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nohoney · 8 months
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k! k! (◕‿◕✿) imagine having a dream that coffee + cigs touya cheated on you and you wake up angry at him╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡
no but fr this has happened to me and it was so hard for me to not be actually mad at my partner when i woke up (-﹏-。)
nonny i got u (☆ω☆)
see touya just rolls over and sees that you’re already awake, just scrolling on your phone idly. he greets you with a raspy ‘good morning’ and tries to kiss you but you turn away and tell him to get off. and of course he’s thinking oh great, what did i do this time?
he sighs and asks you if he hit you during his sleep again and that’s why you’re mad at him. it’s a thing that unfortunately happens every so often; he can’t help it honestly but he knows that he has to apologize. you tell him a curt no and get out of bed.
touya pinches the bridge of his nose before following after you, knowing that it’s better to stay within your space than assuming to give you space until you verbally tell him yourself. he makes the coffee and you warm up store bought croissants in the little toaster oven. he comes up behind you and places your favorite mug in front of you, having already added the creamer your coffee.
“why are you pissed? i’m not gonna have another conversation with you about taking your anger out on me without you telling me, do you understand?” touya is firm in his tone, showing that he’s not gonna let your attitude slide. he knows the difference between you being crabby and then actually being upset. “hm? we gonna talk this out or are we spending our morning in separate rooms?”
you wiggle out of the small space and take your mug with you. it seems like it’s going to be the second option but you lean on the opposite side of the countertop so that you face him.
“you cheated on me.”
his eyebrow raises in question before he tells you, “i have never.”
“uh yeah you did.” you insist.
“okay, humor me. when did i ‘cheat’ on you?” touya puts his hands up for air quotes around the emphasized word.
you pout at him first before answering, “last night, in my dream.”
yup, he knew it was for a dumb reason.
“i’m serious touya! what kind of bad vibes were you giving me last night to affect my dream? do i have to get something to ward off evil energy?” you scoff before sipping your coffee. “how dare you.”
he rolls his eyes at you but it’s a win that you chose to talk to him instead of being in your mood. “yes how dare i, meaning the me in your dreamscape, do something that i, the real me, would never do? you want me to apologize for what your mind made up in your sleep?”
“yes.”
“okay, i am sorry that your dream made you upset and i happened to be the star of your dream. just know that i wouldn’t do it to you in real life, ever.” he assures you, knowing that underneath your attitude you just want assurance that he’d never step out on you in real life. “can i kiss you good morning now so that we can have a peaceful morning?”
“… yes.”
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tabithatwo · 1 year
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very deeply in my jackie nat feelings would you care to take a rambling walk with me?? natalie takes the brunt of so much from these girls, she’s so often an outlet for their teen anger bullshit and she so deeply doesn’t deserve it and jackie is only ever truly Mean to nat of all the girls, so it stands out so fucking much.
jackie also constantly taking a different type of heat from the team, both of them wanting to protect and love the girls the best they can, nat never once questioning whether she would hold that shit against them, nat immediately assuming role of protector and sustainer. jackie trying but failing in this setting, jackie being bitchy to nat after she screws around instead of hunting AND pulling shauna out of the wreckage as she tries to save van AND supporting the attempt to hike out and the attempt with the plane AND AND AND—all For and About shauna. shauna eclipsed the rest of the girls for her so deeply and immediately, shauna was jackie’s priority and she failed her, she lost her, she never had her (or so she died thinking).
we see nat and jackie start to push back, start to team up, start to try and protect the girls from themselves. both of them are seeing the danger of the violent shit going unchecked and the terrifying paths of spiritualism/psychosis/whatever it is, but jackie loses THE girl, the ONE girl that she cares about more than the rest combined and she takes those hits in a series of discovery, and ignored opportunities for honesty, and begging for one tiny hint that shauna loved her, and those hits took her out completely. she cared about ALL of them, but she abandoned them all, because for jackie there was never a life without shauna. there was no everyone EXCEPT shauna, there was only shauna AND everyone. but natalie didn’t abandon them. nat couldn’t. nat wouldn’t. no matter what cruelty she’s faced or continues to face, she won’t leave them. that isn’t an option to her.
so jackie stops eating. she stops caring. she begs for a reason to stick around one last time and shauna doesn’t give it to her. so jackie just keeps sleeping. nat wakes up before dawn and she hikes and she comforts and she tells lies that tear her up inside because even if she loves one individual more, or in a different way, above all natalie loves the team. jackie is the reason they survive that first winter, and nat is the reason they make it out alive.
you’re lucky, you know? I think shit is gonna get a lot worse out here, but you’re already dead, so way to make everyone jealous of you one last time. I’m sorry for what we did. but who knows, eating you might be the reason we survive the winter, so…thanks. rest in peace, jackie.
who thinks jackie’s lucky, who’s jealous? certainly not everyone. ben probably. but the rest of them? they’re trying to survive. natalie is the one who’s jealous. natalie is the one who wishes she could avoid the darkness. but natalie knows she’ll stay alive, because they need her. and, just like she let’s go of the shit that jackie said to her and gives her the most genuine honoring and thanks of anyone (when she is the only one jackie was ever that harsh with), she’ll forgive the rest of them for their much deeper cruelties.
jackie served them in death, but nat is forced to serve them in life. and that is so much fucking harder.
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pixelatedraindrops · 9 months
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So I’m planning to write a sickfic of RainCode involving all the Detective Agency members taking care of Yuma c: (the fever stricken screen edit of yuma was done by me)
Gonna wait a bit before writing since I’m on a trip rn and may need to replay the game to really study everyone’s characters again. I don’t wanna write anyone OOC. I just finished this game the first time a few days ago.
But here’s the summary notes I wrote on my hour plane trip~ WARNING! Contains a very small spoiler from Chapter 3.
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Title: Home is Where the Heart Is
☔️ -Yuma wakes up feverish after Chapter 3 ends and before Chapter 4 starts. He is unable to move much due to the aches and chills wrecking his small body.
👻 -Shinigami is unable to help him due to feeling weak too. (they share the same body) She whines and demands him to get better soon in order to ease her own suffering before she passes out beside him.
It’s up to his detective friends to help him get better. The Nocturnal Detective Agency takes a day off detective work in order to help their ailing rookie detective member.
List of the Agency Side Missions:
🚬 -Yakou: Lends Yuma his bed’s blanket temporarily to keep him warm and comfortable. Yuma refuses the offer, but the chief heavily insists on helping the small detective. (His dad side is showing) He then goes out to purchase a new and fresh blanket for Yuma alone to use.
📚 -Vivia: Stays behind and looks after Yuma. Often cooling his fever off, helping him drink water, and making sure he’s stable. Though he spends most of the time reading in the fireplace like he always does, but its right beside the sofa Yuma sleeps on so it works out. The peace and quiet works out for them both. He keeps a close eye on him despite his recent conflicted feelings on him.
🕰️ -Fubuki: Gets some warm tea from the cafe in Ginma District she used to work at. It takes her a while to remember which beverage is tea and which tea is herbal and proper for a cold, but she ends up succeeding in the end due to luck. And maybe help from her previous coworkers.
🪙 -Halara: Goes out to buy a strong fever reducing medicine. They let Yuma off the hook from adding this to his bill. This time.
⚡️ -Desuhiko: Looks for something in Kanai Ward light enough for Yuma to eat. With the current available options at Kamasaki District he cannot find anything light enough that wouldn’t upset Yuma’s stomach. But before he panics and moves on to a different district area, he runs into Kurumi.
🍓 -Kurumi: After Desuhiko tells her what happened to Yuma, Kurumi is desperate to help her hero. She thinks and tells him of a new food stand in Kanai Ward’s Kamasaki District that may have something safe enough for him to keep down. They find it and receive a Ramen Soup Broth made by the mysterious new chef. He makes sure its perfectly safe for Yuma to eat.
They all return to the submarine to give Yuma all of these things along with the proper care and assistance he needs. Yuma ends up touched and teary eyed that his new friends cared enough to do all of this for him. Truly feeling like a lost amnesiac like him was finally at a place he could call home. He smiles as everyone in the agency stays by his side the rest of the day. Once he and Shinigami feel better, she tells him in a teasing manner that he’s found a good detective family to rely on, but he agrees. They both are fully recovered the next day.
Thats all. I’m really looking forward to writing it!!
I love writing sickfics of my current obsessions~
Feel free to read my other few sickfics on Ao3
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padfootastic · 8 months
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Hey padfootastic,
Was scrolling through hp posts and saw a post where people were fighting over Remus situation. So just wanted to know your opinion bout it. Do you think Remus could have done better in PoA? He was a professor, responsible for the safety of others.
No matter how much I love Sirius but at that time he wasn't innocent in others mind, so hiding a big detail that could have affected the whole situation, hell, had Sirius really had been behind harry, he would have been dead cause our little innocent Remus here thought that it was a good idea to not tell them how Sirius had all the resources at his disposal. How easy it was for him to sneak into Hogwarts and harm harry and others.
It really was dangerous and well indirectly he did prove Snape right no? What do you think could have happened had Remus had guts to tell Dumbledore about Sirius being an animagus?
On the other side, oh man! I can imagine Sirius being all furious and depressed at the same time. He'd need to go for another plan, he'd think that now he won't be able to even see Harry easily and many more difficulties. Ugh
Imagine the angst after after innocence thing, Sirius letting go any single drop of love he might have had for Remus and treating him like a any other person. No different. Remus hating himself more and more and Sirius just. Not. Giving a. Single. eff. About the whole damn thing. I cant-
Please tell me what you think bout the whole situation.
yoooooo
i love this lol people asking me for my remus opinions never gets old bc i have endless salt to provide. i will never not be annoyed by that cretin.
okay so. PoA. i don’t often focus on that part of his whole arc (which is, funnily enough, one of the only concessions to remus’ ‘flaws’ that i’ve seen the remus fans give lol) but it’s honestly so??? like it’s literally one of the best examples we have of how self preservation is literally built into his core. iirc he doesn’t do it bc he’s afraid of how dumbledore would perceive him? doesn’t want him to know how they (he) broke his trust? and he’s willing to damn an entire school of students PLUS his best friends son to an alleged mass murderer for it. he will have that on his conscience rather than self introspection a bit and get thru the hard part.
i’ve seen people call him brave for a variety of reasons which all begin and end w his lycanthropy but i’m gonna be honest, he’s one of the most cowardly characters in the series in my opinion. every single time he has to make an active decision that might compromise his sense of self/perception or even just his peace of mind, he backs off. retreats. runs the fuck away. attacks outward. doesn’t take responsibility.
i think snape was both right, in that remus was helping sirius but wrong, because it wasn’t out of any friendship or responsibility. it was just a way to save face for himself. also probably him not wanting to confront any difficult feelings or memories.
wrt if he had told dumbledore? man idek. i literally can’t imagine it and surprisingly, haven’t read any fics exploring that option either 🤔 sus, that. also very telling lol maybe tightened security? disappointed dumbles? i cant see any major changes tho bc even sirius as a grim was pretty well hidden except maybe anti animagus wards if those r a thing?
also yes!!! i think sirius should be allowed to be angry and disappointed more often. he should be spitting mad about the fact that not only did remus not care a lick about harry, he also gave up so easily on sirius. i think he should be allowed that space.
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giacomettislament · 2 years
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Hello! I have no idea if I’m allowed to send in another request because you already answered one, so feel free to delete this if you want to.
If you are willing, I was wondering if you could write about Cater, Rook, and Leona/Lilia (either is fine) where you catch/spy on them *cough cough* fantasizing about their s/o? Thank you so much!
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“like now, keep your attention on me.”
cater. leona. rook.
content warning(s): explicit content, voyeurism, dubcon
—You can barely believe your eyes. Sure, you’ve heard of the stories of how absolutely nasty teenage boys can get when their hormones run wild, but the last thing you would have expected was for someone like Cater to be this shameless about himself. You feel like a degenerate creep, hovering mere inches in front of the door that he failed to shut and unable to deny the absolutely raunchy noises echoing around his room.
You weren’t trying to peep on him—but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away either.
“Hnnghg…! More, more- Harder-,” he whines needily. His pants are pooled around his ankles, and his beautiful green eyes glisten with tears as he frantically pumps at his swollen cock. His dick is huge, engorged on his arousal, and he fists himself violently as if he’s an animal in heat. 
It seems bad, you think to yourself. You’ve slept with Cater before on multiple occasions, but you’ve never seen him this desperate. If it’s to the point that he hasn’t even properly checked as to whether or not he’s closed his door properly, you can only fathom what kind of thoughts he must be having.
You watch with wide eyes as he touches himself, thrusting into his hand as if tomorrow doesn’t exist but slowing down every so often. Your stomach twists with lust at how pathetic Cater looks. Is he edging himself? He must be; his dick twitches with how close he is, but he always stops himself right before he does.
“(Y/n)... Fuck, fuck, I want (Y/n)...!” He cries out, rubbing his dick into his fist with renewed vigor. “It doesn’t feel good touching myself anymore! Only feels good when (Y/n)’s here…”
What do you do? You’re frozen there, as if entranced by a spell, but your rationale tells you to run, run and pretend you never saw any of this. But would you be a bad lover and bad friend if you were to lie to him and act innocent? Would Cater want you to be honest with him and help him out? He bites his lip and holds back his muffled sobs, and you swallow, your own body swirling with a mix of delicious guilt and heat building up dangerously in between your legs.
The choice is simply yours.
—Accidents are not a thing when it comes to Leona. He may be lazy, but he isn’t stupid. If something happens, it’s only because Leona wanted for it to happen. That’s what you tell yourself when you find yourself sneaking around the Savanaclaw dorm at night, unable to sleep. Peace is only an option for the strong and merciless in an institution for villains, and you aren’t sure if you’ve fully grasped that mercy yet.
“Shit… Fuck, herbivore, you’re so tight-”
Your footsteps pause right in front of Leona’s room. You knew he was a scummy man through and through at times, but the last thing you expected was for him to be fucking someone when anyone could hear. Curious, you tiptoe closer to the door, keeping your ears perked for what the sleazy dorm leader could be up to and to keep watch for any passerby.
Leona moans your name, and your blood runs cold. 
Is he- Is he masturbating to the thought of you?
“Gonna fuck ya good-,” he pants on the other side, “Gonna fuck you so good that you can’t walk for days. Fuck- Always running around all happy and innocent… You have no idea what you do to me… Shit, bet you’d look so good taking my dick in that wet hole of yours, stuffed and moaning for me…”
Your mind goes blank, and his words make your gut wrench with need. Surely, he’s noticed you in front of his door by now. His ears and nose are sensitive, and nothing goes unnoticed under his radar, especially your presence. You stifle your mouth with your hand, the horrifying revelation that Leona will most definitely catch you spying settling in on your helpless form. 
But would it be so bad? If he wants you this badly, if your body reacts this strongly to him, then maybe you have a chance of reciprocating…
As if on cue, a dry chuckle echoes from inside his spacious room.
“Don’t be rude and spy on me, herbivore. If you’re that intent on hanging around, you might as well come in and treat yourself to the real deal. If you aren’t a coward, that is.” Leona announces. Your blood runs cold again, but this time, you don’t tense up like a deer caught in headlights. 
You know what you need to do, and mustering up your brave face, you reach for his doorknob.
—Is spying on Rook even possible? You decide not, feigning to sleep while your boyfriend rustles around as if hell was freezing over. He knows you too well, knows your body when it's asleep and when it's not, and if that was the case, Rook is allowing you to see him in such a debauched state. He has the nerve to rub one out right next to you when you’re supposed to be asleep, but then again, he’s just the kind of guy to get off to being caught jerking off right next to your sleeping form.
Something hot and hard presses against your legs, and Rook buries his face in the crook of your neck. He thrusts haphazardly against the inside of your thighs, and your breathing shallows at the feeling of his pre-cum smearing across your skin. He inhales your scent deeply, and the laugh he makes sends shivers down your spine.
“Oh, mon ange…,” he trails off, drinking in your presence as if it were the finest wine, “You’re absolutely delectable… You tempt me with that silhouette of yours, entranced in dream, waiting for me to taint you with my sinner’s hands. Can you feel my lust for you grow? Oh, oh, the things I’d love to do to you…!”
Your sex clenches painfully around nothing, and a hot flash wrecks your body. Rook keeps thrust his dick in and out between your thighs shamelessly, moaning all sorts of rancid and lewd things into your ear. He’s clearly enjoying himself, knowing perfectly well that you’re awake and aware of all the dirty fantasies he’s had about fucking you until all you could think about was his dick carving its place inside of your taut walls.
You hate how badly you want this creep of a man.
His hands snake around your waist, pulling you close until you can barely breathe. You’re trapped—you’ve always been trapped when it comes to him, the eternal huntsman. He languidly kisses your jawline, whispering the obsession he calls love into your skin.
“You’ll be mine forever, mon amour… Let me sink deeply into your body,” he sighs, euphoric. “Let me become your sin.”
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zelphin124 · 4 months
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SeasonTale - Chapter 4
Let’s note that Autumn changes his name later in his story, but he is called Fall for his past. This change will be significant, and he wishes to be called Autumn. Calling him Fall is practically an insult.
(Then again, he takes a lot of things as an insult-)
Masterpost
Onto the story!
~o0o~
Everything was always dying. 
Mainly the trees, which Fall found interesting. They would only grow warm-colored leaves only to have them fall and die. No matter how often he raked, more leaves would always be on the ground. 
It was good for the soil, apparently. 
Fall was surrounded by trees glimmering red, orange, and yellow. He loved those colors. It gave him a sense of belonging. 
Unless the red was a darker shade of blood. 
Fall rested the rake against the tree, wiping his brow. His gaze wandered to the town. He could smell Fall!Grillby cooking the morning pies. Despite the rumors of war, everyone seemed to be at peace. 
At least, as much peace as they could be in. 
The Fall Kingdom was not full of friendly people. Everyone fought to survive. Everyone had to be tough; kill or be killed. Those who were nice were often slaughtered first. There weren’t enough supplies for anyone anyway, and peace was not an option. 
The sun hid amongst the distant mountains as its rays shot through the colorful trees. The smell of pumpkin, cinnamon, and apples flooded the air. There was a tint of smoke from the factories in a faraway land; Fall was never told what that land was called. 
Not like he cared, anyway. 
“How’s the raking going?” 
Fall turned around to see his dad. Fall!Gaster glanced at the ground and frowned. He adjusted his oversized hood and mask on his colorful jacket. He had a cocky smile and scars to scare people away. 
Fall copied his frown, realizing it looked like he got nothing done. “I-I can explain–” 
“Those darn leaves, eh?” Fall!Gaster chuckled. “Looks like they got the better of you.” 
“What? No, I made all those piles over there!” Fall pointed at the three piles more giant than him next to a circle of trees. “That took me all morning!” 
“Yet, it’s not enough,” Fall!Gaster bent his torso to meet Fall’s eyes. “You’re not going to let a tree be better at its job than you, are you?” 
“No–” 
“Didn’t think so.” 
Fall sighed, grunting at the leaves already adding to his piles. “Can you help me?” He asked. “It would get done faster…” 
“Me? Help you? Kid, raking leaves is your job. I provide a roof over your head, and I make sure you don’t die. That’s my job.” 
“But–” 
“If you care about me, you’ll continue to rake until you’re done. A good son wouldn’t ask his father to help him.” 
Fall clenched his jacket, trying not to show regret. “Yes, Dad, I’m sorry.” 
“I’ll maybe accept your apology,” Fall!Gaster altered his wrists, staring at the sun. “Well… I’m going to need you for another assignment tonight. Hurry up, you’re gonna borrow something from an old friend of mine.” 
Fall knew his dad never meant ‘borrow’ when he told him to grab something. He often associated the task with stealing but Fall!Gaster always denied that. It was simply people repaying him what he deserved, as he put it. Fall didn’t question the orders; he wanted to please his dad and not be a disappointment. 
He picked up the rake and started working again. When his dad wasn’t looking, he used magic to burn the leaves, making them disappear quickly. I wonder which house I’ll go into tonight, he asked. Hopefully, it isn’t creaky like the last one. 
“Do you understand the map?” 
Fall flipped the map around a few times before he found the house. “Yeah. What am I grabbing again?” 
“Think, Fall, I told you this already.” 
“Uhm… A key?” 
“Yes, it’ll be a large gray key that glows blue with its gem. I need this for a future mission I must complete myself,” Fall!Gaster stretched his bones back and forth, making sure he was still flexible. 
“Mkay,” Fall got up from the chair, rolling up the map and putting it in his pocket. “Do I get to use the knives this time?” 
“Yes, actually,” his father replied. He pulled back the curtain where the weapons were stored. Fall immediately spotted the knives that were made for him. They glimmered in the darkness and begged to be used again. 
Fall!Gaster picked up the knives and handed them to Fall. “The blades are sharp. Feel free to use them on anyone who gets in their way.” 
“Wouldn’t that… hurt them?” Fall asked, putting the knives in their holders around his belt. 
“That’s the point,” he confirmed. “I’m showing mercy to them by sending you. Honestly, they don’t deserve to live anymore.” 
Although he was used to his father saying such vile things, he never knew the reason why he hated the ones he stole from. “What did they do?” Fall asked. Maybe his dad was right in hating those who wronged him. 
“You’re too young to understand,” he shrugged. “Now go, I need that key as soon as possible.” 
Fall wandered in the dark alleyways of the Fall Kingdom. Most monsters would think the eerie environment would freak them out, but it brought Fall peace, as he was used to it. Anything calmer than the hostile vibes would scare him. 
He rolled across the street and snuck to the edge of the town, making sure the knives didn’t fall out of his pockets. The map wasn’t super clear on which house he was supposed to break into. Big cabin with a red roof… It was the only description of the house he had. Surely, it wouldn’t be super hard to spot—
Bingo. The large mansion with the red roof was a few hundred feet away from him. There was only one light on: the lamp out front. Smoke exited the chimney peacefully. The walls were made of round logs and cut-in windows. It truly was a beautiful house. 
Fall spotted one of the windows on the side was cracked open. Everything he was taught started to come into play. He didn’t have time to study language or math; his school was one of stealth, defense, and stealing. Fall!Gaster made it clear it would be dire to have these skills, and it was the right thing to do. 
Thankfully, the window wasn’t creaky. Fall rolled into the house with ease and started searching the drawers. 
However, the peaceful aura of the house filled Fall with fear. He felt no sense of danger or any threat nearby. The house was so quiet that one could hear a water droplet fall to the floor. The darkness wasn’t scary at all. The house was filled with an apple smell, and many family photos were across the walls. 
Fall tried to ignore everything around him as he moved swiftly through the house, opening drawer by drawer. He found nothing within the living area and the kitchen. However, when he entered the first bedroom, it stopped him dead in his tracks. 
A large picture hung on the farthest wall of a goat family. There was a mother, a father, and a young kid. They weren’t from the Fall Kingdom. In fact, they didn't seem to fit into any kingdom when Fall thought of all the seasons. They were bright like the stars and looked very powerful. 
But their smiles seemed so genuine in the photo. They seemed so happy; an emotion Fall had never felt. Fall figured they weren’t so happy now, with how the world spiraled downward. He thought he heard about a goat kid being slaughtered and the former King and Queen grieving their loss. Maybe this was the prince, Fall tilted his head. The prince who had died. Whose death had caused chaos in the world. 
The lights turned on. 
Fall spun around, grabbing his knives and facing the monster before him. His breath quickened, and his hands started to shake. No, they found me! No, no, no, no–
“Told you,” one of the goats said, smiling softly. 
Fall lowered his daggers. One of the goats he knew, Fall!Asgore. His red leafy cape hung from his sides as he adjusted his shirt. His horns were long and curly. He bowed his head respectfully before looking at the goat beside him. 
The second goat was the one Fall saw in the picture. His outfit was white and shined like the stars. He was tall and proud, and his body language showed his power. However, Fall found no fury in his eyes. He could only see kindness and patience, which the little Sans didn’t understand. 
“Thank you, Fall!Asgore. I promise you made the right choice,” the taller goat had a deep and soothing voice. 
Fall!Asgore cleared his throat. “How am I gonna deal with Fall!Gaster if he finds out? Surely, he will know I betrayed him. He will wonder where his son is.” 
“Let me deal with him,” the bigger goat responded. 
Fall!Asgore bowed low and exited the room. 
He started to curse in his head. My dad’s going to kill me… I failed the mission. Please don’t hurt me… Fall backed up as his soul pounded in fear. He held the knife in fear as a whimper escaped his throat. “G-Go away–” 
The white goat slowly sat on the ground, not breaking eye contact with Fall. His hands were open and gentle, gesturing for him to relax. “Fall!Sans, don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” 
Fall held the dagger higher, shaking his head. 
“I’m serious, I mean you no harm,” he tried to reassure. “My name is Solstice, Solstice!Asgore.” 
“How the hell do you know my name?” 
“You’re pretty well-known as Fall!Gaster’s pet, child. You’ve been doing his evil deeds for all five years of your life.” 
When Solstice didn’t move from his spot and continued to talk to Fall slowly, he lowered his knife and took a step closer. He looked at him, then back at the photo. It’s the same person… 
“I want to help you, Fall,” Solstice continued. “I want to help all of you. I plan to free you and the other Sanses from their bondage. But I won’t force you.” 
“There are others like me?” Fall sat down in front of Solstice, looking up at him curiously. “Like, my same species?” 
“Yes, there are monsters like you. They correlate with the other seasons. Winter, Summer, Spring, you were supposed to meet each other, but others have ulterior motives…” The goat sighed, patting his fingers on his knees repeatedly. “Thanks to your friend, I’m able to be here with you today to rescue you.” 
A loud explosion sounded outside. Fall turned his head abruptly, worried. That means I need to hurry up… 
Solstice noticed it, too. “I don’t have much time,” his voice became a whisper and rushed. “This might be my only chance to rescue you from your father.” He extended his hand, concern in his eyes as he glanced toward the window once more. 
“Are you dumb? I need to prove to my dad I'm a good son!” Fall frowned, standing up. "I... need him to be proud of me."
“He’s manipulating you. There will be nothing that you can do to earn his approval. He will use you for evil, but I’m here to end that,” Solstice stood up, his hand still extended toward the kid. “I don’t want you to endure the pain you’ll face. I promise you will feel at peace and free when you come with me. I don’t have much to go by, but not enough time…” 
Fall watched as desperation filled the old goat’s eyes. He glanced behind Solstice, where Fall!Asgore was standing. 
“Trust him, kid. I do. Your father isn’t up to anything good. He will help you,” Fall!Asgore said. 
Fall heard the final explosion outside. He could return to his father and continue to try to earn his approval by obeying everything he said, only to be met with more tasks and disappointment. Deep down, he felt like his actions were wrong, and these kind strangers confirmed that. 
The goats didn’t attack him when he came in; unlike previous times, he’s broken into other places. They were kind and patient and showed no disappointment toward him. They looked like they wanted to help, and Fall believed them. 
“Okay,” Fall took Solstice’s hand. “Does this mean I don’t have to rake leaves anymore?” 
Solstice smiled, guiding Fall out of the bedroom and toward the back door. “No, you won’t have to rake leaves anymore.” He sighed in relief, yelling something to Fall!Asgore. “Thank you again, my faithful steed. Protect your house and your family!” 
Fall!Asgore nodded, smiling softly. “Thank you for rescuing him.” 
Solstice guided Fall out the door; his touch was gentle and reassuring. “Let’s get out of here toward your new life.”
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lavoixhumaine · 11 days
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You’re gonna try and do better? Just admit you got stuck on your stupid fanfic and go away. Stop stringing people along and stop lying!
You know, you’re a curious little thing…like what is the endgame here exactly? What, I become so devastated some miserable vermin who can’t even get out of Anonymous status sent me mean messages that I leave this planet for good? And then…what?
What does that get you, exactly? Or will you go out and find yourself a new target, at peace in your soul because you’ve rid the plane of…some stranger you’ve never met or never had the courage to even show your actual tumblr account to? Like, genuinely, I’m curious. What is all this for? Because this takes effort I don’t understand anyone possessing. Seriously, you send me messages more often than my own sister.
You know you can block people on tumblr, right? Even on ao3. You can literally make me disappear from both platforms at any time and just…keep swimming. I mean, I’m not going anywhere so maybe consider your options?
Anyway, I’m just spitballing here, but you know, you do you, baby cakes.
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qiangweirosa · 25 days
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experience
" Mudano gives Jin relationship advice.
alternative title: mudano being the father who stepped up "
relationships: mudano & jin, background shiki/jin and mudano/kyoya tws: none! wc: 1042 extra: are there any tga fics on this website actually
read on ao3!
Shiki had been gone for a while. Where? Who knew. Jin certainly didn’t. And he didn’t care either. All that meant was that he finally had some peace and quiet in his tiny dorm room, and he was more than glad about that. 
Well. He had peace and quiet, until knocks sounded against the door. A few seconds passed. He was about to choose to ignore whoever was outside, when a voice called out his name. 
“Kougasaki? Are you in here?”
Mudano. Jin rolled his eyes. Great, now he couldn’t ignore whoever was outside. He sat up and walked to the door, grabbing his face mask from his bedside table and pulling it on - it was a useless gesture by now, really, everyone knew about his scars, especially Mudano, but it made him feel more comfortable. 
His teacher stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, his facial expression barely twitching as the door opened and the blond appeared in front of him. A silent tilt of the head, as Jin wondered what had brought Mudano over to his room. 
“Do you have time to speak? This isn’t related to school, or anything. I just have something to tell you.”
Jin frowned. Sure. Wasn’t worrisome at all. He shrugged and moved out of the way, inviting Mudano into the room. A second later and he was closing the door again, sitting on his bed as the teacher sat on the desk chair closest to him. 
Jin sat there in silence, waiting for Mudano to speak. It was unusual to see Mudano short for words - yet the ever so mysterious teacher was staring at the ground and seemingly in deep thought, playing with that ring on his hand. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke up. 
“I’m just gonna cut straight to the chase. You like Ichinose, don’t you? Romantically.”
Jin almost choked on air. He coughed several times to adjust himself, and could feel his face heating up - oh god, he must be turning pink. 
Mudano waited in silence for Jin to come back to a composed state of self. As the blond took a few deep breaths, he looked back at his teacher and answered. 
“Maybe. Yes. What about it?”
Jin cringed at himself. This was the first time he’d admitted it out loud, so it made sense for him to be embarrassed about it; still, that didn’t make it any less humiliating. Mudano kept the silence going for a little while. 
“What I’m about to tell you, I say from experience. Don’t give up on him while you still have a chance.”
Jin’s eyebrows furrowed. Where was this coming from?? Was Mudano, his teacher , seriously giving him love advice? About Ichinose Shiki of all people? He must have been dreaming. 
He pinched himself. No, very much awake. Somehow that didn’t comfort him in the slightest. 
His confusion must’ve been visible, for Mudano decided to go on without waiting for a verbal answer. 
“I know you might think that it’s not worth it, or that you still have time to make up your mind. But that’s unfortunately not true. I’m not… implying that either of you will die, even though that’s a very real possibility, but in general. You may not have the same dreams. You may not follow the same paths. Kougasaki, what I’m telling you is to make sure that even if Ichinose isn’t part of your life anymore, you won’t have any regrets.”
Perhaps the dream option wasn’t so far off after all. 
Jin blinked. Twice. Thrice. He processed Mudano’s words. Realistically, he had a point - he might regret not ever confessing to Shiki. It had been a recurring plot point in all those shoujo manga Byobugaura liked to read. 
Still, Jin wasn’t really a romantic guy. Nor was he really a fan of anything related to emotions, really - which is why Shiki got on his nerves so often. He kept causing Jin to have so many feelings all the time and it made him sick. 
At some point, he realized he was still staring at Mudano in silence. He shook his head to clear his mind, and responded. 
“Assuming I agree with that - wouldn’t that possibly cause more problems? In case Shiki doesn’t feel the same, wouldn’t cohabitation with him become awkward?”
Jin voiced what he thought to be purely logical and coherent thoughts, and yet was only met by Mudano’s deadpan stare and a raised eyebrow. 
“That kid’s head over heels for you. It’s honestly a surprise he hasn’t confessed yet, but I assume that’s just because he doesn’t even realize he’s into you.”
Jin’s eyes widened and his mouth fell slightly open, surprise etching his features. He figured Shiki would rather be the type to be visibly obvious when in love; but perhaps he simply didn’t notice, being the subject of his affections. 
He heard Mudano sigh, a sign that he was about to speak again. 
“Seriously, though. Like I said, I’m speaking from experience. I also thought I didn’t need to confess, and kept making excuses not to, until I almost lost him.”
He probably meant Oiranzaka, Jin thought. Mudano waved the back of his left hand at him, the shiny wedding band catching the light of the room. 
“It felt awful. I regretted not keeping him closer for years. And I see my younger self in you, at least in this case. Don’t make the mistakes I did.”
At some point, the chair Mudano was sitting in had moved close enough for the teacher to only be at an arm’s reach from Jin. The student felt a hand on his head - a gentle caress, tender and caring, accompanied with a rare smile from his teacher. Jin almost teared up. This felt closer to paternal love than he had ever received from his actual father. 
“Got it?”
Jin nodded. 
“I’ve got it. I’ll think about it.”
Mudano hummed in approval, standing back up - and Jin would almost complain at the loss of the affectionate touch. Still, he tried not to think about it too much. 
Mudano soon left the room, and left Jin to stare at the bottom of the top bunk in deep thought. 
He’d consider confessing to Shiki. 
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zipzin · 9 months
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The Law of Entropy Ch 2 - Wynonna "Complicates Everything" Earp (Also on Ao3)
Wynonna (12:46am): i messed up
Wynonna (12:46am): wait
Wynonna (12:46am): maybe not
Wynonna (12:46am): not sure yet
Wynonna (12:47am): waves is gonna kill me tho
Wynonna (12:47am): rip it was nice knowing you
Wynonna (12:47am): of course she hasnt admitted that what youre doing is fake so….
Wynonna (12:48am): lol at me
Rosita (2:12am): i just got off my shift
Rosita (2:12am): and im assuming that youre asleep
Rosita (2:12am): so tell me in the morning
Rosita (2:12am): since you just left me hanging
Rosita (2:13am): bitch move earp
Wynonna (2:15am): i think i need to tell you in person
Wynonna (2:15am): ill come to your place in the morning?
Wynonna (2:15am): and bring coffee instead of punching you in the face :)
Rosita (2:15am): ok
A knock echoed on her door and Rosita eased herself up. Was she expecting someone? Oh right, the text chain with Wynonna came flooding back. Well, at least she was awake this time.
And fully dressed.
“Hello,” Rosita said as she opened the door.
“Hi.” Wynonna pushed by her to get into the apartment. She held up a tray of coffee and a box of donuts, “I bring a peace offering.”
“You actually brought coffee and donuts?” Rosita followed her into the living room and examined the box. “I should let you punch me more often.”
“It’s, well, it’s not just for that.”
Rosita sighed, “What did you do?”
Wynonna ignored her as she looked around the apartment, “Well, this certainly changed in 24 hours.”
“Well, some of us have to study for school.”
“Oh right, you’re a grad student.” Wynonna said and put the box down on a small space that Rosita cleared of papers. “Just like Waverly.”
“Yep.” Rosita said and took the coffee that Wynonna hadn’t and added a couple sugars. “So?”
“I didn’t mean to, okay?” Wynonna said. “I just didn’t really have any other options.”
“Wynonna.” Rosita’s stomach was feeling worse by the second.
“Okay, okay, so last night, Nicole and I got sloshed. As you saw. Though she was definitely more sloshed than me, for the record.”
“I was there, I’m aware of how drunk you were when you left.”
“And so, I say something like, how you’re just fake dating.”
“Wynonna-”
“But I saved it.” Wynonna grimaced. “Sorta.”
“How could you save it?”
“I convinced her that I said that ‘we should fake date.’”
“What?”
“And she agreed.”
Rosita blinked several times. “She, what?”
Wynonna took a large sip of coffee. “She agreed to fake date me.”
“Why?”
“Um, well I told her, maybe then Waverly would see what she was missing out on.”
“Waverly is going to freak out,” Rosita rubbed her temples. Maybe it was still too early for this. “Why can’t they just ask each other out like normal people?”
“Yes.” Wynonna said, “But considering she’s never actually admitted to me that she likes Nicole, she can’t completely blame me.”
“She’s not going to blame you, she’s going to insist that this means Nicole doesn’t like her. God it was bad enough last night with Nicole ‘complimenting’ me.”
Wynonna grimaced, “Yeah, I’d hoped that Nicole would forget about it all in the morning, but,” Wynonna took out her phone, ensuring that the screen was on.
Haughtstuff (10:03am): So, I’ve thought a lot about your proposition last night, and you made some good points, so I think that we should do it. You’re the best, thanks for doing this for me.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes.” Wynonna buried her face in her hands.
“She even used perfect grammar.”
“That’s code for, she’s still a little drunk and is trying too hard to make it seem like she’s fine.” 
Rosita sighed. “Waverly is extremely insecure because Nicole called me hot last night.”
“Well she isn’t blind even if she’s hung up on my sister and blind about that.” Wynonna smirked.
“Wynonna.” Rosita said, “How are you going to convince Waverly? You guys aren’t believable in the slightest.”
Wynonna just stared at her.
“Right,” Rosita sighed, “She’s hopeless.”
“Yeah,” Wynonna said and took a large bite from her donut.
“Ugh,” Rosita sighed and rubbed her head. “Luckily, I convinced Waverly to date me until the end of the month.”
“So that’s our deadline.”
“Yes.”
“We have to make it terrible for them.” Wynonna said.
“No, we just need to make sure they know that they want each other.” Rosita said. “Somehow with both of them in relationships for the first time in, what two years?” Wynonna nodded.
“You know, this is probably why the closet thing didn’t work out.” Wynonna commented.
“What?” Rosita couldn’t understand how that had to do with anything.
“If you had been there, I’m sure that it would have.”
“Thanks.” Rosita said as a smile crossed her lips for the first time since Wynonna showed her the texts.
“Besides,” Wynonna flopped down on Rosita’s couch and stuffed another donut into her mouth. “This is all your fault.”
“My fault!” Rosita exclaimed. “Fake dating was Waverly’s idea.”
“Yes, and you agreed.” Wynonna shrugged. “If you hadn’t.” Wynonna shrugged, looking far too delighted at the outrage on Rosita’s face. “I know that Nicole and I never would have gotten into this situation.”
Rosita threw one of the sugar packets at Wynonna. “Oh yes, this is totally my fault.” She rolled her eyes, “If I wasn’t here Waverly and Nicole would already be making out.”
“We can never know.” Wynonna said sagely.
“I hate you.” Rosita grumbled.
Wynonna just grinned at her.
“I’m not giving up,” Rosita said, “So now we,” She emphasized the last word, “need to figure out how to convince Waverly that Nicole likes her even though she’s dating her sister.”
Wynonna just chewed on a donut. “I don’t know, but this way, we can play them both right? Like do a double date and ditch them.”
It was the only good idea that Wynonna had shared. Rosita found herself sighing. And not just because the coffee was really good. “Goddamnit Wynonna. You’re actually doing this.”
“I mean I already told Nicole yes.”
Rosita pointed at the coffee, “You owe me coffee for the rest of the week to make up for this.”
“Of course, Boobs McStuffins. It would be my pleasure.” 
“Good.” Rosita said, “It can be delivered here at 10am unless otherwise specified. Now, get out, I need to study.”
Wynonna nodded and snagged one more donut.
“And I have to say,” Wynonna said once she stepped outside, “You do look extremely nice, even if I was wishing that you had forgotten to wear pants again.”
“Goodbye.” Rosita said forcefully. 
She shut the door with a smile on her face.
Rosita jumped and Jeremy knocked off his binder as the table reverberated with a thud. She glared at Waverly who sighed over the large stack of books she��d just dropped. Every single time. They weren’t in the, make a sound and the librarian will haunt you for the rest of your life section, but they were in the, why do you need to throw twenty pounds of books onto the table without a care section.
Rosita went back to the calculations that were giving her a headache and ignored Waverly as she loudly flipped through the top book. These were hard enough without her sighing.
“Are you alright?” Rosita cut through one of Waverly’s sighs.
“I am having the worst day.” Wavery said.
“Really?” Rosita asked. She probably should have expected this.
“What happened?” Jeremy asked without a trace of annoyance on his face. Why was she surrounded by nice people?
“I was late, because of course my car wasn’t starting, so I took the bus, which is always a mistake. I should have just let Nicole drive me, and then I wouldn’t have spilled my coffee all over the stupid bus. And then Professor Vaughn said that my paper was elementary! A paper on Ancient Sumerian!” Waverly punctated each sentence with a pound on her stack of books. “Not to mention that the creep Will followed me from class to the coffee shop and they were out of non dairy milk!” Waverly stopped. “At least you guys are still here.”
Oh no.
“And Rosita, Will wouldn’t believe me when I told him I was in a relationship, so you better go set him up straight.”
“Right.”
“Aww, you and Nic- ow!” Rosita kicked Jeremy before he could finish his sentence.
“Jeremy,” Rosita said with a patronizing smile, “Waverly and I are in a relationship.”
He laughed, but when they didn’t join him he stopped and looked between them nervously. “Wait, you’re serious? This isn’t a joke?” Long ago, Rosita had filled Jeremy in on Waverly’s non relationship with Nicole, it was one of their favorite subjects when they were procrastinating on a lab. It didn’t help that sadly it was currently the closest thing either of them had to a real relationship. Rosita glared at him and elbowed him in the side. “I mean,” he coughed, “Congratulations! Um, when did this happen?”
“Two days ago, I asked Rosita out. She said yes.” Waverly smiled. If Rosita didn’t know better she’d think that Waverly was genuinely happy with their relationship.
Rosita watched as Jeremy struggled to keep his expression anything other than just shock. “Oh? Wow, I didn’t know you liked her.” An awkward silence met his statement. “That’s cool though,” He nodded his head quickly, “I mean we are all friends so I hope if you break up, not that I’m saying you’ll break up-” Rosita elbowed him again, “Anyway, what prompted you asking her? Her looking totally hot?” Rosita mimed gagging at him
Waverly ignored them, “Have you ever felt you were in a rut?” She stared at them as they looked blankly at her.
“Oh, I thought that was rhetorical.” Jeremy chuckled nervously, “Um, yes you see on one of my projects for-”
“Please don’t continue.” Rosita sighed and Jeremy wisely closed his mouth and nodded at Waverly to continue.
“Well I’ve been in the rut for a very long time.” Two long years, echoed in Rosita’s head, “And I needed to do something about it.”
“And that was to date Rosita?” Jeremy asked. Now he just looked genuinely confused.
“Yes.” Waverly exclaimed like he was the only one who got Final Jeopardy right.
“Basically,” Rosita cut in before Jeremy could ask her something else and force Waverly to continue to pretend she wasn’t in love with someone else, “We think the other one is attractive and we thought why not try it out.”
“You guys certainly live on the wild side.”
Waverly and Rosita shared a look. 
“What?” Rosita could only say.
“Oh, um, I mean,” He didn’t seem to realize that he had said his previous comment out loud, “Just that you’re coworkers, and you know we’re all friends, so if you break up, well sorry Rosita, but I’m staying friends with Waverly.”
“Jeremy!” Rosita and Waverly said at once.
“What?” He tried to sink into his chair. “She’s nicer.”
“We actually have some classes together, asshole.” Maybe she shouldn’t tell him it is all fake now.
“Oh, that’s a good point.” Jeremy sighed. “Dang, I’m going to have to reevaluate, don’t break up until I’ve figured it all out.”
“Glad you have so much faith and care so deeply.” Rosita scoffed.
“I have faith, I just, I.” Jeremy gave up, “I’m going to work on my homework now.”
“Good idea.” Rosita said.
Waverly caught Rosita’s eye and they barely managed to keep from cracking up as Jeremy hunched over his textbook, a faint sheen of sweat visible on his brow.
Finals were in three weeks, so they turned back to their own work into silence. Rosita wished she could understand her professor’s logic in assigning a ridiculous amount of work right now. It wasn’t the first time that she was glad that she had elected to get a job at Shorty’s instead of being a TA. One of her lab partners was swimming in not only her own work, but all the work that she had to grade. Bartending might mean late hours dealing with annoying customers, but at least the annoying customers didn’t give her homework she had to review after she was off the clock.
Waverly’s phone beeped, interrupting the silence and almost making Jeremy knock his binder off again, and Waverly scowled. She was hardly one to forget to silence her phone. “Oh it’s Wynonna. Aww, she wants to have dinner with me.” 
“You shouldn’t go.” Rosita blurted out before she could stop herself.
“What?” Waverly said, “Why not?”
Rosita had never hated anyone as much as she did Wynonna at that moment. How to explain to your friend that their bad day is going to get a lot worse because the love of their life is fake dating your sister but you’ve been sworn to secrecy and can’t say that? “Don’t you have a lot of studying to do? I know you’ll be doing a make-up essay for Professor Vaughn.”
“He doesn’t deserve any extra work.” Waverly bit out. “The old bastard. No, a nice dinner with Wynonna is exactly what I need. I guess I’ll go check these out if I want to get back on the right bus.”
“I could-” Rosita didn’t get a chance to finish the sentence before Waverly had whirled out of the library. Not that she’d take Rosita up on the ride, Rosita still had another class and Waverly would miss dinner if she waited. Which would probably be a good thing.
“Okay,” Jeremy said, “I thought you said Waverly was in love with her hot roommate.”
“She is. And her roommate’s name is Haught.”
“Okay, first of all, there’s barely a difference! And that’s besides the point! You’re dating Waverly?”
“Yes.” Rosita sighed.
“What the hell are you doing to yourself?” Jeremy reached out as if to give her a light shove, but one look from Rosita had him awkwardly put his hand down.
Rosita laid her head on the table. There was no way that Jeremy would believe her, even if it would be more fun to make him sweat and defend her honor. Not when she had detailed exactly how much of a disaster Waverly was when Nicole came into Shorty’s. “We aren’t actually dating.”
“What!?” Jeremy yelled so loud that Rosita had to clamp her hand over his mouth. They waited, frozen, for several long seconds until they were sure no one was coming to yell at them.
Rosita looked at him, “You better not say anything to Waverly, okay? I know where you live.” He nodded. “We were talking about Nicole at work and she was being stupid, and I told her that Nicole gets jealous. The next thing I knew she was demanding I prove it.” Rosita sighed.
“Prove it?”
Rosita buried her face in her book. God it was worse saying it aloud without a threat to her face. “By fake dating.”
Jeremy just blinked at her. “That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Why would that ever work?”
 “I don’t actually have much faith that it will. Especially now that Wynonna’s screwed it up even more.”
“Wynonna?”
“Waverly’s sister. Nicole and her got drunk last night and agreed to fake date too.”
“What? So, they know you’re fake dating?”
“Wynonna does because, well she had some similar thoughts as you did. Though a little more violent.” Rosita gestured to her eye that had faded enough so her makeup skills could mostly cover it up. Her professors hadn’t noticed, even if they probably thought it weird she suddenly sat in the back.
Jeremy frowned, “But why would she fake date Nicole?”
“She almost spilled the beans to Nicole,” Rosita sighed, “The only hope is that I got Waverly to agree to do this for a month so she can’t back out once she finds out.”
“She doesn’t know?”
“Not yet.” Rosita sighed. “Her day is about to go from bad to worse.”
“Why didn’t Waverly just tell me?”
Rosita just stared at him. “I didn’t want to tell you and I’m not the one with the undying crush.”
“Okay, fair.” He sat back, “Wow.”
“Yeah.”
Jeremy said. “This is-”
“Absurd.” Rosita guessed.
“Yes. But it’s also-”
“Batshit insane.”
He paused, “You said it. I’m not going to argue. But you need to tell me everything. This is the most exciting thing since that business student accidentally paid for my coffee.” Jeremy sighed.
“Oh please, you know that I’m going to have to vent to someone. And Wynonna is clearly not an option.” Who knows what else she might do? Or say?
Wynonna (10:55pm): so your about to get a shitstorm
Wynonna (10:55pm): just so you know
Rosita (10:55pm): you couldn’t even use the right you’re
Wynonna (10:55pm): no
Rosita (10:55pm): i’m not even home yet, you have to hold her off until then
Wynonna (10:56pm): as you wish mlady
Rosita (10:56pm): you're such a dork
Wynonna (10:56pm): take that back
Rosita (10:56pm): no
She dropped her bag to the ground, not caring that her neighbor might complain about the noise and barely made it to the couch as she collapsed onto her stomach. It would be too much work to get to her bed. Was this really worth it? Studying for what? Working in some pharmaceutical company that would charge ridiculous prices for life saving medicine because they could? Because where else would she be able to find work that would actually pay her enough money to not drown in debt?
Rosita dug her phone out of her pocket and stared wearily at the time. She should go to bed, because she was opening Shorty’s tomorrow and couldn’t sleep till noon. Waverly’s name popped up and Rosita opened the facetime call immediately.
“What’s up?” Rosita’s words died in her mouth as she took in Waverly’s face. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were red and puffy with mascara smeared down her cheeks.
“They’re dating!” Waverly got out and then let out a little sob. Rosita sighed. Well, now Waverly’s day couldn’t get any worse.
“Who?” Rosita asked, simply for the sake that she didn’t want to receive Waverly’s wrath.
Waverly just sobbed out garbled names. It was utterly incomprehensible even though Rosita knew the answer. 
“I didn’t get that.” Rosita said, doing her best to look confused.
Waverly took a hiccupping breath, “Wynonna and Nicole.”
Hearing Waverly say it made it sound even stupider. She couldn’t help herself, Rosita laughed. A loud guffaw that was definitely going to get her neighbor to call the landlord. Waverly was shocked out of her sadness, staring at Rosita like she had lost her mind. 
“That can’t be true.” Rosita said between laughs.
“It is!” Waverly said.  “Wynonna just told me! That’s why we had dinner!” She let out another sob. “Nicole doesn’t like me, ok? Why would she go out with my sister?”
Rosita finally figured out how to stop laughing and cursed Wynonna for the umpteenth time. “Hey, hey, maybe it’s just because you're off the market? Nicole likes you so now she gets the next best thing?”
“That’s horrible! Nicole would never do that to Wynonna.” Which, fair. Even when she said it she hated it. “Rosita, there’s no point, let’s break it off.”
“I didn’t even know Wynonna liked girls.” Rosita tried. Not that she really believed that. Wynonna had complimented her chest a little too many times for it to be just platonic admiration.
Waverly stared at her. “Are you serious?”
“Well, I suspected, but,” Rosita shrugged.
“ Rosita, stop distracting me.  I’m done. We’re done. Okay? We tried and it clearly didn’t work!”
“Waverly.” Rosita threatened.
“Come on, you can’t possibly think-”
“You promised me a month.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I’ll let you pick the next month's shifts too.”
Rosita fisted her hands so that her fingernails dug into her palms. “No.”
“Two months.”
“It cannot possibly be worth two months.”
“Three.”
“Waverly.” Rosita warned, sure that she was drawing blood.
“I will go to four.”
Rosita stomped her foot, a part of her pleading to take it. If they broke up, obviously Nicole and Wynonna would, and then the two could resolve the whole issue. After all, they’d have to talk about why they both had the shortest relationship possible.
But no, Rosita sighed, there was no way that they were going to go back to anything more than frigid roommates who probably bit their towels when they masturbated about the other. Though, they were probably both unwilling to masturbate thinking about the other because that wouldn’t be honorable or some shit. No wonder Waverly was so wound up, there was no way she was sexually satisfied. And even getting the best shifts for four months was not worth the pining that would make every shift unbearable long after the four months were up.
“I won’t do it.”
“Are you serious?”
“You better thank me at your wedding.”
“Ros-”
Rosita hung up and fell onto her couch.
Rosita (11:41pm): you owe me
Rosita (11:41pm): big
Wynonna (11:41pm): i kno
Rosita (11:42pm): i could have gotten four months
Rosita (11:42pm): FOUR
Wynonna (11:42pm): ill make it up to you
Rosita (11:42pm): coffee
Rosita (11:42pm): for a year
Wynonna (11:42pm): didnt kno we were that serious
Wynonna (11:43pm): but ya we can move in together
Rosita (11:43pm): 🙄
“You’re being ridiculous.” Waverly said as she entered Shorty’s.
“Hello to you too.” Rosita answered and glanced at Jimmy who gave a small smile. She got a good look at Waverly and did her best to ignore that Waverly’s eyes were puffy and red, her hair messy and not in her usual wavy curls. 
Rosita was glad that the first time she saw Waverly was at Shorty’s. It felt mean, Waverly was her good friend, maybe even her best friend, but Waverly couldn’t exactly break down while they were working. Well she could, but Waverly hated being messy in public, especially when she was in Purgatory.
“Please, Rosita, you can pick for four months!”
“Look, I’m not going to end this,” Rosita hissed away from any of the patrons. “Because one, I’m not being broken up with after a day, and two, I’m not having both Wynonna and Nicole hunt me down for hurting your feelings or some other garbage.”
“They would never-” Waverly cut herself off. “Okay, Wynonna might, but Nicole wouldn’t.”
Rosita shrugged and congratulated herself that the excuse, which had taken way too long to think of, worked. “Just come on, we haven’t even had a fake date yet.”
“A fake date?” Waverly said.
Rosita tossed the rag she was cleaning the bar with aside and rolled her eyes, “Are you really telling me that you haven’t considered that we need to convince Nicole that we are actually dating? That you need to rub it into her face, so you can see if she actually gets jealous?”
“I don’t want to rub it in her face!” Waverly looked like she was going to cry again.
“You think she won’t with your sister?” Rosita had to cough down a laugh at the mental picture. How Wynonna convinced Waverly was beyond her. “Now I don’t know either of them extremely well, but Wynonna has never been subtle.”
“So, obviously Nicole won’t be jealous, she’s in a relationship.” Waverly said. “You understand this right? That this is all for naught? A complete waste?”
“Maybe she’s not in a relationship with the Earp she wants.” Rosita shrugged. “Now come on, those two just walked in and you better go help them.” Waverly huffed and marched over without a backwards glance.
Jimmy waved her over and as Rosita gave him another beer as he asked, “What’s wrong with her?”
“Waverly?” He nodded. Rosita sighed, “It’s well, Nicole and Wynonna are dating.”
Jimmy almost knocked over his new beer in shock and Rosita shot him a commiserating smile. He waved her away, staring at Waverly with a mix of pity and depression. Of course, Jimmy always looked a little depressed.
The shift was mostly fine, Waverly mostly just ignored Rosita and she thought that she had lucked out through the worst of it. At least until Rosita found Waverly crying in the basement when she was supposed to be fetching more vodka.
“I’m fine, really.” Waverly said as she stood and wiped her eyes.
“Waverly.”
“Really.” Waverly hefted the box of vodka and scurried up the stairs before Rosita could say anything else.
Short of dragging Waverly back down the stairs herself, there wasn’t much Rosita felt she could do on the job. And leaving the patrons without a bartender for that long seemed like a recipe for disaster.
“Hey.” Rosita grit out to Wynonna once she came back up with the box of whiskey. “You’re here.”
“Yep!” Wynonna grinned and then said loudly as she slapped Nicole’s back, “I’m here with my smoking Haught girlfriend.” Waverly had ducked behind the counter, and seemed determined to stay out of their sight.
“Wynonna,” Nicole sighed, “You don’t need to announce it to the whole bar.”
It was too late. The din of the customers had died and they were staring at Nicole and Wynonna with varying looks of disgust, confusion, and shock.
“Oi!” Wynonna yelled at them, “Stop staring, or should I remind you I’m a crazy bitch!” Her hand went to her hip as if to reach for a gun.
Everyone turned back quickly. 
“You certainly have a way with people.” Rosita said.
“Ain’t that right sugar tits.” Wynonna said.
“You can’t say that.” Nicole said. “Wynonna.”
“Right, right, no flirting with other women.”
Waverly let out a squeak and Wynonna tried to peer over the bar, “Do you have rats here?”
“No!” Rosita said as Waverly darted away, keeping her head ducked under the counter, “The rubber mats squeak sometimes.”
Wynonna eyebrows quirked up. She then looked at where Waverly was standing up and back at Rosita. Rosita rolled her eyes, what did she want her to say?
“Hey Waverly.” Nicole called across the bar.
“Hi.” Waverly answered shortly, “Rosita can help you.” She turned away and missed the despair on Nicole’s face.
“So what can I get you?”
“Whiskey!”
“A beer.”
Wynonna turned around at Nicole, “No girl of mind can settle for just a beer.”
“I-We have work tomorrow.” Nicole protested.
“And we’re dating.”
Nicole opened her mouth and then sighed at Rosita, “Fine, whiskey.” She completely deflated as she stared at Waverly’s turned back.
Rosita went to make their drinks and stared at the two of them. How long would it take before Nicole realized that Wynonna was going to mess with her as much as possible?
Probably the whole month. 
Rosita handed them their drinks and then moved away as quickly as possible before Wynonna could do something else. Jimmy waved her over for another glass and as she handed it to him, he nodded towards the two, now seemingly bickering over napkins?
“They’re quite the pair.”
“Yeah.” Rosita said.
“I’m certain that they love each other very much.”
“Of course.” Rosita agreed easily. They weren’t in love with each other, but Rosita knew that they loved each other, even if they’d both rather die than admit it.
“Not sure they’re a couple.”
“Jimmy!”
He shrugged, his eyes sparkling. “If this is their idea of a date.”
Rosita shook her head but walked away before he could question her more. And because people needed drinks. Obviously.
But a date, Rosita thought as she doctored up some more drinks, Jimmy was right about that. And she had promised something to Waverly.
“Waverly.” Rosita said carefully from near Wynonna and Nicole.
“Hmm?” Waverly asked. Rosita had to admire that she’d somehow covered up almost all of the evidence that she’d been crying.
“Are you still down for our date tomorrow?” Rosita asked. 
Two things happened at once. Nicole sputtered and coughed on her drink behind Rosita and Waverly dropped the rag she was holding. Rosita was very happy it was only a rag. Waverly’s eyes widened and her voice squeaked, “A date?”
“Yes.” Rosita shot her a forceful look, “Since we aren’t working or studying tomorrow I thought we could do something fun tomorrow. Together.”
Waverly’s eyes narrowed fractionally, but she nodded. “Yeah, I told you I’d be down.”
It was wholly unconvincing, but Rosita would take what she could. “Excellent.” Rosita nodded. “I’ll pick you up at 7.”
Waverly nodded and turned around and Rosita chanced a look at Nicole. She was staring at her empty whiskey glass like Rosita had just shot her dog. Or cat. Rosita was pretty sure she had a cat.
Wynonna, on the other hand, was looking like the cat had caught the canary, and waved Rosita over. “Rosita, be a dear and get us two tequila shots, some salt, and some lime.”
Nicole shot up in her seat, “Wynonna, no!”
“Wynonna, yes.” Wynonna grinned. Rosita handed her the supplies and watched from what she deemed was a safe distance away. “I won’t make you crawl up on the bar.” Wynonna said, loud enough for Waverly and Rosita’s benefit, “I’m a good girlfriend like that. But c’mon, we’re here, together and loving each other, let’s do a shot.”
“We’re working tomorrow!” Rosita knew that Nicole had already lost. She’d lost since she sent that text. She looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her up, but Wynonna was placing the lime between Nicole’s teeth, licking her hand, and pouring out the salt. Nicole hesitated a moment before following Wynonna’s lead.
Rosita glanced back at Waverly who was gripping a pitcher of beer so hard, Rosita was surprised she didn’t splinter the plastic. Her eyes were narrowed on the two, and as Wynonna licked Nicole’s hand, downed the shot, and her lips brushed over Nicole’s as she got the lime, Waverly wheeled around, her expression thunderous, and marched into the bathroom.
It was a pity, Rosita thought, she missed out on Nicole awkwardly repeating the motions on Wynonna looking like she’d rather die. Wynonna shot a wink at Rosita who had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.
One thing was sure, Wynonna was going to be the death of Nicole.
And maybe Waverly.
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I’m gonna list a few >:)- sharing a bed (Because There’s No Other Option!), shotgunning, road trips, friends with benefits, andddddddddd angst/comfort
B: Like it. Not one of my bigger cravings, but it can scratch a certain itch if I’m in the right mood.
Sharing a bed— The holy grail of tropes. She walked so all the slow burn crash into feeling fluff and angst pieces could run, and damn don't we love her for it in this house! I don't think I would say that I spend all my time searching for it, but if it comes up, I'm instantly 50% more interested in whatever fic I was looking at. It's always a nice added bonus, and I eat it up with a spoon.
C: Neutral. A good author might be able to sell it, but a bad one will kill it deader than dead.
Shotgunning— As a Steddie lover, me admitting this feels like a sin, but oop. I like it! Or well... I don't hate it, but I've read it so much lately (not a bad thing) that my brain is a bit spent. I have seen a few instances I didn't totally enjoy or agree with, so I think this kinda piggybacks on the idea that a good writer can sell it, and a bad one can kill it. The tag line wouldn't turn me off a fic, though!
B: Like it. Not one of my bigger cravings, but it can scratch a certain itch if I’m in the right mood.
Road Trips— As someone currently writing a road trip based fic, I would be nothing but a liar if I didn't admit my love for this one. I don't go looking for them all that often, but when I stumble upon them, I do enjoy them. I probably have a few in my bookmarks.
C: Neutral. A good author might be able to sell it, but a bad one will kill it deader than dead.
Friends With Benefits— I don't think I've ever read any FWB fics before, which is shocking? But I think I'm too picky to be all in on this one. It would totally come down to who it is, what the situation is, and what the writer is doing with it. Make or break, baby.
A: Love it. Spend my time combing AO3 for it.
Angst/Comfort— Yes, yes, yes. Did I mention yes? God, I love angst. I adore angst. Angst is my friend. And angst? With a splash of comfort? Seeing the calm after the storm? The peace after the pain? Yes, please. It is my bread and butter.
give me a fanfiction trope and I’ll grade it.
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A verrrrrry festive post, yes! Gotta love these modern Love Day traditions, such as un-aliving nearly all of your ancestors, right? Right?
This post contains lots of descriptions and rambling so: info about the Owl family’s under the cut! (。•̀ᴗ-)✧
I really enjoyed building the lot! I published it with the empty building on the Gallery back in February so you can download it without any of my game’s influence - except for the Villareal family graves, but they don’t mean anything if they’re alive in your game! The lot looks kinda wonky on the Gallery pictures but the idea was that there’d be a biiig space for proper graves for the Owl family, a small area for pet graves (also made with platforms), and a place for the spouses (they deserve to be close). The rest is just props for other dead Sims. Bury them, remember them, celebrate what you had together!
So, it was finally time! All 12 generations - from Valentina to Aurelia - are gone. It took me around two full Sim days to OOF everyone - toddlers and pets included. I didn’t have that much patience or desire to do it naturally so I let myself download a Command Center mod and just end them this way. It didn’t always go as planned and the death options were kinda limited but you gotta do what you gotta do. The post limit is 10 pictures but I picked some of the ‘cooler’ ones, though I admit I wasn’t documenting it as much because after some time it felt very grotesque; even if it’s just a game, it felt a bit disrespectful. ๐·°(⋟﹏⋞)°·๐
In the end, nearly everyone is finally at peace - tho Max Villareal didn’t drop his urn after dying! I think one of Delphini’s kittens didn’t get a tombstone either since technically pets can’t die until they’re adults, at least from what I remember. Speaking about peace and eternal rest, most Sims who were connected to the Owls - so the Vatores, Behrs, significant friends etc. are gone too! As I mentioned in this post, I want to give more space to random Sims and try be somewhat consistent with who is still around in the world. They might be friends of the Owl family but none of them is immortal - not anymore at least! That means that when Ariel’s time eventually comes, her friends from her chess club will have to go too. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Generation 13 and later ones (so starting with Hendrick and his descendands) are still alive, and I’m gonna keep them around until the next generation. I think I’ll do it in a way that the latest generation can have great grandparents - they’d just exist in the background, not to be seen that often, best case scenario. I like the idea that they’d come to birthday parties and what not, examples being Wren and Ariel’s birthday, Hendrick and Curtis’ wedding, and Deryn and Vanessa’s birthday, just to name the few! But I’ll really try to limit how many generations can be around - great grandparents are really pushing it so anything beyond this point is instantly gone.
It’s also tricky for me because I like to keep everyone in the same household as one entity but also go with generations - so for example I wouldn’t un-alive Hendrick and Curtis if Vanessa can’t go, but I don’t want Vanessa to go yet because I wish Deryn to go at the same time since they’re the same generation. But then what with Maria, also the same generation? And Ariel? I’ll have to think about it again soon, maybe I’ll go with households instead of generations after all - it just makes more sense... in a way!
So, that was a funny post! Pretty fitting for a mood before my defending my MA thesis this Friday. I cannot believe I managed to synchronise this post like this, I had a huge backlog of screenshots since early February! The timing is really hilarious. Well, maybe I’ll post a second “part” of this post after my exam to showcase how, uhm, cool (???) this cemetary looks. I think I did a pretty good job, it gives me this familiar vibe - Poles are pretty serious when it comes to the deceased etc. Please, look forward to it and pray for me on Friday!!
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A bell rang from the front door of a local restaurant in East Tennessee. A pale waitress seated the elderly regulars with a smile. There was a table towards the far end of the restaurant next to a window. It was quieter there; they always said it made conversation easier.
“Will it be the usual eggs, grits, and bacon for you two today, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson?”
Mr Johnson gave the waitress a smile and joked, “I’m beginning to think we come here too often, Lucy!”
Lucy shook her head, “That’s ridiculous you all are my favorite customers! I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t get to see you every Sunday.”
The usual chorus of “what a sweet girl”s rang out from the couple, and she took their orders. They really were her favorite customers. They left the largest tips. It kinda sucked that she had to watch them be so cute together though. She cringed at how bitter she had to be for being upset and seeing an elderly couple get along.
She really didn’t want to be a depressing, bitter, lowlife. She had just expected she’d be doing a little more with her life at 21. Really, who’s life goal was to live with their mom and wait tables all their life? Granted, it might’ve helped if she hadn’t spent her high school years in a semi-miserable daze. You don’t exactly leave with plans when that happens.
The semi-miserable daze of yesteryear got her through the rest of the work day too. She walked home quiet and alone. The walk home was never bad. Hell, most of the time it was the highlight of her day. It was peaceful and pretty. She got to walk past the train track which however childish it was, always made her happy if she got to see one go by.
She entered the house quietly so as to not wake her mother. It was already nine, and the poor woman needed her sleep. She shed off her work clothes and crawled into bed. The air conditioning unit had gone out a month ago, and they hadn’t been able to get it fixed yet. She was getting tired of having to peel herself off her sheets in the morning.
Lucy didn’t know if it was the heat or just her own mind, but she couldn’t sleep. Everytime she was almost there the knowledge of her shituation would come crashing in on her. She’s 21, never went to college, never left her hometown, with no friends, and living with her mom. Was she gonna die this way? Oh god she hoped not. It wasn’t like she could afford college though. Her mother only made so much money, and so did she. She could swing a semester at most if she was really good with her money. Trade school was an option she supposed, but she didn’t feel like that was right either.
Lucy began to wonder if she had ever had any real aspirations. She had never really had a “dream” as a kid. A job never really on her radar either. She had always had other things to be wrapped up in. Just to see if maybe she had ever had any ideas, she decided to look through her old childhood journals. Most of them were shitty old poetry and sort of depressing ramblings, until she got to one entry. It described her working on making costumes and set pieces for her middle school play. That had been fun hadn’t it? Doing set design didn’t sound too bad.
As the night continued, she flipped back and forth between trying to convince herself to go through with it and desperately trying to convince herself not to. There probably wasn’t much money in it, but there wasn’t a fortune to make waiting tables either. She would have to move out west, but she had always wanted to travel. What were the odds she’d even be able to? She didn’t know, but she felt like she’d be happier if she at least tried.
By six in the morning she had convinced herself and started to pack. She didn’t have much to take. There were some dresses, pants, shirts, one extra pair of shoes, her wallet. Once she finished, she made her way downstairs so she could call her boss and tell her she would not be returning to work. 
Her mother caught her in the middle of that activity and furrowed her brows, “What the hell are you doing?”
Lucy finished her call and turned to her mom, “I’m quitting my job.”
“Yeah, I heard that bit. I was asking why.”
Lucy shrugged, “I don’t feel like there’s anything for me here, so I’m moving.”
Her mom’s eyes widened, and she gave a sarcastic, “Oh, so you’re just going to…what? Move out west and become a movie star?”
Lucy laughed, “Close! I’m going to be a set designer.”
“Lucy, that’s fucking insane-a set designer?! You’re giving up a decent job to leave the city and make minimum wage?”
Lucy sighed and looked her mother in the eyes, “Listen mom, I don’t wanna live my life never having been outside the suburbs. I wanna at least try to do something more. Just give me a year, and if I don’t have anything going for me out West, I’ll come back, okay?”
Her mom sighed, “I’ll give you six months.”
“Seven,” Lucy replied, “Give me seven, and then I promise I’ll come back if it doesn’t work out.”
Her mom nodded, “Alright, but if you’re gonna go I recommend you go ahead and get your train ticket. It leaves in an hour.”
Lucy hugged her mom, “Thank you so much! I love you.”
Her mom laughed and hugged her back, “I love you too. Now, get down there before you miss the train!”
Lucy nodded and headed towards the train station. She managed to get a ticket and get on in time. In about 35 hours, she’d be in Los Angeles. She watched her town disappear out the window with a mix of excitement and terror. Seven months was all she had to get established enough to stay. She’d have to make it work somehow.
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TF2 Drabbles: RED Medic/BLU Medic - Hard to Come By
Summary: If I may request again? How about Blu Medic x Red Medic: Blu Medic is introverted and shier than his counter part, but isn't afraid to kick his ass if he goes too far in some situations. So he does. I imagine that both teams have the day off from fighting, just relaxing and what not, then Red Medic is chasing the Scouts to get them back to the medbau. He was doing sketchy stuff again. Both Scouts bump into Blu Medic who was sitting down and trying to listen to music. When Red gets closer, Blu is pissed off and slams the wall twice before telling red to: 'Sit. The. Fuck. Down. NOW!' Red obeys immediately, the Blu stands over him glaring with a blank tired face: 'Go away and be quiet love, or else...'
[A/N] Only really followed the vibe of the prompt on this one but I'm a discovery writer so I rarely am able to follow through on specific plans for a piece.
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Peace was of course hard to come by in their line of work. Even on days they had off from fighting robots, there was a lot to do and many of their number were naturally high energy, the job required such. Fritz wasn’t unreasonable on the front but… there were limits. Surely Ludwig could harass the Scouts about his idea to hollow out their bones to help them run faster literally anywhere other than the lab – yeah, they shared it but they weren’t supposed to work today so the two of them should’ve been the only ones here. And surely they could protest the idea a little less loudly or just consent to it, make it easier for everyone.
The shouting got louder and louder. Fritz’s gramophone struggled to be heard over it. Busy as he was, he didn’t bother to take it out often but today had seemed a good day for it… apparently not though.
“Fritz,” Ludwig shouted even louder, “come over here and help me convince them that this is a good idea. And that they should just let me do it because I decided to be nice and ask first.”
“That’s not being nice.” Jeremy was shouting louder now too. “And if you try to not ask first I’m gonna bash your fucking brains in. So how ‘bout instead, Fritz, you come over here and tell him to drop it and hurry up and get the damn flu shot bullshit done with already so we can leave.”
Fritz could continue to try to ignore them and hope they shut up soon. Or he could pack up his gramophone and book and just leave. Or he could indeed go over, not to do as either had requested but instead to take matters into his own hands. … The latter was his only real option if he wanted peace without dragging himself halfway across the desert.
So he slammed his book shut, stood and started over. The argument resumed before he got there. He didn’t bother trying to follow it because he did not care, the opposite in fact. Upon reaching them he slapped his opens palms down on the metal operating table they stood next to, hard as he could to make as loud a sound as he could. “Shut up.”
All three of them immediately obeyed, their full attention suddenly on him. “You two,” he pointed to the Scouts, “leave.”
“But…” Scooter started to protest but cutting himself off. “Fine. If I catch whatever Soldier has, I’m blaming you guys.” He turned and left with Jeremy on his heels, voicing his own thoughts on the matter that Fritz wasn’t listening to as he turned his attention solely onto Ludwig next.
Just the two of them, he switched to speaking German. “You can go away too, love, but if you stay, you’re gonna be quiet.”
“I’m sensing an ‘or else’ at the end of that.”
“Yeah, you are. Because those are your only two options. We agreed not to work today.”
“Fair point. I apologize. And so I will head off because I do need to make sure no one else catches whatever Soldier has.”
“Good. I will be here relaxing. See you later.” Given how easy that was, Fritz should really put his foot down more often.
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“ my dope is making people drop like flies. It’s killing people” she says in distress as my shift partner injects narcan into the right thigh of a young girl slumped over on the bench.
“O2 sat 61% let’s get her on her back and bag her. A guy I’d helped earlier just happens to wander in and hands me back the preloaded syringe we’d filled for his friends. I check the time and squat down to inject the left leg as my partner squeezes air into the lungs. “
“Oxygen is rising hold off on the third shot. 77% 91% 97% perfect.”
“Mom?”
“Huh”
“ I need my mom”
“ you’ve had an overdose babe, we had to give you two shots of narcan. Do you know where you are? “
I’m crouched down beside her and my shift partner lifts my coat and tells me to back up a little. The young girl has lost control of her bladder. She cries and asks us for pants. We don’t have any of course but tell her the peace officers can probably help her. She declines. The uniform is too frightening to request in front of the dealer.
The dealer pulls me aside and tells me she went to the clinic I recommended for treatment but they did blood work and informed her that when she experienced a sexual assault in the summer she contacted HIV. She immediately ran back to fentanyl and tries to quickly do her makeup and hide the fact that tears are welling up.
“Come here, I’m so sorry” I hold out my arms and embrace her in a hug. Her tears stream down my jacket and I just keep holding her and whispering, “ you are loved, you are valued, you are going to survive this. “ I hold her until she’s ready to let go.
“ you can talk to me anytime girl. We can figure this out and this can become undetectable, this is not a death sentence. The most important thing is not giving up. We need to find any sort of housing option, therapy and ways to adhere to the medication. That’s super important. “
“ you’re the only person I talk to, I’m so fucking dirty now”
“ you absolutely are not. There are so many options and you can lead a very long healthy and happy life. We can teach you about this. This isn’t the 80’s. I love you. You are loveable.you are not what’s happened to you.”
She’s got customers but ignores them to show me her dope. It’s not unlike one of the samples in my linen closet. I can’t tell her much other than it’s likely carfentanyl if her clients are dropping right after they take a hit. I load her up with narcan.
My heart aches for her. We often demonize the dealer but she has no income support, no family, sleeps on the street and is terrified of treatment because she just got diagnosed with a serious life threatening disease and has no meaningful way to find the support she desperately needs. It’s easier to think this is a good time to turn your life around but unless this has happened to you then you really have no idea how difficult the collective trauma can be for this one tiny girl.
We toss out a second BVM for the day. The first incident was a young boy on the north side. He and his friends hotboxed one of the elevators and they shuffled out excited to see our team. They needed wound care for frostbite , advice for severe swelling without cause , snacks , etc.
“ hey friend” i say to one of the boys who’s starting to fold up, “ take a deep breath for me ok. “
He slides down onto his knees and face plants the cement platform. His oxygen is a dangerous 41%. I need to lay you down on your back I yell as I grab him from behind. He tries to resist but his friends start yelling at him. “ bro this chick is cool. She literally bought me shoes and knows her shit. Don’t be an idiot”
“ no narcan “ inaudibly escapes his blue lips. I gaze down, fingertips are blue. Skin is pale and the chest is barely rising.
“ homie you’re gonna die without narcan this isn’t a joke. “ I say as my mind races a million miles a minute. I’ve never had a situation like this.
“ I know it’s hard to get dope bud but this is gonna be your last high, you’re fucking cutting oxygen off from all your organs. Let me give you a half shot , you need a full one but I’ll work with ya”
“ no”
I’m standing over a kid watching him fucking die. I’m legally bound not to administer narcan if the affected person experiencing the poisoning declines care.
Everyone is yelling and he starts to convulse.
“ what do we do”
I threaten to call Ems and he tells me no. Everytime we think he’s unconscious we go to administer and he magically flinches and says no. These stats are so low and not improving. This is brain damage and I can’t just fucking watch someone die like this. This is a kid- a stubborn kid.
“ bag him”
What? My coworker says! , he’s refusing care.
“ I don’t care, no narcan but he needs airway support. I’m not fucking watching this kid die”
Everyone is yelling, they are afraid , off in the corner I watch a couple of kids start to get high.
“ fuck this”
911 what’s your emergency?
I have a young male experiencing a substance poisoning, oxygen is 47 % with bvm airway suppprt, he’s refusing narcan and I’m legally bound by bystander laws not to respond. I don’t know what to do. “
“ mam i understand”
“ I’m located on the top of the platform northbound, there’s no violence but he’s cyanotic and keeps regaining consciousness to refuse the shot. “
“ help is on the way. Send someone to get an aed”
“ I need you to run and find security and ask for an aed. “ I say to my partner
I place my hand over the mask tightly around the nose and hold my phone up with my neck. I grab my bag so it doesn’t get rinsed and pull it closer to me. “
My partner stares blankly. “ a what”
She’s hella smart but this is chaotic and we’ve never had someone in such high risk for fatality be able to resist in this regard. He’s so young.
“ defibrillator. I’m good , I’ll be ok, you go”
“ you’re gonna fucking have cardiac arrest dude” I squeeze his shoulders, “ I need you to breathe bro”
I squeeze the bag
“ mam i want to count his reps on his own ok.
Everytime the chest rises, you say GO.
“1234567 GO123456789 GO 12345678 Go” I shake and stare at his chest.
“ ok provide airway support. Fire will be arriving shortly”
My partner runs over from the 4 flights of stairs and says out of breath, there’s no aed on site.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
12345 squeeze.
“ you’re doing great. Fire is there”
Ok I’ll let you go.
Three huge men tower over me and ask what’s going on. Oxygen was 41 at lowest, he is cyanotic and just barely conscious enough to refuse care. Bvm airway support for 30 minutes has brought him up to 76%.
“ you did a great job. “ he says and quickly
Starts responding and trying to reason with the kid.
When Ems arrives I pull one paramedic aside and say, I don’t know if that was the right thing to do but I wasn’t sure bvm would work and I couldn’t just let this kid die.
“ you guys are awesome and legally you did everything you could do, otherwise you can be sued. Calling us was the right decision. You guys saved him. He’s gonna be ok “
I take a breath and ask them to check out the other kids swollen foot. He’s proud and doesn’t want to talk to the boys in blue. I crouch down and just get real. “ I care about you, I know you’re high and I know hospitals suck and it’s a total dude thing, y’all are idiots , did you drop something on your foot? No, did you kick a wall or something ? No. Did someone assault you or did you step on something weird? No
It’s pretty ballooned up dude. Is there pain going up the leg because you are violently shaking in pain and I know you just smoked fent strong enough to almost kill your friend so you shouldn’t feel this shit.
This is more concerning if you don’t know why it’s happening.
He cries and tells me he will go later , he needs to make money.
The paramedics join in to talk sense into him. “ bro this is serious. We can take you to a clinic. A hospital wherever you wanna go but you need a doctor”
We pass out mass amounts of narcan and talk carfentil to most as well as the latest 890 pound meth bust. “ the drugs are gonna be spicy”
The kid who almost died seems excited about that.
The kid with the balloon foot that can’t fit into a sock or a sneaker looks at me and says, “ he’s been like this lately “
“ suicidal!? Don’t listen to him. Narcan him and help your homie access medical care for mental health. There’s times when we respect someone’s wishes and times when people aren’t using their fucking heads. This will pass. He’s young man. I know it’s hard but there are options. If I can make it out , yall can ok. Get your fucking foot looked at, I got Jordan’s for you and you can’t even wear them - that’s not going away magically.
“ what do you think it is” he asks.
“ how the fuck would I know. If you have questions about drugs I’m your girl, you need some first aid , I’m your girl, bro you need a lot of things. What’s your plan”
He tells me he’s banned from transit so I ride in the elevator his friend just pissed in and get him onto the train with us. On the train a well known gang invites us to hang out , we laugh and thank them but flash our badges. They all ask for narcan. In the seat in front of me is a girl with schizophrenia, severe wounds and a bad meth addiction. I love her.
“ hey girl, you look great”
“ I am so happy to see you, you are always there on my worst days magically. You’re always there somehow. I don’t see you for weeks and then you’re here. You are so pretty. I just got out of the hospital. I am sick. “
“ can I see your leg, I won’t touch it I promise. “
She lifts the jogging pants to expose soiled bandages. She’s nearly impossible get into wound care because of the severe pain, the refusal to give pain meds from her doctors because of heavy methamphetamine consumption. You basically have to wait for her to mistakenly smoke fent and go down to get her medical attention. The wounds have at times made me almost faint. I see a lot of things out here but this is top 5 worst.
She doesn’t like many people, she doesn’t engage but I saved her life and I was there shortly after she was raped , I’ve listened to her tell me that her parents didn’t want her, they kept her sister and sometimes send money to her account. Small amounts. They don’t want a mentally ill child.
She’s stuck in our shelter system without adequate treatment for serious disorders and the pain and paranoia will possibly lead to her having amputations.
“ I got you a present you know! It’s at the mall. Ask for James ok- the cute one! I got size 13 shoes, flyknits so they aren’t tight on the wounds ok, and even a tarot and oracle deck”
“ oh my gosh are you serious! A tarot deck. I’ve always wanted one. You are an angel. I love you”
I begin walking her through each wound care provision I’m placing in the brown paper bag. Gauze, sterile water, roller gauze , adaptic, another pair of socks. “
“ make sure you go there on Monday and get shoes ok darling. You are loved. I’m so glad I got to see you. “
She hugs me and rambles a bit. Then the boy hugs me and says sorry for being a shithead.
“ you’re good , i love you bro, just be serious ok. It’s serious. You don’t need to be afraid but you need to go today. Is there anyone I can call for you ?” Nah
I look over at the gang girl, she’s been calling me sister , “ yo, make him go to the doctor, he can’t be out here reppin face tattoos and crying over a fucked up foot. That’s not a good look lol” we all laugh and my partner and I get off the train and find 8 kids down in a forested area outside of the train station.
8!
It’s very haunting to see. Everyone just walks by afraid.
I turn the corner and see my client dealing. “ bro no shade but fucking take narcan and give it out, this shit is strong” I hand him baggies for his dope and start distributing kits. Even people acting tough I just give the look to and they take it. “ this shit ain’t no joke, take care of each other “
The day is intense and we hop on the train to head back to the office. A guy strikes up conversation and is genuinely intrigued by our work. He tells us it’s his first time taking the lrt, he was completely lost and these young thug kids showed him exactly where to go and even walked with him and made sure he understood which train to get on. He then saw them approach us and ask for snacks , condoms and narcan and had to inquire.
“ I just can’t get over that those seemingly bad kids actually were super kind and helpful and respectful “
“ it’s amazing what happens when you start to engage with your community. Everyone is so diverse and has a story and to be honest so very few are “ bad” even then it’s likely they are very mentally ill and need the most help or just find themselves in a situation that they can’t find solutions for. We’re all perceived as something , we’re all a bad decision or bad circumstance away from being on the side in need of help. Life happens. “
“ it takes a special kind of person to do your job”
I enjoy talking to him and can tell that other members of the fearful general public are eavesdropping which is wonderful. It’s not often that I’m given a voice to advocate so one on one like this.
“ excuse me” I say. I quickly get up and walk down the car and trap squeeze a young girl. “ hey darling, are we doing ok”?
I find her unconscious falling into the aisle. She must have just gotten on or just slumped over, I refuse to believe I didn’t notice this.
“ good eye” my partner says to me for the millionth time today. “ i want that on my tombstone when i die. She had a good eye, two of em”
The girl is rousable but covered in fresh blood. I glove up and ask her what happened. A few white ladies are gawking at me and it’s likely a bit funny what with my new meth hoodie NO CUT NO BUFF 💪 ( support dulfs compassion club! Safe supply is the beginning of the way out of this crisis).
I am trying to clean her up and because our shift is over we are rushing a little. My coworker notices a huge lump expanding on the forehead and the girl says she’s dizzy. She doesn’t appear to be intoxicated so we ask if she wouldn’t mind hopping off at the next stop. “ I think you need Ems love. You might have a pretty intense concussion and there’s a lot of bruising and blood everywhere. Can we get an assessment at least. ?”
She agrees and asks to lay down. Peace officers call 911 for us and bring a few bottles of water.
I hand out narcan to the people in the immediate area and wait for ems to arrive to pass off care.
We had a lot of great interactions with medical responders, security and officers today- it’s almost weird.
A new guy introduces himself as having just joined the peace officers after moving from Toronto.
“ man i grew up in Toronto and thought that was wild but it’s nothing compared to this shit. This is insane. I don’t even know how you do this. There’s constant crisis”
“ welcome to Edmonton. If you need any resources let us know, we can always assist with mental health crisis, wound care , overdose , or even just communication and snacks. We try and connect with as many individuals as possible and the only thing we don’t do is violence. We avoided stadium for that reason earlier today. Violent assault on the platform as we rolled up and rolled away lol. I’ll save that for you. My name is Brett, I shake his hand”
He walks outside after I finish charting and I hit my vape in the square right in front of the no smoking/ vaping sign… in front of the bylaw officer.
“ fuck , sorry. “
“ that’s a 250$ ticket miss “ he winks
“ after today I’d probably fight ya lol”
“ I’d let you win” he winks again
“ stay safe. Ill see ya around”
I go out and make it home at 6am. It’s been a long day and a weird night and I think soon I’ve got to check myself for my escapist ways. It’s a lot- this work, this role. It means a lot to me. I’ve got to take better care of myself and maybe I need to learn the ways I’ll do that still. I want to be my best self for me and others. Be safe kids. Be safe. Today I’m hoping to rest, make more art and have a two hour grief course later in the afternoon. I don’t want to do it, there’s a lot to unpack but practice what ya preach I guess.
To some extent , at any given time, we will all struggle and maybe do risky things , we are all just trying to connect, to feel safe, to feel valued and to take our mind off a few things.
I think that’s human.
The Uber driver says he works at the mall and has seen me and my team saving lives. “ you are a blessing to this world. You do things many cannot. These are very special gifts.”
“ do you know how to use naloxone? I can show you”
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11/4/2023 DAB Transcript pt5
He’s saying, he is giving every excuse and his main excuses is, I don’t know how to speak. Like, I’m not a public speaker, I don’t know how to do this. And God’s telling him, you really don't have to do anything but just obey me. Like, I’ll put the words in your mouth. It's all good. You don’t have to worry about this, and finally Moses is like, send someone else. Please send somebody else. Which for me, is one of the, it’s a very sad scene in the Bible, because of how much it imitates our own lives. But in the end God relents and sends Moses brother Aaron to be the mouthpiece. This is where we see sort of like this dual role, a priestly role and a governor or kingly role. Moses and Aaron make up the two pieces but that is more like the plan “B”. Right, so the plan “A” was that Moses would be empowered by God to lead his people and would be the mouthpiece of God to those people. In other words, a priestly governor, a priestly ruler, a priestly king. So, in other words, Melchizedek was a priestly king of the most high God. Moses would've been invited into that. But didn't enter into it, but then God invites David into that role, once kings are introduced into the story of Israel. And that is where I'm going to stop for today. We’re gonna read about Melchizedek in the book of Hebrews extensively tomorrow and we’ll pick this up then. We have a little bit more New Testament context to the story.
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Hi Daily Audio Bible family. This is Kyle in Pennsylvania. And I’m calling in to ask for prayer for my daughter, her name is Rylie, and she is 3 years old. And she has down syndrome and some heart conditions. And on November 14th she’s gonna get her second heart surgery and this is a pretty big one. Basically, one side of her heart is not functioning and filling the way it should. And so, they’re hoping that they can kind of build a little bit of a wall and let that side start to function the way it should. And that they would be able to rebuild her heart then to a fully functioning heart. And this would be the best outcome because other options just usually aren’t as ideal for children with down syndrome. So, this is kind of what we’ve been hoping and praying for all along. But it is, you know, a pretty big heart surgery and she’s 3, a little over 3 and a half years old. So, it’s hard to see her go in for that. And so, if you could just keep her and us in your prayers. That God would be with the surgeons and guide them. And that God would be with her and her body and help keep her strong and that this surgery would go well. And that we’d get the results that we’re hoping for. And that she would just come out strong and healthy on the other side. Thank you.
Good morning my darling family. It’s Susan from Canada, God’s Yellow Flower calling. I love you all so much. I pray, Lord God, over Searching for Beauty as she is going through so much right now. I pray your strength be with her. Your healing touch be with her. That your peace be with her, Lord God, as she goes through these cancer treatments. I also pray for her daughter, dear Lord God, that You would just open their eyes and so they may see your beauty. They may see Your love for them. They may see Your peace and want that for themselves. In dwell those girls, dear God, indwell them with the power of Your Holy Spirit, that they may seek You with all their heart and find You, dear Lord. And find what You want to do with their life. Help them to walk in obedience to You Lord, every moment of every day of their life. We just lift these three ladies up to You, dear God, and ask You, won’t you bless them mightily with Your righteous right hand. In Jesus name I pray. Amen.
Good morning my fam, it’s Susan from Canada, God’s Yellow Flower calling. I want to pray for Francise, he’s having such a hard time with this ulcer in her leg and arthritis. So, Lord God, we just lift up Francise to You and her wonderful son. We ask that You bless them both, Lord God, with a love that surpasses all understanding. The peace that surpasses all understanding. Knowing that You are the giver of life, You are the giver of love and peace. And Lord God, we pray for healing over Francise. That this ulcer would be healed, and that this arthritis would just be taken away from her. We pray, dear Heavenly Father, that she will leap unto the bed and dance for joy, giving praise to Your holy name. We pray this all in the blessed and most wonderful name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
Salutations. Oh Father God, You see the emotions, You see the questions, You see the fear. This man, he called in at two hours and 21 minutes and he’s asking us to lift up his wife, who just got this diagnosis of cancer, and they’ve missed it for so long. God, I’ve been there. And I lift them up to You, Lord. And I ask that You would call the Downs, that You would pour Your oil upon them Father. Bless them with Your joy, Your discernment Father. Calm their fears, Lord. Hold them in Your hands and let them know that it’s not too far gone. They told me the same thing. I was diagnosed stage 4 and I’m still here over 12 years later. So, Lord, I’m asking if You would do the same kind of miracle for her that You did for me. In Jesus name I pray, and I thank You because I know You can do it. In Jesus name. Amen.
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I feel like shit and I don’t know where else to put this…
All I really want is to feel comfortable. I thought I had reached some kind of peace with myself, from the understanding I was allowed to be another gender. It feels late and I guess forced… they always talk about knowing from kids. I really can’t. I don’t think I even knew what a trans person was then.
I wish I still didn’t.
The pushback has been simultaneously aggressive, but nice. No one is really, directly, going against it. The concept of being trans, non-binary, bigender; it’s seemingly cool. Most people just kind of accepted it and that’s it, and im grateful for that because holy shit I know im lucky!
But everything is a problem now!
Okay you’re bigender and go by both masculine and feminine, we understand and support you! But we’ll only really use feminine anyway to the point you’re uncomfortable using he because it feels pushy, and make you feel weird using feminine (Am I just faking?) and masculine (I just like it more because it’s rarely used I guess).
Okay so you’re trans! It’s so cool you’re exploring your fashion a bit to expand what you enjoy looking like. But like, you’re cutting your hair too short. This is the men’s clothing section, let’s go to the women’s. These shirts won’t really go with you, they’re for men. You’re wearing a dress for the party, right? Why don’t you wear your earrings more often?
You have such a nice female body! Your breast is beautiful, would you really want to lose that? Why don’t you wear a bra? Are you sure a binder is good for your back? A mastectomy is far too extreme, if you really have issues, why not a chest reduction? You’re gonna miss your chest!
Testosterone is crap. Really, hormones can’t be good in general, but testosterone is awful. It’s not going to help anyway. You’ll get fat and hairy and bald and ugly. You want to be dry? I’m lowkey disgusted by the idea of an enlarged clitoris. It’s fine as long as you don’t change your body. Medical risks! Here’s a detailed list of all that will definitely happen to you. If you try a low dose for a couple months you’ll be screwed forever. Have you seen r/detrans?
Changing your name is cool! But we aren’t really gonna use that one because it does sound kinda weird. We’ll use the short form though, as long as we can always specify it with the feminine form! Also have you tried these other names that are short for your name? That way you don’t have to change. Your name is so beautiful. You shouldn’t have a name that sounds too masculine, it could be confusing. You’re searching options? Does that mean we can stop calling you that now?
You’re not a feminist if you don’t believe in sex oppression! But I do. Gender is not real. It kinda is. Patriarchy have brainwashed you, you silly dumb little girl. Of course you’re autistic. Sexually assaulted too! A textbook case of delusion caused to want to escape misogyny just because you don’t fit in the gender roles. I do. Then what’s the point? You don’t belong here anymore. No, there neither. You don’t belong anywhere now.
Just ignore it, what did you bring it up? A silly autistic quirk, a depression symptom, whatever. It’s easier, so much easier, this is supposed to help, if it does not why do you insist? Stubborn little girl, trying to be special so bad. Trans men want to be oppressed so bad. You’re not a trans man, why are you always staring from the corner? You don’t want this. We went over it. The only safe path is back anyway.
A list of resources. It’s all trans women. All the analysis are fine. We don’t know what happens to you. You should get an IUD! It still hurts. How long have you been on medical leave? No way a surgery is a good idea. I can hear Ana again. There was someone at the other side, he sounded comforting. But the voice is gone.
You’ll be so cute once you become an old lady!
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