#when is the last time either of them ate or like took a nap

[almondcroissantsandink]

your honor i’m worried about them

[henneseyhoe]

Princess.

Trevante Rhodes x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: SUB!reader, DOM!trevante, thigh riding, size kink, breeding kink, rough s*x, reader and Tre are married but it isn’t implied, daddy kink, no protection(wrap it before ya smack it), just really nasty chile…

SUMMARY: how Trevante acts with his pretty princess <3 (I was in heat writing this, sorry in advance)

Ps. Inspo from @notapradagurl7 recent fic <3

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He’s so exhausted when he comes home from his big boy job but seeing her gives him so much energy. He just wants to pull her into his lap and hold her, letting her ramble about her day and tell him all about the new things she learned and all the things she bought when she went out shopping.

“Tell daddy what you got” He’d say as she bounced excitedly on his thighs, innocent and unknowingly waking up a demon that was kept under wraps since early that morning. He just didn’t wanna wake his baby so early. She’d go on and on about all the cute clothes she found and the purses she bought online, the good food she ate and the nap she took before he arrived. He’d listen and pretend his dick wasn’t growing hard under her ass.

How he’d run baths for her when he was home, adding her favorite scent and bubbles to the water as she’d put her hair in a ponytail to avoid wetting it. She’d ask nicely to be carried to the tub because her legs were just too sore after being fucked until she blacked out and forgot her name. Her knees also aching from being on them for so long, taking his dick deep down her throat until she choked and a strong gag forced him to pull out before he was painting her face with his cum. She already felt so full of him even with his essence leaking out of her and dripping down her thigh, there was no way she would make it to the bathroom.

When she’d do something that was on the “no-no” list and he’d make her pick her own punishments. He’d ask if she deserved an easy one and she’d nod with teary eyes, already having a stinging bottom from the spankings he gave her earlier for touching herself while he was at work. He’d shake his head with a ‘tsk’ and simply throw her over his shoulder, carrying her to their playroom.

And that time she had made him play with her, forcing a game of hide and seek before he’d give up in frustration from not finding her for over ten minutes. She’d giggle and reveal she was hiding in the coat closet the whole time and as obvious as it was, he still hadn’t found her.

He wasn’t always a nice daddy. He had his limits when she just wouldn’t listen. Those were the times where he either made her cum back to back with no break until their sheets were soaking wet or he’d refuse to let her cum at all, watching her cry and beg as he’d take the vibrator away from her swollen and overstimulated clit any time she made that face.

He loved when she was desperate for him. She was just too cute. There were times where he’d go on business trips for days and come back to her needy than ever. She’d do anything for him just to have a simple touch.

When he suspected her to have touched herself in that time of need and he’d refuse to give her what she wanted, but he’d let her ride his thigh like the needy crybaby she was. Her panties were so damn wet that when she rose up off of him she left a wet spot on his slacks, proof of how much she had came just from that little bit of release.

“You miss daddy? I know you did, princess” He smiles, those pearly whites shining at her. She melts from the sight.

He loved her reaction when he’d fill her up unexpectedly. He slams into her with that last rough stroke and she’d let a small gasp fall from those plump lips that were once glossed before Trevante had basically kissed it all off. She could feel the liquid threatening to drip from her entrance and she could only hope that was what would get her pregnant with his baby.

She couldn’t help but think of carrying his seed and getting turned on. Sometimes she’d purposely make him cum inside of her so he’d go to work with empty balls and she’d get to run errands filled to the brim with him. Sometimes she’d even stop by a few maternity stores while she was at it too, just out of curiosity(not) before scurrying off to do something else.

He was so sweet. He’d buy her gifts she had been wanting for a long time, no matter how useless or weird it was to him or anybody else, he knew she wanted it and anything princess wanted, princess got. She even had her own room, decorated how she liked with her favorite colors and favorite things.

He was only ever rough with her when she wanted him to be, which was most of the time, but there were times where she wanted to be soft too, and he supplied that also. Some small gestures like fixing the bow in her hair or helping her reach something on the top shelf….or slowly fucking into her as he cradled her head in his large hands, looking into her soft eyes while she pouted, her tummy feeling butterflies every time he’d hit her special spot. He was so tired and fucked out, but he couldn’t stop until he and his princess was drained completely.

The way he ate her out alone was soft. He licked and slurped on her pretty little pearl, complementing her on how good she tasted and how daddy could eat her for hours. She would try not to close her legs and push him away.

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[deepcollectionredbird]

My Uncle Jerry and his husband have been together for almost fifteen years, and they still love each other as much as they did when they first met. Whenever they’re together, they’re like two infatuated teenagers. To put it bluntly, my uncles have a bit of a PDA problem… and, sometimes, it’s so goo-goo insane that the rest of my family doesn’t even want to be around them.

Like, this summer, when we all took a week-long trip down to Myrtle Beach, to celebrate my uncles’ shocking pregnancy announcement. Me, my mom, my dad, his parents, Uncle Jerry, Jerry’s husband, and their unborn baby — who they insisted that we include as another member of the vacation.

One day, we were all relaxing at the beach… just soaking up the sun, and enjoying the cool oceanfront breeze. Mom was tanning, dad was tossing a frisbee with grandpa, nana was napping in her foldable chair, I was scrolling through Instagram… and Uncle Jerry and his husband were laying in the sand, caught up in their little love-fest. They were kissing, and cooing at one another, and making dirty jokes… which was all fine and dandy… but then, they took things a little too far, for the rest of us.

I’m just scrolling… liking the photos that my friends all posted on their pages… when, all of a sudden, I hear my Uncle Jerry moan. It wasn’t just any moan, either. Not the jokey-playful kind. I mean, he sounded like he was having a good time. I look over, to find out what’s going on, and all I see is Jerry’s husband going tongue-deep into his belly button, flicking it around and slurping up his spit. They were making so much noise… with all the spitting, squeaking, smacking, sucking, popping, and squelching. They weren’t even trying to be discreet. It was disgusting… but they were really into it.

Like I said, sometimes, they’re just a couple of gross teenagers.

Anyway, I thought they would stop once they saw that the whole family — and even a few random strangers — was giving them funny looks… but they didn’t. My uncle held full eye contact with me, moaning like a ghost as his husband ate his belly button out. It made my skin crawl!

That was the very last time I ever joined them on a vacation… and, even once their son is born, I’m won’t be going away with them any time soon. PDA is one thing… but that, that was full-on exhibitionism.

[thatoneguydownthestreet]

Yo! I really love your apocalypse yuu writings I keep coming back to see if it has updated.

I read the Lilia finds out part and when I read the "Epel gave Yuu an apple and he didn't know what it was" it got me thinking about it all night.

How would the first years react to Yuu not eating anything at all(probably other than bread) because he doesn't know what those foods are?

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FEM ALIGNED DNI

Yuus pronouns are he/him, although they're mentioned briefly

This is barely proofread so please excuse the grammar mistakes.

Featuring: Epel, Ace, Duece, Jack, and sebek (there is implied lilia at the very end but it is literally one sentence)

Warnings: Talks of starvation, Yuu's illness, and survivers guilt, so skip this if you're uncomfortable with any of that.

Also I know it's been over a month. I have no excuse. I just didn't feel like it. But I have been teaching myself how to draw so I can be a bigger simp to Jamil so that's fun ig.

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Damn bro, you really don't know shit huh?

Epel was excited, to say the least.

I mean, could you really blame him? It's not everyday that you get a big ol' crate full of the apples that you were raised with.

By all means, epel should've been long sick of eating apples. Having them almost everyday for majority of his life, dried and dehydrated in the winter, and fresh and juicy in the spring and summer.

But no, no epel felmeir loves those apples. Every single one he ate seemed to effortlessly send him back to the simpler times of his childhood. Where he would send hours upon hours avoiding his siblings and playing games with his cousins in the orchards and taking naps in the sun while he waited for his meemaws infamous apple pies to finish baking. And meemaw would almost always let him have the first slice! Of the ones she wasn't going to sell at least.

He really missed her...

He'd have to ask her to bake him another one this winter.

But just getting to read the letter she had wrote, along with his parents and one of the towns kids that always followed him around like a lost baby duck, put a smile on his face.

Yeah. He'd get to see them soon, and once he graduates, he can get them more money, and be strong enough to protect them if it ever came to that.

Unfortunately, as great as his parents apples were, they couldn't fight the natural forces of time.

Dear sevens- they'd sent him nearly three dozen apples! All high quality too... it shouldn't effect sales too much. The orchards were big, and his parents would rather give up that expensive family heir loom necklace that his mother always wore than start selling spoiled apples.

But still, epel couldn't possibly eat thirty-six apples before they all started to rot. Plus, he didn't know how long they took to ship to the isle of sages, so that cut the time frame even shorter.

.....Does Jack like apples?

Should he even be considering giving Jack an apple to begin with? Their relationship was pretty vague. We're they actually friends or just study buddies?

Study buddies can give eachother gifts too right? And plus, it's food, not a 24 carrot gold ring or something crazy like that.

It should be fine. Maybe he'll give one to ace too. They were friends. Surely.

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Ace trappola would say he was a good friend. I mean, he wasn't the best by any means, but he was decent.

Yeah, he could be kind of a dick. But who isn't at this point, honestly, even deuce, even cater had their moments.

But he was still someone the people in his life could go to for things, usually physically, tangible this like food or an extra ball or something, but he wasn't completely useless when it came to emotions either.

You could come to him if something was bothering you. He probably won't help you actually fix it but he can at least make you laugh.

So why didn't you want to laugh?

You had taken your mask off a few weeks ago. And like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped on him he realized it was the first time he ever saw you eat any food here at all.

Were you eating at all before then? What about water?

Thank the seven you were only here for around a week. But surely, you were dehydrated.

(You were definitely dehydrated. Deuce gave you a water bottle and you chugged it like it was your only chance at life. Which, to be fair, it probably was your only chance at life.)

Ace didn't know what your life was like before.

Ace didn't want to know either.

He didn't do well with heavy topics, always changing the subject when one came up unless he was personally involved in some way.

Other people life didn't concern him, and that was something he lived by.

...but still.

This was going a bit too far, don't you think?

Ace shot a look to deuce, clear concern instead of the regular teasing, which caught his roomates attention faster than he thought it would.

Ok. So deuce had noticed too.

Just goes to show how obvious it was that something is very wrong here.

Now, because ace had never asked, and he probably never will, he didn't know what your relationship with food was like before you came here. But. It couldn't have been this right?

A person couldn't only survive on some bread and room temperature water, right?

You sat across from him at your guy's unofficial table in the cafeteria, drinking the water at a moderate pace, as you didn't want to deal with another scolding from a certain housewarden, doing your best to keep a careful eye on grim as he went to go get his food from the lunch line.

And thank the seven for that, really. If grim turned back and saw that you weren't watching him for even a second, who knows that kind of ruckus would result?

But all that aside, you were still scarily underweight. Seriously perfect, how were you even alive?

Ace looked at deuce again. Deuce looked back.

He sighed.

Ace never, ever thought he would do something like this.

But for sevens sake, you were one of his best friends. And Ace will be damned if he just let you do this to yourself.

So with a deep breathe, he looked at you, and then turned back to what he was pretty sure was an ex-gang member, and nodded.

And for once, deuce understood.

They had to do something.

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You reminded Deuce Spade of that stray cat that his mother would always feed when he was a child.

Underweight, scared, scarred, and confused.

Always having an air if caution and paranoia, ready to react, as if anything could just jump out and grab you at any time.

But you weren't a cat, were you?

No. You were a person. Someone his age, maybe younger, that had obviously seen horrors he couldn't even understand. Which just made this whole situation even sadder.

Because if you lived like this, then what the hell was stopping him? What about his mother? What was stopping her from having the same fate?

Duece ignored the memories of his mother giving him food and taking none for herself, saying she wasn't hungry.

But he couldn't quite ignore them, nor could he ignore the pit in his stomach whenever he looked at you.

...Listen perfect, he doesn't know what you went through to be like this, but he knows damn well this isn't normal.

It can't be normal. Hiding this much food underneath your floorboards couldn't ever be normal.

The two of you were just hanging out in your room in Ramshakle. Grim was in the lounge, he was sure, and you had stared off into space before asking the date.

When he told you, you had a look of slight panic as you ripped the rug off from its place on the floor, and started pulling apart the boards.

And what for?

The reveal of a large stash of food, mostly non-perishables, but a few snacks here and there too.

Snacks that were about to expire, apparently.

You turned to look back at him, a sheepish look on your face, and what looked like a bag if chips in your hand.

Deuce didn't know what face he was making.

He just knew it wasn't one he'd want you to see

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If someone were to ask Jack howl if he was your friend. He wouldn't know to to say.

I mean yeah, you helped save his entire dorms ass way back when, yeah, you and him absolutely went throught it during azuls little "episode", and yeah, the two of you had plenty of mutual friends.

But we're the two of you friends?

Jack wasn't sure.

Because by all accounts, you should be.

It didn't change the fact that you weren't. Not really. Not by his definition and not by yours.

So what were you?

Well, you weren't friends. That was already established. And you were too close to be acquaintances (he didn't think acquaintance fell asleep on each other in the botanical gardens, only to wake up five minutes till curfew and just haul ass back to their respective dorms with smiles on their faces), so...what did that leave?

Well... I guess it left this.

"Eat it"

"....huh?"

Jack didn't know you that well. But that didn't mean he couldn't see..this happening. And it definitely didn't mean he didn't care.

So here he was. Holding a pastrami sandwich about an inch away from your face, silently begging you to just shut up and eat it.

Come on perfect, he bought this with his own money. Just humor him, please.

You eyed the sandwich like it was the most untrustworthy thing you'd ever seen. Jack's not going to lie, it kind of hurt.

But it wouldn't matter if you ate it, so he sucked it up.

...at least he would if you'd actually take the fucking sandwich.

Seriously, it was starting to tick him off.

Jack briefly considered just varying off and giving the sandwich to ruggie or something, or just eating it himself. He wasn't the biggest fan of pastrami but who knows, maybe the school made it better.

Honestly, he probably would have done just that if the image if you leaning against the wall looking ready to pass out from, what he knew, was malnutrition.

The event itself actually happened around two weeks ago, give or take. Jack thinks the only real reason he remembers it so well is because, well, it was the moment.

The defining moment, the moment where it just clicked that something was very wrong here.

He already knew that of course, I mean, look at you.

But as it turns out, watching someone actively starve to death in front of you will keep you up at night.

His mind turned to ruggie for a split second, before forcibly shoving that thought down where all the other thoughts he didn't want to think about were.

Like that time when he was a kid with a crush on Vil....yeah, Jack's happy he got o er that one to say the least. Nothing against Vil, he's a great friend and all (they were friends right?), but them in a relationship? Yeah. No. Not happening. No thankyou.

...yeah.

Jack mentally slapped hi.self and proceeded to shove his weird thoughts down yet again and refocus on getting his not-quite-friend to eat.

You were leaning back a lot farther than you were a second ago, if you did that anymore you'd probably just end up on the ground.

...jack sighed. This was going to take a while wasn't it?

By the end of the lunch period, you had come to a compromise, jack you slip the sandwich with you and take the other half for himself.

You ended up splitting your half with grim, who reluctantly took it. You had actually eaten yours too!...after you took the while thing apart and inspected and obsessed over it like how he'd seen Rook do to his housewardens that one time!

But still, it was something.

It was a start. And that's really all he could ask for at this point.

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Sebek didn't notice anything about you at first. And he didn't particularly care much either. He was a guard for sevens sake! He had a deep responsibility!

He had a crown prince, that he oh so admired, to protect! Not to mention silver, who he had to wake up at every given turn, and not to mention Lilia, who had recently been going harder on their training sessions.

So to waste his time with a human? With a weak little human that didn't even come close to his current list if priorities?

That's time he simply did not have!

...So why was he here?

He was supposed to be looking for his charge. His charge, who always seemed to wind up around the old, abandoned Ramshakle building and just dissappear in the nick of time.

It had been happening more and more lately, especially since that new perfect moved in.

He would be lying if he said he cared too much about him. Again, he didn't have time to be curious about some strange human boy with some strange past.

But still, he couldn't quite contain the way he jumped back when he'd first seen them.

Whoever he was, he looked so...sick.

...he didn't have time for this.

Turning back on his heel, he refocused his mind on finding his lord again, and quickl- wait- silver. Oh great sevens. Silver wake up!

Ok. Sebek really didn't have time for this.

...and yet.

Here he was, standing next to you, arms out ready to catch you at a moments notice if you really were going to collapse like he thought you were.

He hadn't been this close to you before.

And now he could see that you weren't just sick.

Great seven, you looked like you were dying...

Sebek zigbolt had always known humans were weak, fragile creatures. Never able to even light a candle next to faeries. Never able to light a candle next to him, and certainly not his young master.

But this was just pushing it.

Sebek was stronger than his human counterparts. He would long outlive them. He thought of silver for the shortest second and then quickly pushed that thought to the side. This was not the time. Buteven with those facts, sebek still knew that humans weren't made of fine glass. Even if the people in his homeland liked to act like it, Sebek still knew that humanity wasn't completely hopeless.

One strong gust of wind wouldn't knock them over.

One missed meal wasn't enough to do detrimental damage to their health.

Pulling one all nighter would barely put a dent in their day to day lives, aside from the obvious fatigue and.

But with you?

With you? Alwats looking like you could kneel over and die then and there on the classroom floor?

...

Sebek want so sure anymore.

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Epel had eaten more apples than any normal person should ever be able to eat.

Sevens help him, his stomach.

Despite the waves of pain that shit through him every now and then, epel wasn't mad.

Yeah, maybe eating a whole eight apples in the span of two hours wasn't his smartest idea, but the sweet nostalgia that seemed to wash over him and warm his very soul? Yeah no, it was worth it.

So no. Epel felmeir wasn't mad.

And laying in a bed that was much too soft for his taste, a direct contrast from the slightly itchy blankets and the hard mattresses back home, epel glance over to the almost empty crate of apples that were sitting just under his work desk.

...As much as Epel wanted to eat them, he wanted to do this even more.

Epel sat up, ignoring his stomach pain the best he could, and began a mental list of all the people he knew. And then a silent debate over who deserved his families apples in the first place.

Ok. First up Ace.

Epel would say they were friends. Not close friends by any means, but friends nonetheless.

Epel could give him one.

Next was Jack.

...In all honesty, epel didn't know. We're they friends, or just simply homework buddies that occasionally hung out?

...he could spare one for Jack, maybe they'd be friends then if they weren't already.

Duece.

Yes. Just- just yes. That day on the beach had changed their relationship forever. Duece was like a brother to him at this point.

He was goddamn getting an apple.

Epel chuckled a little at the realization that he was treating this like one of those elimination gameshows his meemaw liked.

Ok...he had two apples left after that.

Sebek wasn't really his friend was he? He certainly didn't make it seem like he was. If anything, Sebek was trying his damnedest to make them all belive the exact opposite, really.

....maybe he should just give the apple to Rook.

Or Vil.

Maybe.

Ok. He has one apple left.

The two of you weren't really friends. But you were friendly. If nothing else, you had been nothing but kind to him so far.

And plus, you looked uh. Half dead. To put it nicely.

And so, with a smile on his face, epel took out the crate of apples and began placing them on a bag that would make them easier to carry around tomorrow.

He couldn't wait.

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It's funny how your whole life can change in a single moment, especially when you don't even know what that moment was.

Why were you here? Where is here anyway? Surely, magic didn't exist right?

The air wasn't always this clean right?

Water wasn't readily available at the turn of a handle right?

People didnt...people werent...weren't....

Heh. Heheha.

Why.

Why were you here?

Why were you here?

Why you and not one of the kids? What the hell have you ever done but use up medical supplies in a fruitless effort to keep you alive.

Why was this world so...pretty. happy. Clean.

Why this world and not your own? What had this world ever done to deserve this luxury of life.

...What had yours?

What had you?

Out of all the base commanders, the medics, the farmers, or children, or any of the other apprentice kids that you sometimes had to work with.

You were here. And they were still trapped inside of that hell.

...You didn't deserve this.

You died. You were on that beach and you died.

You woke up in a coffin, but something told you this wasn't the afterlife.

That something being the blood that you coughed up the other day.

It wasn't from internal bleeding, you k ew that much. Rather, it was from you coughing so hard that something in your throat had ripped.

It really didn't matter. You had spent nearly half an hour in a panic, choking and trying to unclog your airways, while grim and the ghosts you had come to somewhat love, stood behind you, offering what little comfort they could.

It wasn't the first time this happened after all.

You were still bedridden for a good two days after that. Thank God for the weekend.

Time passed in a blur while you were like that. It always did, mostly because you were asleep ninety percent of the time. The other twn being dedicated to medicine and a vain attempt to get food you knew you couldn't stomach to stay down.

So no. This wasn't the afterlife.

It was just a beautiful second chance that you didn't deserve.

It was so confusing.

And this was so confusing.

What..is this weird red thing being handed to you?

Epel looked at you with a hopeful expression on his face. It reminded you of the little girl you used to look after...

You take the..thing.

Glancing over to your right, you watch Ace take a large bite out of it with a smile on his face.

Ok. So not poisonous. Good to know.

You saw Duece do the same thing.

You felt Jack staring at you, but you didn't dare look at him.

[lemontines-writing-corner]

wally darling x reader modern au series

Prologue

authors note: wally darling belongs to @/partycoffin, please support their work ! TW: SLIGHT SCOPOPHOBIA

>NEXT

Usual Day

(Y/n) had a normal life. Nothing too special; it is indeed very boring to work at an office. Dealing with papers and sorting out calls from customers, either it’d be a complaint or customer service. You do this Monday through Friday, 7 a.m. to 5 p.m., clocking in and out. Luckily for (y/n), today is Friday, and they entered their own cubicle as they took a seat and started up their computer, sipping their espresso that they made this morning. "Just have to get through this tiring day and it’s the weekend", you said, typing away, staring off the computer screen, focusing intently.  

Finally, it was lunchtime. (She/he/they) typed up the last of their documents on the computer and grabbed their lunchbox and went to the break room. As soon as (y/n) sat themselves down, (she/he/they) put their heads down against the table, hearing their co-worker Everett sitting down next to them. 

"Sounds like the sound of optimism", Everett sipped his coffee quietly, looking at you. You sighed out of exhaustion, "Mhm, totally enjoying this whole work day", sarcastically answering back at your co-worker as he let out a chuckle. 

"Since it’s Friday, I thought you might like this thing I found", Everett said, taking out his phone and showing you a picture of a puppet sitting down on a stool, holding a paintbrush in one hand and a painting palette in the other. You perked up seeing the blue pompadour puppet; "He looks like he’s from Sesame Street", You looked into his eyes. They feel like he was staring at you. 

"Close but not quiet, he’s from this old late 60’s, early 70’s cartoon show called Welcome Home", Everett scrolled through the pictures and showed you the whole cast, "So what’s the big scoop", You raised a brow as it piqued your interest. "Well, it was broadcast on some unknown channel at the time and disappeared into obscurity", Everett then proceeded, "although there was this website that is trying to restore this whole show, and I thought you might like it because it kind of looks like an ARG". 

The word ARG pulled you in as you sat back up, you being into mystery, horror, cartoons, and arg fanatics. You didn’t hesitate to ask for the website: "Thanks, Everett, I’ll definitely check it out", With the link saved on your phone, you couldn’t wait to check it out on your laptop once you got back to your apartment. Everett nodded and noticed lunchtime was coming to an end. You realized you hadn’t eaten your lunch due to sulking and being tired of your job, so you quickly ate your sandwich and gulped it down with water. 

When work was finally over, you clocked out as you took your keys out of your tote bag and went to the parking garage to look for your car. Eventually, once you reached home, you instantly flopped down on your couch, took a deep breath, and then decided to grab your laptop, which was sitting on the living room table. Luckily, you charged it before you went to bed, you were excited to enter the website name. 

You were introduced to such a colorful website. Seeing the blue pompadour puppet and smiling, you read through every page and commented on the guest book. You managed to grab the links that you found throughout the pages; you'd have to admit it was sinister but eye catching. Once done, you left the tab closed and left your computer open. "Okay, I've had my fair share of looking through that silly website, I'm gonna go take a nap", you said to yourself and went to your bedroom leaving the door open and flopping on your bed. 

Without a care in the world, you were in a deep sleep due to exhaustion from work. Little did you know your laptop that was sitting on the living room table, opened the welcome home tab. The same link you last typed in where Wally stares at you, but this time it was a spiral. Your laptop screen started to glitch as someone came out...

well I hope you like the prologue of this fanfiction! Sorry for the wait, let me know if you like this or not.

feel free to critic it too. I haven't been writing fanfiction in forever so I apologize if it didn't come ok !

as a thank you for waiting patiently and reading all the way to the end here is some concept art of Everett ^^

I also made a Spotify playlist for Wally Darling (of course this will be useful later in the story and I thought y'all might like it)

[mj-iza-writer]

"Wake up", Whumper nudged them with their foot, "we're going to the beach today."

Whumpee groaned as they looked up at them, outings like this normally meant some sort of sedative was going to be crammed down there throat. They would be rag dolled around all day.

"My friend invited us to their secluded beach section, so I don't have to worry about you yelling for help", Whumper grinned.

"Does that- does that mean I don't have to be sedated?", Whumpee sat up, "please."

"Sorry, you still have to be sedated, there are still neighbors", Whumper helped them up from the floor, "I've got it already to go, this time I've even remembered breakfast, you got sick on me last time, I'm not doing that again."

"Please I promise I won't run", Whumpee begged.

"No", Whumper stated in annoyance, "I'm going to be swimming and enjoying myself, not worrying about you."

Whumpee winced at his anger, "I'm sorry, sir."

"Now I have your suit and cover set out in my room. Go get ready, and find me after", Whumper smiled.

Whumpee looked over the bikini/speedo that had been picked out, "of course, they picked the one that accentuates the abuse. They can look at those all they want if we are in seclusion."

Whumpee put on the suite with a sigh, then threw on the cover outfit. "Today is going to suck, I hate being their puppet."

"Hurry up", Whumper yelled at them, "you still need to eat and take the medication."

"I'm coming", Whumpee took a final look in the mirror and groaned.

Whumpee quickly ate, then eyed the sedative.

"Can I ask one more time, please no sedation", they whined.

"You can either take it with water like a good slave, or I'll take a straw and shoot it down your throat, your choice," Whumper spoke through gritted teeth and a menacing grin.

"Ok ok, can I take it with my juice though please", Whumpee bargained.

"Yes that's fine", Whumper smiled knowing they gave in a little, but happy for the compliance nonetheless.

Whumper placed the pill in Whumpee's mouth and watched them gulp it down. They made Whumpee open their mouth to insure it definitely went down.

"Good Whumpee, that normally takes 45 minutes to kick in, so plenty of time to get there, the car is packed already", Whumper did a happy dance, "I can't wait for a beach day."

Whumpee frowned.

"Cheer up, I've packed you snacks, drinks, a water proof blanket, plus they've got a lounge chair and umbrella, so you can unwind", Whumper grinned.

"Did you remember sunblock?", Whumpee looked at a bag that was not packed in the car yet.

"That I did", Whumper grinned, "let's get going."

Whumpee stood up, but instantly sat back down, "I'm already getting groggy."

"I'll get this stuff packed up and come back for you", Whumper grabbed a few things and went out. When he came back, Whumpee's head was starting to bob, "that was a different brand, I guess they start faster than the other", Whumper lifted them from the chair, and out to the car.

Whumper placed Whumpee in the passenger seat and tightened their seat belt. Their body was already limp. "There we go, hopefully that keeps you from falling over."

"I don't feel good Whumper, what did you give me", Whumpee winced, they slowly raised their hand to their head. Everything felt slow, they felt like they were floating.

"Don't throw up on me", Whumper listened to them whine, "it was a different brand sedative, but the same dosage."

"It's not that type of feeling", Whumpee breathed heavily, "I feel like I'm floating and falling at the same time, I feel like taking a nap."

'Well, go ahead and fall asleep, maybe when we get there, some of it will wear off", Whumper cupped Whumpee's cheek, "I'm going to make sure everything is locked then we'll go."

Whumper climbed into the driver side of the car. They noticed Whumpee was out, "well I guess I won't have them complaining the whole ride there."

Whumpee woke up to Whumper applying sunblock to them, they where sat reclined in a beach chair, the umbrella already up.

"Hrmmp", the grumbled groggigly, "we're here already."

"Yes, we just got here", Whumper started to apply sunblock to themself, "I've had enough time to apply your sunblock, are you ok?"

"Im not floating anymore, I still feel extremely slow though" they tried to move.

"Are you comfortable, I'm about to go swim", Whumper stood up, "do you want any snacks, drinks?"

"I think I'll be sick if I ate anything, can I have my sunglasses and a water please", Whumpee tried shaking their head to get rid of some of the groginess, "this sun is not working with me."

Whumper placed the sunglasses on Whumpee and sat the water bottle beside them, "I'm going swimming."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou sir."

"The normal rules and relationship standards I've set restarts tomorrow", Whumper stated, "don't get used to me being nice, this is a mini vacation."

"Yes sir, I understand", Whumpee sighed, wondering how this was considered a vacation for them, when all they could do was watch."

Whumper ran into the water, Whumpee watched, this is so fun they mocked quietly. So fun.

[elizabethplaid]

early morning notes - nov 4, 2024

Both phone-friend and streamer-friend were busy this weekend, so I spent my time napping and playing on my phone. (And taking photos of Wampus, which have been popular.) I sent them both well-wishes, but I didn't want to bother them. Both needed the break from their daily routines. Also, I was the one to suggest canceling this week's call, out of respect.

Thursday (Halloween, Oct 31st) was my dental appointment and some shopping, which left me very fatigued, both physically and mentally. Friday through now, my sense of touch has been hyper-aroused, but it's less scary than what happened at the end of August. (At least I didn't break my chakra, like I feared last time.)

I "took matters into my own hands" on Friday, but the sensations have persisted. I've been hesitant to say anything, as there's really nothing to be done. It's fun to whine when it's amusing, but it feels embarrassing and frustrating this time. I'm tired; I want to sleep; I don't want to be aroused. I'm too tired to do anything about it.

Sunday (Nov 3) was Friends-giving with Neighbors-S+J. I didn't go, because I'm so wonked, but dad brought home dessert. I was an impulsive fool and ate it right away, though it was close to midnight. I was most of the way through the cheesecake when I realized it'd been on the counter for a few hours. Ah, that pesky food safety. I stopped eating it and threw the rest away. (Cookies and chocolate pieces were saved and set in the fridge, as those are usually more stable.)

My impulsiveness also kept me from making a "proper" meal for myself. In the morning, I'll have something with more food groups, but emotions are clinging to that cheesecake and not sitting well with me. (Not nauseated, just some regret mixed with other weird things.) I'm near the end of my cycle, so that's my excuse for my current condition, at least partly.

I've taken my meds this morning, though I think I was late to take them yesterday (closer to noon). I was going to finish tasks for a game-event on my phone, but fatigue has eroded away my interest. There are some echoes of a dream that are lingering (kissing a hand, fairy bread), along with reading the symbolism from another recent dream, bothering my thoughts. Again, fatigue makes me want to ignore them.

I'm trying to search my memories for answers to my current situation. I've talked about this with my counselor and phone-friend. I've developed strategies before. I just can't think right now. It wasn't actions; it was attitudes, how to regard things and not get discouraged.

She also asked how I felt about the portraits from that dream, the one that's still bugging me. The symbolism site I read said it was "how you want to be seen by others", and that's true, but the details about the artist made it weird. I noted contrasts with other dreams of similar themes. Need to write down those imagery-symbols, so I can report back later.

The part about grout in dentures paralleled my dental cleaning, as well. It bothers me that it was a prediction, in a sense. The only other predictive dream I've had was related to my assault. And that anniversary is later this month, so I'm trying to keep my brain from revisiting those unhappy places.

There were also some story scenarios I envisioned as I went through that endorphin crash. I wrote about it but saved it as a draft, as it felt too painful to let anyone else see. I just had counseling the day before dental, so it's another week+ before we talk again. If I'm not feeling better by Tuesday, I'll ask for an earlier appointment.

I know there are bad feelings bubbling closer to the surface right now. They're buried under a layer of numbness, at the moment, which is also preventing me from thinking much. I appreciate how my brain is unconsciously/subconsciously? protecting me.

Still working through how much I allow myself to lean on others. This pain isn't new; there's nothing to be done by either me or them. So why bother sharing it? Maybe I'm using that as a cover-up for shame, too. Vulnerability is embarrassing, after all. Guess the mental health stuff is pretty heavy if I'm wrestling with philosophical stuff about deserving to be cared for. But it's also not easy to undo a lifetime of bad lessons, so I must be patient and kind with myself. I think I'll take a nap.

[eva-knits12]

Andy's Favorite Girls

Trigger warning: gestational diabetes, type I diabetes, childbirth, fluff

Summary: Andy , Joy, and Joelle welcome Penelope Rose Barber.

The nursery is set up. The crib and the changing table is built. You're busy folding onesies, and Andy is busy setting up the curtains. This is almost a flash back to six years ago, when you were pregnant with Joy. Only the theme of the nursery is different. Joy's theme was a nice, spring theme, and the theme for Penelope's nursery was a nice, flower garden theme.

Just like six years ago, Andy has his head resting on your nine months pregnant belly, and he kisses your belly.

"I love you, Penelope Rose," says Andy. Penelope kicks, and Joy walks in the nursery, carrying her back pack. It's Joy's last day of kindergarten, and she is excited.

"Mommy, Daddy, school's finally over!" says an excited Joy.

"I know, baby," says Andy.

You yawn, and Andy helps you up.

"Oh, honey, you look exhausted. Here, why don't you go take a nap for a bit, I'll take care of Joy," says Andy. Andy had promised Joy a trip to the beach this weekend, and you would go, too. Getting some sun would be good for you. You were hoping that you wouldn't go into labor before then.

Andy helps you on the bed, and gets your feet up. You don't remember your feet aching this bad when you were pregnant with Joy, so Andy sat on the edge of the bed, put your feet in his lap, and started to rub them. You fall asleep, and Andy covers you with a blanket.

Andy goes to make Joy her lunch, and he puts your lunch on a tray, and delivers it to you.

"Thank you, Andy," you say, with exhaustion in your voice.

"Oh, honey, this pregnancy has really worn you out, you were never this exhausted with Joy," says Andy, sympathy in his voice. You never were this tired with Joy, either. In fact, you were a ball of energy throughout most of Joy's pregnancy.

You were at a regular follow up appointment when you had to be given a blood test. The doctor found some sugar in your urine, and he had requested a blood test just because he had suspected that you had gestational diabetes. The blood test confirmed it. The fact that you were just constantly nauseous and tired all the time. You had no idea what causing this, and your doctor followed his gut instinct. He ordered the blood test and the UA, and the blood test confirmed it. You had to spend a few days in the hospital when Andy found you passed out on the kitchen floor one morning after Andy and Joy came back from her dance class. Andy kept the house running, and even worked from home.

You were given insulin, and even took it every day, you were still tired. The nausea had all but gone away, but you were still tired. The fatigue was making you feel even worse. You felt as if you had zero energy to do things. Andy and Joy were helping you get through this. Joy was drawing pictures to make you happy, Andy was taking care of you and running the house. He made sure that you got plenty of rest, took your insulin, and checked your blood sugar every day. Every day, Andy and Joy would visit you in the hospital until you were released.

Thanks to your PCP and your ob/gyn, they kept pushing for tests. There was just something off about this diagnosis. It was discovered that the gestational diabetes was only the beginning of something. You were eventually diagnosed with type I diabetes. How nobody caught it, you'll never know. Your doctor explained that the symptoms manifested themselves during this pregnancy.

Andy made sure you ate at frequently to keep your blood sugar steady, he made sure that you took your insulin, and he made sure that you drank plenty of water. He always brought you some juice, too, in case you started to go into diabetic shock. He even made sure that you checked your blood sugar before you ate and made sure that you checked your blood sugar often.

You were pregnant with baby number two. You now had to live daily life as an insulin dependent diabetic who was pregnant.

"Oh, honey. I know you didn't ask for this", says Andy, who is now giving you a foot rub.

"I know, Andy", you say, yawning.

You start going to sleep, and Andy covers you with a blanket. He kisses you on the cheek, and goes back to help Joy clean the kitchen, and wash up after lunch.

You're resting in bed, knitting a pair of booties for Penelope, when you felt a sharp pain. Andy comes up to check on you, and he sees you doubled over.

"Andy, I think it's time. AH!"you scream in pain.

Andy helps get you up, and places his arm around you. He kisses your forehead.

"Are you sure it isn't Braxton Hicks?" asks Andy. Andy fetches you a glass of water. You drink the water.

You drink the water, the half an hour later, another contraction washes over you. Andy calls the doctor, and tells Andy to get you to the hospital. Given your type I diabetes, your doctor didn't want to take chances and wait. The sooner you set up on a fetal monitor, blood sugar monitor, and insulin pump, the better.

Andy manages to get you to the hospital. The nurse sets you up on a fetal monitor and an insulin pump, and a blood sugar monitor. Eventually, your contractions get closer together. You're ready to deliver, so Andy puts on scrubs, and you start to push. Joy Grace is with your brother, and you're glad that she isn't witnessing you give birth. That's not a thing for a child to witness.

Penelope Rose is born, and you and Andy both get to hold her. It's amazing, and you feel lucky. You're lucky that you're alive. You're lucky that you are now navigating life as a type I diabetic. You feel lucky that Andy is not only caring, he is loving, and is an amazing husband.

Several weeks later, Andy takes Joy and you and Penelope to the beach. You slather on sunscreen on Joy, you put Penelope in her cute onesie, a cute bucket hat, and slather on sunscreen on her. Andy made sure to pack plenty of water in the cooler, along with plenty of snacks for you to help keep your sugar up. Andy also makes sure that you are checking your sugar, and are eating at proper intervals. Andy and Joy play in the water, and you sit and read your book, while keeping an eye on Penelope. You breast feed Penelope when she gets hungry.

Eventually, Andy gets him, Joy, and you a hot dog, along with some lemonade for him and Joy, and water for you. You all enjoy your picnic, and then watch the sunset. You all stop at your favorite seafood place for dinner, and you and Andy get the clam chowder, along with the side salad. Joy is happily eating her fish sticks with fries and her veggies. Penelope is sleeping in the stroller. Joy keeps trying to get Penelope to eat, but you and Andy explain that Penelope has to eat differently. You feed Penelope the way you fed Joy when she was a baby. You explain that Penelope drinks your milk directly from your breast, and that Joy did exactly the same when she was a baby.

When Andy pays the bill, you take the keys to the Audi. You get in the front seat, and breast feed Penelope. You check your sugars, and they are good. You, Joy, and Penelope fall asleep on the way home. When you get home, Andy checks your Dexcom. Your sugar is a little low, so he wakes you up, and brings you a small snack, along with some juice and some water.

"Andy, you are one amazing and loving husband. Laurie and Jacob missed out. I love you so much, and I love the girls so much," you say.

Andy smiles.

"I love you, too, Joelle. I love you and the girls so much," says Andy.

[lcnelyghost]

thinking abt tristan again. 💔

OMG HOW TRISTAN WOULD BE WHEN TAKING CARE OF U WHEN UR SICK. i’m literally so big brain fr

coughs and sneezes//tristan duffy

pairings; tristan duffy x fem reader

rating; pg!

warnings; mentions of sickness, common cold symptoms, all that jazz

You sluggishly rolled around in you’re bed, coughing and groaning miserably. Perhaps going ice skating with Tristan was the worst fucking idea you could have suggested. Now you’re poor sinuses had to suffer from the idiotic choice you made.

Tristan slowly opened the bathroom door and peeped his head through. Wincing slightly at you’re sick form, he ditched the plan of shaving for a minute longer, walking over to you.

“You okay?” He asked. You grunted in response before sitting up to face him.

“Does it look like i’m okay?” You snapped at him. You’re voice was awfully nasal due to the fact you couldn’t even breathe through you’re nose in any way whatsoever.

Tristan chuckled and placed a soft kiss on you’re forehead. You quickly pulled away after gently pushing him next to you for a moment. Turning to the side, you sneezed harshly into the paw of you’re hoodie.

“Bless you..” He smiled, handing you a tissue. You thanked him and wiped you’re nose before tossing the tissue to the ground.

You flopped back onto you’re pillows and sighed loudly. Tristan just chuckled again and stared at you in awe.

“I wanna go out. I can’t be stuck in here all day Tristan..” You said with a pout. Tristan lifted up you’re chin with his finger, looking directly into you’re eyes.

“Sweetheart, we can’t have you coughing and sneezing all over the place. Could you imagine March’s face?” You both laughed at that thought. Yeah, some reaction James would give you. Just a few months back, one of the guests had accidentally gotten him sick. And well.. let’s just say it wasn’t a pretty sight..

“Stay here, i’ll go get you something to eat.” He stated, kissing you goodbye before heading down to the Cortez’s kitchen to ask Iris or Miss Evers if either of them could rustle something up for you.

He soon returned with a steaming bowl of soup in his hands. He was careful not to spill even a drop. It was Iris’ finest. Most of the ghosts found her cooking to be absolutely divine. He knew you were one of those people, much like himself actually. You both remember last Christmas when he ate everything she’d baked. That got him and Donovan at each others throats within no time. Even Will tried his hardest to stop it..

You looked over at the soup with tired eyes, trying you’re best to sit up, but Tristan beckoned for you to lay back down.

“I got it,” He lifted the soup back up and blew on it, dipping in you’re spoon and stirring slowly.

“Open..” Tristan commanded. You did as you were told and smirked before allowing him to push the spoon right into you’re mouth. The hot liquid ran down you’re throat and it felt amazing. The warmth, everything.

After you’d finished, he cleared everything away and asked if you wanted a little afternoon nap.

“Darlin’ you could use the extra rest..” He said, frowning at the dark purple smudges under you’re eyes. You were incredibly pale and quite exhausted.

“Mm, okay..” You mumbled sleepily. Tristan took the chance to strip his clothes off, crawling into bed with you as you both snuggled under the covers.

He turned the lamp off that was placed over on the bedside table. You hummed in satisfaction as you nestled yourself deeper in Tristan’s naked chest.

It was nice to feel someone else’s body heat. You’d sat for days in here, shivering and trying so very hard to feel actual warmth. And the heat radiating off of Tristan, wow. It just felt incredible.

You looked up to see that he had dozed off, snoring slightly. You quietly chuckled to yourself before joining him and falling into a peaceful slumber.

[mayybirds]

TtVtL Chapter 8 Snippet~

I was hoping to have the new chap out this weekend, but it didn't quite get together in time. We're looking at sometime late next week for the update. So for now, here's a lil preview to whet your appetites:

Eventually, once the pins and needles in his legs have come and gone, and with some reluctant help from Eveline, who grumbles the whole time about it, Ethan manages to finagle himself, with minimal flopping, into a sitting position, and then gets to his feet once more, this time successfully. He stretches out his aching limbs, and then pulls the rough-hewn wood table that is the centerpiece of the cabin into the patch of filtered light cast by the window, places the chairs at either end for himself and Eveline.

Sunlight, Ethan decides, is a glorious thing he is never going to take for granted again. Not after yesterday’s long night, where he’d feared to never see the sun again, to die in darkness and decay. 

Eveline sits in hers carefully, regarding him unsurely as Ethan flops in his and rubs a weary hand over his face. He feels remarkably well-rested, all things considered, but the aches and pains in his body are definitely not minor. What he probably needs is food, and water, and yet more sleep, in all honesty, but while he’s certainly going to prioritize the first two, he’s not hedging his bets on getting more of the third. It’s already lucky the BSAA and Umbrella haven’t found them yet. 

When he pulls his hand away from his face, Eveline is still staring silently at him, and Ethan realizes he has no idea how to even start this conversation—what needs to be said now to get them situated and out of here without her freaking out on him, and what must come later—and flounders. “Uh…” Great start, asshole, he thinks sourly. “Sorry you couldn’t wake me up earlier. I’m…not usually such a heavy sleeper. Next time just kick me awake, or something.” The second it’s out of his mouth, his long history of reacting violently to being awoken forcefully occurs to him, and Ethan winces. “Actually, wait, don’t do that.”

Eveline just keeps staring, and he coughs awkwardly. 

“How long were you waiting for me to wake up?”

Eveline finally breaks eye contact to look at her hands, fidgeting with them in her lap. “Don’t know. A while.”

“Shit,” Ethan mumbles. With the cursed ambiguities of kid-speak, that could mean anything from thirty minutes to hours. “Sorry. You must have been…” Don’t say scared. “Hungry?” It comes out sounding more like a question than anything else, timid and unsure. He tries again. “I mean…it’s probably been a while since you ate, right?” Hell, the last meal they’d both been present for had been Marguerite’s god-awful rotting carcass of a dinner, and he severely doubts Eveline ate any more than he did. Though, in retrospect, maybe the rotten food was good for people who were infected? Mold grew on rotten things, right? Fuck, he’d never been that good at the biological sciences. He was a computer guy for a reason. 

Eveline is looking at him again, though, half-wary but seemingly half-intrigued by the concept of food, so he plows on. “I know I’m hungry, at least. Starved,” and he manages a half-hearted laugh that quickly trails off. “What about you?”

“I ate,” Eveline mumbles, not really answering the question, and points a finger out behind his shoulder. When Ethan glances over, he notices for the first time a couple empty cans on the bench next to the sink that look like they’ve been practically licked clean, as well as several empty test-tubes scattered about with the remnants of black sludge clinging to their glass sides, and winces—both at the clear picture being painted of Eveline having to feed herself what was in all likelihood cold beans while he took a fucking nap, as well as at the…other stuff.

He’s not going to ask Eveline if she ate mold samples. He’s not. If only for his own sanity. 

“Okay,” he says after a long moment, “But…are you hungry?”

Eveline shrugs, and he takes that as a yes. 

[mental-mario]

Monu-Mentally Shredded

I didn't realize today is Mental Health Awareness day, but I figure it is all the more fitting then that I recount my hospitalization in the psych ward last week. This may run long and require at least a Part II.

The day started at 8am with a routine blood draw. My psych put me on lithium recently, and this was a routine test prior to my follow-up appointment to check my lithium blood level. For context, I have been depressed and suicidal for much of my life, but I didn't get it addressed until the last year because I was taught that it was shameful or weak to receive any care for emotions and mental health. I always felt like something was mentally "off" about me, though, and after sitting 9 months on a waitlist, I finally got accepted as a psych patient. I was then diagnosed MDD and BPD, as well as OCD, BPII, and ADHD. My older daughter was also diagnosed ADHD and ASD1 earlier this year, but I digress.

This has been a particularly hard year amongst many hard years, and after I got fired I spiraled into a free fall. I stayed in bed and slept a lot, cut myself, binged on snacks when I finally did get out of bed some, and I was especially irritable and moody, even yelling and cursing at one of the school's teachers in the car line, with my kids in the car. I wish I could say that was out of character for me, but sadly it isn't. I did a better job in previous years holding my negative thoughts underneath the surface (not a good thing), but with going no-contact with my parents and sibling's family for a second time as well as navigating the choppy waters of my marriage, my depression, anger, and burnout became too much for me to suppress. It wasn't much of a surprise after seeing the lacerations on my arm that my psych "urged" me to go to the hospital voluntarily. I put that in quotes because he really said I can either go on my own or be committed involuntarily. So I think I made the better choice.

I had been to the ER once or twice before in life, but this was my first time in the psych triage and consequentially being admitted. The triage was locked down with several security personnel on hand. I was shown to a bed in a small area with a posted camera in the corner and a sitter to watch me, and they took my clothes, phone, keys, and wallet and had me get into a big green paper jumpsuit. While I waited to have another blood draw, EKG, and urine tox screen done, a large man with profound autism stripped naked in the hallway and pissed on the floor. Once the tests were completed, I was escorted upstairs by wheelchair to a unit that I could only describe as the holding tank.

I'm not really sure what the point of being on this unit was, so maybe someone can comment if they know better. I was brought into a room with 2 empty beds, a bathroom, and 2 TVs with 1 on and no remote. The staff had me order lunch (I was in no mood to eat), and I was able to call my wife from the phone on the wall with the extra short cord. I'm not entirely sure someone wasn't listening in on those calls because the phone made some weird clicking noises when it was connecting. I went back to the room after making my phone call and was provided an atarax to calm my nerves. It worked, and I napped until lunch arrived. I ate very little of the frozen stir fry they gave me, but I did eat the bowl of grapes. I arrived at the ER around 10am, and it wasn't until around 5pm that I was finally transported over to the unit.

Security had me go through a metal detector before being let in. They said you'd be surprised what people do to try and sneak things in. Inside, there was a front unit and back unit, and I was escorted to the back. I was then sat into a chair near the nurse's desk, which was locked inside by badge lock and behind thick - I assume bulletproof - glass. I then waited for them to take my vitals...again! I looked around. There were probably 10 patients on the unit, and they were also all dressed in the same green paper jump suit. The lighting was all fluorescent in the hallways, and there was one phone hanging on the wall for patients to use, also with a short cord. I've not been to prison, but I do imagine some similarities would be experienced. The other patients were in the dayroom area eating dinner, while I was taken into another room by a nurse and another staff member as witness to strip search me. This made it feel all the more like prison, and if this was supposed to make me feel less like killing myself, it failed miserably.

I am going to break it up here, but look out for Part II coming up real soon!

I am currently playing Shredder's Revenge, and I highly recommend the DLC if you haven't gotten it yet. The survival mode online is a lot of fun, and I feel like I get a limited social interaction out of it, even though I have no idea who is on the other side of the wifi. With that said, I have no community or irl friends, so I would love for some virtual company. I am adding my friend code below, so send me a friendvite and message me when you're available to play. I am also planning to open up rooms from time to time in games for anyone reading this blog or my socials (as I get them going) to join via code, and I will post the code up with first come first served. So be sure to follow the blog here. I hate the term "followers," so I prefer to call you my friends, if I may.

My friend code is: SW - 4419 - 5159 - 3401. I will also post this on the blog bio for reference, as well as the QR code. I want friends!!...but with boundaries, lol!

[not-krys]

Starvation (Houki, Abby, Maddie, Clara, Ophelia)

Happy new year, loves!

As a new years resolution this year, I decided that, no matter the state of done-ness, I would post at least one art thing and one writing thing per month.

Which means, I hope, that I'll be making more writing posts for this year. Most likely it'll lead to more wip wednesdays like this one, but, more writing is always a good thing.

For this one, I took a prompt from my 100 Prompts list and figured out ways that I could put it into writing. This theme was #79, Starvation.

Some entries took the prompt at face value (the character is hungry and so they search for food). Others follow a more vague and metaphorical sense, like touch-starvation. And others I just had the word inserted into it and not much other association with it.

Regular warnings apply: Raw, unedited writing, some are short and just stop right in the middle, some might be wander-y and ramble-y. Maybe some vague sense of spoilers, but nothing concrete.

My Masterlist!

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Houki

"Lass." The tone behind her head didn't sound happy.

Houki turned around slowly, finding the tall frame of one Masamune Date right behind her, his single bright blue eye striking like lightning. His brows were furrowed, a frown in place where a toothy smirk usually was.

She was in trouble, she was realizing.

"Do you know what time it is?"

She took her eyes off the man for a brief moment, seeing the inky darkness outside, a tell tale sign it was at least the evening hours. Judging by the moon's position, it was quite late in the day.

Very late in the day indeed.

"…Very much past dinner time?" She tried.

"Yes." His stern tone could rival that of Hideyoshi, Houki was discovering.

"And you had promised that you would be present when dinner was served, right?"

She nodded, slowly. It was a common complaint from back home too, both from her mother and the castle servants, how she would skip meals if she had been distracted enough.

"I did."

"Dinner was over hours ago."

"And I don't have an excuse, either." A tired answer. "I was… reading. And lost track of time."

Masamune sighed, tying back his sleeves.

"Well, at least you aren't as bad as that companion of yours."

"…I can make something for myself, Lord Masamune."

"Nope, not happening." He replied, pulling a covered bowl towards him. "I don't know when it was you last ate today, but your stomach's bound to be growling up a storm by now."

Her stomach agreed with him, complaining for the whole castle to hear. Masamune laughed.

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Abby

The sound of paper crumpling and landing softly on the floor, while a familiar sound to Leonardo, the not so familiar sound following it awoke him from his midday nap, perking his ears at the sound of muffled frustration.

His little cara mia, really everyone's at this point, she had been trying to draw a vase she had found in the hallway for a good hour now, each time ending in with the paper rustling and torn. He was starting to get concerned as the pile beside the girl grew larger and larger.

Grumbling with effort as he stood up from his napping place on the floor, he entered the sunny room, saw the rather alarming pile of paper on the floor, and a head of blonde hair resting on her arms, taking deep breaths to calm herself.

With the liquid grace of a cat, he picked up one of the crumpled sheets, smoothing it out until he could see the many attempts at capturing the vase's likeness in front of the two of them. It reminded him of his time as a young art apprentice, ages upon ages ago. The telltale marks of a young hand trying to capture what they saw and transforming it, giving it life on a flat, unassuming surface. He smiled, caught up in his nostalgia.

After a moment, he lightly put a hand on the girl's shoulder, startling her.

"Pretty sure that Comte wouldn't care about the cost," he said, "but paper is still expensive, cara mia. Using the back is also a viable option, if you hate the front that much."

"It's… just frustrating," Abby said, her voice quivering. "I can't get it right."

"Get what right?"

"The drawing… it… I can't get it to look right."

"What seems to be the problem?"

Leonardo set the paper on the drawing board, smoothing it out as best he could without smudging the pencil, and pulled up a nearby short table to sit on. After a moment, he changed his position to her right side, so he could freely use his left hand.

"Everything looks so… stiff." Abby bit her lip.

"Well, it is a vase." Leonardo smiled. "Not like it's gonna suddenly jump in your lap like Lumiere would."

"You know what I mean… You and Vincent can make any drawing look so… effortless."

"Hmm…" Leonardo gently took her hand, tiny in his, and moved it across the page, taking her arm on a journey from one end to the other.

"Have you been taught how to draw with your shoulder before?"

"My shoulder?" Abby raised an eyebrow. "It'd be easier with your hand, wouldn't it?"

"You're worried about stiffness, yeah?" Leonardo said, moving her arm in the same motion. "You're so clenched up and tiny so much of the time, it reflects in your art too."

Abby watched as he guided her hand once again, making another long motion across the page.

"Try moving like this."

"But the vase..."

"Focus on loosening your arm up first. Make marks the way you like. Your hand and wrist will thank you in the long run."

He then released her hand, settling his in his lap. She bit her lip again, but turned back to her marks, unsteady at first, shaky and uneven, but she soon got the idea.

"It feels… weird. Doing it like this."

"With a little more practice, you'll be drawing much looser before you know it."

"Will this really help?"

"Well," Leonardo chuckled, "been doing this for the better part of 500 years. Hopefully I know what I'm doing at this point."

He didn't miss her ears turning pink through her hair.

"Other than just long lines, you can do circles too."

He took hold of her hand again, guiding her to make big, loose circles.

"It'll help you to get the lip of that vase right."

"…Thank you, Leonardo. For helping me."

"No need for thanks, cara mia," he smirked, "We're all here to help if you need it."

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Maddie

The pounding rain against the window didn't bother Maddie that much, not really, but she still held Loki firmly to her side, cat-eared hood over his head. She held his head in her shoulder, taking special care to cover his ears.

After a few moments of silence, Maddie began humming to herself, hoping it could soothe Loki's frayed nerves.

"Hmmm, hmmm…. Rain, rain, go away~, come again some other day~"

Loki looked up at her, curious. Maddie smiled.

"Little Maddie wants to go out and play~, rain, rain go away~."

"What song was that?"

"My Gran taught it to me when I was little. It helped me to be patient when waiting out a rainstorm."

Loki huffed, a pout gracing his lips.

"I'm not a little kid," he said, his voice soft in his complaint.

"I know you aren't." Maddie said just as quietly, squeezing his shoulder. "But I was hoping it would pass the time."

"Kinda short for a waiting song though." Loki relaxed his head further into her shoulder.

"You keep going until the storm passes. That's what my Gran said."

"Did it work?"

"Sometimes," Maddie admitted with a laugh. "She'd hold onto me real tight and we'd sing it together as we watched the rain drops fall on the window."

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Clara

"I'm really sorry about all the trouble, miss," the man said as he devoured the soup and bread like a man starved for days. For all Clara knew, having only met the blond man hours ago in the rain, he probably was.

"Just don’t eat so fast you choke-" Her words, hearing that fateful cough, made her look up in alarm.

Just as quickly, however, he pounded on his chest, swallowed, then laughed sheepishly.

"It's really delicious, though! I would ask for more, but you should eat too."

He was right, as she only meant for her soup to be meant for one, herself. At least, that was the intention.

Thoughts about dinner aside, Clara stood up and inspected the young man's head again, checking for any signs of bruising or bumps.

"Miss?" he asked before wincing.

"Thought so, a big bump on your head. Something must've hit you pretty hard. Do you remember what it was, by chance?"

"…Maybe the ground? It was raining when we met. Could've slipped."

"…You don't remember though, do you?"

" 'Fraid not."

Clara sighed.

"In the morning, I'd like to take you to see a doctor. Hitting your head hard enough that you have amnesia can't be good for you."

The young man nodded, agreeing with her.

"Thank you for taking me in regardless, Miss."

"Clara…" she flushed lightly, "My name is Clara."

The man smiled. "That's a pretty name. It suits you, Clara."

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Ophelia

"It's not a luxurious life, not like the one you lived when you were with the Oda."

"That's fine," Ophelia said, a note of finality in her voice, "I like to think a harsh life suits me."

Kennyo sighed.

"If you are sure. I won't always be the kind man I once was."

"And I'm no naïve waif that can be pushed around anymore."

"This is your final warning."

"I don't need one. I'm coming with you."

"Nights will be long and cold. Days will be hot and blinding. Sometimes even food will be scarce."

"It won't be the first time I've gone hungry for days on end."

"Ophelia… please."

"Stop trying to turn me away." She reached out her hand, pale and already full of small scratches.

"I'm not going back to Nobunaga. I absolutely refuse. Even if you get the bright idea to drop me off in Kasugayama, or in Sakai with that god awful pirate and that… that merchant, I won't stop searching for you."

"Why," he asked. "Why are you so hellbent on following me? I can't provide for you, I can't give you the life you deserve."

"What life do I deserve, Kousa?"

"One where you deserve to be happy. Cared for. Loved."

"And yet, the only one that has loved me, even remotely, was a demon of his own making!"

"Your family cared for you."

"As much as a mosquito needs blood to survive. I wouldn't even doubt they think I jumped ship and died at sea by now."

He turned to face her, his brow furrowed deeply, his eyes dark.

"Leave. Now."

"Why." It wasn't a question. It was a demand.

"Because you're going to get yourself hurt if you stay with me."

"You think I haven't been hurt before? By lesser men and women? By my own blood? My country? Think again if you think you can hurt me any more than anyone else has."

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3211

after sleeping in and confirming plans, i fell back asleep this morning and woke up finally with my "you should be leaving now" alarm. i got up real fast, showered, died of heat exhaustion, dressed, and left in like twenty minutes. not quite a record but damn close.

i went with a friend and her mom to get lunch at a vietnamese place and cupcakes from my favorite bakery. for lunch i got beef pho and dumplings and it was all really good. i ended up with leftovers, which was surprising, but the dumplings were filling. so i put it in a container, grabbed a spoon and chopsticks, asked for a bag, and packed it all away, and we left.

at the bakery i picked up some cupcakes and a flower cookie, the kind i usually get when i go there, the ones that are my favorite. i picked a blue one today. i'm very excited to eat it.

(i'll die on the hill that klemm's bakery is the best bakery in new hampshire. if someone can prove me wrong i'll still die on that hill.)

after that adventure, i went back to joel's and i took a nap. it had gradually been raining harder and harder over those few hours, so by the time i got back it was pretty loud on my little car. but it was dull out and gray and comforting, and it was definitely sleep-inducing. i was happy to go back to bed for a while.

i woke up a little after 6, having slept about two hours. i picked up my stuff and headed home, leaving my laptop there because i didn't really need to bring it home. i also put the cupcakes in the fridge.

i got home around 7, and i sat and talked with my momma for a bit. it'd been a few days since i was last home, so i wanted to check in on her to see how she was feeling, plus that's the one place left to sit in the house, and i just missed my momma.

i opened my mail, which included a lego set, a thank you card from gramma, and the order i placed from the northeastern bookstore. i was actually able to read gramma's handwriting, which was nice, because that doesn't usually happen. the lego set is one of the four things i ordered from the lego website on star wars day, because they were having a star wars promo if you spent like $75. so i did. the rest are back ordered so i'm waiting on those still.

i grabbed my switch from my room to download a game which crow and cricket sent me money for as a graduation gift. which was super nice! because i got to play with them too! we spent two hours playing mario party together and it was so fun! i'm so happy they're my friends.

once we were done it was past 10pm, and i still hadn't had dinner. i went downstairs, and it turned out mom hadn't had dinner either, not really. that's like the one thing i don't really enjoy about being home, is having the responsibility of coordinating meals between four or five people when one of them works until 9pm, one doesn't really care, one doesn't contribute, another is judgmental and has dietary restrictions, and the last one is me.

it's frustrating, that's all.

anyway, i ate my soup leftovers. i took out onion as i went, reestablishing my distaste for white onions and reinvigorating my detestation for green onions. i also took out the meatball. it had a bad texture.

but it was still good! it's better fresh, but it was still good.

i grabbed some ice cream and munched on it while watching the baseball game before momma went to bed.

i washed out one of my new cups and filled it for the evening with ice water, and i hung out with chels for a little bit before deciding to head to bed. i packed up my cookie so it's still fresh when i have it and so it's protected from being crunched.

i care about little things. i care a lot.

a few other things.

when i was sleeping in this morning, joel came back into the room twice, once when i was sitting up having taken my meds, probably around 9:40, and once around 10:30 or something, when i had covered myself in blankets as well as blooper and the puppy. he said "did you fall back asleep??" and i slowly popped my head up from behind the stack of squish and said "no." he said "did you take your meds??" "i did take my meds, and i'm sleepy." "how are you still sleepy??? i'm WIRED." "my meds quiet everything else so i can sleep." he shook his head before saying "you're silly" and patting me on the head. he grabbed whatever it was he needed and left again.

i didn't open my computer today, but i tried to fix my gmail nonsense that i've got goin on. i set up forwarding a long time ago but it doesn't forward everything, so i need to open it properly so i can see the shit that doesn't go to my other email account. rip.

speaking of emails, i saw, in my inbox, a message as i was cleaning out the new garbage emails. it was from one of the places i applied to this week. they want to schedule a time to talk about the position. i double checked the posting to see if it was the one i thought it was for, and it is - it's the daytime, full-time shift that i was realistically hoping for. so i'm hoping to talk to them on monday or something. that'd be nice.

that's where i am about now. excited, didn't think i'd get this far, tired. hungry. tummy grumbling. time for sleeping.

[grumpyascianteddybear]

Hello

@seatedsacrifice Here is a second thing, and I hand you the pool noodle of feels.

A hum left her as she got up, the snakes letting her go. Looking back at him there was a humorless chuckle as he now only vaguely resembled Polaris. The features that marked him as a voidsent were clearly present now. All it took was her giving up that last little bit of hope that her husband would be back. It was almost freeing not to have the needle-like pain anymore. 

A hum left her as she got dressed and went to the kitchen. She would need to make breakfast for them. Hadianna made three portions as Ophiuchus still ate with them despite being a voidsent. That was fine. There was plenty of food. It also would keep Aurora from asking why he wasn’t eating; something she had often done when he first arrived six months ago.

“Playground school bell rings again/Rain clouds come to play again/Has no one told you she's not breathing?” Hadianna started to sing as she cooked. A sad song, perhaps, but one that rang true given the current situation. Her mind had tried giving her a ghost to talk to and now that ghost had been dispelled. “Hello I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to/Hello”

As the door opened she glanced up briefly to see her father. Another portion would be needed. She wasn’t about to let him go hungry either. Her movements were methodical with none of the tense shakiness that she had over the last six months. Wonderful! It was so good not to be on the edge of a breakdown all day every day. 

“If I smile and don't believe/Soon I know I'll wake from this dream” It was like waking up from a dream. She had been trying to hold onto something that no longer existed. Now, now things would settle properly. He was a voidsent with which she made a pact, nothing more and nothing less. If there was some attachment then perhaps they could grow close. She was just no longer hoping for it, no longer sitting at the edge of her seat waiting for something that would likely never come. He was a voidsent. They didn’t do emotions. All that mattered was that he had some freedom and aether to munch on. That was all she was, a food source that he did tasks for. “Don't try to fix me I'm not broken/Hello I'm the lie living for you so you can hide/”Don't cry”

Some might have said she was broken for looking at it like this. He was her husband! She shouldn’t give up on hope! But hope had brought her nothing but pain. Shackling her into a mindset that benefited no one, least of all him or herself. All it did was create a rift between them and that was helping nothing. No, better to put hope in a box and toss the key.

“Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping” She hadn’t been sleeping much the last six months. Small naps were taken when he was off somewhere doing whatever voidsent did. At night all she did was stay up and bake her mind too twisted to let her do much else. He enjoyed lounging on her bed and taunting her, and until last night she had refused to give in. Perhaps she should have done that sooner. No, she had not been ready for the epiphany those other times. “Hello I'm still here”

This song was all that would be left. After this, she would not think about the last six months. Though she was sure she would think fondly about her time spent with her husband, he was dead. Perhaps it was time to do one last thing. She would always love this necklace and had kept it on from the moment it was given until now. But if she really wanted this to stick then it was time to let it go. 

She took the food off the stove and fixed everyone's plates. Once that was done she headed back into the bedroom. Hadianna didn’t care if he was awake or not. He would not care whether she wore the necklace or not. He was a voidsent, he was not Polaris. Taking off the necklace she opened the lid of her large jewelry box. The wooden rose, encrusted with moonstone and star rubies was gently placed in the box. Maybe one day she would be able to wear this again. When that would be she did not know. “All that's left of yesterday”

[mj-iza-writer]

Amelia rounded the corner and stood at the entrance to Caretaker's office.

"Sir, may I come in?", she knocked.

Caretaker glanced over to the door looking over the rim of his reading glasses.

"Yes, Amelia come in, I apologize for the mess. This new Whumpee has brought on some new challenges", he looked into the book he was researching in and weakly smiled, "I haven't had much time to tidy up."

"I thought you would like to know Whumpee is cuddled up on the couch resting", Amelia looked around, "if you'd like, I can tidy up for you."

"No-no, you've done enough, you need rest", Caretaker smiled cheerfully, "I can get to it in a little while."

"Caretaker when did you last eat?", Amelia walked to the desk, concern spread over her face.

"Don't ask," Caretaker grinned, "I just ate a granola bar though."

"No you didn't" Amelia smiled and pointed.

"Yes I did", he followed where she pointed and saw his opened granola bar sitting on the desk, "oh oops."

"Sir, I'm going to take a line from your book", she reached for Caretaker's hand, "your body needs time to recuperate, you've pushed and pushed it."

Caretaker smiled, "I know, its just this Whumpee has a lot more, um, trials than you did. You were a hard case don't get me wrong, but your torturer was a by the book torturer. This new case, I'm surprised Whumpee is alive, they need me."

"If you run yourself ragged, there might be a moment when you are needed, and won't be able to help", Amelia frowned, "I can't allow my Caretaker, the person who helped me so much, hurt themselves like that."

Caretaker stood up and went to hug her, "okay Amelia, your right. Thankyou so much for reminding me, I'll get some rest."

"I have dinner prepared for you on the table, please eat, then take a nap", Amelia hugged him tighter, "I'll watch over Whumpee, and if we need you, I'll come get you, how does that sound."

"It's sounds good", Caretaker let out a yawn and stretched, "I guess my body is ready too."

They went to the dining room, Caretaker glanced over to where Whumpee was resting. He walked past the food, right to them.

Amelia crossed her arms, "Caretaker your food."

"Just a second, just want to check", Caretaker glanced back at her, but suddenly stumbled.

Amelia ran to him, "Caretaker."

Caretaker was able to catch himself, "I'm alright, my knee gave out."

"That's it sir, I need you to sit right here", she guided him to a couch.

"Now your sounding like me again", Caretaker laughed.

"I learned from the best", Amelia grabbed the plate full of food, "please eat, you can sit right here and watch me take care of Whumpee, and tell me what needs to be done."

Caretaker grabbed the plate, "okay, okay, this looks really good by the way", he sat back, and started to eat, Amelia even got him his Bourbon.

"I shouldn't, I want it, but they need me to be at a hundred percent", Caretaker sighed, "I will happily take some milk though, if it's not to much trouble."

"Absolutely", Amelia smiled.

Amelia served the milk, and went to work on taking care of Whumpee. She did it in the same way Caretaker took care of her, temperature checks, gentle hands, soothing voices, and they kept up a cool clothe on Whumpee's forehead.

Whumpee whimpered but gave her a gentle smile. "Thankyou", they whispered.

"Your welcome", she whispered back.

"Their temp is fluctuating", Amelia smiled back at Caretaker, "we might see it break tonight if we are lucky."

"That's good", Caretaker smiled, "my, I may be looking at the next caretaker when I am either too old or dead to do this. You're doing such a good job."

"No one can replace you sir", Amelia smiled back at him, "I'm only copying how you take care of me."

Caretaker leaned back in the chair, "I might take you up on that nap, if that ok?"

Amelia took the plate and cup from his lap, "please rest, I'll let you know if we need you."

Caretaker went right out knowing Amelia was there.

Amelia sat on the floor next to Whumpee and talked. She patted their sweaty feverish head and dabbed the cold towel around their forehead. She talked about what had happened to her and how she met Caretaker, and told Whumpee it would be better soon.

"You are in Caretaker's care now", she smiled and looked at the resting Caretaker, memories flooded her mind. "Caretaker and I will be here for you at every step of the way."

[survey--s]

482.

How many friends do you have on Facebook? 153.

What was on the last sandwich you ate? It was just peanut butter.

Have you ever gotten back together with an ex? Yeah, a few times in the past.

What is your favourite Thai dish? I find Thai food too spicy as a rule, but our local Thai place does some really basic stuff like sweet and sour pork with coconut rice which is AMAZING but I’m not sure how authentic it is lol.

How many contacts do you have in your phone? 67.

When was the last time you made out with somebody? I honestly couldn’t tell you lol, I’m not really into making out.

What month of the year was your mother born? She was born in June. So was my dad, in fact.

Do you have any friends that seem to know all the hot gossip? Hahah yeah, Mike is a real gossip. His sister-in-law is a hairdresser and I swear he only goes there to get all the latest gossip.

What TV show(s) have you been watching currently? Lots of stand-up comedy and old re-runs of things like Friends.

How many apps do you have on your phone? I think I’ve got about 10-15 downloaded ones.

What pet names do you use with your significant other? We really don’t use pet names.

Do you have to wear a name badge where you work? No, but I have done in all my previous jobs.

What brand is your toaster, if you have one? It’s just a cheap supermarket brand one that really isn’t very good lol.

Can you hear anything right now? I’m watching an old Jimmy Carr stand-up show on YouTube.

Is there anybody else in the room you’re currently in? Toby cat is curled up by my feet.

What’s the name of the store you usually get your groceries? Tesco.

Does your house have a porch/balcony? No, they’re not really a “thing” here unfortunately, but I would absolutely love one one day, especially if it looked over the sea.

What’s your favourite type of bread? Sourdough, Focaccia, Ciabatta and Scachiata. 

Do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? I don’t have any siblings, but my middle name is the same as my cousins’ first name.

Have there ever been any bushfires/wildfires in your area? Yeah, they’re fairly common in the summer months unfortunately. Too many people have campfires or BBQ’s and don’t know how to put them out properly.

Have you ever taken a ride in an ambulance? No.

When was the last time you took a nap during the day? Uh, maybe a couple of weeks ago. I finish next week for the holidays and I think I’m just exhausted even though I’m getting loads of sleep.

What did you have to eat for dinner last night? Pizza with mozzarella, sundried tomatoes and pesto.

What was the last thing you had to drink? Pepsi Max.

Who was the last message you received from and what did they say? It was from Suzanne saying thank you for the photos and how much they appreciated me :) she’s the owner of one of the dogs I walk and they’re just the SWEETEST family.

What’s your favourite kind of accent? Irish, Scottish or Australian.

Have you ever missed a flight? No, thankfully not.

Have you ever seen a lunar eclipse? Yeah, and a solar eclipse.

Do you know your significant other’s passwords? No. He doesn’t know mine either - I think privacy in a relationship is SO important, honestly.

What’s your favourite type of salad? I’m really not a fan of salad with leaves lol, the texture makes me gag - but Caprese salads are good.

Is your house usually too warm or too cold in the winter? Neither really - it’s fine. We don’t really use the heating much just because it’s expensive, though.

Have you ever been in love with someone much older or younger than you? Define “much”.

Would you rather have someone ask to kiss you, or just kiss you? It depends on the scenario and who the people involved are.

What, if anything, do you substitute for fries? Nothing lol. I can never resist fries.

Have you ever been in a building that was on fire? Yeah, when I was in primary school someone set the kitchen on fire. Obviously not on purpose lol.

Would you change your partner’s hair color if you could? Nah.

Have you ever written a poem for someone? Nope.

Have you been best friends with someone of a different race? Yeah, one of my best friends in school was from Hong Kong. Her name was Jolanda and she used to come to my house at weekends for my mum’s seafood curry lol. It’s weird, we were so close but then we lost touch. According to Facebook she’s married with three kids now.

Who’s the last person who cussed you out in anger? I have no idea.

Have you friended your parents on FB? Yeah, I’m friends with both of them on there.

What’s the last tourist area you visited? Ambleside in the Lake District.

Have you ever been in a submarine? Nope - it sounds incredibly claustrophobic.

Is there anyone whose grave you visit? No.

Did your mother change her maiden name when/if she got married? No, it was changed when she got adopted and then again when she married my dad.

Do you use TikTok? No.

What decorations do you have in your bathroom? None. Our bathroom is tiny - we don’t have enough space for decorations lol.

Do you like Seinfeld? No. I tried to get into it several times but I never found it very funny.

What year was your favourite band formed? 1960.

What’s your least favourite pizza topping? Anything spicy.

What percentage battery is your phone on right now? 31 percent.

Have you ever smoked a cigarette? Did you like it? I have done, yeah. I enjoyed it at the time.

Are you closer to your mother or father? My mum, for sure.

Have you ever sent a postcard? Where from? Yeah, from all over the world. I used to send them all the time when I was younger as there wasn’t the option to share stuff on social media.

Do you know anyone who speaks Spanish as a first language? Not to my knowledge.

Who was the last person you kissed? Mike.

Do you have a Bachelor’s degree? If so, what in? I do - in French, History and Politics.

Do loud noises bother you? Yeah.

Do you rent or own the place you live? We own our home.

Have you ever made yourself as a Sim? Sure, isn’t that what everyone does when they play the Sims?

What brand is your phone? iPhone.

Have you ever had a friend named Mary? Yeah, she was a twin.

What does the name “Ada” make you think of? Old-fashioned TV shows.

Have you ever ridden in a horse-drawn carriage? I have done - when we used to visit here in the holidays they used to have a horse-drawn carriage that took you down to the lakeside - the horses were called Sally and Ben lol. I also went in one in the snow in Lake Louise.

Did you ever sneak out of your house when you were younger? Nope.

What is your best friend’s name? Michael.

Is anyone in your family an author or poet? No,

Have you ever dated a guy with a girl’s name? Hmm, no, not that I can think of.

Would you rather be named Fanny or Faye? Faye. I mean, in the UK, fanny means vagina LOL.

Do you have a godmother? No.

Are you someone’s godmother? No.

When was the last time you wrote a poem? Uh, years ago in school probably.

Do you believe that it’s possible for someone to be resurrected from the dead? Save for experiences where the heart has been inactive for only a short period of time and it was able to be jolted back into activity, no. <--- this.

What color hair does your current crush (or boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, whatever) have? Brown but he’s already going grey.

What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you in a theater? Nothing comes to mind.

Have you ever had someone copy you or steal your ideas for something? Yeah, my business ideas/posts on social media.

Have you ever dated someone behind your parents’ back? Nope.