#Restart to Recover Business

[whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan]

💧 Tell me what you want, sweetheart. How many fingers, how fast… 💧

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader, Jeongin x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut

✎ Summary: Jeongin’s good instincts earn him a masterful lesson in fingering.

✎ CW: Established relationship, partner sharing, exhibitionism, vaginal fingering, praise

✎ Word count: 3,936

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“……… y/n……. hello?”

The sound of your name snaps you back into reality, back to the dining room table in the dorm. Eyes shift toward the source of the noise to find Jeongin looking at you quizzically.

“Hellloooo… you there?” he asks, comically waving his big hand in the air.

“Yeah… sorry. Just zoned out,” you reply, but that’s a lie.

You had been aimlessly swirling your chopsticks around your bowl of ramen, trying to ignore the feeling of your boyfriend’s fingers traveling farther and farther up your thigh.

Chan had been craving you all day, he said, and he had every intention of having his way with you after dinner. But, apparently, that wasn’t soon enough.

Not long after he prepared two bowls of instant noodles and sat down to eat with you, his hand found your knee under the table. And he didn’t stop.

Not when you playfully brushed it away, not when Jeongin, Han and Changbin joined with their own quick dinners, and not even when you shot him that cautionary look when his thumb began making small circles over your kneecap and you forced your legs closed with all the strength you could muster. He was determined to keep you on edge, and he was doing a damn good job.

But, of course, he was unaffected. Just eating and chatting and laughing with the boys like it’s a normal evening. Like he wasn’t about to slide his long fingers under your shorts just out of view of the others.

And that was working fine for a bit, until everyone had nearly finished their food while yours was barely touched. Until one sharp inhale made it clear to at least one person that not everything was as it seemed.

“I said…. How was your day?” Jeongin repeats.

All eyes are on you now, and they seem to have varying degrees of understanding. Jeongin looks concerned, Changbin confused, and Han relatively clueless. And then there’s Chan and his big, brown eyes, gazing at you with a mix of encouragement and adoration.

“Oh, it was fine,” you answer in the calmest voice you can muster. “Work’s been busy, had a couple of long day-”

Your thought is cut short when Chan rotates his wrist and forces his fingers between your tightly closed thighs. His pinky extends to press against your underwear, and you can’t help but squirm in your seat.

“Uh, ahem. Sorry,” you restart, trying to recover with a fake cough and throat clear. “Just some long days at work. That’s all. Thank you for asking, Innie.”

The sweet smile you send his way seems to do nothing to lessen his concern. If anything, it just makes him more suspicious. Changbin and Han seem satisfied, though, and change the topic back to Hyunjin’s mistake during dance practice.

Chan’s hand travels higher and higher until he’s practically cupping you in his fingers. He rolls them from top to bottom, putting pressure on as much of you as he can from this angle. Then he adjusts again, sliding his pinky under the damp fabric, and you can’t take it another fucking second.

“Hey, I’m not feeling well,” you announce to the table. “I think I’m gonna go lie down.”

Chan’s hand returns to his lap and you stand up and turn on your heels before anyone can ask what’s wrong. You just make a beeline for your boyfriend’s bedroom, sent off by a chorus of “feel better!” and “sleep well!”

You plop down on the plush comforter and stare at the ceiling, trying to imagine what you’re in for tonight and telepathically tell him to hurry the fuck up. And it works, because his frame fills the doorway less than a minute later.

“Not feeling well, my angel?” he teases. “Is there anything I can do to make you better?”

“Shut up,” you shoot back playfully.

A sly smile spreads across his lips as Chan closes the door behind him and dims the lights before heading to the foot of the bed.

“You did so well out there, baby, staying quiet for me,” he praises. “Would you like your reward?”

He places his knees on either side of your legs and crawls onto the bed until he’s hovering above you. All you can do is sit and stare in awe of his big shoulders, his tense expression, his fiery eyes staring down at you.

The corners of his full lips pull into a smirk, and he lowers himself to your neck, gently kissing and sucking and biting the skin there.

“Mmmmm,” you moan, moving a hand to the back of his head to run the dark strands through your fingers.

“Do that again,” he mumbles against your skin. “Moan for me.”

One of his hands finds yours, interlacing your fingers and pressing into the bed, while the other slips under your shirt and grips you over your bra.

“Ohhh, hmmm,” you groan, melting into the bed at his touch.

He sighs and plants a final kiss on your neck before turning his attention to your lips. He closes your bottom lip between his plump, pink ones and holds it there for a few seconds, but it feels more like an eternity. You could stay like this forever, just surrounded by him. But a knock at the door cuts eternity short.

“Hey, y/n, Chan… everything ok?” Jeongin’s voice sounds from the hallway.

“Yeah, thank you for checking, Innie!” you yell back and wait to see if that’ll be enough to end his curiosity.

“No, something isn’t right… I can feel it. Can I come in?” he asks.

Chan sighs and looks back to you. An annoyed expression and a slight nod send him to the door knowing that this interruption is his fault and his alone.

“Hey, she’s ok I promise,” Chan says, standing in the doorway to block Jeongin’s entry but not hide the view of you on the bed. “Her stomach is just upset, that’s all.”

You push up on your elbows and smile at him, and he smiles back. But it doesn’t reach his dark eyes. He glances back and forth between you and Chan a few times before he speaks again.

“You two are up to something. What did you do, Chan?” he asks, squaring up to his hyung the best he can. The tense look on his face and broadening of his shoulders is enough to send you both into a laughing fit, and then there’s no choice left but to tell him the truth.

“Are you serious? That’s what that was?!” he exclaims. “I thought something was wrong. Jesus.”

He pauses for a second and can’t help but glance at the both of you, at Chan’s hand, at your thighs.

“You… you really did that with your fingers?” Jeongin whispers to Chan.

Your beautiful boyfriend throws his head back and laughs, squeezing his eyes shut tight. Truth be told, he could do that to you by simply existing, but his fingers… there’s something magical about them.

“Wow…” Innie mumbles. “You’ll have to teach me that sometime.”

“How about now?” Chan asks, glancing back at you for approval.

You smirk and nod in response. He knows you love a captivated — consenting — audience.

A rosy color spreads across the maknae’s cheeks, and he instinctively pulls his sweatshirt’s collar up to his nose in an attempt to hide.

“No, I couldn’t. That’s… this… no…” he declares, but he can’t keep his eyes away from your lower body for more than a few seconds, and an occasional twitch in his sweatpants makes it clear he’s not entirely opposed to the idea.

“Come here, I’ll show you,” Chan says, grabbing Innie by the arm and pulling him over to the bed. “You don’t have to touch if you want. Just watch what I do.”

Chan plops down comfortably on the edge between your legs, and Jeongin awkwardly sits on the corner of the mattress.

“It’s mostly about pressure, yeah? Depending on where you are, do you want to massage…” Chan explains, wrapping his fingers around and gently rubbing your ankle. “…or do you want to tease…”

He loosens his grip and drags his fingertips up your shin, to your knee, and back down, leaving a trail of goosebumps as he goes. You thrust upward just a little, yearning for that same touch between your legs.

Chan smiles as you squirm, enjoying his teacher role already. Jeongin’s watching his hyung’s fingertips with intensity, and next thing you know, he’s testing his skills on your other leg.

“Like this?” Innie asks, placing both hands on your sock-clad foot and using his thumbs to massage the base through the cotton. Fingertips drag to your ankle and hook around the sock’s cuff, rolling it down and over your toes and off.

He applies pressure to different spots on the base of your foot, watching your face to see how it feels. Once he passes your heel, he puts his palms to work, too, dragging his big hands up and down the sides of your calf.

“Yeah, nice,” Chan says, smiling approvingly before turning his attention back to you. “You like that, baby?”

“Hmmm….”

It would be hard to not enjoy four hands caressing your legs, but something about Jeongin’s fingers elevates the feeling. Like his big hands could do so much damage, but instead, they’re caressing you gently. And all you can think about is how he could wreck you in so many ways…

You snap back to reality as your boyfriend lifts the hem of your T-shirt to slide his hand up and rub your stomach. Even with everything else going on, his eyes are glued to yours, and that sweet smile is still aimed at you.

“Good so far, sweetheart?” he asks.

“Mhm,” you reply softly between sharp breaths. “You ok?”

“Of course, as long as you’re happy,” Chan replies, then turns to Innie. “Ready for the next step?”

Jeongin doesn’t answer immediately. Honestly, he probably didn’t even hear Chan. He’s staring at your legs so intensely, almost in wonder.

“Oi, Jeongin,” Chan repeats, snapping the fingers of his free hand.

“Oh, yeah, sorry, yeah,” the younger boy answers, shaking his head softly. “What do I do?”

“Go higher,” Chan says matter-of-factly, like this really is just a lesson and you’re the study participant — and Jeongin is his most eager student.

The maknae immediately wraps a hand around your inner thigh, down toward your knee. At Chan’s instruction — an encouraging nod is all he needs — Innie slides his warm hand up and up. Slowly, gently.

The unfamiliar touch has you instinctively pulling your legs closed, but Chan’s comforting touch on your stomach keeps you relaxed. His palm is pressed flat, and his fingers make small circles on your soft skin. His other hand replicates Jeongin’s path and gently squeezes the flesh of your inner thigh.

“Hmm.”

A deep hum vibrates from Innie’s throat, and his hungry eyes are trained on the wet spot on your shorts.

You’ve always wondered if other people can smell your arousal. Chan jokes that he can — “It’s the wolf in me, what can I say?” — but he’s generally full of shit. Regardless of whether or not he can smell it, Jeongin can certainly see it. And the way he’s licking his lips has you convinced he wants to taste it, too.

“Go ahead, Innie,” you say reassuringly. “Touch me, it’s ok.”

And then he does. His fingers slide under your shorts and roughly press into your panties. His sudden movements startle all three of you, and Jeongin’s face burns bright red in embarrassment and he pulls his fingers back into his lap.

“A little too quick,” Chan explains. “Something like that is fine if you’re going hot and heavy, yeah? But for something like this…”

Your boyfriend’s hand presses into your thigh and inches up until his fingertips reach the fabric of your shorts. He runs the damp material between his fingers and lightly bites his lip before speaking again.

“… you want to go slowly. Gentle and loving. Maybe a little teasing,” he says with a wink. “That’s what she likes, anyway. Don’t you baby?”

“I just tolerate it because he enjoys being an ass,” you say to Jeongin, who’s still sitting there with his fingers pressed into his thighs.

“Naur, you love it,” Chan teases back. “You love when I play with you.”

He slides your shorts to the side, just like he did earlier tonight. His thumb slowly runs up and down your folds through your underwear while his other hand resumes its circles on your stomach.

“You love when I do this for you,” he continues. “And I love doing it…”

His thumb presses into you deeper through the soaked cotton. Once the fabric can’t stretch anymore, he pulls back out and feels for your clit. He finds the spot and applies just enough pressure to make you squirm.

“That’s my girl,” Chan hums.

His gaze hasn’t left your face. It’s like he forgot someone else is there at all. Like it’s only you two on the bed, business as usual.

Your boyfriend hooks his thumb under your panties and moves them to the side to touch you. He runs his thumb down the length of your opening, parting your lips to feel inside of you where he can.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” Chan whispers. “How many fingers, how fast.”

The hand on your stomach moves to your cheek and caresses it softly. He shifts his weight on the bed so his face can follow, too. Chan sweetly kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your lips.

“You have me in the palm of your hand, baby. I’ll do whatever you say.”

He breathes into your mouth, his lips only inches from yours when he speaks. You’d love to answer him, but your brain’s all fuzzy and your tongue wants to taste his teeth.

Hands go to his neck to keep him close while your lips press into his. He somehow knows exactly what you want — he always does — and parts his lips for you. Your tongue runs along the backside of his teeth, then the front, before you close his top lip between your teeth. His tongue joins yours then, and you spend what feels like forever just savoring each other and pouring every ounce of affection into each kiss.

Eventually, he pulls away with a smile spread across his swollen lips. He beams down at you, then turns to Jeongin.

“So, like I said…” he starts. “For something like this, you want to be soft, romantic. Listen to your partner’s body, and do what they like.”

Chan resumes his vertical strokes between your legs and faces you again.

“Most of it is about the buildup, right honey? I haven’t even stuck a finger in you yet.”

“He’s right,” you answer. “He always says such pretty words, sometimes I finish before we even get started.”

Chan smiles wide at your compliment.

“So, we’ve covered foreplay. Now, let’s get to fingering,” Chan says, slipping right back into his insightful teacher role. He lightly tugs on your shorts and continues: “Baby, do you mind?”

“Nope, go ahead.”

“Ok, lift up for me.”

He gently slides your shorts and underwear down your legs and tosses them to the floor. One hand gently rests on your upper thigh while the other settles on your lower abdomen.

“Before you do anything else here, you want to make sure she’s wet enough,” Chan explains. “If you did the first part right, you should be fine, but it’s important to check before doing anything too quickly or roughly.”

Your boyfriend positions a finger at your entrance and looks at you.

“Ready?”

“Mhm,” you reply softly.

One long, bony finger gently slides inside of you and traces circles around your walls.

“This isn’t a great example because she gets really wet — you saw her shorts,” Chan says with a soft chuckle. “But this is a good way to check and see what she’s ready for. Here, you try.”

Chan removes his finger and gestures for Jeongin to use his instead.

“You sure?” he asks nervously. “I don’t wanna…”

“You won’t fuck it up. You didn’t fuck it up last time either,” you speak softly. “How else are you gonna learn, Innie?”

“Ok…”

He speaks hesitantly, but his finger is inside you within seconds. His are even longer than Chan’s and how deep he can reach with minimum effort comes as a surprise, but a good one this time.

You inhale deeply and close your eyes as Jeongin starts to move that finger in and out slowly.

“Good, now go in a circle. That’ll help you gauge how much more you can stretch her right now,” Chan instructs.

Innie does as he’s told and a smirk spreads across his lips.

“I think she’s ready for another,” he says.

“Go ahead then,” Chan urges.

Another long finger slides inside you, and he keeps them pressed together as he moves in and out. A minute or two passes with the same motion, and Chan must see the blank expression on your face, so he offers to help.

“So, now it’s about the technique,” he says, placing a hand on Jeongin’s wrist. “You want to rotate your hand and use your fingers to reach the good spots.”

“The good spots?” Jeongin asks.

“That varies by person, unfortunately,” Chan answers. “Just have to mess around and practice on your partner ‘til you figure out their weaknesses. For example…”

Chan tightens his grip on Innie’s wrist and pulls his hand back a little.

“Bend your fingers,” he instructs.

The younger boy’s fingers are so long, he can’t help but stretch your walls apart when he bends them inside you.

“Ok, now keep them like that…”

Chan slowly directs Jeongin’s fingers forward and back, keeping an eye on your face to determine when he — or Innie, more like — is close. And when you take a soft, sharp breath in, he knows he’s got you.

“And now we add a little rotation…”

He pushes and pulls and twists Innie’s wrist like he’s playing the world’s most gentle round of Bop It.

“Oh…”

That one breathy word brings a huge smile to your boyfriend’s face.

“There, you got it,” he says to Innie, continuing to work his friend’s wrist to make you moan and sigh.

“And when you get more acquainted with their… uh… anatomy, you can target it more,” Chan continues. “May I…?”

He releases his hold on Innie’s wrist and patiently waits his turn. Jeongin slides his fingers out and sits them in his lap delicately, like he’s not sure what to do with them now that they’re covered in you. But you’re not too worried about that, because Chan’s fingers are back inside you now, and he’s rubbing and applying perfect pressure to that spot…

“Oh fuck…” you moan a little louder this time, and he just continues with a determined look on his face.

“I can get her to finish like this, or I could toss in some other techniques…” Chan muses, then pushes down gently on the stubbled skin above your pubic bone. “This increases pressure inside, making her feel more… full, I guess? Is that right, baby?”

“Ahuh, sure,” you answer quickly between sharp breaths.

Your eyes are mostly closed, but you can still see Chan’s confident smirk and watch Innie slowly slide his wet fingers into his mouth when he thinks you’re not looking. Something to tease him for later.

“And, of course,” Chan says, “don’t forget about her clit.”

He adds a third finger and rotates his hand so his palm is at an angle. He places his thumb on your most sensitive area and adjusts so he can press on the little nub directly.

“If you want to keep pressure here, you can’t pull out as far,” he explains. “That’s when you really focus on massaging her g-spot so you can keep your hand steady on her clit.”

He demonstrates with the same level of determination he showed earlier, even biting his lip this time. Jeongin is absolutely entranced next to him.

“And if you’re ready for the grand finale, and you’re comfortable with it, a little dirty talk never hurt anyone…” Chan trails off as he lowers his head down to yours once again, lips pressing softly against the edge of your ear.

“Gonna come for me, baby?” he whispers so only you can hear and increases the pace of his little circles and thrusts.

Your simple “y-yes” is barely audible and sandwiched between moans.

“I love your little sounds. You make the most beautiful noises for me, baby,” he hums as he gently bites your earlobe. “I can’t wait to make you scream later.”

“Chan… I…” you barely manage to utter and open your eyes to signal to your boyfriend that you’re almost there.

And just past him, looking entirely enthralled, sits Jeongin. His hand is gently rubbing your calf again, but you see it before you feel it. It’s like every nerve in your body relocated to between your thighs, and they’re all ticking time bombs.

“I know you’re close, sweetheart. You’re doing so good. Such a good girl for me, baby,” Chan praises as he continues his work and uses his free hand to stroke your hair. “Come for me.”

And you do. Gently, but loudly. Your body manages to remain still for the most part, but your chest rises and falls erratically while your moans and sighs fight for release against your lungs that desperately need oxygen.

You grip a handful of Chan’s hair and pull, and he just giggles and lets you guide his head to your chest. He listens to your heart pound with a sweet smile on his face as you ride this out.

The high doesn’t last too long, and aside from a tiny ringing in your ears, you’re back to normal in under 30 seconds. You open your eyes again to see the two of them staring down at you before Chan turns his attention to Jeongin.

“So, there you have it. Any questions?”

The younger boy looks like he’s doing math in his pretty head as he speaks: “… no, not right now.”

You can’t help but laugh at his bewilderment. It’s like he just saw a magic trick.

“Well, if you don’t mind then,” Chan says, facing you again. “I’m about to start my masterclass, so…”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Jeongin answers, snapping out of the trance and standing up from the edge of the bed. “Thank you, thank you both.”

He turns and heads for the door as your boyfriend leans down to kiss your lips and pull the comforter up over you. The two of them meet where the bedroom becomes the hallway and Chan opens the door.

“Let me know if you have any questions after you… practice,” he says with an exaggerated wink.

“Oh, I will,” Innie replies and steps into the hallway. As he heads back to the common space, Chan swears he hears him mumble, “Seungmin’s gonna lose his mind…”

Your boyfriend slowly closes and locks the bedroom door and pads back toward the bed.

“I think our little lesson is about to become big news,” Chan says as he slides into bed next to you.

“Honestly, that’s fine,” you answer sweetly. “I’m sure whoever they sleep with will thank us later.”

Chan shifts to lie on his side and wraps an arm around your waist. He smiles widely at you, displaying those gorgeous dimples.

“Guess we should practice our material for the next class then, yeah?” he whispers as he slides his hand down once again.

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[to-kazuha]

: ̗̀➛ alhaitham with a reader who is sensitive to noise

ft. alhaitham

wc. 0.5k

cw. intentional lowercase ; unedited

disclaimer; this is a restart of a previous blog of the same name. all works published are my own.

alhaitham may not show just how much he cares about you, preferring to keep his affections to a minimum, away from prying eyes. this is why, among other reasons, people often question why you would want to date the acting grand sage. little do they know that he just may show his love for you in a different way than the typical person.

a good example of this, is how attentive he is to your person. making sure you don’t bump into unsuspecting corners, keeping a close eye on you to make sure you don’t get lost in the sea of people when you’re out, the list goes on.

but one thing that sticks out is how much he understands your aversion to auditory stimuli. given how he is very rarely seen without his own soundproof earpieces, one could say that he understands you more than other people do.

oftentimes you’ll come home, completely overwhelmed from a day of having to be surrounded by people. the incessant chatter and physical contact due to the business of sumeru city grew to be too much on the days leading up to the end of the week. luckily your boyfriend, alhaitham, was more than willing to accommodate you when you came home.

he always knew the telltale signs of you being overstimulated, coming home and doing your best to keep quiet, gently sitting down next to him on the couch as he continued to read his book. a hand would wrap itself around your shoulders, bringing your ear to rest on his chest. alhaitham had learned early on into your relationship that his heartbeat helped calm you and if he was feeling nice enough, he’d use his hand that was loosely wrapped around your shoulders to soothingly massage your scalp.

no words were exchanged, the only noise being the occasional turn of a page and kaveh doing his own thing somewhere around the house. alhaitham would wait for you to speak first before beginning a conversation, perfectly content to sit in silence with you while you recovered from the tiring week. sometimes he would read to you if you asked, even though the books he generally read weren’t to your taste.

alhaitham wasn’t a gift giver. there would be a few gifts here and there, items he knew you had wanted but couldn’t justify buying for yourself, things you might need, or something he saw that just reminded him of you. but these were few and far in between, which you didn’t mind at all, finding the times he did give you something to be more special considering it didn’t happen often.

but there was one gift you would cherish the most; a pair of noise cancelling ear pieces similar to his own, but in your favourite colour. he had been so nonchalant when giving them to you, but you could see the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth at your joyful and grateful reaction, shrugging his shoulders and muttering an “it’s nothing” while patting your back gently and you gave him a bone-crushing hug.

the days where you’d come home completely and utterly exhausted had significantly lessened, gaining a bounce in your step as you greeted your boyfriend. the routine of cuddling with your ear to his chest remained though, not that either of you minded, even when kaveh would complain about pda in his presence. he could always move out, after all.

dividers from @/cafekitsune.

i do not condone the reposting or translating of my works anywhere. if you like my content, please reblog it instead.

#🖋️ ; raine’s poetry #⛅️ ; clear weather all around #to-kazuha #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham x reader #genshin alhaitham x reader

[rosazoldyckk]

𐬾𐬽Chrollo Lucilfer X Sick!Reader𐬾𐬽

Fandom: Hunter X Hunter. Genre: fluff. TW’s: just mentions of sickness and stealing. Other than that there’s no TW’s

1048 words

"Are you feeling alright, darling?"

You shook your head out of your daze and looked up at the raven haired man gazing over you. You were trying so hard to keep your budding sickness in check, but you guess it wasn't good enough. Chrollo could clearly see that something was off.

The two of you were at an important meeting with the phantom troupe. He had told you about it a week prior, saying that you had to bring all the information you managed to steal at your ‘new job’. While it was posed as a friendly catchup meeting on the outside, they were discussing how to pull off possibly one of the biggest thefts of their lifetime, and Chrollo was hoping to get down to business as soon as possible. Subtlety, of course. Chrollo was nothing if not a master manipulator, you knew that first hand.

When you had started to feel unwell the day before, you did everything you could to prevent it. You probably downed a whole bottles' worth of vitamin C and medicines, but to no avail. The morning of the lunch date, you woke up in a pool of cold sweat and could barely rip yourself out of bed. You took four tylenol to try and counteract the heat you knew to be a fever. You had to be there for Chrollo. You had to be perfect for him.

When he asked if you were alright, you simply turned away and nodded, not wanting to draw attention away from the conversation he was beginning to have with the phantom troupe.

"Are you sure?" Without warning, he moved a hand up to your forehead, drawing his eyebrows together in concern. God, you knew that the boss hated showing affection in-front of others, but couldn't help but lean into his touch. "You're burning up."

You opened your mouth in an attempt to protest, but Shizuku beat you before you could utter a word, "If we need to meet up another day, we can do that. You're looking pretty bad, dear."

"I'm sorry," Chrollo apologized, and you said a similar sentiment. "Thank you all for taking the time to be here, we'll restart this meeting shortly. I'm going to get this one home."

He got up and excused himself from the room, before offering you his arm to grab a hold of. "C'mon, let's get you to bed." He said to you brightly, while still within earshot of the troupe.

After that, he went silent. You could tell he was pissed. It was silent the whole walk to the car, the whole way home. A part of you wanted to say something, but the apprehension from disappointing him and the roughness of your throat let the quiet thicken.

As soon as he closed the door of your shared apartment, he sighed loudly. "That was going so well," he said wistfully, still staring at the door. "Why didn't you tell me you weren’t feeling well? I wouldn't have brought you."

"You needed me there," you countered, though you knew what you were going to say was barely a good excuse. "I'm the one that got information on how to infiltrate the buildings. I had to be there to give you the documents I stole."

You saw him work his jaw before turning to you. "Go to bed. The sooner you recover, the sooner we can focus of our mission."

You didn't have the desire, nor strength, to argue back at him. You padded off to your bedroom to collapse your aching limbs, hearing the sound of cabinets opening from outside the room.

A few moment later, Chrollo walked in with a tray of medicine. He set in on your bedside table before looking at you.

"Up," he ordered gently, and grabbed a glass of water.

When you propped yourself on your elbows, he cradled the back of your neck with one hand, while pressing the cup to your lips with the other. He stayed there until all the water was gone. You looked up at him as he set it back on the tray. He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, meeting your gaze. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and you leaned into his welcoming warmth.

He reacted quickly, apparently not enjoying the openness in which you were receiving the affection, he removed his hand got up.

"I'm going to go back to the meeting. Text me if you need something," he said coldly, shutting the door behind him.

His no.1 goal is for you to get better as quickly as possible. He needs you to be well so you can both continue to work towards greater things. He's attentive in the same way a nurse is, doing the tasks he needs to do for you quickly before leaving off to do other things.

He keeps his distance from you as best he can manage. He has a troupe to guide after all, he's got better things to do than to get sick! But, as mentioned, he's going to take the time to care for you until you're better. If you ask really nicely, he might stay in the bedroom with you and read. The sound of papers flipping and candles flickering.

If he's reading or researching things for the mission, and knows that you're bored out of your mind, he might come in and read to you. His voice is really pleasing to listen to.

A touch more gentle than he usually is, it's barely noticeable, but it's definitely there. He's less abrasive at times, tending to you so you can get better. He says it's because he wants you back to full health so that you can accompany him, but the way he fixed the sheets and tucked you into bed begs otherwise.

He's Chrollo Lucilfer. Everything has a ulterior motive, and for the most part it's going to be getting you healthy so he can have an extra set of hands. But, he's still at least a little empathetic, he understands that you're in tiresome pain and you need his help in order to recover. In some ways, you depending so heavily on him could feed into his ego, which might make him more doting.

#hunter x hunter x reader #chrollo x y/n #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo headcanons #chrollo fic #chrollo lucifer x reader #chrollo hunter x hunter #chrollo fluff #hunter x hunter x y/n #hxh x reader #kuroro lucilfer #sick reader #hxh headcanons #hxh x y/n #hxh fanfic #chrollo x reader

[rosesradio]

Piper McLean in Ceaseless Eve: Let's Discuss

⚠️ The following contains spoilers for any & all of Ceaseless Eve ⚠️

At first, I was not planning a whole lot for Piper.

Of course, I didn't want to do nothing with her, leaving her to be essentially a cardboard cutout carried around by the boys as a prop for 90k words. She was there, and she was cool—the girl that knew what to do around the pegasi, the girl that Leo crushed on but never had a chance with. But as I continued to write with her and discover more about how she fit into the story and the ceaseless-verse in general, I realized that she wasn't laid back at all. It was a facade, and she was terrified.

I hadn't planned her arc, it kind of formed on its own over the course of the story.

Piper is a character who spends this story recovering and reassessing her past. She's very similar to Leo in that way, as she had an uncertain grasp on her abilities and how they fit into her life and who she wanted to be. But unlike Leo, there comes to be a point when she reaches a certain age, where she is able to identify the implications of her abilities, and how she can control others...and yet she uses her abilities anyways to get what she wants.

Piper is a selfish character in her youth, a person whose development is altered as she is used to continuously getting what she wants. It isn't until her early teens that she begins to realize that by continuously using her Charmspeak, she is taking away the free will of others, especially people she cares about. She begins to realize that most of the people in her life don't actually love her or even like her. She realizes she's never actually had a real friend that she had not manipulated before.

"I have what I need now. I know my Charmspeak is a gift, and I should use it in emergencies. And, I mean...I made some real friends while I was here. I didn't have to ask you, or Leo, or Hazel to be my friend using Charmspeak. You guys really like me..."

—Piper McLean, Ceaseless Eve, Chapter 20.

(As I'm writing this I realize with a bit of bitter humor that fandom really doesn't like selfish female characters. In Piper's arc, even at the beginning of CE, she is opposed to using her abilities for malicious intent at her point of introduction. I'm very grateful that many of CE's readers understood her nuance and loved her in spite of her past and flaws. Not everyone did. I can't help but wonder how different the fandom would see her/her arc if she were a boy, but alas...)

The only person who remains there for her is her father. She stopped using Charmspeak on him altogether quite a while before she stopped for everyone else. Though she felt tempted to in darker moments, she also found he was easy-going, and some of the only honesty she had experienced—good or bad.

That is, until her dad became busy, and the paparazzi buzzed with a nervous, unsettling energy—and Hollywood was going to Hollywood.

So, Piper tried to pull him away in the only way she knew how—using her Charmspeak to get into trouble. It is at this point where her character arc aligns the closet with canon and the familiarity of other demigod arcs: she steals the BMW, gets sent to the Wilderness School, though she escapes after a monster attack and makes her way to CHB with the help of a dove from her mother.

It was then that she met Nico.

One of the most important aspects of Piper and Nico's stories is their relationship to each other. She comes to CHB in search of protection from monsters, an escape from her previous life, and a restart. Despite how hardened Nico can be, it wasn't hard for her to become friends with him due to a moment of vulnerability after a monster attack. They become an outlet to each other, even if it's not often that they delve into things that are too serious. In a way, their friendship is an opportunity for them to both be normal teenagers in a world that does not often provide that peace for demigods.

As the group started towards the camp's entrance, Piper grabbed Nico's arm. "That was the longest car ride I have ever been subjected to in my entire life." She whispered, and her eyes displayed the extent of her suffering. Nico, suppressing a laugh, allowed her to link her arm in his as they headed up the hill towards home.

—Ceaseless Eve, Chapter 18.

Piper's friendship with Leo is also particularly important to the ceaseless trio's dynamic. Although I wrote Leo as less of a, uh, ladies man from the start, I contributed his friendship with Piper as the thing that broke him out of his desperation for a girlfriend. They are able to be open with each other easily, vulnerable from the start in a way that most demigods are due to their environment. Piper is seen as easy to talk to, so if she is friends with Nico, how bad can Nico be?

Overall, her arc comes to a close with her decision to go back to her dad. Admittedly, this is partially done to follow Richard's "rotating cast" method, but also because I feel it is best for her character. By resolving to only use her Charmspeak in emergencies, and by making friends by simply being herself, she builds up the skills needed to get back out there and mend things with her father. There might be even more mortal-type adventures in store for her in Hollywood, though we will have to wait and check in on her in Ivory Rain.

Bonus: a small fashion tip from Piper: the color-changing eyeshadow ✨

I love Piper's color-changing eyeshadow ! I decided to alter the canon of her eyes changing color like a kaleidoscope; I've heard in the past that it was an element of HoO that did not age well or was problematic, though I don't think I am the right person to delve into why that is. I decided instead to have her eyes stay brown, and gave her color-changing eyeshadow. Where did she get it from? Her mom? Iris? That's up to you. ✨

Bonus character! Apollo: Let's Discuss

Apollo has always been one of my favorite gods—he's kind of the Barney Stinson of the bunch; you feel like you should hate him, but he satirizes the things you'd hate about him so well, you can't help but feel the opposite.

I knew from the initial plot points that I wanted something to happen with "kidnapping the sun" and a dark aesthetic, think Titan's Curse. Still, I will admit that the bit about him falling for a trap at a music festival came a bit later than I'd like to admit. It does sound like him though, lol.

From what I have seen of canon, Apollo seems slightly more caring than other godly parents of the series. That's one of several reasons why I had him be Sarah's godly parent. Also, I made a few comments throughout the story about how uncaring Apollo might seem about demigods that aren't his kids. In spite of this, I'd like to think he does care about all demigods at the end of the day, especially heroes that have helped him out. He's still a bit of an asshole, but hey, maybe he could return the favor and help out our friends in Ivory Rain.

#piper mclean #valdangelo #pjo #apollo #nico di angelo #leo valdez #CE DVD bonus features

[worstghost]

STOP I literally love those two extremes of him!!! I started out with really really loving the soft!konig (I still do, esp soft!doms have my heart tbh) but then I discovered some very amazing stories on here which are very much on the darker side and I was like 😨👀, this better not awaken anything in me (plot twist: it did. Several of things🥴)

But whichever flavour it is, there has to be some serious pining, an underlying and intense feeling of possessiveness and that ride or die mentality. I think that even in his softest version, this man wouldn’t shy away from killing for you and feeling justified to do so because to him, you are the world and he will not let anything get in the way of you being his.

Okay you got me, let's talk about creepy obsessive König. I restarted this a hundred times because I couldn't decide how far to go with it hmmm. This is messy because I have too many thoughts to put here but I'll definitely be making a second post about it lol. I love weird pervy König so much tho

♡König walks you to your barracks room every night, telling you it's just polite, he's just being kind, and it's not like you know any better to argue. He's practically your shadow.

♡He loves to quietly slip into your room behind you before you can close the door and you decide you don't really mind it. The first time you were embarrassed to let him see so much of your personal space, but it happens so often now you're not too worried.

♡You tell him to make himself comfortable and he squeezes on to your dingy roller chair by the desk, ignoring the groans it makes under his weight.

♡He watches you go around the room, cleaning up and pretending like you're not always this messy. It's so cute to him. He sees your room even when you're not there, he knows what it looks like.

♡You apologize and tell him you need a shower badly, it was a busy day training with 141 and you're gross.

♡His knuckles dig in to the arm rests at the mention of your teammates, but he quickly recovers, shooing you away to the shower.

♡König loves being alone in your room, getting to dig through your things and drawers. Picking out bits and pieces from your dirty laundry. It's not creepy, as far as he's concerned you put your favorite pair of panties on top just for him.

♡He's sure that most of the things you do are for him actually. The shy smiles, the embarrassment when he catches you off guard. It's all just to make you more endearing to him, you're playing the same game he is.

♡And when you peek out of the attached bathroom in your towel and ask him to turn around so you can change, he does so. Subtly angling the cosmetic mirror on your desk to see behind him, watching to see what you pick to wear to bed that night.

♡Oh those are some small shorts. No underwear? You're just teasing him now.

♡You'll go and sit on the bed and comb your hair out, asking him about his day. How sweet of you.

♡He'll fidget with the panties in his pocket and tell you to go first, he wants to hear how your training went. Whether or not he needs to have a problem with your Lieutenant if he pushed you too far.

♡The conversation dwindles and he just watches you, eyes moving between your lips, your legs, seeing how you blush under his hungry stare. He can smell your shampoo, your sweet brown sugar body wash.

♡He likes it a lot really, but he loves when youre finishing a gym session or your nightly run and he gets to see you disheveled, sweating and huffing to catch your breath. It drives him crazy, gives him so much to think about at night.

♡He's just waiting for you to make the move. He knows he makes you squirm, makes you nervous and jittery. All he needs is for you to do something about it and then you're his.

♡Until then he's more than happy to be your kind and shy friend, the one you invite to your room every night, the one you don't question when things go missing. The one who makes sure no one else comes near you.

#anon ask #cod mw2 #könig headcanons #König #konig cod #imagine #call of duty #x reader #cod

[violetevermore24]

The Aftermath

I wrote my first Restart Heart Fanfic ! This takes place after the wedding shower disaster, and the fact Kenneth cheated on MC. Though, I'm using my own MC, Eleanor Dust, for this fanfic.

I thought it would be interesting to explore a different what if scenario that connects to my OC's characterization. Also, this had a lot of lore dumps about Eleanor's character and her relationship with her family, so I hope you guys enjoyed it! Please check out the game and support the dev! @restartheartvn

Content Warning: Psychological abuse, mentions of child abuse, cheating (Because it's Kenneth), angst

Everything stings, and she felt like vomiting - Appearances be damned. Eleanor couldn’t stop the salty tears flowing down her porcelain face. It felt like the world had stopped and crashed into millions of pieces like glass the moment the news of Kenneth's affair with her sister met her ears, and since then, she couldn’t stop weeping until her eyes became red and puffy. To add insult to injury, it all happened during the wedding shower - The day where it was meant to be the most happiest day for her, but it turned into the worst day she had in all her years being adopted into the Dust family. 

She choked and sobbed into her white and pastel blue dress that had been stained with her make-up, while hugging her knees as a source of self-comfort. After the chaos that happened in the event, she left to the only place where she felt she could be alone and calmed down after a long day. Not bothering to inform anyone, including her family, where she had run off to. The trust she had on Kenneth and Sarah were turned to dust in a blink of an eye. Any love she had for the former was gone and replaced with disappointment, grief and anger. 

Why did he do this to her? She, Steph and Kenneth had been together since they were toddlers. He should know how Eleanor functioned, yet he chose to throw away any chances of him recovering their relationship (if there’s any) the moment he slept with Sarah. Even so, it doesn’t ease the deep scars in the young woman’s heart.

The cold air hugged Elanor’s small figure - almost comforting in a way, as she slowly stopped crying. There were no more tears to continue. And for the first time in a long time, she felt broken and weak. The proud and outgoing persona she had worn like a second skin had crumbled, with only the figure of vulnerability and emptiness left behind. Where did everything go wrong? She thought to herself.

If she had to choose one amongst the collection of memories, she would have chosen the day Arthur had to leave the household - not by choice. He was like a second parent to her - despite working as a nanny for her and Sarah whenever their parents were too busy, he was willing to shower the two girls with care and affection like any parents would. It was one of the only moments Eleanor was happy with Sarah without feeling jealous of her. The white haired woman found it ridiculous that he was more of a mother than her own adopted mother will ever be to her - not that she had complaints.

Her adopted mother always had high expectations on the eldest, mostly to meet the standards of what someone from the Dust family should act like. It was more like she was trying to mold her daughter to mirror what she was today - Strict and always “perfect”, completely blinded with what she’s doing is wrong. Hypocritically, the older woman never did the same towards Sarah and instead spoiling her like she could do no wrong.

It led to many arguments between the married couple, that Eleanor could still hear her mother’s shouting echoing in the hallways. Neither of them acted like a couple - in private at least, but it wasn’t a surprise as it was arranged, and her father never intended to marry.

Eleanor should’ve hated her guts, but didn’t. For all her mother’s controlling behavior, she couldn’t bring herself to do so. If she had to pinpoint how she felt towards her mother, it was pity, sympathy and some fear. Pitying her mother’s toxic mentality from having been raised in such a way, sympathetic about it and the fear of how she would react if Eleanor behaved out of line. The last thoughts made her shudder from fright. 

Oh gods, she would do anything to not remember the day her mother shouted at her for bringing a bouquet of Sarah’s favorite flowers that she picked from the garden to show it to the girl, who was sick in bed, back when they were still kids. 

Christ, Eleanor still remembered how Sarah cried and begged their mom to not be angry at her older sister despite the coughing fit she’s having. Rather than apologizing to the older sibling for being too harsh on her, the woman placed her attention to comfort the sick and crying girl with gentle coos and whispers that the former would only dream of. Then, another argument ensues between the two adults outside the room.

As much as the eldest tried to desperately understand her mother’s point of view, she would only remember the worst aspects. Eleanor still vividly remembered what her mother always said to her throughout the years of living with. Those honeyed words that had haunted her for years. Wishing to the Gods she could forget all of it. 

“I’m doing this for you, Eleanor. Please understand that I love you and everything is for you” 

“You can’t eat any sweets. It’s bad for you. Don’t worry, I prepared something healthier for you” 

“Please don’t forget to take your vitamins, Eleanor. It’s for your health”

“Sarah isn’t like you, so don’t be selfish. You must be considerate of others, young lady”

She hugged her knees tighter against her chest, in silent cries of those words echoing inside her mind. Never had she felt like a weight was lifted off of her since the day she was old enough to move out of the massive house, but she couldn’t escape the family meetings she had to endure - no matter how much her mind and body screamed at her to not go. 

Just when she thought she was going to spend the cold night next to the fountain by herself, she felt a heavy yet warm coat wrapped around her like a blanket to shield her from the outside world. The smell of expensive cologne hits her nose, indicating her who the coat belongs to: Her dad, Lucian Dust. 

“Ella…” His rare gentle voice met her ears, but she didn't look up from her position. She didn’t want to show him how broken she had become. The thought of disappointing him overrides her needs to be comforted. “Eleanor, please… Look at me” He begged, when was the last time she heard his voice become vulnerable - almost like he was going to cry. 

He had always put up an air of respect around him. Despite having an aloof and stoic face, Eleanor knew that he had a soft heart for her and Sarah. Even willing to use his free time to spend time with his family. It was the reason, she saw him as her main parental figure.

A prideful dragon who valued the people he cared above all else. Even having to waste his time arguing with his wife over her parental methods.

Hesitantly, she slowly raised her head to meet his violet eyes that showed nothing but gentleness and worries from a parent to his broken daughter. Lucian couldn’t care less about his image - even in a place where the 2 families were in, his daughter needs him. He knew her well enough to know where she would run off to, and followed after her without looking back. 

If he could reverse time, he would have stopped her from falling in love with Kenneth. He mentally scolded himself for not preventing her feelings bloomed earlier. Now he had to witness the consequences of it.

Seeing her in this state broke his heart. So he didn’t hesitate to embrace her small figure, while caressing her back in a soothing manner the way she liked it. Allowing her to break down into another wave of tears against his chest, while venting out this nightmare as she hugged tightly onto his formal blouse. 

“Cry as much as you want, my dear. I will be here with you, always” It was simple, but it was enough for her to feel slightly better. He was her anchor - the hope she held so preciously in her heart besides Arthur. 

“I-I’m sorry- I-” She choked, as she held onto him tighter. The desperation and fear of disappointment was overwhelming that it hurts. 

“No, don’t apologize” He cupped her face with his free hand, so she would see the firm yet caring eyes he held for her. “You had nothing to apologize for, and it will never be your fault” He firmly stated, as he wiped away her tears. 

By the time she finished crying, she had passed out from exhaustion. Lucian gently carried her princess style to his car, then carefully tucked her in the back seat. He can think on what to do with Sarah and Kenneth later, for now, Eleanor was his priority. And no one can pry him away from that. 

With a tired sigh, he started the car. His destination was her apartment. Hopefully, her roommate, Chris, would be there.

#restart heart #restart heart vn #restart heart Kenneth #restart heart Sarah #restart heart sugar #restart heart fanfic #angst all around #man do i love complex emotions

[idrellegames]

Wayfarer Dev Log 2022.10.01

Hi friends,

September was a busy month! There was a lot going on, both in terms of writing development, patches, and community events.

I am mostly recovered from Covid. I am still struggling with long-term aftereffects (the brain fog is no joke), and this has impacted my ability to work. I am taking things as easy as I can and trying not to be too hard on myself for falling behind schedule.

✦ THE PUBLIC BUILD [VERSION 1.1.2. PATCH 2.4]

Patch 2.4. has been released! This is an extremely important patch, which fixes a number of gameplay and continuity bugs, updates the UI, and adds a whole new branch to the Aeran fight in Episode 2.

If you have not done so already, please read the patch notes. This patch will affect your save files. To ensure your playthroughs do not have errors later in the game, check the patch notes to determine whether you need to restart your file from a certain point.   

❗❗ IMPORTANT ❗❗

If your MC was not drunk and your approval with Aeran was below 60 before the fight, you will have to replay the end of the episode. You must start from the Lethalis meeting scene (doesn’t matter where in the scene) or earlier, otherwise you will encounter continuity errors in Episode 3.

✦ THE ALPHA BUILD [VERSION 1.1.2. PATCH 2.4]

Episode 3 is in progress. Episode 3 Scene 1 is currently around a cumulative length of 123,745 words. This new content has not been added to the alpha build.

I am roughly two months behind schedule, but I am hoping to get caught up in October and update the alpha build at the end of the month or during the first week of November.

✦ ON THIS BLOG

Wayfarer’s 1-year anniversary was on September 9th. Huge thank you to everyone who participated in the anniversary creative prompts! It was so much fun to see your creations.

The anniversary giveaway is now closed! The winner has been drawn and contacted, and will receive their permanent access key to the alpha build.

We’re making a 2023 Pin-Up Calendar! I’m so excited to be working with a group of wonderful artists on this. The calendar will feature a range of companion characters, romanceable characters, fan favourites, and hot villains. Due to time constraints, the calendar will be digital only. We will release it for free in January 2023, with the option to donate. All proceeds will be donated to an LGBTQIA+ charity (to be announced later in October).

✦ ON PATREON

Hearth & Home, Pt 1. A side story set at the Spire a year or so before the Prologue. Features Rindan Cenric and Amali Sero, and gives a little look at what Wayfarer life was like before it all went terribly wrong. Pt 2 will be released in October. [Wayfarer tier and up]

Arathian Fashion: a Primer. An article on clothing and styles seen in the game. Serithans, abberans, underwear, outer wear, footwear – it’s all here! [Apprentice tier and up]

Bi-weekly progress reports [all tiers]

Sneak peeks of Episode 3 content [all tiers]

If you’ve enjoyed Wayfarer, used my tutorials, or would like to support my work, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons receive access to the alpha build, a private Discord server, exclusive previews, bonus content, side stories, and other benefits.

Wayfarer is a passion project and creating it is a full-time commitment. Any little bit goes a long way to help me bring it to fruition.

If you aren’t in a position to support financially, reblogs, shares, ratings and comments, and spreading the word about the game are much appreciated and do a lot to help me out! 💕

#wayfarer #wayfarer if #dev log #interactive fiction #interactive novel #twine #twine game #indie game #cyoa #announcements

[fabdante]

Alright so, I've never really lived in a big city before and thus know fuck all about them. What kind of city is Limbo city and how do you tell? What markers do you look for? What do you think the people that live in Limbo City are like?

Ok so this got kinda long because I've thought a lot about Limbo City for my yet unfinished very long multi chapter Kat and Vergil prequel asdfghjk

I think what we see of Limbo City in game is pretty flexible in interpretation. I've seen a lot of different interpretations and head canons of what sort of city it is over the 10+ years the reboot has been around.

For me, I tend to imagine it as a great lakes city rather then a more classic, big city that we see in a lot of TV shows and movies (like New York or LA or something). My reasoning for this is it just has a lot of the look and feel of a lot of these cities to me. There's a lot of big cities on the great lakes in the United States that were big industrial cities at the turn of the century but, for a lot of reasons, fell into disarray. This is usually big companies leaving for other places, going bankrupt, or just making unwise financial choices which crush the city because they tend to rely on a small group of businesses for their economy (a good example being Rochester, New York which was the home city of Kodak and Kodak had been it's big employer for decades until Kodak failed to move to digital film and fell into financial free fall, leading to mass layoffs and high unemployment leading the city to suffer majorly economically and it has yet to recover.)

Part of my reasoning for this is Limbo City looks like it was largely built up a long time ago. Now, this is definitely influenced by the fact it's based off of Italian artist Talexi's home city, so it's influenced by an old Italian city which is going to look older then like...something like New York City. But we have strong reason to believe that the game is like, set in the United States, so the reason much of it might look old is just the fact there hasn't been a lot of new building projects. There's a lot of disrepair in Limbo City also which happens to cities as they begin to fail financially. Like, there are new and very modern buildings in Limbo City don't get me wrong, we see them (Silver Sacks Tower in particular comes to mind) but it also just has so many of these very old buildings that are just so intricate that it just seems like they were all built at a time when the city was far more profitable and could afford such glamor projects.

Another bit of this reasoning is something I've mentioned before but just something about the Order complex to me feels like abandoned industrial buildings in a long since abandoned industrial quarter of a city. These sorts of buildings tend to become abandoned and subject to two things: urban explorers and (usually failed) government funded projects to reutilize the space.

Which ties into the previous points because cities on decline like this looooove potential job attractors which I argue whatever Vergil's cover for the Order could fit well into that. Cities like this need things to attract jobs and high paying jobs to restart their economies and attract new people and keep people already in the city there with new opportunities. They often like tech companies for this because techs big and it pays big and it attracts people to a city who then have to spend money in that city. And Vergil had to buy these buildings under some sort of cover so like, it makes sense to me that he is playing the Order off like a tech start up and this is just their weird, quirky, base of operations.

Anyway, carrying on. The reason I strongly identify Limbo City as a former industrial center is just a lot based off Vibes asdfghjk I've lived around and been to a lot of former industry cities which suffered for various reasons and now like, no longer are what they used to be and it just really gives off that vibe with how everything is in disrepair, how much of it is abandoned, and the general demeanor of the people living there.

And an even more uh...Vague reasoning as to why it just feels like a great lakes city to me is the general way the climate feels? Like, I know I know, it's a video game I can't really gauge the weather asdfghj we don't even know when the game takes place. But the way the real world is colored and designed, it gives this very particular like...cold energy. Like a sort of mid fall. When the weathers in flux and you have a lot of variety in what you can wear but the chills starting to sink in. It's just similar to how weather is by large bodies of water.

The pier also like, we know there is some large body of water here but they never specify what but nothing about the city implies that it's an ocean city really. Like I mean, it could be, but for example Bellview Pier never really capitalizes off being attached to the ocean. It's just a pier attraction. Which is why I kinda gravitated towards the great lakes idea. There's a lot you can do on the great lakes and they are attractive to both locals and visitors but they're not, you know, the ocean.

I think the people of Limbo City, from what we see of them, largely seem to keep to themselves and are probably largely just trying to get by in a city that is leaving them behind more and more. They're probably a stubborn people, strong willed, there's probably a good sense of community in various areas. I like to think it's a large melting pot type of community with people from all over, as great lakes cities tend to have a long history of fostering immigration and taking in refugees. It's just definitely a city struggling at the moment.

#fab talks #fabtalks #ask #dmc reboot #long post

[dystopianam]

I have a very serious problem with starting projects and leaving them halfway and picking them up again at random moments in my life.

It will surprise you but I play too?? If you want to know more in detail what saves I have look below the "read more" 💀

My old saves

My Maxis Uberhood and Nekojima (lovely neighborhood) used to be my only saves but...

Nekojima: I somehow corrupted Nekojima in a strange way (it was perfectly functional and I could continue to use it, but the children... they had attraction for adults and the elderly and the sims had attraction for themselves too, I mean, it was a very strange thing and which created discomfort. I didn't do ANYTHING to corrupt the neighborhood, but evidently something must have gone wrong when I started installing any type of lot (unaware that people didn't clean them from the sim references and that there was the worst shit inside).

My Maxis Uberhood: on the other hand is still perfectly healthy, it doesn't have any kind of problem (in fact I didn't throw it away, I still have the backup and I can use it whenever I want) but I no longer liked the "random" way I used to play. I mean, I played pointlessly by making anyone have children with anyone without a plot and following wants and the whole story was lost.

Then I changed the default of everything, there was the problem of Lindasims cc which corrupted all my saves and therefore I had to go back to using old backups from months ago and FIX everything again, so I simply decided to archive this save and restart it from scratch. (Also because I also had plastic surgeries to some sims that I don't like and I regretted it, not to mention the maxis lifespan that I HATE which made my children grow too quickly and I had them almost adults while the parents weren't even halfway their life.)

My current saves

My NEW Maxis Uberhood: This is funny because I created it but I haven't even opened it yet. I didn't touch ANYTHING because I was distracted by other saves. Mostly I haven't touched it yet because I'm undecided whether to use ALL the neighborhoods or just the usual 3 from the base game. And also because I decorated PV, ST and VV in other saves (the neighborhoods) and I was busy doing that with the intention of then moving the hood decos to the new uberhood too.

My BACC: To be honest this is not a new save. It dates back to the days of the old Maxis Uberhood and is one of the saves infected by Lindasims' cc. What I have now is a clean backup but I have absolutely not touched it since then also because it was also the period that I changed all my defaults and I didn't have the physical and mental strength to fix all the sims and lots. At the time I wanted to fix my old maxis uberhood first which was a bigger project, but in the end I decided to start from scratch and this BACC remained pending. I'm thinking of recovering this save and fixing it during this period when I'm often without internet due to various problems.

Paraiso En Las Rocas: I call this save "my safe save" because it is the only save I can use when I clean up the download folder since it only uses the castaway conversions which are ALL in one folder and the default replacements of hair, eyes and skin, things that I rarely change. This save is almost ready to play. I need to add some lights in the neighborhood (but I'm thinking of not doing it anymore because: the neighborhoods are huge (neighborhoods because I use Paraiso En El Mar as a subhood too) and honestly some terrains are too steep and the lights don't fit well.

Besides this, it would bother me to put outdoor lights in each lot to make the Better Nightlife lights work, it would ruin the aesthetic of the island and the lots are so large that I already have too many problems with pink flashing and frame rate drops, I would like to avoid other problems.

And apart from the lights (which I think I won't put anymore) I have to invent some stories to write in the descriptions of the families of Downtown, Riverblossom Hills and Belladonna Cove (+ some sims from TS3 and TS4) that I added to populate Paraiso En El Mar.

My Early Veronaville: My Early Veronaville is a HUGE PROJECT I created to complement Gutosimmer's Early Pleasantview and Early Strangetown. Unfortunately, having too many custom NPCs (PT & IP) and the SDHB, I can't share it and this makes me very nervous.

Every now and then I've informed here of the progress on this neighborhood, but it's probably been so long that nobody remember anything anymore, so I'll explain better now.

What I've already done:

- I installed Veronaville EMPTY (without sim) from Jawusa as a subhood.

- I installed ALL the Capps, Monty and Summerdream-Gossamer ancestors (ALL, even the spouses' families) obviously all clean copies that were extracted from the clean neighborhoods of MeetMe by a user on MTS. And of the current premades I only installed the generation up to Consort's and Patrizio's childrends because... well, it's an early neighborhood, other generations doesn't exist yet.

- I put the right information on all the sims following the wiki (Aspiration, zodiac sign, interests, personality, DNA and recessive DNA, ALTHOUGH unfortunately the work became even longer because I also had to adjust certain info on the Early PV sims and Early ST because I think Gutosimmer forgot to fix some sims since they had totally random personalities (and I doubt they (I don't know their pronouns) followed the logic of the personality linked to the zodiac signs because it didn't coincide). And for some VV sims that had no personality because they are corrupt in the vanilla game (e.g. Cordelia and Caliban) I had to use my own headcanons.

- I created the family trees.

- I've moved the premades that need to be playable to their respective lots, and I've done a makeover on some lots even though I need to continue them.

- I have already decorated the neighborhood but I think I will replace all the hood decos with the decoration I did in Alt Veronaville.

- I did a makeover to all the sims (ancestors included)

- I wrote descriptions of each family and created the story of the neighborhood with preview Images and everything.

- Now I just have to finish furnishing the lots, create the relationships between the various Sims (ancestors included) and therefore all the rivalries, friendships, crush etches that are needed, create memories and finally kill all the ancestors with their respective types of death. Then everything will finally be ready.

Alt Uberhood: Remember when I said that I left the new uberhood pending because I was distracted by other saves? Well, this is one of those. The ALT Uberhood is made up of the four "ALTternative neighborhoods by Dreadpirate (Pleasantview, Strangetown, Veronaville, and Riverblossom Hills).

At first I just wanted to try Lazy Duchess's "Story Progression" mod with this uberhood, but while I was decorating the neighborhoods and doing sim makeovers I fell in love with this save and decided to play it without the mod (I want to have complete control of It, I will install the SP only when all the premades have children, because I'm curious to see what will happen).

To this neighborhood I added Katatty's Downtown, Katatty's all 3 universities (SSU, LFT & ALT) and as vacation places I will use PlumbTales's makeovers! I like the idea of having an uberhood with only fanmade makeovers without having to worry about having to makeover everything myself.

For now I've finished decorating all the main neighborhoods and makingover all the sims (except the university ones), but I don't know how I could make the university sims ALT. I could put the fandom personality on the Davis twins and then...? Mhh I need a lot of twist

#the sims 2

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2024- Day 3- Extra-Dimensional Being

Glass Cannon

Or, more specifically, Night Action- Monster March Style. With a Jumper twist. Now, while the term Glass Cannon has it's own meaning, this is obviously, a twist on it. And, hopefully, once I finish Monster March. I can go back and finish this. I'm trying extra super hard to stay on track and post these, on time. So I'm doing my best to post at least a part 1 of all of these prompts.

As always, a huge thanks to @borealwrites for their amazing Monster March 2024 prompt list. Enjoy.

Monster March 2024 Day 3- Extra Dimensional Being  

Night Action Monster March Style

Glass Cannon

Teagan pulled into the driveway of her grandparents house and couldn’t help but cry fresh tears. She felt like she just wanted to jump into a black hole and disappear forever. But she also knew her family would jump in to save her, no matter how badly she felt she needed to disappear. 

Teagan felt like her life was in chaos. 

Her partner, fell in love with a client. And her partner and the client practically took her business and all of her customers right out from under her. With no more clients, she couldn’t afford to rent the space. And had to move all of her things out of there and into storage. Her savings dwindled when she tried to restart the business but failed because where she had moved to, while it was good she was unknown, she just couldn’t get a foothold. She lost the new space, and her apartment, all at the same time. So she was essentially homeless, jobless, out of money and out of options. 

Her parents had already been moved to an assisted living community because of dementia and other health issues. And so she couldn’t go to them. 

All of her siblings just didn’t have room in their homes, with their families that always felt like it was bursting at the seams already. She had already couch surfed her few remaining friends and now, the only place left to go, was her grandparents house. 

Her grandma Hyacinth, came out of the house and came to her driver’s side door and opened the door to reach in and hug her. 

“Oh honey, it’s ok. It’s ok. You’re here now. You’re safe and sound. Come on, let’s get you inside.” She urged as Teagan nodded into her grandma’s shoulders and unbuckled her seatbelt and came inside where they had made Teagan’s favorite dishes to give her as much comfort as possible as Teagan sunk down into the dining room chair and while she didn’t feel that hungry before, now that she was sitting here, she realized she hadn’t eaten anything of real sustenance in weeks as Hyacinth scooped big portions onto Teagan’s plate as Teagan began to cry less and less with every bite she took. 

Her grandpa Jude had gone and gotten some help from a neighbor kid to start unpacking Teagan’s car of her things to move her into the guest bedroom. 

“Thank you Grandpa.” Teagan said between mouthfuls. 

“You’re welcome Sweetheart. You just go ahead and keep on eating. Sport and I got this.” He waived off as the young kid seemed to be like 12 or 13. Teagan had known the kid to shovel driveways and mow lawns for the neighbors for the last couple of years and Teagan could only hope he was charging enough to do such things. 

“I just…I just don’t know where to start.” Teagan finally confessed to her grandma. 

“Start fresh. That’s all you can do. Tomorrow will be a new day. And the important thing is, is that you’re safe here. You can rest here. You need to rest and give yourself time to adjust and once you’ve recovered and settled, then you can focus on where you can go from here. Your grandpa and I still have a bit of money in savings. It’s not enough to reset you completely. But it’s enough to buy a seed or two to plant and grow.” She reassured her granddaughter. 

“Here, have a drink. I got a new recipe, I want you to tell me what you think.” She offered as she inched the glass closer to her granddaughter. 

Teagan picked it up and took a sip. 

“Is this…is this a liquid marijuana?” Teagan asked as she could distinctly taste the midori melon liqueur. 

“I like to call it a Lady Green, sounds more sophisticated. I still have a firm no drugs policy, even in name.” Hyacinth waved off in a teasing tone as Teagan snorted a laugh into her drink before she drank more. This was one of her favorite drinks too. Sweet and fruity and lethal as far as alcohol content. Her grandparents were a bit eccentric, but adorable and lovable all the same as Hyacinth giggled with her granddaughter. 

“Have you gone to see Mom?” Teagan asked.

“Yes, she thought I was an old neighbor of hers. Poor thing, quite out of her mind.” She shook her head. 

“Yeah, she had no idea who I was when I saw her either. And Dad, his knee replacement surgery didn’t go as well as he hoped and he isn’t healing like he should. He's practically wheelchair bound now. I’m really worried about him.” Teagan admitted. 

“Me too. But, the important thing is that they are where they will receive the best care and help and support right where they are.” Hyacinth reassured her before her phone rang and she answered it. 

“Hi Hi.” She answered it once she got up and then went to a counter where her tablet was. 

“Yes of course, I’m going to send you the address and the code ok?” She offered before she went and seemed to do a few taps on her tablet before looking back up and away as she listened to who was on the phone. 

“Did you get it?” She asked and smiled and nodded. 

“Good. Have the day you deserve.” She offered before she hung up. 

“Another AirBnB reservation?” Teagan asked. 

“Yes. They come in all the time, both day and night.” She excused as she returned to the table with her. 

“But it’s how we afford to live here and take care of your parents when the facility can’t cover everything.” She sighed. 

“Once you get settled, I’ll take you around to all of them and let you have your pick of whichever one you want though. It’s the least we can do. But it will just take a while for that to happen. You just need to be patient.” Hyacinth offered before Jude got the last of the items and paid “Sport” for the help before Sport happily pocketed the money and bid them goodbye and to call him if they needed help with anything else before Jude came in and sat on the other side of Teagan at the table. 

“Glad to have you home Sweetpea.” He cooed as he hugged her from the side and kissed the crown of her head. 

“Thank you for taking me in.” Teagan offered. 

“Oh don’t say it like you’re some poor orphan. You’re family. You stay as long as you want and as long as you need to- to get your feet back underneath you. You’ve been through enough hell as it is. We don’t need to add to it. We know how much you love your independence and self sufficiency and the blows to your pride to just come to us and ask, have been too big and too tough if you ask me. Just sit back and let us take care of you for a bit. You’re not being a leech or anything. Everyone falls on tough times. This is just yours hitting all at once.” Grandpa Jude comforted and reassured her as he rubbed circles into her back. 

Teagan happily wrapped each arm around each of them on either side of her and hugged them. 

“Thank you.” She thanked them. 

“You’re welcome. Now eat up. You’ve lost too much weight as it is.” Hyacinth insisted once she dumped another spoonful of stuffing onto Teagan’s plate while Grandpa Jude gave her another scoop of gravy for her mashed potatoes. 

It took a while to get used to all the calls that they got, as it seemed like they were getting at least several an hour, as they would get a call and then need to make a few more with each one. Teagan wondered if her grandparents must have had dozens of places that they rented out. But couldn’t find it in her heart to be upset about it. It would hopefully just be that many more options for her moving forward. But she was not about to complain. She had a lot of aunts and uncles that were more or less “adopted” and the family was always going here or there and doing this or that. But her grandparents seemed to be home base and a touchstone for everyone else and how they kept it all straight was beyond Teagan’s understanding. 

After a few more days of this, Teagan seemed to acclimate and began to anticipate the calls and would hand her grandparent’s their tablets or their phones- only moments before their phones would ring as they would be around the house, doing various things and pause to direct the cleaning service they hired to clean the AirBnB’s after each guest would stay as Teagan was just happy to rest, help with meals and cleaning up to let her grandparents continue to “do business”. As it was clear that it was booming for them. Which, she could be happy for them. But also knew, it was a lot of work too and didn’t envy them. But Teagan rather liked all the distractions from what she was dealing with. She still remembered how her grandma liked her tea, how her grandpa liked his coffee and other little things like that. She was happy to play “caregiver” to them, even though they didn’t need that much “care” in that sense. Just the occasional reminder to eat and drink every so often and bring chargers to charge their ever ringing phones and tablets as they would move around their home throughout the day.

“You know Teagan, maybe we ought to train you on how to manage all of this. Your grandma and I might want to really, fully retire someday. And it would be nice to leave this business to a family member who would be able to manage it and make it grow. It’s like you have a sixth sense about it.” Grandpa Jude began as Hyacinth paused to give Jude a meaningful look. 

“I wouldn’t wish the constant phone ringing on anyone in the family.” Hyacinth gently contested. 

“Besides, we already have buyers cued up for our business. Who have been getting their feet wet and are gaining a lot of experience in handling this. I think if Teagan can wait it out for a little while, we can just give her, her share of the sale with everyone else. And really let her build something for herself. And not just continue this never ending cycle. These are supposed to be our golden years Jude. I feel like my mother when she was a phone cable girl, always patching calls through. Being a hub to receive requests and directing them to their final destinations.” She offered with a tired sigh as she tried to get back to her knitting from her last set of phone calls and at least remember to drink her tea while it was still warm. 

“Not that I don’t think you can do it. I just think you can do something more noble and worthy of your time than just managing this tangle.” Hyacinth reassured Teagan. 

“Yeah, I’ll be honest. It’s not my cup of tea. I like my peace and quiet and solitude.” Teagan offered with a polite smile as she lounged on their sofa and read a book as Hyacinth gave Jude an ‘I told you so’ look as Jude rolled his eyes before other calls came in that took their attention once again. 

However, that night, Teagan awoke and frowned when the house was deathly quiet. The phone calls had ceased and when she checked her phone. It was showing something similar to a blue screen of death. No signal, no wifi, nothing. Which was extremely odd. She tried to turn on the light, but the power was out. Which would explain the unsettling quietness. Nothing was on. Not even the clocks on the walls ticked. Something was wrong. Grossly so. Every hair on Teagan’s body stood on end as impending doom grew like a boulder in her gut. And suddenly, she got the sensation that so many people were jumping just outside the home and closing in. Like a pack of wolves. 

Teagan got up and went through the darkened house, and peeked into her grandparent’s room, to see it was empty. Bed wasn’t even disturbed. And just as she was about to go to the bathroom, she heard her grandparents frantically whispering downstairs. 

“We should have moved Teagan yesterday!” Jude harshly whispered as he racked some loads into his shotgun. 

“I thought we had more time!” Hyacinth defended as she was pulling her decorative cookie jars down and pulling weapons and ammo from them and tossing things over to Jude who was at the table loading their ever growing arsenal as Hyacinth seemed to pull more and more weapons that were hidden all around their kitchen! Teagan stared wide eyed and slack jawed. The most dangerous thing her grandparents had ever handled before was a chef knife. Where did all of this come from?

“We need to jump her.” Jude insisted. 

“Except that they will use that to track her that much faster. She can’t jump on her own. We can use our rabbit hole in the closet to get her out of here. Send her to the Fluers.” Hyacinth said. 

“She’s already so delicate, this would break her if we did that.” Jude argued. 

“Then we’ll make her Bullet Proof. I’ll go wake her.” Hyacinth decided before she went to get to the stairs to see Teagan already on the middle landing. 

“Oh good! You’re up. Put this on.” Hyacinth urged her as she brought her to the kitchen and put a backpack on her as Jude was writing something down. 

“What’s going on? Why do you guys have so many weapons? Are we about to get raided or something? Do I need to jump out of here?” Teagan asked.

“No, don’t jump!” Hyacinth sharply urged her. 

“We are going to put you into the closet. The closet is going to portal you somewhere safe, when you get there, get on a phone and call this number and say these exact words in this exact order. And then give them this message. Do not jump and portal back here! Do you hear and understand me, Teagan?” Jude asked once he put the paper into her hands and then held her face in his weathered hands. 

“Yes Sir.” Teagan nodded as tears soon glassed her own eyes. 

“Good girl.” Jude offered with tears glazing his eyes as he kissed her forehead and then left to get something. 

“And do not use your own jumping and portaling abilities once you are through. Because if you do, another jumper will jump through your portal to where you just portaled from. And once they get your portal signature, they’ll be able to track you and hunt you down. Do not, under any circumstances jump to true friends or anyone in the family because the people that are outside and closing in on us, will kill everyone in the family. Even your baby nieces and nephews. You can’t lead this danger to them. Got it?” Hyacinth urged her as she fitted the backpack to her granddaughter. 

“What the hell is going on?” Teagan asked. 

“We don’t have time to tell you. We only have time to save you. Don’t worry about us ok? We’ve been through worse. When this is all over, go to the Fluers. Tell them you’re a consigliere. They’ll give you- your true inheritance. But that’s only after this danger is gone. And you are truly safe ok?” Hyacinth urged her. 

“We love you.” Jude offered before he came up and injected something into her neck as she whimpered and hissed in pain before Hyacinth injected her with something else in the other side of her neck as she looked hurt and betrayed at her grandmother who could only give her an apologetic smile. 

“Go, go now!” They urged as they both shoved her into the closet and suddenly the closet floor vanished and she was suddenly falling and all around her was a blur of light and color as a glass tube seemed to encapsulate her and protect her from around her before suddenly it stopped, but only for a moment, just as she was about to leave the tube, it went again and by the second time it stopped, she tried to get out again, only for the tube to lock and send her again, this time the colors all around her moving in all manner of directions that made her so dizzy. She felt like she was in a roller coaster as her body’s center of gravity seemed to move and switch around before it finally stopped and the tube shattered all around her as she put her arms above her head to keep the glass from scratching her head. As she expected to feel the glass shards cut her hands. But thankfully they just slid off of her like snow. As that was odd. Now, all around her feet was just a ring of snow. 

But that roller coaster of a ride had made her sick but she wanted to throw up. But she couldn’t. She needed to get to a phone. She opened what felt like a closet door to find another house around her as she quickly grabbed the phone to call the number. 

“Yes, go ahead.” She heard a male voice answer on the other side. 

“Hi, Hi, Night Action! Jade. Soap. Ivy. Dove.” She read off the first line that her grandfather had written down. 

“Thank you. Is this Pheonix or Raine?” He asked. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What is going on? Who is this? Who did I call?” Tatum cried as she heard him take a measured breath. 

“What was the name of your primary school?” He asked.

“What primary school? I went to school in the US. Is that like an elementary school or something?” Teagan replied. 

“Ma’am. You’ve called the wrong number. I have to keep this line free.” He tried to dismiss. 

“No! Don’t hang up! My grandparents told me to call you. Jude and Hyacinth Smithenson. My grandparents are in trouble. They portaled me to…I don’t know where, they gave me this paper and told me to say “ Hi, Hi! Night Action!” and then ‘Jade, soap, ivy, dove and to tell you that “the hub is compromised, infiltrated and ambushed and that the hub is being flushed”. But you have to help them! Someone cut the power to their house. And the house is being surrounded and they’re probably after me too! I felt it. At least a few dozen people jumped all around my grandparents house. It was like a pack of wolves!” She exclaimed as she read the rest of the message. 

“The hub was compromised? infiltrated? And ambushed?!” He repeated, in shock. 

“Yes! You have to send someone to help them! They wrote down that they were flushing it though? What does that mean?” She asked before she heard him repeat what she had just told him. 

“What’s happening?” She asked before she heard him tell whoever else he was talking to- the address of her grandparent’s place. 

“What’s your name?” The guy on the other side of the call asked. 

“Teagan, Teagan Smitherson. I’m their granddaughter.” She answered before he seemed to whisper something under his breath that, if she had to guess, sounded like an ‘oh shit’. 

“Teagan. I’m Payton. The phone that you’re calling from, does it have a pie symbol on it, like the  square root of pie?” He asked before she pulled it away and looked at it. 

“Yes.” She confirmed. 

“Press that key. And the phone will tell me where you are so I can send you the right help.” He instructed before she did. But only a few seconds later, she felt a tingle and someone jumped to the middle of the street as she saw the rifle across their chest.  

“Shit, what kind of signal did I just set off? Someone just jumped outside the house!” She asked. 

“What?!” He exclaimed before he started barking off all kinds of codes and orders on the other side. 

“Teagan, I’m just now getting the signal here. Is the place you’re in- have either a basement or an upstairs?” He asked. 

“Both. I think.” She answered. 

“Ok, what you’re going to do is open the door to the basement and then run upstairs. But stay low and try not to get seen. 

“It’s gonna be hard with this backpack on my back.” She offered. 

“Then take the backpack off and throw it into the basement before you go upstairs. Chances are, they’re tracking whatever is in the backpack.” Payton directed her before she did as he told her and opened the pantry, then the bathroom before finally finding the door to the basement and tossed it down the stairs before she quickly and quietly closed the doors and then crouched and went towards the stairs. 

“Ok, the backpack is in the basement, I’m headed up the stairs. Now what?” She asked. 

“Get to any room with a locking door. Lock it and then leave it closed but not inside the room itself. But it’s going to give you time for help to come. Get to the farthest bedroom. Do not lock that door, but hide in the closet.” He instructed her before she heard the other jumper break into the house next door and then, the gun that they had, was being fired. 

“They’ve followed me here, they’re going to the other houses and they’re shooting the neighbors!” She whispered in a whimper from the closet before she heard guns go off form all the houses all around her. 

“They’re shooting all the neighbors! All around me! More jumped after me!” There’s a whole group of them!” She breathed before the door got kicked in downstairs. 

“Shit! They’re here! They’re inside! They’re gonna find me! But Grandma told me not to jump.” She shuddered as tears streaked down her face. 

“Yes, don’t jump. They will follow you. Don’t jump. We just need to get to you first. But for now, be quiet, be as quiet as you can be. But if they get to you first, fight, fight for your life and fight like hell until we can get to you ok?” He tried to coach her before the intruders came up the stairs. 

“You still with me Teagan?” He asked, but all he heard was shuddering breath. 

“Press the pound sign if you can’t talk.” He told her before she did. 

“It’s gonna be ok. Help is only seconds away. I have an entire team coming for you. And they will be in the house in only a second.” He tried to say before she felt the tingle and then suddenly all around her, a whole group jumped into every room of the house and suddenly all the guns were going off before she was in another glass box, this one, not moving but bullets were bouncing off of it. She was essentially a goldfish and in fishbowl. She could see and hear but not escape. She felt so helpless as she heard the barrage of gunfire all around her but was helpless to either help or escape. 

Then, once again, silence before the glass vanished. 

“Teagan? Teagan Smitherson?” She heard her name. 

“Someone is calling my name.” She breathed into the phone. 

“That’s Commander Juno. You can answer her, you’re safe.” He told her as he breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Juno?” Teagan finally answered before the closet door was opened. 

“Hi Teagan. I’m Juno Bexly. Payton sent me here to get you. You’re safe now.” Juno offered as she offered Teagan her hand to help her to her feet. 

“You’re safe now Teagan. That’s Commander Juno. She’s a badass. She’ll take great care of you from here on out ok? You did great. I’m so proud of you. You’re gonna be ok.” Payton offered. 

“Thank you Payton. Thank you for helping me.” Teagan tearfully offered. 

“You’re welcome. Happy to help. I’m gonna hang up now ok? I’m gonna check up on your grandparents.  You’ll be ok.” Payton urged. 

“Yes, please, thank you. Goodbye.” She answered before she hung up the phone. 

“Is the backpack still in the basement?” Teagan asked Juno. 

“No, they got it before we could get here. Half of them jumped out the moment we jumped in. Half of my team is jumping after them and hunting them down. We killed all the others.” She offered as Teagan watched as the dead bodies were tagged and then jumped to somewhere else.

“What about the neighbors?” Teagan tearfully asked. 

“They’re all dead, aren’t they?” Teagan asked before Juno nodded. 

“All for me? All for…a backpack?! What the fuck was in that thing?” Teagan asked before Juno enveloped her into a hug. 

“I don’t know. But backpacks can be replaced. You can’t.” Juno tried to offer. 

“But what about Granny and Papa? Are they still alive?” Teagan asked. 

“I don’t know. I haven’t heard.” Juno offered. 

“But for now, let’s just get you somewhere safe ok?” Come on, I’m gonna jump us back to base.

“Wait, where am I?” She asked. 

“We’re in a suburb of Nashville Tennessee.” She answered. 

“But…But I jumped from Oregon.” Teagan offered. 

“Actually you jumped a hundred and eleven times around the world. Which is why we had such a hard time tracking you and finding you. But now, we’re about to jump to Washington D.C.” Juno informed her before they stepped onto a jump pad. But Juno jumped. Teagan was simply left to stand there. 

“Oh shit. Boss, we have a problem. Miss Smitherson can’t jump.” Someone reported. 

“That’s ridiculous.” Juno answered before she jumped back and tried to jump again. 

“What the fuck is going on?” Juno barked at the others. 

“I don’t know.” They offered before they tried to give Teagan a body tag and the body tag itself jumped, but not her. 

“General Jordan, we have a problem. We can not get the target to jump.” Juno reported into a radio on her shoulder. 

“Try every dimensional jump we can.” General Jordan offered before Teagan was moved from pad to pad as they were all set up around the house. But with no success. 

“What the everloving fuck?” Juno growled. 

“This is not your fault Teagan. This is not your fault. I just have never had any being not be able to jump before.” Juno quickly reassured her. 

“When my grandma sent me, she put me in a glass tube.” Teagan volunteered. 

“And right before you came, another glass tube came around me.” Teagan added. 

“Gods damn it.” Juno hissed in realization. 

“Hey General Jordan. I think have to Glass Cannon her.” Juno informed her superior. 

“Glass Cannon?” Teagan repeated. 

“Glass Cannons is a very, very specific form of jumping. It takes glass from the mirror realm to encase the subject in a bullet proof, perfect case, The only time the glass cannon shatters is when it delivers the payload to a final destination. That’s how you survived 111 jumps with no harm to your being whatsoever, most can’t do more than 20 without getting violently ill.” Juno explained. 

“When I jumped here, the glass shattered. I expected it to cut me.” Teagan answered.

“Where? Where did it jump you here?” Juno asked before Teagan led them to the downstairs closet and the moment they opened the closet, it looked like there was a heap of snow on the floor of the closet before everyone else took a huge step back as Juno pulled Teagan away and behind her.   

“Oh shit. This isn’t normal glass. This is….this is snow glass. It’s the most specialized glass there is. When it breaks, it falls like snow. But it acts like fiberglass to everyone else. Only the most precious world leaders jump and portal in snow glass. Who put you into this?” Juno realized. 

“My grandparents, Hyacinth…” Teagan began. 

“And Jude Smitherson, also known as Raine’s Pheonix, orchestrators of the Central Hub.” Juno finished as she seemed to look at Teagan with more appreciation. 

“Excuse me?” Teagan asked. 

“They are very important people. I’ve never met a family member of theirs. Ok. If Raine’s Pheonix saw fit to send you in snow glass. We’ll…find a way to send you back to safety in snow glass.” Juno offered. 

“I need a snow glass sent here. Target is leaded out.” Juno directed into her communicator on her shoulder. 

“Leaded out?” Teagan asked. 

“It’s a thing for your protection. Your grandparents made it so that no one can jump you without snow glass. And no one can get that and we have to get all kinds of special permissions to even get one.” Juno admitted. 

“Captain, we have a problem. The target is leaded out. And can only be portaled through a snow glass cannon. The only way to bring her in is either we need to get one, or bring her back physically. I will need an envoy.” Juno reported. 

“Now that the target is secured. We need to secure the payload. I need your team to continue to track it.” General Joradan instructed. 

“I can take her back Sir.” Juno offered. 

“No, I need you to lead your team to secure the payload.” General Jordan contested. 

“I’ll go. It’s the least I can do for Raine’s Pheonix.” Payton offered from beside the General who had come into Headquarters once alerted that Raine’s Pheonix and the central hub had fallen. 

“Ok, go.” General Jordan insisted before Payton vanished into a shadow and came out of a second one on the other side as Juno nearly jumped out of her skin. But Teagan had turned her head towards the darkness seconds before Payton got out of it. 

“I hate it when you do that Blackwater.” Juno complained. 

“Sorry. Miss Smithenson.” He offered to Teagan. 

“You’re Payton. From the phone.” Teagan recognized his voice. 

“Yes. I understand that you’re leaded out. Practically bullet proof.” Payton began as Teagan blinked in surprise. 

“That’s what she meant.” Teagan whispered. 

“That’s what who meant?” Payton asked. 

“My grandmother, before she put me in that snow glass cannon. She said she would make me bulletproof.” Teagan repeated as she reached up to rub her neck where her grandmother had injected her. 

“Did she say anything else?” Payton asked. 

“It’s um, it’s just all fuzzy and then a blurr.” Teagan offered. 

“Well, it’s been a rough night. You should be getting some sleep. I’ll get you somewhere safe, away from all of this.” Payton offered as he gestured the shot to smithereens house. 

“Thank you.” Teagan nodded. 

“Do you trust Payton?” Teagan murmured to Juno as she was reluctant to let go of Juno’s arm. 

“Oh yeah. You’re in great hands. Think of me as a first responder and he’s a whole damn Emergency Room, if not- the whole ass hospital. He will protect you with his life. He has some real power behind him, I only have my team. I’m gonna hunt the bastards down and give those caught in the crossfire tonight, justice.” Juno nodded.

“Well, teamwork makes the dream work right?” Teagan reminded her. 

“Of course. Besides, with just you and him, you’ll be able to move to the D.C. Headquarters a lot easier and quicker than me and my team could get you there. One woman being protected by 6 armed body guards in a three SUV caravan is gonna turn some heads. But just the two of you traveling alone are gonna look like a couple on a road trip. No one is gonna give you and him a second thought or glance. You’ll practically be invisible to the average set of eyes. Plus Payton practically sets the standard for asset care. But when I’m done hunting, I’ll come back and check up on you ok?” Juno offered. 

“Ok. Thank you Juno. Good luck.” Teagan offered as she gave Juno another hug. 

“You’ll be ok. You’re in safe hands.” Juno reassured Teagan. 

“Here, since you had to throw off your backpack to throw your scent off. Take this ok? It’s practically a standard issue asset bug out bag. Chances are, that backpack was just a bug out bag. This is another one. It’ll get you by until you can get to home base, ok? You’ll be ok. Don’t be afraid to take and use everything in it ok? Think of this as a gift, one that you never have to pay back ok? Your grandparents most likely sent you with a bug out bag and you had to dump yours to throw off your scent. This is just a replacement,, ok?” Juno offered before she handed Teagan a duffle bag that was handed to her from another teammate. 

“Thanks.” Teagan offered as she took it from her and tried not to fall over when she felt like the bag weighed half as much as she did. 

“Come on, we should get out of here.” Payton invited before he escorted her out of there and into a vehicle parked in the driveway before Teagan got in the passenger side and just stared, rather blankly at her hands with the duffle bag between her feet as Payton began to drive out of there before a series of clean up vans came driving into the cul de sac as Teagan recognized the name of the cleaners. 

“The Wright Clean.” Teagan scoffed when she recognized it. That’s what they were really doing. They were probably always cleaning this kind of thing up. 

But now, how big was this mess that she found herself in now? And how far would go?

#Monster March 2024 #Monster March 2024 Day 3- Extradimensional being #Night Action Monster March Style #Glass Cannon

[and-stir-the-stars]

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@dire-kumori MMMM. EVIL. pure, unadulterated evil you have brought unto my dash, I love it.

Just. Evan trying so hard to reconcile the image of this stranger covered in blood beside him in the next loop, except the memory is so hazy he doesn't know what to make of it. At first he wants to hope that he was wrong and this stranger isn't actually working alongside the animatronics, but the more Ev tries to remember that cycle, the hazier the memory gets. And Evan can't stop thinking about how the very next thing that happened after he saw the stranger bleeding beside him, was getting attacked by the monsters. He opened his eyes and saw the stranger beside him-- just lying there, not even PRETENDING to be trying to help him anymore; the stranger killed himself just to get away from Evan, and he just left Ev alone to die.

When Evan wakes in the next loop, he can't even muster the energy to get out of bed. He knows the monsters will drag him out of bed if he doesn't get up, even without the stranger yelling that particular fact at him, but he can't help but just lay there.

The stranger tries keeping the doors shut alone, apparently having decided to keep pretending to help. Evan still can't get out of bed. He only has the effort to sob: "I can't do this anymore. I don't want to do this anymore. Please just stop!"

Maybe, eventually, Mikey gives up and curls up next to Evan in the bed with his arms wrapped protectively around his little brother. Or Maybe Michael scoops Evan up and tries running them both out of the house. Either way, Evan doesn't have the energy to fight against the stranger's hands on him. Either way, they both end up dead.

And speaking of Evan’s memories being confusing jumbles. Before Mikey tries revealing himself, back when Evan still thinks of Mikey as some stranger, maybe Michael has to listen to Evan beg for "Mikey" to come save him.

Evan doesn't remember who this "Mikey" that he is screaming for is anymore. When Evan was alive, he thought of his big brother Mike as being the adult he was supposed to be able to turn to for help, the person who would make everything okay. Now, dead and stuck in this nightmare, Evan has the vague sense that there was a Mikey in his life, someone who was supposed to be there for him and make everything better. Evan holds onto that single memory, that one vague hope that his mysterious Mikey might help him.

It encourages Mike to risk telling Evan the truth in one cycle, except when Evan learns that the Mikey he's been begging for help from and the cruel Foxy-mask boy in his memories are one and the same...

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Evan is *outraged.* He's dealt with a lot of pain and suffering and betrayal, but THIS?

Evan is in the middle of screaming at Mike thay he can try to be a good person all he wants but will NEVER make up for what he did when one of the animatronics gets past their defenses. Evan doesn't even notice at first; he's still mid-sentence screaming at Michael as the animatronic tears him apart.

Then Evan dies, and the cycle restarts, and Evan Forgets. Except, Michael can't help but notice that Evan never screams for "Mikey" to save him ever again.

And don't get me started on THIS.

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After getting so offended at me calling you a monster, I offer you the chance for a happy ending where Mikey and Evan resolve their issues and move on, and you teAR IT TO PIECES?? FOR SHAME

i mean, don't get me wrong, it's a beautifully horrific ending and i love it, but holy heck. I am going to need 3-5 business days to emotionally recover!!!

Michael slowly fading as he is FORCED to realize he can't save Evan after all. Evan’s hope of finally being at peace savagely crushed, as he is forced to remain stuck in the simulation until the software and hardware his spirit is attached to slowly crumbles with time and too much use.

And the idea of him (and Mike) getting recorded onto Help Wanted is PHENOMENAL.

I'm just imagining Evan cowering inside the Night Terrors/Fnaf 4 section of the game. Despite the lifetimes worth of awful memories he has inside that room, it's the first familiar place that Evan stumbles across, and he craves the comfort of the familiarity of his prison. He much prefers it to the unknown, and he's been stuck in this room for so long that the outside world (or, well, the other virtual recreations of the various games) are too big, too scary, too overwhelming. Besides, Evan has learned from his father’s simulation that bad things happen when he tries leaving this room.

#Excuse me as i get self-indulgent for a moment: i am choosing to believe that an alternate #Ending for this au can tie in what we learned from the GGY reveal-- #That Gregory was in all likelihood probably a victim of the vr headset too #Au of an au in my head where gregory encounters Evan’s spirit in the Night Terrors game #And Gregory agrees to let Evan haunt him. Best friends forever. #Okay self-indulgencies over. I'm not completely sure what glitchtrap is but if g.trap IS william #Then wouldn't it be just awful if manipulative mastermind william found evan and tried to get his son to join him on his side? #Though evan probably has too many trust issues for that to be successful. He takes one look at will and bursts into tears #Someone get this kid to the foxy pirate ride fr. Give him some fun and time to decompress :( #I would also like to point out how mean it would be if evan died so many times in the Nightmare that his #Memory of Mike killing him is all hazy and wrong too. Maybe instead of remembering his first death as a prank gone wrong #(Not that ev saw it as a prank but whatever) evan remembers it as michael *purposefully* feeding him to nightmare Fredbear #Just for an added dose of angst. #Also damn this au needs a name now too... #Nightmare au feels too unoriginal... ig i gotta think about what to call this au now #Also i would like to point out that me calling you a monster was 100% a joke #Just in case that wasn't clear

[linzsaw]

2023: my year in review

1.  What is the most important lesson you learned this year?

To allow myself to be in the spotlight, even if it makes myself and others uncomfortable.

2.  What is the best thing that happened?

(Publically) marrying my soulmate.

3.  What challenges did you overcome?

I learned to set boundaries and choose my peace over the possibility of hurting others, even if that meant I had to say goodbye to some friends.

4.  What new skills did you learn?

Project management. lol

5.  What did you do for your career growth?

Switched jobs, best decision ever. also started my own ugc business which has been really fun on the side.

6.  What did you enjoy the most?

I hate a hate/love relationship with planning my wedding.

7.  What was your favorite moment?

Its hard to choose. There was really nothing better than being surrounded by my soulmate and all our best friends/family in one place, though.

Also, my kitty recovering from a very scary health emergency.

8.  How did you have fun?

I hugged elephants, I danced the night away at my wedding, I made homemade bread, I connected with nature in many ways, four-wheeled through a Thai jungle, I snowboarded, I sang at the top of my lungs with my bffs on a yacht. I mean... the fun times were actually endless.

9.  What new habits did you start?

I worked out regularly the first half of the year and tracked my protein goals. Def need to restart these habits in 2024.

10. What are you the most proud of this year?

Pulling all of that off. Really proud of myself for honestly everything.

11. What did you learn about yourself?

I am capable of more than I could ever realize. All my manifestions come to fruition.

12. How did you live by your core values?

By never becoming complacent, always chasing my goals

13. How did your relationships (family, friends, work) evolve?

Talking things out that happened long ago in the past when I was struggling in life when in survival mode and thus hurting those around me. Having difficult convos with Drew about boundaries and financial goals for the future.

14. What was the best decision you took?

My WFH job

15. How did you fail?

Some of my UGC content wasn't great. It's a learning process.

16. What got in the way of your success?

My limiting beliefs. Not staying consistent with things.

17. What would you do differently if you could?

Stay consistent, be more organized with my routine.

18. How are you different than a year ago?

More fierce, authentic

19. What did you do for your physical and mental health?

Strength training, protein gains, & then switched to a cut so I could fit into my wedding dress lol. Mental health? Oh boy does she need some attention in 2024.

20. Who or what had the biggest impact on your life this year?

Being in the spotlight this year. I don't think I've ever attended to many events in my life that were directly related to people being there to support me. That was a wild experience and It was a bit uncomfy at times...

21. What did you let go of?

Friendships that were not serving.

22. What were the most useful resources you had?

Friends & fam

23. What are you thankful for this year?

Friends & fam

24. What did you leave unfinished?

Cleaning out my ENTIRE home.

25. What was the best compliment you received?

I feel like I only got compliments on my appearance which is kind of sad.

26. If you were to talk about this year like a story, how would you write it?

In a tumblr post

27. How do you describe this year in 3 to 5 keywords?

Adventure. Romance. Lux. Chaotic. Fun.

28. What energised you? what drained you?

Looking forward to events. Setting boundaries.

29. How kind were you to yourself?

For the most part yes.

30. What advice would you give your last-year self?

Don't let anyone make your moment about them.

#aesthetic #2023 #year in review

[lucysweatslove]

Trigger warning for the readmore because body/weight talk. Also: relative weight changes (no exact weight talked about but like, +/- x lbs), weight bias in medicine, my prior ED history.

I've restarted this kinda-journal entry multiple times trying to convey what I mean without rambling too much... idk if this is going to be any different.

For background: A month ago (literally 4/17), I realized I was 13 weeks from school orientation and 14 weeks from when school started. I wanted to establish some better habits, feel better in my body, etc etc, so I set up some actionable desires (eg, eat more vegetables) and turned that into a complex system to bribe myself for specific actionable tasks (eg, rewards for eating 40g of vegetables, brushing my teeth, flossing, going to bed on time, engaging in hobbies, exercise, etc). Although weight was not part of this, I had expected that these habits/tasks would lead to some weight loss. I usually start to lose some weight around this time of year because my normal eating habits transition to more fresh food and lower fat anyway (just my preferences changing with the weather), and being more intentional about water, fruits and veg, protein, exercise, etc usually also results in some weight loss.

Well, after it didn't seem to lead to weight loss the first two weeks, I got worried about health stuff, so I spent another two weeks being more meticulous about tracking so that I had ~DATA~ to back up my concerns, if they were still there and I needed to see my doc.

Monday, I weighed in and had "gained weight" from the week prior (initially up 1.2 lbs from the past week- then after I was awake for a little bit longer I had to use the bathroom and "lost" 0.6lbs from that, so I had "gained" 0.6 lbs in a week). This lead to spiraling of both health concerns and concerns for how my body will be perceived for two main reasons: one, how I look in business casual clothing (if you don't think there are higher standards for a fat person to "look respectable" under societal rules, you have been living under a rock), and two, if my ED will be invalidated in the minds of my preceptors.

Here's the thing with that second one. I wrote about my eating disorder in some essays for my applications. I didn't expect to even get interviews, and there is a "hush-hush" culture in medical education for anything related to mental health. I was very frustrated by this- my mental health history has played major roles in my scholastic history and in how I relate to medicine as a field. So I said fuck it and wrote about it. Now, this has been shared with my preceptors.

Nobody has seen my body, just my face, and this terrifies me. I think they are expecting maybe a slightly fleshy but overall "normal weight" woman- not somebody who is categorically "obese." Part of what I wrote about, and the biggest part of my story honestly, was not being taken seriously because of how I looked. I wasn't thin; my ED was atypical anorexia, which isn't actually atypical but alas, bigger bodies with restrictive eating disorders have been routinely ignored in medicine. I didn't get appropriate treatment. I quite literally had to educate myself, learn to interpret my own labs through the eyes of my ED. I learned how to read EKGs and monitor my blood pressure and quite literally medically manage my own self through my recover. And I had very little psychological support too. It was hell and I am always terrified people will say "you didn't require any support so you never had an eating disorder" just as much as I'm terrified they will say "you are fat, so you couldn't have actually had a restrictive ED. Are you sure you have this right? That you actually are binge-eating and think normal eating is disordered?" (answer to all of that: yes I had atypical anorexia; yes I am sure this is right; no I do not binge eat; no, diet culture is disordered).

So basically, I'm worried about reliving all of that trauma. And because of this, I am having a hard time with the idea that I'm not losing weight "fast enough" to be at a weight/body size that will afford me more privilege in the healthcare space (or at least, being less stigmatized).

When I sat back and thought about it, because of how bodies fluctuate, I have no idea how much weight I've actually lost. I didn't actually weigh myself on "Day 1," 4/17, because the goal wasn't weight loss- I just assumed I would lose weight, if that makes sense. I did step on the scale on 4/13, and then I weighed myself again on 4/21. And these two numbers differed by like 2.8 lbs. I also keep comparing my weight from one weigh-in to the next, rather than looking at it from a whole.

Here's a chart showing weight change from the prior weight in (blue curve, what I've been looking at) and overall change in weight over the last month (orange). "0" is the start date, and the first entry is 4 days before then (the 4/13). The giant drop you see at the end? That's the difference from Monday to today. There will probably be another rise soon too, because bodies fluctuate normally and that's just that.

In essence, I am losing weight just fine, but in my head it's not fast enough and not consistent enough because it will never be fast and consistent enough for me to not be worried about weight bias in medicine- both how I'll be perceived as a patient and as a future provider.

#tw #weight #weight change #fat phobia #weight bias #atypical anorexia recover

[darkiepurple]

Second Chance. (part 1.)

So likeeee...I am officially turning this into a finbin acc because I said so. So basically, like I’ll do a few other things like headcanons, maybe post some art and talk about this AU I have but so far before I post this, I will be giving just a quick little run through on it.

If you will be commenting on this, please do not mention topics of sa as this story will involve nothing of such, I will not be using that in these stories at all due to personal reasons, now onto some trigger warnings and information about this AU:)

In this story, Gwen and Griffin are both 12, Billy is 13, Robin, Finny and Bruce are 14, and Vance is 15. This will not be completely accurate obviously because it’s an AU. The only main romantic relationship that will be portrayed in this will be Finney and Robin, we will see if anything else blooms. The events of the grabber have happened with Finney but not in the way you would think.

This will be a multi part series so this will be pretty long, I am in school so you all will most likely get like one to two pages a week, we will see how busy I am.

Onto the AU, this is the Second Chance AU, Finney wakes up after the events of being at a hospital, mentally recovering from the horrific events he just went through days prior. He truly thought everything was normal, maybe he was safe now. But when he opened his eyes, he was in his bed, not the cold hospital he was staying overnight in. He quickly turned over in his bed to turn off the blaring alarm clock in his ear. His stomach was growling loudly from the previous days with little to no food. He was in his PJ’s and his eyes landed upon his calendar. “No way. This..It can’t be.” April 3rd. He remembers this, the papers were everywhere a young boy named Griffin Stagg went missing. But he was just in the month of November, the very end of November, he can’t be back in April. He didn’t want to go to school, he was scared, He was scared to see everyone- he was scared to see Robin. He tried to sleep the day away, hoping and even praying this was all just a dream. His eyes opened to the sound of his alarm clock going off again, still in his bedroom only to realize the day had never passed and it is still April 3rd. “I’m stuck here.”

Tw: intense emotions, slight paranoia, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of death

It has been weeks. Actual weeks. Not a word, not a whisper of what happened. No one remembers, those kids are still alive. What happened? Where has Finney gone? His head was hung low, his legs were weak. He felt too sick to go to school. Finney would spend hours alone in his bedroom, missing school for days, not even his father would bother him because something was just completely off. It honestly startled Mr. Blake with how quiet Finney has been. How much he flinched now, the nights he wakes up physically fighting. It could only be heard as loud rustling from his room, no verbal sounds were made, no crying, but he was. He just couldn’t voice it.

What happened? Where did Finney go? This isn’t where he belongs. He has everything he could ever want back and he’s wasting it by hiding away in that damn bedroom, rotting away like the pathetic little boy he is. Maybe he should’ve played the game? He wouldn’t be living this horrific nightmare of being completely alone. Not physically but mentally. No one remembers what happened, and it seems as if it hasn't happened yet. It suddenly struck him to look at his calendar and see exactly what day it is, after wallowing away for a while he’s come to realize absolutely no days have passed. It has been restarting over and over and over again. Wasn’t this the day Griffin disappeared? He did the research, he remembered what he was told. But he didn’t quite know where he was, if the others are alive, is he alive too?

Maybe this is his chance. But to do what? What can he really do? Well, he knows what he’s capable of, he knows that for sure, but he isn’t exactly great at escaping but forcefully getting out of something. All this thinking was overwhelming him, all this sudden realization until finally he stood up and lost it. Yanking items off his dresser, pulling the sheets off his bed, even knocking his bookcase over as he screamed at absolutely nothing. This was meaningless, getting angry wouldn’t do anything but it felt right. To violently let out these emotions, maybe that’s why Robin is so comfortable with beating up people, it really is soothing to Finney. 

He stopped completely, looking around at his room which was now a mess, silently taking in the enraged atmosphere. Quiet tears were rolling down his cheeks, no hiccups, no quivering lips, one tear after the other rolled down as he, without any noise, collected himself back together. Quickly wiping away the tears, he spoke out to himself,” I can help them.”

His hands worked quickly across his room, picking items off the floor and placing them back in the places he had knocked them off at. He had to get moving, he had to find Griffin. It was only a matter of seconds before he was clothed in his regular school wear, grabbed his backpack and swiftly made his way out of his bedroom. His father who was oddly off today tried to stop him in order to demand an array of answers to questions Finney didn’t really want to respond to- so he shrugged past him, hurrying himself outside into the open world before grabbing his nearby bike that he almost never uses and got on, quickly cycling away as his father stood at the front door yelling his name.

Despite knowing better, Finney tried to look for flyers of Griffin being missing. There was none to be found as he then hit himself in the head,” Fucking idiot- He hasn’t been taken yet.” It also occurred to him that he doesn’t know where Griffin was abducted at. He could feel a sinking sensation in his chest as he rode down the empty roads, his eyes landing upon a big convenient store, maybe not so convenient but think of it as a,” Has everything you want or need.” Store, since there are also things like video games, toys, and even furniture there. He stopped in his tracks abruptly, almost falling on the ground with his bike. He casually tossed it to the side of the road, not really caring if something happens to it as he ran through the parking lot and went inside the store.

Many things were running through his mind, plans, things he wanted to say, things he wanted to do. A camera, he needs a camera. He doesn’t know why he needs one- actually he does but first he needs to figure out where the hell Griffin is at. Once he finally got to the electronic section, his hands took ahold of a dainty old polaroid camera. They didn’t have much to select from so he went with whatever he could grab first, he was actually satisfied with himself up until he saw the price tag. His eyes widen as he held the camera out, mouth gawked open as he exclaimed,” 50 dollars!!” Before quickly covering his mouth with a single hand, silently apologizing to the people around him who turned to stare.

He doesn’t have that kind of money- well to be honest he doesn’t have any money at all. He felt stupid for thinking he could just walk in here and take a camera without buying it. He needs this camera; nothing can actually stop him from taking this right? He turned his head to look around, seeing that the people within his vicinity have stopped staring. He could just..walk out the store with this, right? Security in the 70′s is just bullshit to be honest, hell they can’t even control Vance. 

His face slightly cringed when he thought of Vance and the last conversation they ever had. He was thinking too much to himself as he slowly backed away from the isle until he pumped into someone- he jumped forward, turning around quickly as his mouth worked faster than his own movements,” Sorry! I didn’t mean to-” His mouth immediately shut as he looked the person before him up and down,” I..hh..hi, Vance..” What the hell is Vance doing here? Alive, to be exact.

“Hi, Pipsqueak.”

It’s definitely Vance. Although Finney didn’t feel scared of him anymore, in fact he was extremely ecstatic to see him, at least not see him with blood on his face or uh, ya know, dead.

Finney may had been happy to see him, but his eyes didn’t linger long- it was still a fresh wound. “Yeah, hi. Sorry I bumped into you, I’m just trying to hurry and get out of here.” Vance cocked his head to the side as he glanced down at the camera in Finney’s hands,” I didn’t know your daddy is made of money.” Vance commented, which caused Finney’s face to drop from surprised to uncomfortable. “No. I just uh...need it. I don’t have any money on me.”

“So you’re gonna steal it?” Finney rolled his eyes at that question before sighing and nodding his head slowly. “I don’t exactly have a choice.” He mumbles. Vance taps his foot on the floor for a few seconds, humming before reaching over and grabbing onto Finney’s arm now dragging the boy off to the front of the store. “H-Hey what are you doing- dude let me go!” Finney shouted which resulted in Vance shaking him almost violently,” Can it pipsqueak, I’m getting you the camera.”

Finney’s face contorted into a look of confusion,” Excuse me?”

Vance stopped close to the front of the store as he slightly leaned over to match Finney’s height before taking him by his shoulders, speaking to him firmly,” Stuff that thing under your shirt now, I’ll distract the cashier and anyone nearby, and you’ll walk out scott free, got it?” Finney stared into Vance’s face, last time he helped him it was for his own revenge, not exactly for Finney- or that’s just how he perceived it. He never really thought that Vance was a good person, after failing school once he seemed too just go downhill and stopped caring about anything and everything. Vance had a reputation of being the classic bad boy in town, ya know? Finney didn’t get to interact with him much but now that he thinks about- when he did, Vance never really had any ill intents towards him.

His face softened towards Vance, quickly shoving the camera under his shirt. “Okay..how do I repay you? Seriously, you have no idea how much you’re helping me right now.” Vance shook his head no,” You don’t now go.” He said, pushing Finney into the direction of the front doors. Finney stood still for a moment silently following behind Vance who made his way to the cashier. Finney then walked past Vance, only to hear commotion of fighting and yelling as he then slouched his back, trying his best to not make himself visibly. His free hand hastily grabbed the handle of the front door and opened it- finally making it outside as he ran off to his nearby bike which was luckily there.

He had to be fast, so he removed the camera from under his shirt and placed it inside of his backpack before getting onto his bike. He looked back at the store only to see two possible secruity guards throwing out Vance from the store, of which Vance backed away from the entrance and then flipped those two men off.

Finney still didn’t understand why Vance just helped him, they had no previous experience together, no reason to want to help each other. He shook his head, ridding himself of such thoughts as he started to ride off, now it was time for the next part of the plan. Find Griffin.

#finney blake #finneyblackphone #finney x robin #griffin stagg #the black phone #vance hopper #pinball vance #the black phone fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #finney the black phone #finbin #finney shaw #multi series #gay #gay gay gay #let him be happy #he just wants his boyfriend and some cuddles

[violetvelourr]

Ok so yesterday I had a huge scare.

It actually started a week ago when one of my artworks crashed, resulting in its loss. I posted about this a bit earlier…

I ‘recovered’ the artwork to the extent possible by doing the most absurd thing ever… it’s not ideal, but only I know exactly how much worse it got 🥲

So as I was working on this Frankenstein, I noticed that Procreate was lagging a little. I’ve been noticing similar behavior for a while and specifically before procreate crashed, but thought it might be just me overusing it and the device needing a reboot to reset the RAM.

Then something else happened: when I exited the artwork to check something in the gallery, I couldn’t open this very artwork again. Procreate just crashed every time while trying to load the artwork. But after it was flattened it wasn’t exactly my biggest artwork, I had around 20 layers (as opposed to 75+).

I wanted to turn on the screen recorder to share my continued mishap with this artwork because it just wasn’t funny anymore. Problems again and again this poor artwork… And theeeeen iPad finally admitted it didn’t have enough storage space to make the recording 🤯 until then - no complaints about space whatsoever.

Naturally upon seeing this, I decided to free up space. But the iPad was lagging as much as ever... So I decided to reboot it, since I still thought it was slow because of the general overload of its RAM.

When I rebooted it… it wouldn’t turn back on. It was just stuck on the Apple logo screen and kept restarting, going into the logo screen and restarted again.

I was surprised how calm I was 🙈 I guess it might have been due to my nervous breakdown on Monday at work… true horror of the realization came later, when it was alright again (spoiler).

So I tried hard reset and anything else that google suggested.

But my concern was that most likely this situation was due to the storage space shortage.

The only thing I had left to try was (1) get it to drain its battery completely then try to charge it and see if it turns on, and (2) wait till I get home and do the “connect to computer with iTunes and update it”.

The first one could work, but the second - if there wasn’t enough space, I doubted it would be able to update (and what would the update fix anyways?).

But I had to try.

So I just let it keep rebooting while I was busy getting through my working hours. I was already looking forward to my day ruined - I was going to review gym that day and then to get manicure. And I already imagined my being nervous the whole time… and then getting home at 11 pm and staying late into the night trying to revive it… and what if it doesn’t work?.. I tried my best not to panic…

So I checked it occasionally just to see that it was still rebooting and the battery was still alive. And then suddenly 3 hours later I discovered Kakashi smiling at me from the lock screen! 🙈 it was back alive!!!

I still don’t know wtf happened. There was only one time while I was rebooting it when it loaded up to the lock screen, upon which I rushed excitedly and tried to unlock it with the password, but then it blinked purple and went into rebooting mode again!

So this time I was super cautious and slow. No haste movements 🙈 And it indeed was back and I was able to get in and begin freeing up storage 😮‍💨

Oh by the way now it keeps notifying me that it needs specie even though I’ve already cleaned it up significantly… 🤦🏼‍♀️ very timely…

So… moral of the story: don’t allow this to happen. Check the available storage space and when you have 1-2% left - do take the time to free up space.

Not to mention backing up your device. I have trouble backing up mine, like for some reason the backup process can literally last a day, and since I need to have the iPad around me at all times (even if I don’t use it) I can’t just leave it for a day 🙈🙈🙈 so usually I put that off until the very last chance, like a mandatory backup before I go traveling… the last time was in February before I went to Mexico. You can imagine how much I could have lost 😖

Anyways… don’t repeat my mistakes… be wise 🙈

#iPad #procreate #artist’s nightmare #scared the shit out of me #all’s well that ends well

[crawledoutofmordor]

// Need to restart my laptop and recover from being out, it was super busy today and there was a new person so that took a lot of my energy. I got a few replies out hopefully I'll be able to get a few more out soon.

#ooc || out of clownery