relationships altogether, and vow to remain celibate until marriage, not wanting to ever go through the pain and hardship of your last relationship again. But upon your bakery’s opening day, you happen to meet the most attractive, down to earth person you have ever met. You instantly feel a connection, but you distance yourself, afraid of getting hurt again. As time passes, this person continues to buy your baked goods and you soon become best friends. 

Time is quickly running out for you to have a family, and that thought is ever present in your mind. But one day, as you’re planning to go on your first date in years, your best friend comes to you and professes their feelings for you. You decide to hazard a risk and go out with them. It is the best decision of your life. You achieve all your dreams. You have a bustling bakery, a loving spouse, and beautiful children you raise in the kitchen. Your home is filled with light and love. It is chaotic and messy, but you embrace it as a family. You grow old and wrinkly with your spouse, glad that you took a chance on love all those years ago.

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Foodie

Clumsy

Choose another

ASPIRATION

Soulmate

SKILLS

Baking

Knitting

Cross Stitch

CAREER

Baker. Either:

Open your own bakery.

Install a baker career mod.

Sell baked goods off a selling table and hold bake sales.

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 3

Anger has always played a large role in your life. As a child you find it hard to express your emotions despite having such a loving, supportive family. Your parents encourage you to find an outlet for your anger. You have always been a creative person, and try many different hobbies, until you find your true passion in cooking. As a teen, you quickly realize you don’t just want to cook, you want to be the best chef in town. You start a Simstagram, where you post photos of your delicious creations, and quickly gain a following. When you finish school, you run off to become a famous chef. It isn’t until you suffer through long hours and painful bosses that you realize you have no desire to be managed. So, you quit your job and open your own restaurant. You quickly gain the fame you desired all these years. 

There’s only one problem. There is a petulant food critic that constantly feels the need to write bad reviews about your restaurant. Nothing enrages you more, and you finally have enough and confront them. You let your anger get the best of you. As do they. But through your anger, you realize there is something much deeper at work here. You end up having a one night stand. You hate how badly you want them, and flee the scene. But it happens again, and again, until finally one of you snaps and reveals you want more than just passionate fun. Your whole life you never expected to fall for someone like them. You never thought it was possible to love someone as much as you love them. You move in together and start talking about the future, and kids. You find out you’re expecting, but just as your partner is about to propose, a freak accident takes them from you.

You have never felt such pain, and quickly spiral into depression. You lose all the fame you worked so hard to achieve and cannot even imagine going on. It isn’t until you look into your child’s eyes—the same eyes as your partner—that you realise they would have wanted their child to achieve all their dreams. You pull yourself from your depression, determined to be a good role model for your child. You strive for your ambition and raise your child to believe any dream is possible. You never reclaim your fame, but you work tirelessly in your restaurant and raise your child within its walls. You vow to never love again after what happened to your partner, and you never do. Your love for your child—the child you and your partner created together—is more than enough. At least, that’s what you tell yourself every night.

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Creative

Hot Headed

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Appliance Whiz

Master Chef

SKILLS

Cooking

Gourmet Cooking

Photography

CAREER

Culinary — Chef

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 4

Your whole life you have striven for one thing — your ambition. You saw the way your parent dominated in their career, and how hyper focused they were on achieving their goals, and you want the same for yourself. You’ve always wanted to be a world famous journalist, so upon graduating high school you set off for university and don't look back. You’ve never wanted a family, never wanted anything to distract you from your career aspirations. After hearing the tale of your parents' love and how hard it was for your parent to move on after what happened, you never want to love anyone that much, because you don’t ever want to be hurt like that. So, you vow to live with detachment, to never form meaningful relationships with the romantic partners in your life. Especially once you graduate and get the job of your dreams. You hyper focus on work, love every aspect of it, and even go to work on your off hours. If anyone is a workaholic it’s you. Nothing will hold you back.

But after the condom breaks during one wild woohoo session with one of your many situationships you find out you’re pregnant. You think your life is over. You never wanted a child, especially this early in your career. You have a rough pregnancy, which forces you to take a step back from work and be passed over for promotions. Once your child is born, you can barely stand to look at them. You hire a full-time nanny to raise them so you can focus on your career. You know you’ll never have a good relationship with your child. Every time you see them you’re reminded of everything they cost you.

It isn’t until you enter Adulthood that you realize doing nothing but work isn’t what life is about. You find yourself burning out. You have a midlife crisis and have the sudden desire to not only be the best at your job, but to have the best family. You realize your fears of attachment and love were only holding you back from the happiness you deserve. You meet someone, marry and decide to start your family. You’re determined to be a good mother to your children, feeling guilty for how you treated your firstborn. But it’s too late to fix it now, especially when you can barely look them in the eye. It’s due to that that you decide to make up for it with your new family, to have the career and the family of your dreams in one neatly bundled package.

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Ambitious

Perfectionist

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Neighbourhood Confidante

SKILLS

Writing

Charisma

CAREER

Writer — Journalist

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 5

During your childhood you were a major loner and grew up to believe you didn’t deserve love. You never have lasting relationships because you constantly sabotage them any time anyone gets too close. You spend your days as a child drawing and painting, and making up stories with your imaginary friends. Your closest friendship was with your oversized pal Blarffy. Your relationship with your mother is strained and always will be. You know she will never be able to look at you without seeing a disappointment. You don’t get along with your half siblings. Mainly because you’ve always been jealous of the love and attention they received compared to you. And despite your step-parent trying to be kind to you, you always knew they would never accept you as their own.

As a teen, you get the amazing opportunity to travel to Tomarang with a few classmates and you jump at the chance. Your mother barely even knows you’re there, and has no issue sending you off to a foreign country. While in Tomarang you absolutely fall in love with the culture and know you want to come back one day. When you return home it’s as if you were never gone. As soon as you receive your college acceptance letter, you move out, determined to never return again. At a university party, you meet a fellow student who you have great compatibility with. You start to develop feelings. They treasure you and make you believe you’re worth the world. You fall hard, and when they propose after graduation you say yes instantly. You move into a big beautiful house in the perfect neighbourhood. You talk about your future plans, about children, and what your lives will look like after you're married. But as wedding preparations take over, you feel yourself starting to grow distant. Your fears rise up and take control. Especially after deciding to tell your family about your engagement and their complete dismissal of you and your feelings. You end up having a one night stand with your fiancé’s best man the night before the wedding. When it comes time to walk down the aisle, your emotions get the best of you and you realize you can’t do this, that your fiancé deserves better. You leave your fiancé at the altar and run away to Tomarang. It isn’t until you’re settled that you find out you’re pregnant, and you don’t know who the father is — your ex-fiancé or his best friend. 

You decide to raise your child on your own. But when your child is heading off to high school you bring them along when you return to the town you planned to settle down in all those years ago. You’re only in town for a couple of days, for an art showcase at a new gallery. You never expected in all your wildest dreams that you would stumble across your ex-fiancé at the same event. Do you reconnect, or will old wounds hinder your chance for redemption?

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Loner

Socially Awkward

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Fount of Tomarani Knowledge

SKILLS

Painting

Photography

CAREER

Freelancer — Digital Artist

Painter — Patron of the Arts

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 6

Your childhood was far from ordinary. Raised to seek adventure, you quickly discover your love of foreign cultures and desire to learn more. As a child you are very inquisitive and constantly find yourself mesmerized by ancient civilisations. Every time your parent travels for work you go off and explore, thrilled by every new adventure that awaits you. It’s no wonder that after you visit Selvadorada you dream of returning. 

When you leave home for university you throw yourself into your studies, but in your spare time you research everything there is to know about Selvadorada. You don’t get involved in any clubs or groups, preferring your solitude. After graduation, you take a week-long vacation to Selvadorada, and are determined to uncover its secrets. You work hard as a professor, while pursuing your true passion. Archaeology. You’re barely ever home, and are always on the move. You seek adventure at every turn. You write scholarly papers about your archeological finds and become quite well known in your field. But during your next visit to Selvadorada you find yourself in a tricky situation. A local happens upon you and rescues you from certain doom. Your relationship with this person starts off rocky, but as you find yourself in more and more tricky situations you slowly start to develop feelings for this person. You’ve never given much thought to love or romance after seeing how content your parent was raising you alone, but you can’t deny the feelings blossoming within you. You never think in your wildest dreams that the feeling is mutual. Until one day, they kiss you out of nowhere.

You start to achieve everything you ever dreamed of. You have a gorgeous spouse, a big, beautiful house decorated with strange artifacts, and a brood of bright children. But your career is weighing you down. So, you quit your job to pursue your passion full time. You focus on your family and realize your own education was far from normal. You never had any friends growing up since you traveled so much, and you don’t want that same upbringing for your children. You still take them with you on vacations, but you also ensure they are happy with their schooling and make friends. You raise them to focus on their passions, and no matter what it is you will support them.

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Self Assured

Adventurous

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Archaeology Scholar

SKILLS

Archaeology

Selvadoradian Culture

Research & Debate

CAREER

Education — Professor

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 7

From a young age, you often feel lonely. Having no friends and travelling with your family so much limited your ability to form deep connections. Your only true friends were the strays you convinced your parents to adopt. You find forming relationships with people difficult, whereas with animals you find relationships come with ease. As soon as you find out meat comes from the animals you love so dearly, you become vegetarian, and dream of becoming a vet so you can help all the animals in need.

As a teen, your parents try to get you to come out of your shell. You join afterschool activities but feel even more isolated than before. It isn’t until you move out of home, adopt several pets, and start working as a vet that you meet the love of your life. You fall madly in love, and eventually move in together. Everything feels easy with them. It isn’t until you fall pregnant that your partner informs you they never want children, and in fact, hate them. You argue about your unborn child, your different life goals, and they try to convince you to terminate. Eventually, you separate angrily.

Alone in the world, pregnant and afraid, you throw yourself into baby preparations. You move to a bigger house along the water, you decorate the child’s nursery, and attend every appointment and class you can. You never think you will find love again after the travesty of last time, so when you bump into an insanely attractive doctor at the hospital when you have your first trimester appointment you think nothing of it. But this doctor keeps showing up everywhere. You see them around the hospital, and even around town. You find the situation ironic and agree to meet them for coffee. Eventually, you become close, and they even accompany you to your birth as you don’t want to be alone. After your child is born, they reveal they have feelings for you. You start dating, cautious of love this soon after your last relationship, but everything soon aligns. Your partner treats your first child as if they are their own, and soon adopts them to make it official. You marry and have more kids, and quickly achieve the life you always envisioned — a big, beautiful house filled with cosy, coastal decor, a brood of wonderful children, and numerous pets you pamper with love.

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Animal Enthusiast

Vegetarian

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Friend of the Animals

SKILLS

Veterinarian

Pet Training

CAREER

Veterinarian

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 8

You always felt special, especially as a child. You grew up loved and cherished, and that is well reflected in your childhood accomplishments. But when you find out your biological father abandoned you before you were even born, you endeavour to find out why. When you find him, you’re hopeful that he will give you an explanation as to why he didn’t want you, but you get the complete opposite. After realising how unwanted you were by your biological father it turns you bitter. You know your parents love you, but you can’t stop the true feelings of your biological father from hindering your emotions. You become obsessed with academics after this, needing a distraction from the bitterness and jealousy swelling within. You can’t help but feel that you’re an outcast among your siblings, being the only one not biologically related to your father. You feel as if you aren’t a real member of your family, and quickly find your jealousy of your siblings consuming you.

You work hard, get into a distinguished degree, and become determined to have the career of your dreams. Using your parents as inspiration, you strive to become a doctor just like the man who raised you. You swear off all romantic and sexual encounters, not wanting to bring a child into this world unless you have a partner fully devoted to them. You never get into a relationship, and it isn’t until you make it big as a renowned doctor that you feel butterflies for the most unexpected person. It is against the rules to fraternise with this person, but you can’t help it when you feel such chemical attraction for them. You share your first kiss at work with them, and find yourself in steamy situations during work hours often. You tell yourself to stop, but you can’t deny the feelings blooming within you. Before anything goes any further, you sit them down and discover they, too, want everything you do. A big family, a house in the suburbs, children who excel at everything thrown at them.

You have a huge traditional wedding, and start your family. Your need to prove your high IQ forces a pressure on your children. You have strict rules and all children must follow them. You seek excellence from your children, determined to have a successful lineage. All of this determination may have stemmed from the complete rejection your biological father had for you, and you let this completely rule how you raise your own family. You will only accept excellence, and anything below that is not acceptable in your house. You’re certain this is the best, and only, way to raise your family. 

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Jealous

Proper

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Successful Lineage

SKILLS

Logic

Parenting

CAREER

Doctor

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 9

All you have wanted your entire life is to make your parents proud. You are a classic overachiever, and feel compelled to do everything possible to ensure you live up to the high standards of your family. You keep your grades well above average, participate in extracurricular activities, and never let your personal feelings affect your life. You only go on dates with people your parents approve of, but something feels off. No one you date interests you in the least. You begin to wonder if something is wrong with you. Especially when you head off to university and still feel no attraction to the opposite sex. You only realise you are gay when you share a kiss with someone of the same sex during a college party. 

You deny your feelings because you know your parents would never approve. So, once you finish university and enter a career in business, knowing that is what your parents would want for you, you let them set you up on another date. Only, this time you really try to feel all the things you should. You marry this person. They become your best friend. You wonder whether this is what marriage is about. Friendship. You’re content with your life. You have a child, a beautiful home, a high powered career, but something is missing from your life. 

It isn’t until you attend a work function and meet the most stunning person and share a heated moment with them that you long for change. You feel guilty because your spouse is the gentlest, kindest person, and know they don’t deserve this. So, you come out to them. You come to the realisation that you can’t live your life to please others anymore. You want to embrace your true self and find your true passion. You may be afraid of what your family will think, but you have spent too long hiding in the shadows. Will all your dreams come true, or will your life come crumbling down around you?

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Overachiever

Neat

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Academic

SKILLS

Charisma

Fabrication

Entrepreneur

CAREER

Business — Investor

Freelance Crafter

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 10

You grew up with the perfect childhood, but when a bombshell rocks your family everything around you threatens to crumble. Finding out your parent is gay is harder for you to accept than you expected; especially because it leads to questions about your existence. You can’t help but wonder why you were even born at all if your parents didn’t love each other. You crave attention from your parent, and when you don’t receive it, you act out. You fall in with a bad crowd, start breaking the rules, getting drunk, and finding any high you can to feel something. Your discrepancies get you expelled from high school. You refuse to return, and run away to the city to pursue your true passion — acting. Only, your dream seems a little far-fetched. You can’t even get a gig, so you sing on the streets for money. When you finally do start to make a name for yourself as an actor, you become known as the wildcard, constantly hosting and attending parties and sleeping your way to the top. 

On New Year's Eve, you attend a raging party at a co-workers mansion, get drunk, and sleep with three different men. But your life comes crashing down when you find out you’re pregnant. You immediately find out the paternity and tell the father, only he completely dismisses you. Afraid to do this alone, you seek out one of the other men you slept with and tell him the baby is his. Out of obligation, you marry. You give up your career to raise your family. You have more kids and watch your husband succeed, fighting the bitter jealousy boiling within you. Any romance you once had fizzles. Eventually you find out he’s cheating on you, so you divorce, take half his fortune with you, and move back to the city. To make up for the absence of their father, you spoil your children. You decorate your lavish penthouse with luxurious purchases, buy your children all the gadgets and toys they want, and return to your career, quickly making your way to the top. You tell yourself everything happens for a reason, and become content with your new life, even if all you want is someone to share it with.

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Party Animal

Dance Machine

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Master Actor

SKILLS

Dancing

Singing

Acting

CAREER

Actor

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 11

All you’ve ever wanted is a normal life. You grew up witnessing the destruction of your parents' relationship. After the big blowout that ended their marriage, your mother tries her hardest to shower you and your siblings with all the toys and gadgets you never wanted. You know she only wants to make up for the absence of your father, but a life in the spotlight was never what you wanted. You use sports and fitness as a buffer to get away from the drama constantly surrounding your family. You pour all your energy into staying active. You fall in with the popular crowd, but you can’t help but wonder, deep down, whether your friends are only interested in you because of your family’s fame. As soon as you graduate, you leave your life in the spotlight and move as far away as possible. You vow to yourself that you will have a normal family. But what is normal? 

You join the military and shack up in StrangerVille, but after a while you start to notice some really odd things. It isn’t until you run head first (literally) into a wacky scientist who raves about the end of the world that you realise something is very wrong. Despite this scientist being the polar opposite of you, you find their erratic behaviour endearing. You band together, determined to get to the bottom of this mystery. Along the way, feelings blossom within you, but it isn’t until after you save StrangerVille that you act on these feelings and settle down. You always envisioned a normal life for your children, but you’ve come to realise that normal is overrated. 

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Active

Gloomy

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

StrangerVille Mystery

SKILLS

Fitness

Charisma

CAREER

Military — Officer

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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GEN 12

You’ve always been a believer in the unknown. Inspired by your wacky scientist parent, you dream of becoming an astronaut so you can see everything the universe has to offer. You’ve never been one to form lasting relationships, always too shy or awkward to make real friends. You spend your childhood gazing up at the stars and longing for space. There was a time when you believed you could find solace with someone, but after realising it was all a game you start to question whether being alone is preferable. As soon as you graduate, you head off to college, where you focus solely on your studies, despite your twin trying to get you out of your shell.

After university, you join the rangers and travel into space, living all your dreams. But you had no idea your job would lead you towards danger. You spend years tracking an interstellar smuggler, always narrowly missing catching them. When you finally do, heat consumes you both. All these years spent fighting has fuelled your hatred for them into something much different. You have a heated tryst, and when you wake the next day, they’re gone. You go about your life as normal, but when you find out you’re pregnant your whole world comes to a screeching halt. With no way to track your smuggler down now that you’ve been reassigned, you raise your child with the help of your twin. But you constantly find yourself gazing to the stars, wondering where your smuggler is and whether you’ll ever get the chance to see them again.

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STARTING INFO

TRAITS

Genius

Geek

Choose another

ASPIRATIONS

Nerd Brain

SKILLS

Rocket Science

Handiness

Logic

CAREER

Astronaut — Space Ranger 

GOALS

See all goals for this generation here.

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[lauralot89]

Quincey Morris is Voting

And So Can You

Author's Note: Before the 2020 election, I wrote the Captain America voting PSA. This is its spiritual successor.

“My dear American friend Quincey Morris.” Dracula leaned in the doorway, smiling so widely that it seemed to split his face in two. “How wonderful to see you on this fine morning in this, the year of your Lord 2024.”

“It’s three in the morning.” Quincey rubbed at his eyes. “You’re lucky I didn’t open fire, the way you were leaning on the doorbell. What in the hell do you want?”

Dracula’s smile twisted into an equally exaggerated scowl. “I thought Southerners were famed for their hospitality.”

“I’m so sorry.” Jonathan could scarcely bring himself to meet Quincey’s eyes. “He demanded I drive him over at once, and when I refused, he started banging pots together.”

“Lord almighty.” Quincey did not move to let either of them in. “Are you four hundred years old or four, Fangs?”

“It has come to my attention,” said Dracula, his tone fractionally colder, “that your US of A is to have an election on the fifth of November. Is this accurate?”

Quincey turned his full attention to Jonathan in lieu of answering. “Couldn’t he have googled this?”

“He wants to make sure you’re voting.”

“What? Why?”

“My good friend Jonathan Harker has a most annoying habit of watching the news,” Dracula cut in. His eyes tracked over Quincey’s body, still filling the doorway, as if calculating some way to dart around him and into the apartment. “He says he wants to be informed of world events, as if such things matter more than enjoying my company.” Here he paused, scoffing, apparently awaiting Quincey’s commiseration. When it did not come, Dracula sighed. “As of late, these programs speak much of this election. I want that discoloured man to lose. He is far too smug.”

“Too smug?” Quincey echoed.

Dracula, it seemed, did not hear his sarcasm. “Only I am allowed to be so self-assured, as I am actually superior. As such, you must vote.”

“You know I’m from Texas, right? I reckon it ain’t turning blue anytime soon, gerrymandered as it is.”

“I have no interest in colours or salamanders. Every vote counts.” Here, Dracula slapped Jonathan’s shoulder, startling the solicitor out of his standing doze. “My friend, tell him of the requirements.”

With a sigh, Jonathan began to read from his phone. “The deadline to register to vote in Texas is October seventh. If you aren’t sure of your registration status, you can go to Vote.org to check.”

“If you are not registered,” Dracula cut in, “then your Texas has no online registration, and you have missed the deadlines in person and by mail. In that unfortunate circumstance, Jonathan will have to hack into the United States and add your registration.”

“That isn’t how anything works,” Jonathan protested.

“I will not take excuses,” Dracula said. “With the world wide web, anything is possible. Especially since I am rich. Now continue, my friend.”

Jonathan rubbed his free hand at his forehead. “Since you won’t be in the country on Election Day, you qualify for an absentee ballot. USA.gov has information about absentee ballots and how to receive them.”

“If you were in the United States but working on Election Day,” Dracula added, “USA.gov lists if early voting is an option in your state, and tells where you can go to find early voting locations in your area.”

“Fascinating.” Quincey rubbed his eyes again. “I already filled out my ballot and mailed it in. Can I go back to bed now? I have guests. If they aren’t still scared shitless from you pushing on the doorbell in the middle of the night, they’re probably drifting off and I don’t want to wake them again when I get back in the bed.”

“May we join?” Dracula asked.

“No,” Quincey said.

“Why not?”

“Because I hate you,” Quincey said. “My condolences on your life with this jackass in it, Harker.”

With that he closed the door and went back to his bed where Arthur, Lucy, and Jack waited, content in the knowledge that he’d both done his part against fascism and also annoyed a vampire. It almost made up for being rudely awakened at three in the morning.

“I dislike that man,” Dracula said, staring at the closed door. “When we speak next, I’m going to say something unpleasant about the Alamo. Texans still cry about that, don’t they?”

“I’m going home.” Jonathan turned, starting off down the apartment complex’s hallway. “And Mina and I have decided that you’re spending the rest of the week sleeping on the couch.”

“The world is so cruel,” Dracula muttered, following after him.

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Daddy’s Coming Baby Pt. 2

Frankie “Catfish” Morales X Reader

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Post Date: January 5th, 2023

Post Time: 2:39 pm

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,208

Summary: When Frankie gets a phone call from his wife while at work, he at first thinks nothing of it before smiling and answering. What happens when it’s not the reader on the other side of the phone, but his crying, scared daughter? 

PSA: Again I do not know Spanish or it’s dialects. I used google translate and some of what I or Nat {Editor} did know or what I have read in other fics. I only know solo se un poco, so if I have anything wrong at all please please let me know and I will fix it. I am in no way trying to offend anyone by the Spanish that is in this Fic.

Please refrain from stealing our work, thank you and please enjoy!!

Frankie’s Pov: 

I jump and stir awake as my head falls slightly forward, making me wake up. I rub my eyes tiredly before looking back up at my wife. She stays still in the bed and I rub my face with a sigh before moving forward to grab her hand. 

“Come on, mi vida {my life}. You gotta wake up,” I tell her as I continue to rub the sleepiness out of my eyes.

It’s been a few hours and it’s early into the morning now. The police did come by and I answered all the questions they asked me. As they had left, they told me they’d be back again to talk to y/n when she wakes.

The doctor has been in a time or two so he could run some tests as well as a few nurses here and there to check on her and cast her left arm. One nurse brought me food and gave me a sympathetic smile before leaving. Now it’s all just a waiting game on when she’ll wake up. 

I keep a hold of her hand and pull it up to my lips to leave a kiss on the back of it. I stay leaned over with her hand held up to my cheek as I watch her face. I stare at her for a few minutes, just hoping she’ll give me a sign that she’ll wake soon. Then the door opens and the doctor walks in. 

“Mr. Morales, I have an update,” the doctor tells me as he strides in with a clipboard. 

“So there’s no internal bleeding and everything seems to be fine. She should wake soon, her body just needed some rest after the ordeal she went through,” he explains as he looks down at his clipboard. 

“Oh, and I’m sure it’ll please you to know the baby is fine as well. She must have protected her stomach area somehow, seeing as there’s no evidence of her being hit there,” he explains and my eyes widen before I fully turn to him. 

“Wait a minute. Did you just say… baby?” I ask in clear shock and his face falls. 

“Oh, you didn’t know? Well, then, congratulations. Your wife is pregnant. She’s almost seven weeks in. So it’s possible she herself didn’t even know, but that wouldn’t track with her coverage of her stomach…” he continues to explain some more as I try to wrap my head around it. 

“Well, I’ll give you some time to process it, but first we’d like to do one more scan just to make 100% sure the baby is uninjured. Would you like us to do it now or when she’s awake?” he asks and I take a moment to think about it. 

“I’d like to wait for her, if that’s possible?” I question and he nods. 

“It’s perfectly possible. When she does wake, just press the nurse's button and she’ll page me along with the officers from earlier,” he mentions as he motions to the button and I nod. 

“Ok. Well, I’ll leave you be for now…” he finishes off before walking out. 

Once he’s gone, I let the silence just wash over me before letting out a sigh as I sink down into my seat. It’s only a few minutes later that I jump when my phone goes off. Clicking it so it comes to life, I see that it's Pope calling and with one last sigh, I answer it. 

“Hey, Pope,” I answer with a sigh before rubbing at my tired eyes again. 

“Hey. How’s everything going?” he questions and I sigh again, shaking my head as I lean forward. 

“Well, they say she has no internal bleeding and all should be fine. She should hopefully wake soon,” I inform and decide to keep the baby news quiet until I can tell him with y/n as he lets out a sigh of relief. 

“That’s good to hear, man. How are you doing?” he inquires about me and I let out a huff. 

“Not so good, but I’ll be better when she wakes up,” I tell him and he lets out a hum. 

“That’s understandable, man. Will said that he was unable to clean up right now. Police have closed the house down for now. He told me to tell you he’ll clean it up as soon as he has access. The best they’d let him do is get a few essentials,” he informs me and I rub my eyes. 

“Ok. Uh, I guess I’ll have to get us a hotel when we get out of here then,” I reply with a sigh and again he tisks me. 

“No. No, hermano, don’t do that. You’ve got a place right here when she gets out if you need it,” he promises me and I shake my head, even though he can’t see me. 

“Gracias, hermano {thank you brother}, How’s Isey doing?” I ask about my daughter as I scratch at my cheek, trying to change the subject. 

“Well, Yovanna just got her to sleep about an hour ago. She didn’t want to sleep until you called her with news on Sweet Pea, but her tired little self just passed out from exhaustion,” he explains and I sigh, shaking my head again.

“Lo siento {I’m sorry}. I’ll come get her as soon as I can. We just have to get y/n to wake up first,” I promise and he gives me a tsk sound. 

“Don’t be sorry. Like I said, we’re familia {family} and we take care of each other. Plus, I’m sure when your pequeño gremlin {little gremlin} does wake up, she’ll enjoy playing with her primas and primos {cousins}. Take all the time you need, Fish. Get Sweet Pea up and around again,” he almost demands and I could almost cry with all the support he gives. 

“Gracias {thank you}, Pope. Will do,” I promise through a choked tone even when I try my hardest not to let my emotions get the best of me. 

“Anytime, Fish. Call us when you’re on your way home, yeah?” he asks and I nod as I rub at my eyes, trying to will the tears to go away. 

“Definitely. Gracias de nuevo {thanks again} Pope,” I give my thanks for the millionth time and I can only imagine him waving me off. 

“Like I said, familia {family}, so anytime, Fish,” he reiterates and I nod again. 

“Knock, knock. I’ve got breakfast…” The nurse, who’d said her name was Eve earlier, calls out as she comes in with food trays. 

“Hey. I gotta go. Nurse just brought food,” I quickly inform and he gives a small ‘hmm’. 

“Yeah. No hay problema {no problem}. At least someone is there making you eat,” Pope jokes and I give him a small chortle, much to my chagrin. 

“Yeah. Yeah. Adiós, hermano {bye brother},” I rush out before hanging up on him. 

I quickly get up and help Eve with one of the trays. She gives me a small smile of thanks before opening one. 

“You can have this one. I brought the other in case mama wakes up and is hungry. She is eating for two now,” Eve tells me as she puts the other tray into the mini microwave. 

“Oh believe me, I know… this would be my third,” I jokingly inform as I set the tray on the table on wheels before I sit back down. The nurse turns and raises an eyebrow at me. 

“This is yours and your wife’s third? First of all, good luck with three. Two, congratulations! I bet the other two are little angels,” she chirps and I chuckle as I scratch at my cheek again. 

“Thanks. Actually, my first child wasn’t with her. I had Camila with my first wife, then a few years after the divorce we got married and we had Eloise,” I explain and she nods as I lean back and cross my arms over my stomach. 

“Your assumption is only 80% true. Both Eloise and Camila can be little monsters when they want to be. Lord help when they get together after a long time not seeing each other,” I inform her with a chuckle and a shake of my head in indignation as she smiles. 

“Ahh, so this is only your guys' second?” she questions and I nod with a light smile, taking over. 

“Although she’d say Cam was her first baby any day, even without sharing blood,” I tell her and her smile turns into a grin. 

“She sounds like a wonderful mother. I’m sure she’ll be the same with this baby,” she comments and I hum in agreement. 

“Oh, I have no doubt about it,” I agree with her as I look back at y/n for a moment. 

“How old are your other two? If you don’t mind me asking,” she asks and I smile, shaking my head. 

“No. It’s ok. I don’t mind. Eloise is now six, just turned six a few weeks ago, so that makes Camila about eight, almost nine now,” I explain and her eyes widen, making me laugh. 

“Wow, they’re older then I thought they’d be,” she admits and again I laugh. 

“Yeah, Cam was only about five months old when me and her mom got divorced,” I continue to explain and she gives an ‘ahh’ in return. 

“How old was she when you got remarried?” she asks and I take a moment to think about it. 

“Probably just about turning 2,” I inform and she nods. 

“Well, good luck again. She’ll be a teenager soon…” she playfully jokes with me and I roll my eyes. 

“Don’t remind me. I don’t know if I’m ready for that quite yet,” I groan out, rubbing my face and she laughs. 

“I’m sure you’ll do fine. The main thing you’ll probably worry about is the boys…” she tells me and I shake my head. 

“Well at least I won’t be alone in talking the boys out. I’m sure her Tios {uncles} will help me. All the boys absolutely adore both Cam and Isey,” I joke and she laughs while grinning. 

“Well, she sounds like she’s got an army backing her up. How many uncles?” she asks and I chuckle again while shaking my head. 

“Oh, that she does. They have three uncles who were all special forces, including her and me,” I explain as I point to y/n, then myself. 

“Wow. Definitely got a good backup there. The teenage boys should be scared,” she jokes and I chuckle, nodding. 

“Most definitely. If it was me, I know I’d be scared,” I joke back and she laughs. 

“Anyway, this should keep the food somewhat warm until she wakes up. If it’s too cold, just let me know and I’ll bring something else. The doctor says it shouldn’t be too long now, so it shouldn’t be too bad,” she explains as she walks over and checks all of y/n’s vitals. 

“Doctor’s right, her vitals are looking up. Getting so much stronger,” she informs as she writes it on the chart. 

“Ok. That should be all. Just press the button if you need me, ok? I’ll come back for your tray when you're done eating,” she says as she motions to the button by the bed and I nod at her. 

When she leaves, it's silent again. I slowly pull the rolling table closer before pulling the top of the tray off and sigh when I see the hospital food. I pull out the fork from its plastic wrap and take a few bites before just shoving it to the side. 

The food now just sits on the side table as I sit back and rub a hand over my face. The heart monitor continues to beep and with every beep, a little more weight falls off my shoulders knowing my wife is still here with me. I sigh as I watch her face for any hope of her waking and before I know it, my head is tilting to the side. 

I fight the urge to sleep for a little while before succumbing to it and falling asleep. It’s not till a while later that I’m woken up by some voices. 

“He’ll be so happy you're awake,” I hear Eve's voice inform. 

“Shh, we’ll wake him,” y/n giggles out quietly and my eyes jump open. 

“Dang it! That’s just what we did…” y/n mutters as I look at her. 

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to wake you. She just wanted her food, but you were out cold so she called me, wanting you to sleep a little more,” Eve explains with a shrug as she puts the food on the table in front of y/n. 

“No. No. It’s ok. You should have woken me anyway,” I mumble out as I sit up. 

“Baby, your back must be killing you,” y/n sympathizes with a frown and I smile softly at her. 

“I could care less about my back, mi amor {my love},” I promise, shaking my head before moving over to grab her hand. 

“I’m just glad you're awake,” I inform as I lay a kiss on her hand. 

“Well, aren't you two just adorable? I’ll give you some space. Doc should be in soon,” Eve coos with a light smile and I nod at her before she fully leaves. 

It’s quiet for a moment as I lean over to the bed with her hand in mine. I bring it to my lips and leave a kiss on it. I then pull it up to my cheek and just hold it there with my eyes closed.

“Frankie. Honey, is Eloise ok?” she breaks the silence and I nod with my eyes still closed. 

“She's fine, mi corazón {my heart}. Perfectly ok. I got her out of there,” I promise her still with my eyes closed, afraid this is a dream. 

“Frankie, baby. You can look at me,” she softly whispers as she caresses my cheek. 

“I’m scared it’s a dream, baby,” I tell her and she lets out a small giggle. 

“I promise you it’s not a dream. I'm right here, alive and well,” she promises and I sigh before opening my eyes once again. 

“See, I’m right here,” she coos as she puts her other hand on my cheek and uses both to gently pull my face so I’m looking into her eyes. 

“When Eloise called me… I… I…” I stumble over my words and y/n is quick to calm me. 

“Shhh. Baby, it’s over,” she gently hushes as she rubs my cheek softly with her thumb. 

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t home. I shouldn’t have taken that extra shift at the shop,” I choke out as I shake my head and tears start to fall. 

“Hey. No. This isn’t on you. Not one bit, okay? Please, Frankie, don’t blame yourself,” she practically begs me, pleading with her eyes. 

“Come here, babe,” she tells me as she takes her hands away from my face and pats the bed. 

I slowly get up and she moves over a bit as I sit down. I put my arm around her and she leans into me with a sigh as she cuddles into my side. I kiss her forehead as we settle into a comfortable silence as we hold one another. 

“Knock, knock,” the doctor speaks as the door opens and he comes in. 

“Aren’t you two just the cutest,” he jokes as he looks at us while Eve rolls in some equipment and gives us a small smile before leaving again. 

“I’m Doctor Faylor. I’m glad to see you’re awake. I’m just going to take a look over the bruising on your neck and then we can look at the baby, ok?” he introduces himself to y/n before asking, making both me and Y/n nod before I start to get up. 

“Wait… you know?” Y/n asks me with her eyes wide. 

“Yes, querida {dear}. I know,” I tell her as I sit back down in the chair. 

“I told him. I thought he had known, but he didn’t. We weren’t sure if you even knew. Although I am sure you did since the wounds on your arms suggest you had covered your stomach,” Doctor Faylor explains as he puts his gloves on. 

“Yeah… I knew… I was going to tell you after dinner tonight-” she starts to explain and I shake my head. 

“Last night,” I correct with a light chuckle when she pauses and rolls her eyes at me. 

“I thought after I told you we could have decided when to tell Eloise and others together…” she timidly continues to explain and I give her a smile, nodding as she reaches out to me. 

“Ok. Let’s have you sit up,” Doctor Faylor gently commands her and she nods before letting go of my hand to use both of her hands to push herself into a sitting position. 

She then swings her legs over the side of the bed and sits sideways. Doctor Faylor then uses his stethoscope to check her heart and lungs. He nods, pleased as he pulls the earpieces down and places it back around his neck. 

“Ok. Mrs. Morales, I’m going to touch the bruises on your neck and I want you to tell me how much the pain level is from one to ten, ok?” he asks her and she nods timidly. 

I reach my hand out and grab onto hers again, rubbing my thumb over the back of hers. She gives me a small thankful smile before Doctor Faylor is pressing lightly on her neck. He presses into it for a few more minutes and she flinches one or two times as she mutters out a light five. 

“Well, you're talking and you only really flinched twice as well as telling me pain is only at a five. So I think you're better off than we originally thought,” Doctor Faylor explains as he pulls away from her. 

“The bruises should go away sometime soon, so other than that I guess now we should check on baby, yeah?” he asks as he takes his gloves off before washing his hands. 

He rolls the machine Eve brought in over next to the bed. He then rolls his stool over and takes a seat on it. 

“Yes, please,” y/n replies with a grin as she slowly lifts her shirt as she leans back onto her bed again. 

“Warning, this’ll be a little cold,” he warns her and she shrugs. 

“I know. I’ve done this before,” she jokes with a giggle, making me shake my head in disbelief before standing up. 

I walk around to the other side of her bed and she scoots over just a bit as I sit down next to her. She smiles up at me as she holds her non-casted hand out and I can’t help but to smile as I grab onto it. She lays our joined hands just under her breast bone before turning back to the doctor as he finishes setting the machine up. 

He then picks up the gel and squirts it onto her stomach. She flinches just the slightest, squeezing my hand as she giggles. 

“It’s almost hard to believe I was in special forces, huh hon?” she asks me and I give her a confused look. 

“And why is that, Cariño {sweetie}?” I ask her and she giggles again. 

“Well for one, I didn’t fight back with Hector and two, I’m all giddy and happy,” she explains and I shake my head, letting out a chuckle. 

“Cariño, me encanta {Sweetheart I love}, I promise you this is how you’ve always been. Even when you joined the group way back when. Why do ya think your nickname is sweet pea?” I joke with her, making her roll her eyes as a nurse walks in and over to the doctor. 

“Frankie, honey. I’m sure I seemed more serious at one point or another,” she tells me and I playfully roll my eyes, making her scoff as she hits my chest. 

“Oh, of course you did, mi amor {my love}. What was I thinking?” I playfully roll my eyes, making the doctor chuckle as the nurse and him look at us. 

“I know right?” she jokes and I roll my eyes at her. 

“But really, querida {dear}. You’ve been out for almost nine years now. You're bound to forget about some of our old ways. I know I have… I don’t think I’d be able to do it now that I’ve been out so long,” I inform her and she nods, pursing her lips. 

“I suppose you may be right…” she agrees, trailing off. 

“May be? Honey, I’m always right,” I joke and she giggles. 

“Oh, of course…” she playfully agrees and I chuckle, shaking my head in disbelief.  

“I’m sorry for interrupting. I just had to give the doctor some information. Carry on. Congratulations on the baby,” the nurse tells us before she scurries out of the room. 

“Ok… let’s see here,” Doctor Faylor speaks aloud as goes back to looking before turning the screen to us. 

“All looks very well. This right here is the little bean. It’s still a little too early to know much, but baby and mama look very healthy so far,” he explains as he points out the baby:

“Would you like to hear the heartbeat?” Doctor Faylor asks and y/n’s face lights up like a Christmas tree. 

“Wait, you can do that this early on?” Y/n asks in shock and Doctor Faylor nods while humming. 

“Yes, we can,” he replies with a smile and y/n nods quickly. 

“Then can we, please?” she asks and he nods at her. 

“Of course. Let me just find it,” he promises as he moves the doppler around. 

“Frankie, we're having another baby…” y/n turns to me with a big smile and for a moment I can’t help but to just forget about the circumstances of why we’re actually in this hospital. 

“That we are, estimado {my dear} and I couldn’t be happier about it. Although this time, it better be a boy,” I joke with her as I rub my thumb over the back of her hand and she giggles. 

“I can’t promise you that, honey,” she jokes back and I chuckle, shaking my head. 

“Ayyy. Dios, ayúdame si conseguimos otra chica… {lord help me if we get another girl…}. That’s when I’ll believe in the curse you were telling me about…” I promise her and she giggles some more. 

“Curse?” Doctor Faylor asks with a raised eyebrow as he starts to take pictures for us. 

“Sí. She was telling me that her family is cursed to only basically have girls. I told her we’d break it cause I’m not getting stuck with all girls,” I joke with a smirk as she slaps my arm. 

“Either way, you’d love it. You love being a father of daughters. Admit it. I know you do,” she tells me and I playfully shrug. 

“Maybe I do…” I coyly agree with her and she giggles, shaking her head before looking back at the screen. 

“Ok. I’ve found it. Here’s your baby’s heartbeat,” Doctor Faylor announces as he turns a dial on the side. 

It goes quiet for a moment before we hear a small thump sound and a smile takes over my face. I involuntarily let out a sniffle and y/n looks at me. 

“Awe, honey. You're crying,” she comments as she lets go of my hand to wipe at my face. 

“I just can’t help it. That’s our child, mi amore {my love},” I say through my tears and she smiles even more. 

“Honey, I know. It’s quite an amazing thing, isn’t it,” she tells me and I nod vigorously, making her laugh. 

“Ok. Baby’s heart beats seem to be staying at an even 156,” Doctor Faylor tells us and I shake my head. 

“Is that a good thing? They didn’t tell us that the last two times,” I ask and he nods while chuckling. 

“Yes. It’s very good. Perfect actually. A good healthy range is between 140 and 170, so your little peanut is right in the middle range. She sounds healthy and strong,” the Doctor explains and y/n turns, grinning at me. 

“Frankie…” y/n says in a tearful tone and I chuckle before hugging her. 

“I know, mi vida {my life}, I know,” I softly tell her and she sniffles into my chest. 

“Ok. Well everything looks ok with mama and baby. I took some photos and I wrote down measurements. They'll be in your file ready to go home with you when you sign out,” Doctor Faylor explains as he turns the machine off and hands y/n a towel. 

“Ok. Thank you so much, Doctor,” I agree with a light smile as y/n wipes her stomach off. 

“Now. I hate to ruin the happy happy moment…” the doctor speaks again, making me frown and shake my head. 

“You didn’t ruin anything at all,” y/n speaks up before I can as she smiles at him. 

“You actually made this so nice,” she continues and he chuckles before shaking his head. 

“No. I know. I’m glad I could make your day a little better, but uhh, the police are here for your statement,” the doctor hesitantly tells us and my smile falls as silence takes over. 

“They're out front. I told the nurse not to let them in until you're ready for them,” Doctor Faylor quickly explains and y/n nods lightly. 

“Ok. Go ahead and send them in,” she tells him as she straightens up just a bit as she squeezes my hand. 

“Ok. I’ll bring them right in. Just a moment,” Doctor Faylor tells us with a final nod before he walks out. 

I squeeze her hand back before standing up from the bed. I let go of her hand just to walk around back to my chair, before grabbing back onto it. It’s quiet now as we wait and y/n sighs. 

“Hey. You’ll be ok. I’ll be here the whole time,” I promise her and she nods just as the door opens. 

“Hi, Mrs. Morales, I’m Athena. I’m here to take your statement,” the officer introduces herself as she walks in and comes to a stop next to me. 

The officer then stays for maybe twenty to thirty minutes talking with y/n. She tells them what happened and I stay silent as she explains. As she recounts everything, I rub my thumb over the back of her hand, trying to keep her calm as well as myself. 

Hearing all that happened makes my blood boil and I have to restrain myself from rushing out of the hospital to hunt Hector down. I’d use my past training as best as I possibly could to take him on for trying to lay a hand on my family. I’m quickly broken out of my thoughts when the officer hums as she puts her pen away. 

She tells us she has all she needs and that she promises to put him away for good before leaving. Once the door closes behind her, y/n sighs and it gets silent again. I let it stay quiet so y/n can work though her thoughts before anything else happens. 

“Frankie… can we go home soon?” she soon whispers out her question and my heart hurts for her. 

“Por supuesto {of course}, mi amor. I’ll go talk with the nurses and hopefully get you signed out,” I tell her and she nods before sinking down into the bed. 

I shake my head lightly before walking out of the room. Once the door closes behind me, I let out a puff of air before heading to the nurses station down the hall. 

“Hi, sir. How can I help you?” the nurse sitting at the desk asks as she looks up at me. 

“Umm, I was wondering if I could get the paperwork to sign my wife out?” I ask and she nods before quickly getting up. 

“Of course, sir. One moment and I’ll have them ready for you. Would you like me to bring them to her room or are you wanting to wait here?” she asks me as she looks through a filing cabinet. 

“Um, here if I could. She just needs a moment to herself, I think,” I inform her and she nods before walking back over to me. 

She puts the papers in front of me before she grabs a stack of arrow sticky notes. She goes through and puts one next to every spot I need to sign before putting the sticky notes down. She hands a pen to me before taking a seat back at her computer. 

I take it and make quick work of signing it all. When I’m done, I close the pen and pick up the paperwork. 

“Here you go,” I tell the nurse as I hand it to her. 

“Whoa, you’re quick,” she chuckles out as she stands back up. 

“Yeah, well, my wife is ready to leave. I don’t want to make her stay longer than she has to,” I inform her and she smiles softly in understanding as she takes the papers. 

“Ok. All looks good. You're good to head out whenever you’re ready to go now,” she tells me as she takes a quick look over it all. 

“Ok. Thank you,” I respond before pushing myself off the counter and starting to walk back to her room. 

I walk back, but take a moment to take a deep breath before opening the door. Once I feel a little more calm, I open the door and walk back in. 

“Hey. We’re good to go whenever you want to, mi amor {my heart},” I tell her and she nods with a light smile. 

“Thank goodness. I’m ready to be home with my baby,” she groans out and I shake my head, chuckling. 

“Actually, miel {honey}, unfortunately we can not go home,” I break it to her and she looks at me confused. 

“Why not?” she asks and I sigh. 

“The police don’t want us back. They’ve closed it off as a crime scene. So I have plans for us to stay with Pope,” I inform her and she sighs before nodding. 

“Ok. Let’s go there then, I guess,” she agrees and I nod. 

“Ok. Let’s go then, if you’re ready?” I agree before questioning her and she nods. 

“Do I have clothes to change into?” she asks and I shake my head. 

“No. Sorry. I can have one of the boys bring you some. They have to pick us up anyway and I believe Will said he got some of our stuff from the house,” I tell her and she sighs before just agreeing with a nod. 

“I guess that’ll work. All I know is I just want a normal bed,” she groans and I nod. 

“Of course, baby, that makes total sense. I’ll go call Pope right now,” I inform her and she nods before sinking down on her bed while closing her eyes. 

To Be Continued…

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[harrowharkwife]

hey everyone PSA- if you're at all worried about the finale (re: buddie, or, like, anything else-) i HIGHLY recommend going through this list of episodes and either reading the transcripts for them (you can just Google 911 + the ep title + transcript) or rewatch if you have time.

we're literally gonna be fine 😂

3x10 gave us buck and chris making gingerbread houses while eddie watched with heart eyes. 3x10 gave us buck's grand gesture christmas party at the firehouse for the diaz boys.

3x12 gave us the madney+buck+josh poker scene where maddie suggested setting buck up with josh. 3x12 gave us Ana's "there's something to be said for getting back on the horse, but there's also value in realizing you don't like horses. sometimes our limitations tell us when to stop, but they can also show us where to look next." sound familiar, eddie? 3x12 gave us the buckley-diaz accessible skateboard scene.

4x03 gave us the buck&chris hildy prank and a buckley diaz family couch scene.

4x13 gave us the shooting and originated the buddie theme of time + luck right before eddie got shot- "should have gotten here sooner" / "that kid is just lucky to have met you."

5x02 gave us the buddie firehouse convo during the blackout- "somehow we became a ready made family and i don't know if i'm ready for that. i think i'm just gonna stick it out" / "that's not how you talk about someone you love" / "my kid loves her" / "is that enough?".

5x06 gave us the buddie ambulance kidnapping/hostage scene, both of them reacting when their kidnappers threatened chris, buck hearing the gunshot from inside the hospital and running towards it, and more of the eddie + hearts theme, buck's sad little 'no' when taylor asked 'did (the guy who kidnapped you) get to see his son?'.

5x13 gave us eddie's breakdown and buck in the room, sitting with him in the mess.

5x15 gave us that incredibly loaded conversation between eddie and may about living authentically and wondering how your life would have turned out if you'd been born someone else or made different choices - which we still haven't circled back to, by the way. "trauma makes us turn inward" "you hid in a place you knew" "guess it took a near death experience for her to appreciate her actual life." 5x15 ALSO gave us the married-at-first-sight reality show call where the grooms heart was unexpectedly on the wrong side of his body and the "pressure was keeping it from beating fully," you know, the call where buck said "they do compatability tests, it's science" and everyone else replied that no, it's a crapshoot at best- weddings, panicking, the theme of magic/luck vs science/chemistry once again. ringing any bells?

6x01 gave us the buckley diaz family dinner at the loft and the birth of the couch metaphor, which is explicitly tied to romantic relationships and overlooking options that are right under your nose that have been there the whole entire time, but you don't see them and choose them because you're scared of making a mistake.

6x06 gave us a found-family, later-in-life queer love story for the ages, "i thought i'd lost you," "nope, still here."

6x08 gave us a conversation primarily between hen and eddie about kissing someone and realizing you were gay, it gave us eddie's face journey when carla said she thought there might be a "first crush" situation happening, "sometimes talking about it makes it too real."

6x09 gave us that shot eddie staring at buck while the line "i want your sex and your affection when they're holding you close" played LOUDLY, it gave us eddie clearly feeling some type of way about buck's sperm donation, it gave us eddie asleep on the diaz couch, it gave us confirmation that buck wants to be a dad.

6x12 gave us buck feeling at home in the diaz house, falling asleep on the couch, the conversation in the kitchen about the shooting and the lightning strike.

that's not even all of it, just the highlights.

so deep breath. it's gonna be okay. we're in good hands.

writers | 6x18 is a co-write between Andrew Meyers and Nicole Barraza Keim Andrew has also written: 2x15 "Ocean's 9-1-1" 3x10 "Christmas Spirit" 3x12 "Fools" 4x03 "Future Tense" 4x09 "Blindsided" 4x13 "Suspicion" 5x02 "Desperate Times" 5x06 "Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1" 5x13 "Fear-O-Phobia" 6x01 "Let The Games Begin" 6x08 "9-1-1, What's Your Fantasy?" 6x12 "Recovery" Nicole has also written: 5x15 "FOMO" 6x06 "Tomorrow" 6x09 "Red Flag"

[necrostasis]

# NECROSTASIS ⋯ INDEPENDANT, SELECTIVE & MUTUALS ONLY ISAAC CLARKE OF DEAD SPACE // featuring — a look into life pre & post the USG ISHIMURA incident, mental instability, denial of loss, just wingin' it. ( self promo )

RULES, INTEREST FORM & VERSES ⬇⬇⬇

A. This blog as stated is independent, selective & reserved for mutual followers only. I won't be interacting with or responding to inboxes from people I'm not in a mutual following with, this especially applies to non-RP blogs. Any headcanons I have might differ from canon, as well as my general interpretation of Isaac, but these are the joys of RP!

B. All followers MUST be over the age of 18! Not only is this for my own comfort but also because this blog ( & the Dead Space franchise as a whole ) contains explicit material not suited for younger audiences. As such, there will be NSFW themes present on this blog including - but not limited to - violence, general blood & gore, cult like religion, human experimentation, death, mutation etc.

C. I don't use icons, I'm simply too lazy, but feel free to use icons in your replies if you wish! Similarly I also won't be making fancy banners for ask replies or threads or a separate Carrd / Google Doc.

D. Open & friendly to multiple verses & original characters provided I can see a way for our muses to interact. If you'd like to discus a plot or see a way forward that I might not, then please CHECK OUT MY INTEREST FORM! On a related note, I tend to be more active in replying to ask memes / prompts & have a heavy preference toward threads full of action rather than run of the mill casual first meetings.

E. Lastly, RP is a HOBBY we all share! Being an adult ( 28, goes by Mimi ) with a full time job + other interests, I won't always have the time, energy or motivation to be active & it's something I'm working on not feeling guilty about. Please don't expect me to be active all of the time or press me for replies!

PSA — I use the BETA EDITOR as all new blogs are now locked into using it. If you personally prefer to use the legacy editor, I won't be able to trim threads on my end.

( A little side note : the Dead Space franchise lore is deep & expansive. I never played the 3rd game, my memory of the 2nd game has been somewhat refreshed by Youtube videos & the 1st game is fresh in my mind thanks to the remake. I also have some knowledge of the events from the prequel novels & various side stories thanks to Youtube summaries, but I'm no expert! )

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NAME — Isaac Clarke ( 47 ) OCCUPATION — Systems Engineer EMPLOYER — CEC ( Concordance Extraction Corporation ) ASSIGNED SHIP — USG Kellion SIGNIFICANT OTHER — Nicole Brennan †

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VERSE // DEAD SPACE

— Follows Dead Space canon. Isaac is an engineer aboard the USG Kellion, responding to the broken up SOS signals from the USG Ishimura. Once on board the Ishimura, the team discover the ship has been overrun by the mutated corpses of the former crew, turning them all into deadly alien-like creatures later known as Necromorphs. It's a fight for survival for Isaac as he has to deal with fighting back, searching for his ( unbeknownst to him ) dead girlfriend & delivering a strange, delusion inducing structure known as the Marker back to the planet of Aegis VII.

VERSE // UNITOLOGIST

— Similarly following the events from canon, but with a twist! The Marker's influence is more difficult for Isaac to shake off, causing his hallucinations of Nicole to feel more real & intense as his time on the Ishimura continues. Despite swearing off the cult like religion of Unitology after seeing how it ruined his mother, being so close to the Marker & coupled with the persuasion from the fanatic survivors aboard the ship, Isaac falls deep into believing. His goal now is aligned with the Unitologists: to bring the Marker back to Earth & experience Convergence.

VERSE // NECROMORPH

— Sometime during his time on the Ishumura, an Infector got hold of Isaac & despite his best efforts at fighting the creature off, it managed to inject the infection into his blood stream. Isaac doesn't die quickly, but as he slowly succumbs to his fate, his body begins to change. Be wary of him in this state or you might just end up the same way!

VERSE // RESIDENT EVIL

— Isaac is an employee of the Umbrella Corporation, a lab engineer who typically works on the maintenance of machines & systems used in the labs to ensure effective lab operations. ( 2 + 3 ) During the outbreak in Raccoon City, Isaac is able to escape the lab but was unable to leave the city before it was too late. Not a fighter by trade, he does his best to survive the nightmares he had a hand in creating. ( 4 ) Isaac is a new transfer to the facility located nearby the Spanish village in which the game takes place in. Upon finding out about the kidnapping of the President's daughter & the connection to the village cult, Isaac works to hinder their plans from within. ( 7 + 8 ) Work in progress, check back soon!

VERSE // SILENT HILL

— After failing to get in touch his with girlfriend after she passed through the town of Silent Hill, Isaac sets off to look for her, fearing she may have gotten into an accident without anyone around to help. As he drives through the seemingly abandoned town, his car tire punctures & the vehicle swerves into a street lamp. Exiting his car with what appears to be only minor injuries, he's now forced to keep looking for Nicole on foot, equipped with only the tools he finds along the way.

VERSE // DEAD BY DAYLIGHT

— ( A twist on what I know of DS3 + rumours about what DS4 might have been ) As the Brethren Moons descend upon Earth, Isaac finds himself on limited oxygen as he manoeuvres through space around the remains of the ship he'd used to try & stop the destruction from happening. As his oxygen starts getting dangerously low, his consciousness begins to fade & when he wakes up next, he finds himself living in a whole new nightmare.

+ More verses can & may be added at a later date!

[dreamkidddream]

Pleasure || Incubus!Gojo

Had to rewrite this like 3 times cause I couldn’t make up my mind 😀 Reader is gender neutral!

CW: language + spicy/suggestive themes (talks about reader being a virgin, different slangs for losing your virginity, etc. (PSA: virginity is just a social construct SO don’t feel rushed/pressured into having sex if you’re not ready 👍🏾)) but no NSFW

Dream’s Spooktober 2021

You lost count of how many times you had the same dream. The stranger with the snow white hair and the cerulean eyes that put you in a trance every time you lock gazes.

You want to be concerned because it isn’t normal to have the same dream every single night, far from it, but it seems that the more it’s reoccurring, the more you find yourself waiting impatiently for your body to fall asleep. Waiting to see the man who’s made his presence known and refuses to leave your mind even when you’re awake.

You thought that maybe the weird (but very enjoyable) dreams was a result of your hormones going haywire along with your friends pestering you about your love life. Or rather, about your friends pestering when you’ll finally swipe your v-card, getting your cherry popped, basically the same variation of, “when are you gonna get laid?” Maybe you saw him somewhere on the street and felt so smitten by him that you couldn’t get him out of head and used him to fill the void of your loneliness? It wasn’t uncommon to dream about strangers after a quick Google search, but it was starting to be alarming with how much you’re only dreaming about him.

And you would find yourself in the same position each night: pinned down on the bed, feeling his fingers hike your shirt up and ghosting over your skin, itching to go lower. Each kiss that lingered on your skin was clouding your judgement, but you still felt hesitant, still felt like this was all a dream but at the same time too close to reality. Was this really happening? Your mind feels so hazy, but he makes the haze feel good. As if this is suppose to happen, to just let it happen-

But then you wake up before it goes any further, only left with a teasing look and the words, “Until we meet again (Y/N)~”

You were frightened at first, but then it just made you frustrated. Frustrated at the state that he would leave you in.

It was like those words just made the fire inside you burn even brighter. The burning need never goes away, no matter how much you try to ignore the sensation, it still lingers until the next night when he keeps his word and comes back again. It was an interesting feeling, you would feel so drained but the fire within your body refused to acknowledge that. He was the only one who could extinguish it, and you felt insatiable without him.

There was so much you wanted to question, to ask him what’s going on or if this is some type of lucid dreaming, but the more he keeps smashing his lips against yours, the more that you feel reason leaving your head and being replaced by the burning need for more.

Every touch that he leaves on you makes you feel like the heat in your stomach is going to consume you whole, and you don’t want him to stop, please don’t stop-

“Oh don’t worry baby, I won’t.”

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Gojo can’t wait to see the look on Suguru’s face when he sees you, oh he is going to be so jealous! If he’s feeling generous enough, he’ll try to take you back so that his best friend can get a taste too.

It’s been years since he’s had a taste of someone as pure as you, it almost makes him not wanna take all of you at once. But you make it so hard to not be greedy.

It’s not difficult for him to get anyone that he desires obviously, I mean just look at him! All he has to do is bat his eyes and run his fingers through his snow white locks, whisper a few words and then people are ready to throw themselves at him. It’s so easy that he has to laugh every time. Humans are so simple and so easy to fool, but at least he doesn’t have to put in work to get a meal.

But a sweet little thing like you catching his eye was a surprise, even to him.

You were suppose to be dessert for him after he fed off of your friends, nothing but a midnight snack for him. But then he felt it; the scent and aura of someone untouched, unplucked.

And he couldn’t resist getting another taste night, after night, after night. But you kept calling out to him, and what kind of monster would he be if didn’t answer you? And you have such a pretty face too, he couldn’t resist planting hot kisses on your neck, no doubt with the intent of leaving no skin untouched or unmarked.

Granted, no one was stupid enough to try and feed from you since he’s already claimed you. He’s the strongest demon to ever exist, so he’s not the least bit concerned of someone stealing you away. Besides, the pretty little marks that he’s been leaving on you should be more than just a reminder of who you belong to.

He’s careful enough to not drain you completely, he doesn’t want the fun to be over so soon, so he has to balance out his meals in between. But yet, he keeps finding himself coming back to you. The others don’t taste as sweet like you do, and he doesn’t find their expressions and cries of pleasure as irresistible as yours.

Oh he wants to corrupt you so bad, just keep you all to himself until you can give no more, but he doesn’t want to be done with you just yet.

No one cries his name out in pleasure like you.

[biolums]

damn so we just dropping the fruity bit and making full on fruitcake jokes now. and the fucking idiots in the replies are saying fruitcake means crazy not gay. its so wild seeing these people be so confident and so wrong. and literally SO CLOSE to the right answer. like.. if fruitcake means crazy to you.. and to other people its recognized as a slur for gay people….. WOAH MAYBE its because the slur came from calling gay people mentally unstable and crazy!! no way!!!! fucking dickheads. i just am so pissed off about this sorry.

PSA. the terms “fruitcake” “fruity” and “fruit” are DEROGATORY TERMS that came from when gay people would get sent to insane asylums for being gay. where they would get shock therapy and essentially! tortured! and so then the insane asylums were called “fruitcake factories���. fruity was not a term recently created. it is not a “genz creation”. i understand slur discourse is subjective and everyone has their own comforts and opinions. but dear god. google a word for once in your life before using it. you cant reclaim a slur if you dont even know where it came from.

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom episode 4-7 Thoughts: (under a readmore because, these got kinda long!)

-the outfit danny had to buy for dash's party. CLASSIC 2000S i cannot stop laughing. And also showing up to the party and everyone is dressed like the trio is hilarious. and further proof that everyone looks good dressed goth.

-dash has a closet full of cute lil bear plushies?? LOVE that. adorable. also his response to danny trashing his room fighting a ghost was SO valid if somone BROKE MY BED IN HALF ID BE PISSED TOO.

-technus being like 'oh smart, u should be a tutor!' then later being like 'forget tutor, be a teacher!' :) supportive king <3 I also really like his upgraded suit/design. AND SPOCK CAMEO??? HELLO??

-the music in this show is super. its so funky. I looked it up and the guy who does it, guy moon (awesome name) also did music for other cartoons like fairly odd parents, barnyard, chalkzone, billy & mandy, AND some actual movies like FIGHT CLUB??? the whiplash I got from reading that)

-sam being rich explains a lot about her, actually.

-I know the moral of the episode was supposed to be 'dont ditch your friends for popular people/spend a lot of money on clothes that arent You to Fit In'. but tbh. it wouldve been easy for danny to have been like 'well, okay, ill come but only if my friends can!' but I get. that hes 14. so. not a lot to say there.

-BOX GHOST IS BACK!!!!! also, danny sitting up and wearing the dress/wig/makeup. umm thats how I dress everyday LMFAO. unironically me. (hate the jokes that boil down to 'haha funney man in dress' tho. but this is a look)

-jazz being protective of her brother once again being like NOOO YOU GUYS BETTER NOT STAKE OUT HIS (actually haunted) LOCKER!! shes aware of how people perceive him and she wants to help :( which is also probably why she told dash to invite him to that party even tho she had no interest in going!! she wants to help him out :(

-gotta say im with tucker on the whole 'should danny use his powers to get back at bullies' debate. 100% yes. let him teach kids to fight back. making dash throw his food at paulina out of the blue? no. but when hes actually about to pick on someone? yeah! for self defense? YEAH! if dash and his friends just threw food at him, I think rather than. idk doing sneaky shit with frogs he couldve just threw it back and not pulled punches if they tried to fight. I kNOOWWW its a kids show so they are like 'if u fight back ur just as bad!! violence bad!!' but. theyre HIS POWERS. WHO CARES.

-like my only gripe is that dash really isnt LEARNING ANYTHING WHEN DANNY GETS BACK AT HIM IN THE MOST PETTY INDIRECT WAYS. whatever they had to add a bully psa episode I guess. I hate it and I hate the way cartoons usually handle it because these methods simply Do Not Work. 'aND YouRE USinG YOur poWErs FOR EVill???!' this is Not Evil. even when poindexter takes dannys body, theyre only being 'nice' bc hes stealing soda for them!! bitches deserve what they get (nothing too brutal bc theyre high schoolers but damn, if they pick on danny he doesnt need to be the 'bigger person' he needs to start biting people)

-SAM TRYING TO SMUGGLE FROGS OUT OF THE BIO LAB?? girl in middle school when we had to dissect frogs we could opt out, also, they came to us already dead and preserved...

-sidney's lingo and the fact hes in black and white is sending me. also, danny is a ghost celebrity apparently for being a halfa?? ok. thats interesting to know

-the DENTIST BEING EXCITED ABOUT THE COTTON CANDY FLOOD IS THE FUNNIEST THING SO FAR.

-I LOOOVE the trope of 'wishes gone wrong'. not crazy about the stereotypical genie, or the use of the dreamcatcher looking design. (also, I KNOW theyre scientists but the way theyre handling a cold...are the fentons ANTIVAX)

-the genie. she. whitewished paulina. JKASDFHKJ. (the ghost literally just being hello kitty???? im dying) 'why do i feel that im special and wonderful? because I AM! <3' paulina ilu self worth queen. felt bad for her also getting possessed by (2) boys later who were arguing INSIDE HER. WTF.

-imagine being the guy trapped in his now flying car. he thought danny and tucker were HALUCINATIONS. imagine being trapped in a flying car with two, what you think are imaginary arguing 14 year olds convinced ur gonna die. i WOULD say this dude is gonna need so much therapy, but he seemed totally fine and excited when they landed (I would be happy too if a chicken was on my head. chickens rule) stoner rights

-sam's bat slippers??? iconic. SO cute.

-I think desiree's backstory is so :( do all ghosts have messed up sad backstories?? poindexter's was sad too...cannot imagine box ghost has any kind of fucked up backstory. but what if. his mom got pushed off cliffs by boxes...........a la cruella... anyway her 'no man may lay a hand on me' iconic. ilu

-I know danny has no concept of how much bras cost but my god dont attack tucker with some girls bra. those are so expensive.

-its really. well its not a GOOD THING he went into the portal and got fucked up, but its good danny was the one to do it rather than sam or tucker. because even tho he was being influenced by desiree and kept getting more malicious and it prob wasnt 100% him...he sucked as a ghost like most the people he 'pranked' were innocent ppl just Chillin and he didnt want to help anyone at all. I think danny is the most responsible out of them but also, hes 14 and shouldnt HAVE to feel obligated to fight every ghost. hes a good kid and wants to, but I also feel like he feels like...responsible for the portal turning on?? because his parents did give it up,, but it was an accident and not his fault (if anything, why was the on switch on the inside. why was it that easy. why was there no safety measures. that seems like smth OSHA needs to hear about). like thats my son. hes a good boy. and hes never done anything wrong in his life, ever. if anyone hurts him im killing everyone in this room and then myself. etc.

-danny's curfew is 10PM????? DUDE. when I was 14...shit I couldn't be out that late, I had to be back at like, 8 at the latest, and my parents had to know exactly where and who I was going with, AND i had to call/text them regularly...is this a case of my parents being overbearing, or the fentons sucking??? the only time i could EVER be out that late was if I was at an overnight sleepover or smth...

-the vultures have lil fezes. why do they have fezes...theyre so fuckin funny 'ask him for directions' 'I KNOW WHERE IM GOING' these ghost vultures are my new grandpas. pick them up, put them in the adopt box.

-'I wonder why those guys were trying to waste dad!' THEYRE GHOSTS. YOUR DAD HUNTS GHOSTS. why is that not a conclusion you'd immediately jump to??

-*jazz voice, clearly disgusted* WISCONSIN???

-mrs fenton with the lab coat and leg warmers and PERM. YESSS STYLISH.

-was going to say 'ew billionaire' @vlad but. super valid he used his powers to assumedly steal and cheat to get that money, thats how all billionaires do it! but ew hes a SIMP. and spending your billions on FOOTBALL STUFF?? you are Not Valid overall. I DO respect the fact you have a castle instead of a mansion. in wisconsin. if youre going to be stupidly rich might as well go all out, torches on the wall and all. I DO like his ghost form's little kitty ears. catman. and his cape! every design can benefit from a cape. and how different his forms look, like danny looks the EXACT SAME IN BOTH FORMS ASIDE FROM COLOR CHANGES. vlad's is like,, I could believe they were different people!! also I love the drama. but dude you are fighting a 14 year old. lame. also he was like, telling danny he wanted his mom and him and like, wanted him to renounce his dad?? WHAT ABOUT JAZZ?? bitch. those r MY kids and they are both important and special. I do agree they need better parents but thats not u sir <3

-I thought vlad's 'little badger' nickname for danny came from the football mascot of the packers, but google says they have NO MASCOT?? so now I'm like?? is it because his hair is sometimes black and sometimes white?? I hate to give him props but thats a PERFECT NICKNAME. theyre also tiny and vicious!

-why did I get so excited that Skulker is back!! its been like. 2-3 eps LMAO. AND THE DAIRY KING. ICONIC I LOVE HIM. hes the nicest guy ever :) more nice ghosts please. danny cannot be fighting alone everytime with no ghost buds like every ghost being hostile sucks :(

-mr. fenton knew vlad was controlling him, but a few episodes ago he had no clue danny was doing the same thing...is it something about how malicious the ghost is?? he just seemed to think his memory had gaps the first time, this time he was INSTANTLY LIKE 'GHOST'. then again in this ep when danny did it again he was just slightly confused but not immediately freaking out like he did with vlad possessing him!!

-'my parents will accept ME NO MATTER WHAT' so. so why haven't you come out to them yet, danny?? if you really think that?? if theres no harm, and you're sure??? if vlad is a real problem, wouldnt that make dealing with him easier, to expose him???? SO WHY HAVENT YOU COME OUT YET?? COULD IT BE,, MAYBE YOU HAVE DOUBTS ABOUT WHETHER YOUR PARENTS ACTUALLY WILL ACCEPT YOU??? 🤔 ... 🏳‍🌈 I get why people say He Is Trans. I totally totally get u danny.

-sorta unrelated, but it just occurred to me in one of these eps they go to casper HIGH not casper middle school??? theyre 14?? dont highschools usually do ages 15-18? (I didnt go to hs so I might be wrong, if I am ignore this...) freshmen are usually 14-15, could just be a case of them not turning 15 yet but they will sometime in the school year (I say they because tucker said he was 14 too)? I know the show has 3 seasons, so by the end of it will they be older? thatd be neat but usually cartoon characters stay the same age...I love shows where you can see the characters age and grow up, though...three seasons seems like a long time to spend on like, 1 year...

[simpcxty]

I Grew Up (Minoru Mineta x Reader)

Warning ⚠️ Mineta is attractive in this one, and sorta likable. Just not in the beginning.

Also I have it in my head that he’d find any excuse to call you a fruit for a pet name. If you don’t like it then you can ignore it but I kinda like what I chose bc it was hard brainstorming what Mineta would call his significant other for me. So without further ado, you can enjoy this Mineta x Reader without anyone saying shit :)

And yes. I am doing this, and enjoying writing it. Bite me.

(PSA, i tried to find the artist and I’m pretty sure it’s diaboliiique on DeviantArt. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but I literally found the art off of google 😔)

All Characters are ages up 18+

It was hard being the girlfriend of Minoru Mineta.

Let’s just get that out of the way now.

The way he can’t even keep to keep his mouth shut about other girls bodies even when you’re around him is sickening sometimes.

At least it used to be.

Could you even really call yourself his girlfriend anymore? You just sat nearby while other girls ogled at the now attractive version of your boyfriend.

Why couldn’t he have stayed the way he was? At least no one wanted him then.

You swore to yourself that you didn’t care. You knew the relationship wouldn’t last so there’s no reason to be upset or jealous.

At least you tried to tell yourself that.

That didn’t stop it from hurting any less.

What really pissed you off, or rather who, was Tsuyu Asui.

She acts like she never hated him now.

Like she didn’t at one point look down on him or look at him disgustedly once, and he.

He goes along with it.

You’re not gonna lie, you used to love Tsu, and you keep telling yourself you do.

Only so you can keep up the facade that how he acts doesn’t affect you.

“Hey Y/n.” You’re shocked when he moves to sit next to you, opting to sit on the bench that you had plopped down on when the group of girls saw your famous pro hero boyfriend with you, and away from the group of girls still eyeing him. Including Tsuyu.

Yes. He’s a pro hero. Now back up please.

“Yes Mineta?” His eyebrows furrowed at that and you almost cringed when his hand falls onto your thigh.

Visible to anyone passing by.

“No. You always call me Minoru. Minoru or Sugar. So stick to it. Heh, see what I did there?-“ He’s interrupted by Tsu and the words that come out of her mouth make you want to vomit.

“Minoru, why don’t you come hangout with-“

“Yeah no. Only Y/n calls me Minoru. You’re not allowed. Call me Mineta like you always do. Now, as I was saying before you RUDELY interrupted me Asui. Did you get it..?” He looks at you eyes filled with a special shine and it’s then, how you remember you got with this little shit.

“Yes I got it.” You let your smile show and he fist bumps the air but afterwards, he quickly wraps his arms around your small frame.

Somehow he went from being 108cm (3’6”) to 179cm (5’10”) and you weren’t gonna lie and say you didn’t like it.

Especially when he leaned his chin on your head while holding you close to his chest. You really like that.

Even though you don’t want to,

but it’s not like you’d ever admit you absolutely positively love it.

That you absolutely positively love him.

No, that just isn’t ethical. You’d never tell him shit.

At least not to his face..

“Why were you mad at me?” You don’t know when he managed to pull you on his lap but his grip around you tightens and he shoves his face in your neck.

“You mean why am I mad at you currently?” His head shoots up from its spot in your neck and he turns your head with his hand quickly.

“What can I do Peach? How can I fix it? Can I fix it? Did I mess up bad? Are you gonna lea-“ his voice started to shake a bit but you cut him off quickly with a finger pressed to his lips.

God. We’re still on a public bench. This is embarrassing.

“It is something you can fix. However I don’t know if you’ll even be willing to listen to me when I say it, and no Minoru. I’m not going to leave you.”

“I will fix anything I can to make you happy. Now tell me what I can do please!” His grip around you somehow managed to tighten more and you have to tap his arms so he’ll loosen the crushing grip he has around your ribs and lungs.

Mostly so you can breathe but also because the poor guy doesn’t know his own strength now that he’s got it.

“You’re really flirty, and you know, I love it..” he nods and you took this as your opportunity to continue.

“But not when it’s towards other girls..” his eyes widened and he almost tightens his grip around you again but opts to grabbing your hand and peppering light kisses across it.

“I know you’re not meaning anything bad by it. It just kinda hurts.. especially with Tsu, she used to hate you and now just because you’re attractive according to societies standards everyone fucking loves you. Which don’t get me wrong. I get it. You’re fucking hot, but one, You were hot before and two, you’re mine and I want her and everybody else to realize that.” He nods and kisses your forehead while keeping a tight but comfortable grip around you.

“I’ll work on it Peach. I promise. I can’t have my dream girl feeling insecure after all, she’s the only one I want. The only one who’s cared for me no matter what I look like and how I’ve acted. After all I love you, I’d do anythi-“ you were listening intently, so when he said that and you choked, he was confused for two reasons.

But he couldn’t decide which one he was more confused about.

1. Did you really not know?

Or 2. Did you not believe him?

Or 3. Were you actually choking?

“Is that funny?” You shook your head quickly.

“No! I love you too! I just-“ he interrupts you before you can finish.

“Just what? Didn’t know..?” You looked away at that.

“Have I really been that bad at showing you how much you mean to me?” You didn’t say anything. Or move.

“Peach.. please be honest..” you nodded and it’s then that he sees the tears brimming in your eyes, and he goes back to his crushing bear hugs.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry! I’ll do so much better! I promise Peach! I’m gonna show you that I love you and only you. I don’t need the attention of anyone else. Just you. God I just need you with me, in my life. As a part of mine. I’m so sorry that I haven’t shown you that properly-“ his repeated rambling turns into tears welling up in his eyes now.

“Sugar, it’s okay you didn’t know. I wasn’t communicating with you. It’s not just on you, you didn’t know that what you were doing was making me uncomfortable because I didn’t bother to tell you. I didn’t want you to get mad at me for being jealous.” His eyes widened again.

“W-Why would I be mad..?” When you shrugged he nodded but kissed your cheek.

“I would never be mad at you for telling me how you feel. I’m a moron sometimes, and I know that I’m not the brightest crayon in the crayon box, but, you make me feel special everyday, knowing I haven’t been giving you that same feeling kills me. I’ll do better. I know I will, because I can’t stand the thought of losing you.” Your cheeks burned as the girls behind you groaned and started to walk away.

“Minoru can we please go home. I love you but this is embarrassing..” He grins and uses one hang to grab your hip, and the other for under your thigh, holding them snugly as he stands up, and carries you as he walks.

“T-This is even worse!” He smiles when he feels your arms tighten around his neck.

“Well we’ll be home soon and then I can do even more embarrassing things Peach.” He whispers in your ear and leaves a short kiss on your jawline. Chucking when he hears you squeak and your grip tighten.

Yeah, you’re fucked when you get home.

Quite literally.

[moonlightchn]

𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖘, 𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖘

and basic shit you should know before interacting I guess~

*Disclaimer: all the information this post contains will be based on things I’ve learned over the years and my personal modifications are NOT to be taken as the general rule. This is MY abo concept for this bot in particular. Yall are free to agree, disagree, take ideas, adapt to your own bot, etcetcetc. Bye. Also sorry this doesn't have a read more;;;; I tried :(

Hello, this is (not) JYPe,

and welcome to the first episode of “Admin’s abo concept isn’t probably what you think so we gonna go in dept on this shit hehe ”. This was originally going to be a one part documentary but I realized I would probably keep coming up with or remembering stuff and these would be so LOOONG so I decided to just do it as I go and I’ll use the hashtag “admins abo tmi ” for this yeah. But also remember you can ask questions if you have any or if you don’t understand something because I usually ramble a lot.

Today we’ll be talking about 3 things that seem to be the most important since they’re the most brought up on my RP’s and they are:

Turning/Transforming.

Heat vs Rut.

Mates.

So let’s begin!

🌙 𝕿𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌/𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌…

There’s two meanings to this concept, one is the concept of turning from human form to wolf form, and the other one is being transformed into a wolf by different means (these usually depends on which story you’ve heard, it can be being the 7th boy child in a family, it can be a bite or a scratch, it can be eating raw meat, etcetcetc).

*This change has now also been added to the Chan’s pack introduction.

What are the definitions of this words? Cambridge Dictionary defines them as:

Turn: to (cause to) become, change into, or come to be something.

Example: “Chan turned into his wolf form”

Explanation: Chan, already a werewolf, turned and changed into his wolf form.

Transform: to change completely the appearance or character of something or someone, especially so that that thing or person is improved.

Example: “Changbin was transformed into a werewolf.”

Explanation: Changbin, a regular human, was transformed /by a wolf/ into a werewolf.

𝕿𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌…

In the classic folklore, turning consists of 2 phases, human with NO wolf characteristics whatsoever, (which is what makes it so hard finding out who the werewolf in town is) and fluffy wolf with some human like characteristics (being biped, having arms instead of four legs, body structure humanlike. The best examples I can think of are the underworld lycans mmm tasteful). Another general rule for classic werewolves was that the person and wolf were two different minds, the person never remembered turning and had no idea they were the werewolf terrorizing town. While being human, the person didn’t even have the wolf skills like hearing or strength. They were just regular boring humans. Another thing was that they had no control whatsoever and ONLY turned during full moon, but I’m not getting into that yet.

Here are some examples (it’s basically furries oop).

Moving on to my concept, I decided to have 3 phases of turning, consisting on:

Human: Basic, simple, boring human. No presence of wolf features whatsoever. YET they can still make use of their skills such as sensitive hearing, smell, extra strength among others.

Half-turn: Heavily inspired by Teen Wolf tbh, SOME features are present and can generally be controlled, such as eyes, ears, tail, fangs, claws. Can even be confused for hybrids. (sumn like this please appreciate my art)

Full-turn: they become big scary fluffy puppies. Let’s remember how they look like.

Channie Chan Chris

𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌…

As mentioned before, transforming depends on which story you know and what you’re settling for. Generally we always talk about bites and deep scratches. Some of the most known stories about how to become a werewolf are being the 7th boy child born in a family on a full moon, or in Greek mythology, Zeus transformed some dudes into wolves after they tried to feed him human meat. There’s many different stories you can pick from, they’re just one Google away~

On my concept, though, the only way to transform is through a bite, even though I always keep options open.

I will probably be talking about the 3 types of wolves and deepening this a bit more later on.

🌙 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖛𝖘 𝕽𝖚𝖙.

Imma give you a wolf biology class because I know too much useless info and I WANT TO.

Rut: The rut is the mating season of certain mammals. The rut is characterized in males by an increase in testosterone, exaggerated sexual dimorphisms and increased aggression and interest in females.

Heat: The estrous cycle or oestrous cycle is the set of recurring physiological changes that are induced by reproductive hormones in most mammalian therian females. Estrous cycles start after sexual maturity in females and are interrupted by anestrous phases or by pregnancies. This cycle presents four phases, the one known as “heat” being the second one, estrus or oestrus, that refers to the phase when the female is sexually receptive.

What are seasonal breeders and what is mating season?

The breeding season is when seasonal breeders reproduce. Seasonal breeders are animal species that successfully mate only during certain times of the year. These times of year allow for the optimization of survival of young due to factors such as ambient temperature, food and water availability etcetc. Male seasonal breeders may exhibit changes in testosterone levels, weight, and fertility depending on the time of year. Female seasonal breeders will have one or more estrus cycles only when she is “in season” or fertile and receptive to mating.

Wolves fall in all of these descriptions.

What does all of this shit mean and why do I care lmao?

This means that if this was a logical bot I should only be doing NSFW like one week during 4 months a year LMAO no frfr

This basically means that RUT and HEAT are the seasons when the MALE and FEMALE respectively are ready to mate with each other to reproduce.

I’ve seen many male idol hybrids having heats instead of ruts, which I have no problem at all with and am sure no one else does really, but I think you should KNOW that a heat would not make them want to fuck, but get fucked. Heat would be the need to be filled and not fill others. A heat and a rut does NOT have to equal dominance or submissiveness in bots, anyway, that would be like saying being top or bottom determines who is dom/sub and that’s wrong, so just a PSA I guess.

Now, how does this affect my CB and ABO concept?

I’ve never, anyway, read anywhere of classic werewolves reproduction, which leads me to believe that they’re probably sterile. So I will stick to real life wolves rules but on my own way. Wolves are even monogamous and I dont go by that one lmao.

Reproduction rules on my ABO are really simple, ruts are once a month, around 5 days, and each of the guys have different characteristics for them. They’re only capable of getting someone pregnant during ruts, too. I just generally believe all girls are on the pill tbh and I never really use condoms but guys irl please practice safe sex wrap your or your partners willy before going freaky and stay safe.

Not sure if there’s something else to mention here? Let me know.

🌙 𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘…

Mates are the wolf equivalent of soulmates, but that’s bullshit. I mean, I’m not gonna say they’re not real, I just mean that the general idea of only one person for the rest of your life and if it’s not them you’re miserable is dumb when we’re talking about beings with feelings. Did you know wolves irl are monogamous and mate but if their mate dies they just look for another one and move on? Now you know.

The thing with mates and marks, in my humble opinion, is that they don’t mean anything. Peoples hearts change, feelings come and go, and my wolves are NOT about to drop everything they have for some person they don’t know who happened to be their true mate. In fact, Channie is the only one who believes in them. The mates issue is a bit complex if we think about it over each of the Chan’s, but on a general idea, the mates are not exclusive for the guys, and I’ll probably make a tmi on the boys at some point, but Chan met his mate and it didn’t work out, for example. Mates go further than the marking, btw, mates are a special, cosmic bond. Marks are just that, marks.

And talking about that, we do not vibe with marks. The original folklore states marks as the way a wolf has to claim their partner as theirs and keep away others, especially from an alpha, and they’re supposed to go both ways, so marks between human/wolf, for example wouldn’t be possible. There’s also two marks.

The first bonding mark is generally given during sex between mates and heals, and the second one in front of the pack (there’s a whole social status thing involved here but were not touching that yet) and its permanent. Also marks are literal WOLF BITES so no, they’re neither small nor cute. Just look at these teethies and picture the scar in a neck-shoulder. That’s your bonding mark.

(they're cute tho I uwuuu)

What I’ve been reading around in fanfics and seeing around is that bots have been mated and claimed with marks, which is ok if you’re into that. My chan’s, though, find physical marks archaic, possessive and toxic. And honestly I personally do too.

You may have noticed by now that even though the boys are quite possessive, they’re never trying to scare away others and their sole way of marking is love marks that heal eventually and scenting. Permanent marks are a nono.

They will NOT mark anyone as their mate. Especially Channie plz he’s baby.

This is a personal decision and it does not mean that marking is RIGHT or WRONG. I just personally see marking bites as marking your partner with fire or something and I dislike the idea a lot.

ALRIGHT I THINK THAT’S ABOUT IT FOR TODAY I FEEL LIKE I WROTE TOO MUCH ALREADY??? Feel free to ask questions or request certain topics! I think next topics will be Social Structure, Skills and maybe Self control or Moon Cycles.

If you read all of this WOW CONGRATS??? I LOVE YOU EXTRA MUAH

One question I got on the asks was “since their fur color seems to correspond with their hair color, what happens if they dye their hair?”

Nothing happens babe! When they’re half turned they will have really funny colorful hair, but when they fully turn their fur stays the same! hehe Don’t worry, Chan won’t be a clown red wolf heh

OK BYE MUAH MUAH

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[vonnyphant]

To Blog or Not to Blog?

“You should start a diary and write about your experiences. It may help people going through the same thing.”

Honestly? If there’s one thing I discovered about this diagnosis, it’s that it makes me pretty damn selfish. I don’t want to help other people (not just yet, anyway). But putting some thoughts down about this time in my life may be of some sort of therapeutic value, and I do want to help myself. 

(Maybe for once, saving the world can wait. Do you remember how, soon after the pandemic hit, people stopped avoiding plastic and single-use items? When your health is at risk, suddenly rainforests and polar bears and the planet are deprioritised- not that anyone will admit to this. But this is my diary and I can say what I want!* Writing for myself it is.)

Having established my less-than-Mother-Theresa-like reasons for this blog, my conscience cleared, it’s time to start. This is where the Lifetime movie shows me, in a half daze, mellowed out on drugs while they sew a mediport into my chest to start administering chemicals. A fast lane to my bloodstream. A docking station. The soundtrack? Hopefully ‘Across The Universe’ by the Beatles (possibly Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. If I get a say in it, I veto The Walrus) Time to pump this body full of drugs that’ll make my hair fall out. 

Wait, what?

Voice Over: “Yep. That’s me. You’re probably wondering what I am doing here…” //record scratch - freeze frame - fast rewind to the psychedelic outtro of A Day In The Life//

Two months ago, during rub-a-dub-in-the-tub (less naughty than it sounds, was just washing myself), my mind inexplicably went to an episode of Beverly Hills 90210, s1 (aired in 1992- yes, I am that old), where Brenda Walsh has a breast cancer scare. I say inexplicably, because my usual shower fantasies do not include Ms Shannon Doherty - if I was going to pick a shower lady, I’d opt for Charlize Theron, Kiera Knightly or Winona Ryder in their short-hair phases, but that is neither here nor there. 

Say what you want for 90s television- weird outfits and ponytails notwithstanding, in their AfterSchoolSpecial PSA way, they dedicated a whole scene to the girls giving themselves a breast exam, including how-to instructions**, and eventhough I was only 11 years old when I saw it, I remembered what to do, and for the last 30 years, every now and then I have randomly carried it out while wondering how I always preferred Brandon over Dylan and how my tastes have changed over time.

But this time - my hand actually found something.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself down the same way I did after finding spots on my skin, lumps on my head and every time I sneezed since covid-19; by telling myself to fucking snap out of my hypochondria tendencies. One cannot go to the doctor every damn day after all. Breast tissue is pretty lumpy and I assumed it was just imaginary. I made an appointment to see a therapist, and  put it out of my mind until a few weeks later, when one of the kids came crashing down on me (literally) and faceplanted in my boob (as they do). 

Now this always hurts af, but it just hurt that little more that day, so that I grabbed the appendage in question and went “WHAT THE--!” And I felt it again- the lump, more defined than a few weeks before. 

Cue a lot more freaking out than the first time, and after a sleepless night, imagining what my funeral would look like (as one does), I decided to go to the gynocologist the same day or risk never to sleep again.

After a long wait and an ultrasound, my doctor assured me that while there really was a mass, it had every indication of being benign. We should keep an eye on it. If I was worried, I could schedule a second screening, but would not likely get an appointment before April. I scheduled one and tried to focus on preparing our first lockdown Christmas. 

But over the holidays, the lump started hurting, even when I wasn’t poking it or having a kid catapult themselves into my chest. I’d be Netflix and Chilling, and suddenly - ZAP - like someone stuck a hot needle into it. Repeatedly. My nipple would go numb or start tingling like a bodypart that fell asleep. It freaked me out, and in the new year, I realised I couldn’t wait until April - I had to get it checked out again or I may worry myself to death.

My gynocologist did another ultrasound and again, told me not to worry. I told her it was way too late for that as I had been worried for weeks, and I wanted the thing biopsied (they gave Brenda Walsh one too, after all! It’s the only way to be 100% sure). She referred me to the hospital. At the description of my symptoms, I could come directly, and the radiologist told me in no unclear terms: “I will not let you leave this room until we draw blood and take several biopsies.” Okay- not exactly what one wants to hear at that point, but at the same time, I figured knowing would be better than guessing by the shape of it.

Test results took a week. I went in, being prepared to be told (like Brenda) it was a harmless clump of random cells or a cyst we could have removed like a wart. Only it wasn’t. It was breast cancer, an aggressive, fast-growing kind, and had I waited until April, that could have had disastrous consequences.

While the doctor explained we now needed to determine the scope of the spread and take more tissue to determine what kind of chemo (if any) could be applied, all my 2020-PTSD brain could think was: 

“.............of course”. 

Didn’t hear much of what she said afterwards.

Another harrowing 4 days went by, with a CT screening with contrast solutions that gave me an intense stomach ache as well as a migraine, and finally, a fully rounded diagnosis and treatment advice could be made. 

Thankfully, all my organs as well as lymphnodes were clear, so it appears to be a localised tumor. And here we are - to fight this thing with chemicals and then cut out whatever is left. Genetics testing to see about the likelihood of a recurrency (and a possible double mastectomy if so - ‘pulling an Angelina Jolie’, ‘not saving the tatas’, insert ‘Think About It meme’...can’t have breast cancer if you don’t have breasts! THINK ABOUT IT***). 

Chances are good. I need to cling to that while I wait for this port and treatment to start. I have accepted the inevitable hair loss, have scheduled a ritual ‘crazy hair cutting party’ with my kids for this weekend (as I would rather shave it off in one go than clean up clumps and strands over the course of weeks and look like Gollum), and I have sewn several funny little hats for inside wear and ‘going out’ (though where will I be going in pandemic, idk). 

I was going to end this post on a light and happy note - but I must admit my confidence just took a really big hit in real time, as I googled how to spell Shannon’s last name for this blog entry and found out that she was treated for breast cancer in 2015, initially succesfully, but it reappeared metastasized in 2020 (again: ‘of course...when else’) and she is now in stage IV. Fuck 2020.

What are the odds that the woman whose character made me discover my own breast cancer is now, in fact, dying of the same disease? This will surely haunt me for a long time to come.

More tomorrow? Or soon? It may take a while. Until then: outro to It’s Getting Better.

*also for the record I would like to state that I’ve sewn my own masks from upcycled pillowcases and continued using fruit- and vegetable nets to avoid plastic; maybe that makes up for me being utterly selfish at the moment. Karma +1?

** https://youtu.be/pkgYXITkrfw (the scene from BH 90210)

***cis men / trans women without breasts can also get breast cancer (even though it’s rare) so this meme doesn’t really hold up, but that’s the whole point of the meme ;)

[fandomgirlz01]

Daddy’s Coming Baby Pt. 1

Frankie “Catfish” Morales X Reader

Imagine on my fandom instagram?: No

Prompt?: No

Request?: No

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 4,973

Ko-fi

Masterlist

Warnings here

You can listen to the story be read out loud here.

Post Date: October 6th 2022

Post Time: 10: 50 pm

Summary:  When Frankie gets a phone call from his wife while at work he at first thinks nothing about it before smiling and answering. What happens when it’s not the reader on the other side of the phone, but his crying scared daughter? 

PSA: Again I do not know Spanish or it’s dialects. I used google translate and some of what I or Nat {Editor} did know or what I have read in other fics. I only know solo se un poco, so if I have anything wrong at all please please let me know and I will fix it. I am in no way trying to offend anyone by the Spanish that is in this Fic.

Please refrain from stealing our work, thank you and please enjoy!!

Y/n’s Pov: 

♪ Love me tender, love me sweet

Never let me go

You have made my life complete

And I love you so ♪

I hum along to Elvis’ Love Me Tender as I cut up some vegetables to go with the chicken that I am making for my and Frankie’s dinner. Once they’re cut up I dance around as I scoop them up and put them into the pot. Next I take the nuggets out of the freezer and lay some out on the pan before putting them into the oven for Eloise’s dinner. I turn to the table where Eloise sits coloring. 

“Isey, baby, come dance with mama,” I tell my baby girl as I saunter over to her and pick her up. 

We dance around and she giggles when I lay a bunch of kisses all over her cheeks. We continued to dance for quite a while and just goof off. 

“You know baby, this song makes me think of daddy,” I tell her and she perks up on my hip. 

“Really?! Why do it make you think of daddy?” she asks and giggles when I tickle her tummy. 

I smile at her before I sing the next line that’s coming up with Elvis. She again giggles as I spin us around and before coming to a stop to sing the last bit while swaying. 

♪ Love me tender, love me true

All my dreams fulfilled

For my darling I love you

And I always will ♪

“Well, because just as the song says, daddy has fulfilled all of my dreams, baby,” I tell her and she gives me a confused look. 

“What deams, mama? How can daddy make deams come true?” she asks in confusion and I laugh lightly until I hear the timer go off. 

I quickly set her back down before rushing over to turn the timer off. After it’s off, I check the steamed vegetables and turn the burner off. 

“Well, he made me your mama, didn’t he? And he’s mama’s best friend. He completes my whole world,” I tell her and she gives me another confused look before shrugging then goes back to her coloring. 

I stand by the stove, humming and swaying. Every now and then, I look back at Eloise only to shake my head at how adorable she looks. She colors and hums along to the song like me, but her tongue sticks out in her intense laser-focused look. 

“Mama, when is daddy gonna be home?” she asks as she looks up at me from her coloring. 

“He should be home in an hour or two, baby,” I answer her question as I look away from the food cooking for a moment to look over at the clock on the wall and she grins. 

“When he is, can we all dance to-geter?” she asks, making me grin as I walk over to her and bend down to her to give her chubby little cheek a pinch before kissing it. 

“Of course we can, sweetie, but if daddy’s too tired we have to be ok with that, ok?” I ask her and she sheepishly nods at me before I walk back over to the counter. 

♪ Love me tender, love me long

Take me to your heart

For it's there that I belong

And we'll never part ♪

“What did you draw there, baby?” I ask my daughter as I take a moment away from the stove to look at her drawing. 

“It's you, me, an daddy. When you help me to blow out my canles,” she tells me and I smile fondly at the memory. 

I take a moment to think over the memory of her sixth birthday a few weeks ago as I continue to sing and dance around as I go back to cooking dinner. I’m quickly pulled out of my mind as the doorbell goes off and I quickly reach down and put the boiler on simmer. 

“Mama’s going to answer the door, ok baby? You stay here and don’t touch the stove,” I tell her and she nods as she just keeps drawing with her tongue still out to the side. 

♪ Love me tender, love me true

All my dreams fulfilled

For my darling I love you

And I always will ♪

Love Me Tender continues to play in the background as I grab a rag and start wiping my hands off. I shove the rag into the pocket of my apron before unlocking the door and opening it. When I see who’s standing outside, my eyes widen and I quickly try to shut the door. 

“What are you doing here! Leave now!” I yell at our old handy man as I try to hold the door closed and I quickly turn my head to Eloise. 

“Let me in, Mary!!” he yells and Eloise looks at me with wide eyes. 

“Isey! Baby quick, grab mama’s phone and go hide. Call daddy!” I shout out to my daughter as I struggle against our old handyman Hector to get the door closed. 

She jumps off her chair before grabbing my phone and as she runs past me, she lets out a little gasp when she sees Hector. He overpowers me and I go flying back as the door slams into the wall behind it. Eloise lets out a scream before she runs off and disappears down the hallway as he saunters into the house. 

♪ Love me tender, love me dear

Tell me you are mine

I'll be yours, through all the years

'Til the end of time ♪

I groan as I roll over, getting up onto my hands and knees and try to crawl away from him. He comes up behind me and I gasp as he grabs my hair, pulling me up to my feet. He drags me to the kitchen and I fight at his arm. 

He slams me up against the counter and I grab onto one of the pots. I swing it around and he yells, jumping away from me when the hot water hits him. He rubs at his eyes for a moment and I try to run away. 

♪ Love me tender, love me true

All my dreams fulfilled

For my darling I love you

And I always will ♪

He quickly recovers and grabs my hair again, pulling me back. I get slammed to the counter and he pulls me along it. The radio falls to the ground along with many other items and breaks before he’s pulling me up to him. 

“Where’s the girl? Huh?” he asks me and I gasp as he pulls my hair tighter. 

When he breathes on me I can tell he’s drunk, that’s why almost seven years ago we had fired him. He was always drunk and telling me inappropriate things. Frankie’s last straw was when Hector had told me I looked like his late wife. 

He then continued to smack me as he told me vile things. Frankie came home that day and was livid that he had hit me, so Frankie fired him. 

“I’ll never tell you…” I growl out and he tsks at me, clicking his tongue. 

“If you won’t tell me, I guess I’ll just have to find her, but first let’s have a little fun… Mary…” he whispers out and a chill goes down my back when he calls me by his late wife’s name again.  

“Hector! I’m not Mary. You have to believe me!” I yell out at him as he starts pulling me to the stairs. 

“Shut up, Mary! I don’t want to hear it. Stop, you're lying!” he yells at me as we make our way to the master bedroom and I let out a whimper as he throws me to the ground. 

“I promise you Hector, I am not lying. I’m really not Mary!” I tell him and I let out a scream as he kicks my leg. 

“Stop lying to me!” he shouts and I cover my stomach as I nod. 

“Ok… I’m sorry. Please just don’t hurt me,” I whimper out in fear. 

Frankie’s Pov:

“Hey, Frank, your phone keeps going off up here,” My coworker Danny shouts out from above the car I’m working on. 

“Ok. I’m coming, I’m coming,” I reply as I slowly start to slide out from under the car. 

After sliding out, I carefully get up off the creeper so it won’t roll out from under me. Once standing, I grab my rag to wipe the oil and grime off my hands. I reach over and grab my still ringing phone. I smile when I see that it’s my wife calling me and I answer. 

“Hia, baby,” I answer, but frown when I hear a small whimper. 

“Daddy…” I hear my daughter's scared voice and my heart leaps to my throat. 

“Eloise? What’s wrong, mija?” I quickly ask and Danny looks up at me with a questioning look. 

“Papi… mama’s hurt…” she whispers out and my heart leaps again. 

“What do you mean mama’s hurt, sweetie?” I ask her as I look at Danny and she hiccups as if crying. 

“Honey… you need to tell daddy what’s going on…” I prompt her and she lets out a light sob. 

“Mama told me to hide. I did…” she whispers out with a sniffle following. 

“Isey, baby. Why did mama tell you to hide?” I ask her and Danny now comes over to stand next to me placing a hand on my shoulder. 

“A man came over. Mama yelled at him to leaf and he yelled back, called her Mary. Mama said to take her pone, call you and hide… He pushed mama and I ran!” Eloise explains through tears and I start to panic, making Danny quickly start asking what’s going on. 

“Baby. Where are you now?” I ask my daughter and Danny perks up at the question. 

“I’m under my bed… daddy I’m scared… mama’s screaming…” she whispers out and Danny who has now picked up on what’s going on starts to move around, grabbing my stuff for me. 

“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s coming. I’ll be there in a few minutes, ok?” I ask her as calmly as I can so she won’t be as scared. 

“Ok, daddy…” she whimpers out and my heart sinks even farther. 

“Just stay on the phone with Papi, ok bebé?” I ask her and she sniffles again as I shimmy out of my work overalls. 

“Ok, daddy. I will,” she agrees and I nod proudly before pulling the phone away from my ear, covering the speaker as Danny comes back with my stuff. 

“Danny, call 911. Tell them my address. I’m going home,” I tell my coworker, he nods as he hands me my stuff and I shove it all in my pocket as he pulls his phone out. 

“I’ll tell the boss why you left early too. Don’t even clock out, I can do that for you too. Just go get home to your girls,” Danny tells me as he reaches out to take my work overalls from me and I nod before bolting out of the garage. 

“Cariño? Was I the first one you called?” I ask and she lets out a small ‘Hmm’, making me sigh. 

“Eloise. Listen very closely to daddy, ok?” I ask her and wait with bated breath for her to answer. 

“Ok…” she whimpers again. 

“I know I told you to stay on the phone with me, but I have to call uncle Santi, ok? I want you to keep the phone on silent and very, very close, so when I call back you can answer me, ok?” I explain as carefully as I can so she’ll understand. 

“Ok, daddy,” she replies quietly and I nod. 

“Ok. Daddy’s going to call uncle Santi. I need you to be daddy’s strong little girl, ok?” I ask her and I jump when I hear banging in the background. 

“Ok, Papi. I be so strong…” she whispers out and I proudly nod. 

“Ok. I’m coming, ok baby?” I promise her one last time before I hang up. 

As I dial Santi, I can only imagine her hugging her little catfish that the guys got her when she was born as a joke, but it actually became her favorite stuffed animal. She’s probably hugging it tightly and sucking her finger, she tends to do that still. I hit a red light and groan in frustration as worried angry tears well up in my eyes. 

I swallow thickly to shove down the tears as the phone rings for a moment more. Then I hear the click of him answering and I let out a light sigh. 

“Hey, fish. What’s up?” Santi asks as he picks up the phone. 

“Can you get the guys and get to my house quick?” I quickly rush out and he chuckles. 

“Sure I can, but why? Are you having issues again? I thought you had work at the shop today? You know-” he starts to ramble and I sigh, shaking my head. 

“No. Eloise just f***in called me on y/n’s phone. She’s scared. Hector broke in…” I rudely cut him off, yelling out when I hit another red light. 

“Oh… well, that’s not what I thought it was… Wait, isn't Hector the old handyman?” he mutters in shock and I groan again. 

“Yes, he is. We hired him back when I was still going through the divorce stuff with Maria after getting back from that last trip. Right before the year y/n had found out she was having Eloise… Then we relied on you guys when I wasn’t able to be home…” I explain to him as I stop at a red light and rub my face. 

As I rub my face, I think over the last eight years. Life was so different after divorcing Maria. When I got back from the trip to Colombia with y/n and the guys, Maria gave me the divorce papers. 

As we started the work of separating, Y/n, or Sweet Pea, as the boys call her for her being super cute, cuddly and the baby of our group, but also because she’s one super fierce woman, willing to fight back at any point, was there for every part of it supporting me in the separation from my first wife. With years of knowing each other, we soon realized that we had feelings for one another, feelings that had been there for a while. Then the next year after my messy divorce, we got married. Y/n became stepmother to my first daughter Camila and only a year later, we’re having my second daughter Eloise.

Those two years before Eloise was born is when Hector worked for us. He was the handyman y/n would call when I was at work, me still being a pilot at this time seeing as I had got my license back, and couldn’t get it done. Once I officially stopped flying to work at the shop, I found out only a few days later that he hit my wife and I immediately fired him. 

I was able to do most of the work around home after that. If I wasn’t home at times, she would call Pope or one of the other guys she knew wasn’t working so that Hector would have no reason to be around anymore. 

“Fish, you there, buddy?” Pope asks and effectively breaks me out of my thoughts. 

“Please... Just get the guys and get to my house,” I growl out in anger as I tap my fingers on the steering wheel while waiting for the light. 

“Yeah. Ok man, we’ll be there. I’ll call the guys up now,” he agrees and I sigh as the light turns green. 

“Thanks, man. I’ll see you guys there. I’m going to call Isey back. I promised her I would,” I tell him and he lets out a small ‘Hmm’ before hanging up. 

I quickly redial my wife’s number and anxiously wait for my daughter to pick up. It takes a few minutes before I hear her little voice. 

“Papi…” she whispers into her end.

“Yeah, mija. It’s me. It’s daddy. I’m almost there, ok? Uncle Santi is on his way with Uncle Will and Uncle Benny, ok?” I tell her as I continue to drive past the speed limit. 

“Ok, daddy. I’m still scared…” she whispers out and I nod even though she can’t see it. 

“I know, mija. I know. I promise you and mama will be ok,” I try to soothe her and it seems to work even just the slightest when she goes quiet. 

“Do you want to listen to Evermore, mija?” I ask her about her favorite song from the real life Beauty and the Beast, her favorite Disney movie, in hopes it will calm her. 

“Yes, please,” she whispers out and I smile slightly at the fact that my daughter still has manners even when she’s freaked out. 

“Ok mija, turn the volume on the phone down a bit,” I tell her as I pull out her CD and put it into the player. 

The CD starts to play where it left off last time we played it and I quickly search through the songs for Evermore. The song starts to play and I continue to drive as quickly as I can, before I know it I’m pulling up at my house. 

“Isey I just pulled up. I'm going to wait for Uncle Santi then someone will come get you ok?” I ask her and she lets out a small quiet ‘ok’. 

I hang up as I quietly park my car and get out, but I impatiently wait for the guys for a few minutes before Santi’s truck pulls up. The guys all pile out of the truck before coming up to me. 

“Fish, man. We’re here,” Benny says as he comes up to me and claps me on the shoulder. 

“Do you know what’s going on inside?” Pope asks and I shake my head. 

“I got here maybe a minute or two ago,” I tell him and he nods. 

“Did you call 911?” Will asks and I nod. 

“Yeah I had Danny do it as I was leaving the shop,” I explain and they all nod. 

“Ok. Let’s head in quickly. Frankie, you go find Isey and get her the hell out of there. Me, Will and Benny are going in. Once the police get here, tell them what’s going on,” Pope explains to us as he points at each of us and we all nod. 

“No way, Santi. Let Benny get Eloise. I want to be there to get him away from my wife,” I fight back and Pope shakes his head crossing his arms. 

“Will you be able to hold off from killing him?” he calmly asks me and I huff. 

“No. I am most definitely killing him if he’s touched her,” I growl out and Pope nods. 

“And that is why you are going for Isey. She’ll come out for her daddy anyway,” he explains and I pause as I think it over.  

“You're right. I’ll go get Isey, but please take that f***er out,” I ask him and he solemnly nods at me. 

“Of course, man. Just go get your daughter. We’ll get your wife, ok?” he asks and I slowly nod at him. 

“Ok, boys, keep quiet,” Pope orders as we all quietly make our way up to the door.

Once at the door, we see that it’s wide open with the handle in the wall as if it swung into the wall really hard. I gulp and all the guys pat my back before we continue into my house. When we get farther in, there’s a clear sign of a struggle taking place with some of the stuff that once sat on the kitchen counter now on the floor, broken. 

We all slowly and quietly head up the stairs. Once we make it to the top, I quickly vear off from the guys and move to Eloise’s room. The guys continue towards mine and my wife’s room as I step into the room. 

“Isey, honey. It’s ok you can come out now baby,” I quietly call out to my daughter. 

I wait a moment before I see her slide out from underneath the bed holding -you guessed it- her catfish doll. I smile slightly at her and hold my arms open for her as I nod when she falters for a moment. She then comes over to me slowly before slamming into my arms and I wrap mine around her. 

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you out of here,” I tell her quietly as I pick her up. 

“Where’s mama?” she asks before putting her thumb in her mouth and I don’t have the heart to pull it away right now. 

“Uncle Santi, Uncle Will and Uncle Benny are getting her right now. She’ll be ok,” I promise my daughter even though I’m not really sure of it myself. 

I quickly and quietly start to carry her out keeping her head held close to my shoulder. We walk out of her room and down the stairs before heading outside to the front of the house. Just as we make it out two cop cars pull up and the cops -three men and the other a woman- get out. 

“Hi sir, we got a call about a break in?” One of the officers asks me and I nod still holding on to Eloise. 

“Umm, yeah. Our old handyman Hector Dane broke in while I was at work, only my wife and daughter were home. As far as I’m aware, he’s still in there. My buddy’s from my time in the special forces are in there,” I explain to the officers and they nod as they unclip their guns. 

“We’ll go in and help get the guy. You and your daughter stay out here, ok?” The lady officer asks and I nod. 

They quickly leave and head inside and everything goes quiet. Me and Eloise wait outside with bated breath as time feels like it’s slowed down. 

“Daddy. Is mommy really gonna be ok?” Eloise asks as she pulls away from me to look at my face. 

“Yes baby. Your Uncles are in there and so are the police. Everything will be ok,” I tell her and she nods with tears filling her beautiful little eyes. 

She starts to cry and I quickly jump into daddy mode as I try to sooth her. I pull her to me again and she keeps her catfish over my shoulder as she puts her other thumb back into her mouth. I slowly start to rub soothing circles into her back and rock us in hopes of soothing her even more. 

“It’s ok, mija. You're ok. Daddy’s right here. It’s going to be over real soon,” I promise her as I continue to rock back and forth with her. 

I rock her for maybe ten minutes before an ambulance pulls up next to the cop cars. A paramedic gets out and gives me a light sympathetic smile. Time doesn’t seem to pass very quickly as we continue to wait on anything from inside the house. 

It’s another few minutes before we hear a gun fire a few times and on instinct I quickly duck down, keeping Eloise shielded. My heart speeds up again as I start to panic and everything goes quiet except for Eloise’s whimpers as she nuzzles into my neck. I stand back up and I hold her closer as I try to stay calm as time seems to pass in slow motion. 

Santi rushes out of the house, carrying my unconscious wife and I sigh a little bit in relief to see that she’s still breathing. He rushes her over to the ambulance and lays her down on the stretcher as the police walk out. 

“Papi… is mama ok?” Eloise quizzes me and I kiss her cheek lightly. 

“I don’t know baby,” I tell her honestly as I hold her tighter. 

The police walk over to the paramedics at the ambulance and talk with one of them before the paramedic nods her head. The paramedic grabs a bag and walks into our house as Santi comes over to me.

“I got Isey, man. Go with y/n,” Santi says as he reaches out to my daughter. 

She pulls back and looks at me for confirmation. I nod at her and she smiles softly before giving my cheek a kiss. 

“Hi, Isey. You're gonna come home with me, ok?” Santi coos at her before asking her and she nods. 

“Ok, Uncie Santi,” she agrees as she lays her head against his shoulder, putting her finger in her mouth.

“Ok. I’m gonna go with mama, ok mija?” I ask her and she nods before dropping her catfish. 

I bend down and pick it up before handing it to the Pope. I raise an eyebrow at him when I see his knuckles are red and split up. He takes the catfish and gives me a sheepish look. 

“So I kinda lost it on him…” Pope says and I give him an amused smile. 

“Oh so I couldn’t go in cause I’d lose it, but you lose it?” I lightly joke with him and he shakes his head. 

“I stopped before it was drastically bad, but when we walked in, he…” he pauses as he looks down at Eloise.

“I’ll tell you about it later. Go, be with your wife,” he continues after a moment and I nod. 

“Thank you. Really, I owe you, hermano {brother},” I tell him and he shakes his head.

“You don’t owe me nothin’, man. We’re familia and that’s what familia does. Tú eres mi hermano {You’re my brother} and Sweet Pea is my hermana {Sister}. I’d do anything for you guys,” he tells me and I smile what I hope to look like a gracious smile at him before patting him on the back.

“Will said he’d stay here and clean up a bit,” he tells me and I nod. 

“Tell him I said thanks,” I tell him and he nods. 

“Be good for uncle Santi, yeah Isey?” I ask my daughter and she gives me a doe-eyed look as she nods. 

“I’ll come get you as soon as I can. I love you, mija,” I tell her as I give her a kiss on her cheek and she smiles sleepily at me. 

I nod proudly at her before looking back at Pope, who gives me a light reassuring smile. He then readjusts Eloise on his hip before turning and starting to walk away. 

“Bye, daddy!” Eloise calls out as she blows me a kiss and I smile before pretending to catch it. 

I blow one back to her and send her a small wave before one of the officers walks up to me. She gives me a small smile that almost seems apologetic. 

“Sir, I know you probably want to be with your wife right now, so just give me your number and I’ll contact you about asking some other questions a little later tonight,” she tells me as she pulls a notepad from her pocket along with a pen and hands it to me. 

“Ok. Thank you so much, officer,” I reply as I take the notepad, writing my name and number down. 

“You're very welcome, sir. Only here to serve. You're good to go for now. I’ll see you a little later,” the officer tells me with another soft smile as she puts the notepad back into her pocket. 

She walks off first and I let out a sigh before walking over to the ambulance. The paramedic smiles at me before he continues to give my wife whatever medical attention that she needs. 

“You the husband?” he asks and I nod. 

“Come on in, then. We’re just about ready to leave,” he tells me as he gesticulates a wave for me to come into the ambulance. 

I silently nod before hopping up into the ambulance. I sit down next to him and let out a hiss before tears make way to my eyes as I now fully see my wife. She has bruises already forming on her and I can’t help but gulp when I can clearly make out his hand marked in red around her neck. 

“Can I… can I hold her hand?” I ask and he nods lightly before I reach out to grab it. 

“She has a broken left arm, and a few bruises. She should be fine, we just want to take her in to make sure there’s no internal damage,” he explains and I nod in understanding. 

The rest of the drive is silent except for y/n’s heart monitor that keeps a steady beat and the sirens on the ambulance. It gives me some peace of mind that her heart is still beating in the right rhythm. Before I know it, we’re pulling up at the hospital and the paramedic is starting to get out. 

I get out along with him and follow as he gets y/n’s stretcher out before pushing her into the E.R. A nurse comes over and the paramedic gives her a short summary of what’s going on. She nods before taking y/n’s stretcher from him. 

“Don’t worry, sir. We’ll take good care of your wife,” she tells me as we walk back to a room. 

“Thank you,” I tell her with a small nod of appreciation as I follow her throughout the E. R. 

The nurse nods as we continue back to a room. They run a few tests before letting me know that the doctor should be in soon. After I nod at them they both leave me in the room with her and I reach out grabbing onto her hand again as I settle in for the night. 

To Be Continued…

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how would got7 confess? also ur work is the best :*

Aww thank you anon ! 💕

Mark = Will be scared of rejection so it’s going to take a while before he confesses. Once he sets his mind he choses to do something simple; a fancy restaurant and candle and roses will only make it sound official and he doesn’t want to feel the pressure. Will not stutter and just throw a quick “I like/love you” Is probably dying on the inside but hides it well. There is no way he will not have the brightest smile afterwards. Will add holding hands to prove his point. He is the type to confess at the strangest time. What do you mean he can’t confess when his S/O is at the hospital for a bad stomachache? Just watch him. 12% romanticism, 88% sincerity

Jaebeom = Red alert he is freaking out please don’t make him look vulnerable he can’t handle it. Will probably be so obvious the person won’t be surprised “you knew ???” Is going to prepare so much in his head wow he is a genius he will write a song and then sing it to you before confessing in the most beautiful way. Reality : “Did I tell you how yesterday’s meal got me constipated?” Will end up confessing once his S/O gets tired and forces him to speak. “Jaebeom you kissed me two times already what is your problem?”. 50% Cuteness, 49% goofiness, 1% bowel movements.

Jackson = “PSA I AM INLOVE WITH YOU SHOULD I CALL THE LOCAL NEWS”. Messages, letters, pictures, poems, songs, SKYWRITING. If they don’t know by now then they’re stupid. Most likely to change his social media bio into “I LOVE S/O/N” Most comfortable but also creepiest we get it Jackson you’re in love. No hesitation, he has it all planned in the weirdest way. Anxious ++++. Most likely to ask for the same level of love in exchange if they don’t send him a message at least every 18mins about how they love him back then they don’t love him. Will not be able to keep it to himself he has to externalise or HE WILL EXPLODE. 0% self-control, 300% Passion.

Jinyoung = Comes up with a plan. Tries to be a smartass but will end up being as embarrassed as everyone else. If they even show the tiniest smirk during his confession he will FIGHT. “NO LISSEN TO ME” Says it once and heaven forbid they don’t hear him. Wants to be romantic but then decides to be edgy and raw. “I like/love you and I can’t stop thinking about you but please if you don’t feel the same let me know also I will make you go crazy before i say it again so print that moment into your empty head- anyways. that’s it” Doesn’t know what to do with himself when did he become SO WEAK, EW. 10% conflicted, 10% Scary, 50% Vulnerable, 20% Tsundere, 0,1% romanticism the rest is him trying to be cute but failing you make the count.

Youngjae = “I will send subliminal messages until you understand if you don’t i will keep watching from a distance in hope you read in my eyes that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Will do nothing unless he receives a little push. You know that person who stares and you don’t know if they’re attracted or a creep? That’s Youngjae. Tries to act cute but really he is so subtle there’s no way anyone can guess. Will confess once his S/O thinks he is a weirdo. “No i’m just in love with you and I don’t know how to be a normal person.” Ends up sending a text message instead. 80% Passive, 10% intense giggles, 10% “Please help me i’m suffering”

Bambam = “I’m in love with you when are you moving in with me.” EXTRA. Will confess because he’s bad with this shit. Ends up feeling nauseous so makes it super short and clear. Memes his way in their heart. “What do you mean you didn’t knew after I sent you three pictures of my nostrils and offered you an ice-cream?” He needs to prove his love and he will do so in the most CONFUSING WAYS. Is nothing but a shy baby who uses humour to hide his vulnerability. if they laugh along he considers his job DONE. Most likely to do a victory dance. Feels way better once he is done and promises he will never do it again. Confesses again the next day because he is too whipped. NO PRIDE TAKE EVERYTHING HE WILL SPOIL to prove his point “who cares about diamonds if i get to see you twerk on my face everyday” 100% Extra, 100% weirdo, 100% crazy, 100% FUN. “Will you dab-y me *winks*” oh and 100% cute.

Yugyeom = STOP EVERYTHING HE IS IN LOVE AND HE DOESNT KNOW WHAT TO DO. Googles “how to confess.” ends up watching videos of puppies eating cookies. Curses, whines, calls Bambam for advices, receives horrible advices, gives up. Ends up confessing at the most random moment. Can’t hide his embarrassment. BLUSH ++++++, Pterodactyl screeching ++++, Second most likely to do a victory dance. Will never stop sending loving words once he’s done. “wow it was surprisingly easy I knew it He he he.” Acts tough but he almost had a heart attack. Doesn’t think love is easy so will probably not do it again. “Love is scary.” 1% confidence,  100% A-DO-RA-BLE, 10000% “I am best boy.” 

Aren’t these getting weirder and weirder lol

[theseductresslife]

PSA: Get Ready For The Twitter Changes

If you do not follow Amberly Rothfield or haven’t read this tweet/thread, follow her and read this: Twitter’s New Terms of Service - Going Into Effect Jan 2020

So what does this mean for sex workers exactly? Some are saying that it’s time to jump ship because now that Twitter is openly admitting that they will shadowban, it means that mass deletion [of sex workers] will be their next move. Others are saying that the sky isn’t falling and there’s no need to worry because Twitter won’t delete us en masse. 

My verdict? Do NOT wait for the sky to fucking fall.  Do NOT put or keep all of your eggs in one basket especially if that basket is called SOCIAL MEDIA.

Social media sites and apps are notoriously known for using sex workers for the traffic that we bring in and then give us the boot one they become mainstream and they no longer need us. Every popular cash app became successful this way on the back of sex workers. 

But that’s a story for another day. 

My point is do NOT be surprised if sometime next year Twitter begins deleting sex workers/adult content from it’s platform. I’m not saying it’s going to happen with 100% certainty, what I am saying is don’t be surprised IF it does happen because based on what I’m seeing - it’s only a matter of time. Look at what’s happening over on Instagram. 

So what do you do about this? Do you need to do anything about this? Well, it depends on how many “baskets” you already have in place: 

If you don’t have a website - you need to get one, NOW. Think of having a website as the difference between renting and owning. On social media we “rent” space (because we don’t own the platform) but we “own” our websites.  Your website doesn’t have to be perfect. You literally just need a place that your clients, customers, etc can go to in order to find you. If you already have a website, make sure that it’s SEO friendly. You want your website to be the first listing that appears in search engines when client/customers google your name or any other relative phrases. 

Do you have an email list? If you do, begin pushing it more heavily so that those that are following you can sign up. Instead of only announcing it every once and a while, begin announcing it DAILY or at the very least a  few times a week (depending on how often you post on Twitter) If you don’t have an email list - start one - NOW. In fact, if you can only focus on one of these tasks - the website or the email list, concentrate on the email list for now and worry about the website later. You can always send a mass email informing your clients of your website.  If you’re having problems getting customers to sign up for your email list. Offer something for free. A free photoset, video, 10 free minutes on cam, whatever that fits into your niche. Just make sure that you have some kind of “bait” that will entice them to sign up for your email list. 

If you are an online sex worker and you use Twitter as your main advertising platform to make money, I recommend in addition to creating your email list that you also join an adult friendly “subscriber” based platform such as AVN stars or Onlyfans. That way if/when Twitter pulls the rug from underneath us, your entire income won’t go with it. I’ve seen it happen to girls before. It’s not pretty.  In addition to that you may also want to have a Telegram or a KIK group. Promote your username and get as many followers as you can to sign up and join your group so that you will have another platform that you can make announcements/updates from in case Twitter kicks us off. 

The million dollar question: Should we go ahead and delete our Twitter? FUCK NO. Personally I plan on staying on Twitter until the ship sinks. I plan on squeezing every drop I can. However because of these changes, I want to make sure that I have a life vest and a lifeboat at the ready for when the ship begins to take on water because I do believe that it’s only a matter of time. 

The thousand dollar question: Should I create a backup Twitter? Yes. HOWEVER your business plan should NOT depend on that backup account or Twitter for that matter. Based on what I’ve been seeing, even sex workers that make a “vanilla”/sfw account are more likely to end up having that account shadow banned or deleted anyway because they are following and interacting with other sex worker/adult accounts that have already been flagged by Twitter. Eventually it’s only a matter of time before the account you’re interacting with gets shadow banned and then it will trickle down to you. The only way I can conceive that may keep you from being shadow banned is that you can’t interact with any sexwork/adult accounts which makes no sense because....you’re a sexworker. 

I also recommend that you join Amberly’s AVN: stars.avn.com/amberlypso 

Disclaimer: I don’t know Amberly personally and that is not a referral link. I’m simply recommending her because I believe that the advice she gives out is not only good but usually spot on. She saw this coming MONTHS ago and tried to warn the community.

There is still a chance that Twitter may not go through with this. I wouldn’t hold my breath though because based on what I’ve been seeing across multiple platforms of social media, mass deletion/shadow-banning of sex worker accounts seems to be where they’re heading. 

But either way, do NOT get caught with your pants down. Make sure you have multiple eggs in multiple baskets. The best defense will always be a good offense. 

In other words: Cover your ass and make sure you are prepared for whatever goes down. 

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The Resident Rulebreakers: Season 3, Episode 4 - Mina’s Kangaroo Court and Mina’s Verdict

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This week, Brittany returns to step in for Camille. She and Kayla discuss everything about episode 4x02 of The Resident, titled "Mina's Kangaroo Court".

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Note: We recorded this podcast episode on January 17, 2021 - two days before it aired on Fox. We got to do this because Fox put it up early on Hulu. It's a rare opportunity when we get to do this, so we are cherishing it.

*When we have guests, sometimes their opinions don't align with ours.*

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4x02 was written by Peter Elkhoff & Marqui Jackson. Directed by Rob Corn.

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In this podcast:

- Mina plays judge, jury and executioner on Cain and we agree with her verdict. He doesn't need to be practicing medicine anymore. He's broken his hypocritic oath many times over.

   - Mina tells the patient from 4x01 about Cain's unsavory past against AJ's wishes and the patient and his wife sue the hospital. We cheer Mina on for following her morals.

   - AJ notes he and Cain have a brotherhood as the only black, male surgeons in the hospital - which is why he's so reluctant to go after Cain. Mina reminds AJ she is Nigerian and that her experience with racism is different, which is why she has no hesitation doing what she did.

- Minator take a break from the sexual aspect of their relationship, but not the relationship. They are still an item. Also we loved how unemotional their barganing was about how many nights they would be apart.

- Conic enjoy newlywed life after returning from their honeymoon in Key West, Florida. Conrad thinks married sex is better and Nic still is having trouble calling Conrad her husband. 

   - The big reveal of the episode - Conic are having a baby! They are getting their rainbow baby. We expect a not so easy pregnancy for Nic as she's had a miscarriage once before. We are going along for the ride to see how the show handles this plot.

- Conrad and Devon treat a black, female congresswoman who is running in a special election for the governor of Georgia - who is also having an affair with her driver. A secret she doesn't want out there. However, Conrad assures her doctor/patient confidentiality prevents him from saying a word. It's a PSA from the writers to not lie to your doctor.

- Devon is battling his grief over his dad and reveals to Conrad that his father could've survived had he been in a better hospital with more nurses. 

- Logan Kim is toast!! He's gone, but Conrad leaves him with words of wisdom that Kayla notes sound a lot like something her dad once told her.

- Kit is trying to get the CEO position - but Red Rock isn't too keen on replacing Kim due to the hospital's finances.

- Bell does a life reassesment and goes to find his former step son (played by Conrad Ricamora). Their reunion is very cold, but Bell realizes he may have had more influence on Jake than he thought since he became a plastic surgeon. He was worried about Jake's ability to support himself since Jake is also an amatuer musician.

- Also, Kitdolph. They are so cute encouraging each other.

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Episode 4x03, “The Accidental Patient”,  airs Tuesday, January 26, 2021 at 8 PM ET on Fox. Please watch live, or on Hulu if you can’t.

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Next week: Episode 4x03 Discussion , “The Accidental Patient”