#we'll see how i feel about it in the morning

[bluem1lls]

hi hi ! i saw your post about wanting some se-mi requests and i was wondering on how se-mi would react to having a s/o that tends to zone out / dissociates during the games whenever they're parted from se-mi / can't stay near her because it causes their separation anxiety </3 like it's a way for the reader to feel less anxious or stressed and the reader seems to lighten up whenever they're near se-mi or notices she's alive , sorry if that's alot ! 😭

✧₊⁺ we'll go home (together)

se-mi x fem!reader

✦ synopsis: as you try to survive the games with your girlfriend, you can't help but to dissociate when she's not nearby. lucky for you, she never wants to leave your side.

content: just a short fluff, reader usually zones out when she's not with se-mi

authors note: thank you for the request! it's rlly short because i'm writing this at my office bye i have dedication!!!!!! but i hope u like it!

✧₊⁺ first of all, your girlfriend would never leave you alone. like ever. i think she would die if that happened.

✧₊⁺ but there's this one situation in mingle where you guys were running along with min-su as a group of three and in the rush, someone pushed her.

✧₊⁺ when you saw her on the ground you almost choke yourself. what if she dies? what if that hurted her head? what if she can't move to run with a group? what if-

✧₊⁺ as you start to hyperventilate you try and run to your gilfriend, failing as min-su pushes you into a room with another guy and closes the door.

✧₊⁺ "hey, i saw her. she got up and ran with another group. she's okay" he said, touching your shoulder.

✧₊⁺ you won't believe him until you see her.

✧₊⁺ you start to dissociate. you can see min-su talking but you can't hear him. your mind filled with thoughts. 'i hope she's okay. she better be okay'.

✧₊⁺ tears start falling from your eyes because what kind of girlfriend are you? leaving her there? it was an accident but-

✧₊⁺ the doors unlock. you run outside as you stare everywhere.

✧₊⁺ she's not here. she's not here. she died. min-su lied-

✧₊⁺ you feel soft arms wrapping you, she deposits a kiss to your temple.

"i'm here baby" she says as you hug her back, your tears going down your cheeks.

"i'm-m so so sorry i'm so sorry...i tried but-" i sobbed against her, her hand caressing my hair to try and calm me.

"sh sh, baby i know. i told min-su to pull you away. i'm here okay? i'm never leaving you"

you believe her. she better not.

✧₊⁺ you're just so used to her, you kinda forgot how it is when she's not there.

✧₊⁺ like the first time you two sleep together, she wakes up first, smiling as she sees you all comfy. she kisses your entire face. when she's done, she gets up, heading to talk with the guys until you wake up. she thinks you'll wake up and follow her, after all you know that when she's not with you, she's with her friends.

until she thinks it's been a little too much time. she starts to worry, going back to your bed.

she finds you there, staring at a blank point on the wall.

"baby?"

you lift your head, she's back!

your face lightens up, a soft smile appearing.

"i missed you" you say as she smirks, getting closer to you. your face in her hands, softly kissing your lips.

"good morning princess, what's wrong? i was waiting until you wake up but i got worried. it's been a while." she frowned.

"i thought you.. left or something" i mumble as her face scans my features. a hint of worry through her eyes.

"baby, what?-" she says, shocking her head no. "no princess i'd never leave you, wherever i go, you come with"

i nod as she kisses my lips again and again.

"i love you"

"i love you princess"

✧₊⁺ of course, when the fourth game comes and it's an individual one, you're shaking.

✧₊⁺ she's too, she just doesn't want you to see it, or it'll make you more nervous.

✧₊⁺ "it's okay baby, this is our last game and then we vote to leave okay? its the last time you're gonna be appart from me. i swear" she says, hugging me as i return it, squeezing her.

it's hard to focus when you're not with her, but you try to get past it. after all, if your girlfriend comes out and you don't, she'll be heartbroken. you don't want that.

✧₊⁺ finally, you made it through. as you're out of the room, you sit there waiting for her.

of course she comes a few minutes later with a smug smirk. she's so cocky.

as she sees you, her face lightens up.

and as you see her, you get up to run to her arms.

✧₊⁺ she kisses you with a soft chuckle.

"what did i said? together. i bet you did so good, my pretty girl" she says smiling.

✧₊⁺ you think you might melt right there and then. you nod, never leaving her arms.

"can we go home now?" you say as she nods.

"let's vote and go home".

[leonardperreault]

Be my friend, hold me wrap me up, enfold me I am small and needy, warm me up and breathe me

Ryan x Brooklyn

The high of winning a second world juniors gold medal was crashing down, so Ryan goes to the one place he knows he'll feel safe.

warnings: Ryan has a breakdown after the last 72 hours of being on a high. Brooklyns sorority house has a no boys upstairs rule. Brooklyn and Ryan break it (with permission).

Brooklyn looks up at the knock on her door,

"Come in!" she calls,

"Hey Brookey," Mia one of her sorority sisters says as she pokes her head in, "Ryan is downstairs," Brooklyn looks over at Mia confused,

"My boyfriend Ryan?" she asks. Mia nods her head,

"Yep,"

"He's here? In this house?" she follows up,

"Mhm," Mia hums. Brooklyn pushes herself away from her desk and out of her chair,

"Alright I'll go check it out," she says as she moves towards the door, "Thank you for letting me know,"

"No problem babe!" Mia calls as she skips down the hall.

Brooklyn shakes her head at the girls antics as she shuts the door to her room and makes her way downstairs.

"Oh hey babe!" Brooklyn cheered, "I didn't know you were stopping by!" but the Amherst native stops when she sees how hunched over and pink faced his face is,

"Ry," she whispers as she approaches him, "What's going on?"

"I-" he chokes out, "I-" he tries again,

"Shhhhh," Brooklyn coos, "Its ok," she looks around making sure no one else is around, "Come on lets go upstairs,"

"But-" he starts but Brooklyn shakes her head,

"It's fine. Nicole loves you and I'll shoot her a text, if she wants to fine me she can, but you are not ok, so we're going to go talk about it," Brooklyn manages to get Ryan into her room, and just as shes about to step inside, Nicole, the house mom comes out of nowhere,

"Have him out by 9 tomorrow morning Brooklyn," Brooklyn turns in surprise,

"Really?" she asks,

"I trust you guys plus he looked like he needed it," Brooklyn smiles,

"Thank you Nicole," the sophomore says, "I appreciate it," the house mom nods before walking back downstairs.

Once left alone Brooklyn steps into her room, frowning when she finds Ryan standing in the middle looking lost.

He doesn't notice she's there until she reaches out and grabs his hand,

"Wanna get into bed bubs?" she asks. Ryan looks at her eyes red rimmed,

"I don't- I-" Brooklyn nods,

"Ok," she whispers, "I have some of your sweats ok? Let's get you into those, then we'll cuddle and talk,"

Carefully she maneuvers her boyfriend onto her bed then goes and retrieves some of his old hockey merch that she stole over the years.

"Put this on bubs. I'm gonna change too," she hands Ryan the folded clothes before going back to her drawers.

When she turns back to Ryan he's tucked into her barefoot dreams blanket curled up on his side in a ball.

"Hi baby," she coos cupping his cheek gently, "You ready to talk about it?" Ryan nods sniffling. Brooklyn smiles leaning down to kiss between his eyebrows, "I love you," she assures before she climbs into bed with her boyfriend.

Once they're comfortable Brooklyn reaches back up to cup Ryan's cheek again,

"What's going on?" she asks,

"I don't- I can't- I- I-" Ryan continues to stumble over his words. The girl hums,

"Ry," she whispers, "I don't- I can't help you," Ryan sobs collapsing into her chest,

"I'm sorry!" he cries, "I don't know what to do! I can't-" he chokes out gasping for breath,

"Oh shhhh," Brooklyn hushes wrapping her arms around him rubbing his back, "It's ok baby. Let it out,"

Brooklyn losses track of time but soon Ryan's reduced to sniffles,

"I'm sorry," he whispers, "I didn't-" Brooklyn smiles reassuringly,

"It's ok," she assures, "but what's going on?" Ryan lets out a breath,

"I just. I've been terrible at practice all week," Brooklyn lets out a hum, "And all they want is for me to be good, and I can tell Gabe and Jamie are getting annoyed and I just can't get it together, and GOD I was MVP. And now I can't even fucking make a pass," she hums again,

"What about you? How's your head? Where are you at?"

"I don't know!" he exclaims, "I just- what if-" Brooklyn nods,

"Say it," she encourage,

"But,"

"No. It'll keep fucking you up, if you don't talk about it," Ryan sighs,

"What if I'm not good enough?" he whispers,

"Oh Ry," she coos, "You're so good baby," she assures,

"But-" he tries,

"No say you're the fucking best," she presses,

"B," he tries,

"No Ryan say it,"

"I'm the fucking best," he whispers,

"Say it again," she insists,

"I'm the fucking best!" this time a little louder a smile appearing on his face,

"There we go," she whispers, "You're the fucking best Ry, and I love you so much," Ryan's cheeks tinge pink as he ducks his head into her neck,

"Thank you," he mumbles before he lets out a breath, "I'm sorry," Brooklyn leans down to kiss the top of his head,

"It's ok, sometimes we all need a cry,"

[tojiscrack]

crying bc your take on how momgumi acts it probably the best and most accurate thing we'll ever see YOU WROTE HER SO CUTESY AND LIKE KNOWINGGG like she just felt like a mother that knows.. YKWIM??? and dont get me started on y/n being late THAT BROKE MY HEARTTTT i felt like the grinch getting his heart shrunk instead of bigger.

Alsoooo i hope you have a good day/night my lovely lovely sumaya... THE NEW CHAPTER LOWKEY SCARED ME I WASNT EXPECTING ONE. I got the notification and was lkke 'REALLY???' i always feel bad bc i see these ppl with like NOVELSSSS and i barely ever have anything to say😔😔 i guess its bc like.. im not very good with words tbh ANYWAYSS WTV have a great great great week😈😈😈

liar, liar masterlist here:

‘ur take on how momgumi acts is probably the best and most accurate thing we’ll ever see’ — AHHHHHHHHH 😫

you have no idea how much that means to me. like that scene wasn’t even gonna be added ‘cause i was STRUGGLING with it 😭 we have no canon source material about how megumi and his mum would have interacted had she lived, so i had to go off that one known line of here — “take care of megumi” — and run with the little parts of her personality that we got 😟

and to hear positive feedback from that? i’m over the moon rn, dancing in the clouds and drinking up the rain, you have no idea

y/n being late was the 0.2% of plot that i stirred into the chapter… ok maybe 5% of the chapter was plot, but i made it mainly filler so you wouldn’t use my inbox as a rage room against kai or kamo (gasp? their names both start with k? 😳)

I’M HAVING A FANTASTIC DAY NOW THAT I’VE GOT THIS MESSAGE <3

‘THE NEW CHAPTER LOWKEY SCARED ME CUZ I WASN’T EXPECTING ONE’ — yeah, it wasn’t meant to be out this early, but i’d received two beautiful pieces of art that morning and i was like ‘ykw, they deserve smth back’ and then spent the whole day rushing to poop ch.10 out 😗 I’M GLAD I DID THO! WE HAVE MORE INTERACTIONS AND EVEN MORE LOVELY PIECES OF ART <333

‘i barely ever have anything to say’ — GIRL YOU CHECK UP ON ME EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE WND THAT IS MORE THAN ENOUGH 😭🫶🏽 IT’S SO SWEET OF YOU BUT I PROMISE I CAN FEEL UR LOVE FOR LL THROUGH THE SCREEN, you don’t have to do anything more to try and prove (is that the word i’m looking for?) it to me :D

ty for dropping by! this was lovely to read, i appreciate ur support SO SO SO MUCH <3

[papasbaseball]

The Wizard x Reader (Wonderful Wonderful Girl) | Chapter 11

Pairing: Wizard x F!Reader

Rating: Mature (Rating to Increase)

Warnings: Power Imbalance, Boss/Employee Relationship, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Summary: Being a maid in the Royal Palace of Oz is not half so bad. Despite the meager wages, everything else is provided for you for an honest day's work. It can be unnerving working for the most powerful man in Oz, but you are able to avoid him most of the time. This changes during Lurlinemas, your paths soon becoming inextricably intertwined.

Word Count: 2,438 of 29,558

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Frottica has no friendly faces to offer us, only howling wind and bitter cold. If the air was thin in Wittica it's threads of ice this far up in the mountain range. It's good and I like it that way. As each arctic gust blows my black peacoat open and stabs me with a chilled knife, I feel the tether of reality to my situation.

I moved back into the sleeping cabin after we left Wittica, and to the Wizard's respectable credit, he hadn't brought up how I had shut down after the meeting with Morrible. Madame Morrible, actually. They were so familiar that when I asked him if we would see her again at Rouncible, he gave me a queer look as if I had addressed her by some childish nickname. She was a woman of great accomplishments and Headmistress of Shiz University. It would be a great faux pas if I were to ever address her as anything other than Madame Morrible.

The possibility of accidentally insulting someone else once we get to the safe house has been eating at me since that moment. All of this, the war and secrecy, was so foreign and new. What I had experienced back in the Emerald City between the Wizard and Ambassador Humak was shallow compared to the depths of the political web of Oz that we were now swimming in, groping for any sort of lifeline.

Once in the train station, we make our way up to the counter and the Wizard asks for any correspondence for and Oscar Diggs or Engine 1701.

"Mail's running late," the concierge says, "but there is a letter that came yesterday for Engine 1701." He fishes out a mint green envelope from one of the back cubbies and gives it to the Wizard.

"It's for you," the Wizard says, almost astonished. He hands me the envelope, and I can see that it’s from Bruno back in the Emerald City.

"How?" I ask, smoothing my thumb over my name, trying to see if the ink is real. "The city is under siege."

"He must've snuck it out," the Wizard says. "Come on, let's get some lunch."

We walk to the diner, and I glide my finger underneath the seal, trying not to tear the delicate paper. I’d have to find a safe place to put it once we got back on the train. "This means he's alive," I say as we sit down.

"It means that he was alive when he sent it," the Wizard corrects. "I haven't gotten news of death tolls yet... Hopefully, we'll get some today. I'm sure they're still... counting bodies.

I pull the letter from the envelope. The top right corner of the paper was addressed two days prior.

"We made it through the night," I recite. "Prince Fiyero has escaped, and we're still looking for the Grimmerie, but we have rid the palace of any Winkies. The ambassador probably stashed it somewhere in the palace thinking he'd be able to come back and get it.

"I checked on Fileah this morning. She's alright. A little shaken, but alright. I'm making sure that the kids there have enough food and heat. That place is like an ice box. It isn't right. Kids with no coats and the fires are nothing but coals. Fileah wanted to know where you were. I tried to explain it to her without talking about the ongoing investigation, but I don’t think it made much sense. She asked when she could see you again. I told her that it would hopefully be soon.

"We haven't gotten a good count of the dead yet, but it's good you got out when you did. A few bystanders were killed in the attack. The Gale Force is looking into identifying them so their families can be informed, but they've been stretched thin with spy efforts lately.

"It's a huge risk putting all of this into a letter, but I'm doing my best to get it smuggled out of here and away from enemy hands. I've got a friend in one of the amnesty medic units, but even that is not guaranteed safe. Don’t expect further correspondence from me.

"Tell the Wizard that we're working around the clock to find ways to break through the roadblocks and get the city restored. We'll succeed or die trying.

"-Bruno."

We sit in silence together, letting the verbal ghost of Bruno linger. The Wizard stares at the letter, tapping his index finger against the table.

"That's it?" he asks.

I flip the letter over; nothing is on the back. "That's it," I reply.

He drags his hand over the lower half of his face, leaning back into the booth. "They haven't even counted the dead yet," he says to no one in particular.

Those words linger over the meal as we half-heartedly eat our bacon sandwiches and drink watery burnt coffee. Every bite feels like a herculean effort, knowing that my own sister is being kept in a freezer and that Bruno alone is seeing to her being fed while also fighting a siege. If I was ever going to see her again, I would have to find a way to slip away from the Wizard, before we got on that train to Rouncible.

We head back to the concierge to find that mail has arrived with two envelopes for Oscar Diggs in care of Engine 1701. If I pretend I have a question to ask the conductor once we get back to the train, I think, then I can get away and have time to hide.

"Anything good?" I ask him. I have to act normal.

"Death tolls," he says quietly, eyes glued to the one paper. We slip away from the counter where people might hear us and onto a wooden bench meant for passengers heading back to Wittica. This far up into the Pertha hills, there are hardly any trains that continue north. There were a few smaller villages up north and the hunting lodges for the particularly wealthy, but they were so few and far between that the board for departures going north only showed one time of departure for seven o'clock this evening.

"How bad?" I ask, placing a reassuring hand on his forearm. He turns from the paper, briefly glancing to where I have touched him, and then looks me in the eye.

"Hundred of the palace guards. Half the Emerald Guard. Some party guests," he says.

I squeeze his arm, trying to let him know that everything will be okay. "We can come back from it. There's always the backup of Gillikin."

He doesn't say anything to that, simply moving on to the next letter. This one is from Governor Thropp. Good news that makes me breathe a sigh of relief. A favor repaid was exactly what the Wizard needed. He tears the letter open and as he reads it his face darkens into a grave expression.

"Thropp isn't coming," he says.

There are no good words to say to that. It's impossible. I know nothing of the man, but everything of the Wizard. You did not refuse the Wizard of Oz. Whatever power he had, he had earned the name Oz the Great and Terrible. He was the Wonderful Wizard of Oz and all of the benevolence that came with the title. Maybe he didn't get everything he wanted, but it would be unthinkable to refuse him. To be in direct rebellion would be a sign of wickedness of the heart.

The Wizard gets up from the wooden bench and walks silently toward the exit for the train platform. I follow after him, my pathetic boots clicking on the tile floor to match his long strides.

"Morrible said she was going to talk to the Lord-Mayor," I offer, trying to bring some ray of shining hope back into the situation.

He doesn't respond to that.

"A thousand guards is more than enough to replace what we lost," I offer. We are back to the train car and he turns on me.

"I don't want to hear it!" he snaps, startling me. "I am good as dead without Thropp's help. I have no way of forcing him to help if all of my troops are locked in an Emerald Box. Do you get that? Everything…. Everything that I have built for the past fifty years is about to be rocks. It’s going to be rubble. Just..." He shuts his eyes and inhales deeply, hands held up to silence. "I need time to think. I- I need to be alone."

I can feel my bottom lip trembling as he steps into the passenger car and shuts the door behind him. This is what I wanted, right? To be left unsupervised so that I could slip off? There are a few strangers milling about the train station – bums, really, with the holes in their clothes and shoes worn fabric-thin – but I need to be alone. I need privacy. My hand reaches for the passenger car handle but shies away from it. The train station seems like exactly the wrong place, so I hop down onto the tracks, hoping to find some engine heading back to Wittica. As I step around engine 1701,  I peer into the cab, hoping that the conductor has stepped away for a bit.

Unfortunately, when I get to the doorway, I can see a man in a sooty gray uniform – probably a railway worker – sweeping coal dust out from the cab floor of the engine. I try to slip away without notice but he calls out to me.

"Oy! Miss! You can't be running around the tracks!" he shouts. "You're going to get run over."

"I'm sorry," I say, feeling my cheeks burn as if I were a child scolded. Near the engine component, the smell of smoke and ash is unavoidable. It makes it impossible to think about anything else besides wanting to hold your nose. There is a creeping fear that if you breathe too deeply you'll die hacking up a lung.

"Well then get off alright?" he says. "I'm pulling this engine out in ten minutes and I don't want anything gumming up the works."

I hurry back around the train, wishing that I could punch him for ruining my plans. I have ten minutes to disappear before the Wizard comes out to get me.

Once back up on the platform, I walk down it quickly enough to put some distance between me and the train. I need to be careful not to walk too fast so that anyone looking might make note of me and report which direction I went to the Wizard if he came looking. Frottica is almost identical to Settica and I smile for a moment thinking how funny it is that the two towns form drab slices of bread for the colorful sandwich of Wittica. There are some plain-looking shops just ahead: a tailor, a bakery, a bank. Those will be the first places he looks. I make a right turn down the cobblestone street, pulling my coat tighter around me from the biting wind. Wherever I'm going, I need to get there soon, before I get frostbite.

I scan the shops, trying to swallow the fresh memory of the Wizard tearing into me. It really was my fault for setting him off like that. Why couldn't I have just kept my big mouth shut? It was so obvious that things had gone from bad to worse with the lack of support from Munchkinland. A thousand guards would not be anywhere near enough if his estimates of a 5000-strong Winkie host were true. Optimism only got you so far, and even I knew that. Why else would I be running away to save my sister by myself? Whatever magic he holds would do no good if she ended up dead.

I turn the corner, thanking the Unnamed God that I am finally doing what's right. If I had stayed on that train I might as well have signed her death certificate. I would need to come back here and find the railway worker someday to thank him. If he hadn't told me that the train was pulling out in ten minutes-

I stop, trying to put two and two together. Maybe it had been the awful choking smoke or the biting cold, but the man who was in the cab of the engine looked nothing like the barrel-chested and balding man from the boiler room.

I grab my head, trying to focus. I need to keep going, to get out of here before someone comes looking for me. And yet, here I am worrying about some stupid train conductor… or was he a railway worker? My feet refuse to budge any further down the cobblestone street.

Something is wrong. I don't know how long I've been gone, but if I can warn him, maybe he'll listen. If something really is wrong he can fix it and I’ll find another way to get away while he’s fixing it. My hand grips the ten dollars in my pocket as I race back to the train. It's a promise: a promise that after this, it'll be the last time I see him.

I'm wheezing when I get back to the platform, the thin and icy air stabbing my lungs with its crystalline fingers, but I can't help smiling. The train is still there. I made it in time. Ten yards away from the platform, the train blows its whistle and slowly the smile drops from my face. My legs are still running, but I know I won't be able to get off if I get on. Smoke has already started to billow up from the stack.

The thought about optimism from earlier occurs to me. He wasn't guaranteed to save my sister, only I could do that. But if there was something wrong with the train conductor, who would warn him? Who was there to save him?

The wheels creak forward and I push my legs harder and faster into the ground, diverting my course toward the moving train. I reach the door and heave it open to find the Wizard standing there. He pulls me in and shuts the door.

"I felt the train start moving and I- I didn't realize we were leaving so soon." His eyes roam over me, taking in my wind-reddened face and the way I'm gasping for air. "I'm sorry that I said that stuff earlier. It's just that-"

"Something's wrong," I cut him off, wheezing. "The train... Something's wrong."

[offsidekineticist]

Me: I'm going to have to hammer out the details of the folktale the next part of my fic hinges on.

2am brain: Ugh, but that's haaaaaaaaaard. We should write a Shakespearean sonnet instead.

2am me: [sincerely, while googling a refresher on sonnet structure] oh yeah that's gonna be so much easier than writing it out in prose, good thinking!

[blaackbiird]

You know it might be fun to do an ask blog for Kazza....

[egginfroggin]

So I was tired and looking at TloZ videos and my FFCC-riddled brain came to the horrible, spontaneous conclusion that due to the combination of

physical prowess

skill with weapons

emphasis on power

and

status as a redhead,

Ganondorf would conceivably be a Lilty in such a hypothetical (cursed) crossover/au.

This also means that, unless we're pulling from Crystal Bearers, he has gone from being one of the tallest members of the cast to being approximately 4-foot-handful-of-inches -- not including the sprouts -- with a chronic babyface.

(As an aside, though, I do realize that, counting tribal lore and context, he would probably be a Yuke or a Selkie.)

(The Gerudo were pushed out of their desert and either all slaughtered or forced to move countries/continents entirely. The Yukes fought a war with the Lilties that resulted in them losing their Crystal and quite literally being forced into another dimension entirely lest they face genocide by the time of Crystal Bearers, while the Selkies are a tribe of thieves scorned by everyone else and possibly chased off to a distant desert island.)

(Counting Crystal Bearers, the Gerudo are most similar to the Yukes; prior to Crystal Bearers and whatever war caused the Yukes' flight into their literally otherworldly city, the Gerudo match up best with the Selkies.)

(But now I'm toeing the line of taking this AU seriously, and that's a dangerous line to be toeing.)

[noonaracha]

S-CLASS :: VMAs 2023

[27dragons]

How It's Going

Thing2: How's the election going?

Me: Not great. But it's early.

Thing2: *peers over my shoulder at the computer* Red wave. That's all it is.

Me: I hope.

Thing2: Why are there bottle of alcohol on the counter?

Me: Because it's election night.

Thing2: Fair enough.

[peoplepersonoaktree]

I don't like this, but maybe someone else might.

trying to practice anatomy and shading/lighting, because I'm struggling-

It's freaking 2 am maybe I'll like it more in the morning

[spaghett-onaplate]

depression is really weird actually wdym i spent 2.5 years of my life in bed

[technofinch]

Fascinated by this new thing my hair is doing where my bangs are curly but nothing else is

[icantalk710]

Tried out a closer gym in the Upper West Side for the first time for funsies/bc it was getting late, and it wasn't too shabby (small locker room tho for being a two-floorer), though despite it being leg day my chest apparently wanted to chest 😳

[iridescentoracle]

yes it's 1:47am on a friday and i am thinking about girl genius instead of going to bed

i cannot stop thinking about the theoretical possibility of a twin reveal happening in skifander. like i know we just had that light tease on monday of a maybe-reveal but i'll believe it when i see it and also i think a skifander reveal actually has an even higher chaos potential. i have like five different half-formed reveal scenarios floating around in my head right now and at least two of them involve someone actively trying to murder gil but i think my favorite at this exact moment is the idea of zeetha introducing everyone to her mom & company, with gil somewhere in the middle. zantabraxus spends the rest of the introductions being Very Normal And Polite To The Visitors and absolutely not doing anything to let on to anyone around her that she has any particular interest in gil.

at the earliest opportunity that won't draw attention she asks zeetha to bring gil (SUBTLY) to zanta's chambers/whatever so the three of them can have a nice private talk. gil's response is "oh so she does want me dead then" because he has in fact been getting some extremely weird and very intense vibes off her this whole time and he's known for ages his dad was obviously wrong about zeetha wanting him dead but he generally didn't get ideas like that out of nowhere so uhhhh Weird Intense Vibes zeetha's mom is pretending aren't there = she's the one klaus thought might intend to murder gil for some reason??

zeetha naturally laughs that off and drags him to meet zanta properly. the vibes remain Weird and Intense for about fifteen seconds as she just kind of stares at him silently for a minute before abruptly hugging him and saying something about how much she's missed him and how he's grown up so well and etc etc etc

gil, very confused, trying not to reflexively judo-flip a queen: zeetha, fully delighted by just how right she was continuing to Not Tell Him was absolutely the funniest option: [after a minute] zanta (realizing something is Up here and letting go of gil): …zeetha zanta: you did tell your brother what he was walking into and how skifander feels about twins before you brought him home, right? zeetha, cheerfully: nope! gil: her WHAT—

[swordsonnet]

my humble contribution to the radiant emperor fandom! ouyang/esen, 5k words, rated E.

summary:

All their lives, there had been an invisible barrier between Ouyang and Esen, a thin sheet of gauze keeping them apart, protecting them from a truth neither of them were ready to admit, even to themselves. No matter how close they got to each other, closer than friends, closer than brothers, there was one line they could never cross, one door that would always remain shut. Until tonight. If he leaned in now, if he closed the narrow gap between their bodies, he would destroy that barrier once and for all, cross the threshold into foreign and frightening territory. He would never be able to take it back. One stolen night, before everything ends.

[orcelito]

Little Tally has been plodding around and she was trying to get into a box earlier and she later came up to me and stared at me expectantly then later tried to eat my plants again and just now she came up to sit next to me purring again and leaning into my pets

The medicine really is making her feel better I think. And it's really highlighting how bad she Has been feeling. Bc these are all very basic things, but she hasn't been doing it. Even up to her little walk, the plodding sounds of her footsteps... before today, she was moving so stiffly, an awkward little shamble, so I couldn't even really hear her when she got up (which was nowhere near as much as normal). Something as simple as hearing her drinking water is making me emotional. If she starts yowling tonight when I go to bed I really might just cry.

I really hope this keeps up... she's got just one more day of meds, but maybe it'll be enough... I hope so...