#til 30 tags is the max

[onboardsorasora]

Tennis AU anyone?

I took a break from writing anything for the past week and my brain appreciated it because it started giving me cute ideas for these boys again :))) Sorry I took so long! This is inspired by my tags on this amazing post

Part 1 | Part 29 | Part 31

Part 30

Daniel walked across the desolate hospitality peppered with news crews giving updates even though it was ass o clock in the morning. They had been at the paddock all day. Literally all day. 20+ hours so far. Daniel felt like his brain was bordering mush. Manic was the only thing he knew. Delirium was up next.

Vegas had been great til this point. Amazing, truly. He'd had a few media commitments of his own, oddly enough. Someone somewhere found out about his love for the UFC and that turned into a whole thing where he was meeting Bruce Buffer and simulating a call up to the octagon. And then he got to spar with Max Holloway. It was surreal and kinda crazy and he was going to be in a video game ad???? 

The ‘opening ceremony’ had been weird and chaotic– very Vegas minus the party drugs. And overall, cold. Daniel burrowed deeper into his borrowed Alpha Tauri jacket. He hoped Pyry didn't need it back any time soon.

Max had said he could leave at 1am when the place was emptying out. But they didn't hadn't known when FP2 would actually start and he truly didn't want to leave Max all bored and alone for the whole time. It was more fun to pass the time together than Daniel trying to stay awake in their hotel room and texting Max who may or may not be napping or filming content.

Which brought him back here, he'd gone for a walk, leaving his boyfriend sprawled out on the tiny couch as he took a nap. Max needed it, because when the next practice session finally happens, he'd be in the car for ninety odd minutes. And if Daniel's brain was currently mush…he couldn't imagine having to actually focus on his job after this.

Daniel smiled and waved to Charles who was stood outside the Ferrari hospitality, chatting with Pierre. Carlos and Esteban were both fine thankfully, and the extra time was helping the teams fix the cars in time. Max had been pissed when he'd heard all that was going on. Daniel knew he said as much to the press but they truly hadn't seen the brunt of it. Not Max pacing the garage or his driver room, gesturing wildly and cursing loudly.

Either way, Daniel had been able to calm him down a bit. Surprisingly the little couch could withstand the pressure of two grown men fucking frantically on its shallow cushions. Daniel's thighs still burned a little from the impromptu exercise.

Fist bumping Genty and a few other mechanics, Daniel made his way back into the garage. He took a left down the little hallway and let himself quietly into Max's driver room. He expected to see his love still asleep, maybe. Or watching some endurance racing. 

He hadn't expected to see Max dressed up in a white race suit that looked like an Elvis costume… complete with gold belt and a red sparkly cape.

Daniel's jaw dropped in his surprise but that was quickly discarded for the loudest laugh he could ever remember making once he saw the sour look on Max's face. That was the only description of the surly pout that drew Max's cute face in.

Daniel couldn't even make it through the door before he was folded over gasping for breath. His body was wracked with those belly clenching laughs that sounded like painful spasms of a gasp. He couldn't get air into his lungs. This was how he was gonna die; on the floor in Vegas. Not in a hotel room, possibly overdosing on a good time. No he was gonna pass away from laughing so hard he suffocated.

Tell my mama I love her, because this is an unholy death.

“Daniel, you are being ridiculous, of course.” Max was unamused. Which was fine because Daniel was equally amused for the both of them.

“Maxy, you've killed me!” Daniel gasped in a ragged breath only to look up at his boyfriend again– he stood silently in the middle of the small room with his hands on his hips, the cape flared out. Daniel dissolved into helpless giggles once more. He bounced where he stood and clapped his hands. There were tears running down his face. Real tears. Max's pout only became more pronounced.

“You are overreacting, I think.” Max rolled his eyes before taking up some folded up dark fabric and chucking it at Daniel's head. That surprised him enough out of his giggles to be able to breathe and collect himself a little.

Daniel chuckled involuntarily and wiped at his eyes with the heels of his palms. His cheeks hurt, his chest hurt. He looked down at the fabric crumpled on the ground and raised his brow when he saw identical stars to Max's suit.

“Vicky figured you'd get a kick out of it. Had I known you would be killing yourself laughing, I would have told her not to bother, I think.” Max muttered, hands squarely on his hips again.

“Oh Maxy, don't be like that.” Daniel teased with a small grin. He unfolded the fabric to see that it was a black race suit, Oracle Red Bull Racing, with all the sponsors. The pattern was identical to Max's just opposite coloured complete with golden Elvis belt and glitter (because it wasn't an fia compliant race suite to be raced in). Daniel's mouth dropped open and he looked from Max's face to the suit in his hands a few times, before his eyes zeroed in on his name and flag on the hip.

He fingered the letters and swiped his thumb unconsciously over the southern cross of the flag. Sure he and Max had joked about putting him in one of Max's race suits, joked about roleplaying that Daniel was a racer even. But he truly hadn’t expected to get one of his own…with his name on it.

“You should try it on. So we match.” Max smiled at him softly and Daniel grinned back, finally stepping fully into the room and closing the door. 

Max helped him put on the race suit, complete with boots and matching fireproofs. The look Max gave him when he put that on was filed away for later. Daniel zipped up the black suit that fit him snugly and twisted and turned in the mirror– he looked good. It was surreal.

“C'mon, your laughing made us late.”

“Late for what?” They left the room together and Max flicked his cape at Daniel who cackled again. They walked into the garage, and everyone turned to look at them. Max rolled his eyes at the grins that formed on his mechanics’ faces. He was going to kill Vicky. Thankfully Checo walked out of his driver's room at the same time– in a red version of the suit, complete with white sparkly cape. That set Daniel off again, which set Micheal and Brad off and then everyone in the garage was giggling. The mutual delirium was peaking.

“Do I get a cape too?” Daniel fingered Checo's cape. A tuft of fabric hit him in the side of the head. He turned to flip Blake off, knowing it was him. The man's phone was up, no doubt taking more blackmail photos. 

The fabric opened to show a gold and black sparkly cape and Daniel eagerly put it on. He twirled this way and that before flicking his finger guns.

“Thank ya, thank ya very much.” He did in a poor imitation of Elvis’ accent. Checo giggled and Max snorted a laugh, Daniel counted it as a win.

They ended up having an impromptu photoshoot and Daniel got to live his race day dream for a little bit while Max was whisked away to do some more videos for tiktok. Daniel had kissed the scowl off of his lips. Daniel was chatting to Blake in a corner, race suit turned down at his waist like a sexy banana, when they heard that FP2 would be in an hour. That galvanized everyone into action with a sense of ‘work to be done’. Max shuffled back in quickly after that in his regular race suit and immediately went to stand with GP. Daniel and Blake watched it all happening around them like a factory production line.

“You drive your truck like shit but if Red Bull needs a PR merchant, I told Vicky she can call you.” Blake teased. Daniel snorted and threw Max's balaclava at him.

[sorrygotthesesacks]

Response to fic request (Malleus, Idia)

For @moody-b1tch, the only person who responded to my "give me two characters and I'll write a few lines of dialogue" invitation.

Which is probably a good thing, because this is ... I don't even know what this is.

Characters: Malleus, Idia, with extra bonus prompt: water

Which is included...metaphorically, I guess.

As usual, this kinda got away from me. Don't think it's good enough to post on AO3 - it's hardly good enough to post here on Tumblr - but it's 1221 words and I do love when the word count is a fun number like that.

Also: TIL that Tumblr has a limit of 30 tags per post. How did I learn this? No reason in particular.

Also also: It used to be 1221 words and then I panicked and rewrote some of it.

“Sometimes it’s better to forget. Pretend it never happened.”

“Is that how you truly feel, Shroud?”

“Gah! You look like you’re ready to incinerate me! Not that I think you’re gonna go all OP again. … Uh, you’re not, right?”

“It would be foolish to repeat such folly. Surely you, of all people, can agree.”

“Of course I agree! I’m just like. Not used to this heart-to-heart protag chat. I’m not some shounen manga hero with an 'I'm-all-fired-up!' speech, and even if I was, it’d be pretty cringe coming from me. Your guards are good at that sorta thing. Especially the big guy. He seriously likes to talk! Or Silver. He’s got that intense princely vibe.”

“Silver and Sebek have had much to say, but it is your thoughts that I am most interested in hearing.”

“Because I’m one of the SSR level problem children? You could talk to anyone else about this! Leona, he was big mad. Your guards were there; they can vouch. Or Riddle! That hothead was the first. He probably has some S tier thoughts on his experience.”

“SSR…? Shroud, I am interested in your thoughts. You hold the power to enter the underworld. To speak with those who have crossed to the other side.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! I can open the gate, but that was a one-time thing, going down there. You saw how that turned out.”

“I did not. I was at Night Raven College, if you recall.”

“Of course you were here. After you went all berserker mode, I don’t think Charon would’ve been enough to get you to the Island of Woe.”

“You could have simply invited me.”

“Invite the great and powerful Malleus to play a sim game? Are you for real?”

“I am quite real.”

“That’s not - yeah, okay. Anyway, it’s more like a curse, the gate opening thing, and not Pumpkin Knight level cool.”

“Is it not? Shoenheit, Rosehearts, and Kingscholar all mentioned that the closer one travels to Tartarus, the colder it gets.”

“I meant it wasn’t exactly fire. Not like … dragon fire, fire. I mean, it’s not…”

“Shroud. I am merely teasing. Is that not what friends do? Lilia and the Child of Man assure me that it is.”

“Friends?”

“We have spent time together. We have shared experiences. Are you telling me that is not common with friends?”

“You sound like Ortho.”

“Your sibling is wise indeed. I understand that it was he who prevented you from using your River Lethe. Come now, Shroud, surely you can agree that at least some of those memories were to be cherished.”

(Eep! Is he serious? Even if I had an IRL trap card to flip this, could I even use one against someone as OP as him?)

“Shroud, are you unwell?”

“I’m f-fine! HP is at max. Wait, what are you doing?”

“Calling Lilia so that he may assist me in translating.”

(Gah, is he really using a synchro summon?) “You don’t need to do that!”

“It appears I cannot. My phone screen is blank. Lilia will be rather cross.”

“Your phone’s broken?”

“It happens frequently. Lilia has told me many times to be careful. My lightning has broken several phones just this semester alone.”

“I, uh, can fix it.”

“You would do that?”

“Hee hee. It just needs to withstand high electrical input. EZ PZ.”

“Lemon squeezy.”

(Did he seriously just say ‘lemon squeezy?’)

“Shroud?”

“EEP! I mean, I was just surprised to hear you say that.”

“Is that not how it goes?”

“No! You got it right! It’s just weird hearing it from the Malleus Draconia.”

“Why is that?”

“It just is! Let me see your phone. I mean, if you trust me with it.”

“Here. You cannot possibly damage it more than I have.”

“How old is this phone? I haven’t seen one of these since pre-5G.”

“Can you repair it?”

“Of course I can fix it, but it needs a serious upgrade.”

“What would you like in exchange?”

“Huh? You don’t have to give me anything!”

“Of course. Because we we are friends.”

“No, we're not!"

“Is there something about myself that causes you hesitation?”

“It’s not that. It’s not you, it’s me.”

“I, too, would like everyone to forget what happened. What I did. The lengths to which I went in order to selfishly hold on to something - to someone - who is dear to me.”

“Where is all this heart-to-heart coming from?”

“If we are to be friends, we should be honest with one another. I have learned that by watching Lilia with Diamond and Al-Asim, and by listening to Silver and Sebek. It is not an easy thing, but I must start somewhere.”

“Why are you starting with me?”

“Because we have a shared experience. This ‘SRR problem child’ status.”

“SSR.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Ah, the uh, it’s SSR, not SRR. It stands for Super Super Rare.”

“That makes what we share uncommon.”

“Yeah, you, me, and five other people. Uh, here’s your phone.”

“You are done with it already?”

“I couldn’t upgrade it more with what I have here, but the screen is fixed, and it has lightning fast internet speed. No pun intended!”

“You do get so easily flustered around me. You are an interesting man, Shroud. Oh, I see Lilia has been trying to reach me. We must do this again.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

“Until we meet again.”

“Yeah, kthxbai.”

“Idia? Was that Malleus Draconia who just disappeared into thin air?”

“Hey, Ortho. Yeah.”

“You have made another new friend!”

“We’re not friends! My HP is critically low after that.”

“Your heart rate is accelerated, but the rest of your vital signs are within normal ranges. And I clearly heard Malleus Draconia state that you are friends!”

“I know you mean well, Ortho, but-”

“I think he needs a friend, too.”

“Malleus Draconia? Needing a friend?”

“We have spent time together. We have shared experiences. This ‘SRR problem child’ status.”

“Idia?”

“Yeah, Ortho?”

“You’re smiling.”

“I was just thinking about the new volume of the Mew Mew Chronicles manga!”

“Yes, I remember. It arrived in the mail just this morning.”

“So of course I’m excited. It’s the only good thing that’s happened since all of this started. I’m, uh, going to the store to pick up some snacks, if you want to go with me.”

(Your heart rate and eye movement tell me otherwise, Big Brother, but I am happy to see you happy.) “Of course! I’m interested in seeing the ingredients in this new mystery flavored fruit twist that Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade were arguing over.”

“It can’t be worse than last year’s pineapple-lemon-licorice mystery flavor.”

Ortho remembered that. It had been very popular the first two weeks, with numerous reactions posted to Magicam. After that, the only person purchasing it had been Lilia Vanrouge. His eyes lit up.

“You should buy some for Malleus Draconia and Lilia Vanrouge! And Silver and Sebek Zigvolt, too! And Cater Diamond, and Rook Hunt, and…”

By the time they were done, they’d purchased a mystery flavored candy twist for all of the third year students, all of the housewardens, plus Silver and Sebek Zigvolt, Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade, the Ramshackle prefect, and Grim (especially Grim).

Ortho’s analysis of the candy indicated the primary flavors were seaweed and cinnamon, and he could hardly wait to see everyone’s reactions.

Everyone's, but especially Idia’s newest friend, Malleus Draconia.

[risaceofhearts]

TIL the max number of tags is 30

I learned this by oversharing on a post about exercise and weight loss

Good start of the day

[danifesting]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @yekoc! Thank you for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

72, with the largest number in hockey rpf (59)

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

646,636

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently: F1 rpf and hockey rpf, I have also written for Marvel and The Mortal Instruments fandoms in the past

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Most of my most kudosed are F1 fics despite my half decade in hockey fandom. I wrote a lot of rarepairs there or ships that became popular but were just getting off the ground. By kudos:

live in five (which honestly surprised me a little since it's about a nonbinary character) (Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen)

we're dancing in this world alone (Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick)

maybe we did something right (Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen)

pegging and other adventures (Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen)

got suckered in (Carter Hart/Travis Konecny)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I didn't used to reply to comments for a long time but over the last like 2-3 years I respond to every comment I get. I tend to do it as soon as I get the ao3 email so I won't forget to do it. I like responding to comments now that I do and I enjoy engaging with the readers of my fics.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't write angsty endings. All of my fics end happily.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think most of them are equally happily but I think the two most hard earned ones are play til you win (in which Daniel is an alcoholic who has to quit drinking and go to therapy to get there) and unchained melody (which is set in the 1950s and involves a lot of depression and self denial and immense heartbreak before they get there). I think to me the most hard fought victories are the happiest, especially when you have to overcome great odds to get there like in these two fics.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

So, when I wrote regret (Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick, regency omegaverse) I made a person a villain and got like 30 harassing comments from the same person about making him the villain. He deserved to be the villain.

I also got some not so nice comments on maybe we did something right because Max says of course a lot which honestly, if anything, I undersold it compared to real life.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes! I think at least half if not more of my fics contain smut. I actually enjoy the challenge of writing it. I've written a lot of different kinds but largely it's pretty vanilla. My favorite smut to write is definitely f/f though since it's the kind I obviously know that most about.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I once wrote a Mitch Marner/Shawn Mendes fic for a dear friend who was going through a hard time. It's very cute.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, no

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Another one where if I have, I don't know about it. People are totally welcome to translate my fic though! I would be quite flattered.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! I co-wrote a rather long soulmate trope subversion fic with a friend for hockey big bang one year and I think we did a great job marrying our writing styles. The fic is where the light went (Nico Hischier/Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick)

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? In F1, it's far and away Maxiel. For hockey rpf it's a 3-way tie between TK/Nolan, Jack/Nico, and Mitch/Dylan. I'm Marvel, easily Stucky.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Sadly, my Nico/Nolan college gymnastics au. I only have the first couple of pages written and I think the idea is brilliant (it's rule 63 and in it Nolan missed out on Olympic gold in a tie break scenario like Raisman and Mustafina) but I think it's never going to happen, especially now that I'm writing hockey less than I used to.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Strong research, and setting a time and place that is very grounded when I write AUs (particularly those that are set in the past)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I think I don't always keep to the fandom general consensus of characterization very well but I'm not sure that's truly a weakness.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Absolutely not. I only speak English really at all and Google is a very poor translator. I don't want to get another language wrong and I don't really think it serves to move the story along if the other party wouldn't understand it anyway.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

A long deleted Welcome to Nightvale fic that was only 800 words long and was deleted 6 months after I posted it on ao3 because it wasn't very good.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

It is 100% unchained melody. I think it's lush and beautiful and rich storytelling that's very grounded in the time and place (late 1950s, Winnipeg) it's written and I don't think I will ever write anything as wonderful as that. A close second though is play til you win which I think has some similar qualities in terms of groundedness in time and place (mid 2000s, central New Jersey).

Tagging: @thewindowatkirkland @fourmula1 @33max and @nobrakesdown

[fairytalefragments]

✦ hello everyone! im very sorry abt the longer then expected break, but im doing much better now so im excited to get back to posting! and i also apologise for the extra long wait but i am going to be making a few changes however

mostly just that im gonna start posting edits on a queue now! it'll be 5 posts a day, but for some reason this style of posting like i was doing before my big breaks just seems to work better for my brain so yeah! asks will still be answered but posts won't be linked in them anymore, bc of this anyone with custom anon tags will have the requests themselves tagged now (im going to go back and do thus retroactively too) as well as actually being mentioned in the body of the post; i.e. saying "for 🌼 anon", instead of just "for anonymous"

im gonna give myself some time to fill up the queue and work through the backlog of requests, so I'm going to start posting requests again next monday, and the inbox will stay open til then even if it continues to be overfull. i have also increased the inbox max requests to 30!

but anyway, thank you all so much for the continued support and being so patient with me, im wishing you all the best! 💙

[iwasagod]

Please note: This section will be updated from time to time.

Name: Kaz (or Kazu, Kazuki)

Age: 30+

Birthday: November 20th

Time Zone: GMT-3

Mostly Active: Before noon and between 5 PM and 8 PM. Occasionally, I'm up til late hours.

Preferred writing style: Novella (5+ paragraphs) and Multi-para (min 3 paragraphs max 5).

The tag I track for anything OOC is right this way.

[fuelinthetank]

Please note: This section will be updated from time to time.

Name: Kaz (or Kazu, Kazuki)

Age: 30+

Birthday: November 20th

Time Zone: GMT-3

Mostly Active: Before noon and between 5 PM and 8 PM. Occasionally, I'm up til late hours.

Preferred writing style: Novella (5+ paragraphs) and Multi-para (min 3 paragraphs max 5).

The tag I track for anything OOC is right this way.

[bloodstainedstar]

Please note: This section will be updated from time to time.

Name: Kaz (or Kazu, Kazuki)

Age: 30+

Birthday: November 20th

Time Zone: GMT-3

Mostly Active: Before noon and between 5 PM and 8 PM. Occasionally, I'm up til late hours.

Preferred writing style: Novella (5+ paragraphs) and Multi-para (min 3 paragraphs max 5).

The tag I track for anything OOC is right this way.

[sharksa-shivers]

Nucleo dialog dump because i 💚you radiation boyo

Coworker: (pinches nose, annoyed)Nathan, aren't you in your 30s? Why are you painting your nails and believing in childish things like aliens? What's wrong with you?

Nucleo:(glances over, sighs before turning around and responding) You're bout 48 right? Why are you already such a stick in the mud? Kids don't call you anymore do they? Ever wonder why that is? Cuz i can take a couple guesses…

Coworker:(he kind of sneers, obviously Nucleo hit a nerve, we see Nucleo kind of smirk, tries to rebuttal back)You're one to talk! You don't even have kids!!!! 30 with nothing!!! No wife, no house, no kids, nothing!!!!

Nucleo:(amused)Cuz i have other priorities…Like finding aliens and collecting metal albums cuz that's what i wanna do…(shrugs)I mean…I'm happy and you seem miserable so i mean, i must be doing something right, yknow? --------- Nucleo:(Frustrated as hell, driving The Trio derps back to The Campsite)What is it with you kids and getting yourselves into insane trouble all the time huh??? Literally i just…(inhales and exhales, collecting himself, annoyed)Look…I literally just like…I just want to have a normal Thursday afternoon at work. Do my job, help people, get paid, all that good shit…I get off at 5, wanna order take out sushi, pick it up, go home and then watch shitty cheesey alien movies from the 80's okay? That's all i want…That's it! But fuckin…Everyday, it's something!!! You get yourselves into something or Orange drags me into something or just SOMETHING!!!! IT'S ALWAYS SOMETHING!!!!!!!

(It's quite til Max speaks, being a smartass)

Max:(immediately wrecks this merman)…Why do you agree to do all of Orange Hair's crap then? Is it cuz you just…Like being her bitch or…?

Nucleo:(he slams on the breaks and just sits there, The Trio derps all just looking nervously at him and each other…Nucleo just looks like he's about to fucking snap, quite as he just anxiety laughs)…I…We're moving on. No more fucking talking. Shut up. ------ Nucleo:(enraged)No???? What the hell???? Orange, they're kids, they're teenagers, they DON'T need to be doing this!!!!

OH:(shrugs)I mean…Max likes it so…

Nucleo:(huffs out a breath, annoyed and irritated)Max likes alot of shit he shouldn't like, he tried to hack into multiple bank accounts the other day…

Max:(just overhearing)YOU GUYS KNOW THAT I CAN HEAR YOU RIGHT? AND THAT I'D 1000% DO THAT AGAIN???

Nucleo:(yelling back)STAY OUT OF THIS, GOD!!! (Back at OH, angry)You can't just be forcing these kids to do all this dangerous stuff, they should be at the movies and fucking around at the mall, not delivering LITERAL BOMBS ACROSS TOWN FOR YOU!!!!!!! ---------- (Tis the group trip with The Trio and Nucleo where he's tagging along to help with some shit. Max and Kristy are talking about horror movies and shit while Sharky's focusing on driving and Nucleo's just scrolling on his phone.)

Kristy:(she pops over the seat a bit, curious)Wait actually, Hey Nucleo, what would happen to you if you got bit by a zombie? Like…Would it actually do anything to you with your disease immunitys or…?

Nucleo:(he sits there, thinking, befuddled)…I…I actually don't know, huh…(sits a moment, thinking)…….Well, i guess that's another paranoia to add to the list. I'd like to say like…I wouldn't get infected but i honestly have 0 clue so????

Max:(gazing at Kristy)Ah yeah, nice, ya broke the man by asking…

Kristy:(awkward)I wasn't trying to!!! I just was curious!!!!

Nucleo:(trying to break it up, a bit mentally construed from the question now)It's fine! It's fine! That actually is a really great question, i just have no idea what the answer is, uhhhh, let's hope we never find out the answer either, huh??? ------------- (Having a convo, probs more early series)

Kristy:(curious)Wait, how old are you Nucleo?

Nucleo:(thinks a moment) 30…No, wait, 31 now. Damnit!!! I'm getting old, can't remember shit anymore…

Sharky:(pipes up)How is 30 old when you literally live like 10,000 years or some crazy shit cuz you're a mer?

Nucleo:(gazes annoyed, a bit exaggerated)Yknow what??? Leave me alone!!!! I don't need that crazy lifespan thrown in my face again!!! I already got enough worries with my life and having to live that long isn't one i wanna talk about right now!! -------- Nucleo is a drummer metal head, a medical scientist of some sort, hardcore believes in aliens, helps The Trio derps, puts up with OH and is one of the main people who will stand up to her, helps his mom regularly with different things and is a merman who has disease immunitys and poison immunitys, idk what else you'd want in an oc honestly... Also his "human" name is Nathanal Raymond Anderson (Cuz humans are gonna look at you sideways if you have a name like...Nucleotitan lol...) I have more shit with him i wanna share so get ready for that lol, i love him so much, i swearrrrrrrrrrrr lolololol

There he is, my son that is literally older then my ass cuz he's in his 30s, here he is lol

[chilope]

I posted 4,979 times in 2022

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I tagged 1,400 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#'no i can kiss girls because im so comfortable with my heterosexuality! thats why i joke about being in love with women! im just so straight

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

when i first started following yorick i thought "its a little uncomfortable to insist that a man who identifies as straight is actually gay just because hes on tumblr" but i get it now

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#4

yo whats yudkowskys deal tho

86 notes - Posted April 15, 2022

#3

she e on my e til i cummings

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#2

a series of events

my experiment relies on the use of liquid nitrogen

we ran out of liquid nitrogen last week

we were supposed to get more delivered this morning

one of the delivery trucks left with all of the specialized tank dollies and would not be able to return until the end of the day

our delivery gets delayed until tomorrow

in order to not waste an entire day we decide to borrow some from an affiliated lab

on the way there it starts raining

we aquire the liquid nitrogen, stored in our small transport dewar

transport dewar is not pressurized, meaning the nitrogen gases off as it sits

nitrogen has no smell and is lethal if too much is inhaled so we store it in the trunk

we make it 95% of the way back to the lab before taking a turn a little too hard, causing the dewar to tip over and begin draining hard enough that we can hear it in the cabin

beloved coworker pulls over immediately so i can jump out and put it upright before we lose all of it or the trunk of her car freezes

she happened to have accidentally pulled into the entrance to the fire station

i jump out at max speed to minimize chances of getting hit by a fire truck

we are parked inside of a 2 inch deep puddle

i am wearing toms

i open the trunk

it is filled with nitrogen gas and extremely cold

the dewar fell onto the handle, meaning i had to grab the tank in order to right it

it is so cold i burn myself

we make it back to the lab without further incident

my shoes are soaking wet, but my boss always has 18 pairs of rubber sandals in his office so i figure ill just put on his sandals and put my shoes in the oven to dry

he took all of his sandals home on friday for some fucking reason

fuck it, ill just go barefoot and sit in the break room

put my shoes in the oven

wait 30 minutes

retrieve shoes

they are still soaking wet and now the oven smells like feet

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My #1 post of 2022

she was a boy, he was a girl, can i make it any more obvious?

214 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

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[gravegroves]

who's billy's favorite child? can't be max: siblings (half or no) never count. def can't be lucas (not sure if he's actually racist bc at first i just thought that he was a gorgeous yet borderline abusive & controlling brother who didn't want her hanging with ANYONE esp if it cut into his time. even as a bipoc i didn't take it too seriously til i saw tags in fanfics. don't know if you've ever/would like to address it) i don't see lucas,billy getting along. plus hes w max. he might like erica🤔🤔

A lot of people write Billy as having a really good connection with Will (and I can totally see why, they're amazing parallels to one another), or even with El, because of their experience, but I very often headcanon Billy as thinking Dustin is fucking hilarious. Once they get over any animosity and start getting along for Steve's sake, they both like to snark and prod at each other more or less good naturedly. Dustin challenges Billy constantly (be it intellectually or in games) and Billy is all too fucking eager to accept because he's too competitive for his own good. And I love the idea of Dustin being mortified to learn that Billy is actually well versed in scifi and fantasy (what abused kid DIDN'T read books to escape their reality?) and so does remarkably well in DnD.

(And to briefly touch on your other point: I don't like to shy away from the fact that Billy did some very messed up shit, especially as a white person I don't feel like I get to make that call. Even if his attack on Lucas wasn't racially motivated, attacking a kid is never a good look. Neil is an abusive and homophobic piece of shit, I don't think it's a stretch to assume he's a racist as well. The fact that Billy seems to be responsible for and punished because of Max, leads me to believe that Billy himself probably doesn't give a shit, if he could completely separate himself from Max and let her do whatever she wanted he would, but he can't, because Billy knows exactly what would happen to him if Neil ever found out he let Max hang out with Lucas.

I don't write about this often, though. I feel like it's easy to slip and unintentionally write Lucas's family as having to be responsible for educating Billy somehow or to completely ignore what it must be like for a black person to live 20 minutes away from Marion (a town known for horrific lynchings in the 30's) or just Indiana in general, which still had sundown towns at that time. I do have several WIP fics currently in my gDoc folder where Billy confronts that side of himself and gives Lucas a sincere apology after a shit ton of therapy.)

But for the same reason I think Billy is tickled pink by Dustin, I think Billy would love Erica. She's the blueprint man, she's the ACTUAL I'm too cool to be hanging with these nerds energy Billy has been trying to exude his entire teenage life. Erica obviously thinks Billy is as big a nerd as the rest of them.

[yuvon-writes-letters]

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#it's not a puzzle if you can just logic or guilt her into answering xd

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

[The paper has an odd texture, like a flower petal. And are the words written in blood?]

I do not forget.

Newborns, Genesis, ReMorse, Troublemaker, Yu, Domino, all you who work against me.

Rainer, Liska, Jessica, Jake, Max, Skie, Stalker, Phil, Jewel, MJ, Amelia. Goldie, Moira, Silver, Sweetly Sleeping, Walker, Darling’s Venom, Darling’s Revenant, Melody.

You who are silent, and read without care.

You.

You will regret your actions and your inactions.

Innocence and survival are antonyms.

10 notes • Posted 2021-11-26 16:17:35 GMT

#4

(I’m not collecting any personal data, and there’s only two questions. Please answer, it actually might change the course of coming events.)

13 notes • Posted 2021-09-14 03:03:58 GMT

#3

Shit I need to figure out

(The handwriting is Yuvon’s; there is little way from handwriting alone to tell which Yuvon wrote this.)

Rai’s/Walker’s/yes/Skie’s(? Is she there too or no?) status

Flower

Molding infant (ReMorse) domains; 3/4, 4 is ???

Venn’s domain (bonds? manipulation?? isolation?)

Tell writers (static)’s title somehow or oth did you just fuckin censor me Inky

Who is/was Dream?

Are less frequent writers dead?? With Flower running around plus Venn and general entity bullshit :/ :(

Where’s Jake? Hasn’t written in ages :/

Venn’s bs with memories and stuff

Voices :/

Glowy thing

Help from entity made (static): who? Met already or no? Oh fuck off (static) WOULD YOU STOP CENSORING ME ALREADY FFS NO ONE IS READING THIS

Drama with the whole Troublemaker thing plus Jake :(

Get the ring/bracelet/magnet back (and fuck you for taking them asshole >:( )

Better hiding place

Inky/Dream connection: how connected? How does it work?

How did Rennie become Rennie? Was human, how does it work? Can I rep

Why ME? Why has Venn targeted ME since I was tiny? Why did (static) kidnap

You’re planning on making this a letter. Aren’t you, Inky. That’s why you’re censoring this.

Fine. Go ahead. But if you do, I’m telling everyone what Dream did.

(The ink turns unnaturally dark, to the point it seems to suck in the light around it, for two sentences.) Would you like to try my patience, sweetling? 🤭

Yes.

(The ink darkens.) Bold words. Remind me, what was it you feared again? Fire, wasps, and spiders, was it? 😊

You’re bluffing.

(The ink darkens.) Oh? How so?

You’re saving your energy to fight off Venn and Flower. You’re not going to waste power (there’s a bloodstain covering up the rest of the sentence.)

(The ink darkens.) Would you like to continue to test my patience, sweetling? Or will you be defiant ‘til you pass out from blood loss? 😊

Yeah, I figured you’d been too nice lately. Trying to suck up to the newcomers, right? I saw the letter where you addressed Jessy. Watching you pretend to be friendly really takes me back to the first time you showed your face. Remember that? Remember alienating an audience member through your bullshit and mockery? (Another bloodstain covers up the other sentences. You don’t need to see those particular sentences, I think.)

(The ink darkens.) And she’s unconscious. Stubborn as always, sweetling 🤭

Do take care, sweetlings reading 😊 Don’t get yourselves killed, now. I require you all to be alive and capable of reading.

(The letter tucks itself in the paper clip with the others.)

14 notes • Posted 2021-11-30 03:31:13 GMT

#2

Axh'h Ypzt, eatpht htcs p cdit lwtctktg xi xh rdcktcxtci udg ndj. Iwtgt xh hdbtiwxcv X bpn ctts pskxrt dc.

Sincerely,

Jake

14 notes • Posted 2021-08-01 11:35:50 GMT

#1

To whoever reads this...

Hi! My name’s (crossed out and scribbled over) whoops, call me Yuvon. Our mutual hacker friend would be upset if I gave out my real name, even in a format like this, ahaha.

Well, no. Not upset. Just disappointed. Which is worse, really, what with the whole

Ugh. I’m sorry. Apparently, my ability to ramble about everything but what’s important when I’m nervous carries over to physical mail.

Anyhow… like I said. Call me Yuvon. Or some nickname, if you like, I don’t mind. I’m writing this because I have a small issue. First, some background: yeah, I’m that chick who supposedly kidnapped a girl I’d never met before from across an ocean, somehow. No, it really doesn’t make sense to me either. Water under the bridge, though, it’s whatever. If you’re the person who should be reading this, I think you have an idea of who the real kidnapper is, or at least as much of an idea as I do.

Now. Onto the fun bit. I sorta freaked out a bit after that video of Jessy and Thomas getting away from the MWAF, like most sane people. So, once they got to one of their homes (I didn’t think it’d be smart to ask which they went to) I talked to the both of them. Everyone was shaken, but ultimately alright. I was so proud of Jessy, actually, given everything she’s had to go through rece

Anyhow. So. Everything settled down, and I finally let out one of the biggest sighs of relief of my life. We weren’t out of the metaphorical woods yet, sure, but Jessy and Thomas were fine, Jake was fine, Cleo and Lilly were fine, Phil was in jail but not actively dying, Dan was acting a little weird but fine, (this section is crossed out so violently that there’s a tear in the paper)

And now I’m in this… I don’t really know? There are dark woods all around, but there’s one of those invisible barrier thingies (good job Englishing Yuvon  -_- ) like in RPGs and other free-roam-ish games which keeps me from actually wandering very far into them. Then again, I haven’t tried feeling around the edges yet… hmm. I tried climbing, and I did actually get close to the top of a tree, but it was just trees everywhere as far as the eyes could see when I got up there. Then I came down the hard way.

Side note, injuries don’t actually happen here, apparently. I should’ve at least broken my wrist in that fall, but instead it just feels like a bruise with the ambition to be a broken bone, but can only manage it on the pain level rather than the permanence or functionality level. Only issue is, it’s my left wrist, and I’m left-handed. So, sorry if my handwriting’s illegible, I guess.

I also don’t really seem to need to eat or drink, since I think I’ve been here over a day without food or water and been fine. Or maybe it just feels like one, I don’t know. There’s no day or night here, my internal clock is screaming at my poor brain right now.

“So, if you’re trapped there, how are you sending me this letter?”

Good not-at-all-invented question, definitely-not-me. Let me tell you the few things I have with me. One, the clothes I was wearing since I was plopped in here, obviously. Two, my phone. Three, a pen and an (unsharpened!) pencil. The pencil is completely useless, by the way. When I say unsharpened, I mean came out of the factory unsharpened. End is completely flat.

Four, what so far seems to be an endless supply of paper and envelopes.

Five, a little note. Summarized, it said, ��Write a letter, put it in an envelope, and someone going through the same Duskwood case as you (but maybe a little different) will see it. Maybe someone might even send you a response, maybe.”

Paraphrasing, but you get my point.

So that’s what I’m doing. Writing a small letter and sending it off into the aether in hopes that literally anything will happen. My hopes aren’t high. I’m pretty sure the note was a lie, anyhow.

Anyhow, if you read this… send me something. Anything. Or don’t, it’s fine, I didn’t mean to pressure you or anything. If you’re really like me, that means you get enough of that already, right?

—Yuvon

(When you finish reading, a paper clip materializes on the page.)

21 notes • Posted 2021-06-13 17:05:41 GMT

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(Quite the journey it's been, hasn't it? This letter game would literally not be possible without all of you. So, thank you all, and have a wonderful rest of your year :D)

[lift-for-dead]

Lifting problems

repost bc the og was huge

#1 when you pick up 2 of the same palletes along with some other palletes to trick employees but when you leave you realize you concealed two of the same palletes and not one of each 

#2 when you lift some jeans or a shirt without trying it on and when you try it on at home it’s not the right size 

#3 when you’re on summer vacation and far away from home and you have no space for all the shit you lifted 

#4 when you get home from a huge haul and you are trying to think of a way to explain to your parent where all the shit came from if they ask you about it 

#5 when you don’t have a car , and you have no money for a taxi and can’t call your parents cause they’ll know you lifted , so you have to carry heavy ass bags of all the shit you’ve lifted and take the bus or walk home 

#6 when employees ask you how many clothes you have before you go in the fitting room and you accidentally say the actual amount of shit you have instead of saying less the amount 

#7 when a employee talks to you and ask if you need help and you just act weird on accident cause you know you didn’t come there to buy anything 

#8 when you leave a store and you see employees coming towards the exit and get anxious but they aren’t coming for you 

#9 when you leave a store and see like 3 cop cars past you you get scared but when they leave its like wow you just passed a criminal lol 

#10 when you plan on filling a bag full of shit up from a store and you try to conceal in a fitting room and the employee counts out all of your stuff

Feel free to add on guys

#11 When you grab the item NEXT to the item you actually want, and don’t realize you got the wrong thing til you’re home

#12 When you go lift something that you needed, like a dress for something then lift tons of shit BUT that dress and don’t realize until you’re home.

#13 When your magnet only works on certain tags that most stores don’t use

#14 when there’s customers in your blind spot so you can conceal

#15 clear backpacks being part of your aesthetic

#16 having to total hauls

#17 having your lifted makeup break every time because the lord knows u have sinned

#18 Getting home from a haul and not knowing where to put all your cute shit

klept-hoe #19 talking to an SA that’s really nice but you already have shit in your bag and by then it’s too late

#20 When you get home and realize you stole the tester.

#21 When you trying to act cool even though your bag is stuffed to the max and you’re afraid it looks like you’re hiding a small child in there as you hobble out of the store.

#22 When you seriously question how your family just can’t somehow spidey-sense that you walked out of the house this morning wearing a four hundred-dollar face, courtesy of various high-end makeup stores.

#23 when the helpful customer service that normal people find friendly makes you want to throw the SA out the window because how dare you accidentally prevent me from stealing from your store #24 needing a magnet

#25 accidentally dropping or breaking an item you plan to lift and everyone and their mama turns to look at you

#26 accidentally leaving your lifting tools at home and not realizing it until you’ve already driven to a store two hours away in a different city

#27 accidentally making eye contact with a camera

#28 doing the “pretend to be on a phone call” trick to exit the store but accidentally putting the back of your phone to your ear instead of the screen (which is either turned off or shows just your home screen with no calls)

swee-tfil #29 when they ask for your name to write on the dressing room door and you ask “wHy ..?” all sus and then continue to give them your real name

intent2steal #30 when you wanna lift but you can’t be asked to go outside

#31 when you planned a big massive heist then your magnet fell out your bra and rolled into the river thames

samlifting #32 When the employees get sus of you so come to ask If you need any help and you struggle to say anything then come up with the most stupidest shit

My addition: #33 When you only ever go out with family so you have to conceαl around people every time you llft, it has to be floor conceαled, & body conceαled.

[acklest]

Why is your husband the most Iconic and sweetest person ever?! We(I'm confidently assuming that I'm not the only one) need to know more about him.

Oh, you may regret this. 

(If you’re squeamish about blood, you might wanna proceed with caution. I promise I’m not trying to be dramatic. There’s blood in this.)

He is iconic, at least to me. And he’s probably really only “sweet” to me. Also to the cat, but he denies this. To everyone else, he’s just a quiet sort of guy with a permanently “done” look on his face.

What he planned to do from childhood was join the US Navy, because his Dad had been in the Navy. He wanted to be a technician on a submarine.

As soon as he graduated high school, he went to talk to a recruiter, and got sent to take the ASVAB. His scores on that were great and he was willing to enlist for a long hitch. The recruiter was like “it’s not even my birthday.”

But he failed the hearing part of his physical, so his status was “disqualified recommending waiver.” He didn’t know that his hearing had degenerated from type 2 (moderate) to type 3 (severe). The eval was to see if he could hear all the comms with his headset cranked up to max without hearing aids (which he hated wearing anyway). When he missed some of the cues, he was fully disqualified. 

Then he had to figure out what his second choice for the rest of his life would be. Nothing really jumped out at him. He’d never really thought about it. But his family couldn’t pay for college, so he would need a job.

His best friend got him on as a cashier working the graveyard shift at a 24-hour gas station/mini-mart. During breaks, he looked over the course catalog from the local community college. He thought maybe he could do one of those non-degree cert programs, like becoming a welder or a mechanic.

A week before, a dude who had sued that chain of gas stations for damages from a personal injury found out that he wasn’t getting a settlement. He was across the street from the one where my husband worked. I guess lawsuit dude got enraged all over again, thought “I’ll show them”, and loaded the .22 he had in his jacket before heading over. 

My husband was behind the counter, where the liquor was, thinking he was dealing with just another drunk customer at 4-fucking-AM. When he turned to ask if he needed anything else, lawsuit dude shot him in the side of the face from about six feet away. The bullet wound its way through his jawbone and he instinctively reached up to his mouth because he felt loose bits of his teeth on his tongue. (Sort of a dark in-joke, when one of us asks the other about a day that had obviously not gone well. “Bad. Not gargling-my-own-teeth bad, but not great.”)

He would’ve spun around by then to take cover behind the counter, but the sound of the gunshot stunned him because he heard it perfectly. He was born deaf/hearing-impaired, so he’d always heard things a certain way, through a certain amount of… I don’t know, static, interference, fog? But this he heard perfectly and it stunned him. 

(“If their headsets went up that high, I could’ve joined the Navy.”) 

So he didn’t turn in time to miss the second bullet, which hit him in the chest from the same range. As he turned, the third one hit him in the side of his stomach. The fourth one hit him in the thigh, nicking his femoral artery. Then his best friend showed up to tag in for his shift, heard the loud noise, ran in to help like a moron. So the last thing my husband heard before he blacked out was his best friend screaming at the guy to stop, and then a few more gunshots after that. 

If a Jeep full of hard partiers hadn’t pulled up to get gas and ran next door to call 911, he’d be dead right now. Of course, lawsuit dude was hell and gone by then.

He woke up in the hospital ten days later, heavily drugged. He tried to talk but they had done something to stabilize his jaw so he couldn’t speak. He was in and out for a couple of days after that. 

A day or so later, the thoracic surgeon sat down and told him that he’d died a couple of times, and that they tried to get the bullet out of his chest, but it had ended up less than 4cm away from his heart, so it was too high risk. They would have to leave it in. He apologized for how wide the scar was from when they opened his chest, because they had to work so quickly.  When they brought him in, he was covered in blood, all over. His hair had matted together from lying in it until the EMT people got there. One of them told him later, “We saw the booze behind the counter and assumed a bullet had hit a couple of bottles of red wine.”

Not so much. 

His best friend had died in the ambulance on the way. 

There was two years of recovery, facial reconstruction for his jaw, lots of dental work, physical therapy, follow-up procedures, and so on. There was a court trial that dragged on and on. 

It hurt when he breathed in, it hurt if he laughed. It all hurt. He’s a big dude, 5'10, shaped kinda like Wolverine (comic Wolverine, not Huge Yakman Wolverine). His health had always been good. He said he felt like he was being punished for not appreciating it enough while he had it. Up til all that, he’d been a devout Catholic, but that burned away real quick. He says that the 18 year old working at the mini-mart was a different person than the one who got wheeled out of the hospital a couple of months later. He didn’t know that guy.

He spent the next ten years on what I call a Chuck Norris tasting tour, where he was likely suicidal but not aware of it. He survived two terrible motorcycle accidents, a spectacularly failed marriage, he was thrown off a horse and hit the ground with a thud about 30 feet below, and then a drunk driver plowed into the back end of his car at top speed and he ended up ass over tea kettle in a ditch.

A few months after that, he started having terrible chest pains. He thought it was just pain from the impact with the steering wheel, which broke a couple of ribs. But when it kept going even after his ribs had healed, he went back to the hospital. The impact had shook stuff around and now the bullet was moving closer to his heart. Moving very very slowly, but yeah. So they had to open him up again to get it out.

(“Would you like to keep it?”

“…What?”

“Some people like to keep the bullet.”

“Uh. No. Thank you. I think a decade’s enough.”)

Fast forward to ‘98. I was a year or so off of a devastating event/blue screen of death thing of my own. I had a baby that I had never planned to have because I wussed out of the adoption process (I’m not saying I regret that, I’m just saying). I was on a little death-seeking tour of my own, when some mutual friends pushed us together. I do not know why. Maybe because we were the same amount of “over it.”? Maybe to take us both out of the dating pool at the same time, thereby making it safer for everyone? “You know someone who’s a walking disaster? Me too!”

The wheels almost fell off the wagon a couple of times. He told me he loved me and I didn’t talk to him for a couple of months. He sent me an instant message that said, “I am not playing Peter Gabriel outside your goddamn window. Get the fuck over this.” The age gap (22 years) made him pull away a bit there for awhile, but we didn’t need any Peter Gabriel for that shit either.

Nothing really surprises him or catches him off guard. This sort of weird Midwestern Zen thing that I don’t really understand because I’m kind of the opposite. Our communication is weird because neither one of us talks about anything that’s really bugging us, but we kind of talk around it.

I asked him to marry me a few years after we’d moved in, and he said “I don’t know, the last one didn’t go too well.” (A charming understatement.) I was cool with that. I was like… 83% cool with that. Almost a year later, while we were watching a movie, he turned to me and said, “Yeah.“ 

A YEAR later. 

“Yeah?” Like I would fucking know what he was talking about.

“I’ll marry you." 

"About time. Would you say that you were trying to decide the entire year or was it more of an on-and-off thing?”

“Oh, fuck off." 

Anyway – courthouse, Vegas, etc.

What I need you to know about him, more than anything, are these three things: 

1) When one of my family members (an uncle I didn’t know well) showed up to threaten the two of us, he quietly took that man by the arm and walked him out to the parking lot. I was watching from our doorway. I thought I was about to see him rip the guy’s head off and go bowling.

I didn’t see him make an angry face. I didn’t hear him raise his voice. It was a quiet conversation, and then that man backed away, got in his car, and left. That was 15 years ago, and I haven’t seen him or heard from him since, though I got a letter from my biological mother the week after, asking what kind of psychopath I was living with.

Still no fucking clue what he said, though.

2) His idea of asking me to move in with him back in ‘98 was to start replacing the furniture in my apartment with new furniture, but leaving that new furniture at his apartment. "Got you a new desk." 

"I have a desk.”

“Your desk isn’t gonna go with the chair.”

“What chair?”

“The chair I bought you last week.”

“You bought me a chair last week?”

“Yeah, come over and look at it.”

As near as I can tell, his plan was to slowly replace all of my furniture but keep it at his apartment and to slowly move me in a box of things at a time until I was like “Wow, all my stuff’s over there.”

3) When little kids ask him about the inch-wide scar from his collarbone all the way to his navel, with a narrower scar on top of that one from the second surgery, he tells them that he was shaving with a straight razor and suddenly sneezed really hard.

[cherubemojie]

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lemme just stick this under a readmore bc it’s v long…

last… 1. drink? cup of tea 2. phone call? my gran 3. text message? **** 4. song you listened to? days / the kinks 5. time you cried? last night (i couldn’t get a fly to shoo out the window🙈)

ever… 6. dated someone twice: no 7. kissed someone and regretted it? yea 8. been cheated on? no 9. lost someone special? yea :( 10. been depressed? most of my life but we’re on the recovery road now! 11. gotten drunk and thrown up? yea my emetophobia wasn’t here for it

3 favorite colours? 12. 💛 13. 💙 14. ❤️

in the last year have you… 15. made new friends? yea 16. fallen out of love? yea 17. laughed until you cried? yea 18. found out someone was talking about you? no 19. met someone who changed you? yea 20. found out who your friends are? i hope so! 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list? yea

general… 22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl? all of them? 23. do you have any pets? no :( 24. do you want to change your name? no 25. what did you do for your last birthday? driving lesson then family bbq on the day, then went to a music festival w my friends on the weekend after! 26. what time did you wake up today? 7 but i fell back asleep til 11.30 27. what were you doing at midnight last night? playing sims 28. what is something you can’t wait for? the gig i’m hopefully going to on friday! or if not the one i’m definitely going to on the 18th! 29. what are you listening to right now? the washing machine 30. when was the last time you saw your mom? last thursday 31. have you ever talked to a person named tom? yea 32. something that gets on your nerves? ppl that don’t use their manners? like i s2g it’s the easiest thing yet sm ppl don’t bother like… what went wrong 33. most visited website? probably this one 34. hair color? brown 35. long or short hair? is this a preference thing or do i have long or short hair? bc i have shortish hair and preference wise idrc 36. do you have a crush on someone? not so much 37. what do you like about yourself? i like most things abt myself! my fav appearance things are my eyes and hair + my fav personality things are my kindness, my strength and my politeness! 38. want any piercings? kinda? but i have a few already 39. blood type? no idea 40. nicknames? maddy, mads, madwee, ducky 41. relationship status? single 42. zodiac? virgo sun, sag moon, taurus rising 🌌 43. pronouns? she/her 44. fave tv shows? bojack horseman, friday night dinner, peep show, bob’s burgers, one day at a time, fresh prince of bel air 45. tattoos? 8 so far! 46. right handed or left handed? left handed 47. ever had surgery? yea 48. piercings? 4 (or 6 if u count the 2 semi-healed lip piercings) 49. sport? no thanks 50. vacation? i wanna visit all the disneylands 51. trainers? idk

more general.. 52. eating… not eating rn 53. drinking… now drinking water 54. i’m about to watch… my sister’s put on love island so that ig 55. waiting for… those cute overalls to arrive 56. want… my loved ones to be happy! also money bc a bitch broke 57. get married? maybe one day! 58. career? i’d wanna be in the music industry if i was more confident

which is better… 59. hugs or kisses? both are good 60. lips or eyes? love nice eyes 61. shorter or taller? idm 62. older or younger? older or around my age, youngest would be 19 63. nice arms or stomach? nice arms 64. hookup or relationship? relationship 65. troublemaker or hesitant? happy medium

have you ever… 66. kissed a stranger? yea 67. drank hard liquor? yea 68. lost glasses? no 69. turned someone down? yea 70. sex on first date? yea 🙊 71. broken someone’s heart? seems unlikely 72. had your heart broken? yea 73. been arrested? no 74. cried when someone died? yea 75. fallen for a friend? yea

do you believe in… 76. yourself? most of the time 77. miracles? yea 78. love at first sight? no 79. santa claus? no 80. kiss on first date? can’t rly say no when u see #70 81. angels? yea

other… 82. best friend’s name? lu! 83. eye color? brown! 84. fave movie? mary and max 85. fave actor? i don’t rly have one?

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California Bliss- Elmax

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This is the first chapter of my Elmax fic! I’m excited!

Warnings: swearing

Words: 1,752 (longest writing yet, I think!)

Jane Hopper didn't exactly know much about the world, but she memorized Hawkins, Indiana like the back of her hand. She knew everything there was to know about that place. She was smart and she was careful. She followed the rules, knowing there was no reason to break them. Max Mayfield broke that safe bubble she lived in. Max Mayfield was a force of nature, and she was simultaneously terrified and so intrigued. When Max invited the whole party on a trip back to California, Jane barely knew what to say. She couldn’t leave Hawkins, they all knew that. But Max had the ability to make her a rebel, make her do things she didn’t understand. So she said yes. At 9:00 am the next them they all they all piled into two cars, Dustin, Lucas, and Steve into Steve’s car (Max’s dad had wanted to meet this ‘Steve’ Max kept talking about,) and Mike, Will, Jane, and Max into Max’s car. Mike and Will were asleep by hour one, leaving Max and Jane to talk.

“I’m glad you decide to come, Jane," Max said after a few minutes of silence. her hair was tied up into a long ponytail and Jane was admiring how the sun made it look like it was on fire.

"y-yeah. I wouldn't miss it for the world," Jane replied, really meaning what she said. like she said, Max made her feel and do things she never would’ve thought about doing. “What’s California like? I’ve only seen it on a map.I’ve only been out of Hawkins once, actually.”

“Well, California is pretty cool. The people there are a lot different. More accepting, not stuck in the past. There’s not really any winter there; it’s always hot. Um... we can go swimming. Or go to the beach.”

“That’d be nice. Everyone? Or you and me?”

“I was thinking more you and me, honestly. I want to get to know you better.”

Jane nodded. “I would enjoy that.” With that they sat in silence, driving for hours and listening to the radio. Jane would occasionally point out something out the window, and Max would look and laugh. They had mindless conversations, filled with unintentional flirting.

Mike and Will woke up about 3 hours in when they stopped for lunch. The lunch break was quick, the seven of them getting out of their cars and eating premade lunches from Joyce, Ms. Henderson, Mrs. Wheeler, and Mrs. Sinclair.

When they were done they got back in the cars and were back on the road. Since everyone in Max’s car was awake, they played typical road trip games, like bingo and I Spy. They exchanged stories and they were laughing the whole time. When it was dark out, they all met up again at a motel.

“Okay, shitheads, listen up,” Steve ordered. “I’ve booked four rooms and here are your sleeping arrangements: Max and Jane, obviously, Will and Mike, who will have to share a queen sized bed, Lucas and Dustin, and moi, who gets a king sized bed to himself. We leave at 9:00 tomorrow after breakfast. Go get your room keys. We should all be on the same floor.”

They all ran to the desk, grabbing keys at random. Looking at the room numbers, they split up and went upstairs. Once Max opened the door to the room, she swore. “Jane, I think we have Mike and Will’s key. There’s only one bed....”

“I can go switch the keys?” Jane suggested.

“Y-yes. Go do that. Please.”

Jane left the room and found Mike and Will after only a few minutes. Thankfully, Steve had successfully booked all the rooms on one floor. “We have your key because Max is an idiot. Care to exchange them?” She asked.

“Yeah. I’d rather share a bed with Will than be stuck in two different beds.” Mike said, winking at Will who turned bright red.

“Disgusting! Just get Max over here and go to your correct room,” Jane said, oddly flustered. She sat one of the beds and waited anxiously for Max and their bags.

Max walked in and threw Jane’s bag on her bed. “‘Night, Jane,” she said quietly, before getting into bed. Jane grabbed her bag and changed into her pajamas, getting into bed. “Goodnight, Max.”

Jane could not sleep. She knew what this feeling was but she didn’t understand. It was love, and she only knew it because that’s what Mike had described his feelings for Will as. They were the same as this. Only, Jane didn’t understand how she felt this for another girl. She knew it was okay for boys to like other boys, but no one said that girls could like other girls. She was scared, to say the least. She couldn’t fall asleep on her own, she needed to be close to someone. “Max?” She asked softly.

“Yeah?” Came the reply from the other side of the room. Max couldn’t sleep either.

“Can I uh... get into bed with you? I can’t sleep.”

“Sure.”

So Jane walked over to Max’s bed and crawled in beside her. They fell asleep quite quickly after that, limbs entangled. Needless to say, they were both restless sleepers.

At 8:00 am, Dustin came to wake the girls up. He noticed them both asleep in the same bed but didn’t assume more. “Um... Jane, Max, it’s time for breakfast. We go back on the road at 9:00.” He said in a loud voice, hoping to wake them up.

Max sat up quickly, doing her best to pry a sleeping Jane off of her. “We’ll be downstairs in 10...” she mumbled quietly before falling back asleep for five more minutes.

After those five minutes, both girls gradually woke up. They untangled themselves best as possible, still ending up with Max having to drag Jane off the bed. (It would’ve been carry, but Jane has a good 3 inches on Max.)

“We have like, five minutes to be packed and downstairs for breakfast. Now, I know that sounds shitty but they have waffles so it’s all good,” Max said, internally bracing herself for Jane’s dramatic groan.

Jane lived up to Max’s expectation and groaned, but got ready nonetheless. Max locked herself in the bathroom, throwing on a T-shirt and some shorts, not bothering to do anything with her hair.

Jane had on a nice white blouse and jean shorts, and of course, her black bandana from Kali that she always wore was around her wrist. Her silky loose brown curls were cascading down to to the middle part of her back, her bangs pushed back elegantly with a headband. How Jane looked effortlessly beautiful all the time, Max had no idea. Jane telekinetically tossed Max her suitcase, quickly wiping the drop of blood from her nose with the bandana before it fell on her white blouse. They walked downstairs together, spotting the party sitting at a table. Unsurprisingly, Mike, Will, Dustin, and Lucas were all wearing pajama pants and t-shirts, and Steve hadn’t put much more effort into his appearance either, with his hair not brushed and only in sweatpants and a t-shirt. Jane and Max shared a giggle, knowing the five of them probably wouldn’t ever get dressed if no one forced them too.

Max grabbed a bagel to eat while Jane took a waffle out of her bag. There was a toaster there that she put the waffle in. Yes- she brought her eggos with her on every trip.

After they finished they split up to their cars and started driving to California. Max, who was, started talking. “So what we could do is drive straight ‘til 5:00 am tomorrow. We can take turns and then by that time we should be at my house. Something around there. I know Jane doesn’t have her drivers license but we probably won’t get arrested if she drives for an hour or two on one of the more empty streets. I think this is what the other guys are doing.”

There was a chorus of “Okay” from everyone. So that was the plan. Drive for a really long time and hope for the best.

The first few hours in the car were completely silent. Jane looked back once to see if Mike and Will were awake and they were not. their seatbelts unbuckled, they were cuddling, completely asleep. Jane laughed, looking back at Max, who's face was bright red.

"Max, you okay?" Jane asked, concerned.

Max turned her head swiftly to look at Jane. “Yes. Why do you ask?” She asked stiffly.

“You’re bright red.”

“Oh am I? Must be the sun. Sunburn.” Max said awkwardly, forcing a chuckle. She turned back to the steering wheel, speeding up a bit.

Jane furrowed her eyebrows but didn’t ask anymore questions.

The rest of their long car ride passed without any issues. They chatted, getting to know each other even more, slept, and drove. When they finally reached Max’s house in California around 5:30 am, Max jumped out of the car, pulling Jane with her. Max knocked on the door excitedly, coming face-to-face with a tall, red headed man who must’ve been Max’s father.

“Daddy!” Max yelled, hugging him tightly. Her father laughed; his laugh sounded a lot like Max’s.

“Hi, Maxie,” he said cheerfully.

He then turned to Jane, saying, “I’m Roger, Max’s father. I’m assuming you’re Jane?”

“Yes, I am.” Jane said. Her voice was laced with drowsiness and Mr.Mayfield immediately noticed.

“Steve, Dustin, and Lucas are already here. They’re in the first guest bedroom. Why don’t you two take Max’s old room and the other two boys can take the second guest room?” Mr.Mayfield offered.

The girls nodded and went to go get Mike and Will and their luggage.

Max’s room was decorated for a 12 year old, still, despite the fact that they were 17. There was a bunk bed, which Max immediately climbed up on.

“I’ll take the top bunk and you’ll take the bottom bunk,” Max asked, although it was more of a statement. Jane nodded, and after changing into pajamas, climbed into bed, immediately falling asleep.

It took Max a little longer to fall asleep, still charged with excitement from seeing her dad again. She mentally planned out everything she would do with the party and made separate lists for what she would do with her dad and Jane. After a few minutes of doing this, Max fell asleep with a smile on her face. Damn, was she looking foreword to this week.

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