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hana-no-seiiki · 4 months

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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐒 + 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐱 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 (𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈)

tw/cw: this act alludes more to reader being amab (because breeder reader era wont be ending anytime soon) so beware. off-screen seggs. worldbuilding and lore stuff. yandere themes, mentions of forced prostitution. misandry.

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[ ACT I ] • [ ACT III ]

MOTHERS HELD A HIGH SOCIAL RANK IN YOUR SOCIETY. They were the bearers of children; held with a status akin to gods. As such, those who were able to give birth were favorable.

Not a womb-less being like you.

You spent a couple decades or so in denial. Hoping that one day you’ll be accepted. That maybe society itself would change and you’d have a place in the world.

Only for reality to ruthlessly slap you in the face.

“[Y/N].”

Your mother’s voice, no matter the content of her speech, always made your heart rate soar. Cold sweat appeared on your palms and forehead, but before it could even be discerned on your form your hands make a swift movement to dry yourself. Your could feel your shakiness intensify as she drew closer.

“Yes, mother?” You greeted back. You cursed inwardly as your words came out hoarse; without its usual confidence. You could already hear her admonish you.

How could you be anything less than perfect? After all you were already born a failure. Might as well make up for it by being the best.

Throughout the decades of your parent’s unfavorable treatment, you had gain a semblance of self-esteem. At least enough to give them cheek at times. Although your subconscious always reminded you of what they were capable of if you weren’t engaged.

Your teenage self could never imagine talking back to them. With that, in spite of the unwarranted attention you were somewhat happy with the circumstances you were given.

“You went to the countryside, again.” Her arms crossed over her chest, and tar colored blouse. She always wore black clothes and a solemn look wherever she went, intimidating many that dared to gaze at her direction. Her graying hair was tied into a tight bun. Pointed, cat like eyes behind thick glasses. But she was beautiful. Annoyingly so. The very reason why so many fell at your feet.

“I am here now.”

“Her Highness was looking all over for you.”

“That’s the point. I was hiding from that witch.” You crossed your arms. You did not like that woman at all. You remembered repeatedly enforcing your boundaries and personal space to which she repeatedly broke down and disrespected.

“[Y/N]! Stop being such a brat. Act your age for once. This is a golden opportunity. For you and our whole family!”

“Selling my body wasn’t enough? Your greed really knows no bounds.”

You shut your mouth immediately. You’ve gotten too far, if her heels clacking on the ground wasn’t already an obvious indication her thin, banshee like screech should be.

You expected a slap, maybe even her pulling your hair out once again, perhaps her nails would tear into your skin once more leaving a scar that would make at least some of your clients change their mind. However before she could even get close enough to touch you, her husband pulled her away.

“Estella . . . if you hurt them, her highness might . . .” He held her back.

You used to think you loved him way back then. When he’d halt your mother’s actions and take care of you after you’d been used. But then you realized that he only saw you as an object he could benefit from as well. Once the princess asked for your hand in marriage he was ecstatic. Waxing on and on about how happy it’d make him if you went with her, even allowing her to defile you in your own bedroom at times. The only reason he didn’t actively hurt you was because your mother’s ego was so fragile that she’d take him getting physical as a sign of defiance and ill will.

Swarms of hatred encircled your heart. To think you were so blind and hungry for an ounce of their affection only a year ago.

Hours passed before your tears showed signs of stopping its flow. You hoped the streetslights that barely gave vision at least hid you from prying eyes.

“Witch, huh?”

A voice tore you away from your moment of sadness. In fear of anyone else seeing you in this state you hurry to fix yourself as you heard heeled clicks grow louder.

“I should have known.” You turned your head to face the sounds’ source. Only to see the reason why so many tears of yours were wasted this day. “So, does this mean our engagement is off? Or shall I be executed for sullying your name?”

Third Princess Kalliope Mikiavella Levantine. If her name was a nightmare then her presence in your life was evermore.

She was your highest paying client. Ever insatiable. Ever spoiled by her mother the Empress. The only saving grace of this whole situation was that she was not the Crown Princess, yet. Otherwise you might have already been made an imperial concubine or consort.

“Unfortunately not.” She smiled, a little solemn in a way to empathize with your situation, but nonetheless ruthless knowing her power. The princess was beautiful, her blazing red hair that curled immaculately lightly bounced in her steps towards you. Bright amber eyes that almost appeared like the dim streetlights.

“I am unclean. Impure. Why would you want someone like me?” You keep your eyes to your legs lest you fall for her beauty. You always looked somewhere else whenever you two slept together. Always in fear that you’ll grow to love your assaulter — captor.

“I . . . do not know. But everytime I hear you sing my heart feels at ease. I want you in my life, [Y/N]. For as long as I live.”

“Think of it this way, as my spouse you will be ruling over the entirety of this country. Every thing, every one, will be yours. Even those parents who sold you to me. And you’ll give that kid a bright future—“

“[Y/N] . . ?”

You do not think before your lips crashed upon hers.

“Athanaxious? Athanaxious! “

Vasileious searched high and low, in every corner of the ocean Athanaxious usually dwelled in. He even swam the shores, close to those wicked human hunters called fishermen to find him. But with no luck.

“Let him be, Vasilei. He’ll come back in due time.” Aurelius, the pair’s eldest brother, comforted him. Aurelius had a beautiful tail of pure gold, unlike the flecked one Vasileious and Athanaxious owned. His hair was a beautiful, long and curly brown with a lock of blond that made it all the more stunning. His tan skin glimmered akin to the surface waters at day, and almost glowed at night.

“Say that when you get scolded by Mother. I dare you.” Vasileious spat, nerves fried from stress. He would have never interacted or approached a human if it weren’t for his stupid younger brother. But now he’d seen several. Do you know how horrid that experience would be for him? It was downright terrible.

Aurelius, ever the only serene one in the family, massaged the small of his brother’s pale back, “You seem on edge. More so than usual.”

“Athanaxious was meeting with a human, Aurelius. A human!”

“Huh, so you finally found out.”

“You knew of it?!”

“All of us did.” Aurelius shrugged, slightly curling his tail as a gesture of ease. “Oh come on, we all know how much of a snitch you are. Besides, Athanei can’t be dissuaded. Telling him not to do something will only make him want to do it more.”

“He used his siren song on them.”

“No way! How did he sound?”

“. . . It sounded — “ Vasileious ashamedly could only remember your own voice that day, unable to give a proper remark he gave a simple, vague response. “alright.”

“How utterly anticlimactic. Although you saying something aside from terrible means it must be good.”

“Make of it what you will.”

“Irenaeus!”

Another merman appeared. Younger than Aurelius but his beauty unlike any of the other brothers. His tail a beautiful ivory color that slowly transitioned to grey and blacks at the tip. Long dark hair and golden eyes. Irenaeus was known to have the biggest body count of all siblings — bringing thousands of humans to their doom. If it weren’t for his carefree attitude and the god he was named after, one would think he loathed humans more than Vasileious himself. “The human Athan was meeting . . .”

“What about them?”

“Apparently they are to be married off to a human princess. Sailors across the ocean have been speaking of it so. And. . . well . . . “

“Spit it out.”

Irenaeus looked left and right, his tail flicking in an anxious manner, “I believe Athanaxious might be meeting with the Sea Witch shortly.”

“What? You didn’t stop him?!” Vasileious screeched. The ocean floor that surrounded them tremors in his cries, large waves rippling, barreling towards land. His two brothers flinched in pain.

“Less time scolding more time on looking for our brother.” Aurelius broke him out of his moment of panic. “Irenei, inform the rest of our family. Vasilei, let us depart.”

Deep within the Abyss of the ocean, Athanaxious found himself swarmed with feverish determination and anger. The pressure of the waters always felt suffocating but now? It was nothing to the looming dread that drowned his heart.

He reaches his destination before his mind could properly think. He thought long ago that the last time he’d come would be that, the last. But here he was again, far more desperate than he was afraid.

“Be welcome, Than.” The low, gravelly voice of the sea devil danced across the murky waters.

“You must know of the happenings on land.”

He comes out of his hiding, long winding tentacles slither across the walls covered with barnacles and seaweed, as He moved towards Athanaxious, “Mm, I’m afraid not. Please enlighten me.”

“Tch. My human. They’re going to marry some rich lady up north. This cannot happen.”

“You want me to help you ruin a wedding?”

“You know the drill. A price for a boon. This will be quite expensi—“

“I offer you my voice.”

The Sea Witch found themself speechless for moments on end. For a siren to sell their voice would be akin to dooming themself to a lonely, wretched existence. Unable to lure their prey or be of any ‘worth’ in their society. They were aware of Athanaxious’ infatuation over you. Just not self-sacrificing extent of it. “…And in exchange for your precious voice I offer you a new identity as a human.”

“Beware, as every step you take will feel like daggers going through your feet. You will however, be the most graceful dancer upon the land. A perfect fit for our little singer.” An apparition appears between the Devil’s fingertips as it flicked across the waters. It was you, on a platform of sorts surrounded by other humans. You were bringing joy to their faces, as you did with him. “Shall I add a wager to spice up the fun?”

It took a lot of willpower for Athanaxious to rip his eyes away from your ‘magical form’ and all he could muster was a nod.

“Should you succeed your voice shall return, and you wouldn’t have to keep giving me your scales to brew love potions. Their heart will be yours forever more, guaranteed by both their feelings in your triumph and my very own magic.” The apparition shifted; Athanaxious appears within the image — human. The two of you looked joyful as you embraced underneath what seemed to be the moon.

But then it all lasts for a second before it shifted once more. The vision of your happy ending swiftly turned bitter as this apparition’s Athanaxious slowly dissolved and disappeared, before you turn to someone else and embrace them instead.

“If you fail to win their affection before the wedding, I will keep your voice and you shall turn into sea foam.”

Athanaxious felt his stomach grow weak at the illusion’s show. Moreso the possibility of your romance with someone else than his death. He only had one choice.

“I understand. I accept both the deal and the wager.”

“Oh, how magnificent! I hope you don’t go on to regret this.” The Sea Devil lips tugged upwards.

“Now, sing for me.”

“Where will you be going?” Kalliope tugged at your sleeves.

“Out. I’ll be back before sundown.” You gently pulled your arm away from your admirer, as you buttoned your clothes and put on a pair of trousers.

“But—“

“My seed must take root for our marriage to be guaranteed, no? Keep your hips raised.”

“Can we go for another bout before you leave?”

You loop your finger around a lock of her hair, lending her a final kiss to the forehead. “No.”

Your town was not one to write about in history books. It was like any other the Empress was able to conquer under her rule. A quaint village just west of the capital city known for their great alcohol and folks to bed.

In such a small population, everyone knew you and you knew everyone. People even knew of your clients, every single one in fact. They weren’t surprised to see you in much more extravagant or expensive clothing as you passed by the street in an equally gaudy carriage.

It was moreso the armored guards that surrounded you that alerted them of something different.

“[Y/N]!”

Clearly that wasn’t enough to deter your childhood friend from running towards you.

“First you impregnate my sister and leave her all alone to take care of your mistake, now you go and get married without a word to us! Do you even care at all?!” The young man wore overalls. Soot covered his skin from what you assume was the mines he started recently working in.

Yiorgos used to be a lot kinder. Softer. Almost puppy like with his admiration towards you. But after a series of misunderstandings he grew resentful of your existence. You never bothered to correct him.

Or perhaps you were just too busy and hurt by his assumptions.

“Out of their highness’s way.” A guard put their arm between you and your former friend.

“Their . . . highness ?” Yiorgos looked at you, baffled. His hung wide open. He then leaned forward to no doubt shout at you once more before you finally put a word in.

“No, I know him.” You shook your head at the guard. Your focus left the man as soon as a familiar mop of [hair color] entered your vision.

A small girl dressed in clothing akin to your own, left Yiorgos’s side and ran up to you with no regard to the armored knight that loomed over. Excitement clear in her eyes. “Don’t listen to your uncle, you aren’t a mistake alright? Go on in, I’ll be with you.” You gently pushed her towards the siblings’ house. The girl shook her head, unwilling to let go of you. But her grip slowly loosened and she eventually shied away, leaving you and the rest.

“Your sister paid me to sleep with her and insisted not to use protection, we both know I pay for that night every single day since it happened both reputation wise and monetarily. And lastly, as you can see I had no choice.” You tilt you head to the small army of knights made to watch over you and your carriage.

Yiorgos shook his head. Brown hair swaying side to side. “You always have a choice.”

“And my choices are life and death. Don’t bother arguing about my situation!”

“Here’s my last payment and goodbye. I’ll be taking the kid with me to the castle soon.” You throw him a bag filled with gold coins and then proceeded to make your leave.

If there was anything you were proud of in your town however, it would be the opera house you worked at. Thousands of people all throughout the world often came here to watch your shows amongst the other singers and performers.

Due to its popularity it was even funded by the Empress directly. That is how you met the princess.

“[Y/N]! I’ve heard the news. Congratulations.” Your employer, Lady Anastasia — a noble woman —, runs her hand in your hair. She used to be a regular person your mother sold you off to until she eventually hired you as a singer at her Opera House. Of course, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t pay you a little extra for your services after hours.

“What’s with the fuss?” You gestured to the boy servants fussing over a young man. Who seemed a little too familiar, nostalgic maybe. You couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

“Oh, we found a young man out on the beach you frequented. We thought it was you at first but upon closer inspection . . .”

“He’s a mute that one. Ain’t no further thing from our theater’s star.” Her Father, a rather old and gruff man, huffed. He was always so prideful of you. Despite his rough demeanor, you knew that he cared deeply. After Anastasia would bed you, he always came by to give you a cup of tea. You didn’t know how to repay the man except use your body, so he’s had a taste of you as well.

In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve bedded half of your town and then some.

“Will you keep your scathing remarks to yourself?” Anastasia lightly slapped him, “He is incredibly talented on the art of dance, light on his feet.”

“And weak on constitution. He barely finished a piece before falling to his knees and panting!”

“I’ll take care of him.” You put a hand to your chin. The man gave you a weird feeling in your stomach. Something tells you that the fates have your threads intertwined.

“Are you sure? With all these wedding preparations. . .” The old man grabbed your shoulders, making you flinch.

You unknowingly glared at him.

“Ah, sorry to be so presumptuous.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

You coughed, unsure how to or if you should even apologize. You decide on focusing at the task at hand. A final show before you’re eternally doomed to the Imperial Palace.

“Well then, why is nobody ready?”

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harlowcomehome · 1 month

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Jack sat at his family kitchen table, nursing a warm mug of throat coat tea in his hands as he ran his shaky fingers through his tousled curls. He was using a mug that you had bought him for your one year anniversary, one of many gifts you had gotten him that day. He smiled looking down at it knowing you were beyond irritated with him right now it provided some comfort.

You’re going to mess this up, why can’t you juggle a relationship and your career? The thoughts swirled around in his brain, making him almost physically ill until the sound of his mother’s voice interrupted his thought process.

“Someone who loves me got me this mug” Maggie read out loud, a giggle escaping her as she knew her son was sitting in his regret. She overheard the argument between you two this morning, no matter how much you tried to keep your voice down Jack’s deep voice carried throughout the house. The pouty look on his face and prominent eye-bags were also an immediate tell.

“She’s pretty pissed at me so I thought I’d remind myself that she still loves me” he flashed her a fake smile, trying his best to make a joke out of the situation as he usually did.

“I can’t exactly blame her” Maggie spoke to her son in a soft tone, knowing he was already upset from the fight that the two of you had. “Where is she right now?”

“With Neelam, working on some stuff” He sighed, “it’s not like I intended for the other place to fall through, and with filming the movie and the album dropping, I don’t see the rush. I just feel like it’s not fair for her to be upset about it” he nervously fidgeted in his chair, the wood cracking underneath his tall frame.

“It’s also not fair for you to expect her to agree with you on everything. She has to realize that with your career there are a lot of sacrifices that have to be made and you have to realize that not everything is always about you. Sometimes she just needs her feelings validated and heard” Brian chimed in as he started to wash off the dish he had used for breakfast.

“It’s a rarity but your dad’s right” Maggie teased, giving Brian a nod. This was a topic that both Maggie and Brian had already discussed privately, seemingly being able to feel your frustrations before Jack was aware of them.

“I know you want your own space, so what’s stopping you?” Maggie sat down with Jack at the kitchen table while Brian continued to wash what little dishes were in the sink. It had already been a little over a month, and while she was happy to have you both she knew the two of you needed your space.

“I just want things to be perfect. I already made her move from Atlanta to here and I don’t want us to end up in another place that doesn’t feel perfect” he avoided his mother's gaze, knowing she’d draw the entire truth out of him and he wasn’t sure if he was ready to admit it. He felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders and he just wished y/n would give him more grace.

“And what else?” Maggie was patient, knowing he’d get there eventually.

“I just don’t want to disappoint her. I feel like what I’m looking for in a place isn’t out there. Maybe we should’ve built a home?” He stretched his long legs out, becoming fidgety once again.

Brian shook his head, knowing Jack and his mother were alike in that aspect. It is always hard to be content when you want more and more and more.

Jack's phone vibrated, interrupting the conversation as he excused himself to answer it. “Hey baby, what’s going on?”

You did your best to put your eavesdropping of his acting lessons to work, frantically making your voice go up an octave as you lied about his jeep getting a flat tire. You both were sharing a car right now after selling yours before the move.

You hadn’t spoken to him in hours and he was still on edge but when he heard your worried voice on the other end his heart dropped. “I’ll be right there! Don’t worry, I’m on my way.”

Maggie and Brian looked at him curiously as he ran to get shoes on. “Can I borrow the car?” He was panicked and didn’t wait for an answer before running out of the door.

You shared your location with Jack and he showed up almost immediately surprised when he found you calmly sitting inside the jeep.

He pulled up beside you, confused as all four tires were fine. He got out of his parent’s car and knocked on the window, scaring you briefly before you got out of the car.

“I thought you had a flat?” His brow was furrowed, and a look of confusion spread across his face as he walked around the car to take a second look.

“I had a big strong man help me instead” you teased squeezing his bicep and pushing his buttons on purpose.

His cheeks became red in an instant, “stop playing with me. Why did you really call me down here?” He pulled you into his chest, rocking back and forth with you.

“Are you still grumpy?” You pouted, knowing he wasn’t as emotionally strong-willed as he’d like to think as you stroked his beard with your nails.

“Are you still bratty?” He joked, knowing both of you were full of emotions and regret.

“I hate fighting with you and I’m sorry” you blurted out knowing you hated the space you were in.

“I’m sorry too baby, but umm where are we?” He turned toward the apartment building.

“The landlord gave me the keys to a unit for an hour so we can tour it. If you don’t like it, that’s fine and we can keep looking. It looked nice online” You held the keys up in the air still giving him the same pouty face.

“Let’s go tour this place” he turned to his parents' car making sure it was locked with the click of a button before the two of you walked over to the empty apartment.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to start envisioning a life in it, expressing where the couches could go or what bedroom would be the office space but when Jack went silent on you, you were worried something had gone wrong.

You turned to him as he had gone quiet, he was leaning against the wall, watching admirably as you babbled about kitchen appliances, and taking mental note that you wanted a kitchen aid (preferably in lavender.)

“Do you not like it? We can keep looking, I have another viewing after this one. I was trying to be proactive but if you’re not sold on this place that’s okay too” You nervously rambled especially when he didn’t speak to you in return, even after all this time together his icy blues had that effect on you.

“I love you” he hummed, walking toward you as he threw his head back, a soft laugh escaping him. “I really, really love you” his hands explored your body as he pulled you into him.

“I love you too babe” You kissed him, pulling on his lip as you pulled away. You pushed his curls out of his face.

“Do you want another apartment or should we look at houses?” He wanted to know your honest opinion.

“Well this year, we will hardly be home and it’s just the two of us right now, so I think an apartment is perfect! But do you want to check the other one out to be sure?”

He nodded, knowing that was the responsible thing to do. “We are probably going to spend a lot of our time in LA this year with the movie” he reminded you.

“Neelam said about three or four months so that’s not bad and then we can tour in the fall, right?” You walked back to the cars holding hands, Jack had become less concerned about who saw you two and you followed his lead.

“Nail tech drops the 18th so I have to finish that music video this week and we have the Turks and Caicos trip at the beginning of March” he was trying to remember everything important, but wore his stress on his face.

“I remember, I have your schedule. Don’t worry about it” You pushed the same stray curl out of his face, as he opened the jeep car door for you.

You had no idea what made him decide to actually take a vacation, you had hopes your convincing had something to do with it or maybe because life was about to be incredibly hectic he decided he deserved it. You were surprised when he took Drake's offer to come, and even more surprised when he asked you to come with him.

So imagine your surprise when you find out the real reason he invited you on this trip…. 💍

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complete-clownery · 3 months

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Okay I wont get to work on this any longer tonight so imma just post this

So this morning I have realised some stuff about my Macaque home hc

So first of all you can see the human disguised Macaque with Bai He,

and so Bai He wasnt there or "planed into the house" three days ago, but I decided that, that just wont do, I want her with Macaque, so im going to have to go back and alter my original ideas so it would fit the concept of Bai He also living there with Macaque (I have quit a lot of ideas for that, but ill get to them when I have the time)

But its not the main reason I wanted to talk about this even with half finished ideas under constructuion in my head

The big thing you already saw the random old lady and the antic Store/shop, so its no suprise im going to talk about that a for a bit,,, not a lot tho cuz I dont really got the energy for this

Soo--- She does not have a name, but Ill work on that, shes not fully thougt out, but nothing really when it comes to my ideas and headcanons (its kinda like eating halfbaked dough)

so shes 73 years old divorced lady running a little antic shop in the outer cirkles of Megapolis. I was thinking maybe it was her who originally selled the whole building to Macaque and rented the free space under the dojo.

She has a daughter and a grandkid (didn't decide on gender yet)

Shes kinda inspired by @/ladygreenfrisbee's oc in the fanfiction sunbreak, a snarky but sweet old lady whos not taking any shit from the brooding, shadow the hedgehog wannabe.

When she was younger she worked in a Museum in Megapolis, working with antient historical artifacts and megical weapons, but she pretty much knew everything about anything in there, with history and old stories being one of her passions,

Thus after she retired she decided to open and antic store. Even tho its an antic store, she can be one of those people that you bring an old piece of furniture or object in and they can tell you if its legit or not. She is also willing to trade and buy stuff from you if its to her likings. She's fair and not a con artist, she has just enough money for herself and thats completely fine by her, shes a simple woman when it comes to living.

She has a ton of degrees, Dr. And Phd tytels and what nots, extreamly smart and knows a lot about history and mytology and different eras of the past, making it easier for her and Macaque to connect over old stuff.

Also I was thinking, even tho she couldnt tell that Macaque was the Six Eared Macaque himself, she knew that they were wearing glamours, She studied artifects and worked with demons who were experts on the field of magics and glamours, she knows her shit

And even tho She had a decent relationshipp with Macaque I dont think Macaque would willingly let her see his true form, maybe after he was very exhausted, and injured after a fight they couldnt hold it up and were like-- fuck it who cares (maybe it was after the final fight with LBD) and she obviously knew who they were imidietly seeing his Six ears (that even tho he let her see one time hé continued to glamour like he would usually, only letting go of their human disguise)

So after that she would start asking him a whole lot of questions about the past and what was it like, carefully avoiding the questions involving the great sage equal to heaven, cuz she knew what happend from jttw

But yeah Macaque found it funny how a child and an old lady are looking at him with similar shimmer to their eyes as they interrogate him on the past

She loves a good tea and has her own little blends that calm the nerves and ease muscle pain and stuff like that. After She and Macaque became more friendly with eachother she gifted them some tea that helps him fall asleep better and relax. Macaque checked them for poison twice and couldnt find anything, but still wasnt willing to drink from them until he had a very fucked up breakdown yippeee ✌️

After Macaque lived there for some years they somewhat warmed up to eachother, they would hold little tea paties and talk about stuff (annoying husbands and divorce) after Bai He started living with Macaque these tea parties increased in numbers, sometimes the ladys grandchild joining in when Grandma was watching over them, maybe they get along well with Bai He, maybe they had a rocky begining to their friendshipp, but they warmed up to eachother and now are pretty good friends (maybe, ill think about it more)

BUT!!! this was it for now its already 2:40 am and im waking up at 6:40 so even tho I have more to say ill be going now

Bye thank you for reading ✌️☺️

#clowning ∆#clown does art #lego monkey kid macaque #lego monkey kid #lego monkey kid oc #lmk headcanon #lmk bai he #lmk #lmk oc

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king-krisu · 9 months

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A lot of random stuff/lore he said from the webinar because guess who took NOTES (these are all in order of appearance so sorry if they seem a bit scattered lol):

The photos are all stuff he sent in himself lol

His first ever debit card was an Uuno Turhapuro one (I couldn't find photos but that's what mans said)

They moved to Ruskeasanta when he was in the third grade

His mom used to work in a bank so he's been taught about financial stuff from a young age (but according to him he "forgot" a lot of it in his teens and became more like his father lol)

He used to sing in a school choir and did school plays, and after a while he found himself really liking performing

He used to get so nervous before gigs that he was shaking, and now he feels he can't perform without a proper audience (as in he feeds off audience reactions and at ESC was more nervous for rehearsals where there was no audience)

The interviewer asked if he gets nervous from something else nowadays, and he mentioned maybe being nervous about meeting the president on independence day (see: Linnan Juhlat)

His first ever summer job was at his grandparents hotel in Laukaa, where he used to mow lawns and make the beds etc for 5€/h lol

All the money he made from that job was wasted on a trip to Ayia Napa with his friends 💀

He used to be really late in the game and asked about available summer jobs in the last days of spring/first days of summer

Since his parents used to sacrifice a lot in order to get the kids new hockey gear or whatever was needed, he now has dreams of providing for his family as a way to say thank you (he mentioned his father eating scarcely for a month bcs he'd use his money on the kids, and how Mikke has also helped him pay rent etc when he was struggling financially and also during pre-UMK prep when he didn't have time to work)

When asked about school and dream jobs he mentioned applying to become an Interior architect but he didn't get in, and for a long time he also dreamed of becoming a P.E. Teacher (cursed). He also again mentioned his degree in interior design (at high school level, we call it ammattikoulu aka vocational school)

They referenced a study about finnish people mostly only planning their finances a month ahead, and he said he's already looking at his retirement plans and how to fund it. He's using the merch company money for his retirement fund, as well as other various sources, which he's splitting 4 ways (including Mikke) with the people involved. Overall his company (which he started in February and owns with his producer 50/50) pays the salaries of 7 different people with varying amounts/frequencies, and he said a lot of the tour money goes to the company to keep it afloat

Before UMK he used to photoshop house/apartment photos for Mikke (who's a photographer), as well as sell kitchens (and apparently also design them to some extent)

He used to have 5.5k followers on IG before UMK

He started gambling at 15 (it used to be legal from 15 years old in Finland until some time ago)

He moved out at 18-19 years old, and he had to quit his job quite soon after due to his illness. He lived on a lot of Kela (social sec) money, and was also helped by his family a lot

He mentioned often being anxious over his financial situation when he was younger, and was well aware that gambling isn't the best way to use money. He hopes to one day be given the opportunity to do speeches in schools etc in order to teach kids about financial security (aka do as I say not as I do lol)

Hes always lived in rented apartments, but his dream is to own his own house one day (he mentioned maybe doing it next year already)

He used to have an ASP-account (an account where you save 10% of the price of your first home and you get better loan deals) with at the most 12k€ but he had to empty it (he didn't mention what for)

When he told his family he was gonna apply for UMK and was gonna quit his job to focus on the music/preparations, Mikke said "let's make you a star" and supported him financially during that time (also his parents and grandparents helped)

He mentioned that in the future he might decline gigs if the money offered is too low, because for example 5k means he gets left with nothing because it's shared with 5-7 different people, and he says even if it means touring less he doesn't want people around him to lose money ("It's an unfortunate reality, but it's the choices you have to make as an artist if you want to be lucrative/worthwhile")

When asked about the Euro tour he mentioned (very strained I might add) that "some things" happened and he's not gonna be left with any money from it, if he'd known beforehand how it was gonna go he wouldn't do it. He was excited to see how it goes but he said he's more interested in people coming to Finland to support our economy, instead of him going abroad [and leaving the money there]

Also NEW MUSIC 15.9

#käärijä #jere pöyhönen #cha cha cha #käärijä talouskoulu #sorry this was a lot lol

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randombookposts · 5 months

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Canaan University Au

Ok I thought of a college au for the locked tomb a awhile ago but I never bothered to write it down until now. Anyways I think they would all go to this imaginary university in New Zealand and it’s like the first book but with a lot less murder. Here’s what I think each house would study

Judith- Criminal justice major. Huge stickler for rules and doing homework. If she’s not in the gym reading a textbook while doing push-ups, she’s in the library getting into a heated debate with a Corona. Had a huge crush on Marta and went to the same college as her to hangout, just getting over it, may or may not have feelings for Corona, maybe.

Marta- In law school, was a mentor to Judith when she was in high school and that’s how they know each other. Gently turned Judith down but they’re still friends and study together sometime. Is the DD at every party.

Corona: Majoring in marketing with a minor in fashion merchandising. Doesn’t do great on tests but aces every presentation. President of her sorority. Can and will gaslight frat boys. Everyone wants her but she only has eyes for the stuck up criminal justice major.

Ianthe- Management major with a minor in maybe finance. Commits tax fraud and gets away with it. Sometimes does Corona’s homework for her. Doxxes people online (mostly Babs), smokes in the dorm hallways. Flirts with Harrow during their study sessions, which Harrow ignores.

Naberius- Economics major, and major fuck boy. Makes thirst traps and is doxxed. Hangs out with the twins even though they bully him. Doesn’t do shit during group projects. Will get a job at his dads company post graduation.

Jeannemary and Isaac don’t go to college but are tutored by Abigail at her house. They just silly teens who experiment with makeup and clothes to find their look. Talk loudly about anime in the school hallways. A little cringe but they’re doing their best.

Abigail- Anthropology professor and is really cool. Tough grader but genuinely loves her students and shares trivia with them. Brings donuts to test days. Will accidentally derail class to talk about books or her husband. If one of her students brings up one of the incredibly niche topics she likes, she will talk about it for hours.

Magnus- Not a teacher but visits Abigail's classes often. Nice guy, helps look after Jeannemary and Isaac. I'm not sure what he would do as a job, maybe chef or stay at home husband lol. Regardless, he's the one making all the meals.

Palamedes- Pre-med, wants to become a doctor so he can save Dulcinea save people. Smartest guy in the room always, a go to for anyone struggling with their biology homework. Has a friendly rivalry with Harrow (it's more rivalry than friendly for Harrow but she grows fond of him over time). Is the one derailing class with philosophical debates.

Camilla- Physics major, too cool for you. Really into sports, just not sure which, like gymnastics or soccer or rugby or fencing. Works hard but actually remembers to eat and sleep too. Probably in student government as well. Her and Palamedes are attached at the hip, they later get an apartment together and that's where all the main hangouts with the other characters happen.

Dulcinea- Suffers from chronic illness and focuses her life on learning and traveling rather than getting a traditional job. She's got multiple degrees in stuff like literature, philosophy, and art history. She is active on social media and has a blog, and sells crocheted animals on Etsy. Became mutuals with Pal and Camilla on social media and they met up later when they went off to college.

Protesilaus- Dulcie's caretaker, helps her with her medical stuff. Becomes like a cool uncle figure to her and her friends. Hangs out a lot with Ortus and they share poetry.

Silas- Double major in theology and philosophy. Freaky teen prodigy who graduated high school early and attends university. Little shit who people are either freaked out by or straight up just don't like him. Will snitch on anyone for anything he doesn't like. Really only friends with Colum.

Colum- Silas' nephew, but way older than him, weird dynamic. Not in school but drives Silas to his classes and Silas lives with him during the school year instead of in the dorms. Nice guy, looks out for Silas' well being the best he can but tries to keep him from being too nasty to others.

Harrow- Double major in theology and archeology. Studies at all hours and forgets to eat and sleep. Local cryptid. Autistic with special interests in religion and burial rituals. Went to Catholic school and had a suffocating home life. Trying to grapple with that as she starts to navigate adult life. Also trying to mend her relationship with Gideon after being so harsh in her younger years.

Gideon- Kinesiology major, butch vibes to the max. Does swordfighting and weight training in her down time. Has kissed both Ianthe and Corona at some point, though it never went anywhere after that. Wears her sunglasses at all times even in class. Finds the worst fashions from thrift stores and wears them to piss Harrow off. Grew up with Harrow in a foster home Harrow's parents ran and also attended Catholic school with her but they rarely interacted beyond antagonizing each other. Reconnected after being randomly assigned roommates. Now they're buddies and hang out alongside the 3rd and 6th, (also the 2nd and Dulcie sometimes too). They all do stupid shit together like sing karoke off key and hit up Taco Bell at 2am after binge watching movies.

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Bruised

Part 5

summary: You live in your car or a hotel, you sell your body to men for money, but got accidentally pregnant by the only one Alan Munson(Eddies dad). He was in jail before, for the same thing he did to you. But lucky he has a son who cares and helps you out.

Warings: 18+ (all parts), throwing up, birth, blood, emotional people

You’re leaning above the toilet throwing up the food that you ate this evening. Eddie is holding your hair and rubs your back. It was already two months ago when Eddie and you ate by bennys burgers and did the baby shopping. Your morning sickness got worser but you loved to feel the little one kicking sometimes. Besides you just needed a couple weeks before giving birth.

“Just a couple weeks to go baby, I know it’s simple saying that for me but you’ll survive it sweetheart” Eddie kisses your shoulder.

“t-towel” you throw up again and Eddie turns around to get a towel from the counter.

“hire” Eddie gives it. “You’re feeling good again.?”

“a little”

“Ill put a bucket next to your bed, yeah?” Eddie kisses your head and grabs one.

“thanks” you wipe off your mouth and you walk into the kitchen.

“You okay kid?” Wayne had walked in behind you and looks worried.

“oh shit, did I wake you up?” You look at him.

“no its fine, just wanted to be sure you’re okay”

“I’m alright, thanks” you grab a cup and you fill it with water.

“Okay, try get some sleep yeah?” Wayne grabs the door handle of his room again.

“I will, good night” you wave.

“Good night” he smiles quickly and disappears in his room. You drink the water and you up the cup down after, then you walk back into the bedroom and Eddie is already laying down. You smile turning the light off and you lay down next to him.

“You seen the bucket?” Eddie looks at you with his brown doe eyes.

“yes” you nod kissing his nose.

“If you’re getting sick you wake me up, yes?”

“You don’t have t-“

“yes?” He interrupts.

“okay okay” you smile, hes so sweet and takes such good care of you all the time. You cuddle up to him and you fall asleep again.

—the next day—

“Can I?” You smile gently putting the beer down you got for Eddie.

“Yeah sure” Eddie nods.

“I mean… maybe you should put this sentence hire and this one hire…” you draw lines on the paper Eddie is trying to write a new song on. You’re with the band in Jeffs garage with all the instruments. That’s were they always practice.

“Yeah that will work I guess”Eddie looks at the paper.

“Ey I think I’ve got something you guys” Gareth brights up.

“let us hear it” Jeff looks at him.

“alright” Gareth grabs his drumsticks and starts playing in a rhythm, it sounded good. After Gareth played it he looks back at you all.

“Yeah that will totally work with the thing I wrote” Grand says.

“go play it together” you smile.

“yes Lets do that” Gareth nods. Eddie suddenly grabs your hips and pulls you towards him on his lap. You look at him trying to get up.

“I’m heavy” you sigh as Eddie pulls you down again. In meanwhile the other boys started playing together.

“you’re heavier then you way months ago but that’s totally obvious with this beauty in your belly” Eddie lays his hand on your belly.

“fine” you lay your hand on his. You notice Eddie started drinking and smoking more, you assume he’s worried about you and the baby.

“but you need to sleep, I’ll tell the boys to be silent when we go upstairs, yeah?” Eddie gives a kiss on your cheek.

“okay” you nod getting up with a little bit help from Eddie.

“guys y/n is gonna sleep” Eddie says loudly so they stop playing.

“good night!” Gareth smiles laying his drumsticks down.

“Sleep well, also for you” Jeff looks down at your belly.

“bye” grand smiles. Eddie kisses your hand and you wave at them all.

“see you in the morning guys” you walk out and into Jeffs house, his mom was home but she said he could have a sleep over, she was really nice.

“I got you something, most of the stuff is not used and I bought it for you” she gives your a box full of baby toys and clothes. “I just wanted to do something nice”

“for me?” You smile exited.

“for your baby actually” she winks.

“Right” you chuckle. “Thank you so much” you go through the stuff, finding multiple outfits, toys, pacifiers and other stuff.

“no problem darling, just let it stand hire on the kitchen and we’ll put it in Eddies van tomorrow.

“Thank you” you say again.

“No problem, Don’t worry about throwing up or something everything can in the washing machine” she smiles.

“the floor can’t”

“but I can clean it up, you know what I mean” she winks.

“Okay okay”

“And if you’re tired of the guys you can always sleep in my room” you nod and walk upstairs.

“good night miss”

“good night sweetheart” she waves with a smile. You were so lucky you met such nice people, you were so happy about Mary, your coworkers and the boys.

After brushing your teeth you lay down on a mattress on the ground in Jeff’s room with your pyjamas on. You hear the boys still play and you tied to fall asleep.

—around 3 am—

You wake up from some cramps and the feeling you needed to pee. You open your eyes and get up to see everyone sleeping except for Eddie. You probably woke him up.

“sorry” you whisper. “I need to pee”

“It’s okay” Eddie whispers back. You walk out of the room and into the bathroom.

. “Hey Eddie?” Gareth looks at him.

“oh you’re awake too?” Eddie looks at him back.

“yeah, is y/n okay?” He whispered.

“Yeah I think so” Eddie sits up placing his hand in a wet spot. “What the-“

“what’s wrong?”

“it’s wet hire” Eddie looks down.

“Did she pee or-..” Gareth says after realizing it in the same time as Eddie.

“fuck her water broke” Eddie gets up as fast as possible. Gareth follows him and they both rush into the bathroom seeing you already pushing.

“E-Eddie …p-please help…” you are all sweaty and out of breath.

“O my god, why didn’t you call for us?” Eddie sits down next to you immediately holding your hand.

“should I call a ambulance? Or wake Jeff’s mom up?” Gareth asks in panic.

“Both!!!” Eddie looked so scared. Gareth nods and walks out of the bathroom. Eddie looks back at you and lift your head up and lays your head on his lap.

“it’s gonna be okay sweetheart” Eddie was drunk and high but still acting fine, he got kinda used to all the weed.

“Help Eddie…” you whisper.

“just keep pushing baby” he was definitely trying to stay calm but that didn’t last long…

“Eddie? Gareth? Where are y-“ Jeff walks the bathroom in. “HOLY SHIT”

“I KNOW. WHAT DO I DO?” Eddie couldn’t hold it anymore. “What do I need to do baby?” Eddie looks down at you.

“UH, I DONT KNOW!! I GET MY CAR” Jeff runs out of the bathroom and bumbs into his mom.

“no Jeff you can’t drive her now, she’s already giving birth” She walks into the bathroom. “Give a towel Gareth” Gareth walks into the bathroom and grabs a towel.

“two?” He grabs them.

“Uh.. yes” She takes it from Gareth.

“What can I do miss.?” Eddie looks at his mom.

“You just let her break your hand” She smiles.

“that’s pretty boring, can’t I do something other then that?” Eddie looks at you.

“shut up.” You snap between the breaths. Eddie was definitely surprised by your reaction and nods after swallowing.

“Jeff grab a scissor make sure it’s good cleaned” His mom ordered.

“okay” He grabs a scissor and washes it with water.

“no dude do it with.. like-..” Gareth grabs a bottle “this, you don’t wanna have bacteria on it”

“right.”

“What the hell is happening..” Grand looks at you all, he slept the most of Yall.

“Y/n is giving birth, uh.. can you wait downstairs for the doctor?” Gareth looks at him.

“Yes, okay” Grand walks out again.

“okay, tell me if this isn’t cold anymore Eddie” Gareth lays a soaked cold towel over you and that felt so good.

“no Gareth leave her” Eddies hand is grabbing the towel but you slam his hand away.

“see, she likes it” Gareth smiles.

“Almost, just keep pushing sweetie”his mom says.

“IM TRYING!” You snap again.

“Ouch” Eddie pulls his hand away.

“EDDIE” you grab his hand again.

“SORRY” He looks panicked. This situation was crazy.

“WHERE IS THE FUCKING DOCTOR” Jeff panicks. You were kinda in your own world and forgot everything, the only thing you knew is you need to keep pushing.

You wake up from your thoughts from a loud crying sound.

“I’ve got him, you did a great job sweetheart” You were just laying on the ground still processing what just happened.

“Eddie you can cut the navelcord.” She smiles. Eddie nods and lifts your head gently up and lays it on a towel instead of his lap. “Scissors Jeff”

“hire” everyone was silent the only thing you could hear was the crying sounds of your newborn. Jeff gives the scissors and Eddie cuts it carefully.

“I-i…” Eddie starts crying having the baby in his arms.

“Awh” Jeff his mom rubs Eddie back.

“hire” Eddie whispers giving you your son carefully.

“a boy” you whisper.

“Yes..” Eddie nods wiping his tears. But when you bursted out in tears he couldn’t hold his own anymore.

“uh… congratulations guys” Jeff says still confused and looks at the baby.

“Thanks” Eddie sobs out and looks at him.

“let’s give them a minute alone boys.” Gareth, Jeff and his mom get up leaving the room in silence.

“He’s gorgeous” Eddie kisses your head and rubs your back. You sit up and get comfortable.

“I know..” you sob.

“I can’t wait to see his eyes” Eddie smiles while crying. You don’t know why but the little boy stopped crying, he probably fell asleep.

“He’s lazy” you chuckle a little with the tears in your eyes.

“He’s got that from you” Eddie chuckles too.

“he’s got your dads dark curls” you smile.

“you don’t like that.?”

“I like it, you have them too” you look up at Eddie, he wipes your tears away and kisses your nose.

“I was so fucking scared” Eddie starts crying again.

“me too” you nod. “But we survived it, because of Jeff’s mom, if she wasn’t home I wouldn’t have survived I guess, with you dumb guys skipping school and biology” you roll your eyes.

“Gareth doesn’t skip biology tho” Eddie smiles.

“I noticed, he was the only one who atleast knew about the scissors and he stayed calm” you both look at the door open.

“hire” Jeff’s mom gives some diapers.

“Thank you” you smile taking them. When she walks out you put the diapers on.

“Fuck. We need a name..”

“fuck.” You look at him with big eyes.

“That’s not a problem, what was the name you told me last week?”

“Elias.?”

“yes, that one, I like that one” Eddie smiles looking at the little baby. You look at Eddie noticing he was looking at your son.

“you wanna hold him again?”

“please” he nods and You give Eddie the newborn carefully.

“fuck, he’s really a combination between my dad and you… I wish he looked more like you”

“he’s perfect Eds” you lay your head on his shoulder.

“he has my dads curls”

“makes him look like you too” you whisper, the vibe was still very emotional and special.

—40 minutes later—

“your kid is very healthy luckily” the doctor smiles.

“Thank you miss” you sigh with relief. When the doctor came she helped you with pushing some other shit out. Also she gave you some help with feeding and you learned if he don’t burb after he’ll throw up. Now Elias is sleeping in his ‘dads’ arms.

“Please let us know if you think something is wrong” you nod and with that Jeff’s mom walks her back to the front door. You were exhausted right now.

“I wanna sleep” you sob. You’re laying in the room of Jeff’s mom, it’s 5 pm and she told you she wasn’t sleepy anymore.

“that’s fine, is it okay if i take Elias with me to the boys.?” Eddie sits next to you.

“yes but do not be too loud, let him sleep”

“I will baby, if he wakes up I’ll just come over and gelty wake you up to feed him” he kisses your forehead.

“thank you for everything today Eddie” you give him a kiss on his cheek.

“yeah ofcourse babe, i love you” Eddir waves and walks out.

Eddie walks into Jeff’s room with the boys waiting impatiently.

“okay you’ve gotta be really silent and careful guys but… meet Elias.” Eddie sits down on one of the mattresses. The rest sit around them.

“What color eyes does he have?” Gareth looks at Elias.

“we don’t know yet” Eddie looks at him too.

“His hands a feed are adorable Eddie” Grand holds one of his little hand, he didn’t expect the baby to grab his finger.

“Yeah now he gots you” Eddie chuckles.

“his strong, Jesus” Grand smiles.

“how is y/n doing” Jeff asks.

“she’s fine, just really tired.”

“and they are both healthy?” Gareth smiles.

“mhm” Eddie nods.

“Should I get the box from downstairs and should we dress him? I mean its February, not that warm”

“Yeah that’s a good idea Grant” Eddie looks at him getting up.

“alright I’ll get it” He walks out and the rest are still watching the little one.

“Hes also pretty much identical to you Eddie” Jeff smiles.

“y/n kinda said that too” Eddie chuckles softly. “You wanna hold him?”

“can I?” Jeff looks with big eyes.

“sure be just really careful” Jeff nods and Eddie hands him the baby carefully.

“he’s so tiny actually”

“yeah he is born 16 days early” Eddie shrugged his shoulders.

“How did that happen?”

“probably just happened, they don’t know” Eddie looks at the baby.

—3 hours later—

“baby, your son is hungry” Eddie shakes you gently. You wake up and rub your eyes. Eddie holds your crying son in his arms.

“Oh” you sit up and take the straps of your top down, you already ha don bra on so it was easy.

“also, his eyes opened” Eddie gently hand him to you.

“grey” you smile. Elias immediately starts drinking and looks at you with his teary eyes.

“I changed his diaper already by the way”

“you’re my hero, thank you Eddie” you kiss his cheek.

“I didn’t call Wayne cause he will rush over to hire, let’s just surprise him when he comes home” Eddie plays with your hair.

“okay” you nod. “You gave him clothes?” You smile looking at the onesie and little socks.

“he had a pyjama on” Eddie smiles.

“I see, suits him”

“he’s adorable, the boys love him”

“how could they not” you take his little tiny hand. “Go sleep Eds”

“you sure? What about Elias?”

“I’ll keep him with me” you look at him.

“Really?”

“really Eddie.” You kiss his nose “go sleep”

“thanks sweetheart” he gets up and walks out waving. You wave a little back as much as possible. When Eddie is gone you make some place next to you. You take away the blanket and pillow on the other side so Elias could lay there safely.

“you slept by daddy huh?” You talk to him silently.

“you’re a gorgeous little man” you stroke his hair. He has your grey eyes, Alan his hair and probably lips cause he has the same as Eddie. He was just adorable. You should call Mary tomorrow, and also your coworkers. Maybe you can invite them if Wayne and Eddie are okay with that.

After a little while Elias finished drinking, you let him burb and when he did you lay him next to you. He was already sleeping so that was pretty simple.

“hey” Jeff’s mom walks in.

“hi” you smile.

“tired?” She chuckled.

“is that so obvious?” You joke.

“just a little” she smiles. “I just wanna say I’m going to work, I’ll see you around and don’t forget to take your rest”

“I won’t forget, good luck at your work” you smile back.

“bye bye”

“bye!” You wave while she walks out. You lay back down and it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep too.

Sorry this part is short and I made it quickly. Thanks for you patience 🙏

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xenosagaepisodeone · 9 months

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the thing is though that these checklists don’t mean if you have BPD it is not allowed that you have nightmares / if you have CPTSD you are legally obligated to never experience impulsiveness etc etc; it’s not just “making stuff up” — though ig in the strictest sense yeah, first you make stuff up but then you test it and see if your hypotheses align with the population. Basically chances are if you meet 8/9 BPD criteria and some for CPTSD but not enough to meet the diagnostic standard (which afaik isn’t recognized just yet but i think they’re trying to get it recognized in the diagnostic manuals but correct me if i’m wrong) then it’s pretty likely you’re going to respond better to BPD treatment and ALSO if your practitioner completely ignores one diagnosis in favor of the other they’re probably not that good at their job. Psychology doesn’t speak in “rules” and absolutes, it speaks in trends and likelihoods and everyone trying to sell you a 100% true and immovable psychology fact is a sham

as someone who unfortunately has a degree in psychology (and whose undergrad began right as the infamous replication crisis became more widely acknowledged in the field), yes, historically a lot of this field is bias and hegemony imbued with some metric. when homosexuality was still classified as a mental disorder, the conversion therapy program by masters and johnson (who were like, some of the earliest pioneers of research into human sexual responses lmao) would often boast high success rates due to participants merely adopting signifiers of heterosexuality. the modern day pop psychology movement (and it's subfields, new ageism, self help books, uhhh Market Christianity) also cannot be disentangled from academic psychology, which further bends the way in which people understand and interact with psychological phenomena. this of course does not mean that all data is junk data, or that methods of measurement are without some rigor, or that therapy is completely useless, but it's just patently incorrect to insist that this field is even predominantly an apolitical force attempting to further our understanding of human beings. it's bizarre that you acknowledge that credentialized individuals in the field can be flawed while also being uncritical of psychological categorization for mental illness.

It's not that I don't get what you're saying, but it's not reflective of reality. yes, I know that practitioners are supposed to help you feel out your symptoms and see what treatment works for you, but that isn't just what they're doing (assuming it's even being done with care and competence). it's inaccurate to insist that psychology doesn't speak in absolutes- I know that we are taught not to do this, but for any social science related field this is the equivalent of going "stop hitting yourself". in any practical real-world setting where accredited institutional psychology is present, there are rules. in a clinical setting, there are rules, and you can be inpatiented against your will for breaking those rules (or recently here in canada, randomly stripped of your driver's license). in neuromarketing (<- yes this is a real discipline.), which is intensively oriented towards results due to the profit incentive, there are rules. the conditions of release for many offenders necessitates staying on court-mandated medication or participating in specific programs. when H.B. Phrenology from The Heritage Foundation wheels out his thousandth manicured study on crime and race (and when a different journal publishes a study indirectly debunking it), that is him tacitly acknowledging that there are rules.

anyway did I ever tell you guys that in my first year at University of Toronto (UTSC campus baybee) they brought in a guest speaker to my abnormal psych course who gave us a lengthy talk on how autogynephilia theory is objectively true. this was like 2013ish maybe 2014 btw.

#asks #anonymous

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t-h-i-n-g · 2 years

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Hello im R

Can you write a fic for Hermione Granger? Just any fic for her basically :)

These Moments

a/n: MIONE MY LOVE MY HONEY MY BABY ILL DO ANYTHING FOR HER. sell my soul? considerate done. jump off a cliff? ill do it in my sleep. get stranded in the Sahara desert? psh childs play. anwho- ty for requesting! i wrote most of this at like 1 am so sorry if it's a little wonky in some spots. but just know 1 am me is such a sap.

word count: 1.1k

summary: you wish moments like these would last forever.

warning: NOTHIN BUT FLUFF

hp - masterlist m.masterlist

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The silence of the Gryffindor common room was soothing. The usual hustling and bustling was at a surprising all time low. Where the fellow students wandered off to? You didn't know, nor did you care. All that mattered for the moment was Hermione's hair threading through your fingers.

Sitting on a couch, a pillow rested on your lap. And on top of that rested Hermione. A book in her hands while she was propped up on the cushion. Her legs took up the remainder of the couch, covered with a blanket you had given her for Christmas this past year. The fireplace casted light throughout the room. Allowing her to dive into the endless world of fiction she held in her grasp.

However Moine found it slightly difficult to focus with the constant brushing of your fingernails across her scalp. Her eyelids subconsciously fell shut now and then. The sound of your steady breaths and the crackling from the fireplace lulling her to sleep.

But she wouldn't give in. Snapping her eyes open she attempted once more to scan over the small black text. Resting the book now on her stomach, bringing her gaze down with it.

You watched her quietly. Your own book having been swept to the side onto the arm of the couch when a curious feather-like touch brushed against the back of your hand. Which was how you ended up here. Half an hour later and not a simple word was spoken in the room. Times like these were your favorite.

When it was just you and her. The boys going off by themselves to do who knows what. To go be their dumb selves per usual. Maybe deciding to hex Malfoys toothpaste to make it taste like rotten eggs or something. Once again you didn't necessarily care what it was. For the fact you had any time at all alone with Hermione was a blessing itself.

The two of you both had constant school work to attend everyday (hers being more of the stuff she works ahead on and extra credits). As well as saving the wizarding world, what felt like every single day of your life was a constant worry and took up plenty of time in your week too.

Which was why you were grateful for these moments. Not having to worry about any care at all. Only caring about and focusing on her. Sure you were able to see her throughout the day. At lunch, in classes, or passing one another in the hallway. But she had a different aura when a comfortable silence aromed the air. Her face relaxes and she allows herself to be off guard and vulnerable with you. The mask that everyone knows as the golden student Hermione Granger comes off to reveal a tired, quiet girl.

Not to say she wasn't verbal. Of course she always speaks her mind and stands up for what's right but having to constantly stick up to irritating individuals on a daily basis wears on a person. Like everyone else she needs some time to recharge and she likes to spend that time with you. Just basking in your presence. Either it be in the library or your room. She found comfort in having you there when she needs it. The quiet reassurance that you would listen if she wanted you to. You would talk if she wanted you to. You would hold her if she needed you to. Anything. She could ask for anything and you would try your damned hardest to give it to her.

And you know she would do the same for you. All the times she's rubbed your back soothingingly when you bombed a test you studied so hard on. Or when Draco decided to be more of an arsehole than he usually was to you, she would be there to fire down his insults.

Which is why as the sky grows darker and the stars show through the windows you don't excite for the time of enjoyment coming to a close.

You took in the darting of her eyes. How she fought to keep them open in a silent battle.

"How about we head up to bed, love," you offered quietly. You wish you could stay here just a moment longer but with Hermione half asleep this was probably the best option. It was getting late and Snape had an important lecture scheduled early in the morning anyway.

Shutting her book she tilted her head to look up into your eyes. They were also fatigued with the wanting of sleep. Staring into them a second more before Hermione let out a huff through her nose and sat up. Dragging a hand down her face while you tossed the pillow to the side and stood.

You held a hand out to her. She then planted her feet on the cold tiles of the common room. Taking your outstretched limb with hers as well as dragging her blanket in her other. Hermione grumbled quietly as you both made your way up the steps. Saying something about how potions were stupid and that this week was tiring enough.

You huffed out a breathy laugh beside her. Placing a hand on the small of her back to keep coaxing her forward. You held the dormitory’s door open for her. Hermoine shuffled by slowly, flopping down onto her bed without a sound.

Letting out a snort you crouched beside her. Brushing away the strands of hair that fell onto her face. She smiled at you lazily. Humming softly to herself at the warmth of your palm on her cheek.

Leaning across the side of the bed you planted a quick kiss to her lips and wished her a good night. Once standing again your hands went to the air, stretching out your back. A pull was felt on your pant leg when you went to retreat to your own bed. You looked down at Hermione with a quirked brow. She scooted across her sheets to make room, patting the empty space while she slid under the covers.

“Do you not remember what happened last time?” you jokingly asked. Hermione rolled her eyes. Recalling the last time you slept in the same bed and woke up with the other girls in the dormitory surrounding you. Staring at you like wide eyed owls. “Who knows maybe they’ll actually tell someone this time,” you muttered, plopping yourself down onto the pillows.

Hermoine shuffled closer. Resting her head on your arm as your legs instinctively tangled together.

“You’re McGonagall’s favorite. She’s not going to mind,” Hermoine stated, settling into your side. You hummed in response with an arm wrapping around her shoulders. Your fingers settling once again to run across her scalp. Her breaths grew slowly and more heavy. The crease of her brow disappearing as her mouth partially opened, cheek squished against you.

“If we get in trouble I’m blaming you,” you mumbled, eyes slowly following her actions. Falling shut to drift into the void of sleep.

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kleenexwoman · 3 months

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I'm finally getting out of my fog and writing again!

Naturally, I'm writing about brain chemicals more. This time it's Steve and Eddie, and there might be a surprise mentally ill guest star I will make you feel unexpectedly bad for. (@thorniest-rose you are literally the mortal inspiration for me writing this all tbh)

Sneak preview:

Billy oozes by Eddie’s locker after lunch, and Eddie expects him to say something about Steve, but he doesn’t.

“Need some white heat,” is Billy’s opening line.

“Dude, your dealer in Los Angeles might know what the fuck you mean, but you gotta be a little more specific with us hicks,” Eddie says. “That could be, like, anything.”

“Nose candy, moron.” Billy rolls his eyes.

“Are you fuckin–” Eddie stuffs his books into his locker and lowers his voice. “What are you, a narc? You can’t just buy cocaine off me in the hallway, idiot!”

“I’m so bored, man,” Billy whines. “What, do I gotta come to your special little goblin rock in the woods or whatever for anything halfway decent?”

“Look,” Eddie says. “It’s pizza day. I have oregano, ‘cause the pizza here is basically grilled cheese, and then I have antacids so you can concentrate in class. And I have some aspirin for girls on their periods. If you want anything more interesting than that, you gotta come to my place.”

“I thought you delivered,” Billy says.

“You can walk to my place,” Eddie points out. “I don’t deliver when I can hear you blasting Speedwagon across the park.”

“There’s nothing wrong with Speedwagon,” Billy says.

“Didn’t say there was,” Eddie says. “I’m just saying, you can walk. Or drive, or whatever.”

“Fine,” Billy says, and points at him. “Five-thirty, sharp.”

“Yeah, whatever, man,” Eddie says as Billy walks off.

Whatever. He’ll be at home or he won’t. It’s not like Billy has that much money, not unless Hagan is sending him to get the drugs, which seems like a reversal of dynamic on their part. But the world has changed, who knows what bright new social order blah blah.

It’s a little more of a surprise when Eddie closes his locker ten seconds later and Nancy Wheeler, of all people, is standing there.

“I don’t sell study pills to bitches,” Eddie says.

“Yeah, I’m fine on the… study pills,” Nancy says, wrinkling up her nose like she’s not going to be slamming Mother’s Little Helpers come her frosh year of U of C or wherever the fuck she thinks she’s headed. “It’s about Steve.”

Eddie points at himself, then at Nancy, then raises his eyebrows.

“Please, please don’t sell him anything,” Nancy says.

Eddie angles his whole body towards the retreating Billy, looks back to Nancy, back to Billy, shakes his head, and then turns back to Nancy.

“That’s Billy over there,” Eddie says, “unless I’m very much mistaken.”

“I saw you sitting with him at lunch,” Nancy says.

“Yeah, well, nobody else was,” Eddie says. “Can I go to class now, hall monitor, or do we need to take this to the interrogation chamber?”

“I’m just saying that he’s been through a really hard time,” Nancy says, and raises her hands defensively, “and yes, I know I was part of that–”

“So you understand the unfeasibility, nay, the pure absurdity of your negotiating position here,” Eddie says.

“–but just because we’re broken up doesn’t mean I don’t care about him,” Nancy says. “I mean, six kids? Who has that many children in one lifetime?”

“Mormons?” Eddie blinks slowly. “I’m sorry. Are you coming to me to ask me not to engage in the commerce that is my trade, or are we discussing birth control now?”

“I’m saying that it’s probably unethical for you to target Steve for, like, drug-selling reasons when he’s just been through a really bad weekend,” Nancy says. “So please? Like, please? I don’t want to have to call his parents and explain why their son is in a straitjacket at Central State Hospital.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have called the guy ‘bullshit’ in front of all his friends then,” Eddie chirps. He opens his locker door, shoves his math book inside, and rattles it around for a few seconds just to make a point. “Seems like anything I’m gonna do after that is just gravy.”

“Look,” Nancy says from behind the locker door. “It wasn’t my best moment.”

“It wasn’t,” Eddie agrees. “Neither is this. But I’m willing to do you a favor and forget it.”

“But I’m really serious,” Nancy says. “You have no idea how much harm it could do–”

“Rule One of the Munson Doctrine.” Eddie slams his locker. “Do not give opinions or advice unless you are asked.”

“What?” Nancy tilts her head forward in that way smart girls do when they’re not sure if they’re hearing you wrong or they just think you’re stupid.

“Ethics,” Eddie says. “You mentioned ethics. I have ethics, and I’m sorry they don’t line up with yours, but that’s a big one. Rule Eight: Do not complain about that which you need not subject yourself.”

“Those are the Satanic Rules of the Earth,” Nancy says slowly. “I saw Anton LaVey on Geraldo too, y’know.”

“Okay, you got me.” Eddie throws up his hands. “Twenty bucks and I won’t sell anything to Steve this week. Are you happy?”

“Fine.” Nancy visibly sets her jaw, like she wasn’t the one just accusing Eddie of preying on the weak-minded for sport and profit, and digs a crumpled twenty out of her purse. “Thank you. I really appreciate this.”

“And I appreciate making a sale without even having to move any product,” Eddie says, stuffing the money into his pocket. “Break up with a few more guys, and I might be able to get into Warhammer.”

#steddie #steddie fic #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #billy hargrove #steve harrington #anton lavey #satanism #tw drugs

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nothing0fnothing · 2 months

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Hey! So I have some lived experience in being poor and mentally ill I had to learn the hard way in my adulthood after growing up with abusive neglectful narcissistic parents. Maybe it will help someone else.

1. Instant pot. Crock pot. Rice cooker. You only need one, but all 3 are versatile, can use very little electricity to run, and are perfect to dump ingredients into and come back later to a healthy, cooked dinner.

You can research which is best for you by looking up "crock pot recipes" "rice cooker meals" to get a feel for what types of meals you can prepare in each and how it's purposes can best fit your cooking style.

2. Get your electronics secondhand. Phone companies make so much off of poor people bc they contract us into pay plans that mean that by the time our phones are needing replacing, we've paid for it 2 or more times over. Consider going Sim only and getting your phone secondhand.

Websites like backmarket and envirophone sell refurbished phones, tablets, laptops, smart watches, TVs, consoles, headphones, all sorts like new and for a fraction of the price point you'd usually get them at. I've not bought an electronic new since 2015 and the products I get refurbished last just as long as if I'd bought them new. Plus it's better for the environment. Even if I had money I don't think I'd go back to buying new honestly.

3. Static charger. If you're Autistic and can't sit still, like me you might be finding that the first thing to go on your electronics is your charge port. It's really annoying because it's not a cheap fix and I have had to replace phones early when they won't charge any more.

Last year my girlfriend and I got static chargers. It's an adapter that sits in your phone/tablets charger slot that magnetically connects to a universal charger. Its great for us because now everything rechargeable (phones/tablets, but also headphones, game controllers, keyboards/mouses) takes the same cable. It's really handy, but for me the best part is that the adapter doesn't move. So even if I'm fidgeting with my phone on charge it won't wear down the charger pins over time. We paid £20 for 3 and it's paid for itself because I've not had to take my phone for it's yearly fix since I got it.

4. Make a cozy space outside of bed. As a bedrotting girlie I know the allure of just saying "fuck it" and curling up in bed is so strong. I also know that when I do it for days at a time my sleep quality gets worse, my days blur together and my mental health gets so much worse. Especially if I'm working, watching TV, eating all my meals and doing my hobbies all from my bed.

One thing that helps me break up the bedrotting and at least helps me get some decent sleep so I might wake up feeling better tomorrow, is having a cozy spot that isn't in bed I can spend at least some of my day in.

For me, it's the couch in my living room. I've furnished it with pillows, blankets, and a little coffee table I can rest my stuff on so I can feel as comfy as I do in bed, but not actually be in bed most of the day. For You it could be a book nook, or a floor bed, or a desk with a chair in your bedroom.

5. Giant water bottle. This one is really simple. We need 8 glasses of water a day to be healthy and hydrated. Basically nobody depressed has the energy to fill up a glass of water 8 times a day. If you can get a water bottle that holds 2 litres (65oz) of water, now you only need to fill one drinking vessel once a day to be healthy and hydrated.

It's really simple and sill but it honestly saved my life. I buy those drink flavor packets because I drink more when it tastes nice. Is it as healthy as plain water? No. Is it healthier than no water? Yes. Easy peasy.

My bottle is from Meoky, its the 64oz stainless steel camping bottle with a flip straw I got for under £20. I like it because it keeps my water cold and I'd rather walk on hot coals than take a sip without a straw, but I've bought same size BPA free plastic bottles for like £3 and they have lasted me 2-3 years too so the budget options are absolutely worth it too.

6. Reconsider what's worth getting second hand. Generally when thinking about buying secondhand we mean clothes at the thrift, and that's great, but buying pre loved can be anything, and you can buy some high ticket items at an affordable price point that way.

If I ever want an appliance I always look second hand first. My rice cooker is secondhand and it is my favourite appliance. I've also bought a popcorn maker for a fraction of the price I'd buy it new, and I'm looking for a Kitchen Aid mixer for no more than a third the price they usually sell at. My vanity houses my shark air styler, I got it refurbished second hand and it was like new when I bought it. I use it every day and it still has so much wear in it.

Generally, the bigger and heavier something is, the closer to free you can get it, because the people getting rid of it just want it gone. If you ever need a washing machine or some furniture, look on gumtree or local no buy groups first. Type "free ___" followed by where you live into Google to get an idea whats available. If you're furnishing a space it's very likely you can get everything you need for the cost of the van you hired to collect it all.

7. Frozen vegetables. Fresh produce is getting more expensive and because we neurodivergent and mentally ill people can have a habit of letting fresh produce rot in the fridge, wasting money and making more mess to clean up, it's usually not worth it. The thing is, frozen produce is cheaper because it is picked in season, healther because it is frozen at optimum ripeness, and can be safely stored in your freezer for months, it's so worth doing.

They're usually pre-cut and can generally just be chucked into your dish frozen to defrost while cooking, making them easy and accessible. You can buy mixed vegetable packs (in the UK the most common is sweetcorn/peas/carrots and broccoli/cauliflower/) for some variety too, which I like to just dump a portion into soups or broths for some added vitamins.

8. Medication delivery. I've been medicated for mental illness for years, and a regular problem I used to have was I would neglect going to pick up my meds because I was depressed, then I'd run out and be unable to collect them because the lack of meds was making me more depressed.

Now however, I'm signed up with an online pharmacy. They processes my prescriptions exactly the same way any other pharmacy would and dispense them through the post in a box that fits through my letterbox. I never have to leave the house for meds again which is actually a lifesaver, the shipping is super cheap, like free for 3 day delivery and £2.99 for next day, and it's all processed through a super simple app that I only have to use like one a month when I request my refill.

It's so worth it and if you struggle to get out like me I absolutely recommend it. In the UK it's called Lloyd's Direct Pharmacy, but I'm sure it's a service you can find in other places of the world too.

9. Laundry separation is a lie. Which isn't a big deal for people who don't care about throwing money away on extra loads or people who have the spoons to faff around separating their clothes arbitrarily, but for poor neurodivergent people, it is.

So here's the thing, the rules of separating laundry by colour came about when clothes were made of all natural materials that would stick to each other when agitated and natural dyes that would run in water. Nowadays, clothes are made of synthetic or blended materials that can handle the friction of a modern machine and synthetic dyes that hold up to basically anything. 99% of clothes on the market, and therefore probably 99% of your wardrobe, is polycotton or some other poly-blend. So generally, everything you have can just all go in together on a warm wash.

Now, if you have woolen, linen or cashmere pieces, you should be separating them and following the care instructions on the label, but everything else, just shove it in mate, nothing bad will happen.

10. Protein powder. Protein powder is cheap, it's stored dry to it basically never goes bad, it's obviously protein so it's a really good addition to your diet, it tastes of whatever flavour you buy it in so it's a good meal substitute if you're depressed and your appetite is low, and it comes together really easily.

I usually get it in big tubs because they're cheaper per gram that way and I just add them to my coffee/hot chocolate for a boost or stir it into some Greek yogurt for a quick healthy snack. Thats actually my favourite way to get protein in because it's like 2 minutes and it covers up that sour taste yogurt has. I've also stirred it into milk for my cereal to varying success but it's good because the fat in the milk and the carbs and fortified vitamins in the cereal make it basically a meal. If I'm struggling for breakfast I usually add a scoop or two to an instant porridge pot and I have a ready to eat nutritional meal ready in the time it takes to boil the kettle.

#mental health #look after you #long post

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