#hoping i can get into the swing of it sooner rather than later

[darcymariaphoster]

I'm sorry for the delay on the interactive story, and on the SuNor one, and anyone following AKTF. I'm not sure if it's writer's block or life; I'm just having a hard time focusing on writing for some reason right now. I still have the ideas and I'm still writing, just slowly because it's taking more effort than I'm used to. Thank you for reading, and being patient, and I hope to put out some good stuff soon! 💕

#my shit #hetalia #sort of life update #i know my new work schedule is kicking my ass for sure #hoping i can get into the swing of it sooner rather than later #just felt bad that i didnt update anything this weekend #thought i should say something

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

I suppose I should start on my tour outfit sometime soon.

#taylor swift #the eras tour #my show isn’t until may so I have time #but I would like to get my necessary supplies sooner rather than later #still hoping I can find tickets cheap enough to swing for the third night so mayhaps I’ll buy an aesthetic outfit

[izvmimi]

cw: minors dni. no actual smut but like a lot of allusion to sex. minor violence. this is definitely a crackfic.

There are few things you remember from the house party you had last night, but a few things are certain - one, you and Atsumu fucked, two, you and Atsumu really fucked, the type of sweaty, passionate and nasty fucking that you’ve been hoping to do since you first got to flirting and cheeky banter, and three, you’re still slightly hungover, having stumbled out of his apartment to get to work before he even woke the next morning. He was cute even slumbering, you remember, smiling as you start to recount some of the most savory parts of last night's session, toes practically curling in your heels as you stack up your papers to pack up for home. Your work day came to a close sooner than you could imagine, and Atsumu has already invited you on another date for this evening, this time at one of the nicest places in town. Perks of dating a professional athlete, of course.

There’s just one thing you have to make sure you take care of first, and that is, retrieve a pair of scarlet lace panties, likely on his bedroom floor. You’d been mortified at first when you realized you couldn't find them, but somehow throughout the course of the day your friends convinced you that it was sexy more than anything to leave them behind for someone who was that into you. You had to admit that it was odd that Atsumu made no mention of them in your texts, but when you make it there before you head out to dinner together, you could make use of the flirty exchanges practiced in your head.

—

Atsumu is out, sneaking in a 1 hour training session and a couple mile jog when he gets a text.

Where are you right now?

It’s not from you, but from Kiyoomi’s girlfriend, rather. This surprises him enough to skid to a quick stop. He remembers cleaning the house properly before leaving, but sometimes Sakusa can be really particular, even if his partner has managed to convince him to be less meticulous over time. There shouldn't be a problem with the post-party cleanup. 

But Kiyoomi can just text him whenever he wants; he doesn’t have to go through her. Atsumu scratches his head but texts her back.

Jogging? He texts. What’s up?

Honestly, you should just keep doing that until Omi calms down because if he sees you, you’re dead.

Atsumu looks up and he’s already just a few feet from their apartment. He scoffs, then slips his phone back in his pocket. She’s known to be dramatic anyway and he’s still sweaty and has a date to prepare for in a little over a half hour anyway. He jogs up the stairs, congratulating himself on his pump, knowing his arms and shoulders will look extra good in his fit later on today.

As soon as he makes it just two steps from the front of the door, it swings wide open, enough that the handle opens and hits the opposite wall with a crack and his seething, red-faced roommate grabs him by the collar. 

“What the-”

“WHOSE ARE THESE?!”

Kiyoomi is far stronger than he looks, and in Atsumu’s confusion he lets out a yelp, as Kiyoomi practically lifts him off the ground and thrusts a pair of soiled panties in his face, enough to make him sputter in shock. When he finally lets go, Atsumu swatting at him, the bottle blond stumbles back and he can see Kiyoomi’s partner slip into view behind his roommate from the door, her face in a frown and arms crossed over her chest. The sight of her pisses him off more.

“I did tell you to take another lap,” she murmurs. Atsumu glares at her, but his attention shifts back to Kiyoomi who throws the burgundy garment back at him.

"Whose fucking panties are these?!"

“I don’t know where these are from man?!” Atsumu yells, throwing them back. Sakusa dodges, then bucks at him, fists up before his girlfriend shrieks his name and grabs hold of his arm, begging him to relax.

“Stop!”

Sakusa whips around quickly to glare at her as well and she frowns. 

“What do you mean, stop!? You just chewed me out for nearly half an hour and now you’re acting like I’m unreasonable???”

She pouts, embarrassed, but then sighs. “Okay, how would you react if some random dude’s jockstrap was in my apartment? How am I supposed to guess it’s your roommate’s?”

“Who just wears jockstraps? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t make fun of my analogies!”

Atsumu looks back and forth between the two of them, still confused, but then it clicks and his eyes widen.

“Oh…” he starts but Sakusa’s dark eyes snap back at him. 

“Don’t say oh like you don’t know what happened, I’ll knock your fucking teeth in,” he hisses. Atsumu reels but then flashes of what exactly happened last night run through his mind and it clicks.

He… didn’t take your intense makeout session into his room.

It wasn’t his room, it was Kiyoomi’s.

The dresser you leaned on while taking backshots? Not his. The mirror through which he watched your ass bounce up and down his cock? Also not his. The bedsheets you twisted and came over and over again on? Not his! He must have fucked you on every single surface… not one of them his.

“Fuck,” is all that he manages to make out. Sakusa glares, but by now he’s calmed down, and his girlfriend has managed to sheepishly rub his shoulder into calm behavior. 

���I’m getting a hotel tonight and you’re paying for it.” Sakusa turns on his heels, taking his girlfriend’s hand, and the door slams. Atsumu is left to look at a pair of scarlet panties sit forlornly in the corner. 

He has to admit. They are a sexy pair.

—

Atsumu meets you outside his apartment, just moments after Sakusa has sped off in his car, and he’s dressed but visibly distressed. You smile at him but notice his unrest.

“Hey.”

Your heart pounds. Maybe he didn’t think the panty drop-off was cute? 

He doesn’t seem upset though. He gives you a weak smile back, then pecks you on the cheek before handing you a parcel in a brown paper bag. Your stomach turns.

“I.. uh, think you left something last night,” he says in a small voice.

Shit.

“Yeah.. uh… sorry.”

The two of you stand in front of each other, bashfully. You let your hand run through your hair, then smile. 

“I thought it would be cute,” you start explaining before regretting it. Atsumu offers you yet another weak grin.

“It would have been… if uh, it were the right room.”

#atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu crack #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #daydreams: hq #mimi's notes

[tainted-liquor]

'Cuddle Monster(s)☾‧₊˚ ⋅

E42!Miles Morales x Witch!BlackFem!Reader ┆˚✧Ingredients: Crack, kisses, and a lil bit of smiles! ┆∘⋆TWs: Cursing, Reader being a menace, n I think that’s it? ┆⁺˚⋆W/C: I’ll fix this later😭 ┆`✦A/N: I lowkey used this as spanglish practice

"Miles? Can you get me some basil and patchouli while you're out?" You called from your bathroom as you heard your front door swing open. "I'm only going to the bodega, but I'll see what I can find Mami!" he shouted back from downstairs before swiftly exiting out your house. You smiled to yourself, thinking about just how much you loved your boyfriend as you threw a slew of items and herbs into a small jar. For the past 5 months, you've been perfecting your new craft of spirit-raising, the art of manifesting a living vessel from the hole between your world and theirs. These spirits, or "monsters" as many people would call them are...usually grateful when you raise them, often repaying your kindness by offering protection and energy in exchange for being their path to this world and theirs.

Since these spirits can be seen as an extension of you due to bringing them into this world, they tend to be in tune with your emotions. When you cried, they cried, when you yelled, they yelled, and when you loved, so did they. When Miles first learned about your ability to pull spirits through that invisible portal, he didn't really care. He's murdered people before, so what's a little witchcraft? After all, he hadn't actually seen exactly what came through that portal just yet.

You casually dumped more herbs and tiny crystals into your jar, maintaining perfect focus on the task at hand as you slowly dumped almond oil into the jar. When everything was finished, you sealed the jar with purple wax before throwing it rather aggressively into your full bathtub. You closed your eyes, silently hoping that you didn't do shit wrong as you kneeled down next to the tub, dunking a hand into the numbing and cold water for a couple of minutes. When you didn't notice anything happening, you sighed to yourself and went to pull your hand out of the water. But no sooner than you moved, you felt something unfamiliar and cold grab your hand.

You felt a harsh tug, then watched as what appeared to be an all-grey horned creature emerged through the tub. It was around 8 feet in height and looked like something straight out of a horror fantasy movie. It had no face, only one massive pitch-black eye where what would be a nose. It stared at you unblinkingly, processing its surroundings before emerging from your bathtub and standing behind you. It looked more afraid of you than you were slightly of it, so you gave it a small wave and a pat on the...knee? to calm it down.

It sat down motionless and limp in the bathroom, radiating content as you heard the front door open. It wasn't even a fraction of a second before the creature came darting out of the room, you following quickly behind it as it advanced toward Miles. Miles didn't even get the chance to scream before it scooped him up, hugging him like the tiniest of babies as its eye closed in joy. "WHEW. OKAY. MAMI, QUÉ ES ESTO?" He shouted with wide eyes. "It's...my new protector! I just raised it...It's not gonna hurt you it just loves you" you quickly explained as Miles froze up in the monster's hands. "Shit...warn me next time" he huffed, slowly relaxing as he processes what was happening.

From that day forward, he learned to accept the sudden appearance of various creatures in his house. A bone dog, a very very long horse, several people that weren't quite people, and various spirits that took on many many forms. He wasn't gonna pretend like it never caught him off guard or scared him, occasionally stepping out of the shower to see a monster or two staring at him silently always managed to raise his heart rate by a couple beats per minute. He knew they loved him with the same affection you always gave him, so he was never truly terrified by them. He had been told it was rude to not speak to them, so he always gave them a rather quiet and shaky "Hola..." whenever he saw them.

"Mama, te amo tan mucho...pero, por favor dime cuando tus 'spirits' will be watching me shower."

"Sorry love!"

And it never quite stopped there. Whenever you were outside of the house and a few entities decided to loom and fawn over your boyfriend, he always knew how you felt in the moment. There were times when he would be sitting on the couch, eating a nice bowl of cereal and a sea of non-human crying could be heard. He immediately jumped up from whatever it was he was doing, running to his phone to check on you. Whether you were minor stressed or full-blown crying, he was able to tell how you truly felt at the drop of a hat. In some sense he was grateful because it allowed him to further understand and navigate...you!

"Mami are you mad at me?"

"...no"

"Tell me the truth, c'mon muñequita"

"What makes you think I'm mad?"

"You deadass?" he huffed as he pointed at the strange thing hovering above him, staring at him with crossed arms and an annoyed grimace.

"okay maybe..."

#across the spiderverse #atsv #into the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miles morales #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles #e42 miles #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles x you #miles 42 #miles g morales #earth 42 miles morales #prowler miles

[wishing-stones]

On the complete opposite side of that spectrum... what about a reader that's just. A doormat? Like a reader that has a hard time saying no and takes the guys' bullshit without advocating for themselves

Killer takes advantage of this for small things, but if he's joking around and you just... roll over and do what he said as a joke, he's gonna start to notice something's wrong. "Wait, no, I was kidding," and, "Hold on I didn't mean that." He kind of casually advocates for you to start standing up for yourself a little more-- no one's gonna be mad at you for it. Get a little backbone-- these guys have plenty to spare.

Dust doesn't really understand why you just... do things when he says and eat all of his comments without defending yourself. He's being an ass, he knows he's being an ass, how can you just... stand there and take it? Any one of the others would have taken a swing at him by now. It's kind of concerning, actually, and it only gets worse over time. He'll start prompting you eventually, "no, don't just say 'okay' and take it, tell him how you really feel, don't hold back. he can take it."

Axe is worried. He's the least outwardly antagonistic of everyone and doesn't maliciously poke fun of anyone. He notices when the others do it and you don't do anything, though. Are you okay? Did they say something to you that made you not want to fight back? Seriously, you can bite back a little and they'll take it, especially if they're being enormous dicks. If you don't stand up for yourself, he will. He'll also try to get you to do it on your own by prompting you, but if he feels the need to step in and take the reins, he will.

Cross gets a little assholish and cold, but he doesn't want to actually hurt anyone with it. You don't ever say anything in response, which... he doesn't like, really. Something bad must've happened to you for you to respond like that, so after the fourth or so time he kind of... stops being a jackass. He's a subtle advocate for you to stand up for yourself. "What, are you just gonna let him get away with that?" "He's wrong and you know it." "One of these days you should put him in his place." He'll actively stand up for you, too, but he's kind of hoping you pick up the queues sooner rather than later.

Baggs figures this out after the first time his needling nets him... no adverse reaction. He fully expects someone to snap back at him if he's being a little shit, so when you don't... that leads to many more questions. Do you let everyone get away with that? Why don't you speak up for yourself? Is avoiding conflict really more important than your own dignity? He's going to get to the root of this, and the more it goes on... the more he gets personally worried. He sets up plenty of therapy appointments to help you practice saying 'no.' You'll get there eventually.

Nightmare loves this at first. He's so used to everyone giving him shit that having someone say 'how high' when he says 'jump' without question is a breath of fresh air. However... as time goes on, he begins to see the pattern. You don't say no. You don't fight back. You let everyone get away with everything. Something here isn't right. He frames his concern as 'checking in with his newest' to try and figure out why that is. You need to learn to advocate for yourself, or you're going to wind up in a lot of trouble. He doesn't want anyone to take advantage of you, and cautions that generosity and heedless service can land you in a lot of hot water. You need to learn to defend yourself, and defending yourself from your colleagues is a great place to start. Tell Killer no-- the worst he'll do is pout. You'll be fine.

#k answers #k headcanons #feat. r&r crew

[sherlockruiningmylife]

My Merthur (Merlin) fics masterlist:

Decided to redo this list from scratch because I hadn’t updated the original in an age. Listed from my newest works to my oldest. All fics are linked to via the title. Should just be able to click to open them.

-Bleeding Gold (T | 3,865)

Merlin bleeds gold. Every time he is injured he has to hide it from any prying eyes.

Small excerpt: It's a simple cut that wouldn’t require more than a few stitches. If it were on one of the knights it would be no big deal. But on Merlin… The problem is, Merlin isn’t quite human in the way the others are. He’d been aware of this for a long time and it always irked him. But now it was especially apparent. As blood dripped from his arm in the shallow cut. It dripped gold.

-The servant god (G | 3,275)

When Merlin and Arthur get into an argument, Merlin reaches his wit's end. He blows up and confesses to Arthur before storming off. Now it is Arthur's turn to try and win him back

Based off of a post I had drafted on Tumblr but never actually published. Not used entirely verbatim in here but almost the same lines are there: Merlin gets frustrated one day and explodes into a rant about how Arthur treats him. Merlin: Do you even know who I am?! I am Emrys, Arthur! I am a God! Arthur: (scoffs and crosses arms) God of ineptitude maybe. Merlin: (glares then storms out leaving a trail of flames behind him)

-Becoming a god (G | 6,367)

The knights and Merlin stumble upon a shrine to Emrys in the woods. Merlin realizes, too late, that it may be more than just a simple shrine.

-How to pick a fight with your soulmate (G | 2,353)

Soulmate AU where your soulmate shares your pain every time you get hurt. This is how I imagine the market fight in the first episode would have gone had soulmates existed.

Small excerpt: “Do you want to give up?” Merlin yells. “To you?” Arthur asks as he backs away. Hoping sooner rather than later that this foolish man would hit himself with the mace he is swinging so wildly. “Do you? Do you want to give up?”

-Till death do us part (E | wip currently 50k+)

Stuck in an arranged marriage contract, struck before either were old enough to have a say, can Merlin and Arthur find any happiness in their inevitable partnership? With one being a sorcerer prince, and the other raised to despise sorcerers it seems doubtful.

This one is my baby, my love, my passion. But she is currently on a little hiatus. Will be back once I quit getting distracted.

-To know all of him (T | 4,307)

When Merlin and the knights get captured by a sorceress, Merlin is forced to take a truth serum. After revealing his secrets, will Merlin be able to regain the trust of the king and his knights?

Short excerpt: The sorceress growled, “Enough games, now answer! What is your biggest secret?” Merlin frowned, trying to fight off the serum, after several long moments of silence Merlin looses the battle and says quietly, “I have magic.” Anthea grins, “there now, was that so hard?” Lancelot winces but Arthur looks puzzled. Arthur, who had been observing the interaction with confusion finally chimes in with a cut off laugh.

-Hidden Talents (T | 19,755)

Modern with magic - Aithusa/dragonlord fic. Merlin and Arthur are roommates in uni. Arthur likes to complain about Merlin's appalling lack of a social life, using this as an excuse to take Merlin with him everywhere he goes. This is convenient for when Merlin is needed to protect Arthur from his own misfortune, but it does make it difficult to keep certain parts of himself hidden.

I definitely tend to write for myself and this is a prime example. I reread this one often, it makes me happy :)

-A Grain of Truth (M | 12,179)

Merlin and Arthur travel to an outlying village in Camelot seeking a stolen amulet. What they find is a thriving magical community with druids wandering the town's market freely. Unfortunately for Merlin, he is recognized as Emrys. How will Arthur respond when he finds out? Set somewhere in the midst of season 3.

-Camelot’s Protector (T | 5,632)

Camelot is forced to battle Essetir when Cenred's men invade. Merlin does his best to stay at Arthur's side when the battle begins, but Arthur is insistent that Merlin get to safety. Both refusing to cooperate, they get themselves into trouble and end up revealing more than they'd planned.

-The Role of Servants and Masters (G | 3,476)

Thomas is a new servant in Camelot's castle. Before today, he had only heard stories of the prince and his manservant. He had thought them to be the result of the castles working rumor mill, blowing them out of proportion. He will soon find out first hand just how true those stories were.

Small Excerpt: So far, Thomas knew that the Prince, Arthur, and his manservant, Merlin, were a bit of an oddity in the castle. Their relationship could not be described as that of a servant and his master. Instead, people described it as… well no one was quite sure. Prince Arthur gave Merlin orders, but those orders were either ignored or done begrudgingly. From what Thomas gathered, Merlin did follow the law, he just didn’t seem to adhere to the spirit of it.

Another one I reread often :)

-The Trouble with Soulmates (T | 17,774)

Arthur Pendragon is a famous actor, Merlin Emrys is a maths teacher. The chances of their paths crossing are slim to none. That is until Arthur sets them on a rather frustrating journey. Who knew that soulmates could be so troublesome.

-Not According to Plan (T | 2,294)

While out on patrol, Merlin, Arthur, and Elyan are ambushed by bandits. In order to fight them off, Merlin must use his magic. When one of the bandits cries 'Sorcerer', Merlin is faced with a tough decision. Caution is thrown to the wind, and Merlin is a badass.

-The Legend of Emrys (G | 4,801)

As the king of Camelot, Arthur is seeking to undo his father’s laws against magic and right his wrongs. As the final step in this process he seeks an alliance with the druids. They inform him that he already has their allegiance because Emrys is at his side. There is only one problem with that, Arthur doesn’t know who Emrys is.

-Once and Future Merthur (T | 11,832)

While escaping from bandits, Merlin and Arthur find themselves transported to a different version of their lives. Throughout their journey secrets are revealed and emotions are uncovered. Will they be able to handle the truth once it is unveiled?

This one is a bit out there admittedly, but I stand by it.

-The Unwanted Gift (G | 5,649)

Merlin is, by his nature, a kind and gentle hearted person. When a young sorceress sees this in the warlock, she seeks to help others to be able to see this in Merlin as well. She gifts him with an enchantment that bears Merlin’s soul to the world, which leads to some rather unintended consequences for the warlock. Inspired by this artwork from 2018 by tumblr user @cypress-ess: https://cypress-ess.tumblr.com/post/177981059209/snow-white-au

-Visiting Home (T | 3,016)

Arthur and Merlin travel to Ealdor to take part in a harvest celebration. Arthur has known about Merlin’s magic for a while, and Merlin has been named the Court Sorcerer. Wanting to get to know more about young Merlin, Arthur asks Hunith for some stories. OR – tooth rotting domestic fluff

This is 2 years worth of my writing/my life which is quite crazy for me to think about. Hope y’all like some of these, I love this fandom so much!

#this is so so soooo long #sorry #but also not really #because this is my love #gah #I'm going to have to go back and read all my old stuff now #My writing #merthur #merlin #bbc merlin #Arthur Pendragon #once and future otp #this show has my heart and soul #merthur fanfic #merlin fanfic #fanfiction #merthur fanfic recs #merlin fanfic recs

[dandylovesturtles]

This is 2AL Propaganda

I bring you propaganda for the @rottmntpeepawpolls advocating for 2 Arms Left Leo by @intotheelliwoods in the form of another fanfic drabble! Please go check out their comic series, it is extremely good. And vote for 2AL Leo in the poll tomorrow!!

(Also Ell I'm sorry if I get f!Leo and p!Donnie's relationship wrong I TRIED

ALSO I PROMISE THIS ISN'T ANGST

also also this is set still somewhat early in his recovery time OK NOTES OVER)

...

"I can feel you lurking."

Leonardo looks up from his phone and locks eyes with Donnie, currently peeking through the crack in the curtain to his train car. He disappears from view and a moment later waltzes his way inside like he hadn't just been hiding.

"I have a question for you," he announces.

Leo sits up and drops his legs over the edge of the bed. "Shoot."

Donnie hesitates. He looks anxious, and Leo tenses in anticipation.

"It's about your timeline."

Leo's heart drops.

He'd known this would come eventually, but he'd been hoping it would be later rather than sooner. Of course they would want to know eventually, though. What happened to them. How things in his time had... ended.

He just isn't prepared for it. He isn't sure if Donnie is prepared for it, either. He's still so young. Should he really be hearing this now? What kind of damage does that cause on a young mind?

His mouth is draw when he says, "What's your question?" He scrambles to prepare answer, some way to put it off, or maybe to soften the blow, or-

"Did you still have the Lair Games in the future?"

-gape at Donnie like a fish because what?

"What?"

"Did you still have the Lair Games in the future?" Donnie repeats, a little louder as though that were the issue here.

"...We were a little busy with the whole alien apocalypse situation."

"Scoff." Donnie waves a hand. "As if a little apocalypse could stop this family from being competitive."

He has him there. Leo can't help but snort in amusement. "You're right. But it was less formal and more like... bragging about how many Krang hounds we could kill."

"Ah, I see... Well, we're lacking in those, so... goodbye."

He turns on his heel to leave.

"Hey, wait wait wait! Why the sudden interest?"

Donnie turns back around. He still looks anxious, but now Leo realizes it's more embarrassed than upset like he initially thought.

"Well, as you know, I am the current champion of the Lair Games."

"Heh, as if you'd let me forget."

"And I'm very eager to defend my title! And especially after his-slash-your nefarious tricks last time, I'm ready to grind Nardo to dust." He rubs his palms together with an unhinged glee, and Leo winces internally. Yikes. "But..." and there he stops, "Leo seems... reluctant to participate. We did not design the events with... one of us missing a limb in mind."

Ah, right. Hard to do a Handstand Hillbomb with only one arm. Even if they put things off until Leo's port and prosthetic were ready, he probably still wouldn't be experienced enough with it to do anything too taxing.

Leo could already imagine his younger counterpart had waved it off with a smile and a, "You guys have fun," and, "I'll be cheering for you." He would swing by his room later to check on him; for now he had another kid to deal with.

"So that's why you came to me?"

"I was hoping you might have some ideas for alternative events."

"Hmmm... I might be able to think of some." He grins. "On one condition."

Donnie looks wary. "What?"

"I get to play, too."

"What, so you can twist both my ankles this time!?" Donnie shakes his head. "Oh no. One of you is enough."

"Come on! It'll be fun."

"Doubt! And besides, the bylaws state that we can't add anyone to the competition."

"Ah-ah." He waves a finger. "The bylaws state that the competition is between Raphael, Michelangelo, Donatello, and..." He trails off, putting a hand on his plastron with a smirk.

Donnie's eyebrows are furrowed so hard they're at risk of smudging. "...You have out loopholed me, sir."

"Don't worry, I'll give you guys-"

"Do not."

"-a handicap."

"Groan! Why didn't I send Mikey to do this instead?"

"'Cause you love me." Leo gets up from the bed, walks over and catches Donnie in an affectionate headlock before he can flee. "Alright. Let's get brainstorming!"

#dandy fanfiction #2 arms left #2al propaganda #rise donatello #rise leonardo #future leonardo #lair games my beloved #not enough lair games shenanigans in rise fics #not that this is really that but anyway #VOTE FOR 2AL THE MOST WHOLESOME PEEPAW #I straight up did not proofread this so sorry if there are mistakes

[twst-drabbles]

Night Raven College Staff 1

Summary: Scars. As the magicless janitor of this college, you have gained a lot of them. The staff here notice it and it bothers you in different ways.

(I'm in that romance repulsed mood again. I see ship art or fics and my soul wants to escape my skiiiiin. It'll fade and I'll be back to being neutral about it. I don't really ship anything or anyone anyway.)

There’s really something unfair about the way magic works on your body.

You’ve seen the way bruises receded on pale skin, the way orange sized bumps became nothing without a stretch mark to be seen. You’ve seen the way gashes with gushing wounds would just close without needing so much as a stitch or a scar.

Like magic, injuries and wounds became nothing. Therefore, one could toss a fire spell, aim it at anyone and not worry about what’s left behind.

But, that’s how the bodies of these people’s work. Not yours. The wounds knit together just fine, but they always leave something.

Scars on your hands from swinging branches. Stretch marks from nearly being pulled apart. Patches of scars on your arms from when you nearly lost all the skin there. Little pinhole scars on your shoulders. Some on your thighs and ankles from when the skin sloughed off.

So many, all in a compacted space of time. You look in the mirror and somehow your brain just can’t register that this was you now. It’s annoying. Irritating. At least you have clothes and gloves. At least none of them are out of place.

“Well?” Ashton wiggled your new tracksuit in your face, somehow managing to drag you away from your books for some light exercise. The sleeves were too short.

“No, it’s fine,” you sighed out, tugging your fraying collar over your neck, lightly scratching the little raised bumps there, “No need for any of that.”

Something irritated you about the way Ashton didn’t push it. Just, gave in instead of doing that bulldozing over your answer until you gave in shtick.

Sam was…Sam.

“Sam, mind getting some clothes for me?” This wasn’t the first time. If anything, it’s become routine. Usually has some very nice clothing at decent prices.

“Of course!” He always happy to make a sale. “I’ll even throw in some gloves as a bonus.”

He’s been throwing in all sorts of clothing bonuses since…well since you started wearing long sleeves over anything. He doesn’t need to do that and yet he does so anyway.

Annoying, but you don the gloves anyway. They fit perfectly, as always.

Mozus is at least tolerable. He never speaks more than needed. He even closed his eyes when you had to take off your jacket to air yourself out when you were in the staff room.

You appreciate it, and yet it still rubbed at you the wrong way all the same. You never said you hated the way your skin healed over and yet Mozus knew enough to leave you to your privacy.

Divus wasn’t any better.

“You sure you don’t need any help with that?” He asked after you were sure he went to recount the ingredients for his next class…

“No, it’s fine,” you sighed out again after putting the box on the desk, gently rolling your shoulders, pain thankfully missing, “No need for any of that.”

He never asked before. Why’s he asking now? You’ll ask for help when you need it.

And Dire…

“Stop looking,” You scratched at your wrist, pulling up the sleeve to cover it, “it’s annoying.”

That mask does nothing to hide where his eyes are landing. Doesn’t help that his irises are just, bright little lamps.

Really, what can you do besides just live with this? Eventually, a new normal should set in. You just hope it’s sooner rather than later.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #ask #drabble #night raven college staff #dire #dire crowley #divus #divus crewel #mozus #mozus trein #sam #ashton #ashton vargas #janitor au #reader insert

[silvfyre-writings]

Ranpo is Sick (BSD Fanfic)

The first call came while Poe had been working on his latest novel, and Poe had been so focused on his work, he had realized too late that it was his phone that’d been ringing. Once he’d realized, he’d thrown himself from his desk and practically lunged across the room to where he’d left his phone on one of the bookshelves, only for the call to cut out just as he picked it up. Damn it! Poe unlocked his phone and was just about to check who it was that’d tried to call him, when the device lit up again with another incoming call.

And it was from the Agency.

Poe was filled with nervous energy immediately, because it wasn’t often that he received phone calls, and whenever he did, they usually came from Ranpo. But anytime that Ranpo had called him, it’d always been from his own personal phone, not one of the Agency ones, so it can’t have been Ranpo calling him which made Poe even more nervous, and just a little bit worried; his partner’s coworkers only ever contacted him when Ranpo had landed himself into trouble, or whenever he was sick or injured and needed to be sent home. And it was with that thought in mind that he gained the courage to answer the call, almost missing it for a second time.

“This is Poe.” He murmured into the phone, hoping that his anxiety wasn’t obvious through the phone. He had no idea who he was talking either, which did nothing to ease his nervousness.

A sigh that could only be categorized as relieved came from the other side. “This is Kunikida. I apologize for disrupting you from your work, but Ranpo appears to have fallen ill, and you’ve been listed as his emergency contact aside from the President who is currently unavailable. If you are able to, can you come and take him home?”

Ranpo’s sick? Why didn’t he say anything before he left this morning? Poe raised a hand to his mouth as he thought back to that morning before Ranpo had left for work. He’d still been asleep when Ranpo had actually left for work, on account of being awake until the early hours of the morning, but when he’d finally dragged himself to bed, Ranpo hadn’t seemed off at all. He’d been dead to the world, sleeping peacefully, even as Poe had wrapped him in his arms. He frowned. “It’s lunch time, why didn’t you send him home earlier?”

“We’ve been trying.” Kunikida deadpanned. “He refused to leave. Ranpo is very stubborn, as I’m sure you are aware, and he is still refusing to leave despite how best efforts to get him to go home.”

Another sigh from Kunikida came through the phone, and Poe can faintly hear something in the background that sounded distinctly like Ranpo whining something along the lines that the man better not be trying to send him home again, and Poe chuckled before he could stop it. “Ranpo doesn’t know you’ve called me, does he?”

“No, he doesn’t.” Poe doesn’t have to see Kunikida to know the mans rubbing his forehead like he always does when he’s stressed. “He seems to believe he can just power through whatever illness it is he’s contracted, but he cannot. We’re hoping that he’ll listen to you.”

“Alright then. I’ll head over now.”

“Thank you, Poe.”

The trek to the Agency’s building doesn’t take as long as it usually does, since Poe forfeited to take the train this time and instead just hailed a taxi to directly drive him there. He figured that if Ranpo was as unwell as Kunikida was suggesting, then it was better that he get there sooner rather than later. He’d elected to leave Karl behind this time, since he knew that if he brought his furry friend along, they’d never leave once someone—namely Kyouka and Kenji—got a hold of him. And well, with Ranpo being unwell and probably miserable and moody, then Poe wanted to just be able to walk in, grab Ranpo, and walk out again.

He knew it wouldn’t be as simple as that, and that Ranpo would probably try to fight him at first, but he can dream.

“Thank you.” Poe paid the driver as they pulled up outside the building. “Do you think you can swing back around in ten minutes? I won’t be long.”

The driver narrowed his eyes in a way that had Poe thinking he would refuse, but the man simply sighed and put the car into park. “I’ll take my break now, and drive you back when I’m done.”

“And how long is your break?” Poe asked.

“Thirty minutes.”

Poe nodded, and thanked the driver profusely for agreeing to his demands, before he turned and made his way up to the fourth floor of the building. As soon as he stepped onto the fourth floor however, he could hear just how busy it was inside, muffled voices deep in discussion with the occasional one shouting across the room. It was enough to make Poe want to turn around and leave, because the one thing he’d forgotten to do was sufficiently prepare himself to interact with people today—not that he was really prepared to interact with people any other day either. Relax, Poe. You’re here for Ranpo, no more, no less. He needs you right now. With a deep breath, Poe strode across the floor and slowly pushed the door open, peeking around the corner; just like he always did whenever he visited the Agency.

Immediately, several eyes fell upon him and he froze in place, hands clutching tightly at the door, the wooden object protecting him from the stares. These people may have been Ranpo’s co-workers but most of them were still strangers to Poe, and he was still seen as the enemy to some of them. His eyes quickly found Kunikida—the man in the midst of what looked like an attempt to decapitate Dazai if what he was seeing was actually correct—and he inched into the room slowly before making his way over towards the two men. The eyes that were watching him fell away now the moment they saw he was there for a purpose, and Poe felt like he could finally relax without those eyes focused on him. But then Dazai made eye contact with him, and his stress levels skyrocketed.

“Oh, look who’s here!” Dazai gasped as he tried to pry Kunikida’s hands from his throat. “Poe’s come all this way to take his boyfriend home! Isn’t that sweet? Don’t you agree, Kunikida?”

“Huh?” Kunikida paused and looked over his shoulder. In a split second, Dazai was shoved to the floor, and Kunikida bowed repeatedly at Poe with apologies falling over the top of each other. “I apologize Poe, I was not aware that you’d arrived yet. To see the staff of the Agency act—”

“It’s fine.” Poe interrupted before Kunikida could get started on whatever point he’d been about to make. He really didn’t want to listen to another rant about how much Kunikida wished that his co-workers would actually do their jobs and not fool around so much, not when the last one had gone on for three hours. “Where’s Ranpo?”

“He’s on the couch.” Dazai reappeared, slinging an arm around Kunikida’s shoulders with a lackadaisical grin on his face. The ex-mafia member pointed to a spot behind Poe. “You should’ve seen him, Poe, he tried oh so valiantly to power through his work despite his poor condition—truly commendable and inspiring if I must say—”

“How about you follow Ranpo’s example and actually do your work then instead of slacking off all the damn time!” Kunikida huffed and shoved Dazai away again before giving Poe an apologetic look. Kunikida pushed his glasses up as he let out a tired sigh. “I apologize for my colleague’s behaviour, but as he said, Ranpo is on the couch. We finally finally managed to convince him to lay down and rest when he fell asleep at his desk.”

“Thank you. Is there anything I need to do… or can I just take him?” Poe asked. He wasn’t really sure what the protocol was here, since this was the first time he’d actually been called since Ranpo had put him down as his emergency contact.

Kunikida shook his head. “No, just don’t let him come back to work until he’s feeling better.” And with that, the man walked away from Poe, dragging Dazai along behind him as he started to scold the man for neglecting his work.

Poe blinked. Ranpo’s co-workers are a different breed honestly. I don’t understand how he deals with them on a daily basis. And speaking of Ranpo… Poe turned on his heel and made his way over to the couches, able to spot Ranpo easily since it was the only couch currently in use. Ranpo’s eyes were closed as Poe made his approach, very obviously deep in sleep. Poe observed quietly as Ranpo let out a soft snore that ended with a cough, and then another that resulted in a series of coughs that somehow, did not wake him. Poe was honestly surprised that Ranpo didn’t wake from the force of his coughing, which had him wondering just how much rest Ranpo had gotten the night before.

At some stage, someone must’ve forced Ranpo into shedding some layers before letting him sleep, because Ranpo was only wearing his white buttoned shirt as he lay, stretched out on the couch with his arms resting above him, and head turned to the side, pressed into the pillow someone had placed behind his head. It didn’t look like the most comfortable position, but Poe had seen Ranpo sleep in weirder positions in the time they’d been together, so he wasn’t really all that surprised. Poe smiled softly, and sat on the edge of the couch next to Ranpo, leaning over to brush a few stray strands of hair out of the detective’s face while he slept. As his hand brushed against Ranpo’s cheek, he felt the heat that emanated from it; Poe frowned, and raised the back of his hand to rest against Ranpo’s forehead. The heat was stronger there, and only lessened a little as he dragged his hand back down towards Ranpo’s cheek. A fever.

Apparently that little touch was all it took to disturb Ranpo from his sleep, for Ranpo’s eyes scrunched, and he let out a series of coughs before they cracked open, revealing those beautiful green eyes that Poe loved so much. It took a moment for those eyes to focus, and when they did, Ranpo groaned and turned away. “I told them I was fine.”

“You have a fever, so you aren’t fine.” Poe murmured, tugging lightly on a strand of hair to coax Ranpo into looking at him again. When Ranpo turned back over, Poe cupped a cheek with one hand, only to have his point further proven when the contact caused Ranpo to sigh and nuzzle into his hand, no doubt chasing the coldness they provided. His hands always had been colder than most other people’s. “Why did you come to work if you weren’t feeling well, Ranpo?”

Ranpo sighed and slowly dragged himself upright, blinking tiredly for a moment before he sagged to lean against Poe, his head coming to rest on his shoulder. “Because I felt fine this morning. And when I started to feel worse, it was already far enough into the day that I thought I could push through.”

Poe hummed and rested his cheek on top of Ranpo’s head. He could feel the fever even when sitting like this, and he knew that the sooner he got Ranpo home, the better. “Well, I’m here now, so let’s get you home and into bed.”

A whine fell from Ranpo’s lips, and he made no move to get up, and instead wound his arms around Poe to stop him from getting up, shoving his face into Poe’s chest. “Just leave me here. I’m comfortable and not bothering anyone.”

“You’ll rest easier in bed.” Poe tried to reason as he pulled Ranpo’s arms off of him and pushed his partner away to look into his flushed face. Ranpo whined and tried to cling to Poe again, but he grabbed onto Ranpo’s hands and squeezed them gently to stop him from doing so. “Ranpo, listen to me. Staying here is not going to help you, so let me take you home, give you some medicine, and put you to bed, okay?”

Ranpo pouted and dropped his head against Poe’s chest again. “Carry me?”

Poe just blinked at the almost absurd, but most definitely Ranpo-esque, request and nodded, sliding off the couch to crouch before it. Seconds later, there was a warm weight against his back as Ranpo draped himself over it, Ranpo’s feverish forehead coming to rest in the crook of Poe’s neck. Poe grunted as he stood, not because Ranpo was heavy, but because it’d been a while since he’d last had to carry the other like this. The last time, in fact, had been because Ranpo had been stabbed by a criminal, and Poe had frantically raced back to the Agency for Ranpo to be healed, panic and adrenaline fuelling him. But this time there was none of that, so after shifting Ranpo to make it easier to carry him, Poe made his way towards the door.

What he hadn’t expected was for several of Ranpo’s coworkers called out various farewell’s and get well soon’s; Poe couldn’t help but smile after the initial surprise had made him jump, chuckling to himself as Ranpo shyly hid his face, the heat that steadily grew telling Poe that the other was blushing from all the kind words he was hearing. Apparently even the genius Ranpo was capable of being shy at times.

The drive back to Poe’s house had been most uneventful; the taxi driver that had brought Poe all the way to the Agency had fortunately still been there, and after finishing his break, had happily driven them all the way back to Poe’s house. The entire drive had been made in silence, with Ranpo slipping into sleep not even five minutes into the drive and staying that way until they pulled up outside Poe’s home where Poe had had to coax Ranpo awake and out of the taxi. Which had taken a few minutes on account of Ranpo not wanting to wake up, and then Ranpo not wanting to leave the taxi because he was tired, but Poe had finally managed to bribe him with the promise of sweets and cuddles when he was feeling better.

Now it was just getting Ranpo to bed that was the problem.

“Come on, just a few more steps, Ranpo. And then you can sleep.” Poe tried to sound encouraging as he held onto Ranpo’s arm and guided the other slowly up the stairs. From the top of the stairs, Karl chattered his own encouragement, and apparently, the raccoon’s encouragement was better than Poe’s own, because that was what made Ranpo take the last few steps to the top.

“Why does our bedroom have to be on the second floor? Why can’t it be—on the ground—floor?” Ranpo questioned before a series of coughs interrupted him, each sounding worse than the last. The force of the coughs would’ve brought Ranpo to his knees if it weren’t for Poe’s grip keeping him upright. When the coughing showed no immediate signs of stopping, Poe brought his other hand over to rub at Ranpo’s back, encouraging the younger to try and breathe through the fit, repeating the words over and over until finally, the fit eased off and Ranpo was just left wheezing. “This is awful.”

“Being sick tends to be.” Poe led Ranpo towards the bedroom, and guided him to sit on the edge of the bed; Ranpo let out a sigh of relief the moment he was off his feet and quickly sprawled out across the bed, Karl jumping onto the bed a second later to curl up beside him. “I’ll get you some medicine. Do you think you can get changed on your own or do you want some help?”

Ranpo looked thoughtful where he lay, one hard carding through Karl’s fur. After a moment, Ranpo shrugged. “I’ll be fine, but is medicine really necessary?”

“It is if you don’t want to be bedridden for two weeks like you were last time you got sick.” Poe warned. “I’ll be right back.”

Poe was as quick as possible the moment he left the bedroom, taking the stairs two at a time to get to the kitchen faster, and he practically tore his kitchen apart to find the medication that he kept on hand to treat whatever illness Ranpo came home with, which surprisingly, was a lot. Somehow, despite Poe being the one with the terrible sleep schedule and tendency to overwork himself, it was always Ranpo that was falling victim to colds and flu’s and whatever other illness the cold weather brought with it.

It took Poe only a few seconds to find the medicine he needed—he always kept it in the same cupboard next to the fridge for easy access—and after staring at his fridge for a solid minute, he also grabbed one of Ranpo’s many snacks and some water, hoping that both would help Ranpo to feel a little better. He’d only just shut the fridge door when he heard the sound of claws on tile, and a second later, he felt sharp teeth tugging at his pants; teeth that could only belong to a certain furry companion of his.

Karl chattered at him, looking worried—well as worried as a raccoon could look—and tugged on Poe’s pants again before dashing away, pausing to chatter at him before dashing a little further. It didn’t take a genius to realize that Karl wanted to be followed, so that was what Poe did; he made sure to grab everything he needed and quickly followed Karl, the raccoon leading him up the stairs and back to the bedroom where he darted through the gap in the door, disappearing from view.

“Ranpo, are you okay?” Poe called out as he pushed the door open, frowning when he didn’t immediately see Ranpo. But he looked a little further and saw Ranpo leaning against the closet door with his head against his knees. Poe hurried over after freeing his hands, and dropped to his knees in front of Ranpo, “What happened?”

“Got dizzy. Legs gave out.” Ranpo coughed, his eyes blinking open just long enough to look at Poe before sliding shut again. “Poe, I don’t feel good.”

“I know.” Poe’s other hand came to push Ranpo’s hair out of his face. His fever didn’t feel any warmer than it had the last time he’d checked, but it was still warm enough for Poe to worry. “But let me take care of you?”

Ranpo nodded, and Poe stood, hooking his arms underneath Ranpo to drag him upright. Ranpo grunted as he got his legs underneath him, and together, they made their way over back to the bed. Once Ranpo was safely sprawled out across the bed again, Poe went to grab a change of clothes from the closet; sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt that would more than comfortable to sleep in. Poe returned to Ranpo’s side. He nudged Ranpo’s leg with his own. “Sit up, and I’ll help you get changed.”

With a groan, Ranpo reluctantly dragged himself upright, and lifted his arms when he was prompted, allowing Poe to pull his current shirt off and replace it with the long sleeved one. “Okay, pants now. Grab onto me and just hold on.”

“Mmkay.” Ranpo wrapped his arms around Poe’s neck, and despite how close Ranpo’s body was to his own, and how awkward the position was because of Poe’s height, he somehow managed to get Ranpo out those cropped pants he always wore and into the sweatpants with relative ease, and before he knew it, he was lifting the blankets for Ranpo to crawl under.

“Take some medicine before you go to sleep.” Poe said as he held out a couple of pills to Ranpo before the latter could even close his eyes to try and sleep.

Ranpo eyed the medicine distastefully, but thankfully didn’t fight it too much as he swallowed the pills with some water. He still made a face, just as he always did, but he didn’t openly complain for a change. He must be feeling bad if he’s not complaining. Poe sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled the blankets up to cover Ranpo that little bit more. “Do you feel up to eating something?”

“No.” Ranpo grimaced at the suggestion of food. Nauseous then, on top of the fever. “Not hungry.”

“Alright, you can eat later then. Do you need anything else?” Poe asked, resting one hand on Ranpo’s shoulder.

“Stay here with me?” Ranpo made a grabby motion with his hands, one that brought a smile to Poe’s face just because it was Ranpo doing it, and even when sick, still looked adorable doing so.

“Alright, let me get changed first though.”

Ranpo gave a nod, and Poe was quick to scurry over to his closet, getting changed in record time into something more comfortable, before making his way back to the bed and crawling under the covers, sliding as close as he could get to Ranpo, slotting their legs together with one arm coming to drape over Ranpo’s waist whilst he buried his face into black hair that tickled his nose. Poe relaxed once he’d gotten comfortable, the familiarity of their position enough to make even him sleepy. This was how they slept every time they went to bed together, the closeness a comfort to the both of them in completely different ways; where it made Poe feel less alone in the world, it made Ranpo feel more loved.

The blankets squashed against his arm as Karl leapt onto the bed again, curling up into a ball on top of the covers to rest against Ranpo’s stomach, the raccoon ready to join them in their afternoon nap. Ranpo gave a content hum, and snuggled closer to Poe, eyes drifting shut as he prepared himself to sleep off his illness. “Thanks for coming to pick me up, Poe.”

“Anytime, Ranpo.” Poe murmured, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against Ranpo’s bare skin where his hand was resting, drawing a relaxed sigh from his partner. “Sleep well, and I hope you feel better when you wake up.”

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd fanfic #ranpoe #edogawa ranpo #edgar allan poe #hurt/comfort #fluff #sickfic #writing #fanfiction

[onyourowndaisymae]

blog update

hi! it's been awhile since i've posted anything substantial. some of you might have noticed that progress for the "when they fall in love" series has halted, that only little drabbles or shitposts have been posted as of late, etc etc-- i want to say my peace and get it all out there.

to make a long story short, blog posts will be slowing way down to accommodate for my declining health, but i am still looking to post drabbles and such until i am healthier. kink/flufftober prompts will be pushed back to a do-over kink/flufftober when i have the energy to do so. my "personal" blog is @oopsiedaisymae and that's where i'll be moving most of my reblogs, likes, mutual following, etc etc so follow there if you want to see my nonsense. this blog will not be shutting down. y'all are stuck with me.

to make a long story long... (cw for chronic illness, nausea, unintentional disordered eating, american nonsense)

last year, during finals season in college, i got sick as fuck with a stomach infection. since then, i have quite literally never been the same. i went from being a normal student to being plagued with abdominal pain, constant nausea (and i'm emetophobic so that sucked SO much ass) and being unable to leave the house some days. i've had ups and downs with my health since-- some days i can eat semi-normal, other days i'd be completely unable to stomach anything solid. as of now, we're on the worse end of that spectrum.

also around this time, i lost my health insurance. so the entirety of this calendar year i haven't had insurance, and although my primary care clinic is cheap, my issues are beyond what a primary care clinic can provide. because i'm in america, an uninsured trip to the ER would quite literally bankrupt me. so i've been waiting on insurance to get said proper medical care. i'm hoping that'll come sooner rather than later-- my birthday is next month and i'd like to not be in the hospital when it comes around!

with all of this, i have (understandably) not been eating well and have lost a significant amount of weight. eating hurts, and trying to eat a healthy amount makes me incredibly nauseated and in pain. the question every day is: do i want to not be in pain but be unable to think, or do i suffer physically to have some mental capacity for the day? it's a lose-lose situation.

this has really upset me bc writing has always been a place to escape to as my life falls apart, but now even stringing together words is hard. i want to write. before this most recent batch of hell i was stringing together a masterlist for kinktober, but i can't even finish the pieces i was already working on bc i can't think. shit sucks.

anyways. all this to say: once i get proper medical care, it's over for you hoes. i will start posting full-length fics again once i am able. in the mean time, expect little drabbles here and there. i will be hosting my do-over kinktober and flufftober events when i am able, even if that shit means i'm posting in may or something. i will be dicking around on @oopsiedaisymae, my personal blog, in the mean time. oh, and i'm into twisted wonderland now, too. so expect content for that when i come back in full swing.

i think that's everything. if i have anything else to say, i'm sure i'll mention it. in the mean time, feel free to explore my blog or my mutuals' blogs to get your writing content fill. thanks for sticking around :) mwah.

#blog update

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

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Warning: on PC it takes 8 lenghts of the screen to look through the entire draft, I think posts are a little wider, but still

So, this is something I'll never write out because it has the core elements of most of my daydreams: unrequited feelings for Kokichi, unnecessary martyrdom and overpowered self-insert original character

meet the Ultimate Manic Pixie Dream Girl, they were born out of my reading of the "Obligatory Chatfic", it stays focused on v3, but I wanted to play with the ideas of all the classes interacting together after going through their games in vr, and Hope's Peak having history of human experimentation on students, putting all of them through it so casually because They ARE The Bad Guys and have been doing this shit to students for decades like they're free lab rats

My OC joins the v3 class about a month or two after they left the simulation, bullshits something about special circumstances for transferring at that point, makes some suspiciously too accurate guesses about people, as if playing Sherlock Holmes, jokes about being a whore after revealing their talent, seems to be under the influence, but they say it's just jet-lag, they arrived freshly from America. And on the first lunch break they have an obnoxious reunion with Junko, they've partied together many times before, after clicking instantly on some formal fashion-related celebrity event. They throw an ice-breaker karaoke on the soonest free Friday evening to show the v3 babies how to party, at least the select few that decide to come (as most doesn't want to be anywhere near Junko or parties), notably, Kamukura is also there, he's always close to at least one of my two girlies. Generally, they make a big deal out of music, quote lyrics, assign people songs (a part of their "too accurate guesses" gimmick), make karaokes a regular thing, Junko rarely joins the later ones, it actually becomes a v3 class thing they wanted it to be in the end, but in the meantime they bring in various friends they make at HPA.

Their immediate & obvious crush on Ouma makes everyone cringe and brace themselves, thinking it'll crash and burn sooner rather than later as they'll get to see more of his personality, but they become friends, as our MPDG collects all outcasts and freaks of this school, but those who pay attention can tell they give extra attention to Kokichi, so those observant classmates (minus Saihara, who, of course, doesn't know) are waiting for them to realize that Kokichi is pining after Shuichi (but they know that, they knew from the start, they don't mind). They gush about him a lot, both to Junko and Izuru, sometimes to Miu, but as a running joke where she always reacts with fake gagging, highlighting how amazing it is that he doesn't want anything from them, that he makes them feel free (watch my aro ass re-invent being lithromantic on accident, I had this OC for... more than a year, and heard this term while having this in the draft). They spoil Ouma as their bestie, but since they're touchy with all their friends (and more touchy with people they want something from, using their talent to manipulate) and throw grand gestures left and right they play it off, even though their jealousy shows around Saihara sometimes. They have a brief phase where they took on an appearance that was just Saihara with their spice added (brighter hair, bolder make-up, expensive suit with suspenders... they disappeared for a bit after that stunt, equal parts ashamed and proud for pulling it off), they like intimidating him and asking him questions he doesn't know how to answer. They have mood swings between trying to wingman for saiou and antagonizing Shuichi, circling around him, during a particularly bad episode they decide to seduce him like everyone who stands in their way (even though they still wouldn't pursue Kokichi if he wasn't in the way).

As people start to notice they know too much to really be just analysing what they see & that they seem to grow lost in their increasing amount of notes (carrying a bunch of notebooks, recording their voice) and in their head (spacing out, repeating themselves, changing personas faster) they throw out pieces of their convoluted backstory to cause a distraction. How they ran away and don't talk to their mom. How their first heartbreak changed them. The many friends they lost in their time in Hollywood, not to mention partners, it's always others that the death touches so don't worry about them. Izuru gives them knowing side-glances and takes them on breaks, those two have Talks about life that tend to go nowhere. Sometimes Junko joins them and they only mean less and probably smoke. (I am super averse to smoking, but this one just has to, so yeah, the trio does). It's revealed that they are so close as a trio because they have a shared lab and work on something together (Enoshima technically has a second lab as a fashionista, but this is an analyst, MPDG & "Hope" lab). It also becomes known at that stage that they disappeared from Hollywood nearly a year before they officially joined HPA. They use Shuichi's curiosity about the matter to get closer to him & succeed in their goal.

The truth is they were originally offered to be the Ultimate Actress in Junko's year, but turned that down (important: they already knew Junko at that point) and got scouted again under a different name, from a school in some small town in another state after using that place as testing grounds for their plan, polishing their skills and purposefully pulling some shit to get scouted on their own terms. And it's pulled out of them in a full story instead of little hints by Kokichi, because (as he doesn't know what they did to Shuichi) they're best friends and he can't be easily distracted from warning signs that he knows from experience. They get him in on the plan to destroy Hope's Peak. Yes, they knew about the human experimentation before they came there, always hanging around older rich people with their "I'll fuck my way to the top" mentality allowed them to hear lots of stories from the prestigious world that are otherwise kept under wraps, and meeting Junko when she was recently scouted, looking into it and willing to talk about it solidified the idea they had about the place.

Even without knowing much they were growing convinced that the whole showbiz world is rotten to the core and Talent is a bad thing that burns you out, they watched people die chasing fame and ones becoming hollow once they got it, how everybody seems unhappy and only wants more of something, exactly just how fake all that jazz is. They make many comments about being expected to die young & beautiful, getting irrelevant if they don't, being special just because they're tragic, how being gifted fucks up kids, how this isn't designed for them but for people who watch them. They look at Hope's Peak and see what it symbolizes. And they want it gone.

So they say they accepted HPA's second scouting (without coming clear to them about the previous one being them as well), and became Ultimate MPDG, since they were late to join the class, their participation in this year's project was studying its events and assisting everyone's recovery with their talent. That is not the whole truth, just enough of it to make Kokichi think it is. The half-true reason for proceeding slowly with the plan to burn down the school is avoiding suspicion and making sure everything will go right. They don't buy big quantities of gasoline, not from one place, not with one face. They acquired the building plan and mapped out how the fire should spread. They collected the files with all the dirt on HPA. They arranged for a date when students won't be inside, when they will be at an event and therefore have alibis. They prepared their escape. It makes sense for Kokichi to believe that all the planning is what's wearing them down, he did think they had something in common there.

But they omitted that they enter virtual reality on a daily basis, that they die in it more often than not, that they're helping develop it and the main reason they were scouted this time was their ability to switch personas on a whim and become them, creating full lives as if they actually lived them and being able to contain those multitudes. They wanted to push that potential, to push the VR's limits and see how much it can manifest and how real it can feel. They're testing how it affects them, reducing the time needed to recover after a death, disconnecting from the body via replacing it with various avatars, separating it into elements that can be controlled & don't need to be in the same place or even present at all for other elements to work, turning sensations into sliding scales that can be manipulated. Junko and Izuru also enter the vr, usually there's one person observing from the outside and two in the simulator, but it's MPDG that took on the "effects of repeated deaths as time progresses" test, and it's eating away at them. They're losing touch, dissociating a lot, forgetting the boundaries of the real world and their mortality. And most importantly, that they've been doing it since before v3.

They've been at the academy since they got scouted, which not only wasn't late for the start of v3's first school year, it was late in the previous one, v3 applied some things they were testing out and when they found out it was happening they stormed headmaster's office and demanded to join their classes and oversee their recovery, because they were supposed to be the Head Researcher (it seemed beneficial to have them see it this way, who knew they'd be this bossy?) of this, and they were not done testing, so why the hell did you use this on a whole class of ultimates?! There are still things with defined plans of improvement, besides the applied features that might have side effects, months of work load on their project, this wasn't in their plans. Really, in the moment they might be more livid about it being outside their control, done without their knowledge, not to mention approval, one that they would not give.

Feeling for those inside comes with watching the footage. They're not a very empathetic person though, there certainly is sympathy, but that's mostly for the ones they grew to have positive opinions of. Now, unlike the real me, MPDG learned to hide their negative feelings quite well, they're used to acting nice with people they dislike, but that's when it aids their goal. They do not feel like they have to be nice to Momota, there's nothing they want from him, they're trying to get Maki and Shuichi away from him and his influence, actually. In a timeline that doesn't end in tragedy they could be convinced to give him a chance, get to know him for real, deal with the feeling of self-recognition through another (derogatory) and both of them would come out of it as better people, bickering in more friendly ways, helping keep each other's burst of righteous anger contained. But in the main-line, when MPDG holds back from punching him after blowing a fuse and ranting excessively in reaction to a comment he made during lunch, in front of everyone, they revel in the sense of superiority over him it gives them to come off cold in their hatred and don't resort to physical violence like he would, their next move is to pull strings to get him expelled, very satisfied with themselves, fully believing that somebody like him doesn't belong there. (elitarian, playing into the system, becoming the very thing they swore to destroy, etc; etc.)

Nothing quite like this, but they have issues getting along with a few others, get into arguments with Kaede despite trying to be friendly, they're uncomfortable around Gonta (oh, they despise feeling small and fragile, muscular men just so aren't their type, it's not a fear, it's not a fear, it's not- oh fuck, he could kill them on accident, what if he finds out they hate bugs?), and honestly they just find Korekiyo too much to unpack so they don't get in his business the way they love to do with most people.

When they can't drag it out any longer, their research is done, all information they wanted to sell is sold, everything is prepared to burn the school, the final karaoke is arranged and everyone but them and Izuru is at the venue, they finally set the flame, it's done. But the next step was to join others at the venue, have Izuru drive them there, swap places with their bodydouble, do a big reveal by showing them The MusicalTM (a movie they made mostly with the use of NWP, showing their story along with a very dramatic soundtrack, dancing performances included), give their friends the playlist they made for them and finally ask Kokichi to run away with them in a moment of having nothing to lose, leaving either way. That doesn't happen, because. Because their affair with Shuichi. No, the guilt isn't getting to them that much, maybe a little. They're pregnant and don't want anyone to know. It ruins their plan, so they choose to leave without saying anything, this way Kokichi won't hate them and at least saiou will have a chance. They sort of confess with a song in the musical, but they leave without goodbye, leaving him no way to reply. Telling Shuichi would only complicate things, since he's a good guy, who'd take responsibility and they don't want him.

Being a wanted criminal, they definitely leave Japan and live somewhere on the down low. They stop detoriating but the damage is already done, and they never rocover, so they're very scatterbrained and often dissociate til the end. Izuru also runs away and lives a quiet life. Junko gets arrested but gets out pretty quickly, she refused to help trask down MPDG or Izuru, but expressed certainity that neither of them will cause trouble again and proceeded to instead testify against HPA scientists, helped find people who were involved in the Kamukura project (they're not dead here, but if MPDG didn't show up with their dramatic ass plans, who knows what Junko & Izuru would have done on their own, it probably would be a lot closer to the Tragedy), used her Analyst talent to prevent some bigger terrorist attacks that would have hurt a lot of people (when theirs only destroyed the building and everything to do with NWP, except for the notes MPDG took with them. They considered selling the concept just like they did with other secrets, but even though they believe there could be better uses for it, it's too dangerous, so not a word of it gets out), she refuses to continue working with anti-terrorists later once she's not obligated to. Saiou get together and seem to have their happy ending, domestic ever after, except a few years later... a child shows up at their doorstep.

But that would be a sequel/an entirely separate thing, because it's just a little scenario I had, a maybe preteen-at-most weird girl shows up and flips their life upside down, MPDG left a will & letters in envelopes titled "Open when [specific situation that's kinda expected to happen happens, first one being "open when you've met her"]" and they're actually mostly adressed to Kokichi, some to Shuichi and some of the later ones are adressed to their daughter, set for birthdays and other big occassions. They always expected to die young and it never becomes evident or relevant how they died exactly, but there are things that could lead to it, like the damage from the NWP, their even older history with drugs, with dangerous people, their own mind becoming too restless after a few years of a peaceful and normal life, no matter how much they tried for their child, something was going to catch up to them, they were sure, so they were writing letters since they made their escape. All of that is not easy on saiou's relationship, but at this point they're either married or at least engaged, so it's not enough to tear them apart, once they calm down it's not like Shuichi did anything wrong by sleeping with MPDG months before they got together, frankly, he got played and Kokichi can recognize that. But the kid is there, and not only is Shuichi the closest & only* family (*technically, MPDG's parents are alive, but the link got lost a long thread of identities ago), but they're both written in the will to inherit everything, except for what they already put away on their daughter's savings account. So they're in for a ride.

#made by me #asked/answered #saiouma #I mean... it is. technically #original character #if you cringe at it imagine being me #I am sorry this is so long and took so long to get out and it literally sucks #like. I am not being self-deprecating. I could do better. I am not making it a full fic because the concept sucks #it's too much. it's way too much and I skipped over some side plots that don't add to the main story #am I the first person to make a self-insert the main character and then not even try to make them out to be a good person or in the right? #this reveals so many things wrong with me like #hi. I'm a weird pervert. I want to be the dead mom in the movie. I am an untrustworthy and power hungry asshole. I'd be friends with Junko #making this post was painful #when thinking about singular scenes as my bedtime daydreams it was fine. it was cool. it's a huge monstrosity. overarching plots that crash #into each other and stop making sense because when could it even all happen. head in hands

[silverhallow]

14-"This is so stupid."

let's get that muse going

I’ve no idea what this but I hope you like it…

“This is so stupid”

Anthony scowled as he looked at himself in the mirror, his fingers moving to the top of the costume and he let out an annoyed growl as the door opened and Benedict walked through the door, his own costume on and looking as thrilled as Anthony looked.

“This is so stupid” Anthony complained again, “how on earth did we get roped into this”

“Because Sophie was desperate for characters for the school kids as an end of term treat and I find it physically impossible to say no to Sophie, and Kate threatened you if you didn’t agree…” Benedict sighed

“I know but really, Spongebob and Patrick?” he groaned

“Yes but the kids are into Spongebob at the moment… and at least you got to be Spongebob! I look ridiculous as Patrick…” Benedict groaned

“You’re Patrick because you’re taller, at least neither of us are Squidward…” Anthony sighed.

“I wonder which poor soul she’s roped into doing that or if it’s just us two… but come on, we’ve gotta go, the kids are waiting for us” Benedict said, grabbing Patrick’s head.

As they made their way out of the changing room and headed down the corridor towards Sophie’s classroom feeling completely ridiculous but knowing it was for a good cause.

But what they didn’t know was Kate was in the classroom waiting with a camera to film them with the kids and in their costumes.

Anthony jammed the top of his spongebob costume, rueing the day he let Kate introduce Benedict to Sophie as they knocked on the door.

The excited chatter stopped and they heard Sophie’s voice “I wonder who that could be…”

There was a giggle and a squeak from the kids and then a shhhhh from a few of the kids and they heard Sophie’s footsteps coming towards the door “ohhhh kids, I think we have some extra special guests waiting for us… can you remember the words of the song that introduces them?” she asked brightly.

As Sophie opened the door, the words of the Spongebob Song started being sung loudly and very out of key and Anthony and Benedict, fully dressed in their costumes, bounced into the room singing along with the kids.

Kate sat at the back of the room trying not to laugh as she filmed the entire thing. “Oh this is so stupid I love it” she laughed as Sophie made her way over as Anthony and Benedict had started answering questions that the kids were asking.

Sophie giggled “it is rather stupid but it was a genius idea”

“Well Anthony, did say he’d do anything to make up for stepping on Newton… but Benedict…?”

“Spongebob would have been lonely, and honestly, I didn’t think he’d go for it…”

“Just shows you how much he loves you” Kate grinned

“Very true… and they are very cute with the kids” Sophie sighed happily. “They’re going to be amazing dads”

“One sooner rather than later” Kate said quietly.

Sophie gasped, “you… your?!”

“We told our parents and Edi last night…” Kate said her voice low. “I wanted you to be the next one to know… and I wanted to see Ant around kids so this was just a win win”

Sophie squealed and hugged her best friend happily “best news ever”

Their hug was interrupted by a loud grunt as Anthony lost his balance in his costume and toppled to the floor and was being hugged by all the kids “Kate… babe… a little help…”

“Should we?” Sophie said,

“Nah, he’ll work it out, or Ben will when that little boy stops swinging on his arms…” Kate laughed moving the camera back onto them, laughing as they watched the school kids with their husband and boyfriend.

#bridgerton #bridgerton drabbles #benedict bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #sophie beckett #ash’s drabbles #benophie #Kanthony #benedict x sophie #ask ash

[happyhealthycats]

I'm bringing home a pair of 4 month old kittens on Wednesday (21/2) and I'm so nervous.

I think I've got everything they need; shallow bowls to avoid whisker fatigue, litter boxes with removable hoods, roomy carriers, three different types of scratcher, puzzle feeders, quick release collars, *so many* toys, beds and blankets.

But I still feel so unprepared. This'll be the first time I've been solely responsible for anyone and I'm so scared I'll mess up. I want these boys to be the happiest, most well-taken-care-of cats in the world, but I struggle to take care of myself as it is and I'm terrified I'll hurt or neglect them unintentionally.

I'm sorry for rambling but basically what I want to ask is, is there anything I've forgotten for them? Is there any important advice you can think of?

First thing's first - Take a minute to relax! I know it's easier said than done, but you're doing a GREAT thing by bringing two cats into your home. It's a big step, sure, but it's very rewarding! Keep this in mind - Every single cat is unique with different needs. You can buy every single toy on the wall and bring home the one cat that will absolutely not touch any of the types of toys you got them. When they first get home, their job is to grow confident in their new surroundings and be there for each other, and to continue to eat and to their business and other healthy cat-behaviors. It's also time for them to learn the rules of the home, right? I don't mean actual rules, but think about it - "Why is the human going to bed? Why are they staying here instead of going home after turning off the lights?" They have to get used to a whole new way of life, and it can be stressful! So this is why a lot of folks warn about cats being skittish/shy/scared right after coming home. Some cats go on litter box strikes. Some go on food strikes. It's all part of getting to know each other. So following that idea, you want to learn about your new friends! Watch them play, watch them interact. Give them a variety of options so you can see what they prefer, and it already sounds like you've got that covered! You may find that the cats don't like the litter you picked out, or the food you got. It's important not to see it as a failure, but as a learning experience. I WILL give you some basic advice that I wish more folks would give - have an emergency plan in case someone gets sick or eats something they're not supposed to. Know your emergency vet number - or put it on your fridge. You don't need to have a stack of cash, things like Care Credit exist for this very reason, but don't put off thinking about 'what if's when you're in a good headspace to do so. This would be a good time to look into pet insurance, and honestly I'd say it's worth checking out as an option if it's something you can swing financially. Get some blood work on their files at the vet as soon as you're able, just so you have a baseline to refer to in the future. Find your veterinarian now if you haven't already! Shelter vets and rescue vets are fantastic and do amazing work, but you want the vet who will continue seeing the animal into the future to get more familiar with your pet sooner rather than later. Vets can also have great resources for you at a new pet appointment. All in all, watch and learn from each other and you're going to give those cats the very best life they could have possibly hoped for.

#ask box #question

[callsign-joyride]

Don't Fear The Reaper - Chapter Four

Description: There's no way out of the camp. Your luck keeps on getting worse and worse. Things with Warren evolve.

Content warnings: For the fic; violence with a knife, blood, death, gore, sexual themes, drug use. For this chapter; blood, gore, severe injury, fear, sexual content

Pairing: Daisy Jones & The Six x OC Donna Smith

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June 15, 1978 Graham and Eddie were up before sunrise. It seemed smart to get to the police station sooner rather than later. You managed to sleep a little better, but you had to fall asleep watching TV on the couch. Eddie didn’t notice anything as he hopped in the driver’s seat of his car and stuck the key in the ignition.

“It won’t start,” he said as he turned to Graham.

“Pop the hood. You might need a jump.”

“Cables are in the trunk.”

With his flashlight in his mouth, Graham opened the hood. 

“Uh, just curious. How long have you had your car unlocked?” He asked.

“Since we got here. Why? You see anything?”

“It’s what I don’t see that’s the problem.”

Eddie practically ran out of the car to see what Graham was looking at. He was shaken up at the fact that his battery had been removed, but they had to get to the police station. They hopped in Graham’s car and rolled the windows down as they slowly made their way out of the camp. Eddie’s face got whiter (if that was even possible) and Graham’s mouth went dry as they stopped in front of the old pickup truck blocking the only way out of camp. They decided to turn around to tell everyone what was going on.

You woke up with a shout as you heard the door to the house swing open. Graham was in the doorway with everyone else behind him. You got up and fixed your hair while Billy got Camila up.

“You mean you can’t just move it?” You asked as they informed you of what they saw.

“Even if we could, the tires are slashed. We’d be on rims and it might as well be a worthless piece of junk at this point.”

“Okay, dumbass, get in and put that baby on neutral. We’ll push it out of the way,” Daisy said.

“What if the doors are locked?”

“That’s what rocks are for. I’d rather you have an ass full of glass than all of the kids being in danger. That rhymed.”

“Alright, then. We’ll keep the kids in the mess hall with activities while we try and get that truck moved. That sound good?”

All of you nodded your heads before going in separate directions. Warren and Eddie walked next to you, asking what you were planning for the kids when you realized that you’d need help taking stuff to and from the mess hall.

“Well, if it was a normal day, I’d take everyone outside and drop Mentos in Diet Coke, but I obviously can’t do that. So we’re painting flower pots and stained glass suncatchers. I’m not really sure what else I can do to occupy them.”

“Worst comes to worst, we’ll shut off all the lights and fire up the projector. It’ll be okay,” Warren said.

“I really hope so.”

The kids didn’t ask any questions as to why they were staying in the mess hall all day. Granted, Karen had said that they had to have someone come out and fix the pool, but they couldn’t see the parking lot from the mess hall. They stayed occupied with the flower pots until lunch and you collected them to set them out to dry while Daisy worked on lunch with Warren and Billy. Eddie and Graham came back while the kids were getting their food and you all sat at an empty table together.

“Truck’s not moving,” Eddie said.

Your knuckles turned white from how hard you were gripping your fork. Warren placed his hand on your thigh to try and get you to calm down.

“Tell me you at least broke into it,” Daisy said.

“We did, and whoever is doing this broke the key just right so we can’t pull it out or move it to start the engine. We couldn’t get a grip on it with tweezers. We tried. It’s not going anywhere.”

“Try again. This is starting to spin into an emergency situation and we’re gonna need to get the kids out. So unless anyone happens to know of a trail or something that could lead to the main road, moving that truck is our only way out,” Billy said.

“Relax. We will figure this out,” Camila said.

“I know, but I’m honestly kind of scared. We already know that it could be a guy trying to recreate what happened thirty years ago, right? A bunch of kids wound up missing or dead. So, if we’re right, we need to get the kids out. Like immediately.”

“The original murders didn’t start until it got dark, and he didn’t go for the kids first,” Eddie said.

“Then we’ll find a way to get them out of here before dark tonight. That’s not until 9 o’clock, right? We’ve got time.”

“That’s a great idea, but the only problem with it is that I don’t even think the kids would know where to go if something was to happen to us,” Karen said.

“Then we tell them that there’s an emergency and that no one is allowed to go anywhere without an adult, especially after dark. We’re staying here, no matter what. No one’s going on any of the trails. We tell them that the phones are down, but we’re going to get them home,” Daisy said.

“And what if we’re not sure if we can get them home?” Billy asked.

“Say it anyways. They’re going to be scared, but they need to know that this will end.”

You watched from the sidelines as everyone told the kids about the emergency after they ate dinner. It wasn’t surprising that all of the kids seemed scared. None of them would sit still or quiet down as the adults tried to get them to line up to head back to the cabins. You were packing the paint up when you felt a tap on your arm.

“Miss Donna, will you protect me?” Astrid asked. Your heart melted.

“Of course. Honey, I’d do just about anything for you. We’re doing our best to figure out what’s going on and we’re going to get you out of here. Go with Billy, okay? He’ll keep you safe on the way to the cabin.”

“Okay. Thank you. I’m really scared.”

“It’s okay to be scared. I’ll walk you back to your cabin, okay?”

Astrid nodded her head and grabbed your hand as you walked back to the cabin. All of the kids were murmuring about something when you walked in and Billy looked exhausted. He said something about how many questions the kids had. Lying to them wasn’t easy but it was a lot better than saying, “We’re all in danger and there’s no way out,”. You asked if he wanted to come over after the kids were asleep to play some games and watch a movie. Everyone wanted to join in when you around to the other cabins to ask.

“What are you up to?” You asked Camila as you knocked on the door of the nurse’s cabin.

“Making sure I have enough supplies. Granted, all I’ve needed to use are the Band-Aids and ice packs, but I don’t want to be unprepared if something happens.”

“Okay, well, everyone’s coming over later to relax after the kids are asleep.”

“That’s fine.”

You made it back to the house and read until it started to get dark. Camila got back and refilled her water bottle before turning the dials on the TV to find something to watch. She settled for a gameshow and you got out some board games before looking for snacks. You decided that s’mores over the oven would be a good idea, so you went to the mess hall to get everything. Warren walked into the house right as you got back and he helped you set things out.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about what happened the other night. Or what almost happened, depending on how you look at it,” he softly said while you were in the kitchen.

“Okay?”

“Well, how did you feel about it? I don’t want anything to be awkward between us but I like you a lot and I’d like to take you out sometime.”

You stared at him while you poured chips into a large bowl.

“Uh, yeah, sure. That’d be nice. Sorry, you just kind of caught me off guard. Maybe we could go out after camp?”

“I like the sound of that.”

You acted like nothing had happened as you went back out to the living room and put the snacks on the table. Warren put his arm around you while the movies played. You finally got up to see who wanted s’mores at around midnight.

“I’m gonna go out for a smoke but thanks,” Eddie said.

“I’m pretty tired so I’m gonna go back to my cabin,” Karen said as she stood up and grabbed her water bottle. Camila and Billy looked at each other before looking back at Karen and Eddie.

“We’re not together. That’s gross.”

It wasn’t long before everyone started to leave. Warren walked you to your room and you stopped to let him in. He had his hands on your hips and started to kiss you while walking you back towards the bed. He groaned as you wrapped your hand around his hardened cock and started to pump him.

“Fuck - yeah, just like that.”

He came in your hand and took a moment to catch his breath. After saying that you didn’t have to do anything, you both decided it would be best to get some sleep for now.

Billy was asleep for maybe an hour before one of the boys woke him up, needing to use the bathroom. He slid his shoes on and grabbed the flashlight to head out to the bathrooms. You could hear crickets chirping and there was a slight breeze, but nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. Trees rustled and twigs snapped as Billy looked away from the door to the boy’s bathroom.

“Billy, man, you gotta help me! I’m fuckin’ bleeding out!” Eddie yelled. Billy thought it was a prank until he shined his flashlight in the direction of the noise.

“Shit. I’ve got a kid in the bathroom. Wait here, sit against a rock or a tree, I don’t know. I’m gonna get help.”

The boy walked out of the bathroom and Billy told him to go straight to the cabin without turning around or stopping. Eddie tried to lean against a tree, but he was bleeding so much that he thought he would pass out. Billy made Karen and Graham get up since their cabins were closest.

“You’re gonna be okay, man. I’m just gonna put this over you for now and we’ll get Camila,” Graham said. He turned to Billy and nodded, a silent cue for Billy to hurry and get Camila.

You woke up to someone knocking on your door. Warren scrambled out of the bed and you walked to the door to see what was going on. There wasn’t time for questions as Billy and Camila ushered both of you outside with flashlights. You kind of knew what was going on, but Warren kept you behind him because he didn’t want you to see Eddie.

“I don’t know what happened. He just stopped talking and he’s not responding,” Graham said.

Camila told him to get out of the way and found that he still had a pulse even though he was heavily bleeding.

“Okay. I need the three of you to take your shirts off - don’t look at me like that. We need to pack the wound and get him to the infirmary. There are cots in there - uh, I think Teddy got them from an army surplus store, at least two of you need to go and get one of those. It’s too dark for me to do anything else out here. Shit, I can hardly see how deep these cuts are.”

“Daisy will go with me and Donna,” Warren said. You nodded your head and walked to the nurse’s cabin. It didn’t take long at all to find one of the cots that Camila was talking about, but Warren stopped you before you could make it out of the door.

“I think you should stay here. Eddie’s not looking good. There’s a lot of blood, like a lot a lot, and I don’t want you to get freaked out. We’ll be back, I promise.”

“Okay.”

All you could do was sit and wait. Warren didn’t want you to leave the infirmary, so you sat in your anxiety for a while. Everyone had to work to get Eddie on the cot in a way that wouldn’t result in him bleeding out. You held the door open for Billy and Graham. They got Eddie on a bed and Camila closed the privacy curtain. You all looked up when you heard a shout. Camila burst out of the section and kept her eyes on the guys.

“At the bare minimum, he needs stitches. His wounds are so bad that I’m gonna need to knock him out but I don’t have any anesthetic. One of you needs to knock him out. You know, I normally don’t condone violence but this is the exception.”

“Oh, hell yeah. I’ve been wanting to punch him for years!” Warren exclaimed as he got up and went behind the curtain. He came back after a while and sat with you. It looked like everyone was going to stay in the infirmary to wait for Camila to finish stitching Eddie up. You fell asleep with your head on Warren’s shoulder, but he woke you up when Camila came out with news.

“I gave him stitches but that’s pretty much all we can do. He’s still out cold but we need to get him to a hospital. It’s a miracle that he was still alive when we found him. I’m gonna stay here and clean up. Keep an eye on him through the night.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Leaving him here, I mean,” Daisy said.

“It’ll be fine. We don’t really have anywhere else to move him. I don’t think anyone’s gonna come in here overnight. There’s not anything in here worth stealing and Eddie’s behind a privacy curtain.”

“Okay. We’ll regroup here in the morning.”

Morning came and you hadn’t slept at all. Warren stayed up with you as you watched whatever comedies on tape you could find. Camila had managed to sleep, at least in part. Billy came to check on her a few times throughout the night. Eddie looked better when you saw him, but the conversation was mostly about what to do with the kids.

“We know he’s serious now, which means that we’re running out of time to get the kids out of here,” Karen said.

You walked over to the phone and looked at it before taking it off of the hook and attempting to dial 9-1-1. Nothing had changed. 

“Alright, this is a map of the property,” Graham said as he laid a map out on the table. “We need to get the kids out of here by tomorrow evening at the latest. Our main exit is blocked off but we can branch off of the trails a little bit. We’ll eventually have them at the main road.”

“And what are we supposed to do after that?” Daisy asked.

The clock ticking was the only thing that you could hear as silence consumed the room. It was obvious that no one had a plan beyond getting the kids to the main road. Warren shrugged and looked at you like he was going to let them hitch hike. 

“I don’t know.”

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How Soon is Now? 🌻

Me, wading through the angst muck like a pig in shit ☝️. I would not make this a song fic but it would be multichap and every chapter would have an epigraph with a section of lyrics.

[Insert footage of me deleting and rewriting this several times.] TIME FOR BULLET POINTS.

Tess falls pregnant in September.

Unfortunately, she does not realize this until early December. She had assumed she was pre-menopausal, and food has been scarce. She's happy to not have periods.

She and Joel have been busy, busy prepping for winter, doing as many runs as possible, stashing food away so they can survive until spring.

[More under the jump.]

She has an IUD. Had an IUD. It was due to expire anyway, but turns out it fell out sometime during her last two extremely hellish periods, when she'd been stuck shivering and groaning over the toilet for hours. (Thank god those only happen a few times a year.) She figures it all out when her breasts are tender and she can't feel the strings anymore.

Unfortunately part II, FEDRA requires pregnancies be registered, and bans abortions for people who fall pregnant from August through November. They have to keep up enough population to feed their supply chain, and the summer months are when resources are most plentiful for supporting births and families newborns.

Tess will have an abortion, one way or another. She refuses to be pregnant, refuses to go through that misery again, especially at her age, refuses to put their work on pause and leave Joel without a partner, refuses to risk death during the delivery process, refuses to bring a child into this fucking hellscape world.

She doesn't tell Joel any of this. She'll figure it out on her own, as soon as possible; he doesn't need the weight of this burden on his shoulders. And maybe, a part of her doesn't want to face what it would do their relationship. She doesn't know what the consequences will be, but she knows they'll show up if she doesn't act fast, and there will be a reckoning.

She starts taking more risks during their runs, and during their daily life -- drinking more, going out without Joel more, taking the more physically demanding route around and outside the QZ, provoking the people in the slums known to be happy to swing a fist at anyone so she can put herself in that path. She won't go to one of the dirty back-alley butchers with unsterilized tools. She'll figure this out on her own. Hopefully sooner rather than later.

Joel calls her out on it one day, and it's the knock-down drag-out fight of a lifetime. He gets her backed into a figurative corner. And the truth comes out.

Joel turns white and storms out. Tess gives him a minute, and then snatches up a bottle of moonshine that was for trade and storms out in the opposite direction. She won't wait at home for him to slink back, shitfaced and having whatever reaction he's going to have. She's glad Tommy is gone, if he was still here, Joel would be tempted to tell his brother.

She stays out as late as possible, going nowhere in particular, just stalking their usual paths around the QZ, ducking the checkpoints. It's so much harder without Joel, she'd forgotten.

By the time she gets back, she's hammered. She lies down on the cold, refreshing, disgusting tile of their bathroom and hopes, just this once, not to wake up in the morning. Her arm and the tile beneath her are wet. She's not crying, is she?

Joel is back the next morning. They're both hungover, so prickly with each other. It's not forgiven, and it's not forgotten. Even if they somehow seem to be in consensus that this pregnancy is bad and should be terminated, Joel's reasons feel so much more personal. He never wanted to be a father again. He doesn't blame her for getting pregnant, but he blames her for not telling him until whatever date it is, late December or early January. She doesn't understand why it's the case, but somehow, for him, that's worse. And he blames her for the foolhardy way she's been acting. And probably, on some level, the anger is probably covering up for his fear, so it's particularly vicious. It's hard not to take it to heart. He's angry at her. She starts to withdraw, to lash out. To assume everything from him is said and done backhandedly.

They don't patch it up. It's approaching February. Tess is probably close to five months along. Her body is changing; it remembers her last pregnancy from a lifetime ago, when her son was born, and is trucking along fast enough that she's looking quite far into the pregnancy. She hates every single day. Time is running out for her, for them.

As with everything in their lives, the best luck and the worst luck seem to collide and happen at the same moment:

Someone she crossed has snitched. One of their regular FEDRA clients warns them that FEDRA is coming to pick her up, now, tonight, to put her in custody until she can be screened by an OB/GYN, and possibly to be kept in "protective custody" until her little parasite is born.

They're out at a drop. Someone has changed their mind, doesn't like the terms. Ammo has been scarce this far from FEDRA patrols, so no one has guns.

Someone comes barreling at Tess. Normally Joel would step in front. He meets her eyes, looking sick, and steps aside, faking a stumble.

He lets them hold him back, sagging in their grip. His eyes and face are dead. He has gone away somewhere else.

She wakes up in FEDRA custody. She hurts all over. That fucker was thorough.

There's a doctor, comes in with a clipboard and a falsely sympathetic expression. No heartbeat. Sick relief warring with strange and unwelcome shame. Not for what she'd done, but for the how. For the expression she'd seen on Joel's face. For the fact that she'd put too much stock in blissful ignorance and gotten pregnant in the first place.

The FEDRA fuck can't keep her mouth shut:

Her fetus, their child. It was a boy.

A son, an heir, of their nebulous and unstable empire, of things that could be snatched away at a moment's notice, of nothing in particular.

Send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it!

#long post #i did a thing #tlou #if i were going to actually write this fic i would work harder to make it more in character and use better words #pls know that these aren't necessarily my 100% head canons for these characters; im just playin around. #but i'm writing this in a noisy hostel common room so i can charge my laptop #this is no thoughts just vibes bc i can't even hear myself think rn #ask meme #ask game #anyway i have a lot of thoughts about abortion and population control and birth control in the QZ so i could go all day #hahahaha highly reconsidering posting this. why am i so anxious about this. it doesn't feel quality enough. it feels Bad. #fuck it i can always delete later.

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Helloooo! Just wanted to say that I love your stories and I always get excited when you post :)

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I'm currently on a temporary hiatus for a number of reasons, not the least of which is writers burnout and real life stress, but I'm hoping I can get back into the swing of things here sooner rather than later.

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