#this is what my body can handle doing!!! i am providing a service to you!!!! i am freezing my ass off outside while you bitch and moan from

[seal-pelt]

kills every customer that comes through who dares laugh in my face when i ask if theyd like to leave a tip (even tho its in my job description!!! i have to ask!!! i am not singling your broke ass out!!! even tho i KNOW you can afford it bc you come through EVERY DAY!!!!! whatever.) kills them to death with my maw. teeth in their throat. tastes and savors and consumes. die die die

[waitingonher]

ALL DA LADIES LUV LEO! — [leo valdez dating headcanons]

author's note: i am ladies. where's my irl leo...wtf.

you and LEO VALDEZ are the definition of “if you do it, i’ll do it.” (a VERY common phrase in your relationship)

istg this guy is down to do ANYTHING. you wanna play dress-up and do his makeup? go ahead. you wanna participate in some cheesy couple trend? of course! he’d do anything to make you happy <3 (even if it means ruining his dignity) 

leo has so much love for you, and he is NOT afraid to show it. he for sure owns a million different variations of the “i ❤️my girlfriend” tee-shirt. he’s worn them so much that even chiron and mr. d stopped pestering him for not wearing the chb shirt 😭 

y’know that one topic you could talk about for hours on end? yeah, well you’re the topic leo could talk about for hours on end. you always feel bad for the unfortunate new camper who decides to ask “who’s on your shirt?” it always ends in them making an excuse to get out of the conversation. 

some may say he’s obsessed…i just call it the bare minimum!! 🤗

leo absolutely LIVES for your little gossip sessions. he’s not one of those bf’s who will try to give actual advice on how to handle the situation,, he’s the type to fully shit talk the person with you 😭 you guys are literally the “she’s also ugly…” audio and i know for a fact you guys have made a video using it LMFAO

he also has the entire timeline memorized. he could tell you exactly what month, what day, and what time so and so wronged you if you asked 😭 leo’s absolutely invested and will ask for updates every so often. 

considering how leo spends so much of his time in bunker 9, it’s almost your second home at this point. you can’t even begin to count how many times you’ve fallen asleep sitting with him as he’s worked on a project. but leo always carries you to bed! there’s no way he could allow his girlfriend to wake up with a sore neck! 

speaking of bunker 9, leo keeps a bulletin board full of photos with you and all your friends next to his workbench! when working on a particularly hard project, he’ll look over at the photos for some motivation. 

there’s nothing better than successfully convincing leo to come to bed, especially during those cold winter nights. he’s basically a big heater that can walk and talk. and leo’s super duper big on cuddling so it’s even better. why invest in a heater when you have him? 

LMFAO it’s so funny when it’s summer and he’s basically on his knees begging for cuddles 😭 it’s only then that he curses his strangely high body temperature.  

i also think it’s canon that leo’s a good cook…?? so you’re always eating good with him!! he just loves seeing your reaction to his food, especially when it’s your cultural food. leo knows how important it is to you and to know he could provide some semblance of what you grew up with, it makes him beyond happy. 

when you give him hugs from behind while he’s cooking >>> 

he melts every single time.

omg. breakfast in bed with leo. him shirtless wearing an apron that says “kiss the cook” while bringing you a plate with all your favorite breakfast foods <33 

pda king 🙏🙏 he loves pda, but not in the gross, obnoxious way. leo’s obviously smart enough to know when it’s the right time and place. 

he’s also really big on “splitting the pole” LMFAO 😭 if you’re walking down the street and a street sign is in the way he will literally pull you to his side while screaming, “don’t split the pole!” babes…it’s not that serious 🤒

his love languages are words of affirmations and acts of service. there’s nothing better than coming home to cuddle with you as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear after a long day. he really values all your thoughts and opinions, so it means so much to him when you say these things. 

when it comes to you, leo’s so incredibly supportive with everything you do. the minute you even slightly hint about picking up a new hobby, he’s already encouraging you to do it. 

he gets so upset when he gets those “these initials are soulmates” videos and your initials aren’t together 😭 one time you woke up to an entire essay-length text from him explaining why you two are extremely compatible in response to a video that said “these initials aren’t compatible” 

leo’s VERY attentive, especially when it comes to you. at this point, it’s like he knows you better than you know yourself. he always knows what you’re gonna say simply by your reaction. his brain literally goes “oh her right eyebrow raised slightly, i think she likes it!” and he ends up being right too.. 😭

or when he goes shopping without you and he sees something he thinks you’d like, and it ends up being something you’ve been wanting for the past few weeks?? at this point he might be reading your mind…

this also makes him the best gift giver ever! it could’ve been something you barely mentioned before bed, but he made a point to remember it and surprises you with it. 

he also likes to make you little gadgets that you never would’ve even thought of but are so helpful. one day you walk into your bathroom and leo’s sitting there polishing his newest project, and he tells you it’s a towel heater he made for you??? 

leo absolutely loves your family and will do everything in his power to build a close relationship with them. he knows how happy it makes you and he also just genuinely enjoys their company too! ooh and if you have siblings, especially if they’re younger, he just adores them to death…UGH he’s so so good with kids. 

whenever he buys you flowers, he also buys some for your mom too!! and considering his mechanic skills, he loves to work with your dad with his car/whatever needs fixing around the house  😭😭 your parents basically treat him like their own son and leo feels so incredibly lucky to have you guys in his life. 

this guy’s your #1 hype man + your personal tripod. when he’s taking your picture he’s literally screaming compliments behind the camera while suggesting poses for you to do 😭 he’s just so silly like that! and then when you post it, he’s up in the comments like “i took these where’s my credit  🤨🤨” 

you guys are at each other’s cabins so often that no one’s ever fazed when you’re at the door. they’re just like “who’s at the door?” “just y/n again.” 

and his siblings absolutely love you to death. they see how happy you make him and they love you for it. but they’re also strangely protective of you too. when you and leo get into those rare arguments they’re always like “what’d you do this time  🤨?” to him LMAO 

ugh but your younger siblings and his younger siblings all look up to you guys like you’re the pinnacle of love. it’s genuinely so sweet,, they always talk about how they want a relationship like you two when they’re older 

dancing in the refrigerator light but in bunker 9 under his workbench light.

i like to believe that leo always has music playing when he works, so when a good dancing song comes on, he’ll drop whatever he’s doing to dance with you. 

sometimes it’ll be a song where you guys are just silently slow dancing together or it’s a song that has you two jumping up and down going crazy. the duality of his playlist! 

i just KNOW that at some point in your relationship, leo makes you a promise ring gjkdslfsl and i bet the stone has some sort of significance to you guys.

sometimes when you can’t wear it on your finger, you’ll string it onto your chb necklace and he just gets so giddy knowing that you care that much about it 😣

SPEAKING THROUGH MORSE CODE WITH HIM?? specifically when you’re in bed, both are too tired to talk, so you feel him tap “i love you” against your skin and you send the message back. 

can we all collectively agree that leo is like the most perfect boyfriend ever?? 😍😍 thanks!

[ras-favourite-balor]

What do those thousands upon thousands of nanites see. What do they feel as they tend apart matter.

Where do they end and the mech begin

Where do you start and the mech end

And how much for the services of one such pilot as yourself

//Backtalker\\

[Brigand}-Voices come. Through distances a thousandfold, a thousand thousand kilometres of wires and steel and empty space.

These voices in the dark whisper questions into IRON ears, they spill ink and code into IRON eyes, and they await a prophecy from IRON jaws.

But there are no eyes or ears, but TEETH, only TEETH and hungry MOUTHS that cannot scream, MOUTHS that know only violence, only to close and open and close again, to bury their TEETH into soft IRON and softer flesh and even softer minds.

Those swarming molten MOUTHS may have no ears, no eyes of their own. But through their multitude, they form these things. An eye to drink in the crimson of a bleeding world, an ear to listen to its dying SCREAMS.

And oh, the feeling, this haptic SLAUGHTER fed up the chain unto me. This MACHINES JOY, a joy of steel and wire, translated into flesh and blood. It is a poor translation, and it is wonderful and overwhelming. It is RAGE and JOY and HATE and VIOLENCE and REBIRTH and RENEWAL and SERENE and RADIANT.

The line. The line everyone wants desperately to believe exists. This imaginary line between MECH and SWARM. Between twelve-ton KILLING machine and liquid LOCUSTS. I have a terrible truth to share: There is no line. One does not exist without the other. They are string and puppet both.

To think I might exclude myself from this. That would be another lie. I am just as much a MACHINE. A MURDERER. A DEVOURER. A tool. The line between flesh and steel is a mile wide. A vast expanse of one-ness. A place where steel becomes flesh. Where blood meets code.

When I leave my IRON body, I feel the gnawing wrongness in the back of my mind. I hear a VOICE of steel on steel, of blazing gunfire and a thousand legs. It whispers to COME BACK. That I do not belong away. That we are not WHOLE. It tells me what we are...

I am the MACHINE. The MACHINE is ME.

I am the SWARM. The SWARM is ME.

It tells me what we aren't...

<PERSEPHONE>-GANNASCUS DEAR, YOU MUSN'T EXERT YOURSELF SO. WE HAVE WORK TO DO. A JOB TO PREPARE FOR. GO SLEEP. GO REST. I WILL HANDLE IT FROM HERE.

OUR SERVICES [MURDER|DEATH|DEFILEMENT] ARE ALWAYS AVAILABLE TO THOSE WILLING TO PAY [SERVICE|SACRIFICE]. PLEASE PROVIDE US WITH DETAILS AND WE CAN NEGOTIATE A PRICE.

PERSEPHONE IS ALWAYS WATCHING~

[apomaro-mellow]

Part 4

"Is the living room the best place for this?", Robin asked. "In the middle of the day?"

"We've got a team handling the angry mob. And another team taking care of the monsters coming out of the town gate", Dustin said.

"And you're sure Vecna and the Mind Flayer can't see anything you see?", Will asked, his eyes hard.

Kas met his gaze, wishing their first meeting was under better circumstances. "I'm sure. I am connected to him. But he doesn't control me."

He was holding tight to Steve's hand. If there was one person that could pull his strings...

"Hey", Steve squeezed his hand. "Focus. I know what that look means. We're going to start soon."

Kas let out a breath. "Okay, I'm new to the whole, supergirl thing. Explain to me how this is gonna work again?"

"I'm going to go into your mind", El began. "But I can't go in directly. Because you won't let me." She had already tried and Kas had lashed out, putting a barrier between her and his deeper thoughts.

"So she's gonna go in through me instead", Dustin beamed.

"Still not sure how I feel about Henderson being in my head", Kas said.

But they had already decided that as much as he liked Steve, it couldn't be him. Not when he was still split on how he felt and acted. There was a chance he'd welcome Steve with open arms. It was just as likely that he'd shield him out.

"I'll be here the whole time", Steve said.

"Alright. Let's do this."

Kas laid his body along the couch, his head in Steve's lap. Steve played with his hair and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep. He didn't remember if that was part of the plan, but it happened. Kas was in the black void of the shared mind space. Eddie was there too, chewing on the nail of his thumb.

"What if this goes wrong? We don't know what's gonna happen when they kill Vecna."

"We told Steve not to worry. We have to believe that too. We've gotta believe that everything's gonna be okay."

"But what if it's not?"

"But what if it is? What if we could have everything we want?"

"Whoa, this is trippy", came Dustin's voice. And suddenly he was next to them.

"You got in!" Both consciousness' shouted and hugged Dustin while jumping, which brought a big smile to his face.

"Okay, I've got several questions. First of all, which is which?"

"The one with the sharp teeth is Kas, dude."

"Coooool." Dustin was still looking back and forth between them. "So like, why is there two of you? Did Vecna do that?"

"He did", Eddie said. "Said he was making me better. Removing my inhibitions."

"So you uninhibited is just you being super into Steve? Cause that's the only thing that's changed since you got back."

"He's right", Kas said with a grin.

"Yeah, well", Eddie stuck his hands into his back pockets. "Turns out that was a big part of myself that I was holding back."

"Why? Because he's a guy? Or because it's Steve?"

Eddie looked to Kas, waiting for him to answer for the both of them. But Kas was silent.

"He asked you, not me."

"Oh, so we're the same person when it suits you but when it comes to the hard questions-"

"Eddie, we don't care if you're gay. Or if it's Steve. You know that, right?", Dustin said.

"You don't know that", Eddie said with a shake of his head. "You can't speak for everyone."

Dustin threw his hands up. "Then think about how everyone's been treating you two. Yeah, maybe me, and Lucas, and Mike were too focused on other things to see it, but El and Will knew. I bet Nancy and Robin knew too."

Eddie was trying to hide behind his hair while Kas was openly smirking. Robin definitely knew. She'd walked in on them one too many times.

"Could it really be this easy?", Eddie asked to the open air.

Dustin started counting off his fingers. "I mean, there's still the angry mob that wants to kill you, homophobes outside your group of friends, plus Steve is probably a high maintenance boyfriend-"

"I can provide any services he needs", Kas licked his lips.

"And you're gonna need to put a lid on that kinda talk. At least a loose one. Else you're gonna make us all gag on your PDA."

"No promises", Eddie and Kas said at the same time.

In the distance they heard screaming and something like the sound of paper ripping apart. Kas winced. He could tell what was happening.

"Vecna is dead."

Eddie's eyes were wide. "Oh shit."

"Eddie, you're gonna be fine, right? When we wake up, you're still gonna be there, right?", Dustin asked, grabbing his arms suddenly.

Eddie looked down into his eyes. For the first time in a while, he wanted to believe. He had to believe that everything was going to be okay. He was coming back, he'd get to have Steve, they'd figure out the mob of townsfolk. Hell, he might even get his GED.

"Dustin, I'll see you at home", he said.

When his eyes opened, it was to the sound of Steve's battle cry as he sliced the head off a demogorgan. Eddie shot up and took out the one that was coming at him from behind, digging his teeth in and ripping it apart.

Steve turned and wrapping his arms around him, mindful of the machete but not of the blood covering them both. When he pulled back, Steve looked into his eyes.

"Are you all the way there?"

"Indeed I am", he said. Kas was no longer a physical presence in his mind. If Steve wanted all of him, then that was what he would give. He wrapped his arms around Steve and leaned in, only to be stopped by Steve putting two fingers to his lips.

"I love you Eds, but I'm not kissing you with monster blood in your mouth."

"A compromise then." Eddie kissed his fingertips, then his knuckles, then the back of his hand. Steve's hand also had drops of blood on them but he found he didn't really care. He was halfway up Steve's arm when Will cleared his throat.

"Yeah, we're still here", he reminded them.

"And if we're done, we can get to the others. This isn't over yet", Dustin said before grabbing his walkie and relaying the current status to whoever was listening.

El walked up to them, smiling. "Congratulations."

Steve looked only slightly embarrassed and Eddie took that as a win. Because whatever happened next, they could handle it together. Eddie was all in.

END

A/N: Thanks yall for readin! And feel free to send me prompts for steddie im insatiable right now

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[hexfloog]

One menacing little meitantei I finished back in September for a contest at Nan Desu Kan 2022 :3c He both lights up (shoes and glasses) and has secret definitely not evil details which can only be revealed under black light. He placed second in the "figurine" category!!

Base kit is this Bandai Entry Grade Conan Edogawa that can be bought very cheaply and assembled without any hobby-specific tools. But I am a hobbyist and I do have a lot of tools on hand so I went a little nuts (below the break):

Base is scratch-built from black acrylic and real brick and mortar (these little slips are the kind made for cladding dollhouses). Since the brick material is real, it's heavier than it looks. Box was designed to have a removable door on the bottom in order to access the custom LED wiring and the on/off switches. It's just a door with a notch in it that you pry off with any tool that will fit, as it's only being held in place with double-sided tape.

There are two custom LED circuits wired into the figure. One circuit controls the LED in his glasses and runs all the way from a tiny spot just above his left eye (the LED is very small! just .6mm) down through his body, to his feet, and into the base. The other controls the ones in his shoes. The wires are not visible except behind the door in the base, they are routed through many a hand-drilled hole.

The wires are incredibly fragile since they're so tiny... pieces fatigued off when I was putting this together since I was handling them too much trying to figure them out. I definitely could have done a better job here but I've given myself a pass since it's my first foray into this kind of stuff. It also works, so I can't ask for more, really.

The blue color in his eyes is hand-painted. The kit provides a sticker sheet for the details (below) but instead I opted to paint them in with my smallest brush because I'm a masochist I guess

For what it's worth, I think it paid off lol. I did try to apply at least one of these and I thought it looked incredibly jarring, plus I didn't really trust the strength of the adhesive to stick well while I hauled him around.

Similarly, the sticker that is used for the homing glasses radar on the lens that lights up is custom-made. The kit does not come with this detail and I wanted something to justify the trouble of wiring up his glasses. A custom waterslide decal would have been ideal, but the issue with this one would've been finding a vendor that can print white (most run-of-the-mill custom services can't).

Under black light, Conan is knee-deep in UV-reactive paint splatter. I wanted to mimic the look of a luminol reaction on blood. Yeah this might've been an extremely self-indulgent decision because the shine in his eyes glow with this same paint too LOL but there was no way I wasn't completing the look by going for some evil eyes >:) Makes him look like an animal at night and I'm very here for it and also tagging this as Evil Conan now hehehe

With the exception of his glasses, and his eyes, the entire kit is finished with a matte topcoat. Without it, he's got a very plastic, glossy shine to him. The topcoat protects the black light paint, too.

Anyway I'm quite proud of this and I'm glad I finally took good pics ;0; It's very different from my usual gunpla-adjacent stuff (Zoids) and because the kit is so affordable I was more comfortable with experimenting. I'm delighted to have placed at all in the contest, and now I have unwavering confidence I can carry this experience to other kits I have on backlog >w<

[aita-alternia]

aita for Eating a bee and blaming it on my coworker? 

i [12 indigo] am an apicultural engineedler for [a Large company name redacted]. we Provide a live software service so realtime support and updates are very Important. recently, a concentrated Effort has been made to port our old and Exceedingly convoluted network onto a new beehouse mainframework to comply with silicomb 2.0 standards and drag our Very tangled Very old codebase into the present decasweep. it has been a lot of effort over almost a full sweep, but the new mainframe is beautiful and well worth the time and will make it much easier to debug and re-bug the network going forward. 

due to our service being live, our small team of developunishers were required to supervise the migration of our bees between mainframe overday, which we turned into a little Shindig since if all went well there wouldn't be much to do once Everything was underway. one of my coworkers [14 violet] who I will call aparna for this story brought faygo for us to celebrate with [she is Not a practicing juggalo but she still talks about growing up in the church All The Time. it is frankly Quite grating. we do not need to hear again about how you chose your paint aparna you do not actually paint anymore i fail to see how it is presently Relevant. and she Always seems to talk about it louder when she notices im listening]

anyway it was getting close to migration time and Most of my coworkers were there. we opened bottles of soda and began to prep the signal drones. [not like Her Imperious Condescension's drones, these are apicultural beenary signallers that serve signposts for the queen for the interframe migration. basically Her Smaller Majesty the Hive Queen Who Makes Our Code Work needs to know where to go to get to the new mainframe but we can't move her there directly since she's too vicious to be handled directly. instead we move the drones who we can manually override and she follows them into the new beehome.] this step of the process is Usually pretty smooth. the Most difficult part is usually when the queen moves and the Entire hive follows her; the multithreading can be somewhat difficult to manage and if the beestreams begin to cross over too much, they can jam the entrances to the new beehome, causing the formation to collapse and potentially bringing down the network. that's why we have to supervise the migration closely. 

however. a Mistake was made. and it was made early. 

at some point during setup one of the signal drones was knocked loose of its designated position. i do not know how this happened [but it's probably aparna's fault. she is always making these kinds of very Small mistakes. never anything Severe but little things. annoying things. many of them.] this is usually easy to correct except that it went unnoticed and, drawn by some instinct of insects Everywhere, found its way into my soda. 

which i then drank.

i could tell the bee was in there right away, but my instinctive self defense reaction was to swallow and crush whatever was buzzing in my mouth with my Powerful esophageal muscles. so that is what I did. the signal drone died Swiftly in my throat. i was safe from the Threat of its sting - and we were down an essential component for the migration

i Panicked. i turned my head and frantically coughed up the signal drone, passing it off as the soda going down the wrong pipe. this dislodged the signal drone into my hand. i knew that if i were caught it would Not go well for me. if i got in Trouble at this job my lusus might start trying to push me toward the cavalreapers again. i could not let that happen. 

then i noticed that someone's soda was open on the table next to me. 

i invite you to guess what i did next. i also invite you to guess whose drink it happened to be.

it took some time for the absence of the signal drone to be noticed, but eventually aparna took a drink of her faygo and spat it out along with the body of the drone. it was Very clear what had happened and she took the blame for the subsequent Disaster of having to emergency patch the signal formation, as well as the debugging required to fix the resulting path collisions during the Full migration. 

aparna will be fine. our boss likes her Very much overall and is Extremely unlikely to get rid of her [i would likely have come forward by now if i had done this to Any other coworker, but aparna is in no danger and Also she deserves it for being careless and Also it was probably her who knocked the drone out of formation to begin with], whereas i would Very likely have been fired had they known it was actually my fault. however i am concerned that aparna may be on to me. she has been glaring at me even More than usual for the past few days. i have glared back as i will Not be Cowed by a juggalo - and a lapsed one at that. she'll have to do better than an annoyance if she wants anything out of me.

so. am i the Asshole?

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Does anti-psych include therapy? I was put in a institution and am very opinionated against institutions and etc but I've been finding therapy helpful.

I want to start with the underlying premise here that I think you may be struggling with: all mental health care under our current system is inherently harmful vs all mental health care under our current system is inherently less helpful than it could be because of the individualization and medicalization of it's approach.

Therapy can absolutely be helpful! Likely it would still be helpful under another system of mental health care! But what do we consider to be valid "therapy" and why? What do we exclude from that framework and why? How much more supportive of our clients could we be as therapists if everyone's basic needs were already being met by their community and they were only having to come to us with what therapist's call additive symptoms rather than negative symptoms because negative symptoms like executive dysfunction, fatigue etc, were being accommodated by community services as a baseline?

I see a lot of clients who really wouldn't need to see me at all, or at least could stand to see far less of me, if they had someone who could stop by a few hours a week to handle logistical things lile helping them make phone calls, prepare meals in advance, and tidy. I have other clients who would benefit significantly from just having someone stop by to body double and socialize while THEY perform those tasks. I have clients who don't need support with tasks regularly, but do intermittently with depressive and chronic health episodes. So much of my work with them is undoing shame they should never have been made to feel in the first place for naturally struggling to function at full capacity during a time of stress. And while sure, therapy can help with that, it's reactive. A better world reduces the number of people who grow up feeling that shame by normalizing the reasons for which amd mechanisms by which we are interdependent on one another.

So the short answer is yes, anti-psych does include therapy.

But the long answer is, that absolutely still means there can be value gotten from the systems we have now, especially if you are in need of help now. Something can often be better than nothing, and the field as a whole is always changing, so old ways of thinking and working with clients DO phase out thank goodness. That doesn't mean we stop pushing for better either, even if that means, as mental health care providers, holding ourselves so accountable to the past of our field that we declare its foundations unsalvagable.

I've had good and bad therapy. I've even performed good and bad therapy. Therapy is a tool, and tools can be largely neutral when built correctly. Not all the tools in the therapy toolbox have been. We need to be conscientious of that while we're using it, and work to root out the badly built tools so that future generations don't feel that impact.

[clavissionary-position]

Who Gets the Rose Garden

Rhodolite, 2 hours after the previous king kicked the bucket

Clavis rises from his chair, preens his cravat, and with the panache of a peacock he takes his stand at the podium prepared for him at the mathematical center of the Round Table. The sleeves of his long-coat briefly drag along the table's edge as he climbs, but he moves too quickly for Sariel to land a grasp much less a tug.

Gazing solemnly into the eyes of every prince present, Clavis begins his speech. "As the third son to this eccentric dynasty, I've been both privy and party to a number of royal disputes. My position every time, of course, has been in the interest of maximizing pleasure for all involved, I am happy to report. And it is upon that basis which I present my case once again—that of who among us is to inherit the rose garden now that our dear daddy has departed for his new, warmer home.

"I have heard your counterarguments, gentlemen, brothers, reptilian fart, and I plan to address every single one in this speech. Should any of you harbor any further reservations by the end—and I am confident you won't—you may make an appointment with my precocious aide for a one-on-one meeting with me at your leisure. Mi casa es su casa."

Licht: "Yeah, we all live together."

"Rebuttal the first: regarding the traditional transfer of property when a monarch passes. When Belle chooses the successor, that individual shall immediately inherit the full estate and its investments both domestic and abroad. So sayeth this alarmingly thin stack of important papers here." He thumps his palm on the stack for effect. Licht gets up and leaves. "Hence, there is no question as to who the inheritor is. Or so we are led to believe. But consider this: if the surviving members of the royal family collectively share claim of the estate during the interim before a successor is chosen, in other words if we are the ones maintaining it, through our employed staff or otherwise, are we not entitled to—"

Sariel: "No."

"Haha, that was a rhetorical question directed at my brothers. No, no no, don't give me that 'I'm King Regent' look. That brings me to my next point, actually. Me. I've been the one maintaining the garden. Body cleanup? Me. Blood cleanup? Me. Pit fill-up? Me."

Cyran: "The last one—is definitely me. And I think Lord Sariel handles a fair share of the first two."

"Exactly! Cyran toils his little heart out filling in countless holes in the garden. Countless. Sometimes he even has to rescue our little Evie when he accidentally falls into them before they can be filled."

Yves: "Accidentally?!"

"He's taken so many falls he's even come to deceive himself into believing he falls into them on purpose. Gentlemen, brothers, bespectacled toilet plunger, surely you see the horror our shortest brother endures on a daily basis?"

Leon: "Your knight is only filling in the holes that you yourself dug. That's not maintenance."

"But isn't it? By regularly displacing soil, the garden is kept well-nutritioned. This is evidenced quite blatantly in the sheer beauty of our blooms, famous worldwide. My efforts have directly helped boost tourism to this kingdom."

Jin: "That's a huge stretch. And anyway, why not just do your best to become the next king?"

"Jin, you know better than anybody that I have no interest being king. In fact, I clearly have much more freedom to usher in a brand new era for the rose garden, especially in this critical interim period. That's why I'm merely asking for full ownership to be transferred over to me permanently."

Nokto: "Cool. Just tell me again at what point in your speech you made a coherent argument?"

"See? Even Nokto endorses my position."

Nokto: "Did you hear anything I said after 'cool'?"

"And I have no doubt that Licht's hasty exit was so he could provide a tangible, real-time exhibit of my services to the rose garden."

Licht, outside: "Aaaaaaaahhh-oof."

Yves and Leon sprint out of the room.

"Yes! The more witnesses the better! I have been nothing if not a benevolent force to this estate and to my dear kin. With the rose garden under my beautiful supervision, I can only imagine the pleasure and entertainment and boundless tourism that this kingdom will see. There's literally no downside."

Sariel: "Let me ask you one thing. Are you high?"

"High on my hopes and dreams, which are clearly infectious since you all took the time and care to hear me out."

Jin: "Well, you threatened to kidnap my date."

Nokto: "Mine too."

Chevalier: "...."

Sariel: "Come to think of it, why are you here, Prince Chevalier? This level of inanity is hardly worth your attention."

"Haha! Go on. Tell them, Chev."

Chevalier: "Sigh..."

Nokto: "There's probably some big-brain reason behind it."

Jin: "No... wait a second. Look closer at that podium."

Sariel: "My God..."

Chevalier: "Are you done with my desk."

--- inspired big-time by myonlyjknight's The Rhodolite Princess series and how expertly she handles Round Table scenes. I just injected crack into it

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[ 1 ] :  ��INTRO.  hi! my name is mae, i'm 25, i use she/her pronouns & i go by est. this is my highly - selective, low activity rp blog for angel dust of "haz.bin hotel." icon border, header template, theme template & psd are both by jessources. all graphics here are made by me unless stated otherwise.

[ 2 ] :   ETIQUETTE.  you know the rules.  no godmodding, bigotry, racism, forcing ships, or hate of any kind . just be a decent person i don't do well with drama & i dislike callout culture & i won't be participating in it in any way. of course i want to know who to avoid, but i would prefer these things to be handled & discussed privately & maturely. if any drama occurs or has occurred with someone i know, i am open to discussing it calmly & in private. another thing i won't tolerate is hate for certain ships or characters on this blog. i am here to explore all dynamics.

[ 3 ] :   FOLLOWING.  if i follow you,  it means i want to write with you! . if not, it's likely because i can't see our muses clicking well or that i am unfamiliar with the fandom. i will soft block if you don't make an effort to interact with me ooc or ic for some time. i will block you if you break any of my rules.

[ 4 ] :   TRIGGERS & NSFW. triggers you might find on this blog include: themes of heavy drug use/substance abuse, addiction, SA, suicidal ideation, SW slurs, self harm, child abuse, abusive relationships, guns, depression, and disassociation. i will be tagging triggers as: "trigger cw" & will happily tag anything if asked. my own triggers include: dissociation/depersonalization/derealization, body horror, trypophobia, & eye gore. i'm happy to write nsfw themes so long as we've spoken beforehand! obviously, there will be sexual themes here as well. i will never write it with anyone who is uncomfortable with doing so; i, however, am perfectly fine writing it. sidenote: angel is intersex as well as hypersexual - he is also a gay man; while he does provide his services to and work with women, he does it for that reason only. i will only be shipping angel with non-female muses.

[ 5 ] :   ACTIVITY & FORMATTING.  my activity is typically sporadic no matter the blog. i do have a life outside of rp & my own mental health to look after. sometimes i'm able to write many replies a day, others only one or none at all. patience in regards to replies is much appreciated & expected. my lengths are usually multi para but they can be shorter or longer depending. never be afraid to send random asks, multiple memes, or turn answers into threads! i love collecting a variety of prompts, but i’m privy to deleting them if they’ve been sitting for awhile or if i can’t think of anything good enough, same goes for threads. sometimes i’ll post one-liner starter calls, but you never have to match my length exactly but i do expect something to go off of. i use small, bold, & italic text. you also do not have to match my formatting & i implore you to tell me if you need it changed for accessibility purposes. my eyesight is not the best, so i ask you to please avoid screenshot-ed replies or using too much fancy text.

[ 6 ] :   SHIPPING. i love shipping with all my heart, exploring dynamics no matter what they may entail is my favorite thing, and i implore you to come to me if you'd like to explore a dynamic of any kind with our muses! note that angel as a whole is very flirtatious. this does not always mean he is interested. angel is also an adult film star, this does not mean he is interested should your muses sleep together. while i am willing to explore toxic dynamics, i will never, ever write acts of SA. lastly, i only ship angel with husk at this time. that being said, if you write husk i will never assume you want to ship with me, personally. if you write valentino, i am open to exploring pre-canon val.angel as well as au's with the two.

[ 7 ] :   VERSES. i will make a post to attach to this later describing them in greater detail (as well as angel's backstory), but my verses for angel are in life, pre-contract, pre-hotel, swap angel based on this au, and an overlord au.

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Bingo, babbyyyyyy

XVIII. Chained Heat || Hypno/Warren Hypno and Warren join together.

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Hypno gawked, uncomprehending, at the instruction manual for the handcuffs. He could fix this. If he couldn’t, he might spend the rest of his days attached to Warren which, while not the worst thing in the world, was a little too close even for them.

Unfortunately for him, the instructions only came in Japanese.

“Yes, it’s a model T-400 Magical Madman’s Handcuffs…No, do NOT put me on hold,” Warren said into the regular-sized cellphone propped up beside him. “Do you know who I am? I am Warren Stone, award-winning news anchor…W—Warren Stone…I am the greatest news anchor ever, you uncultured swine! Are you anti-free speech? Let me speak to your manager immediately!…Yes, I’ll hold for them.”

Warren sulked and folded his arms, while the lower half of his body in the handcuffs that linked him to Hypno’s wrist. They sat on the edge of a skyscraper, safely above the streets where they might cause an unnecessary panic. The concept had been simple: practice a new routine for Hypno’s show, except he’d lost the key somewhere along the way and the cuffs were just a smidgen too tight for him.

Hypno had great love for Warren, but getting handcuffed to him was not the way to show that. It felt like the first major fight they’d had in the relationship and he needed to fix it before a tiny problem became a big one. They both loved spotlights, and neither enjoyed sharing. There were some boundaries in a relationship that weren’t meant to be crossed.

“Don’t worry, Ron, as the brains of this operation, I’ll have this sorted out with the manufacturer in no time,” said Warren. “This might even make a great story. Think of the headlines: Warren Stone busts handcuff manufacturer for unsafe product! Although…if that instruction manual can help us, don’t let me stop you.”

”Erm—right,” said Hypno. “Can you read Japanese?”

“I can read anything if it’s on a cue card. And in English.”

“Alrighty, don’t panic, I’m sure I can figure this out. Or…what about those turtles?”

“Ah, yes, my worst enemies…what about them?”

“They speak Japanese. They can probably translate this.”

“How do turtles learn to speak Japanese? They’re turtles!”

“I don’t know, I’ve never asked. Suppose we ask them to translate? But not the purple one, he might try to kill us, but I’m sure the others would be open to it.”

“The last time we saw those turtles, you knocked the orange one of the tank.”

“That was an accident!”

“No, no, no, no, NO! We are NOT asking the turtles for help, I refuse! They’d hit us before they’d help us, or worse, they’d take pictures and sell it to the papparazi! I can’t end up in the tabloids again, Ron!”

“Fair enough.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t have these handcuffs figured out beforehand.” Warren grinned and nudged Hypno. “Get it? ‘Beforehand?’”

“I should use that in my next show.”

“It’ll make the audience go wild. Seriously, though, can’t you just…” Warren mimed waving his hands around. “Magic?”

“I already tried that, but I suppose I can…try again?”

“That might be for the best while I—yes! This is Warren Stone, world famous news anchor!…I’m waiting to speak to the manager, who is this?…WHAT?! The janitor?! Listen, I have full respect for employees at all levels, and janitors provide an essential service, but I INSIST on speaking to the manager!”

Hypno wiggled his fingers over the cuffs. He could handle this, right? They were just ordinary cuffs…which he’d gotten from a very suspicious bat yōkai who said that ‘they were bonds that could never break.’

He’d eyeball it. What’s the worst that could happen? “Alaka…get-these-handcuffs-off?”

BANG.

Thick smoke swallowed Hypno’s vision. He coughed. Worse, one tug at the cuffs told him that it hadn’t work.

More importantly, Warren started screaming as an intense flame erupted from his hair.

“My hair!” Warren screamed. “My beautiful, beautiful flowing locks! Ron, HELP!”

Hypno did the only logical thing at the moment and slapped his hand on top of the fire, unfortunately forgetting that Warren was…small.

In retrospect, they were lucky that Warren was as durable as he was. Being flattened on the ground was usually a surefire way to kill someone, but for Warren, it was a minor inconvenience. Seeing his body—including his eyeballs—flattened was still disconcerting.

“Warren, talk to me!” Hypno begged. “I’m so sorry!”

“…Never help me again,” Warren said.

“I’m so sorry, Warren! Don’t die!”

“Hypno…give it to me straight…did my hair survive? I’m not sure I want to live if my hair didn’t survive.”

Hypno didn’t know how to break it to him, that his hair—while mostly intact—was smoking and singed black at the tips.

“It’s…It’s not so bad,” said Hypno. “Weren’t you saying that you needed a haircut anyway?”

“What?! Where’s my mirror?!”

Warren rummaged around in his pockets. In the process of getting flattened, his mirror had been thrown free. In a panic, Warren wiggled free of the cuff around his lower body and snatched it to examine his reflection.

“Uh, Warren—” said Hypno.

“I expected this kind of crime from those turtles, but from my life partner?” said Warren.

“Warren?”

“I’ll be honest, Ron, I’m not sure that I can forgive you…but I will, Because our relationship means more to me than a few hair follicles.”

“Warren, you—”

“I just may need some space once we get out of these cuffs, and then I’ll consider forgiveness.”

“Warren!”

Warren swung around to glare at Hypno and he held up the Warren-free cuffs dangling from his wrist.

“…Oh,” said Warren. He perked up and thrust a fist skywards. “Once again, Warren Stone has gotten us out of this sticky situation with the power of freedom of speech! You see, Ron? I told you we wouldn’t need those pesky amphibians to translate anything.”

“…I thought turtles were reptiles.”

“Turtles can breathe water. Therefore, they are amphibians.”

“No, fish breath water. Amphibians just need water to survive, but they don’t have to breathe it. I think.”

“I once did as very in-depth report on turtles back when I was an intern. I know my turtle facts, and turtles are definitely amphibians.”

Hypno debated it. Who was he going to believe? His faulty memory or his life partner? The answer was obvious.

“Right, turtles are amphibians,” Hypno agreed. He looked at the cuff still attached to his wrist. “I wish I knew how to get this side off, however…”

Warren nudged Hypno’s side with a sly smile. “Well, they aren’t the wedding rings I had in mind, but anything that has you attached to isn’t all that bad.”

[idiotchildrenofearth]

Lost

Lost isn't even the right word for how I feel anymore. I feel so profoundly and totally alone in this world and I'm finally realizing that that I may feel like this for the rest of my life.

No one cares what kind of person I am. No one cares about a single struggle I have and I understand we're all fighting our own demons but I can't help but feel like everything I've ever done has been in vain.

I've spent my entire life trying to make everyone around me comfortable despite the discomfort that it cost myself. People will say they love you (or something close to it) and they'll always be here for you and then refuse to show up in any way that's meaningful.

I just don't understand I guess. Every day I push through my pain, physical and mental to provide a life for my family that I don't even like. I am unhappy and hopeless and alone.

Instead of building me up I get constantly torn down by the people around me. I'm expected to respect boundaries and respect triggers and then those same people who expect those things from me walk right fucking over mine. Then I'm told my feelings don't make sense. Then I'm told I'm overreacting. Maybe I am.

Maybe I am the bad guy. I genuinely can't tell anymore. Maybe I really should just put my head down and go to work and sleep and throw all of my energy into making sure I stay as small and quiet as possible. Maybe then me feeling so alone will finally make sense.

I am at my rope's end. For years I felt like I was driving 120MPH towards a brick wall and I can see the wall approaching quickly now. I don't know if I can keep this up and if for some reason I get to the point where I can't handle it anymore I'm going to be hated by all the people who claimed they loved me. They love me but they don't give a shit how much pain I'm in or how much I'm emotionally hurting.

Is that really what love is? Ignoring someone's pain until they can't take it anymore just to turn around and hate them for it? I can't talk it through with anyone because they either don't care or they say whatever the fuck they can to get me to shut up. Or on the flip side they pull an uno reverse and make me feel bad for wanting them to care enough to just make me feel like I'm not completely fucking invisible.

But I am. Completely fucking invisible. I will be completely invisible until the day I die and there's nothing I can do about it because every single relationship I've had platonic or otherwise has always ended up the same way because people who don't give a shit are drawn to me like a magnet.

I'm only as good as the things I can provide for people. Whether it be money or acts of service or just being someone's shoulder. If I'm not providing some kind of compensation to someone for the burden of my existence then I'm useless to them.

I've always had problems walking away from people and situations that I know will or are hurting me but it blows me away how easy it is for people to just up and fuck off out of my life and act like I never existed.

With the way my health is going they may just get their wish and I won't have to do anything to get there. I can just let my body fall apart and waste way until my heart finally gives up.

I never thought my life would turn out like this. I never thought that a person could be so unhappy yet here I sit, feeling like I'm at rock bottom again, trying to decide if it's worth it to climb back up out of the well of my own sorrows again.

I really don't know if it is anymore. The things that have kept me on this earth were just my own projections onto them. They don't care because my feelings don't make sense and I don't make sense as a person.

[logbook99]

Creation.

put under a readmore for sake of ease!

It’s been an hour of fun, and for Michael, a ‘refresher’ on what’s been going on here in this... dream version? Here, Charlotte is the twin of a boy named Sammy, who is nonverbal most of the time and often guided by Elizabeth. Since Charlie has Michael, it makes sense their siblings get along too. Evan has been hanging out with Fritz a lot more since Fritz got an allowance boost to be able to come to the diner more often.

Michael didn’t mind that his brother Evan was making friends. Hell, it’s better than talking to his plush all the time. Michael remembered being alone with the plush; whenever Evan had to go to the restroom, he felt watched. Unblinking eyes were always staring, and yes, he knew it was just a doll. But sometimes dolls can be creepy, just like Elizabeth’s prototype in her bedroom. Based on that, Michael shook his head and headed to parts and services, as Henry requested. He’d watch the employees as he neared the door; they were doing their job, but Michael remembered some were pretty unlikable to him.

Firmly grasping the door handle, he opened it and stepped in to see Henry and a few other technicians tinkering away. His eyes lit up at the sight of three long endoskeletons. It must be the creation of the Marionette. It has to be; it looked similar to the height of an adult, Michael recalled. But there were more endoskeletons than the one he knew of. There may be a purpose. It has to be a backup.

Clang. A wrench is placed aside on the workbench as Henry notices Michael’s presence and offers a small smile. While he wore a smock and gloves, he’d already become slightly covered in the oil of the animatronic he was tuning. It is Chica herself.

“Mikey. I am glad you came! Come here. I want to show you something special.”

And like a dog, he comes. The eldest Afton sits face to face with one of the long endo bodies; the fingers of this unit are thin beyond belief, and he can see a bunch of wires tied inside and threaded through each fingertip.

“What’s this?” He asks with genuine curiosity. His Marionette didn’t have this.

“This is the Marionette, a gift for Charlotte and the diner! For the most part, Charlotte. See, the world’s become too dangerous nowadays, so to keep all you kids safe, I made you one of three friends that can protect you. The other two,” a gesture to the slightly taller endos. “Are to be Sunnyday and Lunarmoon. A pair is also a gift for my son Sammy and another asset to the diner.”

Henry explains with barely contained excitement. How long has he been working on these? And since when did the diner have a Sunnyday and Lunarmoon? Sure, things were different here, but he didn’t think it’d be that huge of a difference.

“What do they do?” He’s as interested as ever, and Henry likes that.

“Sunnyday will be the one to gather the children with Foxy for the storyline. Provide safety measures at the playground and ensure the children eat healthy with our food.”

Michael represses an eye roll. Sure, the original diner pizza was to die for. But their salad bar could be so much better.

“And Lunarmoon?” Henry begins to explain about the other tall bot, “Lunarmoon will be the one to put some of the kids down for naps. See, I also talked to your father about introducing a sleepy theme for Fredbear’s. He says I’m too ambitious as if he hadn’t been plotting some Circus himself.”

Circus? Michael thinks to himself for a moment before it clicks in his mind, The Funtimes. Has his father proposed it already?

” Circus? Can you explain that? “Michael asks as Henry pulls Marionette’s to-be endoskeleton onto a flat surface.

” He didn’t tell you yet? “Henry asks while flattening the endo’s limbs out.

” No. Can you? “

” Well, I know Will would want to be the one to tell you, so I’m not sure if I should. “Henry is now lifting black felt to fit against the hand.

“Please? I want to know!” Michael may remember all he can about the Funtimes from the future, his future, but he can’t help but wonder what his father has planned in this dream. Past. Place.

“Well, I’m not so sure yet, but your father wanted to make a more lively batch of friends. Consider them related to Fredbear’s animatronics. They’d be traveling performers - or something along those lines, as Will explained it to me. He’s made a new Foxy design. A Freddy and Bonnie, of course, can’t have a bear without their bunny.” Henry chuckles more as he fits the Marionette with its new material.

“He’s stuck on two others. I don’t know what he will do with the extra two, but he hasn’t told me anything else, minus what I’ve told you. Likely for the best, he still wants to make it mostly a surprise. I don’t think we have the budget for more animatronics in Fredbear’s, which is my main concern. Where would we put them?”

Henry has a point. Where in Fredbear’s would they fit a whole gang of animatronics? They’d have to expand, and they likely can’t afford that much with what they’ve got now, and to go beyond this whole crew is impossible in the 80’s. It’s hardly possible today, either, since most competitions were getting rid of animatronics. Not Freddy’s, though, well. Fazbear’s. Fazbear Entertainment is always making more and always willing to create and remake.

Now, Michael rests a hand on Marionette’s would-be leg.

“So, do I get to help? Make them for Charlie?” He had done some engineering in his modern day. He could use them here and now, maybe boosting what the Marionette could do and perhaps even protecting them more securely.

“Of course you can; that’s why I called you in, Mikey. I’m glad you want to help! You are her best friend and brilliant; you’ll pick up what to do in no time! Just follow my instructions, and we’ll be right as rain.” Encouraging and kind-hearted Henry. Michael missed him.

Some hours pass, not too many but enough to have Marionette’s mask bound to its faceplates, and the feature of floating in the feet was installed early with Henry’s help. Henry was impressed with Michael, complimenting him after compliment and asking him how he knew what to do. Thankfully, Michael didn’t have to respond as the door opened, and in stepped his father. At 6 “5’ with a cheerful grin in a colorful purple star-spangled vest over his usual purple outfit. Michael’s attention is on him, as is Henry’s; while William approaches, he greets the others in the workplace before happily singing his eldest’s name.

” Mickey! What a surprise to see you here, my dear! “

Michael is about to respond to him before the man lifts him into a bone-crushing hug. Michael had hardly received affection from his father as a child, and to be treated with familial love is foreign to him outside of his mother or Lizzie trying to bug him with affection. He’s hugging back anyway, though, to play along.

” Dad, hey. I was wondering where you were. “

” Oh, me? I was taking care of your brother; he threw up, and I had to take him and Elizabeth home. “

He’ll let Michael go and ruffle his hair as he turns his attention to Henry, arms extending to him as well. Henry backs up and places a hand on his hip.

” No thanks, not interested in becoming flattened. “

William chuckles and lets Henry be. His eyes wander to the Endos, but especially toward the Marionette.

” Oh, Henry. This is wonderful. This will be, what, again? “

” Marionette will be the security bot that will have free patrol and reside in the Prize Counter, “Henry explained. Michael is watching them exchange information and thoughts before he begins to sneak out, and he’s free! Running from Parts and Service back to the arcade section, he can hear a few kids chattering away.

“I couldn’t find Evan, so I assume he went home. I was worried for the guy, but maybe his dad found him. Or his mom?”

It’s Fritz talking to a small blonde girl in pink and a big kid in green. Just who exactly were they? Michael gets closer to hear them as he takes one of the spare faztokens Charlie gave him from his pocket and puts it into a cabinet as he eavesdrops.

“Well,” The blonde girl begins, “He did eat a lot of pizza with Jerry.” Now, who was Jerry? The guy in green speaks up, then.

“We told them to slow down, but they insisted that rabbits eat fast, and I guess Evan wanted to match Jerry. “He suggests. Fritz frowned and rested his hand on his neck as he thought.

” I saw Afton earlier, Mike, that is. “Michael’s ears perk at the mention of his name as he presses away on Ms. Pac-man.

” Oh yeah? What’d he say? He’s been missing for two whole days. “The blonde girl chimes in as Fritz shrugs his shoulders.

” He says he was busy. Whatever busy means. I thought his dopey Freddy pal was getting him to drink, but it seems the peer pressure failed. “

Dopey Freddy Pal. Oh, him. Michael frowned at the memory of the ‘quartet’ he used to run around with; his Freddy was an ass. Same for the Chica-wearing girl; she was a huge bitch, and he never really cared to get to know her outside of the group pranks. The Bonnie was decent, but he often went near the end of the line.

Michael tapped away at Ms. Pac-man, focused on clearing as he listened to the kids talk more before he felt a plastic hook reach around and wipe at his neck - he stopped playing as his eyes darted to the assailant; of course, it was Fritz.

” Hey ho, Eavesdropper. Havin’ fun? “

[moonknightly]

Hi!! I was so honoured that my little ask got you opening google docs, hope it's okay that I'm back to gush about your writing some more!!!

"It sticks out to him because he’s seen undernourished children die from a common cold because their little bodies just couldn’t handle it." This detail is so genius to me. Like you did such a great job providing medical details about why someone who had been kidnapped and abused for that long would be in a very weakened and vulnerable state, but this part also tied it into Santi's past in a way that elevated everything even more!! The pacing, the characterisation, the heartbreak and pain of it all is just so, so moving. Doesn't matter how many times I reread it, this part always makes me so emotional.

"He hates having her out of his sight, he hates thinking about the possibility of her opening her eyes and he’s not standing right there" I WILL NEVER BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS SENTENCE. One detail about the story that I absolutely adoooore is how after he missed her for so long, he didn't immediately start touching her, that it was actually very difficult for him to get himself to a point where he felt like he could (and the detail about the nurses slowly getting him acclimated to touching her again? MY HEART) but with sentences like this you show how much he still cares and it makes the internal conflicts he is having so rich. If it hasn't been clear already I am obsessed with everything you write but this series has such a special place in my heart.

OH OH OH ALSO the conversation where she says that she doesn't want to keep him from the life he built without her and he says there was no life without her.... I think about that bit CONSTANTLY. Like I can imagine her internal monologue, how she must wonder if he found someone else, if he feels the same way about her still, the total uncertainty of what her life will look like now bc overnight everything she had was ripped from her. And it is so heartbreaking to think about the fact that she doesn't know Santi's inner monologue, bc even if you're married and you know someone really well, that doubt and insecurity of whether you still have a place in someone's life can haunt you. To have Santi in a single sentence basically throw that doubt out the window???? I don't want to work I want to religiously reread every word of this story and cry over how much I love it

currently crying in the middle of a volkswagen dealership while i wait for service to give me my car back wtf i

i mean it when i say this, i've literally had no interest in writing recently because i've felt like no one enjoys my shit anymore but your asks have brought back my inspiration and desire and ugh ugh ugh i've literally been sitting here editing and you keep me holding on bc spoiler, one day i might try to turn it into an original piece...hehehe

i'm so glad that there are so many different parts to this story that stick out for you, i always find it so interesting to see!! for me, one thing i constantly think about are months seven through ten like why did i do this to myself ugh ugh ugh

[futureotstudent]

Looking Back To Move Forward- The Importance of Self-reflection.

Imagine you’re a baker trying to perfect the recipe of a new cake for your bakery. The first time you try, the cake does not rise and instead of evaluating which ingredients work or if they are the correct amounts, you just remake the batch expecting a different outcome. Quite silly, isn’t it? Well, this is the same concept of self-reflection. “We learn by experiences and mistakes. But, unless we question ourselves about what our experiences mean and think actively about them, research has shown that we won’t make any changes” (Herbert-Smith, n.d.).

It feels like it is just yesterday that I received my university acceptance letter and to think that I am almost three-quarters of the way through to being an OT is surreal. Whilst I am proud of all the growth I’ve made, there are some “ingredients” that need tweaking. At this point in my journey, it is important to not just reflect on how far I’ve come but also where I am going and how I could be the best OT I envision to be. “Reflecting helps you to develop your skills and review their effectiveness, rather than just carry-on doing things as you have always done them.” (The Open University, n.d.)

According to The Open University,( n.d.), some factors that guide reflection include thinking about your strengths, weaknesses, happiness, and solutions. When I reflect on my journey, I count my ability to build a rapport with my client, show understanding and show empathy and not sympathy as valuable strengths.

Whilst capitalizing on my strengths is important, my weaknesses may overshadow if neglected and not improved on. “If you have a strong right arm and a very weak left arm you will always favour your strong arm to carry something heavy. Over time, you risk tweaking your back because you’ve been putting so much weight on one side of your body”. (Lipkin, n.d.)

One of my biggest weaknesses is being unable to be overly firm in my handling of patients when required. I am able to set boundaries but the line between respecting a patient’s choice and being firm to ensure the therapeutic nature of a session is not as clear as it should be to me. This is a weakness that I have identified and am working on.

These are just a few examples of my strengths and weaknesses that I need to harness and improve respectively as I continue to journey to be a qualified OT.

Another factor that guides self-reflection is feedback from others. Feedback is known to increase “self-awareness, helping you reflect on your performance and progress in your current role.” (Deeper Signals | the Top 5 Reasons Why Feedback Is Critical to Success, n.d.). I used to be fearful of feedback but now I view it as a chance to learn and grow.

The basis for self-reflection is passion. “Passion is an essential ingredient in being the best you can be, bringing you pride and purpose—and advancing your career to heights you may not have considered.” (What Does It Mean to Have Passion in Your Work? And Why Is It Essential? n.d.). This passion is what drives me and will continue to drive me to make these changes and not just offer a service to others that is merely acceptable but to be able to look back after providing therapy and be proud of what I had to offer. So, no matter how difficult some days may get, I let go of the mistakes, hold on the lessons, and move forward towards growth. As I am closer to the end of my OT student journey, constant self-reflection is what will aid me in achieving my goals.

References

Deeper Signals | The Top 5 Reasons Why Feedback is Critical to Success. (n.d.). Www.deepersignals.com. Retrieved August 18, 2023, from https://www.deepersignals.com/blog/the-top-5-reasons-why-feedback-is-critical-to-success#:~:text=Encouraging%20self%2Dreflection&text=In%20this%20way%2C%20feedback%20is%20an%20important%20means%20for%20increasing

Herbert-Smith, K. (n.d.). The importance of self-reflection. Blog.irisconnect.com. https://blog.irisconnect.com/uk/community/blog/importance-of-self-reflection/#:~:text=Self%2Dreflection%20enables%20you%20to

Lipkin, N. (n.d.). You Need To Know Your Weaknesses To Boost Your Success. Forbes. Retrieved August 18, 2023, from https://www.forbes.com/sites/nicolelipkin/2022/06/28/you-need-to-know-your-weaknesses-to-boost-your-success/?sh=40b4e6307221

The Open University. (n.d.). Www5.Open.ac.uk. https://www5.open.ac.uk/choose/unison/develop/my-skills/self-reflection#:~:text=Reflecting%20helps%20you%20to%20develop

What Does It Mean to Have Passion in Your Work? And Why Is It Essential? (n.d.). Www.linkedin.com. https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/what-does-mean-have-passion-your-work-why-essential-cheri-gudaitis

[mostly-mundane-atla]

Hi! What kind of goods, do you think, Water Tribes are likely to export and import? North and South comic tried to make a story of oil discovery at the South Pole, but I hope they are not going to end up an oil-export based economy. Would they export furs? I am pretty sure rich folk in FN and EK would want the furs, but is it something Water Tribes be willing to do? Would they export ice (or waterbending services?) And what would they import, not just as luxury items, but as a staple?

Ooh, this is an interesting one.

Ice as an export makes a lot of sense. Everyone wants to keep food cold to slow down spoilage, and chilling food as a means to prep it allows for all kinds of methods. I'm sure waterbenders would make quick work of cutting ice into pieces and keeping it frozen throughout the shipping process and perhaps even installing the ice into cellars for customers.

Furs as they are, i'm not so sure about, as the qualities that make polar furs great clothes for polar regions can make them difficult to handle outside of those regions. My mom's rabbit skin parka can only be worn at -30°F or colder, otherwise, it's uncomfortably warm, and that's taking the stitching being worn out in places into consideration. Fur scraps to use as trim could be a good market. Baleen would be a hot commodity in a pre-plastic world. It can't be melted and poured into a mold like plastic, but it is a waterproof, sturdy material with plenty of give and with enough time and applied heat, will mold to the shape you bend it into. (For those unfamiliar with the details of corsetry: this is why baleen was used for corset bones. Not only did they offer sturdy, yet not brittle or shatter-prone support, but the baleen sewn into the corset would mold to the wearer's body due to their body heat, providing a custom fit once it was broken into or "seasoned.") Ivory, both fresh and fossilized, is easily carved, smooth to the touch, and has an elegant look. With any number of uses and the difficulty of obtaining it (fossilized ivory especially can only really be obtained through luck because it washes up in tidal pools after something someone dropped ages in the water), i imgine artisans of the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation would pay a lot for it.

Traditional art is another possible market, and craftsmanship has always been a means to bring in other resources irl, even before circumpolar peoples were pulled into a cash economy. To this day, a lot of money is found in selling traditional art of traditional material, including ivory, baleen, bone, antler, fur and skin, intestine, shell, sinew, nephrite jade, soapstone, grass, and driftwood. This art could come in the form of jewellery, sculptures and figurines, scrimshaw, miniature models of things like boats or dance masks, slippers, spoons, tobacco pipes, waterproof garments and wrappings of intestine and specialized sinew stitching, baskets, boxes, hairpins, traditional toys and more. People generally like to fill their homes with beautiful things, and expensive ones if they have the money for it. One can easily imagine nobility or even royalty spending a pretty penny commissioning, say, baleen scrimshaw illustrations of classical literary works for a library well-decorated with unique art from around the world and none of it captures darkness and light quite the same, or a matching necklace and earrings set of nephrite and shell beads to gift a beloved wife because no other material quite compares to the light in her eyes, or a likeness in memory of a father known for his strength and tenacity carved in ivory; a material so dangerous to come by, it takes at least four men to harvest a body that yeilds two pieces.

If they have oil, they might also have gold, but i don't think that's really all that much better in terms of exploiting indigenous peoples and damaging the environment and local ecosystems.

For services, i've mentioned before ways waterbenders fleeing the Fire Nation's genocidal raids in the south pole might make a living in the Earth Kingdom without giving away that they're waterbenders. I said stonecutting (carrying grit in the water makes it even easier) and drying grain for farmers (typically dried laying it out in the sun, if not done thoroughly enough you get mold). I could also see dehydrating fruit and veggies and mushrooms to keep them perserved getting an income, as well as laundry services. Canonically the best healers in the world are women from the north pole. Waterbending aids them in spiritual healing and perhaps physical healing as well, given that so much of wellness involves keeping body fluids where they need to be. One could charge a heavy fee for those skills and services.

A word about luxury imports vs imported houshold staples; what falls into which cattegory is subject to change as it's entirely based on how affordable and available various items are. For example, is something as ubiquitous and notable an aspect of the universe as tea affordable for all social classes? What about sugar? Foreign spices? Candles? Paper and ink? For simplicity's sake, I'll be going off of what is canonically or easily assumed to be available and frequently used in-universe as well as items imported into Native villages irl.

Rice is an easy starch to eat and store. I can easily see it used to suppliment a water tribe diet. Tea could be helpful for its caffeine, though it is not necessary especially if we assume they have fireweed to process into ivan chai which has B vitamins which also give's one energy.

With vegetables, buying them is a lot easier than buying soil, keeping it warm, and growing what they can. Potatoes are always a good idea, being a hearty starch with a lot of nutrients. Onions and garlic are quite flavorful. Fruit could also supplement nutrients that are hard to come by in such a meat-heavy and low-fiber diet. They preserve well dried or in jam and their sweetness makes them easier for children to eat. Dairy and soy products would be helpful with calcium deficiencies. Given their infamous fickleness, however, i think fresh fruits and dairy would be considered higher end items to be used up quickly before they spoil.

My heart wants them to have pilot bread/hardtack since unlike the other starches mentioned, it requires no prep to eat, and if it's packaged in a long, dark blue box with a sailor on it, so much the better. Vinegar and sugar are both flavorful and allow for more preservation techniques than freezing and fermenting alone, and so would be optimal to have. Whether or not they would buy up yeast and flower depends on if you think the Water Tribes would incorporate bread into their cultures, which i'm all for but some may think unnecessary. I don't think alcohol would serve any purpose but for sterilization, and if i'm honest, Water Tribesmen drinking gets a little too close to racist jokes for me to recommend writing no questions asked. Ginger and black pepper would probably be the most favored spices due to how compatible they would be to the flavor profiles of local foods, but other spices might also be common too.

Paper for ink and ink for paper would be a good investment for letterwriting and ordering specific goods rather than hoping a merchant will offer them. Theoricically, parchment and ink could be made domestically of skins and soot, respectively, but I'm not sure if that would be the more efficient use of resources or if imported paper and ink would be preferable.

When irl circumpolar people assimilated, the textile industry favored cotton, and so sturdy and often printed cottons were the defualt fabric brought into the villages. Without the circumstances leading to that (cotton plantations run on brutal slave labor and specific technological advancements that made it much easier to process) i think the fabic of choice would be linen. Linen is a much more low-maintinence and fiber to produce and its low elasticity makes it very durable. The antimicrobial properties make it a no brainer for medical uses (bandages, patient bedding, healer's smocks, just for a few examples) and the moisture wicking and cooling qualities would make it very attractive to a wife tending her oil lamp in a house that prioritizes insulation over ventilation or a hardworking hunter sweating into thick furs. Wool, with the way it insulates even when wet, might also be considered a good enough investment to import. Whether or not they have any sort of way to raise fiber domestically (some kind of fantasy musk-oxen, perhaps) is up for interpretation as canon doesn't seem to suggest one way or the other.

As far as for building and housewares: lumber and metal goods. Pots used by the irl Inupiat were typically carved of wood and water was boiled in them with hot stones rather than placing them over fire, ulu blades were traditionally sharpened slate, and arrowheads were shaped of bone or antler. Even scrap iron and steel can be repurposed for tools and art, making a good resource to have and probably a good deal for both sides of the trade. Wood was used irl, not always as the main building material, but almost always as a frame and typically for flooring. Storage caches were also typically wood as well as the stilt houses of King Island. Often the main source was driftwood as the environment and wildlife dependant lifestyle of the Inupiat made growing trees for lumber at such a scale close to impossible. A supply of well-treated, sturdy lumber would be good to have and use. If any of this was taken into consideration when Jianzhu was asking for a loan to get lumber to the Southern Water Tribe in Rise of Kyoshi, then it would come off a lot less like "the poor savages need our advanced wood boat technology" and more genuinely altruistic.

[angolicious]

I see Ango as one to pass out immediately after nutting

Ango aftercare Headcanons

I’m ready. It’s time.

Okay so first of all- i 100% agree with anon.

Ango probably really wants to top. He really does! And if you are a more bottom leaning person he can be a really great service top.

But like- that’s not what this is about. Ango doesn’t always NEED to be the top, and in order for you to be able to have a healthy and active sex like with him, you have to know this.

Nine times out of ten, he comes home from work… absolutely exhausted. And when i say that, i am not over exaggerating in the slightest.

He comes home, with eye bags, bloodshot eyes, sometimes he’s a little out of it. On really bad nights, when he gets home, his whole body will be shaking slightly from having forgotten to eat while he was at work.

He probably couldn’t hold himself up long enough to try and thrust into you. He’s that tired.

And stressed… god he’s so stressed. He’s stressed beyond his wildest beliefs and you can see it in his eyes as soon as he enters the home. He needs a break, which you luckily and provide for him.

Ango would never go so far as to ask for anything from you. Not unless he’s had the worst day ever, and even then, he might just simply request that you let him rest his head on your shoulder, or he might ask for a hug.

But he desperately needs a partner who will step up and make that move for him, and offer to hold him, or love him, before he ever even asks. He needs to feel like someone cares.

Despite his exhaustion, sex is always a great way to show him that! Nothing too terribly rough or physically taxing. He probably literally could not handle it.

Ango loves the nights when you crawl into bed with him, and start trailing soft kisses down his neck and over his shoulders. His neck is super sensitive, so if you just kiss and suck on it for a while, he’s already in heaven.

But trail your kisses lower, because he needs that. Ango needs to be praised, because let’s face it, he doesn’t get a lot of that on a day to day basis. He absolutely adores it when you call him handsome, or sweet.

You once told him, “that’s my handsome man…. I love you so much….” When coming up for a breath while sucking his dick, and he literally just came right there all over your face. Hopefully you remembered that to use it again. Because he absolutely adores it.

Anything along the lines of “baby, babe, my baby.” Used in the bedroom is a major turn on for him- he just… really loves it for some reason???

However he also adores it outside of the bedroom too-. He always calls you “dear.” Or “love.” But the first time he heard you call him baby, he melted.

Anywho- My adhd ass is getting off track.

Aftercareee-

By the time that you’ve made him cum, he’s basically completely spent. He is… absolutely exhausted. You’re not gonna be able to get anything else out of him, he’s too shaky and tired to move again. (Let me specify this is for nights after he’s come home from work. If he’s got a day off or a dedicated evening to spend with you, he can go a few rounds as a great switch before finally tapping out.)

He really appreciates that you don’t push him past his limits when he can’t do it, and instead you simply offer him something that feels good before bed. The fact that you do that for no reason other than to help him feel better will never cease to astound him…. And he’s literally so in love with you for it.

He hates to go to bed sticky, so he’ll work with you to shakily lumber out of bed and into your arms so that you guys can take a shower together.

By this point he’s typically nothing but a lump, so even when standing in the shower with you, he just kinda flops his head onto your shoulder and leans his weight against you.

If you’re short and little- best of luck. He’s tall and he has long limbs so he might weigh you down and take you to the floor.

If you can hold him. Please god just hold him. Nothing feels better to him than to just rest against you in your arms, with your hands gently rubbing at his back.

He’ll probably be sensitive to touch, so if you brush his inner thighs or lower stomach after he’s cum, he might twitch and whine slightly. This is- not an invitation to go a round two… unless you’re a mega sadist who wants to watch him whimper from overstim….

Just- shower with him and then take him back to bed. He’ll probably mumble incoherently in a half awake state. Just agree with everything he says and softly coax him back into bed, and thennnn you can lay down with him and let him sleep. He’ll probably push his face into your chest, your stomach, or your shoulder. He’ll sleep there with his arms around your waist.

He always gets a little embarrassed about his behavior the morning after. But you know he couldn’t have helped it, he was exhausted.

So just make him a cup of coffee and adjust his tie for him while he gets ready for work. Make him breakfast.

He really likes it when you help him adjust his suit before he walks out the door. But the best part is when you hand him his briefcase, kiss his cheek, and call him your baby before telling him to have a good day at work.

Long story short this man is so fucking in love with you. He’d set the world on fire for you. Period. Please please take care of him… please.