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c-ptsdrecovery · 4 months
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I've been meaning to make this post for months, but I'm lazy :P
This year, I got diagnosed with bipolar 2, and going on mood stabilizers has been LIFE-CHANGING. (In the way they always told me going on antidepressants would be, only it wasn't.) I have discovered that I had a lot of (common) misconceptions about what bipolar disorder was like, which was why I struggled for at least 15 years with it and didn't get diagnosed until now. So I wanted to share a little bit about what I've learned about what bipolar disorder is REALLY like, in the hopes that other people in the same boat as me might recognize their own symptoms.
Disclaimers: I am not a mental health professional or an expert in bipolar disorder, and this is drawn from my personal experiences, which may be different from what another person with bipolar experiences.
--There are different levels of depression and of mania. Low mania, for instance, is called hypomania. While people with Bipolar 1 experience a range of emotions from mania to depression, people with Bipolar 2 experience mostly depression with occasional hypomania.
--People have a very extreme and stereotyped idea of what mania looks like, so it can be harder to recognize hypomania in particular. Things that mania/hypomania can look like:
anxiety
restlessness
insomnia
constant fidgeting
huge excitement or joy
intense creativity
intense sensory experience (colors are brighter, handsoap smells AMAZING, etc)
rage
less inhibited behavior
more spending
more risky behavior
feeling like you're finally yourself for the first time in years
--You will notice in that list that manic doesn't just mean happy. Mania is a high-energy state. That can mean high-energy happiness, high-energy anger, high-energy anxiety, etc. Depression is the low-energy side of the equation.
--You don't have to be JUST manic or JUST depressed. It's very common to have "mixed episodes" where you are both at one time. I was diagnosed years ago with "anxiety and depression"--and it turns out that that was probably actually a bipolar mixed state. A lot of people with classic depression talk about having no energy, having trouble getting out of bed, etc, but I always had the kind of depression where I felt despairing but also high-energy. I was restless and anxious--and sometimes had bursts of happiness and enjoyment in the middle and then went back to being depressed again.
--Bipolar can feel like mood swings. Your moods are intense and they can change quickly. I have had a psychiatrist tell me that you know it's bipolar when your mood changes for no reason. This may be true for some people, but for me, I could almost always attribute my mood change to SOMETHING. "I feel bad because of that thing somebody said to me" or "I feel bad because I'm lonely" or "I feel anxious because my stomach is upset". So that wasn't a helpful indicator for me, but the presence of the mood swings was. Some people also try to say that you have to be in a manic or depressive state for a certain number of days in order to qualify as bipolar--but if you're having mixed episodes like I was, all bets are off as to how long a mood is going to last.
--It's very common for people with bipolar disorder to have sleep problems: sleeping too much, sleeping too little, or both. I go right to sleep at bedtime, but then I wake up in the middle of the night, lie awake for an hour, and then go back to sleep. I have done this regularly for literally 15 years.
--A really good sign of having bipolar disorder is if trying a new antidepressant makes you manic/hypomanic. This doesn't always happen to people with bipolar disorder trying an antidepressant, but it certainly can.
My experience with antidepressants is that sometimes they seemed to work a bit for awhile, but in the long run, they really didn't work. One antidepressant that I tried made me FURIOUSLY ANGRY, so much so that it scared me and I had to get off the med after a week (the rage was a hypomanic state). One antidepressant that I tried made me so unbearably anxious that I took it ONCE and never again (that anxiety was also a hypomanic state). I took an antidepressant once that worked PERFECTLY for two months, and then suddenly stopped, and never worked again (happy hypomania, mood-swinging back to depressed again). What finally tipped us off that my problem was bipolar disorder was when I tried a new antidepressant and it made me feel AMAZING and then it wore off and I got super-depressed again... and then we raised the dose and I felt AMAZING and then it wore off, and... Meanwhile, I was happier than I had ever been before, I started a new hobby of collecting bonkers earrings, I started dressing in eye-burning rainbow colors, I was far more confident than I had ever been, I spent more (not way too much, but more) than usual... That is the kind of hypomanic/manic state that most people recognize as such, which is how I finally got diagnosed.
I will add on tomorrow or so with some stories about episodes that I recognize in retrospect were from my bipolar disorder, but I don't want to make this post longer than it already is! I will just add: If any of this sounds like you, I strongly encourage you to talk to a doctor about trying mood stabilizers. Maybe they won't do anything for you--but then at least you'll KNOW. I have a sneaking suspicion that just like C-PTSD is wildly underdiagnosed, bipolar disorder probably is, too.
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sunflowerdarlingx · 3 months
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New Experiences (18+)
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Hello lovelies,
Long time, no posts. I hope you're all well and have had a great start to the new year! I haven't written in a long time so wanted to get back into it. I have a few one shots to post and a new series! I'm pretty sure my engagement on this platform is going to be awful but I really don't want to start fresh when I've posted so much work on here. Enough rambling for now though!
This is just a little NYE piece to get back into the swing of things.
18+ only. Minors DNI.
Content warnings: Smut with no plot, first time male receiving head, alcohol consumption (I think that's all).
Bucky Barnes x Female reader
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The top floor of the Avengers Tower was booming with people. The New Years party was in full swing and the clock was slowly ticking. Bucky was currently sitting at the bar with a cold beer in hand. He hated parties but the team insisted he come, reminding him that he would just feel low being locked in his room alone. 
His eyes caught yours across the room and you found yourself wandering over to him. “C’mon Buck, give me a smile” you sent him a cheeky grin of your own and placed your champagne glass on the bar beside his beer. 
You had always had a special connection with Bucky. You were the only one in the tower apart from Sam and Steve who Bucky felt truly comfortable around. You regularly had movie nights and you introduced him to a lot of the modern ways of living. More recently Bucky was struggling to just be your friend, but dating was so much more complicated now and it was driving him insane. He couldn’t get you off his mind. 
The corner of Bucky's lips immediately turned up and a small smile graced his usually grumpy face. You caught his eye the second you entered the tower. You were gorgeous and his jaw almost dropped seeing you in the little white dress you had picked to wear tonight. It hugged every curve of your body and Bucky couldn't help but let his eyes wander over every dip and bump that the dress hugged. 
“There it is” you giggled as he sent you a shy smile. You engaged in small talk for a little bit before the countdown caught your eye. “Quickly Buck, we need to find you a new year's kiss!” you hopped down from your seat at the bar and took his hand in yours. 
“Woah there, I didn’t agree to that” Bucky’s body barely moved an inch and he swiftly pulled you back into his side. 
“C’mon it’s tradition” your eyes peeked up at him through your lashes as the clock counted down the last two minutes of the year. 
“Who’s your kiss?” he asked, leaning into your ear as the noise level in the room raised with excitement. 
“I..I don’t have one”. You were suddenly aware of how close you were to Bucky. His metal hand rested on your waist and his face was awfully close to your own. 
Ten…nine… The countdown began and Bucky’s eyes met yours. “I guess you’re stuck with me then”.
Three 
Oh my god, Bucky was going to kiss you. 
Two 
The same Bucky who you had a crush on for months.
One 
Bucky was finally kissing the girl of his dreams.
Happy New Year! 
The tower erupted in cheers, confetti poured down from the ceiling and the sounds of party blowers echoed throughout. 
Bucky's lips gently landed on yours, gently pecking your lips before his hand moved to the back of your neck and pulled you in closer. 
“God you’re perfect” he groaned as he pulled away. A deep red blush coated your cheeks. 
“Kiss me again Buck”, it came out as a whisper but Bucky heard. A cocky smirk took over his features as Bucky leaned in again. The kiss was deeper this time, less gentle and a little more rushed. 
“Go Tinman!!” Sam hollered from across the bar and Bucky pulled away. Glaring at his friend, he flipped Sam off and took your hand in his, guiding you to the elevator. 
“Sorry, I..uh thought we could go for a wal..” Buck’s sentence was cut short by you wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into a kiss. 
His hands wrapped around your thighs and pulled you up into his embrace. The kiss was messy, all tongue as the elevator rode down to his floor. 
“Fuck” he groaned out as your hips bucked gently against him. The ding of the elevator signalled that you had arrived at Bucky's floor and he expertly managed to walk you both to his bedroom without breaking the kiss. 
He sat on the edge of the bed with you on his lap, his lips trailing down your jaw and neck. Your hands moved to unbutton the dress shirt he wore and his hands found their way to the zip of your dress.
“Wow”, Bucky paused the kiss to take in your upper half as the dress bunched at your waist. His hands immediately started to play with your tits. His fingers gently rolling the buds between his fingers. “God, you’re perfect, you know that…getting me so hard” his lips were back on your neck, gently nipping at your collarbone. “Can you feel that sweetheart? Feel how hard you make me?” his hands moved to grind your hips against his growing bulge and his lips wrapped around your nipple.
“Fuck Buck” your back arched into him as your hips started to grind harder against him. 
He lifted you up with ease, pulling your dress down and unbuckled his belt. As he moved to take off his pants, you started to trail kisses down his chest and stomach before dropping onto your knees. 
“Your lips feel like heaven sweetheart” Bucky groaned as your lips wrapped around the head of his cock. “Oh my god, fuck” Buckys hands wrapped around your hair. You slowly started to bob your head up and down his shaft. “Jeez sweetheart, n…no one’s ev..ever done this before”. Your eyes widened at his admission and he chuckled at the reaction. “I think it’s a modern thing”. 
You sent him a cheeky wink and hollowed your cheeks, taking him further down your throat, desperate to hear the noises he makes again. “Oh fuck, feels so good sweetheart…your mouth his heaven…oh..oh fuck…’m close.. Slow…slow down sweetheart gonna make me, Fuck”. 
You pulled back off his cock and ran your tongue up and down his shaft. “You’re gonna be the death of me” Bucky groaned out as he watched your hand disappear under your panties before wrapping your lips around his cock again. 
This time Bucky's hips gently rocked into your mouth, careful not to force too much of his cock at once. “Fuck sweetheart, I can hear that little pussy, fuckkkk… can hear how wet you are. You like sucking my cock? You like making me feel good?”.
Your moans vibrated against his cock and Bucky could feel his legs shake at how good you made him feel. He watched the way your hand gradually worked faster against his clit and he could feel your movements getting sloppier as your eyes glazed over. 
“You gonna cum sweetheart? Gonna cum all over your hand while you suck my cock?” his high was getting closer and the hazy look that filled your eyes tipped him over the edge. His cum filled your mouth and he watched as you shook as you came on your fingers. 
“Good girl” he praised before lifting you and laying you on the bed. He gently placed his lips on yours before slowly kissing his way down your body “God, I can’t wait to taste you sweetheart…”
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peachii-bear-art · 13 days
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Boo!! I'm not dead lmao
Finally got a more mobile drawing tablet (Galaxy Tab Active with CSP), so I now have a much more functional setup for drawing more regularly yayyyyy
Cause the traditional desktop/bamboo tablet setup I was relying on before was fuckin brutal lmao, and feels almost arcaic compared to now lol
Anyway, hoping to post more art now, but it's been over a year since I last drew anything, so it's been a blast, but also a challenge to get back into the swing of things again
Oh! I'll also be posting on tiktok (under Peachii-Bear), at least while tiktok is still alive before it possibly gets banned :/
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adventuretolkienlover · 2 months
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Hello Everyone.
Okay, so this gonna sound bad, but I'm going to have to say Goodbye for a while.
Not forever! But for a while. I have school now and between running a side blog that leaves me with 99+ notifications and life being hectic lately, it's just not working.
However, I will still be answering direct messages/asks/comments and such. And occasionally replying to my mutuals posts. And as for my fanfics... Well, they will be finished because I don't leave things behind like that. But I think for now, they're going to be out on the back burner. I have to much going on right now with other projects and life in general.
I feel heartbroken about making this announcement. Like, absolutely awful. And scared, actually. I have so much guilt from not being able to update this blog regularly. I feel like maybe if I can lift that weight, I'll be able to start moving forward again.
But I want to let you all know a care about you all very much and thank you for getting me this far. It's been incredible. I want especially to thank my friends @th3p0rtalmaker @twotangledsisters @cassandrium360 @disneyfanatic1993 @nalidreams @soreiya and @tardisesandtitans for all the love and support you've all given me. I really hope none of you are mad at me for this. It's be so much fun. I hope to get back into swing real soon.
See you guys around.❤️❤️❤️
-- JP
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aheckinmess · 19 days
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Fire in the Hole [Bakugo] (Fluff)
(One-shot 2/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays.)
Read on AO3.
Tags: Bakugo x OC, Katsuki Bakugo, Dynamight, Pro-Hero Bakugo, Pro-Hero OC, Feisty OC, Fluff, Fluff with maybe a little angst, one explosion boy.
Word Count: 1,202 words
Summary: Everyone knows that Dynamight can be a hot-head. But Tigress notices that his aggression is doubled when directed at her, and she's in for a wild surprise when she finds out why.
Author's Note: This one-shot isn't a part of a series, so if you're ever looking to see what character I'm writing for, I'll give a character name and whether it's angst, fluff, or smut in the title. Enjoy!
Ichijiku (Tigress)
It’s a little off-putting to say the least when Dynamight starts acting weird around me. Every time we team up against villains, he seems to get more feral and aggressive towards me. Granted, he’s always been feral and aggressive…but he really likes laying into me.
Today he pushes a little too far. I step into his agency to visit a friend and he roars his displeasure.
“WHY THE HELL IS THIS DAMN CAT HERE AGAIN?!” He bellows at me. “YOU’VE GOT SOME NERVE–”
My fist swings around to meet his face and he blocks it with surprisingly quick reflexes. I use the momentum to slam my foot up into his stomach as I scream at top volume, pumping fear into him.
I’m not surprised when he lands a hit into my side, but I remain on my feet with bared teeth.
“Stop treating me like a damn disease, Dynamight!” I hiss. “I came here to visit a friend, not listen to you complain!”
“Who the hell do you think you’re talking to?” He grits his teeth with a glare at me.
I try not to admit to myself that he makes me feel warm inside. That despite his abrasive exterior, I appreciate his authenticity and the subtle ways he takes care of others. Even though he hides it.
“Ichan! You made it!” Sayuri chirps from behind. Her face instantly turns into a scowl as she wraps an arm around me and guides me away. “Leave my bestie alone, Dynamight. We’ll be back.”
“You’d better. I don’t pay you to goof off, Phobos.” He growls.
“We’ll be fifteen minutes, tops, pretty boy.” I huff over my shoulder.
“You better make that ten, extra!”
“I’ll make it twenty if you piss me off!”
. . . . .
Lunch with Sayuri has become habit at this point. It’s friend time carved into the week in order to help me maintain my mental sanity. I recline at the table as we wait for our waitress.
“So, how are you and Kiri doing these days? I miss hearing about my besties!” I giggle, smiling at the waitress as she comes by to take our drinks and orders.
“He’s the best! And I’m sorry we haven’t been keeping in touch much. You know with the move we’ve been pretty stressed. And there’s been a tick in crime this fall season.” She surveys the area as she says it before grinning. “But aside from that, things have been well. It still seems crazy that we’ve already been married for six months.”
“It feels unreal.” I agree, before the waitress brings our drinks.
I get quiet as I sip my tea and look at Dynamight’s bright sign for his agency next door. Why is he so mean to me anyway? Little brat is asking for a visit from my claws. I don’t realize my facial expressions show my thoughts so loudly until Sayuri speaks up.
“Sorry about Dynamight. He’s a bitch.” She chuckles, sipping her water. “I hope it didn’t bother you too much. I know sometimes loud noises are hard for you.”
“Is he always like that?” I ask, wondering if maybe I’ve been exaggerating how he behaves around me. I’ve always heard he’s a hothead, so maybe I’ve just been walking in at the peak of his tantrums?
“To an extent,” Sayuri begins, before looking thoughtful and adding. “He always seems more aggressive towards you now that I think about it. Did you do something to piss him off?”
“I knew it!” I set my chair all the way down just as the waitress comes by and drops off our sushi. I pull out my chopsticks as I sigh. “I don’t know what I did to him. All I know is that every time I enter the room, he targets me. I swear it’s like he’s got a tracker on me.”
“Yeah…I’m sorry. I know you like him.” She shakes her head and pops some sushi in her mouth.
“It’s nothing serious.” I shrug, even though it hurts more than I bargain for.
While we both pause to savor the flavor, I start turning over memories of fighting with Dynamight. Even since the first time we worked together, it feels like he’s only ever had it out for me. In fact, I barely interacted with him that first time. What the hell is his problem?
We make it back to Dynamight’s agency exactly fifteen minutes after we left thanks to quick service at the sushi shop. When we walk in, Dynamight’s busy with a group of rookie sidekicks.
“You idiots! You’ve got to try harder. If you keep making little mistakes like that, they’ll pile up and it could mean someone’s life instead of a faulty budget. Go fix it!” He hisses, but it lacks the venom he uses with me.
“See?” Sayuri whispers. “I don’t get it. The little shit.”
When the rookies move away, he notices us and his face twists in anger.
“There you are! I told you you had ten minutes!” He snaps.
“And I told you that we’d be back in fifteen.” I stand firm, glaring at him.
“Shove off, Dynamight.” Sayuri rolls her eyes and storms past him, looking professional and ready to work. I don’t miss that she stops just outside her office to watch us, though. When we don’t go for each others’ throats, she steps inside.
“I have a question for you, Dynamight.” I say with piercing eyes. “What did I ever do to piss you off?”
“Tch. You’re wasting my time. I’ve got an agency to run.” He turns and stomps off.
I head towards him for a moment, before I clench my fists and start walking back downstairs to leave. Not worth the energy. Just a stupid crush. I’m rounding the corner of the stairwell when I’m shoved into a dark, empty room.
“Goddamn it…how do you do it?” Dynamight’s voice growls in the darkness. When I squirm, he grips my wrists and turns on the light. His red eyes bore into mine, pupils huge. “What made you think you’d pissed me off?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you’re meaner to me than everyone else.” I growl, despite the growing attraction buzzing in my chest. I shield it with anger. “It doesn’t matter when I’m here, you always single me out!”
My pulse picks up speed as I struggle to maintain eye contact, but he’s a lot stronger than me. At least in this moment. He grips my chin with his hand and gets closer to my face. My eyes flicker to his lips for half a second.
“Don’t you understand anything?” His calloused thumb rubs my cheek, making me meet his eyes again. “I’m only more pissy with you because you make me feel like doing this.”
His lips capture mine and I could swear his quirk extends to my heart as an explosive force draws my arms around his neck. I tangle my fingers in his hair before pulling my other hand down to rest at his chest until we both pull back, our expressions much softer and uncertain.
“You know…you could have just told me that instead of making me think you hated me.” I swallow thickly.
“Whatever.” His cheeks tinge the slightest shade pink. “I get off at 7. You like sushi, yeah?”
“I do.” I smirk.
“Then your ass better be here by 7:05.” His lips ghost my ear before he leaves.
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sunnydwrites · 7 months
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Project Updates!
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It's been a while (obviously, from my last post) since I've been here! So before I get back into the swing of giving writing advice and posting here regularly, I want to talk a bit about the things I've been up to.
Published Stories
I've been working super hard on my writing, and I've since had three stories accepted and published in different magazines! These are stories I'm super proud of; they contain my heart and soul. You can give them a read if you want!
Not Quite, published in Hearth and Coffin.
The Body of a Hero, published in The Bone Parade.
To Light a Match, published in Palindrome Journal.
And, to me, this is just the start! I have a ton of other stories that I'm working on and preparing to submit. This has been an awesome journey so far and I'm excited to keep going with it!
The Coffee Ring Review
I also started my own literary journal. You can find it on Twitter, Instagram, Chillsubs, and on its own website. This is a journal I started back in February because I was feeling a certain type of way receiving rejections with no actual feedback. Though my process takes longer, I give feedback on every piece submitted to me, and I'm preparing to release the magazine's inaugural edition!
(Subs closed for now, but I'll announce here when we reopen.)
(Did you know the Discord server also has its own mag?)
Unpublished Projects
I have been absolutely captivated recently by this concept for a world of floating islands, crystals, and magical deities. The world is called Feia right now, and I'm going through the process of developing everything before I write. Been using an application called Obsidian to link everything together - it works WONDERFULLY for the complexity of the world. I'm planning to talk more about this app here soon.
Also lots of short stories on the way - I've learned a lot recently about planning and executing short stories, especially with more experience as an editor under my belt. Hoping that I'll be able to share some more publication links here soon!
I'm also working on redeveloping that cyberpunk world I was in last time I was active here. It still exists, very much! I'm trying right now to figure out how I can make it the best it can be.
Discord
I still exist over on TTWF on Discord! That server is a blast, and we're prepping our Halloween edition right now. (Join the server for more info!)
Now that I'm back more consistently, I'm super happy to be talking about these things more often! Stay tuned for updates!
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randoauthor · 2 years
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Hurt (P.M)
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Pairings: Pete Mitchell x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Car accidents, mentions of death, injury, swearing (Maybe?)
Word Count: 1.4K
Author's Note: I'm back! (*again*) I was fighting a massive cold + starting school back up so I think I now have a pretty set schedule and will hopefully be back to posting regularly!
Summary: Car accidents suck, but sometimes even with the most hurt in the world the best things tend to blossom
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It all happened so fast.
One moment we were listening to music in my car, the windows rolled down as I stared at her. Her hair flowed freely in the wind, her smile so genuine it made my heart skip a beat.
But that was one moment.
This is now.
Now I am lying on the ground staring at the stars.
How was I staring at the stars?
I was just in the car with her, why am I now here?
More importantly, where is she?
I remember the tires screeching.
I remember the shatter sound of glass against the pavement.
I hear her screaming for me, screaming in pain.
I can't feel my legs.
My head is pounding, she is screaming, and I can't feel my legs.
What the fuck happened?
"Pete?" she calls frantically, "Pete Steven Mitchell you better respond to me or else!" she called again, in between sobs of pain. The faint noise of sirens wailing in the distance, mimicking the noises she was making.
Is she okay?
That has to be a loaded question, she is obviously okay to an extent but until I lay my own eyes on her I won't know for sure. I groan as I try to move.
I have to move.
Slowly I move myself around, the lack of feeling in my legs proving to be unhelpful in this moment in time. Swinging around to my belly I finally have eyes on her.
She's okay.
Well, mostly. She seems to be bleeding but from where I don't know, a slight limp indicates that she has some form on an injury there. red marks on her face an arms suggest bruising will appear in the next day or two.
But she's okay.
The lights of the ambulance and firetrucks become more visible as they light up the scene around us. Did we get into an accident? Is anyone else hurt?
I glance around the scene a bit more. A car seems to be flipped on its side angling more towards a ditch, our car seems to be relatively fine besides a smashed hood and a shattered windshield.
Did I go through the windshield?
"Pete!" She yells, rushing to me as well as she can, collapsing next to me she takes my hand in hers. "There was an accident, another car swerved and hit us, I think you went through the windshield." She let a few tears slip. I glance at her up and down trying to find any more injuries that I missed from afar.
There's a giant blood stain on her stomach, oh my god she's bleeding from her abdomen.
I can't speak. I try my hardest to motion to her abdomen but she isn't paying enough attention to herself. She needs to look down. How do I get her to look down?
It doesn’t take much because as soon as the paramedics took one look at her she was take away, despite her protests.
"He's hurt." She tried.
"Darling you are way more hurt then him." The shorter paramedic responds, she reminds me a lot of my mom, constantly disregarding stupid protests, regardless of how hard the person tried to fight.
They eventually convinced her to get onto the stretcher, half empty promises of me following soon after. She took one final glance at me before climbing on, eventually being wheeled away from me.
Then it goes dark.
There's a steady beeping, it is the most annoying beeping I have never heard. There's a figure next to me in a chair, upon closer examination I find it to be Goose. His hair seemed to be a mess, his eyes seemed bloodshot.
God he looks worse then when Bradley was first born.
"Pete, hey buddy," his voice hoarse, tired, full of emotion.
"Hi," I say back softly, my throat feels like its on fire, "how long was I out?"
Goose gives me his signature smile, "a week."
I nod a soft response as we continue to talk.
"What happened?" I question out loud, hoping he'd be able to answer that for me.
He looked up sadly, "drunk driver." He shook his head. "There was a kid in the back too, not much older then Bradley, the driver was dead by the time everyone reached the scene. The little girl is three floors above you in intensive care."
I feel my heart ache, and I know if my heart is aching so is his.
"He swerved, they couldn't tell if it was a malicious act or just plain dumb luck that you two were picked to be the victims." I look up at Goose his final few words striking a memory I had forgotten about.
She was in the car with me.
"Is she okay?" I ask frantically, my health and well-being not important at all anymore.
I am finally thankful for the use of my legs, swinging them over the bed I ignore the throbbing is my head as I go to walk, I don't make it very far though as Goose grabs me and put me back on the bed.
"She is fine Mav," Goose says reassuringly, "She had to have surgery, but she's fine now, she's resting. She is almost completely in perfect health unlike you." He looked me up and down and I suddenly became very aware of my situation.
My legs were fine besides some cuts and bruises that were a lovely shade of purple. I had a few bandages on my arms and upon further inspection a large wrap is places snuggly around my chest and shoulder, covering what I can only imagine to be stitches.
"You had to have surgery too," Goose started, "the glass punctured a lung, you were struggling to breathe, they said you could barely speak. And you have a lovely amount of stitches along your shoulder from the glass cutting you, 387 I think they said, Carole would know she has been such a saint through all of this." I look back at Goose and realize the true state he is in, his hair was more messy then usual and he had clearly been crying.
"I'm gonna take you to see her Mav, I just need to get a wheel chair." He said heading out the door to grab one, "oh and one more thing you need to know, which I would let her tell you but she hasn't woken up yet." I look up as Goose smiles and sheds a singular tear.
"You're gonna be a dad."
Five simple words, five. Five words I can't seem to get out of my head, the ride up to her was quiet, I assume thats because I clearly need a moment to process this.
Goose was right when he said she looked bad, she was hooked up to so many different machines but the one that stood out to me the most was the one attached to her stomach.
The steady beating of a drum echoing through the room, cus that is our baby.
Goose gave me the room to let it be just us, he muttered something about having to call Carole to give her an update, so I found myself settled into a chair next to her speaking softly to her belly.
"Hi baby," I start, "I'm your dad, and your mom has done an amazing job of protecting you from this crazy world so far." I smiled, "your heart beats for the two of us peanut and I promise we are gonna spoil you so much."
Her hand moved slowly to place it on her stomach and I look up in a shock to meet her eyes.
"Damn right we are." She said with a smile.
I try my hardest to get to her quickly but with the state of my own body and the fear of injuring her more then she already is I move at a fast paced caution. I kiss her passionately before moving to kiss her stomach, the safe space for our baby.
We remained in the Hospital for another week, I ended up home sooner then she did for obvious reasons. I took my time to prepare my home, the both of us agreeing that while three weeks ago we thought moving in together was jumping the gun a little bit, it seems perfectly reasonable now.
So when I brought her home, I got to see the look on her face when sitting on our bed was a small pair of white booties for our baby to wear one day.
And that made it all worth it.
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Hey! I just wanted to tell you that I found your series when it was about a week old and there was just one book. And I've been following ever since! I used to check for update about twice a day and they always made my day! I'm sorry that people are so mean and are going out of there way to be mean to for literally no real reason. I'm happy that you're taking time to yourself! Terms of endearment is the story I play in my head at night while I'm trying to sleep. You're an amazing writer!
Hello, @markymark-zuckboi! Firstly, can I just say that your username made me snort? Amazing.
Thank you so much! Gee, you’ve been following for a fair while, then! Glad I haven’t scared you away. I’m so happy that you’ve enjoyed the shit I’ve dumped on here for over a year now. It’s definitely nice to know that people enjoy this space, especially when I’ve not been regularly writing (tbh, was facing a little ‘stage fright’ as I’d seen some people tear my writing apart during their hate train on me and some moots of mine). I’m doing a lot better now! There’s less meanness, though I definitely still get a few hate anons occasionally. Not nearly as bad as it was, though - for a few weeks, I was getting 1-2 hate anons a day, and that number would go up if I posted anything/had any activity on here. I’m still not entirely sure it wasn’t just one person with a VPN and an unnecessary hate boner for me, but I digress. I’m feeling much more confident!
I definitely hate the way that meaningless vitriol (and it was meaningless - I mean, of all the things to have a go at me for, most of it was about how fat I apparently am based off the ONE video that features my hands in it, lol) can completely suck your joy away. I joined fandom to write, and being told to die on a daily basis doesn’t do wonders for creativity, haha! But the worst of it has stopped, so I am definitely thankful for that. Getting back into writing has been a little difficult - honestly, I have no idea how I had the discipline to do it the way I was doing it a few months back. It’ll be a process getting into the swing of things, I’m sure, but I’m looking forward to sharing new work with everyone. I’ve had a nice break where I got to do some stuff I loved and I got a hard copy of my work out of it, which was such a motivating factor for me, honestly. At the end of the day, those anons are just letters shoved together on a backlit screen; a book is forevaaaaah.
I really appreciate your kindness. I’m so happy you like my writing! Here’s hoping the next update for terms of endearment is ready soon!
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I Gave You All (Pt. 2)
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I Gave You All (Pt. 2)
Characters: Peter Parker x You
Summary: You weren’t supposed to remember him. And you didn’t. For three years. But you always remembered… something. Little things, every now and again. Now, you have a new neighbor, that honestly..? Doesn’t seem all that new to you. (Can be read as GN reader)
(Post NWH, could technically be read for any Peters if your headcanon is that 2 & 3 were wiped from their universes memory too, but it is being written for adult Tom Holland!Peter Parker)
Word Count:  2,667
Warnings: (18+) Mentions and use of alcohol and ouid. Mild sexuality and language. Angsty. Slow burn emotionally/plot-wise.
Author Note: Hi again! Sorry for the wait! I’m a full-time student with summer classes right now, as well as two new jobs, so this won’t be updated too regularly, but I’m aiming for every two weeks-ish. Also, this is completely self-indulgent. I’m writing to cope with all of my adult problems and it’s a comfort thing, so I hope y’all enjoy, but don’t sweat it if not! 😂 Thanks for reading. -Meg
(Also, a lot of my formatting didn't transfer over, I'm so sorry!)
“You know, it’s crazy how quickly someone’s life can change.” You look at the brown-eyed boy sitting on the fire escape next to you, then turn back to the city skyline.
“How easy it is to stop caring about things that used to mean everything to you. How much of a difference a year, or two, or three can make in your life and how you never thought you could feel more numb than you did then, but suddenly you’re here, even more numb and cold than you were, and you just… can’t do anything about it, because what’s the point of trying anymore?” You steal the joint from the stranger’s nimble fingers and take a drag, letting the burn of the smoke fill your lungs before continuing.
“So, you just go with the flow and ignore the pain until it doesn’t hurt anymore, and you just… don’t care. You don’t even know where the pain is coming from. Because you don’t remember the one thing that ever made you feel human, and you literally can’t think of a meaningful way to do anything about it, so you ignore the present, avoid the future, try… so. hard… to remember the past, and just end up in a never-ending void of “whatever”s and “so what”s. You get high, or-or drunk on a Tuesday night because you literally have nothing better to do or offer society because in all reality… you left. Because what the hell else are you going to do?” You shake your head and take another pull from the joint, thoughts becoming cloudier by the minute.
“I don’t remember your face. But I remember what you meant to me. And I hate that I can’t even hear your voice in a dream.” You clear your throat and snuff out the end of the blunt on the cold metal. 
“I don’t know… I think you do know who I am. You’re just now starting to realize it.” Your entire body tenses as you slowly look to your left, Peter Parker’s chocolate brown eyes are looking down at you.
Your eyes fly open to focus on your popcorn ceiling as your alarm blares in your ear. Light from the sunrise peeks through your curtains, and you groan, throwing your pillow over your head, unwilling to get up. This is, in part, to your raging hangover, but for the first time, you remember the entirety of the dream you’ve been having on repeat for the last three years. As you mull over everything your REM cycle produced, you’re sure that the image of your neighbor’s face was there due to his impromptu visit last night. He couldn’t be the shadow from your memories. It didn’t make sense.
Yes, it did.
No. You’ve had the same dream every night since you were 18. The only reason it changed last night was that you met him. That was it. You had never met Peter Parker in your life before 7:36 pm the night before.
Of course.
Because the other alternative is impossible, you would remember. You would remember his voice, the lazy swing of his arms, the soft sound of his laugh, and the awkward gap in his left eyebrow… You stop yourself. Sure, Peter Parker was cute, but he wasn’t worth making you late to your shift. 
Debatable.
You hit your alarm clock with a groan and pad to your bathroom, turning on the shower. Your phone lights up with a notification that you elect to ignore for the time being, and a few taps later, your morning playlist is filling the tiled interior of the bathroom.  You start to relax as the warm water runs down your back, letting the final reminders of last night wash down the drain. Your headache dulls slightly when you massage the shampoo into your hair, humming to the music. After a while, you step out and begin the rest of your pre-work routine, hair, teeth, face, and clothes, always in that order. When you’re done, you check the time only to find you are, once again, running late. 
Grabbing your keys in a blind and frenzied rush out the door, you manage to plow straight into none other than Peter Parker in all of his weekend glory, mop and bucket in hand.
“Woah, sorry! Bad time?” He’s got an amused grin on his face. It almost keeps you distracted from noticing the bruise flowering underneath his left eye. You can make yourself reply after only a split second of hesitation.
“Oh, I’m actually kind of late for work? But-” You reopen the front door and take the extended items from his hands, tossing them in haphazardly. “-Thanks for returning them so quickly.” You give him a sweet smile, trying to ignore your already increasing heart rate.
“Yeah, absolutely! Didn’t want to hold them hostage for too long.” He returns your smile, and you do everything in your power to keep your cheeks from heating up. “I’ll let you go, though. Don’t want to be responsible for you being late to work. Have a good day, Y/N.” He starts back to his apartment, and suddenly you feel as if you’re watching the scene from above when you hear your voice call out.
“Hey, do you wanna get… dinner tonight? Maybe? My treat. Think of it as a welcome present.” Peter Parker turns on his heel to face you, a smile already finding its way onto his damn near perfect face.
“I’d really like that. What time?” You’re shocked he’s said yes, honestly.
“Let’s say 7? I’ll order in.” The tight coil in your chest feels like it’s about to burst in excitement you didn’t know you were carrying, but you hold it together.
“Great! It’s a date.” You step forward some, head tilted down slightly to hide your excitement, pulling a pen from your work supplies and grabbing his hand. You scribble down your phone number and a smiley face before putting it away.
“Text me your Thai order and I’ll grab it on my way home. See you at 7, Parker.” You exchange one last grin and step out of the building, practically floating on air the entire way to work.
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It’s on your lunch break hours later before you’re able to check your phone again. You see a series of new messages on your lock screen and open them, smiling slightly.
Unknown number
Hey! :P
It’s Peter btw
Peter Parker. Your new neighbor.
Your smile grows exponentially when you see the messages have been sent over a period of several hours, the first mere minutes after you had left the building with Peter staring at your phone number inked onto his skin. You reply quickly.
Peter Parker
Hey, Peter Parker :)
Think about what you want for dinner yet?
You wait for a reply, but your thirty-minute break is disappearing quickly. You slide your phone back into your bag and eat your sandwich, your coworker Halie coming to join you.
“What’s got you blushing?” She smirks and opens her own lunch.
“I’m not blushing!” You reply. “It’s hot outside, it’s probably just a sunburn or something!” And she laughs.
“Sure, sunburns always get darker when you mention them, right?” She leans forward. “Did you meet someone the other night? At the bar? I knew you were in the bathroom forever!” You scoff.
“Absolutely not! I was in the bathroom forever because the last Vegas Bomb we did had me fighting for my life…” You shake your head, “And even if I did meet someone, I wouldn’t tell you yet! We may be close, but you know me. I keep the private stuff private.” You shrug and toy with your sandwich, blush only turning a deeper shade of pink as you avoid her gaze. You hear your phone beep in your bag and practically dive for it, Halie doing the very same.
“Come on!! Let me see, please! I won’t bully you or anything!” She manages to wrestle the phone out of your hand and looks at the message, furrowing her brow. “Are you side hustling as a food delivery person?” She holds up the screen, showing Peter’s food order for later that night, and you grin.
“Absolutely, I am. Gotta make a couple of deliveries tonight, actually.” You snatch your phone back and reply with a fast thumbs up and smiley face before hiding it back in your bag. “Now, if you’ll excuse me- my break is over. I’ll see you when you come back inside.” You gather your things and scarf down the rest of your sandwich before heading back inside the building to finish the last few hours of your work day. 
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Your feet are dragging as you carry the plastic bags filled with Thai food up the stairs, slightly exhausted from the rush you experienced the last two hours of your shift. You finally reach your front door and let yourself in, placing the food in the microwave to keep it warm while you take yourself into your room to grab clothes and climb in for a quick shower. As you’re wrapping your wet hair in a towel, there’s a soft knock on your front door and you quickly go to answer it. Your heart almost stops when you see your new neighbor standing in the doorway, dressed casually, but holding a slightly wilted bouquet of peonies. The shock on your face must be evident because Peter turns a bright shade of pink.
“Hi! I didn’t really know if flowers were an appropriate ‘thank you’ for letting me borrow a mop and inviting me to dinner, but… Well, I saw you had some cacti and… leafy… things. Thought maybe I could help add to your collection?” He’s rambling in a way that is all too familiar to you, as if you’d already had to stop him from doing the same thing many times before. A smile immediately makes its way onto your face. Peonies have always been your favorite.
“They’re beautiful, Peter. Thank you.” You step to the side, and Peter passes the bouquet over as he walks through your door. 
🕸🕷🕸
Hours later there are empty cartons of Thai food spread across your coffee table, and you and Peter are sitting criss-crossed on the couch, facing one another. 
“...so, I went to school out of state most of my life, actually. Until freshman year of high school, then my dad moved us here to the city.” You shrug and Peter points to your sweatshirt with a grin.
“Midtown Science? I had some old friends there.” Peter has been listening to your life story with no feigned interest, nodding at all the parts he deemed appropriate, laughing at your mostly-well-timed jokes. 
“Yes!” You laugh some, “Who were your friends, maybe I know them?” Peter seems to hesitate slightly, but it doesn’t last too long.
“Ah… Flash Thompson, for one.” And you look surprised. You wouldn’t peg Peter as someone Flash Thompson would get along with, but then again, Flash didn’t really get along with anyone, so you just grin and go along.
“Oh, really?! Huh, interesting. I didn’t think Flash had any real friends, much less a best friend.” Peter laughs, grabbing his beer from the coffee table and taking a sip before countering.
“You know, you wouldn’t be the first to say that. He’s a dick.” He grins over the bottle as you take your turn to laugh.
“Don’t I know it. He tortured my friends and I in school. Or, at least tried to torture us. His mean nicknames were sooo far from clever. Like, my best friend MJ? She became ‘BJ.’ And our friend Ned became ‘Nedipot’??” You shake your head and take a sip of your own beer as Peter mulls this over.
“Those are… actually horrible. Thompson never was much of a wordsmith.” You both go quiet, small grins resting easily on your faces. You stay like this, in comfortable silence for what seems like seconds and hours simultaneously. You eventually turn to the coffee-haired boy, a mischievous glint in your eye. 
“I’m gonna go take a smoke. Want to join?” Peter quirks an eyebrow.
“A smoke?” You pull yourself off of the couch with your beer and pad into the kitchen, grabbing a bag of cheetos from your cabinet as you speak.
“Not a cigarette if that’s your question.” You chuckle as you grab a blanket from behind him. “You’re welcome to join if you want, but we do not peer pressure in this house.”
Twenty minutes later the two of you are on your fire escape, wrapped in blankets and passing the cheetos back and forth with orange fingers, the blue chimney tucked safely back in your room.
“So, like, I’m running through campus, fifteen minutes late for class already. My shirt is absolutely covered in queso from my shift, and I get to Connor’s class, right? I sit in the back, try not to interrupt, and the fucker next to me had the audacity to lean over and ask-” You lower your voice to imitate the student in question. “‘-Bruh, did seriously you puke on yourself and come to class?’” You throw your hands up, obviously still upset by the interaction, and Peter is cackling with laughter next to you.
“Like, what?! I’m wearing a shirt that says Queso Hut fuckass!” Peter waves his hands, trying to catch his breath as you huff, snatching the bag of cheetos from him.
“What did you say?!” He asks, still smiling as he leans his forearms of the cool metal in front of him. You just shrug.
“Nothing! I just flipped him off, came home and cried. It was one of those days, you know?” You smile some and grab a chip, turning your head to face him. Your cheeks immediately start to burn when you see him smiling at you, head laying on his folded arms. You clear your throat and look away, back towards the skyline of the city, but in your periphery, you see Peter pull out his phone suddenly. It’s buzzing nonstop, and his face falls.
“I am… so sorry, but there’s a story my boss wants me to take pictures for, and-” You wave him off as he starts to stand.
“Hey, don’t worry about it. I get it, work’s important. But are you sure you’re good? For work, I mean?” He nods as the two of you climb back through your bedroom window.
“I’m not driving, and I just have to point and shoot a few times. I’ll be fine.” He gives you a sweet smile as the two of you reach the door. “This was… a lot of fun. I really hope we can do it again sometime.” You nod, turning only slightly pink this time.
“Of course. It really was fun. Thanks for coming over.” The two of you stand awkwardly in the doorway for a moment, before you both surge forward for a chaste kiss on the cheek at the same time. It happens too quickly for either of you to correct the mistake in time, and your lips collide roughly. Suddenly, your brain feels like it’s exploding with every emotion at once, images of a different life flashing behind your eyelids. His presence is gone almost as soon as it appeared. You open your eyes, and Peter looks terrified.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to-” Maybe it was the weed. Or the beer. Maybe both. But something in you arises that causes you to lean forward again and cut off his apology. He immediately relaxes, placing his hands on your hips. You’re the first to pull away this time.
“You should get to work, Tiger. I’ll see you around.” You grin and practically have to shove his stunned form out of the front door. Once it’s closed, your back slides down the poorly painted wood and you hold your flaming cheeks with a breathy laugh.
Why did that feel so familiar?
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lunalucrea · 3 months
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Hi! Hope you’re doing well! I just binged your MHA fanfic A Snapping Sound and loved it! I just wanted to ask if you’re still planning on continuing that fanfic anytime in the foreseeable future. If not I totally understand! Still loved you’re writing regardless!!
Hello anon
I did put a note in my AO3 profile about my ongoing fics and how to know I'm going to update eventually, but I know people don't necessarily think to go there, so no worries.
First off, I'm glad you like it! Thanks so much for reading it!
Just for future reference (and in case anyone else sees this answer!) unless a fic of mine has the work 'hiatus' or 'abandoned' in the description, I do plan on updating it eventually! My hyperfixations fluctuate dramatically sometimes, right now I'm stuck in baldurs gate 3 and Zelda hell, so thats where my mind is at haha.
I don't always have the spoons or time to update regularly, so sporadic updates just are a thing with me and long fics. But worry not, I know my brain and it will swing back to playing in the mha sandbox eventually, haha. It'll get updated, I just can't promise when! I do occasionally post snippets and art in my discord server though, if that's something that interests you.
Thanks again for reading.
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number1mongrel · 1 year
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...Heck it I'm gonna talk about my headcanoned version of Kid Gil enjoy
So you know how people, when they have some extremist beliefs which they realize are wrong, don't always immediately start acting healthier, and they instead flip around to the other extreme? We'll come back to this.
Anyways, so there's also Gil having Clairvoyance but not really using it. And who else has Clairvoyance? Solomon, whose basically went his entire life acting out God's will and never ever using it for himself. And Gil was meant to be the Wedge of Heaven, keeping humanity obeying the rule of the Mesopotamian Gods.
So basically, what I was thinking was, what if a very young Gil was kinda like Solomon. If both Kings had Clairvoyance, that maybe the Clairvoyance was in part a way for the Mesopotamian Gods to communicate their will to their Wedge, and steer humanity more easily towards their desired outcomes and futures. And while he was still regularly relying on his clairvoyance and listening to the gods, that was when Gil was all polite and sweet and a good boy. I imagine he was still distant from humanity-- it was less that he cared a lot for people, and more that. He neither hates nor loves them, so may as well be polite so we can all get along. Why not be kind and obedient?
Then, for whatever reason, he realized he had some sort of wake-up call. And decided that whatever the gods had had planned for him and humanity, he no longer wanted anything to do with it. And so began ignoring his clairvoyance (most of the time anyways, there's still the dreams) and began actively rebelling against the gods and working to separate humans from them. Not only that, he came to the realization he shouldn't just be acting subservient to a bunch of gods as their intermediary, he was the king! His subjects and treasures and city were HIS to protect and enjoy, not the gods'! They weren't king, he was!
...And then he proceeded to swing to the other extreme in 'being himself' and 'enjoying his treasures and subjects'. And it took until Enkidu and the herb to learn about 'moderation' and become the wise king.
So yeah. Kid Gil disliking both adult Gils because Hey What Are You Doing Why Did You Turn Off Your Clairvoyance. Stop That. You're Gonna Do Something Wrong. Meanwhile Archer Gil and CasGil almost completely failing to recognize Kid Gil as a version of themselves when running into him because Don't Be Stupid, Mongrel, I'd Never Act Like That.
This is also fun to me because I think parallels are Great and Amazing. Solomon always remains the dutiful and obedient king, until he's capable of having freedom given to him, but when he learns about the Incineration of Humanity, willingly decides to diligently work to prevent it and preserve humanity anyways, learning about how to be a human through those experiences and also his friendship with people like Guda(k)o and Mash, while Gilgamesh just grabs at his chance to be free but needs to slowly learn that he's no better than anyone else by losing first Enkidu, then the Plant of Immortality. (But afterwards is completely 'content' to just eternally isolate himself as humanity's guardian. Too prideful and too much to get along with most of them, but still generally benevolent towards them... kinda sorta)
...And then we have Merlin who also watches over humanity and wants a happy ending for them but goes to an even greater extreme in isolating himself from all of them.
Anyways I like all three of them and I want more content of them being forced to be coworkers. (Or boyfriends. I will also accept all three being boyfriends.) Anyways I went horribly terribly off-track but Gil wildly flailing about different extremes trying to find a balance before Figuring It Out is nice for me and parallels are Always Great and I hope you enjoyed.
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OH YEAH YEAH I LOVE THIS!!!! i feel the exact same way, in fact i've been meaning to make a post for awhile now talking about the parallels between gil and solomon bc there's a LOT. and yes! that makes so much sense with kid gil simply being on his best behavior because that's what he believes his whole purpose in life, what he was literally created for, is. and yeah, despite kid gil being nicer, we ALSO never actually see him doing any grand gestures to protect humanity like his adult selves do. he generally seems a lot less passionate about things in general, the only exceptions being when he acts more like his adult self. it's only when he realized how empty and lonely his existence was and that he was being used as a tool that he began to lash out both against the gods and humans
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amazable01 · 2 years
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Lil personal post
Hey! I often try to avoid self-referential infodumps or talking about myself, preferring fandom and enjoying theories and creative endeavors for both my own sanity and cause people enjoy that kind of stuff. If other people find something I do funny or interesting or cool it makes my day more than most things, and that's why I love Tumblr sm. I love community and working together, but I thought maybe this could be a good idea since it's been weighing on me.
My family got hit really hard with the prices going up. Due to a lot of issues, I stopped going to school for a semester, which meant I lost out on a lot of benefits. Around the same time, my mother lost her job and became unable to work, meaning that income and insurance was gone. So, we've taken to having to live paycheck-to-paycheck for the first time in a long time.
So I thought I'd give this a try. Cause I've seen others do it, and anything helps right now. Here's a link to my Ko-fi if you'd like/have the ability to help. It's currently empty, but I hope to put up some art/writing comms in the near future once I get a bit more into the swing of things.
Alternatively, I'm hoping to get back into Twitch by streaming more regularly with writing, drawing, and gaming streams in the near future. Might do that sometime this weekend, but we will see.
If you can help in any way (whether by donating, following the twitch, or just by sharing this post) I would appreciate it. I'm hoping to write more over the next few weeks, both with something new for my Fanders and something continuing for my JRWI peeps (both of which can be found here), but anything would help right now.
Thank you for reading if you've gotten this far. I hope you have a wonderful day, and an even more wonderful week. <3
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When She Sees Me - Devon Reed X Reader
Summary: Your friends Set you and Devon up on a blind date.
Word Count: 1,574
Date Posted: 08.13.2022 Note: Requested by @isolatedgingernerd. This is the first thing I've written in like two years, so please excuse any spelling errors. It may take me a minute to get back into the swing of it.
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Devon tapped an anxious beat on his thigh as the rest of They Might Be Wolves talked over a game of pool. Josh’s basement was cozy. Really it was Josh’s dad’s “Man Cave” but since the man was on a “business trip” every other week, the young men had commandeered it.
“Devon. Hello?” A drumstick hit the couch next to Devon, Ripping him from his thoughts. Josh looked to Dix with raised brows, long curly brown hair half up in a bun. Dix, however, was staring directly at Devon, expectation all over his face. 
“What?” Devon asked, blinking slowly. 
“We’ve been trying to get your attention for like 5 minutes.” Everett, the elder of the Reed brothers, said calmly, focused on his shot. The loud clack of the pool balls resonating through the room.
“What’s on your mind, Dev?”
“Nothing.” Devon looked down at his lyric journal, hoping to get the attention off of him. He let out a nervous breath before looking back to his friends. “No judgment?” 
“‘Course not. We’re a family.” Dix scoffed, plopping himself down on the couch next to his friend. Moved the journal out of the way, and left his legs to take their place in Devon’s lap.
“I like real things. I don’t like guessing games or when I feel things before I know the feeling. How am I supposed to operate when I’m tossed around by fate?” Devon sighed, knowing he was about to delve into a new topic. “I know you set me up on this unexpected date, but what if when she sees me he doesn’t like it and runs the other way? What if when she sees me she’s only disappointed and I’ve given myself away only to be thrown back?” 
“I think you’re worrying too much,” Josh commented. His typical zen attitude does little to calm his friend's worries. “You are lovable.” Everett ruffled his brother's hair. “If she doesn’t love you, you are loved by us.” 
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“Finnlyn please, I don’t know this guy. What if he’s a criminal? A psycho! What if he follows me home, takes my license plate number, and stalks me? What if he comes in the middle of the night and smothers me in my sleep?” You fiddled with your hands nervously.
“Then I think you should watch fewer crime shows. They are making you paranoid.” Finnlyn laughed. “He’s in the band, Y/n/n. He’s safe.” 
“I’ve never even spoken to him. I’ve only seen him at performances.” 
You thought back to the sound uncomfortable bar that They Might Be Wolves play in regularly. The way the lights highlighted Devon’s black hair. Always in the back, usually crouched over a piano, or trying to hide behind his guitar. You felt your cheeks get hot thinking about the man that you’ve had a crush on for the past month.
What if when he sees me I like him and he knows it? What if he opens up that door and I can’t close it? What if when he holds me my heart is set in motion? I’m not prepared for that. I'm scared of breaking open. The thoughts echoed in your head as you fixed your skirt nervously as you as at the table in the diner. Two glasses of water are set in front of you as you wait for your date. A lily sitting on the table as requested by Finnlyn. That being the indicator of who Devon was supposed to be meeting. Your shoes squeaked on the tile floor as your leg bounced rapidly. 
“Excuse me.”
You looked up from the table, and there he was. Devon Reed, just as your friend had described him.
“Are you who I’m meeting?” He asked, smiling nervously. 
“I’m Y/n.” You smiled, taking in his crisp t-shirt, and outstretching your hand for a handshake. “Finn’s friend.”
“I thought I recognized you. I’ve seen you at a few shows.” 
“Yeah,” You smiled easily now, “I don’t like going out much, but when Finn told me about the band that plays regularly, I had to check y’all out.” 
Dinner went by surprisingly smooth. You told Devon about how you and Finnlyn were in a home together, and kept in touch. He told you about how the band came to be. 
The more you laughed together the more you could feel yourself falling for him. The feeling terrified you. When Devon walked you back to your car and wished you a goodnight you found yourself wanting to see more of him but not wanting to get too close. 
“Here is my number.” Devon handed you a napkin from the diner. 
“Thank you.” You tucked it away for safe keeping. 
That night you sat awake in your bed staring at those ten digits, debating what to do. You wanted to see more of that man that’s become the object of your affection. You wanted to know him inside and out. You wanted him to know you. Would he like what he found? Was it worth the risk? What if you got hurt again? 
You punched the number into the phone before you could change your mind. 
One ring. 
Two. 
“Hello?” A sleepy voice came through the other end. 
“Devon?” 
“Y/n?” 
“Yeah.” 
“What’s up. It’s 2 am?” His voice was soft and concerned. 
“I, uh, I want to get to know you. Do you think we could hang out sometime?” 
“Of course. Can we make plans in the morning? It’s really late and I’m half asleep.” “Yeah, of course. Goodnight Devon.” “Goodnight Y/n.” The line clicked as he hung up. You settled back in your bed, hugging your charging phone to your chest, nervous but looking forward to the morning. 
“Guys,” Devon burst into the garage the next day, “I’m in love with her.” 
“Already?” Everett gasped. “She’s beautiful.” He smiled, collapsing onto the couch, and coincidentally on top of Josh and Dix who were napping. “She’s so sweet.” 
“That’s all well and good Devon. I’m glad you like her, but if you tell her that you’re in love with her you’re gonna scare her off. You need to take it slow with her.” Finnlyn spoke up from where she was sitting on the floor, concern for her friend written all over her face. 
“I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll go as slow as she wants.” Devon grinned dreamily. “I’ll write her a hundred songs. A Thousand.” 
Hey Y/n. I was thinking about what you said last night. Would you like to hang out at rehearsals tomorrow?
Yeah! That sounds like a lot of fun!
Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough for you. You spent hours that night fussing over an outfit appropriate for a band rehearsal. Eventually settling on a t-shirt and shorts. 
Timidly you approached the front door of the dress given to you. Bringing yourself to knock. An older lady answered the door. 
“Hi I’-“ 
“You’re here to see the boys?” 
“Yes ma’am.” 
“Dear, call me Marjorie. Come in, come in.” She ushered her in. “Not often do they bring a girl over, who are you here to see?” 
“Devon, Ma’am.” Her stare caused you to quickly correct yourself. “Marjorie.” 
“Well,” She grinned, “Quite the shy one, he is, but I can’t say I’m surprised a stunner like you caught his eye. They are in the garage dear, just through that door.” 
You thanked her and entered the garage. You could hear a new song being played as you snuck in. Immediately your eyes found Devon, propped up on a stool, blue eyes closed as he lost himself in the song. It was a love song that you were sure Everett wrote for Finnlyn. The man would do anything for her. You took a seat on the far side of the room, glad that they weren’t playing so loud as to hurt your ears. 
You watched as Devon mouthed the words that Everett sang, clearly knowing the song well. Such an intimate performance causing you to see the band in a whole new light. As the song came to a close, Devon’s eyes fluttered open. Icy blues locked on yours immediately as as smile broke out on his face. 
“Dev, you gonna introduce us to your friend?” The blonde prompted, setting his own guitar down on a stand. 
“This is Y/n.” Devon said proudly. “Be nice.” 
The blonde had no qualms marching right over and introducing himself. 
“I’m James, tho everyone calls me Dix. And before you guess why, it’s because I’m a dick.” He laughed. “Just ask Josh. He’s known me since birth basically.” 
“Pre-school, but nice try.” 
“Uh that’s the birth of an educated Dix.” 
“You consider yourself educated?” Everett piped up, causing Dix to stick his tongue out at him. “I’m Everett, Devon’s big brother.” 
“It’s nice to meet you,” You giggled at their antics. Very soon they were back to their rehearsal. 
It was late when you finally getting to spend some time alone with Devon. The three stooges having gone out to “find girls to flirt with.” You rested your head on Devon’s shoulder as a movie played on the projector screen that Josh’s dad installed a few weeks ago. 
“Devon?” 
“Yeah?” 
“I think I like you, but I don’t wanna get hurt or you to leave.” 
“I’ll go as slow as you want. This is new to me too, and Darlin you’re never ever getting rid of me.”  
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meteoratheopposed · 2 years
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Oh hi! Been busy lately so I didn't know you were back! Welcome back, I don't mind waiting, I get it life and everything, but I'm glad to see some new posts
Thank you so much for your patience! I'm hoping to try and post something more regularly now that I'm getting back into the swing of things.
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dandelionwitcher · 1 year
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It's good to be back
It has been a long time since I've used tumblr, so much so that I made a new account. I have decided that I will use this account to post fandom things, writing stuff and the occasional life update. I doubt I will be posting fanfiction, I unfortunately am still very burnt out from fanfiction but I am starting to get back into the swing of writing and may post the occasional original oneshot.
If you've read for this long I may as well tell you some things about me, starting with what fandoms I am in. At the mo I am enjoying hermitcraft, empires smp and SBI content. I am also an anime fan and some of my all time favourites include hunterxhunter, mob psycho 100 and Toilet Bound Hanako Kun (I enjoy many more but that list would just be too long so we'll keep it at three for now) I used to be a supernatural fan and while I look back at the show with fondness, the last couple of seasons just left a bad taste in my mouth and I fell out of love with the show. I do however enjoy other shows like House of the Dragon. I am also a big lover of cartoons like the Owl House, Star and the forces of Evil, She-ra and Gravity Falls.
I'm surprised you've made it this far if I'm being honest, but if you have let me tell you a little bit about what I'm like as a writer. I mostly write fantasy, but as long as I have a good prompt, I should be able to write just about anything. Big fan of Percy Jackson and Rick Riordan and my writing reflects that through my heavy use of the first person.
I hope I will be able to post here regularly in the future but we shall take it slow for now.
Thanks for making it this far in my post :)
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dev-the-dm · 2 years
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Creature: Spore Presence
"When guardians of nature that have a personal bond with fungi, symbiotic plants and other spore-releasing agents find themselves looking up at the sky and wondering what manner of druidic growths can be found amongst the far reaches of the cosmos, something may reach out to them to help them find it. Something otherworldly, something itself made of spores and infestations. Some choose to turn away from this entity, but others embrace it, moving between the stars, finding their way to distant planes, and returning inherently changed - sometimes for the best, sometimes for worse."
Warped druidic agents. A spore presence was once a druid, human or other, who has departed on a journey of discovery and been touched by something definitively other. They lost their humanity, their appearance, but gained something else in return - considered a blessing by some and a curse by others. In whispered circles, a spore presence's unique form is said to have been caused by the spores of an otherwordly entity, a creature or apparition not quite of this world, which has itself infested the druid's mind and changed it to what it has become.
Solitary patrols. Spore presences tend to find their way back to their homeland after some time, but without the communicative skills they had before their departure. Instead of talking, they use a confusing, disorienting telepathy that consists of warped images and garbled sounds to convey their thoughts and feelings, which only builds fear into the people they attempt to communicate with. Many spore presences that have returned to their home planet instead seek out a solitary life, generally within cave systems or other dark, mouldy locations, where they can merge amongst the fungi and mildew that they themselves have become part of. A spore presence in its hibernation mode - which can last years if it remains undisturbed - merges into the surface on which it rests and becomes a formless, indistinguishable but large patch of spores that emit no sign of life.
Aberrant nature. A spore presence requires no air, food, drink or sleep.
Hybrid nature. A spore presence has two creature types: aberration and humanoid. It can be targeted by any effect if it applies to one of its creature types.
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