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waterfallofspace · 11 months

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30 + 46 for v/ashw/ood (with v/ash sneezing) if you feel like it? I love what you’ve been writing for these!

Thank you for the ask, non!! and I'm so glad you've been enjoying them~~ Here is some V/ashwood, and I decided to make them actually an item for this one just for the heck of it, so hopefully that's acceptable hehe~ (Not confirmed dating, but they do kiss, so you can think of it as 'actual boyfriends' or just 'they kiss but haven't talked about it', whatever you would like!) 1.8k, prompts 30 and 46, story under cut! 30. “What’s got you all worked up?” 46. Touching their nose leading to a sneeze (References to swearing and tiny mention of drinking, just in case anyone doesn't like those!)

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“ketNG’uhh-!”

“ehTDGnn’huh-!”

"hh’nGkT-!”

By the third, Wolfwood’s book is forgotten on the table, attention solely on the spiky haired man lounging on the couch next to him. In response to his intense gaze, Vash blushes, then raises a fist to crush his nose as another breaks through his defenses.

“haH’EnxgD’uhh-!”

“Are ya almost finished, blondie? My reading is slightly disturbed by the constant noise.”

A sheepish grin is the response, Vash pawing at his nose once more in what Wolfwood can only assume is an attempt to starve off further interruptions. ‘I don’t think he’s sick, he’d be practically quarantining himself to avoid getting us all sick like usual by now.’

“Yeah- yeah, sorry. I’m all done.”

“If you say so.”

Just as the book enters Wolfwood’s hands he hears Vash’s breath catch. His eyebrows climb seemingly on their own as he meets Vash’s gaze over the book.

“You sure you’re done?”

“heHh-! Yea- aHHhh-! Okay fine, I lied, s- sorry I have to- heh’NGTzz’uh-! knDT’huh-!”

“Don’t need to ‘pologize, it’s just sneezing.”

“ndJZT-! Thanks, sor- I mean, uh, thanks..? Or maybe I should sa-”

“Spikey, you’re making my head spin. Just take a breath, you ain’t in trouble.”

Wolfwood retorts, not missing the wince Vash lets out as he attempts to inhale through his nose. ‘Obviously congested. Given the way he’s holding those in, I’m surprised his head ain’t exploded yet.’

“hH’dNch’taa-!”

“Alright, what’s got you all worked up?”

“Wha- nothing, I’m alright, nothing’s up. haH’INgtchaa-! heHh-! Ihh… hehH-! hNGT-!guhhh…”

The heady sigh that follows sends shivers up Wolfwood’s spine. ‘Christ, if that made me uncomfortable, the hell is it doing to him? Guess I smacked him a little too hard last time he let one out, slapped the common sense right out of his head. The whole point was that we were hiding, not that he was sneezing.’ And yet, instead of voicing his concern, Wolfwood takes a role he finds easier, letting a witty retort slide out.

“Well that’s obviously not nothing. I wasn’t born yesterday needle noggin, despite you apparently thinkin’ I was.”

Pausing for a second, Wolfwood lets the concern bubbling up in his chest spill over into his tone, placing a hand on Vash’s leg, eyes softening.

“Just tell me what’s wrong. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Okay, alright… I might be just a touch sensitive…”

“Common knowledge.”

Vash lets out a grin, raising a hand to his chest mockingly, before his rambling continues, leg starting to shake, bringing the couch along with him. Trying to maintain focus, Wolfwood can feel his attention being drawn to the vibrations. Something within him stirs, memories starting to flood into his mind. The car shaking around him, watching Vash sleep, the way his tongue dips out against his lips whenever they hit a bump… ‘Damn it, focus!’

“Ouch, Nicholas. What I meant was- well okay maybe it’s easier to explain- well see- hold on… eh’KnDG’taa-! Scuse me, sorry, so what happened was, well-”

“Just spit it out already, blondie. Beginning to feel like a rock during an earthquake over here.”

A blush starts to pierce its way through Vash’s soft features, a warm tint mirroring the action on Wolfwood’s own cheeks. ‘Why does he look so damn adorable when he’s blushing? It’s wholly unfair. How’s a man supposed to stand firm when the accused looks so-’

“Meryl bought some kind of new spray”

The voice slices through his thoughts, sending Wolfwood careening back into the conversation.

“What?”

“She bought this new spray, I think it might be a perfume, but it might also be something for the car… all I know is she was using it earlier and I’m-”

A silence settles, Wolfwood finding himself watching Vash’s face contort as another sneeze works its way through his system. ‘It starts with his nose scrunching, then his eyes flutter, but they don’t shut. He’s fighting it, his hand comes up to rub it away, but the action only leads to his chest shaking… likely he just made the tickle worse. Then, sensing defeat, he’ll pinch his nose shut and-’

“INgT-!”

‘But his nose isn’t so easily satisfied. He barely gets another breath in before-’

“heH’KNDT-!uhh…”

‘And since he’s still not let it out, there’s gonna be a thir-’

‘H’AInG’taa-!”

‘So far there’s always been at least three.’

“Slightly allergic.”

“‘Slightly allergic’, huh? Just when did you come in contact with this spray?”

“M- maybe an hour ago..?”

“And you’re still sneezing this much? That’s hardly ‘slight’, Vash.”

At the sound of his name, Wolfwood watches Vash’s face darken three shades, a bright smile bursting onto his cheeks. It’s quickly quelled by the incessant tickle returning once more, eyes going blank as his mouth tips open.

“hh’GnDT-! aINGT’uhh-! haH’DTN’shh-!”

“Bless you.”

“Thanks, sorry. It really isn’t that bad, I promise, it’s just that… well… I came in here immediately after, and you were here already, so…”

“So?” “It’s a bit embarrassing…”

Wolfwood laughs, gesturing to Vash with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

“Trust me, I’ve dealt with embarrassing. Have you seen you after a few too many drinks? You were hitting on a rock for almost 20 minutes.”

The comments trigger a deeper blush, Vash lightly swatting at his arm, but they seem to serve their purpose. His eyes have lost the hint of anxiety they were holding before, replacing it with an air of warmth that’s so distinctly Vash.

“I just need to… sneeze it out. It usually stops after that.”

“That’s all? In that case, I doubt holdin’ em in like you’ve been doin’ is helping remedy the situation.”

“N- not exactly… but it’s a habit!”

“Where was this ‘habit’ when we were hiding?”

Vash’s response is to rub his nose again, a timid whine escaping as he lets out a “That happened one time…” in reply. Wolfwood smirks, raising himself from the chair and strutting over to the couch, perching beside him, prompting Vash to sit up.

“What are yo-”

Wolfwood silences him by resting a finger between his eyes, laughter vibrating his chest as Vash attempts to cross his eyes to get a better look. Slowly Wolfwood lets his finger trace the bridge of Vash’s nose, the appendage trembling at the attention. He pauses right before the tip, making sure Vash meets his gaze.

“Don’t you dare hold these in, blondie. This is a one time deal, I won’t be offering this service again.”

A nod is all he gets in reply, Vash’s tongue sticking out between his teeth as he gasps, the hitchy quality of each inhale suggesting nodding is all he’s able to manage. Wolfwood responds by tapping the tip, letting his finger brush against his flaring nostrils as he pull away. The result is instant.

“heIShh’aa-! heh’aiyshh’oo-!”

Vash manages to get his arm up in time to cover the third, “eH’GNshH’iuhh-!” gesturing frantically at Wolfwood for something better to cover with.

“Nic- hddjzshhh’oo-! hh’AIYDZshh’oo-! Nicholas- hAiYshh’aa-! T-tihhSHH’oo-!”

“Managing to ask for a tissue with a sneeze, pretty impressive, blondie.”

The watery glare he’s met with is entirely for show, the giggle between shaky exhales giving away the truth. ‘He never was able to hide what he really felt. I used to think it was a curse, but the more time I spend with him, the more I’m beginning to think it’s a gift. One I don’t share.’

“eHH’GZshh’oo-! Nico, pleaahhh-! Please! hh’DjZshh’aa-!”

“Huh? Oh, right, sorry. I just have a couple napkins I swiped from the car, but they’re clean, if you wan-”

He’s cut off as Vash grabs them, face never leaving his arm. Wolfwood finds himself rubbing loose circles on Vash’s back, chuckling lightly at the groan that escapes after the deep blow. Brushing away the hairs that fell loose during the fit, Wolfwood offers a murmured blessing.

“Bless you.”

“Th- thank you… and uh… sorry about- eH’dzShh’aa-! Well, that… I know it’s gros-”

Wolfwood cuts him off with an eye roll, grabbing Vash’s arm and dragging him into a deep kiss. It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last, but without fail Vash collapses into the embrace every time it occurs. And, without fail, Wolfwood has to break it so they can both breathe, Vash seemingly content to faint in order to keep their lips touching.

“You’re not gross, blondie. Not to me.”

“Tha-”

“Plus, your sneezes are frankly adorable. Nothing compared to mine.”

A melodic laugh dances out of Vash’s chest, Wolfwood finding himself enchanted by the sound. The warmth in his chest spreads to his ears as Vash giggles out-

“I remember the first time you had a cold, nearly killed us all!”

“Hey, it ain’t my fault Meryl’s so jumpy. Woman nearly crashed us into a fucking rock because I had to clear my sinuses.”

Vash laughs harder, tears starting to sprout in the corners of his eyes as he leans into Wolfwood for support. ‘I could listen to this sound forever… if this was the only thing I got to hear for the rest of my life, I would be content.’

“heH’aizshh’oo-!”

“Bless you. Not quite done, then?”

“Just a couple leftover tickles, I promise.”

His nose still has a pink flush, but Wolfwood notices the twitching has stopped, so he decides to take Vash at his word for now. ‘Though if this interaction has been anything to go on, I’d better get that spray away from Meryl before she sparks another reaction. I doubt he has the self preservation to say anything himself.’

“I’ll have a talk with Meryl about not using that spra-”

“No! Nicholas you can’t! She was so excited, and she’ll feel so bad if she finds out, I can’t do that to her over a few sneezes, really, I’ll be fine!”

“Alright, alright. Jeez blondie, don’t blow a fuse. I’ll keep your secret. For now, you should go change. You probably still have some of that spray lingering on your clothes.”

“heH’iDZshh’aa-! I hadn’t even thought of that.”

A smirk works its way over Vash’s face, eyes lit with mischief that, frankly, still sets Wolfwood’s chest on fire, no matter how many times he sees it. As Vash practically purrs out his question, Wolfwood finds himself resisting the urge to pin him to the couch to kiss him again.

“Can I borrow another one of your shirts?”

In lieu of a response, Wolfwood stands, heading towards his room, Vash in toe. As they pass Meryl’s, Wolfwood lets a plan form. ‘If Meryl just happens to misplace the spray, Vash gets to keep being the good guy, Meryl doesn’t have to feel bad, and I don’t have to watch him attempt to subdue another attack. Everybody wins.’

Glancing back at Vash’s slightly pink nose as he attempts to rub it against his shoulder while walking, unsuccessfully, Wolfwood lets a smirk flash across his features once more, dropping a step, hand grabbing Vash’s with a light squeeze.

‘If this is what my life’s been leading to, well… I guess it was worth it after all.’

#waterfallasks #waterfallwrites #thank you so much for the request!!#its a BIT different tone for them then i usually do #so im hoping that its still enjoyable!!!#snz #snzkink #t/rigun s/tampede #v/ash #w/olfwood #v/ashwood

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kidovna · 2 years

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Hi bahvna! Im sorry if this might sound rude, but you recently posted sketches on your insta stories, and in one of them you mentioned you no longer want hp art on your page. Its easy to guess why and i dont blame you at all for not wanting anything to do with a transphobe and/or her work, but i was curious to know whether or not you regret the previous hp art you have done? I always thought it was lovely, but your stories made me think that maybe it is something you wish you hadnt involved yourself in. Either way, lots of love! <3

Hello! Not rude, don’t worry. So many people reached out to me to ask about this. I drew hp art during a time when that lore brought me lots of comfort (during my thesis/beginning of the quarantine) so I don’t particularly regret my art from then. I also met some good friends i still talk to in the fandom and so many people told me the art i made during that period brought them joy. It felt great for a while to say “fuck canon” and make hp queer as hell.

Although, there’s a point you reach where you realise that it’s just not worth supporting it when the lives of trans people are at stake because of the kind of bullshit JKR has been spouting. separating the art from the artist isn’t enough. she still makes money off of it and you’re still creating buzz around the books/movies. I also had moments in the fandom when i felt very uncomfortable and had to take a step back but that is still nothing compared to what trans people have to endure on a daily basis.

I know so many friends I made in that fandom who are dropping it one by one and I stand with all of them on this decision. The only way you’ll see me interact with hp now is if you see me compliment a friend’s artwork if it pops up in my radar. otherwise I really don’t want to interact with that universe anymore.

#i just had to put it out #i don’t even feel comfortable doing hogwarts AUs anymore #but that’s just my stance on it #anonymous #hp #harry potter #i hope what i said made sense? it so late and i’m tired 😭

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washa · 7 months

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as @xanyiaz has posted, i am listening to Avior's playlist (finally) ‼️ So here are some of my favourite things i've said

spoilers ahead for videos 1 to 5 (It's not separated so. Can't tell you what belong to what video sorry 💔)

(i'll probably post a part 2 later)

I'm gonna fight him

he's talking abt closeknit isn't he???

im crying he rifted into hell?? 😭😭

BROS GOT SOME MENTAL WARFARE SO CREATED A HELL??

oh god just rift me back please

i might actually start sobbing if be keeps complimenting Aria

Did he just fall into the fucking circle or fire.???

HELP I CALLED IT LMFAOAOAO HE DID FALL

i imagined he just flopped onto the ground like a pancake

HELP AM I BAIT RN??? WDYM TOUCH IT ⁉️

Working conditions my ass you are just a walking OSHA violation

YOU CANT JUST SAY THAT AND GO "well it's your choice 😊"

and i wanna marry his vocabulary

ok i touched it now what?? do i start spouting shit

PROCREATE??? you wanna try or something??

Wait why are we talking about children???

also ur not imperfect doll just stubborn and slightly an ass

he's basically in quarantine rn

yeah starlight shut up i love dramatic pacing

he just sips on whatever feelings he wants like somebody coulda lost their dog and he just like "oh yummy sad nom nom"

HELP HE JUST FOUND A PERSON W MENTAL PROBLEMS AND GOES YUMMY FOOD

he just knocked you out and threw you in a meridian and waved you off w the same energy as "have a nice day of school kids 🤗"

dreamwalkers are basically jigglypuffs but with more pain then

its not everyday i get trapped in hell w a demon who got clickbaited by a cult member

again not really seeing why we cant just say fuck it and jump into said meridian (yes the foreshadowing is hilarious ik 😕)

why is he talking to me like im in labour "take a breath before you push again" my ass

HELLO AM I STUCK FINGERING THE DAMN MERIDIAN?? PULL ME OUT PLEASE??

wait if i die do i just respawn like a minecraft character?? do i just appear again at my set point or something 😭

HELP I JUST CATAPULTED BACK?? I just recoiled away from the merdian and ejected into the ring pits of hell??? Did my body make a boiing sound like those spring doorstops??

ofc i broke my damn leg. ofc i broke my damn leg 😮‍💨

ain't it hot rn? like fire is right below us 😭

What else is broken??? yk despite my fucking mental state probably

Ok ok Avior dearie, shit, is not what you say when treating a probably VERY broken arm. Like an arm whose bones would've probably put a bowl of mash potatoes to shame.

Wait was starlight like walking down the fucking street and a rift just appeared underneath them and they just fell down the damn thing???

Well ik why im here, because, perhaps, crazy idea, it was bc you rifted me here ‼️

guesses and theories?? what is this?? fucking blues clues???

by your sink hole logic, if we just lay here and wait for help it would be the best choice rn. bc like the more we crawl out, the more parts of the wall will fall in and trapping us more

NOT THE I JUST WANNA GO HOME PLEASE HES SO SWEET

the most cliche scratch on the cheek AND THE TOUCHING URGH😭

god he's like a shitty sour patch kid. Sour then salty, then sweet and hopefully not gone iygwim.

#redacted avior #redacted starlight #redacted audio #redacted asmr #washa rants!!

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rubberbandballqueen · 4 months

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About your tags: is there more that you can share about the OW fandom and fics? This was a phenomenon I wonder about too. It was one of the most popular fandoms around 2017-2018, but the way the fandom stopped on its tracks around 2019 was hard not to notice. Especially from people who didn't play the game but were aware of it's fandom.

oh! overwatch is one of about 50-ish fandoms i track for this one spreadsheet project i do as a hobby (which i Technically blog about @fandom-data-scientist, but i've been too lazy to do a proper writeup to explain what the hell it is i do), wherein i try to answer the age-old question: when did the weebs move to ao3?

(the answer is late 2015/early 2016. most likely this was in large part a result of undertale and sports anime, but that's currently just my own conjecture)

According To My Research(tm), the overwatch fandom peaked in late 2016/early 2017 when it comes to the number of new fics posted per month. after this, it declined quite rapidly, as it didn't even get to enjoy a plateau period.

(there's a reason why the plots are really wonky towards the end of this graph-- it's bc i found the past dates for number of fics archived to a particular site via the wayback machine. since those snapshots are typically bot crawls, the number of fics shown on the fandoms listings will not include fics that have been archive-locked. although i technically started this project in august 2022, i did not add overwatch to my tracking list until this june/july or so. my current guess for the small uptick in the rate of ow fics published to ao3 in october 2022 is that the sequel came out? and then the rate plunged for january 2023 bc of the ai scraping scare that happened at around that time-- nearly every single fandom i track had a significant drop right then bc everyone was archive-locking their fics. the rate shooting up in like july 2023 on this chart is bc like i said, that's when i added ow to my list of tracked fandoms; because i'm logged into my own ao3 acct when checking these numbers live, i get access to the archive-locked fics and so the display number goes up.)

in my experience, fandoms will generally kind of plateau in their fic production after their peak, which will ofc normally gradually taper off. games that receive regular lore or story updates probably have fairly long or stable plateaus, although i haven't made scatterplots or made any comparing analyses to prove this rigorously. this plateau period generally represents a time of fandom stability as the fair-weather, casual, or migratory slash fans run off to the next big thing.

if we ignore the fact the plague and quarantine happened, we can see a nice, steady, and very consistent plateau period for the danganronpa fandom from about 2018-2020!

let's look at an older fandom, like my archnemesis final fantasy:

granted, the ao3 numbers are kind of all over the place these days, but you kind of get my point by now, right? that healthy fandoms tend to plateau as the wind carries away the faintly-interested and leaves the long-haulers behind to form their communities.

overwatch struck me as unusual when i was on one of my long wayback machine trips because of the way there was a net increase of only two fics published from 1 july 2021 to 1 october 2021, when before then it had usually been in the hundreds or so. i then went on a work tangent n googled around n more or less concluded it had Something to do with some kind of scandal with the development company, but otherwise i don't really have any more comments on it hahaha.

#asks #Anonymous #long post #i was too lazy to open my other spreadsheets in the project but i probably could've gotten clearer/longer plateaus #out of some of the western tv shows i've been tracking. like glee. or spn.#glee is INCREDIBLY funny to me bc of the way it just DIES right after the finale. like a bubble POPPING #although frankly maybe naruto would've been a better example for a peak n a plateau bc of how steady its fandom is #anyway this felt kind of like an odd ask to answer on this blog bc i keep it Very Separate from my fandom blog(s) hahaha #anyway i also looked at the rate of fic postage for the kingdom hearts fandom n although i didn't talk abt it here in this reply #i thought it interesting how it seemed to plummet on ffn around when ao3 n tumblr started getting a foothold #and then after the weebs moved to ao3 post-undertale/sports anime boom it had a nice steady 300-ish fics/month there #ANYWAY the reason final fantasy is my archnemesis for this project is bc ffn has each game split into its own category #and so i have to count them all up every single time n when doing that for every single fucking date i have marked in the wbm #for 20 YEARS' WORTH OF DATES. well. it upsets a man just a little bit.#BUT I'M DONE I DID MY TIME ON THE FINAL FANTASY BACKLOG I'M FREE NOW I JUST HAVE TO DO IT EVERY THREE MONTHS WHEN I RECORD LIVE DATA #i talk abt this shit at parties btw. people love to hear me talk abt my fandom spreadsheets at parties.

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drac-onion · 6 months

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Finished P5R

Bunch of words under the cut, honestly I'm just ranting. Figured I'd spare your timelines of a massive wall of text.

Real talk, though. I cried for like 2 hours. From 2/2 all the way to the end. I would cry for a little while, and then stop for a bit. Then I would get to a cutscene or something and the waterworks would start back up again.

Man, I just...6 years ago, I played the original Persona 5. I finished it on May 27th, 2017, a little over a month after it released. I'm kind of impressed as to how I was able to marathon the whole thing in a month while balancing college and work (although I didn't have a whole lot of time dedicated to either at the time, so whatever).

It took me nearly three years to get around to finishing Royal. I got it on launch on PS4, played it for two weeks solid, and then...sort of fell off. I blame quarantine and going a little hard in the paint on playing it every day since I had nothing else better to do, but that doesn't really matter. I was also dealing with quite a bit on my plate at the time. From my car dying (and it being entirely my fault), to losing my job, to...well, I'm not going to make this about that. I could, but I'd be here for ages if I went over everything that's happened in my life.

I just want to say how special this game is to me. The characters, the story, the music, everything just sticks with me. Even after all this time. Even after I dropped the game for three years and picked it back up on PC after transferring my save (worth the money I spent on getting my saves decrypted, if I'm honest), I never stopped loving it. I just...had some other stuff going on. Between Royal coming out and now, since I've finished it, so much has happened. It's wild to think about how much life can change in three years. Hell, how much life can change in the 6 and a half years since I finished the original. So much has happened.

Perhaps it's a little "cringe" to think so fondly of a piece of media like this (enough to shed tears). A piece of fiction. Something, at its very core, not real. Fake. Made up. But there is something about it that's real, and I can't even put it into words. But, you're just going to have to take my word for it. If you know, then you know. If that makes me cringe, then so be it. I think any piece of media can have a message, and I've always found the messages in the games I enjoy motivating. "Time never waits, so find your own meaning to life's struggle, with your heart as your guide", "Be true to yourself, no matter how painful it may be", "Stick to your values, no matter how tough things are, and change the world for the better in your own way", "Once you're at rock bottom, the only way to go is up". I wish I could apply some of these messages in my own life. I suppose the only thing stopping me is me, right? That's how that works.

God, I can feel myself wanting to cry again, but I just don't have any more tears. I think this was the emotional release I've been looking for during the last couple months. Things aren't so good for me right now, and they're about to get a lot worse now that the holidays are coming up. I...don't like this time of year, to put it simply. This will likely come up in my writing in one form or another. (Write what you know, I guess?)

Anyway, I had more stuff I wrote here, but I got waaaaaayyyy off track and into some personal places, so I'll stop myself here.

Persona, as a series, has always been so special to me. I hope that the series continues to grow in the best possible way. Can't wait to cry like a bitch when I eventually finish Persona 3 Reload!

Aaaaahhh...yeah, that one is gonna be rough, even when I know it's coming. Yep.

Well...all that said...my journey with The Phantom Thieves of Hearts isn't over quite yet...I get to ride out yet another journey with these guys...not to mention P5T coming out in around a month. I'm glad to be able to spend more time with these characters. Now, then...

#persona 5 #persona 5 royal #rambles

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scribbleanddoodle · 3 months

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500 words a day: day 1

Prompt: All the plants in and around houses in your character’s town are dying even though all other foliage is left untouched. It started happening after the last meteor shower. Goal: 500 words Finished: 817 words

a/n: this is a weird prompt because foliage is technically a cluster of leaves?? They’re parts of plants?? Idk I just went with it.

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"Well, that's weird," Nykki hummed. “They’re all dead inside.” She swiveled in her chair, looking toward the other end of the field lab, "I mean, have you found anything? I've got nothing."

Lucy, her forty-something co-worker, whom she affectionately called Lulu, frowned and looked up from her microscope, "Nothing. Nada. I guess you were wrong. There is a reason for this quarantine."

"Do you think?" Nykki looked past Lulu and out the opening of their lab tent. Outside, a swarm of people in hazmat suits marched by; she heard a helicopter overhead.

"Nyk," Lulu huffed, red in the face as she shook a beanstalk at her, "we're literally dealing with the living dead here."

"I suppose," She scratched her nose, "but—"

"But what?" Lulu hissed; her eyes widened, "God, what if this is contagious? What if it spreads to all the other plants everywhere? That would be the end of it! How would we survive?"

Nykki shrugged, "Astronaut food?"

"Be serious."

"I am!"

Lulu fixed her with a look, and Nykki fought the smile off her face. "Okay, fine," She relented. "Maybe I could take this a little more seriously, but come on, Lulu, jumping to conclusions much? This isn't a zombie show. It's real life."

"Exactly," Lulu shook the beanstalk at her again, "this is real life. If it affects plants, who's to say it won't affect humans? Other animals?" She paused again, her hand coming up to her throat in panic, "Why don't we have hazmat suits on? They didn't even give us masks! We should have brought our masks! We need to call the lab! O-or whoever's running this place. It's not safe!"

"Okay, calm down," Nykki tried to soothe her, "you're getting ahead of yourself. We're dealing with plants."

Lulu glared, hissing at her again, "Then what is all of this—" she gestured widely around, "—the government doesn't ship in two nobodies for nothing! When have they ever actually cared about safe agriculture? There are men in hazmat suits. Men with guns. We are in someone's backyard, but there are no civilians. You seriously can't think for a second this is normal, not dangerous stuff."

Nykki sighed, returning to her samples, "I've got rent to pay, Lu."

"They're going to make us do something bad, you get that, right? It's going to be like all those other environmental disasters, where they pay off the specialists to say everything's all hunky-dory and then make us look like corrupt ones in the end when shit hits the fan. You're just fine with that? Being someone else's pawn?"

"Lucy," She snapped, swiveling back around, "it's not a fucking movie. And even if it was—" She jabbed her thumb into her chest, "—what the hell do you want me to do about it? I know just as much as you. You came too! You're a pawn, too!"

They glared at each other until Lucy looked away, deflating, "You're right. I'm sorry. I, uh, I—well, I'm just scared." There were tears in her eyes as she looked back over, "I mean, everything's dead, Nykki. There aren't even any birds."

Nykki chewed on the inside of her cheek. She picked up one of the dandelions she had taken a sample from and twirled it between her fingers. Its petals hadn't wilted, and its stalk wasn't limp. Visually, the dandelion was picture-perfect, but it smelt like sweet rot. A flower gone bad. If she peeled apart the stem, she'd find mold.

She had plucked the dandelion just fifteen minutes ago from right outside the lab tent.

"It’s none of the normal viruses or bacteria. Maybe it's the water," Nykki mused out loud. "Maybe the water went bad?"

Lulu snorted, "If the water went bad, the plants wouldn't look like this."

"Have you tested the water?" Nykki swiveled back to her samples, already knowing Lucy had not.

Lulu talked over her, "It's pretty damn convenient, don't you think, that meteor shower? I bet it's a cover-up."

"Uh-huh," She hummed absentmindedly, placing a drop of water on one of her slides and setting it under the microscope.

"The timelines match up," Lucy continued, "two weeks ago, there was a meteor shower—" she said 'meteor shower' like it was some joke, "—then the crops died, people went missing, and there are no birds. No. Birds." Her voice dropped into a stage whisper, "It's aliens, Nykki. They're trying to starve us out."

"Aliens, right." She agreed, rolling her eyes. With Lucy, it was always aliens, and if it wasn't aliens, it was lizard people, or mole people, or the Mother Board, or whatever podcast conspiracy she had come across that day.

But Lucy was right in one regard; the meteor shower was pretty damn convenient. Nykki pushed the microscope away and sat back in her chair.

First, a meteor shower. Next, dead plants. Now, dead water.

#30 day writing challenge #500 words a day #writing drabble #just want to see if I can do it :)#my writing

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brothalynchhung · 4 months

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2023 overview

im such a loyal person man LMAOOO i still specfically come back here to do this lool anyways this year was fucking insane like FUCKING insane and long as hell... grniguehrsi

i think i started the year a lil depressed cuz i was working that fuckass job

lets seee

i think jan 2023 was nothing but me suffering through that fuck ass job, gyming, etc.,

that old apt ahahah i mean tbh it was nice but too big and TOO SECLUDED omg

actually the way i spent a whole year so isolated from society was crazy what the fawk

i dont even think i got much out of it like self improvement wise

maybe japanese? guitar? but that came only at the end

i guess playing ps5... lol -_-

i gained so much weight cuz of depression and that stressful ass job

the way i think majority of that weight was just the AMOUNT OF CORTISOL BUILD UP I HAD

anyways jan was whatever

then i went to umrah in feb which was stressful cuz the amount of ppl and the BUGS man god

this whole time i thought my prayers werent answers but they were tbh i had a good year even if there was struggles

i didnt get gl yet but APPARENTLY thats too much to ask for

whatever

then barcelona lMAOOO which was okay!! i think i would have obv enjoyed it more if i wasnt there for work but i mean still it was just another european city

my spanish was ass

i was too paranoid about someone jacking my phone lol

survived tho

ate some GOOD ASS FOOD. omg best food ever

and the sangriaasss omg

it was worth it being the canon event of me getting fired LMAO

hoenstly was a lil ugly ass bitch that co founder was fuck him fr

loser highkey

anywho

so spain barcelona and saudi 2 countries down within the first 3months of the year

tbh basically up until june majority of my year was this stupid ass job travelling here and there complaining about that ugly ass bitch

omg what a shaytan that man was holyshit and not like a powerful shaytan more like a whiny weak insecure life sucking pitiful pathetic piece of shit shaytan the one that lowers the energies of everything around it

pitiful ass human fr im so happy that shit got out of my life

that was the best thing to happen to me this year like not exclusively him but the whole job too LOL

like thanks for the pay and travel finessed the fuck out all tbh BYE

chaper closed thank god

and whats crazy is that the SECOND after that meeting i forgot about it all lMFAOOOO LIKE I WAS READYY

march was cool i finally got to go back to america

actually march lowkey changed my life

texas was so much fun omg i miss america man americans are nice just h8 their govt

sxsw!!! DUDE ive always wanted to go and GOT TO ALL under someone elses coin LMFAOOOOOO

met cool ppl ig, saw cool things, film and tv industry - coool cool cool

and i didnt rlly have to do shit there LMAO

anyways then went to houston where nadas friend HELD IT DOWNNNNN

like finally omg i got to get hiiii FINALLY

RODEO HIGH VEGAN SOUL FOOD HIGH

THE FOOD WAS SO GOOD THE RECORD SHOPPING WAS SEXY

so good

then i came back and i was mad depressed cuz i should be out there working and learning from ppl who like the shit as me not stuck out the middle of FUCK ASS NOWHERE DOING NOTHING

which yeah i think that like lit the fire out of my ass about how much i hated the job and place and cuz ad was like quarantine istg

thennn hmm april..OH YEAH JAPAN

BASICALLY ONCE I GOT BACK IT WAS HELL DEALING WITH THAT FUCK ASS JOB CUZ OF THE STUPID ASS.

i dont even remember waht the bullshit ass term is

uhhh i forget lMAOOO that stupid bullshit where i was PERFORMANCE PLANNN

stupid as fuck what kind of corporate fake working society term is that omfg

AND FOR NOTHING BUT THAT THING IN BARCELONA WHERE I DIDNT GO TO SOME BULLSHIT

i dont care was worth it like fuck yeah bitch!! i really am using yall to fuck around and travel cuz THIS STUPID ASS JOB IS NOT MY FUTURE

and it isint omg its like it never exsited LMFAO

anyways that stressed me out but thank god i had edibles lmao

DUHA HELD IT DOWNN

mmm then i survived to japan

I WENT TO JAPAN THIS YEAR OMFG AFTER YEARS!!! YEARSSSS!!! OF DREAMING ABOUT JAPAN!!! I GOT TO GO

honestly me going to japan was what made this year like this def had to be one of the best years of my life just for that on its own

actually like yeah this def was oddly enough one of the best years of my life?

emotionally hell yes but everything else was good

jsut stupid self-inflicted stress (minus that fuck ass job)

anyways japan was amazing left it wanting to learn the language and AM

i cant wait to go back

and the fact i hit tokyo kyoto and osaka all at once omg amazing

nintendo world 😭 shibuya 😭 just kyoto in general 😭

i bought so much omg

THE FOOD OMG THEIUEHGSEIUH

i had so much good food this year lmao barcelona, japan, texas 🤪

anywhoo after that i basically dont remember much of may like it was just tryna get through the shit and deal with that stupid ass plan and talking to that dumb bitch

which i punked off and he didnt like like fuck u u ugly untalented waste of life ? im not talking nice to u or respecting your bitch ass

and he think getting rid of me was a slap in the face as if that wasnt exactly what i wanted LMFAOOO

3 months leave with pay ??? and i scammed yall w the ticket price?? LOOOOOL oKAYYY THANKS!!!

CHAPTER CLOSED

so basically june they let me gooo true freedom then had the best month of my life in thailand which was FUCKKINGGG MAAZINGGG

omg thailand was so much fun i felt so free

the most free and most happy i ever felt in my life

krabi .. rayleh beach omg the weed and shrooms on the beach 😭

seriously i had no one in my face, no bitches, no work, money, freedom, time, no problems NOTHING

i seriously think those few days in krabi were the happiest moments of my life ever

like pure freedom and security and happiness in ever sense of each word

soooo grateful

and i deserved it after all the stupid ass stress that stupid ass job put me through

and the whole time i was there i was just so grateful i never felt that much gratitude in my life ever

thailand in general was fun omg i bought so much stuff i loved bangkok

i just love travelling man seriously im just built to travel around discover and learn about the world i love connected with the world and exploring and adventuring i hate being stuck in a place

all i ever want to do is travel and live like really LIVE

hate work

anywho right after i came back to my freedom then basically just chilled until i had to go to canada

which was 🙄

listen - ottawa was surprisingly okay actually i enjoyed it, i smoked, i walked around listening to y2k music, stayed at home all cozy, appreciated the nature and the nostalgia lmaoo even chilling w lina and her cousins was fun

but toronto -_- listen im never going to forgive that bitch for throwing me out and those other hoes for not being there for me

shout out to p tho lol

all i wanted to do was leave istg

toronto was a lil boring but i was also just mad cuz all my friends were all

CUT OFFFFF ill never see yall again except maybe nadine and p

for once ottawa was better than toronto

anyways i think im 1000% done w toronto

CHAPTER CLOSED

thank god finally

oh yeah i started a youtube account that im trying to take seriously i guess LOL

i still need to keep going and working on it but its fun

OH YEAH CHICAGOO

LOLLAAPALOOZAAA

yeah thank god that crazy bitch didnt come but omg what a waste of a ticket but anyways her L not mine

just thankful that i had the money for all of this -_- shout out that fuck ass job i guess lmao

part 2... ?

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emergentrelationshipcenter · 9 months

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If You Are Doing Fine, Why Does Your Relationship Seem To Be A Pressure Cooker?

“I don’t want to bother you.” “I am sure that you are tired of hearing it.” “My story is too long and it’s too much to explain.”

These are all thoughts that people have when they are asked how they are doing and say they are “fine.” In my last blog post titled, “Not Everyone Is Fine During The Quarantine”, I wrote about the research that was conducted regarding Covid-19.

Since that last article, the nation has been facing political unrest and division. Not everyone is fine. So again, I am asking, why is everyone saying they are fine? I am concerned about so many things right now. One of my concerns is how folks in relationships are handling things.

I have been thinking about the impending consequences of the disaster we are experiencing. Whether we like to think about it or not, the aftermath of the pandemic is going to be momentous.

I saw the statistics in places that were hit before Covid-19 appeared locally, and their divorce rates are at a record high. People who were avoiding dealing with their relationship issues got pushed too far.

It’s like going on a vacation with someone you don’t really like. By the time you get back, you cannot stand the person and you can’t wait to get home, and then you don’t talk again or wait a few weeks or months. Except this is the person you live with, have children together, or at least have a lot of ties together.

So why do couples wait to seek couple counseling? And what is going to happen to their relationship?

Couples wait an average of 6 years to seek help for their relationship issue. That’s a long wait, but what if they don’t make it 6 years? My guess is that the quarantine is like a pressure cooker. Think about this for a minute: the average couple waits 6 years to get counseling help and many don’t even last 6 years. What will happen if we increase the pain?

We use a pressure cooker to make our food faster. Thanks to pressure, it cooks food in an estimated third of the usual cooking time. A struggling relationship, under normal circumstances, might be able to withstand the heat of waiting, but add in this current disaster and the consequences are sure to add much more. It’s a giant pressure cooker!

Couples often wait because they hope their relationship will get better on its own. They hope that their partner will arise from their hurtful behavior and see the error of their ways. The problem is that neither you nor your partner can see how this whole painful process started.

While you are waiting, more resentments are being collected, requiring more time spent healing from past hurts.

I can imagine that many people don’t think that someone else could help. Lord knows they have tried really hard on their own. I get that.

One thing I would remind you of is that therapy is something different, something you may not have tried yet. The couples therapy experience I offer is truly different from other relationship counseling experiences because it’s a relationship intensive that helps you get results quickly.

There is a famous saying: “If you always do what you’ve always done, you’ll always get what you’ve always got.” — Henry Ford

I have been through hell and back in my own relationship and I really get the problem that most couples are facing. I can help you and your partner paint a picture of what you really want to create and then start taking steps to get there right way. If you want to make a powerful change in your relationship or marriage, do something that is really difficult. Look an angry partner or spouse in the eye and tell them you want to make a change.

Why don’t you reach out and get a guide, someone who can help you find out where you got lost and give you a road map? Don’t wait a moment longer. Get the therapy help you deserve. Click here to schedule with me. I even offer telehealth couples therapy or counseling online. Let’s create the relationship that offers the mutual support and understanding you are looking for.

#couples therapy #marriage therapy #couple therapy #individual therapy #relationship therapy #couples intensive therapy #couples therapy in camp hill

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saal-school-project · 1 year

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Part 4

8th grade (2019-2020)

8th grade was special, in a bad way. It was the last year of middle school, thus the year of LGS. It's a high school entrance exam. Nice. It's a snippet of whats to come 4 years later, the real deal, the YKS (collage entrance exam, which braches out as TYT, AYT, and YDT), but lets not worry about that now. I kind of feel a little foolish for taking LGS so seriously. But the teachers made it seem that important, and all of my classmates studied, so I felt like I had to, too. I remember the Joker movie coming out. I watched it on the net and made an… unfinished fanart? I guess I just couldn’t find anything beter to draw.

Now that I look at it that hand is way too small.

I know this is a really bad picture of it and it looks like I cropped it someone else’s thing, but really I dont know where the drawing is now. Its been more than three and a half years, this is the only pic I could find of it.

I still wrote occasionally, despite my main focus being studying. Ugh, studying, yuck! And I think I started writing in English too sometimes! The middle of 8th grade was when COVID hit. Remember 2020? I can't believe it's already 2023; my sense of the flow of time got all messed up after 2021 for some reason. During the quarantine, I really didn't want to study, but I had to. I designed another character for my hybrid of a game. Back then, I still thought I could pull it off on my own if I learned Unity. Duh, I still have delusions of my own, but I'm over that particular one. Anyway, towards the end of it all, I started to feel like maybe I deserved to buy a Nintendo Switch and finally play Breath of the Wild once all this was over. So I just did that. I entered the exam, did my best, and didn't care about the rest.

My mom also forced me to take a talent exam at some fine arts high school, even though I wouldn't go there even if I won. Maybe she made me do it as a backup plan if I got a bad score from the LGS. Thats kinda sad now that I think about it. So when I went to the talent exam, I was all grumpy at first because I didn't even want to be there, but I left feeling pretty happy because it was pretty fun and a great confidence boost. Normally, I'm pretty antisocial, but I made friends with the kid who sat next to me instantly. He was pretty talkative, extraverted, and a bit clumsy, as he somehow managed to break both the eraser and the pencil sharpener given to him, so I let him use mine instead. He was pretty surprised when I handed him the unopened eraser, as it was way more than halfway through the exam and I hadn't used it yet. We talked about stuff. It's been years; I don't remember. It probably started with something like, "Yo, how did you make LGS? I didn't really care about that, but I also didn't have anything else to talk about at the moment, which made me feel kind of shallow. It wasn't exactly a pleasant experience for me, and I didn't really want to be reminded of it, but since we got along and I enjoyed the company, the topic must have shifted to something I actually liked at some point. While I was leaving, people who saw my art complimented it and said I would definitely make it into the school, which I did. but, like I said, I wouldn't go there either way. This sounds like I'm bragging, but actually, when I think about it, it makes me sad. I didn't have memories like these after middle school. It's like I'm a husk of what I used to be. Something went wrong somewhere, but I can't pin it down. (This is the existential crisis sprinkled in; it can be like that sometimes.)

I spent all of the summer of 8th grade cooped up in my room. more so than other summers. Well, the fact that my dad sold our summer house, where I spent my previous summers, is partly to blame for that. I didn't mind. I got my Breath of the Wild and played the hell out of it that summer. I also got Mario Odyssey and Super Smash Bros. Did you know that cartridges for the Nintendo Switch taste like trash? Because they are so small, it would be easy for a toddler to swallow them, so they made them taste bad so the baby would spit them out. or at least thats what I remember; again, I'm too lazy to actually check. Anyway, there's not much else to talk about in 8th grade, I guess. I just really wanted to enjoy myself that summer.

Pictures of my switch:

#lgs #yks #nintendo switch #drawing #joker

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fellpyrean · 1 year

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Advent Statement 9 - Cruciatum

Claps my hands! Alright alright!

A chapter that never made it to ao3! By the time I managed this technically 10th chapter, I was running on fumes but also had planned for the final 3 to be seasonally appropriate: the original plan was to post these from the 12th of Dec to the 24th/25th, after all, so having some seasonal statements for the holidays seemed like a fun idea. Unfortunately after the roadblocks of some earlier statements took much longer to overcome than expected, I was completely beat trying to get these done hahah.

Anyway, here we have the first seasonal one: a friendly Corruption chapter for the holidays! :D

CWs: seriously shit relationship, parasitism/infestation

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So am I clear or not? Can I leave? They said there was no sign of. Of ‘infestation,’ so I - … what?

You… you want me to identify-?

Oh god. Oh god, yeah, that’s. That’s Alex. And.

Is that. Oh my god. Infestation.

Fuck ok, what the hell is going on here? You want me to tell you that?

Fuck.

Coffee or whiskey, tell me you have one of those. No wonder you’ve all quarantined the building. What’s… what’s going to happen to them? What’s… left of them, at least? Incineration? … that’s probably for the best.

Jesus, ok.

I’ll tell you what I know.

Alex. Alex moved here after me. We were obviously neighbors, but that doesn’t mean much in an apartment. I only knew about their existence because they had an open space in front of their door where none of the apartment-approved shrubs grew, so they took it over. I came back one day in summer to see it nicely mulched with a horde of lovely green plants in pots around the edges. That was their one nod to the idea that they knew they were pushing their boundaries in annexing the space, but it really did look so much nicer walking out to green instead of dry, dusty dirt.

We first talked that summer. I happened to come home while they were out watering in the evening and I complimented them on their fuschia. They really lit up at that, and gleefully told me they’d named it ‘Shoggoth.’ It was extremely verdant and extremely vigorous, and knowing its name just… It was cute. Knowing the trailing plant positively dripping with flowers was named after a shambling abomination was just exquisite. I liked my neighbor. Their enthusiasm was infectious. They freely admitted they had little idea what they were doing, but were excited to try and grow something anyway and I really could understand that. It’s really satisfying, you know? To plant a seed and watch it thrive.

It was a delight to watch their garden grow that summer. We still had very separate schedules and didn’t exactly get to know one another, but we were friendly when we ran into each other and that was more than I’d had from any other neighbor in this place. We’d pass by and say hello and I’d complement the latest plant and they’d flush with delight and tell me what niche cultivar it was and where they’d gotten it.

They had a real passion for it, even if they stumbled and lost a few plants over the year.

I knew of the boyfriend. I admit, if I ever learned his name, I forgot it. Just kind of saw him leaving every now and then; enough to guess he didn’t live there and to know he drove a kind of douchey car. Not like, ‘I’m deeply insecure so I need something stupid and loud,’ but like, ‘this car should be a sedan and you’ve gone and made it sporty’ douchey. I knew enough about him from Alex’s comments and the way I saw them interact to see that… There’s not a great way to say this, but Alex was a lot more serious about him than he was about them.

I’ve had friends with bad boyfriends before. Girlfriends too, but, well. I didn’t know Alex well enough to interfere. Not really my place to tell the neighbor while they watered sweet ol’ Shoggoth that I thought it’d be better for them to break up before the boy pulled some serious bullshit.

I was right.

Trust me, I wasn’t trying to be nosy. I was trying to take out the trash. It was just before Christmas, actually. I’d cleaned out the fridge so I could immediately fill it with a lot more, and when I stepped out from the warm bubble of my music, I ran right into them having an… not an argument, but voices were raised. Neither of them noticed me, since they were both kind of just inside the door, and it took… well, zero seconds for me to realize what was happening.

Standing under the mistletoe Alex had put above the door, the boyfriend was dumping them. A week before Christmas. They’d tried to greet him with a kiss, thinking it’d be cute and fun for the holidays, and he’d… blown up about it. I only caught the tail end.

I only caught him whipping the door open all the way and leaving with a kind of smug satisfaction on his face that chilled me. He at least had the decency to look a little embarrassed when he saw me there at my door, frozen with my trashbag, but then he just walked faster to his car and then all I could hear was Alex, sobbing inside as their door slowly swung closed.

I really wasn’t sure what to do in this situation. This was probably all one… absolutely enormous social faux pas, but I couldn’t just leave them there alone to cry, so I ditched my trash bag outside my door and came over and knocked on theirs. It was still open a crack, and I kind of. Called out to them and tried to keep the awkwardness from my voice and mostly failed, but they did at least open the door. Good enough.

They were a wreck. I uh. I learned a lot more than I really wanted to about everything, but I… Look, I want to give them at least a speck of privacy now that they’re… Worse than dead. But from what I gathered, Alex had wanted to start a family. Wanted to get married and all that, and the boy had been along for it! Apparently they’d actually been trying for a kid for a while now, but he’d not wanted to make anything official until Alex was pregnant. I am a million percent sure I felt my blood pressure rise when I heard them say that, I mean, fuck I feel it now repeating it, and I might have regretted that I didn’t chase him down to punch him into the dirt when Alex said that just a week ago, they’d gotten back some tests and it turned out they’d probably never have a kid.

And then the boy dumped them.

I am not a violent person, but I felt like one then. Yes I just said I wanted to beat him into a pulp, but Alex was just. Destroyed by this. I was completely out of my depth and I knew that awkward back pats were not what they needed, but I had no idea what else to do. Offer tea? They seemed like the kind of person who’d like tea. So when they sniffled and looked up and looked sharp for the first time since I’d walked in as they asked me to tear down the mistletoe for them, I did.

They couldn’t quite reach it on their own. It was a little sticky when I took it down but - oh my god. That plant growing in them, was that…?

Fuck.

Uhm. So, so yeah. I tore down the mistletoe and gave it to them and they said they were going to be ok and I left them alone. Went and took out the trash and debated stopping back by to check on them when I came back but figured it’d be good to give them some space. So I took the time to make dinner and then I headed back next door to check in on them and the door was still unlocked and just that slightly bit cracked, which I instantly did not like.

That was a very bad and very educational evening.

Did you know that mistletoe used to be made into teas as treatments for infertility? Did you also know that every single part of the plant is poisonous?

Now you do. I learned it in a hospital, after I’d found my neighbor passed out on their kitchen floor with a cup of tea spilled and shattered next to them on the laminate tile and saw some familiarly fake looking leaves in the water. I don’t know if they wanted to die, or if they were so desperate to fix what was wrong with them that they just. Threw the plant they blamed for their break up into the kettle in some shattered hope that it would fix the things it broke.

That’s how… how it got inside them, isn’t it? I mean, that doesn’t make sense; mistletoe grows on the skin of the tree, it can’t grow inside a person… No, you’re right. I shouldn’t think about it.

… Alex seemed so much better when they woke up. Still spacey, but they smiled when they saw me. It was a terribly broken smile, but they thanked me for coming for them. Said they’d be alright now. They just asked me to water their indoor plants while they were gone.

The hospital kept them under watch for five days. Shockingly short, if you ask me, but they were… tranquil. I invited them to come over the next day for dinner since neither of us seemed to have anyone else for the holidays, and. Everything went well. They - the hospital that is - told me it’s good to give people something to look forward to, and it worked? They came over and their outfit was cute.

I was a little worried about the… Oh. I thought it was cute at the time, but. They had mistletoe tucked into their hair that day. Just. Just a couple sprigs. I was worried it might remind them of the shithead, but they said they didn’t blame the mistletoe for it. That it was such a charming plant. It’d already taken root.

Right. That’s horrible. Would it have changed anything, do you think, if I’d asked a little more? If I’d… I dunno, been a little more nosy?

Alex poured themself into their plants after that. I spent New Year’s at their apartment and we had sparkling cider and I admired all the plants they had inside. It’d just been six days or so since I’d last been there, but it was already like a jungle with plants growing on every surface they could fit on and then some. It was maybe a little worrying, like, maybe they were overcompensating by throwing themself into something that couldn’t dump them, something they could give all their love to and receive pretty leaves and flowers from instead of empty, hurtful words and lies.

I figured there were worse things someone could hoard and if the plants gave them a reason to keep going, I wasn’t going to stop it.

I didn’t see a lot of them after that. Enough for me to know they were alive, though it mostly came through new plants turning up outside their apartment once it was just barely warm enough for new things to grow. The peas were cute, their little tendrils coiling so… sweetly and affectionately around your fingers if you let them. And I… I thought the mistletoe poking through their hair was still just some kind of reminder. There was more of it, then. Before they started wearing a beanie all the time and I guess it makes sense now. How covered they were, even as we set into summer.

So, uh. So that’s how things went. Their garden grew and flourished and I’d water Shoggoth II, the Shoggothening, if it got droopy in the heat, and I… I guess I really didn’t see much of Alex. Just the plants.

I guess that brings us through the year to… just two days ago.

It’d snowed and the garden had long been brought back inside, even if I really staggered wondering where Alex would keep them all, and I had gotten a roast with the idea that maybe I’d invite Alex over to share some tomorrow. So I put everything away and went and knocked on their door. They… didn’t open it this time. Just a sliver, enough to talk, but all I could see was the pink-blue of grow lights and a vague, humid warmth that reminded me of a greenhouse. Alex was just a silhouette against it, and I couldn’t see even a sliver of their skin.

I invited them, and to my surprise and deep worry, they said that they’d have to refuse.

That their boyfriend was coming over.

They sounded so… so fucking hopeful, so happy about it. Lovesick and besotted in the worst of ways, and it made my stomach drop. I couldn’t keep myself from reminding them what he’d done, but they just. Insisted it would be different this time.

That now, they’d be together.

This… Alright so I watch a lot of true crime and I would be lying if I said this didn’t set off my premeditated murder alarm bells, but I just felt. Lost. I’d really thought Alex was doing better this year, and then their door was closed and I didn’t know what to do. Tomorrow would be the anniversary of their break up, and I was kind of on pins and needles that night.

He had been an utter asshole and I sincerely doubted a year would have changed him that much, but I didn’t have his number, I couldn’t really leave a note on the door warning him of imminent probably murder because what if I was just wrong and paranoid and meddling in something that wasn’t my business in the first place? What if they really… really could get back together?

Alex’s voice had sounded alive and… vibrant. Almost lyrical as they’d said it.

I could have called you guys, but would it have done any good? Hey I think my neighbor might murder their ex? I’d never have forgiven myself if I’d called and I was wrong and Alex got shot.

So I did nothing.

I just kind of drifted off uneasily that night, unsure what I’d do tomorrow but hoping I could… Maybe talk to one of them? I woke up very early and knocked on Alex’s door, but they didn’t answer.

There was mistletoe above it, I realized.

A so bright, so vibrant sprig. The berries were bright and red as holly, the leaves a fake, plasticy green. It looked like it was growing right out of the wood of the door frame.

It felt like a very, very bad sign. I went to rip it down - but I didn’t. It… have you ever felt like if you touch something, it will be very, very bad? A weird throwback to when people relied on instinct to survive that rears its head at the strangest of times and you listen to it.

Mistletoe plants its seeds on the skin of the bark. It’s a parasite. It roots into its host and… takes it over.

And that mistletoe was fresh and healthy and growing.

I pulled my hand back and I went back to my apartment.

I heard a douchey car pull up on the street, and I knew it was him. I objectively should have gotten up then. That instinct in my head knew something very bad would happen if he went inside that apartment, but the rest of me really wanted this to go well for Alex. God, he was a toxic asshole, but they just… wanted to be happy with him so, so badly.

So when I heard him walk up next door, I didn’t stop him from knocking. I just walked up to my door and pressed my ear to it and listened.

I heard their door open. I heard Alex tell him to look up.

I heard him sneer, and my heart stopped when I heard Alex laugh. He began to say something else, but then it was cut off. Muffled. I heard him make a noise. Like… like he was intrigued. I heard a gasp, a moan, and then. Then I heard him start in, smugly saying something like, “Didn’t know you missed me so much?” And then. Then he wasn’t smug anymore.

Then I heard him make a god awful noise. Wet and choking and I opened my door then just to see… Alex. Alex holding him in their arms, watching as he clawed frantically at his throat, his eyes bulging and Alex watching with adoration. Stroking his chest with fascination.

I was… shocked. I’d not seen Alex in months, and their… their hair wasn’t there anymore. I’d mistaken it for curls from the glimpses I’d seen before under the beanie, but it was all mistletoe. It looked like it was… growing out of their head in a thick, thriving cluster. I just. I just assumed it was some kind of wig. A real commitment to the. The whole revenge thing that was evidently happening. They still looked like a person when I saw them last. Not like. Like the picture you just showed me.

Where there’s. Barely anything left.

But in the moment, I thought. I thought they’d poisoned him. That this was maybe some murder/suicide happening next door, so when Alex looked at me and smiled and pulled him inside, that’s when I called you guys.

And I guess. I guess it was way too late then.

They didn’t lie though. That’s… very morbid of me probably, but. They’re together now. All tangled up in the plants rooted in their skin. So green and so… bright.

Right.

Whiskey.

I’ll go for another screening if you really want, but give me a shot first.

He was a bastard, but I’m not sure he deserved what happened to him. Maybe he did. I don’t know. What are you guys going to do with the apartments?

Burn them? Maybe? I mean, mistletoe seeds stick. You… you should be careful, if you decide to just… try and clean it up.

I’m… yeah, I’m gonna go get screened again. I’ve got a lot to think about.

#tma advent project #crowswritings #mistletoe is a parasite #i thought it would be fun to play with corruption and use a non-insect parasite as the infestation

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muggycuphead · 1 year

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weird flex but ok i guess pt.28

War...Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ (and dark themed) designs I made while having funky fever bc o h m y g o d do I get a little crazier every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

This one's to all my eldritch creatures fan folks, have a taste

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – AU fanconcept sketches [XXV]

EDIT 26/10/2023: Updated the drawing with a rescanned, more clean version

1.- Puppil (Grown/Sick)

cooties bad

So yeah, this is BF's pet pupper after so long...and I mean it it's been 10 years already whatzefu-

He was fun to make, and the result came out awesome, I love it <3

2.- "Puppil, it really is you buddy!"

(This happens after StiX's rewritten events, and once Puppil is de-cootied)

(Instinctively, Puppil pounces towards BF and throws him off, as he gasps in shock)

(Both GFs) "BF!"

"Major B!"

(BF is shaken, as the eldritch canine slowly steps closer, growling)

"..."

(BF notices something on the creature's eye that rings a bell on his memory lane)

"Wait, is it...?"

(BF stands up and walks towards the canine, his hand put foward)

(Little G) "No! BF!"

(GF) "Oh my devils, are you serious?!"

(The canine looks aggresively towards GF, until...)

"...Puppil? Is it you, buddy?"

(The canine stands paralyzed for a while, it's ears going a little up, as it looks towards BF, his eye slightly getting expanded)

"...Do you...still remember me...?"

(The canine walks a little closer, as it sniffs BF's hand)

(Pause for a moment...and the doggo jumps over BF)

"BF!"

(Panic ceases the moment she hears BF beeping and laughing, noticing the canine's just...y'know, licking him in a playful way cuz dogs things amirite-)

(Stops Puppil for a sec and holds its face, it still panting) "Ahaha! Ah, Puppil, it really is you, old buddy! And BOY did ya get big, you rascal!"

(Puppil barks enthusiastically, as it puts itself close to BF)

(Hugs Puppil back, still petting him) "Yeah, I missed you too, pal...it's been a long time..."

(Minor B joins in, as Puppil looks to him and back to BF in confusion)

"Oh, uh...it's a long story"

(Puppil looks toward Minor B, sniffs him, and licks him as a "hello hi")

"Hehe, welcome back, Puppil!"

(Another hug because hell fucking yeah)

Can we have wholesome cake thank you

3.- "Awe, who's a good boy?"

(Vibing) "Sooo...you guys done there?"

(Puppil looks back at GF and frowns, growling)

(stands up) "Ayo, easy there boy, she's not a threat" (pets Puppil, who looks back to him) "If anything, she's my partner...or as you guys know it, my 'mate'"

(GF giggles) "Hey, don't you furrify me"

(BF chuckles) "But anyway, she's GF, and that little fella next to her is...also her" (Puppil looks confused) "...Yeah, it's awkward but it is what it is"

(Puppil walks to GF and looks at her, waving its tail)

"Heya, what's up, doggie boy?"

"Aw, he's so cute! Can I pet him?"

(Puppil walks close, as Little G puts her hand on its head, while GF tickles it below its chin(??)

"Awe, who's a good boy? Who's a cute little spooky boy?"

(Puppil licks GF a little in her hand)

"Hey, watch it there, I might be a little too spicy for you" (wink)

Demon girl and eldritch doggo vibin

4.- A favor

Chuck's gonna keep doggo boi at his place for now till GF and BF come back

What are friends for anyway?

#fnf au #friday night funkin #fnfau #friday night funkin mod idea #bfsh #eldritch dogs ftw

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young-prince-firefly · 2 years

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Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?

The bright red appendage replacing my human arm is a surprising sight in the morning. The amount of damage I could do with my pincer is immeasurable. I have to be extra careful.

Carefully, I make my way to the bathroom and get started on my normal routine. I brush my teeth and shower. Afterward, I massage moisturizer into my skin. My pincer feels much better after this.

I can't put on sleeves with my pincer, it's too large. Probably the worse part of having it. I guess I made a mistake talking to a dream genie. Why would I wish for a crab limb though?

After finding a single-sleeved top I head downstairs for breakfast. Cooking is a bit difficult with my pincer. I can hold the pan with the clamp.

My right arm is the pincer. Luckily, I'm left-handed. I stab my pancakes with the pincer and eat them like that. I treat most breakfast as finger-food.

Walking into work surprises my boss. He tells me I might scare away patients. I promise that no one will get hurt, at least, my pincer won't hurt them.

After a successful conversation with a patient about whether Leukemia is real or not, it is, I sign out of the building. My shift is over and I need sleep.

When I wake up, I am super annoyed. Why did dream me have to make such stupid decisions? My left arm is now also a pincer. How am I supposed to wear clothing?

I call in sick to my boss and do my best to wrap a blanket around myself. At least no one peeking through the windows will see anything they're not supposed to.

I eat the leftover pancakes from yesterday. They're cold and have a crunching noise when I bite them. They might be stale.

I flop onto my couch and press the power button with my nose. My remote falls on the floor when I adjust my position. I don't bother picking it up, and I watch whatever dumb cartoon came on.

I passed out during my "sick" day. I now have an extra leg. It's a crab leg. What is with dream me and crabs? What the hell are they wishing for?

I call in a sick week and claim I'm experiencing symptoms close to covid. I'm self-quarantining for now. I'll either be dead next week or back in the building. My boss lets me know there's a policy regarding covid that has to be followed so I better not show up for two weeks.

I would follow my morning routine but I don't have hands. I'm just gonna walk around the house and watch tv. Fulfillment can't be reached with no thumbs.

I fell asleep in my kitchen again. This is the third time this week. Dream me keeps asking for crab stuff, apparently. Not sure why, I don't even like crabs. I ate crab once and screamed when I saw its face.

I feel shorter for some reason. I crawl towards the bathroom. I can only call it crawl because of the extra crab limbs.

The mirror is a bit high up. I use my pincers to get onto the counter. I scream at the image in the mirror. The scream doesn't sound like me. I don't look like me.

I am an entire crab. I have the beady eyes, the spindly legs, the pincers, and the small body. Dream me wished to be a crab. I'm gonna be sick.

I'm an abnormally large crab. My trip to the beach has featured staring. The sun is hot. The water is cool. I guess vibing as a giant crab won't be so bad.

#show and tell time #show and tell #satt #satt-prompt #satt-writing-prompt #satt-genie

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contemporarycares · 2 years

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Wow just wow- while catching up with a friend on Facebook messenger I browsed our old messages in the chat history and saw the link to my QUARANTINE BLOG.

I'm just rolling with laughter seeing how things fell off around day 5. A Gemini with all the best of intentions... The usual routine for my projects. Im happy about it though that there is some record or some of my stay. That moment in time was a really interesting moment globally and personally. Globally no one knew what the hell was going on with the science of COVID... And governments were so varied in their approach to handling or mishandling the spread. The approaches are still very similar with just some changes two year later.

Personally I was reuniting with my husband after months. Rejoining my life abroad in Sydney. Also continuing and completing my studies in library studies.

Little did I know I would be carrying our first child 2 months later. A consciously conceived little babe. My husband and I were growing as people and partners. We were isolated from family but completely in our power as parents. We made huge decisions that affected us and the future of our family. I learned how to take care of a tiny little life as well as take care of myself at the same time. A lot can happen in 2 years!

At that time in quarantine, I guess I got into a non-routine after I fell off with blogging. I remember clearly that the non routine felt so much more comforting than approaching the 2 weeks of quarantine in a regimented way. For example sitting around eating snacks all day, sleeping when I wanted, texting with friends and watching Netflix after a bath seemed like normalcy and comfort. Rather than pushing myself to find exercise routines and basically any long term goals outside of that hotel room.

There's a Facebook group for people quarantining at the same hotel and it was so entertaining to read people's little "wins" and also their complaints.

Unfortunately, I began to get bad headaches due to the lack of sun and fresh air. Without a balcony or window to open I was breathing recycled air only and that was really unsettling.

I got some sun by the window in the mornings then it would disappear soon at noon or before noon around the corner *sad face*

It felt unnatural to be without sun, fresh air, earth and sky. But I stayed distracted with my devices, my dual TV and phone combo and FOOD. The groceries Akshay brought me seemed to be the saving grace.

And then the mysterious killing happened. At 8am one morning ambulances and police blocked the street off below my window as a violent murder was investigated.

They provided mental health support and I actually was that asshole that made it all about me crying on the phone to them as I projected my personal deepest darkest fears onto that a humble man's tragedy.

Things on my side mentally got a bit more strange. At least in my personal experience it was a bit strange. I had called the receptionist to tell her my room had a mold problem because it was smelling horribly. No one could come and clean it in quarantine and the hotel sent heavy duty cleaning supplies to my room. Later I found out the odor was coming from my refrigerator. A bit of brie cheese sitting there - part of the grocery haul. Stinking up the room smelling like mold. I just balk at myself. Silly just beyond silly.

I'm back in the US visiting for the first time since my last trip in early 2020. The pandemic has made its mark. I think about all the tragedy this country has been through and how much I'm grateful to be united with family. Plus my baby is with me and he's shining so brightly.

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