#i get them fairly regularly (not as much as I used to after switching to contacts; but still often enough)

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hard mode activated: trying to make myself eat when I feel nauseus with a migraine. Reason: I haven't eaten yet bc it's one of my usual "migraines after I wake up and catch up on sleep when it's both shady and sunny outside" types and I still need to eat something bc sometimes it helps me feel better too (while feeling worse at the same time)

it's a lose lose situation, but alas

#blabbering #i usually get migraines after waking up the next day after a work shift when it's a day off #idk my body hates it when i don't get enough sleep or when I get more than that when catching up #i get them fairly regularly (not as much as I used to after switching to contacts; but still often enough) #it's not as bad as my usual ones thankfully #but it still sucks ass and I hate how this feels #I'm mostly just complaining to make myself feel better lakjdfl #its' the dormant looming type that settles on the left side of my head and is just like; a silent threat #but also it still throbs when i move too much and i'm sensitive to light and all that #it's super annoying #it hasn't hit me 100% but most of the time I can prevent that; but even then just the partial looming dormant stage of it is enough - #- to drain me and make me feel like heck #hopefully i am still combating it early enough to salvage the rest of my day

[sasukeuchihaisreallycool]

Testosterone Things No One Told Me About

Disclaimer: these are not universal experiences. Everyone has different bodily changes that happen at different paces and different amounts. These are just the things I've experienced so far

Hi I'm an FTM trans man I've been doing HTR for about 5 years now so I thought I'd impart some fun facts about it I've learned.

1. Male patterned balding. I am 24 and my hair is thinning at quite a rapid pace. It was very thick when I first started and at this point I'm probably gonna be bald on the top of my head by the time I'm 30. I have a great beard though so that's cool.

2. HORNY. Testosterone increases your sex drive, you will most likely be uncomfortably horny all the time for the first half a year if not more. 24 hours after I do my shot I also feel an increased sex drive as well and I'm asexual so that was shocking to me in the beginning.

3. Puberty #2 Electric Boogaloo. You will basically be going through a second puberty when you start and your body gets used to the changes. I'm talking acne, oily skin, greasy hair, sweating, body odor, the whole nine yards. I felt like shit about myself and wondered if I made a mistake for a long time while I was going through this first stretch, it'll be okay just relax it'll pass in time. I feel great now.

4. Weight Gain. Your body is redistributing fat to different areas, I gained about 20-30 pounds. I eat fairly healthy and I exercise regularly and it still happened so don't worry that's normal.

5. Voice Change. You will sound like a 14 year old boy and your voice will crack a lot. I am a singer so this was a very difficult thing for me to deal with. This also made me feel like shit and depressed because I sang horribly during that time period, it'll pass and you can learn to sing in a lower key don't give up you can retrain yourself!

6. Anger. I started getting a lot angrier and irritated more easily, I still do at times. Again 24 hours after my shot it's not uncommon for me to be more easily frustrated and get pissed off at stupid things. This does not make you a bad person or an "evil violent man" You can deal with these new feelings in constructive healthy non violent ways. I've never been a particularly angry person so this was frightening to me at first and I felt guilty for having those feelings.

7. Shots. I do the injection into my tummy fat method, I started doing it in the thigh and then switched. I do self inject, I used to be TERRIFIED of shots, I still get some anxiety over it at times. It took me a long time and many visits to Planned Parenthood to be able to do it myself. It can be done with persistence and bravery! If it helps here's my plan of action I did to overcome my fear:

Step 1. Watch YouTube videos of people injecting themselves so start desensitizing yourself to it.

Step 2. Go to the doctor, have them do it, but watch when they do.

Step 3. Have the doctor do it, but put your hand on theirs while they are.

Step 4. Have the doctor do it but put your hand on theirs and push the plunger in yourself.

Step 5. Hold the needle yourself this time and have the doctor put their hand over yours to help you push the needle into your skin. This step is the hardest step.

Step 6. Go to the doctor and have them stand by to assist you while you attempt to do it on your own. So in case you can't get yourself to do it they're there to help/do it for you.

This is what worked for me, there's non-injection methods as well people do so don't fret if you're not up for that. Take as much time as you need on these steps before moving on to the next one. There's no rush you'll get it when you get it.

8. Male Privilege. If you pass very well as I do strangers will start thinking you're a cis male which is great, but you will also start being treated differently in public. This can be a good thing and a bad thing. I've ended up becoming the one my female friends would ask to walk them home at night because they wanted a man with them to deter predators from approaching them. And vice versa I've also become aware that I now can make women uncomfortable when I'm walking behind them at night as well. Once again this does not make you an "Evil Man" just be aware of the people around you. Use your newfound privilege to your advantage and stick up for your female/nonbinary/non passing friends :)

9. Body Hair. You get a lot more body hair. I was always a hairy person, I had no idea how much more I'd get but it was a lot. Your butt, back, and chest are gonna get hairy. It's very annoying especially if you're someone who enjoys being shaved.

10. Personal Smell. This is a weird one, but your smell changes. It's not a bad smell you just... Smell like a man now. I thought I stank or something cause like I said puberty 2 was rough but no matter how many showers you take the man smell does not go away. You get used to it I don't even notice now, no one ever did notice except for me to begin with.

I hope this was helpful, I'll add more if I think of anything. Enjoy your transition it's got it's pros and cons, but it's worth it and you're not making a mistake I promise.

#ftm #transgender #htr #trans #trans problems #trans pride #testosterone

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A Fervid Fixation Chapter 7: Smolder

Series: A Fervid Fixation

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Drake

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: Language

Word Count: 4,304

My other stuff: Master List.

“Fuck that was insane!” Riley laughed as she peered out the front window of the plane. She’d never sat in the cockpit before, but life with Drake was proving to be one adventure after the other.

“I’m just so fucking grateful you didn’t fall for his bullshit!” Drake let out a sigh of relief as Cordonia faded behind them.

Riley regarded him thoughtfully as she pondered rather or not to tell him that she still wasn’t one hundred percent sure about his innocence. She was fairly certain they had both been lying about parts of it.

She just preferred his lies to Liam’s.

She decided to change the subject instead, “Remember when you asked me if Liam had proposed on coronation night if I would have said yes?”

“I remember…”

“I would have said yes.”

His eyes slide sideways to take her in before returning to the instrument panel, “Why are you telling me this right now?”

“I would have said yes, and I would have married him. But only so I could have stayed in Cordonia, near you!”

He missed the switch he had been about to toggle as his eyes darted to her and had to make a second run at it, “What?”

“I didn’t understand why you were acting the way you were toward me, but I wasn’t giving up.”

“Not giving up? Riley, you acted like you hated me half of the time!”

“Look who’s talking,” she said wryly.

A short laugh broke out of him, “Okay, point taken!”

“But despite everything, here we are.” She reached across to rub his shoulder.

“Here we are,” he agreed.

“You’ve proven that you’ll never give up on me and I want you to know that I’ll never give up on you, either. We’re a team now!”

“Wait!” Drake’s head snapped toward her, “are we…are we talking about a relationship now? All I had to do was hijack an airplane and fight a battalion of King’s Guards to get you to discuss the future with me?”

“Hahaha,” she moved her hand back to her own lap, “But yes. I needed to know that you weren’t going to ice me out again before I let myself fully trust you. I think you’ve just proven your commitment to this relationship.”

Despite the fact that he had just committed felony theft of government property and possibly treason, Drake felt his heart soar and he convinced himself that everything was going to work out. “You just said we’re in a relationship.”

“Shut up and fly the plane, Walker.”

“Don’t change the subject! We’re a couple now! You have to start slipping love notes into my lunch bag or something.”

“Absolutely not!”

“Why not? Isn’t that a thing that couples do?”

“It’s not a thing that I do! Have you ever known anyone that actually did shit like that?”

“My mom used to do it.”

“Give you love notes in your lunch bag?”

“No, not me. But my dad worked late a lot, so we had dinner without him pretty regularly. My mom always saved him a plate and if we were going to bed before he was going to be home, she’d wrap the plate in saran wrap and leave a note under it for him.”

“Ah, that’s sweet.”

“Yeah, it was kind of a joke between them. She was really bad at other forms of communication. Never answered the phone, didn’t respond to letters-“

“Probably because she was busy with you and your sister. I bet you were a real hellion.”

“You make a solid point. My point is that even though she didn’t do any of that other stuff, she always left that note under his plate when he was late.”

“Sounds like she loved him very much.”

“She did,” he agreed, “You wouldn’t do that for me?”

“No.”

“No?” he cried in mock indignation.

“Okay,” she laughed, “I’ll make a deal with you. If I’m ever preparing a meal for you that we’re not going to eat together, which by the way, is never going to happen because I don’t like to cook. Why the hell would I cook if we’re not even going to eat it together? If you have to work late, take out is a thing that exists. But if I did….then okay, I’ll leave you a damn note. Happy?”

“You make me happy,” He told her, “Note or no note.”

“Good! Because if you want love notes in your lunch, you have to start changing my oil and shit, right? Isn’t that a thing that couples do?”

“Do you have a car?”

“No, but that’s not the point. I want to know that if I had a car, you would change the oil for me!”

“Tell you what. I’ll buy you a car and then I’ll change the oil in it. How’s that?”

They continued their discussion about what people in relationships were supposed to do until they were circling an abandoned airstrip in Auvernall a scant forty-five minutes later. “We’re going to land here, off everyone’s radar. I have a friend who left a jeep nearby that we’ll use for transportation. I’ll keep in touch with my contacts back in Cordonia and if the airport isn’t safe, we’ll cross the border into Greece by train or on foot.”

“Sounds like you’ve thought this all through.”

His jaw clenched, “Yes, but not because I was planning to have to get you out of the country all along as Liam implied. I’ve always had an escape plan just in case.”

“Have things with Liam been that bad?”

He shook his head, “Never. We’ve always been close. But as I said, I’ve seen what happens to others who cross him and it’s always wise to have an exit strategy, even if you never need it.”

“Okay then.”

He put the plane down on the runway and brought it to a stop just outside the empty terminal. He glanced at his watch, “It’s almost nine p.m. local time, late enough for the darkness to give us some cover, early enough that it’s not suspicious to be out on the roads.”

Riley gazed at the distance between the plane and the runway, “How are we getting out?”

“Gravity,” he smirked at her.

“What about our luggage?” she asked as he opened the door.

“We’ll toss it down,” he told her since there was no landing ramp, “Then I’ll jump down after it, then you’ll jump, and I’ll catch you!”

The suitcases went first, followed by Drake. He landed on his feet, made a visual sweep of the area then looked back up and held his arms out, “Okay, it’s your turn!”

She took a deep breath and then leapt out of the plane, completely trusting in his ability to catch her.

She thudded into his arms, knocking him back, but he kept his feet under him as he caught her then lowered her to the ground, “Told you I’d catch you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

He let himself get distracted by that kiss. He should have heard them sooner, but he was lost in the sweet ocean of bliss that was Riley Brooks.

The sound of boots on pavement penetrated his consciousness and he pulled his head away while tugging her body closer to him as he assessed the danger.

Auvernese soldiers melted out of the night and descended upon them, pulling them apart.

They reached for each other but to no avail.

Riley was pulled out of Drake’s grasp as she twisted her body around, trying to keep him in her sight.

“Riley! Riley!” He broke free and scrambled toward her, making it only a few feet before he was intercepted and wrestled to the ground. They zip-tied his hands behind his back as he struggled to get back up. A rifle butt struck him in the back of his head. Riley screaming his name was the last thing he heard before waking up in a jail cell.

“But….we don’t have an extradition treaty with Auvernall,” Drake sat in an eight by eight cell holding his aching head in his hands.

“We do now,” Liam said cooly as he adjusted his cufflinks without a care in the world. As if he hadn’t just imprisoned his lifelong best friend in a jail cell.

“How?” Auvernall and Cordonia had been trying unsuccessfully to come to terms for years.

“I signed a betrothal agreement with Auvernall. My firstborn child will marry one of the Achilles twins.”

“You don’t have a firstborn child!”

“Not yet,” Liam gave him a victorious grin, “But I’m confident Riley can help me with that.”

“No!” Drake yelled as Liam turned and exited the cellblock, “No!”

“Riley, come on love. Please. You have to eat something!” Liam pleaded. He was perplexed by her behavior. It had been two weeks and she was still being truculent and unreasonable.

“I don’t want anything to eat, Liam,” she glared at him from her seat by the window, her food untouched on the small table across the room, “and I want out of this fucking place!”

“The palace?” he asked in surprise, “is something not to your liking? I can have the kitchen make whatever you want. Or is it the room? Would you like a bigger one? Just tell me what you need!”

“It may be a palace, but it’s a fucking prison for me, isn’t it?”

“Of course not!”

“So, I can leave? Call a car around and go to the airport right now?”

“Riley, it’s not safe yet! I’m still investigating-“

“Right.” She turned away from him to stare out across the palace grounds.

Liam sat down behind her, his hand brushing the hair from her neck, “Please tell me what I can do to make you happy.”

“I want to see Drake.”

Liam sighed, “Why, Riley? What purpose would it serve?”

“I need to make sure he’s all right!”

“He’s fine,” Liam dropped his hands away from her body and stood up, “You still believe in his innocence?”

“Yes.”

“I have something to show you.”

Liam knocked softly on Riley’s door. It was late and he hoped he wasn’t waking her.

“Come in,” she called.

It had been a month since her little escapade with Drake and he was sure she was starting to come around. “Have you given any more thought to my proposal?”

“I have,” Riley sat at her dressing table, brushing her hair.

“And?”

He had broken his engagement with Madeleine. Tariq had publicly cleared her name. His father was dead, and all his objections to this union with him. All the obstacles between them had been removed.

All but one.

She laid the brush carefully on the table in front of her and turned to face him, “I want to say yes, Liam, but I have conditions.”

“Name them!” He bent down and grasped her hands in his, bringing them to his mouth to drop kisses along the backs of them.

“I want to see Drake-“

Liam dropped her hands and jolted back, “Why? I thought we had put this to rest! He-“

Riley stood up and placed her hands on his shoulders, “If you’ll listen!”

“Okay….”

“I want to tell him about the engagement personally.”

Liam watched her face, looking for traces of deception. He was hesitant to grant her request but eager to put a ring on her finger. “If you go, I’m coming with you!”

“That’s fine,” she replied serenely as she retook her seat and picked up the hairbrush, “Set it up. Once the visit is accomplished, we can make an official announcement to the world.”

“I’ll arrange a visit for tomorrow morning!” He promised.

“Thank you,” she resumed brushing her hair, “Please close the door on your way out.”

“Hey! Wake up!” The guard banged on the bars of his cell.

Drake lifted his head and looked around, “Riley!” He was on his feet in an instant.

She smiled at him, and he was sure he was dreaming. She was even more beautiful than he remembered and for a moment he forgot to breathe.

Then Liam stepped up next to her and his heart plummeted. But what had he expected? Liam was never going to let her wander down to the cells alone.

He was lucky he hadn’t been summarily convicted and executed and he knew it. Liam had probably been too busy working overtime to sway Riley back to his side to fast-track his murder trial.

“What do you want?” He stepped away from the bars, pretending that the sight of her didn’t set his heart on fire.

“We’re here to inform you of our engagement,” Liam wrapped an arm around Riley and pulled her closer to his body.

Drake’s eyes were guarded as they flicked from one to the other, “So?”

“So, I’ve shown her the security footage from the airport office. She knows what you did.”

“Videos can be faked,” Drake said with a shrug. His eyes locked on Riley’s, “and Liam has access to the best cyber experts. It’s called a deep fake, look it up.”

“She’s not buying your lies anymore. Right, love?”

Riley finally spoke, “Drake, do you remember in the plane I told you that if Liam had proposed to me at the coronation, I would have said yes?”

His eyes dropped to the floor in defeat, “I remember.”

“Do you remember everything I said after that?”

His head snapped up and his eyes locked on hers again, hope that he didn’t dare show surging through him, “Yes.”

She smiled at him again and his heart nearly exploded. Her voice betrayed no emotion as she said, “Then you understand.”

“Come on love, let’s go.” Liam guided her away from the cell.

She glanced back one last time, “And Drake?”

“Yes?”

“I’ll see about getting you some correspondence in here. I remember you saying how much you liked your mother’s notes.”

“Thank you, Your Grace. I’ll be looking for them.”

“Turn it off!” The prisoner yelled as he hurled the book he’d been reading across the room to smack into the TV screen.

The guard on duty glanced up at the screen where the king was announcing his engagement, “It’s just a press conference. What’s your problem?”

“His problem is he’s the psycho who kidnapped her and tried to smuggle her out of the country!” the second guard answered, “why do you think he’s in here?”

“I heard he murdered one of you!” one of the other prisoners in the dayroom interjected with a maniacal laugh.

“Shut your pie hole, Trotter!” The first guard admonished, “Or you’ll go back to your cell!”

“Okay, fine!” Trotter threw his hands up in the air, “I was just saying. He also beat the crap out of that duke over her!” He jabbed his finger in the air toward the flat screen hanging on the wall.

“I know that guy claimed he was totally at fault,” the second guard said, “Unwanted advance or whatever, but I heard he was coerced by the king to lie.”

“Why would the king do that?” the first guard asked.

“Have you seen her?” the second guard leered, “And I heard she’s a real wildcat in the sack!”

Drake launched himself at the guard, tackling him to the ground before he had a chance to react. All the rage he had been unable to unleash since finding himself locked up combined with the helplessness he’d felt watching her with Liam during their visit the day before boiled over as he attacked the guard with ruthless vigor.

“Shit!” the first guard yelled as he fumbled with his walkie-talkie to summon backup before attempting to pull the prisoner off his compatriot. Something he wasn’t able to accomplish until backup arrived.

“Goddamn it, Walker!” the first guard panted as he finally got the cuffs on him, “What the fuck was that?”

“Don’t fucking talk about her like that!”

“Okay, okay,” the guard chuckled as he pulled the prisoner to his feet, “you must have a burning desire to see the inside of solitary confinement. Let’s go!”

Drake smiled back at the guard that was being helped to his feet. He’d spend a day or two in solitary for the assault but he didn’t care. It had been worth it.

“What are you up to today, my love?” Liam greeted her with a kiss before sitting down to breakfast.

“Exploring the palace!” she replied enthusiastically.

“Really?” he was pleased with the turn her disposition had taken. She was happy again. The spring was back in her step and the sparkle was back in her eyes. She was once again the girl he had fallen in love with.

She was finally over Drake; he was sure of it.

“Are you sure? I could have the driver take you into town if you wanted.”

“No thank you,” she smiled at him, “I discovered a second library yesterday! It’s a little dusty, but there are hardcover first editions in there of some of my favorite authors!”

Liam smiled as she prattled on about books. Offering to let her go into town had been a test and she had passed. She no longer wished to leave the palace. Drake had failed to poison her against him.

After breakfast, Liam headed to his office while Riley spent a few hours in the small forgotten library in the east wing, pouring over old palace blueprints. There were so many secret passageways. She wondered if Liam was aware of them all.

Just before lunch, she wandered into the kitchen. Plucking a grape from a bowl of fruit on a marble countertop, she sauntered over to where an attractive younger woman was preparing food.

“Hey, Siobhan,” Riley greeted her.

“Hello, Your Grace,” Siobhan blushed at the attention.

“I told you, call me Riley!”

“Yes, Your-Riley.” Siobhan’s flush deepened from pink to crimson under the queen in waiting’s gaze.

“Working on lunch for the prisoners again?”

“Yes, but you don’t have to-“

“Nonsense! I have nothing better to do and I enjoy food preparation. It reminds me of summers with my grandmother,” Riley told her as she started measuring out the pasta into containers, checking the names on the trays against any food allergies as Siobhan had taught her on one of her previous visits.

“Okay, then, I do enjoy the company,” the younger woman gave Riley a shy smile as she turned to stir the sauce.

The two women chatted amicably as they worked. The rest of the kitchen staff had grown accustomed to the queen in waiting’s presence during the hour before lunch was served and they no longer paid any attention to it, focusing on their own work instead.

Siobhan sighed as she watched Riley slip discreetly out a side entrance. She quite enjoyed her company and was still a bit astounded that someone in her position would hang around to help with food preparation. Especially for prisoners.

Of course, she never stayed long. She was always gone before the guard came to collect the food trays.

“Hey, Bruno,” Riley looked up from the book she’d been reading when the older guard popped in to check on her.

The closer it crept to the wedding, the more cautious Liam became with her safety. That’s how it was worded to the guards anyway.

“Yes, Your Grace?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Do you know a Lt. Jason Toussaint?”

“The guy in cyber security? I don’t really know him. Why?”

“No reason,” she kept her voice neutral as she dropped her eyes back to the pages of her book.

Jason Toussaint was alone in his room when a sealed envelope slid under his door. He opened the door and looked up and down the hallway but whoever had left it was gone.

He closed the door and opened the envelope.

“Meet me in the hedge maze at midnight.”

“So, you do exist,” she greeted the blonde soldier that stood in front of her.

“I exist.” He eyed her suspiciously. She was the reason his friend was sitting in a jail cell.

“How far are you willing to go to help Drake? Because I have an idea…”

“I’m listening…”

A sealed envelope was slipped under her door at the prearranged time. Liam was tied up in meetings all day.

She was alone but she locked herself in her bathroom as a precaution as she rifled through the contents.

In her hands was proof that Constantine was in fact behind the setup and Liam knew. Emails, payoffs, and orders to redact statements and seal documents.

She couldn’t use any of it. She couldn’t expose Jason, who had only held onto his job after she had spoken his name to Liam because he had not done anything other than answer a superior officer’s questions about his employment status.

Not that any of it mattered. So, what if the previous king had set her up? He was dead and the scandal had been resolved in her favor. No one would care and Liam was above the law even if he had broken one, which he hadn’t.

She couldn’t get caught with it either. That would derail everything.

She had just wanted to be sure.

She peeked out to make sure no one was in her room before making her way to the fireplace and tossing the contents into the flames.

“Liam, are all these guards really necessary?”

“Yes, my love. They’re here to protect you.”

“From what?”

“Anything. Everything! I have enemies. Being a public figure puts you automatically at risk. There are crazy people in the world, Riley. You should know that. You’ve already been kidnapped once.”

“Indeed, I have…” she mused as she looked at him, “When you put it that way, I’m not sure I feel safe even in the palace!”

“That’s what the guards are for.”

“I’d feel better if I had something to protect myself with…just in case.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know…pepper spray, a stun gun, something!”

“All right,” he acquiesced, “if it will make you feel better, I’ll get you a stun gun and Mara can teach you some self-defense moves if you’d like.”

She rewarded him with a brilliant smile, “Yes, I’d like that very much. Thank you!”

“Hey, I haven’t seen you before. Where’s Fred?” the guard called to the unfamiliar janitor waiting to be buzzed in to clean the dayroom.

“He called in sick,” the man replied, “They sent me to fill in.”

The guard eyed him up and down. He had on the coveralls of the janitorial staff and the proper ID badge hanging from his pocket. His eyes took in the name and photo then went back to the man’s face. Everything checked out. “All right. Go on in. But be quick!”

“Yes, sir!” The janitor shook his head vigorously to indicate understanding.

“What the fuck is this?” the guard manning the security feed asked as he thumped the panel.

“What is what?”

“The feed just flickered off and back on.”

The guard that had buzzed the janitor in peered at the screen. The guy was mopping the floor. He decided to go check on him just in case.

He opened the door and scanned the room.

The janitor looked up, “Everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine. Just hurry up! You’ve got ten minutes! You have to be out of here before we bring the prisoners in for their TV time.”

“Okay, boss!”

Ten minutes later he had completed his task and was standing next to the guard station as the prisoners were escorted, single file, into the day room.

The guards buzzed him through the door. He glanced back over his shoulder just before it closed behind him.

Drake looked up at the sound of the door buzzing just in time to see a man step through and glance back. His eyes locked on Jason Toussaint dressed as a janitor for a brief instant before the guard shoved him through the dayroom door.

The notes had started arriving taped to the bottom of his plate. They were small scraps of paper, with short messages. The first one had simply said, “Not safe to respond. Working on a plan.”

Subsequent notes ranged from “I love you” to “keep your head up” and then pieces of a plan began to arrive, one scrap of paper at a time. Until one day a keycard showed up with a note that simply read, “tonight.”

“Have you enjoyed your visit, Lady Hana?”

“Yes, Your Majesty, I have! It’s been so good catching up with you and Riley both!” Hana threw her arms around Liam and hugged him.

He chuckled as he hugged her back, “Are you sure you can’t stay a little longer?”

“As much as I’d love that, my mother’s birthday is next week and I have to get home and oversee the party preparations. But I’ll be back for the wedding!”

“Very well. You know you’re welcome here anytime.” It wasn’t that he had an overriding fondness for his former suitor, it was more that she made his fiancée happy, and keeping Riley happy was crucial to getting her down the aisle.

Once the marriage was accomplished, he would be able to relax. She was going to love the private island he’d picked for their honeymoon and with any luck, she’d come back pregnant.

She had been keeping him at arm’s length citing traditional American wedding customs, apparently, abstinence in the weeks before the wedding made the wedding night itself more intense and promoted marital bonding or something.

He was getting impatient. If not for Cordonian customs and council requirements, he would have dispensed with all the pageantry and eloped with her.  

The wedding was two weeks away.

Everything was going to be fine.

#fervid fixation #trr au #drake walker #riley brooks #drake x riley #drake x mc #trr drake #trr au fanfic #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week

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@fearedelight asked: "We're in completely different leagues." // coughs and casually gets the ball rolling for what we've been talking about-- Blitz for Stolas 👀

200 random dialogue prompts // accepting

It had been a little while, since he and Blitzy had struck up their little deal, and it seemed to be going well for both of them. Blitzy and his employees got access to the human realm, and he got to have Blitzy all to himself one night a month, something that he very much looked forward to.

There was still so much he didn't know, so much he hadn't experienced, and Bitzy didn't seem to mind trying out all sorts of different things with him. He had so much more experience, after all; Stolas had only been with Stella enough to produce their daughter, and now Blitzy.

Being with Blitz was so much different than anything with Stella had been. That had been cold, calculated, a duty. Neither of them had wanted to do it, and as soon as Via was hatched safely, that had been it. He'd tried to be a good husband, but Stella wanted equally as little to do with him, and he was actually quite relieved.

But then Blitz had come crashing back into his life, the first friend he'd ever had, the first person who had shown interest in him….or so he'd thought. Until his father had mentioned in passing that he'd paid for Blitzo (as he was called then) to spend the afternoon with him, since it was his birthday.

Still, that birthday had been one of his favourite days; he had thought about it and the imp he'd shared it with quite a few times over the years, even though he knew he would likely never see him again.

Then he'd shown up at Stella's "Still Not Divorced" party, and Stolas had thrown caution to the wind (thanks to a little assistance from the alcohol in his system, as well) and flirted with someone he was actually attracted to for the first time. He'd been more than a little flustered when Blitz had reciprocated, taking charge of the situation and chasing him all the way over to the bed. Stolas had tried to match that energy, being as forward and aggressive as he dared.

The moment Blitz bit him had really been what flipped a switch inside Stolas. Blitz had awakened something in him that he hadn't fully realized had existed, shown him that he could feel something for someone else, in that way.

And after Stolas had figured out that Blitz had been the one who had stolen his grimoire, well, it was an easy choice. He wanted to see the imp again, wanted to feel good again, and what better way than to arrange a deal between them? That was how things worked; he would let Blitz and his company use his grimoire, and Blitz would spend time with him in return.

It was only after they'd started meeting fairly regularly, and Stolas interacted more with both Moxxie and Millie that he began to see how different their relationship was. There wasn't any sort of …. transaction between them; they just spent time together because they wanted to.

But he and Blitz were doing that too, weren't they? Yes, they did still have a deal with the grimoire, but it wasn't just that, was it? Blitz certainly seemed to enjoy himself when he was with Stolas, and the prince absolutely did.

So that night, once they'd both thoroughly enjoyed themselves, Stolas had tried to get Blitz to stay. There was no need for him to drive home in the middle of the night when he could just…..stay here. That was the sort of thing one did when they were together, wasn't it?

But it seemed like Blitz had something else on his mind.

"We're in completely different leagues," Blitz told him, his back to Stolas as he moved to get his clothes.

Stolas blinked, quickly moving to sit up himself, the sheet pooling around his waist. Had he said something wrong? All he'd done was ask Blitz to stay…, which seemingly hadn't been the right thing to do.

"I know there's a difference in our positions, but why should that matter?" he asked. It didn't matter to him…; did it matter to Blitz?

#fearedelight #fearedelight : blitz #ᯓ★ stolas : answered #ᯓ★ stolas : ic #ᯓ★ stolas / blitz (fearedelight) : the stardust that makes him is the same stardust that makes me #[oops I got a little carried away] #[and a teeny tiny godmody so definitely lemme know if that isn't okay!] #long post cw

[quill-n]

Here it is, y'all!! the ✨lore post✨ for my living doll au :]

CW// discussion of murder, implications of violent acts, implications of body horror/dismemberment, mild grief/themes of loss, very minor suggestive themes?

Er, it's more of a plot post actually? The storyline~

(super long post, I'm sorry lol)

EdgeJeanist centric + some background EraserMic family, rooftop trio, and Mt. Kamui + also Rumi and Keigo being annoying (affectionate) ✨

edit: (whispers) Please check out my animatic for this au if you haven't seen it yet, I worked so hard on it ty <3

Ok, so it starts out with Tsunagu.

[Current time frame is roughly adjacent to the Victorian Era, but it's more of a fantasy-ish world not exactly rl]

He's a tailor who enjoys his craft very much 🧵🪡 But he gets *ahem* ✨hate crimed✨ (murdered) (also hate crimed though. it was a hate crime.) (his corpse was left to rot.)

Fortunately for him, a benevolent spirit passing through the living realm discovered him. Pitying the poor soul whose life was unjustly cut short, he gifted Tsunagu a chance at another life—along with some spooky cool new spirit realm abilities and a brand new look ✨

Back in the living world, in comes Shinya—who was familiar with (and lowkey crushing on) Tsunagu at the time.

He's the first to notice that his favorite tailor is missing, so of course he starts searching. That ends up getting him killed as well, though. (Can't let there be any witnesses, right?)

HOWEVER Tsunagu finds him and uses his newly gifted abilities to (literally) stitch him back together—like a doll :)

Shinya wakes up in the spirit realm, undead and wrapped up in one of Tsunagu's scarves <3

("A gift. To celebrate the start of our newfound afterlives," Tsunagu had said when he asked about it)

In honor of the spirit's kindness, they vowed to use Tsunagu's gift to rescue lost souls who were similarly fucked over in their lives ✨

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Over the years, their relationship solidifies—it doesn't progress (romantically (yet)) or anything, but they're close.

(edit: actually, I've decided that they're fuck buddies. it makes more sense for the plot in my head, I think. I'm also a sucker for fuck buddies to lovers. and now this is a fuck buddies to lovers story.)

They live in a mansion in the spirit realm, fulfilling their vow and offering second chances to those whose first chance was ripped away from them. Tsunagu is the head of the house, making sure everything is in order (and lovingly referred to as The Seamstress by the dolls); Shinya is his closest friend and confidant.

Most of the dolls leave after they're revived to explore the spirit realm and find their own path, but some of the dolls choose to stay. Of which include Rumi: a victim of a brutal serial killing, Keigo: who was wrongfully hanged for a crime he did not commit, and Shinso: an unfortunate casualty from a violent accident.

(Shinya stays too, of course.)

✧

Ok, we're switching focus for a sec and also fast forwarding

Closer to modern day, we have Aizawa, who runs an orphanage with Nemuri, and Bakugo, who was recently orphaned.

Bakugo is (as anyone would be) distraught and unstable with his grief over losing his parents. He decides to try reaching out to the spirit realm to at least talk to them one last time, but it backfires as he encounters a demonic spirit and it attacks him.

Aizawa hears the commotion and rushes over to find Bakugo only half alive and critically injured with a curse on his soul. The effects of the attack are far beyond what human doctors would be able to mend.

Luckily, Aizawa has his own connections to the spirit realm (via a guardian spirit named Hizashi who visits him regularly).

He remembers Hizashi telling him about a certain spidery spirit who might be able to help, and he rushes to bring Bakugo to the spirit realm (leaving Nemuri in charge). The ritual costs him an eye and the spirit realm is dangerous for living humans, but it's a price he willingly pays.

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Back to the mansion

It's a fairly normal day for everyone, taking care of household chores, tending the garden and whatnot—until a living human comes desperately knocking at the front door.

Everyone freaks out for a moment because this is unheard of. Despite that, Tsunagu welcomes Aizawa in and rushes Bakugo to the infirmary with no hesitation.

Tsunagu just manages to get Bakugo stable. However, he can't fix everything and the curse still remains, slowly but surely draining away at Bakugo's life. He's stable for now, though. Now, they just need to figure out how to save him for good.

Tsunagu also patches Aizawa's eye up, and they speak for a moment, discussing what happened and what they can possibly do. But with no clear answer, they decide that Aizawa would stay in the ✨Doll House✨ with Bakugo until they can find a cure.

(On a lighter note, I'm imagining a scene where they bring Aizawa to the dining hall so he can get something to eat, but since none of the dolls nor Tsunagu need to eat anymore, their kitchen is pretty much empty (save for some moldy bread and questionable canned meat lol). So Rumi and Keigo go on a silly little side quest to obtain some Edible™ food for their guest.)

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Anyways.

Have I mentioned that Shinya is down bad for Tsunagu? Has been for the past two centuries? Because he is, and Rumi and Keigo know it. Tsunagu knows it too (and also knows that the feelings are reciprocated, but neither of them have made a move).

Problem is that because of the whole "holy shit you saved me and brought me back to life (literally)" thing, Shinya wholeheartedly believes that Tsunagu is. totally out of his league.

And that only hits harder when Tsunagu starts spending more time with Aizawa. Nothing more than working with Bakugo, but time spent nonetheless. It makes Shinya anxious and just a tad bit jealous.

Why wouldn't a living person who, despite being in a damn near hopeless situation, risked everything to try and save someone.. be more attractive than... a servant with a life debt..?

He tries not to worry about it because no, that's stupid, there's no reason to be jealous—

But then Tsunagu gives Aizawa a scarf. One of his hand-made scarves, of which the only other person who owned one (other than Tsunagu himself, of course) was Shinya.

It unsettles him a little bit. (It shouldn't, he tells himself, but it does.)

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What unsettles him more though is the state that poor Bakugo is in.

He spends the next several days alongside Tsunagu, desperately trying everything they could to reverse the curse. From potions to incantations to cantrips...

Nothing seems to work.

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Shifting focus again for a sec—to Shinso this time!

He approaches Aizawa not long after he arrives and just... asks questions.

They talk. About the living world, about what being alive is like.

(Shinso died when he was 16 years old, and he missed being alive more than all the others. He was the youngest out of all the dolls. No one was even sure if he would be able to grow up, or if he'd just be stuck at 16 forever.)

So he found comfort in Aizawa. This living person who could give him a glimpse into the life he couldn't have.

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Rumi and Keigo hang out with Shinya like usual—and being the little shits (affectionate) they are, they pester him about his relationship with Tsunagu.

He tries brushing them off, changing the conversation topic to Bakugo, but they read right through him ofc so he just. leaves. lol.

Essentially they follow him, trying to cheer him up lol

They pass by Bakugo's room and overhear a conversation between Tsunagu and Aizawa. Tsunagu is talking about how similar he and Aizawa are, in that Tsunagu is the head of a house of lost souls and Aizawa is the caretaker of an orphanage. Something they can connect over.

Shinya overhears all this. He's a little more upset about it than he would like to admit.

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Of course Tsunagu notices something is up, though

So sometime later, he finds Shinya and they have a little one-on-one chat.

It's not exactly that they sort things out... but they clear up the jealousy bit—and their relationship *ahem* strengthens. *ahem ahem*

(It's not exactly settled though, and it's not like Shinya's insecurities just suddenly vanished. those are definitely still there.)

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More days are spent trying to save Bakugo, along with no success. Bakugo is looking worse by the minute.

(Shinya and Tsunagu continue to..... *enhance* their relationship when they're not busy, too. but that's besides the point.)

Things are interrupted when a living doll shows up at the door alongside a guardian spirit.

(The doll is Shirakumo, and Hizashi is the spirit.)

They brought a recently deceased girl—no older than ten years old—for Tsunagu to bring back to life.

Everyone's... heartbroken. at how young she is.

Eri is scared when she wakes up, absolutely terrified of everyone, and of Tsunagu specifically. She stays close to Aizawa, because he's the only living person there (aside from Bakugo) and everyone else is scary to her :(

(she ends up growing closer to Shinso too (after she realizes he's not so bad; he's also the only other kid there), she grows to see him as a big brother of sorts <3 )

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Later that day, in another vain effort to try and find a cure, Shinya goes through the garden to see if any of their ✨magic✨ herbs/plants would be any help. However, he ends up instead getting hit by some spores that essentially get him super drunk, and Tsunagu has to come rescue him. Again.

Cue scene of him just drunkenly fucking sobbing in Tsunagu's arms about how he's always been the one to save him and now he can't even find a way to save the poor kid so how can he ever possibly hope to repay him back for that and that he'd never be deserving of his love—

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The next day (sober and admittedly very embarrassed), Shinya spends the next day by himself in the mansion's library. He sorts through the books and files, trying to get his mind off things, and he stumbles upon a letter addressed to Tsunagu and signed by someone named Nishiya.

(It turned out to be a response to a thank you note Tsunagu had written for the spirit that had originally brought him back to life all those years ago.)

Shinya made two realizations in that moment:

1. If this spirit was powerful enough to gift Tsunagu his abilities and bring him back to life, then he might be able to cure Bakugo.

2. He could follow the address to find the spirit—Nishiya. It was risky, as not only was the spirit realm perilous to traverse (even for the undead), but there was no guarantee that he would even find this spirit.

But they were also running out of options.

He makes a plan to follow the address, finds a map he can use, and packs some supplies—some magic thread (procured from the Seamstress himself) to suture his body and soul back together should he need it—to bring along just in case. Rumi and Keigo also manage sneak up on him and convince him to let them tag along.

(Their reasoning was that Oboro and Hizashi were staying to lend a hand anyways, and they allegedly also had some connections that might help them find Nishiya. Which was pretty damn convincing.)

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The connections that Keigo had turned out to be a young spirit guide named Tokoyami

He leads them through the world, following the map they have. There's some obstacles on the road, but some other spirit guides (Sero and Kaminari :) ) help them get through ✨

Finally, they find a river marked on their map, on the other side of which should be Nishiya's home—except they happen to encounter the demonic spirit that originally injured Bakugo before they can cross

The demon realizes there are living souls involved and immediately decides that it's going to go finish the job, so Rumi and Keigo fight it to try and hold it back. They send Shinya to go ahead and find Shinji. Hopefully before the demon escapes...

... and Luckily he finally finds who he's looking for! Only... he finds him crying the river he just crossed.

When Shinya asks Nishiya what's wrong, he explains how he fell in love with a mortal woman (Takeyama) while he was travelling through the human realm, but she was dreadfully killed.

Shinya finds her and brings her back for him. because that's just what dolls of The Seamstress do :)

(Technically, he himself doesn't have that power, but he used the thread from Tsunagu that he brought. and also you don't just spend two centuries with a necromancer without picking up a few tricks lol)

When they reunite—this undead human and his ethereal god-like spirit—Shinya has this moment of realization

It doesn't matter if he doesn't think he's good enough for Tsunagu bc none of that matters, friendship is magic y'know (lol)

Still, Nishiya gives him more than he asked for as a thank you.

JUST IN TIME TOO. Rumi and Keigo are unable to hold the demon back any longer and it takes off towards the mansion. They take off after it.

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SO THE DEMON ATTACKS MANSION

Hizashi and Oboro reach it first, try to fight it, and pretty much get tossed aside by this thing :(

The demon reaches Aizawa and Bakugo; Aizawa tries protecting Bakugo and nearly gets annihilated instead—his leg gets mauled off by the demon :(

Cue angry spider Seamstress fighting the demon to protect his family <3

He manages to hold him off, but starts losing pretty quickly. this demon is POWERFUL ok

but then IN SWOOPS SHINYA!! ~With a ✨brand new look✨

Together with Tsunagu (and the other dolls + Hizashi), they manage to drive the demon off!! BEGONE DEMON yeah >:)

At the end, they have the whole heartwarming reunion thing, but NOT before Shin'ya uses his ✨new abilities✨ to lift Bakugo's curse... and it works!!

Shinya also stitches up Tsunagu, who was pretty badly injured in the fight with the demon... so now they match!! Tsunagu also sort of freaks out about where Shinya's been and why he didn't tell anyone and what the HELL is up with his new look and how glad he is that he's back—

(A side note about Shinya's ✨new look✨~ he's more powerful now, about the same level as Tsunagu (except he can heal the living instead of bringing back the dead).

He also has moth wings now!! His new role from heron out is to be a guide for rescued souls.

Moths can be messengers, symbols of death, but they're also attracted to light. In this case, he is a beacon for life :) )

Things are resettled from here, happy ending :)

Well, kinda. Shinya and Tsunagu have their whole thing, but Eri and Shinso can't follow Aizawa back to the living world...

BUT! that's ok because Hizashi and Oboro agree to take care of them in his stead :) and they make plans to visit the living realm (and for Aizawa to visit them) when they can <3

(Imagine those four exploring the spirit world together!! having adventures, waiting for the next opportunity to see Shota again 🥹)

now it is a fairly happy ending.

ok that's all I have!! I hope y'all like this. It's not my best work but I think it's still a neat world!! :'))

thanks for reading!!! <3

#living doll au #quillnnotart #long post; sorry!! #I'm considering writing out some backstory snippits for the other characters maybe!! it's on my list!! :) #I'm not sure how I feel about this story bc I've definitely done better but I've also done worse so I guess it's ok!! #bnha #edgejeanist #edgeshot #kamihara shinya #best jeanist #hakamada tsunagu #pro hero hawks #mirko #takami keigo #usagiyama rumi #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #shirakumo oboro #mt. kamui #kamui woods #nishiya shinji #takeyama yu #bakugou katsuki #shinsou hitoshi #eri bnha #tw caps #cw body horror #this isn't meanttobelike. super clean or anything; its just kindof an outline (telling that to myself so I can stop weirding myself out lol #quillnink #The Seamstress and His Dolls～⁠~～

[ciaossu-imagines]

Writing for Nanbaka again, yay! Keeping with the grand plan, I used this prompt here for some headcanons. This time, I used a spin a wheel pick-a-name thing to decide the character and hope you guys will enjoy these headcanons for Musashi!

Fancy or casual?

His clothing has become a lot more casual as he aged because as a child and a teen, Musashi preferred a more formal style of clothing and took pride in looking his best. It wasn’t until being sent to prison that his clothing and overall style became more casual and relaxed.

Closet or dresser?

Musashi would prefer a closet, where there’s a combination of room to hang things so that they don’t get wrinkled or to put things that can be folded on shelves. His closet would tend to be very organized and possibly organized by the weight of the fabric so that he could easily tell what to grab for the weather.

Hot or cold?

Because of his excessive heat, cold foods heat up or melt easily if he handles them too much and because of that, he tends to prefer warm or hot meals. In terms of weather, he prefers colder weather because his body temperature is already so warm that hot weather causes him to feel a bit sick.

Meat or veggies?

A mixture of both is ideal, in Musashi’s opinion, but if he had to pick, he’d rather go vegetarian and give up meat entirely than give up vegetables.

One pillow or multiple?

Multiple pillows is a goddamn luxury, in Musashi’s opinion, or so he’s discovered after life as a prisoner. He’ll happily take multiple pillows over one any day, as he really likes good neck and head support to keep his shoulders and back from becoming stiff and sore when he wakes up.

Organized or messy?

Very organized. Not quite obsessively so but he’s always been a pretty neat individual and being blinded has made a good amount of organization a necessity for him to live as normal a day-to-day life as he can.

Games or books?

Musashi is actually a fairly big reader. He loves books and has since he was a child, devouring them fairly quickly. He’s not too finicky about the genres he reads either. He’ll switch genres fairly regularly, just to keep from getting too bored with any one thing.

Hide and watch or stand up and fight?

While his younger self wasn’t much of a fighter, the death of his parents and the ensuing torture at the hands of the Man with the Scar left Musashi a very different person, someone who was a lot more angry and violent. He still retains a lot of that stand and fight mentality but is working on resisting it more and not giving into that temptation following his fight with Jyugo.

Shy or social?

He was a fairly social child who became a shy teenager and adult. He struggles quite a bit with social anxiety, to be honest, but he genuinely wants to overcome that and make friends.

Soda or juice?

Musashi actually doesn’t much care for soda. The fizz just doesn’t feel great on his tongue and it’s very sweet to him so he prefers juice, but only actual fruit juice and not the overly sugared fruit juice drinks like Hawaiian Punch or Kool-Aid.

Handheld or console?

Neither. Because of his lack of sight, video games are kind of hard for him to master, though he’s willing to try them. They’re not things he seeks out on his own though, that’s for sure.

Light or dark?

Musashi prefers the light. Even without being able to see it, it’s a different feeling on his skin than that dark and he’s happier when it’s light outside.

Scary or happy?

Happy, please. This man has had more than enough of scary, sad, or horrific things in his life.

Movies or restaurants?

Both! He does like classic films, getting into them early on as a child but he also enjoys a good meal out, either alone or with company.

Car or bus?

Buses and other public transport actually make Musashi really nervous and unsettled feeling. He prefers a car or to walk, if at all possible.

Carpet or tile?

Tile feels better to him. It’s always slightly cool on his feet and smooth in texture. He doesn’t really care what it looks like, but feeling wise, it’s always superior to him.

Love or wealth?

Musashi grew up fairly wealthy. His parents weren’t hard up for money by any means and he knows both what it’s like to live in a fair amount of luxury and what it’s like to do without and he’s been able to live both ways without too much difference to him. Living without any love or affection though is really hard for him and he’d take reliable love from someone over money any day.

Markers or coloured pencils?

Coloured pencils are his preference. They feel better in his hand and, back when he could see, he enjoyed the wider variety of colours they came in compared to most marker packs.

Independent or dependent?

After the death of his parents, Musashi became so used to being alone and having to survive on his own that independence was something he learned quick and he’s still quite independent but naturally, he is a more dependent person who functions best with other people in his life and day to day routines.

Hat or necklace?

Musashi actually has a nonstandard sized head and has quite a bit of trouble finding hats that properly fit him, so he’d take a necklace over a hat for that reason alone.

Poster or calendar?

Most posters are meaningless to him after losing his sight, but he does have a Braille calendar that he uses. He likes knowing what day it is because it’s easy to lose track of that in prison.

Pain or death?

Death. He’s been through pain, over and over again. So many times, and it’s still so much a possibility of that happening again because of his unique abilities. Because of that and because of his past, there is a small part of Musashi that seeks and wants the release of death and the opportunity to be back with his parents again.

Science or math?

While he studied and worked hard and he is quite good at math, Musashi prefers science, finding it the more fascinating of the two topics.

Shower or bath?

He overheats in the bath if in there for too long but there’s nothing quite like an ice-cold shower to get Musashi’s blood flowing and his mood lifted.

Socks or slippers?

Does he have to choose? Honest to God, if Musashi could, he’d walk around all day, every day in just his bare feet as he doesn’t really much like socks or slippers. His feet sweat badly in them and then it stinks and it’s just not good for anybody.

Chips or crisps?

He calls them chips, being German.

Secretive or open?

For a long time, Musashi was very secretive, really keeping his feelings and thoughts and experiences locked up tight in his mind. He’s really working hard on becoming more open and honest with others and with himself.

Friendship or romance?

Honestly, at this point in his life, while he wouldn’t turn down romance, he’d much prefer friendship. And even with romance, Musashi would prefer a romance that evolved from an existing friendship rather than just jumping into dating someone.

Talent or skill?

Talent, to Musashi, is something you’re born with and don’t have to work hard for while skills are developed and things that you have to put effort into, so he finds skills more impressive.

#nanbaka #nanbaka headcanons #headcanons #musashi nanbaka #for any interested readers I'll be posting tonight or tomorrow stuff for One Punch Man- KHR- Bungou Stray Dogs - ES21 & K Project #Among some other smaller fandoms

[splatteryacid]

My ship in 5 minutes for valentines day!

I never claimed to be original lol

They switch out spoon positions but Marie is more often the big spoon

Callie "borrows" a ton of Marie's stuff and Marie learned to tolerate it more as they got older. Mostly because she gives less effort into her outfits/appearance

Callie uses pet names regularly, Marie does sometimes but less so. Took her a lot longer to get comfortable using them even in private

Self explanatory

Also fairly self explanatory

Okay this one. There's a lot of layers to this one. It varies by situation. I'll make a separate post about it maybe lol

I think they both cook for each other but Callie is more likely to just get food delivered for the both of them. She can make a couple of dishes.

Marie HATES PDA and Callie is fine with it. But she likes making Marie blush so will sometimes do it just to tease her

Huh I. Think I put the icons for overprotective in the opposite spots. But I think after splat 2 Marie gets much more overprotective obviously. Callie doesn't really keep tabs on Marie much

Aaaand I do actually think Cal has more relationship experience, but not actually a ton! I don't think she ever really slept around I know I'm unpopular for that. I think she went on quite a few dates in highschool but nothing ever felt like being with Marie

#splatteryposts #aohota

[monty-glasses-roxy]

CASSIE HELPING ROXY OVERCOME HER FEAR OF THE DARK 😭

Okay so. This version of Meteors would be set maybe a year or two after Roxy had her eyes stolen with Ruin happening somewhere in the first year. I think by this time she'd be kind of used to it, but given the circumstances, probably still wouldn't like it all that much. Probably more scary to her if she's suddenly plunged into darkness or wakes up to pitch black. Just a general unease if she's in the dark for too long so long as she was prepared for it, ya know?

That's not to say she doesn't get support for her problems with the dark of course. Meteors didn't just remove her blindness and eye problems. She clearly still wants them back in game really strongly so she does get a new pair of eyes in the transformation, but they're not perfect. She has awful light sensitivity and is pretty shortsighted now. She'll just sit around sometimes with her eyes closed or the lights off with a lamp or something to ease her nerves over complete darkness, and bright lights can give her awful headaches. They help her with this with strong, prescription tinted goggles. Glasses don't sit on her face so she has some cool goggles instead. Her room has blackout blinds and they went and got her a shit ton of soft fairylights to hang up around the ceiling so she doesn't have to have the main light on all the time. They get her more cool looking ones for her birthday so she has options for her room, and over time her collection grows and she switches them out fairly regularly.

However, you know what fear she's absolutely not over? Her fear of water. She could never see it before with her fancy eyesight so it stems from a fear of the unknown. If you threw a bucket of water at her for a prank before, she would be more freaked out at the sudden feeling of water, and yet still being unable to see it. It's evolved from dislike and disgust into a fear through staff, guests, and animatronic pranks gone wrong. It freaks her out!! She hates it!!! She's lucky as fuck she's a canine with fur now because she would not be able to handle regular baths and shit!!! Though that comes with a trade-off. Water now feels absolutely awful on her fur. It's now a huge sensory thing for her and all she wants to do is shake it out constantly until she dries off. She finds it fascinating to watch moving water like in rivers or the rain and shit because she's never seen it before, but god damn does she hate it in any other context.

Cassie and her dad could try helping her with that of course! But I don't think they'd ever discover this particular fear until they have to go out in the rain. There's no shoes for dog paws like hers and they don't have an umbrella handy so she's just shaking, all sad and dog whiney :( Cassie and her dad are slowly woking her up to being at least okay with it in small amounts by asking her to help with the dishes all the time. She dries them, after Cassie or her dad wash them so she's microdosing on having wet paws so to speak. She'll get there eventually. The sensory side of course, isn't going to get a lot better over time, but how she feels about water sure can.

The rain situation does make Cassie's dad realise real quick that Roxy needs some sort of shoes. Like sure, she's got fluffy canine paws complete with tough paw pads, but the rain is a real problem. Even when he finds someone that can custom make her some rainboots, the next problem is somehow getting her to wear them. No. She doesn't like wearing them. She thinks they look cool and she loves how good she looks with them but fuck does she feel weird wearing them. She'd get used to them if she wore them more than just when it rains.

Also, when she visists the others in the ruined Plex, they're all so jelly of her cool boots and relieved she's not going to get hurt when she's running around with broken everything everywhere.

#meteors au #pop rox answers #ruin dlc spoilers #went off track a bit but I got there in the end I think lmao

[whitechadwarden]

hello uh how abt uh thoughts on when fall came in ed edd n eddy and they. just went to school after? gamechanger for me as kid and standard on which i judge all tv still :/ just a very iconic moment ive been thinking abt a lot

I have such thoughts on this subject that I had to get up from bed and log onto desktop Tumblr for the first time in about a year just so I could use a proper keyboard.

Yeah, that was a very heavy-hitting episode, especially in the context of having watched the show growing up; as a kid you subconsciously think of shows you like as just sort of being stuck in stasis. Of course there's the other category of shows I thought of as "Jetix shows" where the plot actually *did* move forward with each episode, but for the most part any actual changes to the status quo of a show was the realm of the Grown-Up Stuff.

Whenever discussion of the whole school part of EEnE comes up, people don't really talk about that one episode where it's them realizing summer is over; the whole status quo of the show is overturned and it's basically a different show now, with the same characters in a different setup. Looking back on it I think Danny and Co. were making a conscious effort to have it grow up *with* the kids watching it; they even had an entire episode that's *just* about them realizing that summer vacation can't last forever (almost like they're trying to hammer in that lesson for the kids watching).

I recently saw someone on Twitter say that it's funny to them to see people our age going on about how shows from our childhood are #deep and meaningful, because when they were our age they were shitting on those same shows, and saying that cartoons were better Back In Their Day, so it feels kind of ironically-timed that I'm writing this when I am, but I do think that, for a children's show, EEnE still had a much better and more thoughtful team than, say, Fairly OddParents, or Kids Next Door, which I'd say have outright *harmful* lessons for children.

Don't get me wrong, it's a kid's show, and I'm not one of those people who thinks children's media should be regularly consumed by adults (or, well, at least most children's media; I don't know if they're really for kids, but the Cartoon Saloon movies are definitely some of the better films you can see on streaming) but basically I'm just using this ask as an excuse to say Danny Antonucci and the rest of AKA Cartoon made a very, very cool decision when they did that.

Now, the series *after* the switch...

#this post is getting pretty long and id rather end it on a funny line like that lol #also im making it non-rebloggable. id be kind of embarrassed if this lengthy and kind of serious writing about a kids cartoon started #making numbers

[anxiouslyfred]

Walk Me From Work

A Continuation of Lockets and Emos

Summary: Since Virgil met their soulmate, Remus has been meeting them from work fairly regularly, always ready to walk them home. So far they have always suggested somewhere else to walk instead but their decision to walk to the museum needs some quick thinking to change. 

/\/\

Virgil hadn't started the list for a week after meeting Remus. They had been trying to get to know Remus and paying attention to the reactions the places they'd walk to received from their soulmate, but not to the level of writing them down. Even starting the list had been mostly just to remember which areas they'd asked to be walked to before and possibly record places they could return to.

Truthfully, despite refusals they'd made when first meeting Remus, and their continued refusal to let Remus walk them home, Virgil was treating the evenings Remus met them from work as date nights. It was getting to know him in a safe-ish way while still getting him used to their boundaries and respecting them.

Tonight Virgil hadn't stated where they wanted to go, intending to actually hang out with Remus for as long as he had time and hoping to make it a more official date. They were comfortable with him now and could imagine sharing their life with this person whatever formed soulmate lockets thought was destined for them.

Remus didn't care, or even ask, just grabbing hold of Virgil's hand and letting let lead to wherever they wished to go. He'd learnt before that if Virgil didn't speak much they probably just wanted some quiet for a while and pushing for conversation would end up with being sent home so they could do the same.

Virgil was really trying to make themself speak, to ask if he had enough time for an actual date but couldn't. They felt strangled by nerves so just carried on until they were in sight of the museum they'd thought would be a good date location.

Remus suddenly straightening up however confused them, especially when the gaze that had always jumped between anything that caught his attention switched to scanning over people's faces. It didn't seem like the carefree man Virgil knew and they hated it.

This wasn't the place for a date or ever to return with Remus if they had a choice about it, no matter what the current exhibition was on. All they now wanted was to get them as far away from the museum as they could walk to and hopefully get their soulmate calm again.

“Want to walk me a bit further? The park as some great trees to climb and I guess we could make a date of tonight doing other dumb stuff there.” Virgil suggested, mentally comparing the places nearby but saying the first thing that seemed like a viable choice for the evening.

Remus was still checking the faces of everyone around the museum, but nodded absently, “Sure, Virge, whatever you want.” Then he dropped their hands, resolutely looking away from the museum as he started walking fasted in the direction suggested.

Virgil glanced back to the area a little curiously but didn't see anything except that some woman who worked at the museum had emerged to put out a museum closing sign. That was all they could spot before needing to hurry after Remus and surely that hadn't been the face to cause this reaction.

They only breathed out properly when Remus's shoulders dropped, 2 streets away from the museum and he accepted their tentative touch to ask to hold hands again. “Sorry. I thought the ancient weaponry exhibit would have been interesting for you.” Virgil muttered, feeling the need to speak but uncertain if asking about his reaction would be pushing a boundary.

“Controlling parents, one works there so I'd really prefer not to let them know anything about my life now. I'm free of them, Roman's free of them, but y'know parents will try to talk themselves back into your life so easily.” Remus still answered their unspoken question. “Besides I could write the book on ancient weaponry. It's like my favourite thing to study, or learn about on battlefield sites. Have you seen the re-enactments people do? It's freaking amazing to hear the clash of swords and shields and see how both can be used to defend and attack.”

Virgil snorted, “Should've guessed given you're presented by a dagger.”

“You should have! Actually can that actually cut things? I never asked, but you threatened me as if it could.” Remus looked over them as if trying to spot the locket around their neck despite knowing it was never visibly worn.

“It's only blunt enough to make it safe to wear. The end has jabbed me a few times so pretty sure if I tried it could stab someone though.” Virgil shrugged, reaching into the pocket they'd sewn to the inside of their hoodie to pull the locket out.

Remus only held the locket for a moment, before his mouth stretched into a wide grin. “Try carving something with it! We're going to the park. There's gotta be dead wood or logs or something around you could cut into!”

It wasn't the date Virgil had expected, and honestly attempting to carve branches was about a million times more effort than looking at museum exhibits would have been, but it was the most relaxed they'd been in weeks. Remus surprisingly proved to also be versed in how to carve, waving it away as side knowledge picked up from wanting to learn everything about knives. Either way he made a great teacher and they actually got to share more about their interests rather than simply who they are.

…

Virgil's job was exhausting some days. Today they had been faced with more angry customers than normal and had to train a new person and just wanted everything to end. Looking out of the window to see Remus stood waiting felt like the best thing they'd seen in months, except doing something else away from home would be pushing their exhaustion too far.

As they flipped the sign to closed, having already sent the other people on shift home and cleared the lingering customers out, Virgil waved for Remus to follow them. “Might as well chat with me in here rather than waiting out there, Re.”

“Sure, I'll even fold those shirts for you!” Remus nodded, already bouncing over to the display table he'd danced on the day they met. “Where are we walking tonight, Virge of Doom?”

“Home. I'm tired and done with people. You're walking me home and nowhere else.” They grumbled in reply, cashing up the register.

He froze, blinking each eye individually, before turning to them. “For reals? You aren't going to stab me for believing this, right?”

“You'd like it if I stabbed you, and have already proven the dagger doesn't cause harm through layers without a decent amount of force behind it.” Virgil stated deadpan, before shrugging. “It's been 2 months and we're soulmates. Home and I demand cuddles!”

They should have expected any request for contact would be immediately actioned, but still floundered momentarily upon being swept into a bridal hold. “Yes Major!”

“Down until I've at least locked up!” Virgil snapped, jabbing a finger at his chest.

Remus pouted, but plastered himself against their back, “Okay, does this count as cuddles until then?”

“Yes.” Virgil sighed, but accepted finishing the rest of closing the shop up with a limpet attached to their.

Soon enough they were being swept into his arms once again and carried off in completely the wrong direction as Remus seemingly decided to carry them home without asking where they live.

“Wrong direction. Turn around, carriage!” Virgil laughed, twisting in his hold to point where they should be heading.

#dukexiety #soulmate au #remus sanders #virgil sanders #weapon mentions #dagger mentions

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

BIIITCH, SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! Hush was so fucking goood!!! And that gif at the start???? I started out reading your story at ao3 but I’m so grateful for switching to tumblr. The thought you put into every detail of this AU blows me away every time (not to mention the research, the motivation of the characters, the life you’ve breathed into them 🤯). And don’t get me started on Daemon’s dirty talk - the way you write him is pure perfection!!! I’m always left wanting more and yet it’s always the perfect amount at the right time. I can read 50+ chapters of him just talking dirty shit. Thank you soo much for giving us another chapter from his perspective!!

I know the current story doesn’t have a plot per se buuut it’s such a great way pf building up their relationship without taking away from the amazing plot you’ve built in the other instalments. Plus, and idk if that was your intention, but I like that it shows that Daemon is really obsessed as a person and as much as they’re both wanting to have a child that’s not what their relationship is about. He’s never resentful or questioning why she’s not preggo yet. I honestly thought I would like the new story but I would be impatiently waiting for the baby fic, however once again you exceeded any expectation I had and I’m genuinely having the best time reading your story. Full honesty tho - at the end of each chapter I thinking ‘yep, that’s the one, ain’t no way she’s not pregnant after that dicking down 😅

I just can’t say enough how much I love your writing and and how much joy I get every time I get a notification you’ve posted❤️❤️❤️

Omg, thank you so much! I was terrified I went too far with 'Hush', as it's quite icky but I just so badly wanted to write this after @storyblackhold and I had the most FERAL discussion about it. I knew I wanted to post on AO3 as I friggin' love AO3, but there seems to be so much more of a community for this here on Tumblr (plus I can put thirsty GIFs in and make my page pretty lol). Can't tell you how much time I've wasted actually combing through footage and converting GIFs myself - the one for 'Hush' was one I cut! And it is so fun that my nerd love for research is paying off. To think this started as a dirty excuse to fantasise about Matt Smith in a platinum wig throwing the word 'cunt' around... Then I had to make the High Valyrian accurate by manually translating it... Then I was studying scenes and tweaking them for my own purposes... Next thing you know, I'm researching how a medieval healer could have inadvertently caused the death of their labouring patient by giving them toxic fungus lol. Now, we at a whole fic with a backstory, what the hell. Keep in mind that the remedy Maester Gerardys uses on poor Reader's leg in 'Hush' was also something I researched! Myrrh has a lot of antibacterial properties, and it was said that olive oil formed a barrier on wounds to prevent infection. Plus, the oil would stop the bandage from sticking as much.

This smut anthology is a great way to throw in tidbits of character building and general plot points without getting derailed by a whole narrative arc; for example, we learn that Reader goes back to King's Landing fairly regularly, that they've settled well into life at Dragonstone, that Daemon has stuff to do on the island (i.e. training those fuckwits from the Second Company) and that he's built a sort of reluctant friendship with Harwin. We learn that Otto's still being a bitter bitch about Daemon finding actual happiness, and that Lord Lyman is a G. Little things, ya know? As for the pregnancy thing, it can take quite a while to conceive, and as of yet it isn't the burning urge of both of them to have a kid; they're still learning each other (hehe) and figuring out how to navigate life as a married couple. Keep in mind also that this anthology will only vaguely span a few months - there's no exact order to them, nor a specific timeline, but we aren't talking years or anything. I know there are examples of women falling pregnant like immediately after they marry, but I see that used a lot and I wanted to explore the option of... not exploring it? I don't know if that makes sense. Let's just say that Daemon's not keeping track of her cycle or anything, he isn't quite that crazy yet. They're in the honeymoon phase of their relationship - they'll get there, don't worry!

Thank you so, so much for such a lovely comment! I really appreciate all the feedback I've been getting, it's insane!

#fanfiction comments

[stuckstucktrolls]

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just tell me ALL about them hehehehehehehehe

You're getting my non-trolls first but I'm only going until I run out of things I haven't said before.

Merrosvon: Newest guy on the blog so I haven't decided as much for him, but... A bit of a sadist actually. More in the "Getting a response from people" kind of way than specifically causing pain, but pain works for him too if the other person is down. From a species with three sexes and no I haven't figured out how that works or how they see gender.

Raivo: Only started getting sexual with his girlfriend Iva. Has a thing for having sex outside.

Takumi: Has a preference for other youkai, either other cats, things a little bigger like foxes, or prey species like birds, rabbits or mice. Prefers to top with women and just be a huge brat either way with men.

O Nami: Not very experienced so prefers if her partners take the lead. Does enjoy praise and happy if her partner is happy.

Prokyn: Trash panda extraordinaire but somehow got Karell to want to pail him in red and Proxus would agree if he asked but that also might have to do with him having two bulges. Surprisingly shy in bed.

Veridi: Would definitely be more open sexually if she weren't a lime and already pretty open with her girlfriends.

Viktor: Not actually as horny as people assume, but he uses flirting and pailing to get blood. Though when he drinks enough over a period of time, he's more sexually motivated since other needs are filled. Would rather make Ashaol and Rutaci happy than worry about himself.

Proxus: True switch/verse, just happy to have folks to pail or get pailed by. Most likely to get an orgy together.

Raluka: While she hasn't dated more than one person in each quad at one time, she has dated every woman in the caverns she works in that are in the same general age range at some point.

Heloda: Honestly cares more about money and social standing than pailing, also only goes for trolls higher blooded than her.

Teagan: Warnings for extreme kinks and abuse but not at the same time? Previously had a kismesis who branded him and regularly had gunplay sessions with him, and Teags kind of misses him. Has less trauma from that than from when he dated Markab, because at least all that was consensual and after he'd figured out what he was into for himself.

Lyssav: I have no idea what kind of kismesis would stick for him, but in red he's happy to have his mate absolutely wreck him and then cuddle lovingly in bed for the day.

Lilvie: Has a mate she barely sees but loves to the moons and back, and a kismesis who she likes to treat like a fuck toy.

Markab: Literally just... a fuck boy. He has one thing on his mind at any moment and you better believe that it's either pailing, mechanics or bad poetry that he thinks is great.

Circin: Do you think this science jelly looks cute and innocent? He's kidnapped trolls he's taken a liking to, and killed folks who "got in his way". But at least he's fairly sweet if you return his affections and as long as he doesn't think you're cheating on him, or going to leave him in any way.

#sexy #Merrosvon #Raivo Tuomita #Takumi Himata #O Nami #Prokyn Daidel #Veridi Xhorea #Viktor Serren #Proxus Suxorp #Raluka Serren #Heloda Mustel #Teagan Kejibi #Lyssav Kamsin #Lilvie Amarin #Markab Pegasi #Circin Pakomi #ask to tag

[embrace-life1973]

If you have heard of anything like this, know what it's called, have experienced anything like this, or know of any solutions, please reply.

I don't even care if you have solutions, just knowing that I am not the only one who deals with this would be amazing.

I have very severe adhd, narcolepsy, and complex trauma. I know all 3 of these things work together to worsen each other. I am very medicated for the adhd and narcolepsy (same type of meds for both, I'm on the maximum available dose of 2 seperate stimulants and they only work until around 4pm if I'm lucky for the adhd, and 11am for the narcolepsy). I have achieved very significant burnout, and really only learned that willpower for the most part doesn't fix adhd symptoms after I already ran out of all of it. I can't take more medications, and it's not really safe for me to be on as much as I am and it's affecting my heart and my doctors are trying to figure out how to lower doses without causing other problems (During the day, my resting heart rate is usually between 100 and 120 bpm, some days with resting heart rate as high as 140 bpm, plus I have pre-POTS syndrome that is being encouraged by the high dose of meds to begin developing into full POTS).

For the most part, things I enjoy doing I can fairly easily get done and focus on without any issues, which is common for adhd.

I am a college student, and I am really struggling to get my brain to do assignments as what I've been told is a combo of adhd and narcolepsy symptoms will cause me to get completely stuck in distractions for several hours (I will recognize that I am distracted, but I can't seem to make my body and brain quit, with any attempts leading to full body muscle locking up). If I'm not stuck in a distraction I will get stuck trying to get my brain to do schoolwork, or really any productive thing, and my brain and body just won't and I will end up in a stare off between me and the work I'm trying to do, unable to move or switch to trying to do anything else because the second I try all my muscles will lock up and I physically won't be able to move. The record length for that has been 6 hours straight.

There is nothing I want to do more than to be able to get what I need to do done. I've researched everything I can and asked my doctors what to do, and I haven't found many answers that I haven't already tried to no avail before.

I get incredibly stressed out by the fact I can't move to get work done, which makes the problem worse and increases the locking-up. I am on anxiety meds to try and help to no avail, they just help with anxiety during all the other times of day. It's also very hard to explain to other people and get them to believe me, especially when it comes to most doctors and therapists and school admin and professors. This is made worse by the fact that I am academically extremely intelligent and usually can complete assignments in the few hours my brain is willing to work and have a 4.0 GPA.

My family and friends have tried to help as much as possible and have been as understanding as they can be given none of us have ever heard of something like this. When possible they will try to be in the room with me when I try to do work as that seems to help some, and I've tried to go to public places like coffee shops to help myself, but even that is slowly starting to not work anymore. Many things I've tried work for a short time, and then the effects wear off.

My room is in a state of disarray (I live with my parents and commute to college) in spite of my best efforts to keep it clean because I can't bring myself to clean most of the time. It's also hard for me to shower regularly because it is a sensory struggle for my brain, making it all the harder to get it to let me do. (I do have moderate to severe chronic pain, which also plays into some of this, although a lot is inability to bring myself to do things).

I also struggle to remember to consistently take medications outside of my adhd and narcolepsy meds, as I don't have any instant results if I don't take them (or even any result for a few days of forgetting), with the exception for my adhd and narcolepsy meds. I have tried alarms, reminders, notes, tying it to other habits, putting them where you would think I couldn't miss them, and even have had other people message me to try and help me remember.

I don't have depression, I've been tested many times and none of the times have come back saying I do, and even if I did, I can't go on SSRI medications as when I was on a very low dose of them for anxiety for a short time, I actually temporarily became depressed and anxiety actually increased, and later I found out that somehow I ended up with a genetic mutation that neither of my parents have that causes me to not respond well to those medications.

I have tried alarms, reminders, timers, trying to trick my brain into liking what I need to do, rewarding myself for doing what I need to (although I struggle with impulsivity and stopping myself from rewarding myself before I get the reward because that requires willpower), utilizing other people when possible, trying to just do it, and lists. Exercise is one of those things that is very difficult for me given the chronic pain and that my brain won't do that either. I've also tried to do everything I could find on the internet on recovering from burnout with adhd, and even without adhd, but I have run into problems in that those solutions seem to require at least a little bit of willpower, of which I already had completely ran out of before I knew that I was burnt out.

Also, eliminating distractions doesn't work since I can still get stuck in the stare off with my work, and I will quite literally get distracted by a speck on the wall (I have been distracted by that very thing more times than I can count).

The worst part about it is, it often feels like I'm not trying hard enough and I could just will myself to do work, yet when I try, I can't. This is not even taking into consideration how many people (including most doctors and therapists i've tried) have told me things like "Just do it", "you aren't trying hard enough", and "why can't you just get it done so its over with?". There is nothing I want more than to do what I need to get done, and I have spent countless nights crying over that very thing.

If you have heard of anything like this, know what it's called, have experienced anything like this, or know of any solutions, please reply. I don't even care if you have solutions, just knowing that I am not the only one who deals with this would be amazing. I quite literally have no where else to turn to except for a few social media sites in the hopes that someone here knows what I'm dealing with or at least can confirm I'm not alone in this. Doctors and therapists have failed me over and over and over again, no one else knows what I'm talking about, and I've researched everything I know to research.

#please help #please respond #does anyone else experience this #am i alone in this? #what do i do #what is this called #mental health #adhd #neurodivergent #is anyone out there #im desperate #are there answers? #has anyone heard of this? #help

[jeweledlegacy-913-278-1950]

Jeweled Legacy

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Due to constant use, one of the prongs on our ring has "pancaked," or flattened. One of the numerous renowned jewelers in Santa Barbara can "re-tip" your jewelry with new metal, giving it a like-new appearance. Take extra precautions if you aren't used to working with sharp objects. "pancaked" may refer to "having the consistency of a pancake after being battered." The old prong tip must be desoldered before the new one can be soldered on. If you do as I say, you will be successful.

If you don't regularly inspect your precious stone using a loupe, you run the danger of losing it. Choosing a wedding ring is a very meaningful rite. You shouldn't measure your ring more often than once every few months, even if it's always on your finger. You shouldn't have any problems as long as you do this every three months. Stone may last for centuries if cared for properly. We can't put off dealing with these problems for the time being. After the changes were implemented, the incidence rate dropped.

There is a noticeable decline in the wall's condition.

You can save a lot of money by purchasing stone directly from a quarry rather than from a retailer. The removal of the stones from the body is a multi-stage process Restring Necklaces and Bracelets Making jewelry out of strange materials is a delightful challenge for some individuals. Because of their outward resemblance, morganite and diamond are frequently misunderstood for one another. If you want a reflective gemstone that won't break the bank, morganite is your best bet.

Stones can be cleaned and prepared for reinstallation with the use of a stiff synthetic brush or wire brush and compressed air after being removed from their mountings. Time to start putting the machine back together again. "Mature" rocks are those that have developed to their full geological potential. Reattaching dislodged stones requires a caulking gun and masonry adhesive. Avoid getting the bead string snagged.

One easy way to give a vintage ring a modern vibe is to switch out the setting in which the stones are presented. The word "Halo" immediately comes to mind whenever I hear this. This change is indicated by the brightest ring of the halo. The amount of stone that needs to be transported can be minimized with some planning ahead of time. Perspectives shift as time goes on.

 Too much of a good thing? Could something like that ever happen? Get a professional inspection if you have doubts about the battery life or the safety of the clasp. You shouldn't feel bad about replacing the chain on your necklace or bracelet if it breaks. The ring's extra prongs highlight how delicate it is.

The twist-and-solder lid keeps whatever is within the flat container secure. Neither option is very time-consuming or tiresome. If a crimp bead on your necklace breaks or gets bent, you can easily replace it with a new one. It would be very difficult to create jewelry without crimp beads.

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Adjustments "Fatigue" is the traditional term for worn jewelry. This metal is inappropriate because of how quickly it corrodes. Clamps, hinges, or rivets that are worn or corroded should be replaced. Hurricanes and blizzards are two examples of the extreme weather that can inflict significant destruction. One's point of view can shift only with age and life experience. The current situation appears to be rapidly deteriorating. Metal fatigue cracks can quickly widen if not treated. Over time, the surface cracks would have widened and become more noticeable. Beyond its "stress safety envelope," a material could fail catastrophically under stress. This process protects the metal against rust and oxidation. Indicators of a material's quality include its fatigue life, tensile strength, and yield strength. This strategy can't afford a single misstep. Offering incentives to early adopters could be the key to solving all of our issues. If you're finding that your home is becoming too claustrophobic, rearranging the furniture may help. Careful handling can extend the life of the component. Corrosion is more prone to set in on metals that have been notched, slotted, or keywayed. Everyone was taken aback by the abrupt turn of events. Possible causes for this unpredictable behavior include changes in shear stress.

#Restring Pearls #Restring Necklaces and Bracelets #Custom Fabrication

[bishiglomper]

YA KNOW WHAT

I think I MIGHT actually have a mild brain fluid leak 🤔

Listen listen listen-

My nose. Is constantly wet. The wells at the bottom of my nostrils just always have water in them. I am CONSTANTLY just dabbing at it with a tissue. All fuckin' day.

And I can use said tissue, a normal kleenex ALL day. Because it dries like water. Theres no slime or stickiness so it doesnt get stiff or crinkled.

Also, it does absolutely no good to blow my nose. A little bit of extra water comes out, but it doesn't like. Bring down anything.

I dont have drainage down my throat. I don't know if that's for or against my theory though. 👀

I have been sneezing a shit ton. So, allergies are still a possability. ☝

I think this has been going on for over a year. I think it's also gotten worse the last several months because I'm way more aware of it and thus annoyed.

I constantly have a tissue to my nose shoving it up there to absorb as much moisture as I can at once, I'm sure it's not very attractive.

The other thing is my ears leak. Just at night. Every night. My nose is fine though. Like they SWITCH. And I'm a side sleeper.

The fluid coming out of my ears is clear. My ears themselves are clean. They don't get waxy.

I've have tried searching all sorts of ways to figure out how my ears would leak from allergies, like I've been told it was, but I'm still getting that it would be wax. I don't have swimmers ear or infection. I know THIS has been going on for several years.

I don't remember if antihistimines stop any of this, I will experiment further with that. 👀

There's a few dozen other symptoms that come with CSF. I have maybe 1/4 of them.

Neck pain and stiffness. I don't know if this is caused by that or just tension.

I always have a mild headache. From 2-4. The migraine shot every month helps a lot but I'm still getting worse the last week or two before then.

I get light sensitivity so very easily. It ranges just from discomfort to straight up my eyes start watering. The other day it was super cloudy and it still felt too damn bright.

I always have vertigo. That is also at about a 3. It does get worse if i bend down but clears up after a second. (Though last night i had a more intense, several moments lasting one... vision actually blurred: another symptom)

Bending over and seeing if your face drips is a test for it, but that is SO uncomfortable for me, i tense my whole body and hold my breath and can't do it for more than a few seconds so.. That test hasnt worked for me

I do get mildly nauseous fairly regularly but i figured that was a precurser to a migraine. I'll start dry heaving If i don't take a zofran right away..

Another is balance and gait problems. 👀💦 that is a problem. I may have had that my whole life though. Though it has gotten worse the last several years. I've tried to do balance training sort of things. And my gait is just super small. (I think that's all thats wrong with it. I don't know if i zigzag or anything. It may just be a hip problem..)

CSF is usually caused by an injury. My theory is when I was 15, I went on a fair ride called the zipper. Its the pod with a weight at the other end that flings you around in a circle. Upside down and all. They sent me like 3x in a row because there wasnt a line. That was the first time I ever felt ill from a ride. I literally had to lay down for like half an hour in the grass before I could move.

And I could never go on a spinny ride ever again without getting extremely nauseous. 😥 Like just doing a slow 360 in a spinny chair makes me ill.

Breaks my heart because my FAVORITEST ride at our amusement park was that huge tube that spun so much you stick to the wall and they drop the floor. It was my life's goal to be one of those people who could turn yourself upside down then 🤣😭

So yeah, I think that's gonna be the next thing i bring up with my doctor. 🤔 I see her in a month but I might just straight up tell her "Hey I want some tests" now.

#csf #brain fluid leak #long post #i swear to god im on to something

[avislux]

An opinion on Overwatch 2

Copied this from a thread i posted on twitter. It's late so i'll add to this later

I usually don't do Twitter 🧵s but I'm particularly interested about the state of #Overwatch2 and its battle pass system. The battle pass system was invented by Valve for Dota 2 in 2013 and popularized by Fortnite. 1/?

It's an ingenious system to allow consumers pour an indefinite amount of money into a game. I've purchased every battle pass for Dota 2 up until now. Why? It gives me tons of perceived value for money (at least it used to), and secondly... 2/?

I respect that nothing you can buy in the game gives you any gameplay advantage. All heroes are free. There are no stats or whatever you can buy. I have more cosmetics in this game than I know what to do with. Many F2P games don't do this sort of thing.

I don't even play Dota much anymore yet I still buy the passes. Overwatch 2 on the other hand starts out with the battle pass and if you don't own OW1, some of the new characters are locked behind it. Kiriko unlocks at rank 55. How long does that take to get?

Granted, you don't have to spend money to get her, but that is a fairly big time investment. If I had to grind that, I would drop the game immediately. I don't like OW enough to play it that much. There are much better things to do with my time. 5/?

I was really only checking the game out for Kiriko's design and the fact that Sally Amiko, who I recently became a fan of after watching the Aniplex stream, voices her. I don't have any interest in playing the game much. 6/?

I heard that originally OW was going to have the heroes requiring to be unlocked but someone pushed back so they were unlocked at the start. I believe this to be important to the competitive balance of the game. Now they've switched to locking them out. 7/?

The launch really reeks of some exec making the call to turn a 1 purchase P2P game into a F2P one in an effort to make a bunch of cash to appease shareholders. I know well I won't be spending money on it and I can't imagine it doing very well in the long run. 8/?

And I'm really sick of all these games having a battle pass in them. This direction that #Overwatch2 is going though is amusing to me though. Have a good game running for years, shut it down and relaunch it as a memeable F2P game with barely any new content. 9/?

And the sad thing is it wasn't always supposed to be like this. #Overwatch2 was originally supposed to be a PvE horde game IIRC. I haven't kept up with it and now it's this... thing. Oh well. Another game not to play. 10/End

Twitter thread ends there and here's where I left off. I don't have much more to add as I'm not really playing the game regularly. Barely touched it since the transition. Turns out I didn't like how Kiriko's voice turned out, but that's not the voice actor's fault. I did have a nagging thought when I tried her then only fully realized it once I read a comment about her liens. The lines are just kinda lackluster? I think? Maybe the voice direction. Sally is a good actor so it can't be that.