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more-better-words · 4 months

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Questions yoinked from @iamstartraveller776 (hope you don't mind! ☺️)

1. Do you have a word-count goal for the upcoming year?

I don't tend to pay attention to word count so much as completing chapters. So my goal is to finish chapters.

2. Will you participate in any fandom exchanges or fic challenges, etc?

I never have before, but @talshiargirlfriend is planning to do a small-ish one, so hopefully that won't be too intimidating!

3. Do you anticipate writing for a new fandom this year? Which one?

Only if some new-to-me media grabs me by the throat, which always a possibility.

4. Do you think you’ll stop writing for a fandom this year? Which one?

Well, once I complete The Place We Call Home, that will likely mark the end of me writing longform ST:ENT fic. I'm sure I'll still write shorter pieces and one-offs, but completing the Built to Last series will be a capstone for me.

5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?

The Place We Call Home!

She slumped back, her energy suddenly and absolutely depleted. Then Doctor Jimenez was handing her a very small form, placed against her chest. The baby whimpered, unaccustomed to this huge new world, and she lifted an exhausted arm to cradle her daughter. It's all right. Everything’s all right. I'm here, just like I said I would be. She looked up at Trip, whose eyes were huge and bright with tears. “Oh my God, T'Pol,” he murmured, swallowing hard against the lump in his throat. “She’s here. She’s perfect.” “She is,” she agreed. She reached up, brushing at the tears on his cheeks. “You should hold her.” With infinite care, he tentatively took their daughter in his hands, a marveling, awe-struck smile on his face. “Hi,” he whispered. “It’s me. Do you recognize my voice?” T'Pol looked at them, her mate and their child, and suddenly her entire being was filled with a triumphant, roaring love like a fire in her veins. She would do anything for them, because they were hers. Trip felt her eyes on him, and shot her a tiny, tearful, adoring smile. “You did it,” he said. “We did,” she replied. “We three.”

6. Which yet-to-be-started fic is first on your list?

The one that hasn't occurred to me yet. 😅

7. Will you change anything about the way you interact with other writers?

I don't think so? Do I need to?

*frets*

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

Mostly followups to (much) older fic that never made it out of the outline/draft stages. But I doubt I'll ever return to them - not a lot of interest in the world of Baldur's Gate 2 when we have Baldur's Gate 3.

9. Short term goals… what do you hope to complete this week or in January?

By the end of January, I may have The Place We Call Home fully drafted. Maybe. Hopefully.

10. Will you keep a record of all the fics you write and/or post this year?

Other than my AO3 stats, no.

11. Would you like to try any new fanfic genres or tropes this year?

I finally took the plunge and tried my hand at writing...well, we'll call it smut adjacent. I think I'll keep at it, and we'll see how it evolves.

12. Will you change anything about the way you edit or rewrite this year?

I don't think so...my current system works fairly well. At least I think so.

13. Aside from fanfic, are there any other fan works you’d like to try creating? Fanart, or fanvids, gifsets, or podfic?

I write because I'm no good at any of that other stuff! I'd LOVE to be able to create visual art, but...I'm just not wired for it.

14. Have you ever lost large chunks of your work in the past, due to not backing up your work? Will you change your methods this year?

I thought I'd lost two whole chapters a couple of weeks ago and I was distraught! Fortunately, I was wrong and my backups were still there.

15. Do you foresee any personal or professional obstacles this year, that would keep you from creating fanworks?

Unfortunately, yes. But I shall soldier on!

16. Do you have that one fanfic that you wrote a ton for, ages ago, but never posted? Will this be the year, come hell or high water, that it WILL get finished and posted?

The aformentioned Baldur's Gate stuff, and no. I just don't feel the compulsion, really.

17. Do you typically answer all comments/reviews individually? Do you plan to change the way you interact with your readers this year?

I try to! I absolutely treasure every comment and reblog - why would I change that?

18. Do you typically post multi-chapters as you write, or finish it all and then start posting? Would you like to change your posting method?

I keep a buffer of chapters - like I published chapter 13 of TPWCH a few days ago, but I've got chapter 14-16 basically complete, and I'm working on chapter 17 right now as of posting this.

It's a system that works pretty well for me, though sometimes I am left dying wanting to just share it all! Now! I want everyone to see it!

19. Would you consider non-fandom writing events, like NaNoWriMo or writing contests?

Probably not.

20. Any plans to work on original fiction this year?

I toyed with the idea of writing original fiction years ago, and I had a few ideas, but...I find it much more stressful that fanfic. Fanfic is my hobby. I like to tell stories for fun. I don't think I want to turn it into a job.

21. Will you try writing software, like Scrivener or those programs that won’t let you stop writing?

I use Word - I've tried more specialized software, like Scrivener and Focus Writer, but I just didn't get anything out of them.

22. Do you plan to take writing classes this year?

I have never taken anything that might be even in the neighborhood of a creative writing class, and I'm scared that if I did now, they'd tell me I'm doing it all wrong!

23. Would you like to go on a writing retreat?

That sounds fascinating, but I don't even know what that would entail lol

24. By the end of this year, you want your fandom to think of you as “that author who _______.”

Wrote the best darn post-Terra Prime Trip/T'Pol fic out there. The one you recommend to anyone suffering post-TATV trauma.

25. If you answered questions from this list last year, find your answers and compare your goals to your results. How’d you do?

N/A

#writer stuff #i am serious writer ask me serious questions lol

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birdieart · 2 years

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some sarah rogers thoughts

(tw: eugenics, ableism)

mcu sarah would have given birth alone, likely very young (in her late teens), newly widowed, and in a foreign country. if she had a hospital birth, she would have only had the midwives, since joseph was gone by then

steve was probably very sickly early on (colic, cradle cap, eczema, fever, etc) and that would have worried her, especially if he was a small baby (very likely)

when it became clear steve was chronically ill (probably around 6-7, if the asthma, heart problems, vision and hearing issues, possible allergies, scoliosis, and anemia showed by then), sarah would have probably been taken aside and told she should give steve up to a sanitorium (a common practice with disabled children), where he would eventually be quietly euthanised, as was common in those hellholes

obviously, she didn't do that, and instead decided to work TWO JOBS during the DEPRESSION to make sure they had a roof over their heads, food on the table, and medicine and doctors visits for steve, not to mention things like books, schooling, art materials, etc she would have saved up to buy for him to make him happy, and later herself, since steve remembers his art making her smile, which is why he kept at it when he was a kid

she probably worried about him being bullied, and didn't realise her own stubbornness and fighting spirit had been passed onto him until she came to pick a 9 year old steve up from school after he got into a fist fight with a much older boy and steve told her he got into a fight because the boy was being mean to a girl and no one else was telling him to back off

(she couldn't decide if she was proud or exasperated. a bit of both. she bought steve a soda on the way home after deciding she was mostly proud of her baby being so brave)

when steve dragged bucky into the rogers apartment by the sleeve for the first time, sarah was convinced bucky was an angel sent to watch over her boy. he was so sweet, polite, and such a sensitive, kind child, with an adorable smile and a head of dark curls.

bucky ended up being less of an angel, but still someone who loved steve enough to try to protect him, even if he cried when he got hit and wasn't quite the fighter steve was. but they were good for each other. the barnes and rogers families ended up being very close, sarah and winnifred trading the boys off for sleepovers every other weekend

sarah, watching steve reach his teenage years, scrappy and hot headed, opinionated, and stubborn as all hell, realising that his life is always going to be hard because people will always look at him like he's not enough despite how fiercely he burns with his love for his family and his need to protect people like him when no one else will

steve was 14 when he got surgery for his scoliosis, and sarah waited in the hospital hallway for hours, not knowing if this new form of treatment would work or if it would kill steve in the end. refusing to leave his bedside when he came out of surgery and reading his old favourite books to him, telling bucky to stay quiet when he visited and steve was asleep.

she missed joseph, a lot. they'd come to america together, so young and unsure, but she knew he's be proud of his little scrapper - steve looked a lot like him, had the same angular features and crooked nose. as steve got older, she realised just how much he looked like joe, and sometimes it made her tear up because in some angles, it was like looking at a ghost. but when he smiled, it was all him, a little crooked, but still handsome and a little devilish.

at 17, once all the hormones had calmed down, steve stopped taking the bait for every fight and sarah had to patch up less bloodied knuckles, less cut lips, less sprained joints. but that fight was still there, simmering under the surface. steve was quiet, but had a few friends - bucky and arnie, both good kids, both of them boys she could trust with him.

(sometimes, she saw how bucky looked at steve when he didn't realise anyone was looking - the utter love and devotion in those big, sad eyes made sarahs heart clench, knowing it wouldn't be easy if it was what she suspected it was. but bucky loved steve and she was grateful for that, because that meant someone else in this world was just as affected by steve in their life as she was, even if in a different way)

when sarah got sick, she knew she wouldn't shake it. she had lived long enough to see steve graduate from high school and get into auburndale art school, following bucky who went a year earlier for their music program, and she was proud of her boy, and regretted nothing except that she wouldn't be there for the other things she imagined for him - starting a career, enjoying his adult life with his friends, maybe getting married and having a family of his own, if he wanted that (part of her thought he didn't - he wasn't the most social, and he kept to his own people, the people he chose. he was sort of like a cat in that regard, even as a teenager)

sarah rogers died, maybe not knowing the specifics of what steve would become, but knowing in her bones that he was going to great things.

she would be so, so proud of him if she saw what he became - a soldier like his father, a fighter like her, and something altogether his own, against all odds

#birdie speaks #this got away from me #but i have so many feelings about what sarah went through #i personally think they spoke gaelic at home and steve got into trouble for it at school #but obviously he didnt give a shit and kept at it #even after sarah died #lived in a very irish apartment block maybe? spoke to some of sarahs old friends in gaelic to keep in practice #but she loved hIM SO MUCH AND IT MAKES ME MAD THE MCU ONLY MENTIONED HER /TWICE/#heinous if you ask me #sarah rogers #sarah rogers meta #mcu meta #marvel

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foximator-blog · 4 months

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It seems dumb to finally follow up on this after a long time... But here's my Custom series 11 set of Mixel tribes. I accidentally fell behind on here and forgot to keep sharing like a dummy, especially since I'm getting prouder of my designs as I go.

The Scubroz

The Scubroz are a tribe of deep sea exploration Mixels who double as fishermen in their spare time. While some are capable of walking, they often feel more at home in the sea.

Dyvor is the brave and boastful trident welding leader, who claims he and his reformed Nixel companion have fought many fierce sea monsters. Though the tall tales he spins rarely have proof to back them up.

Marino is a very sturdy little Mixel, with a shell that can withstand higher oceanic pressure than even his tribe mates. The only problem is he's scared of the dark, so he's often deterred from trying to scope out deep ocean trenches.

Phinn is a simple Mixel, as it doesn't take much to please him. He loves his job because he gets to catch plenty of fresh fish to eat. Disgustingly though... He also seems to live drinking fish oil.

The Medix Cousins

Similar to how I made a cousins tribe in series 10, I decided to do one here too. Oddly enough despite my awkward fear of doctors and dentists, the Medix are my favorite tribe. I like how each one can basically be a specialist if you're Creative enough.

Chexxup is a general doctor who keeps various vaccines and medical notes and supplies in the drawers in his belly. He idolizes the lead Surgeon, Surgeo, and even hopes to be as good a doctor as his idol one day.

Optix may lack arms, but this chatty optometrist is still good at his job, and helping Mixels and now even Nixels find the glasses and contacts they might need.

Krutch is an emergency response Mixel. He can appear clumsy and unorganized on his way to an accident... But the moment a patient is placed on his stretcher his pace and movement become as smooth as butter.

The Sky Skwad

This tribe of high flying Mixels are mostly for Ariel exploration... But they often act as stunt pilots. They just love flying,and sometimes they love doing it dangerously.

Jettz is the thrill seeking leader of the tribe who's always ready to take on any challenge. It often becomes difficult to talk him out of something dangerous though...like flying through a hurricane.

Choppa is the oldest of the tribe. Once a huge daredevil himself, he's started slowing down in his old age. He often tries to stop his tribe mates from doing something extremely dumb and dangerous, but deep down he still has that stuntman attitude.

Spitzer is the wide eyed young buck of the tribe. This wide eyed young pilot looking up to Jettz in particular given his tendency to try very tricky flying maneuvers without much practice. Luckily he's a gifted flyer, it's the take offs Nd landings where he tends to get clumsier.

As a bonus, these Nixels here come with Dyvor, Krutch and Choppa.

I'll start trying to post these custom Mixel renders more often. Of course here's a link to the previous post as well:

#custom lego mixels #custom lego #custom mixels #lego #digital lego #lego mixels #lego moc #mixels #mixels moc #series 11

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nzn43 · 1 year

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Little Experiment- A Golden void and a Newly addition pt 1

Everything was just a normal day. Everyone gets tested then sent back with some food to help their recovery. Blue had to get warped bandages around her eyes. All because it was taken a bit to far today and it stung Blue's vision. Yellow worries that she might go blind. Everyone went back to reading or drawing or playing, it's the only thing they can do when their older brother is sleeping. Gold came back, they...they are hurt. Badly. The color gang rushed up to their second big sibling despite Second also being their other second big brother. Gold then sat down as Second attend to their wound. "thanks...Second.." Gold grunted in pain when Second finished aiding them. "sorry" Second only looked Gold in silent. "I know...I know, don't need to say sorry but I can't help it" Gold said with a smile which brought a smile to Second. Gold is really like the sun despite their powers. Another thing to note is that King and Gold are both siblings, sharing the same genes yet King had never gotten a power. Even when the doctor put him to the more extreme stress, he did not break. None of the color gang wanted to know what will happen after all, they didn't know what happen to Vic, even though King told them all that they were just...somewhere, somewhere safe to say the least. Soon enough it was time to sleep. During the sleeping hours, Gold started to stir. Something whispers to them. Something wants out. Yet wants a sacrifice.

The whispers continue until they were shook awake by Red. "go..goldie...?" "..mmm...yes..red?" "..night...mare?" Gold shook their head slightly. "me...too...can..I sleep...with you?" huh...sure. Gold made sure that they made space for Red to climb in and huddle. Red even bought MR. with him. That's nice. Gold hummed a soft tune, something that their brother taught to them whenever a nightmare happened. Both slowly fell asleep with Gold's arms around Red as if protecting the younger sibling. . . .

Red woken up from a nightmare, he did not remember what it is but it made him tear up. Looking over, he saw Gold stirring in their sleep. Black boxes starts to appear little by little which que Red to get up and shook Gold awake. He does not know what it was but he thought it was some monster trying to get Gold and being brave, holding MR. who promised that they will protect him, reached over to Gold. They were shook awake and they seem dazed for a moment before responding to Red. That then leads to them sleeping together. MR. watches them sleep but not only them, the others as well to make sure nothing sure is to happen while they are sleeping. They have been through enough, they do not need to go through it during sleeping, where they rest and recover.

#avm king orange #ava red #ava green #ava yellow #ava blue #ava second coming #alan becker #au #animation vs minecraft #animator vs animation #avm purple

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bodybeyondstories · 1 year

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Growth Notes 1 - Omar

I had this weird idea for a growth/macro series of short one-offs and vignettes, but told through the perspective of a therapist.

This starts with Omar, who is working through his changes with his partner, Marcus, and adjusting to an overabundance of dick.

Others in this series: Trevor | Sky

MaleTF // dick growth // growth // macro

“Anyways, thanks for seeing us on such short notice, it’s kind of hard to find a specialist for…Aughhh!” Omar was cut off by a burst of visible discomfort, his face scrunching up in concentration, as if he was trying to physically hold himself together.

“Babe, another one? That’s the third time this week,” said Marcus, resting his hand gently on his partner’s thigh.

“Fourth, actually,” responded Omar, with a wry grimace in his Marcus’s direction. He grabbed his hand, looking flushed. “I’m fine, really.”

“Let me get you some water,” I interrupted, getting out of my seat to retrieve some bottles of store-brand mineral water from the mini fridge in the corner of my office.

“No, no, I’m really fine,” said Omar, holding his hands up, pleading for everyone to just chill. “But thank you,” he relented, taking the bottle from my outstretched hand. As he slipped off the cap and started downing its contents, looking visibly relieved in the face of his sudden discomfort, I made a mental note that maybe Omar was too good at putting on a brave face. Sometimes my patients can have a hard time opening up or even admitting unease, which isn’t uncommon when it comes to this condition.

“If you don’t mind me asking, was that a symptom of the disorder?” I asked. “I’m not a medical doctor, I just take care of the therapy and counseling side of things,” I explained. “But also, there’s still a lot we don’t know about…all this.”

I’m a therapist, and I specialize in body issues, especially when it comes to sudden changes. Usually, that’s focused on recovering emotionally from major surgeries or injuries, helping people rediscover their bodies and adjust to the new rhythms of their lives. But increasingly, I’ve gotten referrals for this…Macro Syndrome? I’m not sure what the exact name is, but that’s what people have been calling it. The causes are still unclear and the treatment is experimental at best, but from what I can tell, it’s some sort of growth spurt that’s been hitting men randomly, usually in their late-20s or older.

At first I didn’t believe it. The thing is that the majority of cases just resemble a late growth spurt, but a small percentage end up being much more, even going so far as to limit patients’ abilities to live normal lives. For a while there had been chatter on social media and various sites, but the more severe cases looked like well-done fakes, which I have a good eye for (but don’t get me wrong, I love a good morph). But then the referrals started trickling in, and I began to adjust my practice to helping clients with this mysterious disorder.

So in this case Marcus had reached out, concerned that his partner, Omar, recently diagnosed, wasn’t taking this seriously enough. This happens fairly regularly. Even after the physical changes are evident, a patient will often deny or downplay any emotional issues until their partner hears from a friend of a friend and sends them to me. In this case, I suggested they come in together, reasoning that it would be good for them to work through these changes as a team.

At 6’6”, Omar was sizeable, but nothing truly out of the ordinary, even with the added caveat that he, at 27, had been only 6’1” a few months earlier. But what was interesting in this case was that it wasn’t the usual gradual change, but instead these…

“Flashes, I call them,” explained Omar. “It’s like my body tenses up and I get really hot and then…well, my clothes don’t fit like they used to.”

“Can I ask how it feels when it’s happening?” I inquired. “You looked like you were in pain.”

“Honestly, it’s not that bad. It’s starting to feel kind of good, actually. It’s just…things get to be very constricting...”

“Which is also why we’re here,” added Marcus. “Our sex life has taken some turns,” he said, with a wry smile in Omar’s direction.

“Well, yeah,” said Omar. “When it started I didn’t think it was a big deal or anything. A late growth spurt or something. But then there was…this,” he said, gesturing to his crotch.

When Omar pushed aside the flaps of his trench coat, my eyes settled on what I had previously assumed was a cute shoulder bag sitting in his lap. And it sort of was. Or had been. But was, I assumed, recently altered to be repurposed as camouflage for…a very large bulge.

Omar wasn’t my first patient whose growth was disproportionate. Or who had had to find increasingly creative ways to shield view of what was otherwise a comically large protrusion splitting the seams of their already-worn-down-twice-altered pants. But this was the first whose mind blowing growth I got to witness in real time.

“Oof,” muttered Omar, his face a dance of discomfort and reluctant pleasure, as the shaft of his dick lurched ever so slightly farther down his thigh, the head getting dangerously close to surpassing his knee. “Aftershocks.”

“It happened again?” gasped Marcus.

“It happened again,” said Omar, his eyes affixed to the ridiculous pipe constrained in his pants.

“Now that was out of the ordinary,” I thought out loud, my eyes still reeling from the sight of the massive bulge in Omar’s well-worn denim, itself showing that telltale patch of worn crotch, except at a comic scale. You could see the history of unexplained growth through every frayed strip.

“Yeah. It hit me mostly in my dick. They don’t know why. I guess it’s better than some of those dudes that grow through the ceiling, but doc…it’s not slowing down. I usually need to wear compression shorts all the time now, and sometimes I feel like I can almost hear them straining, like my dick’s about to pulse through them. Not to mention this thing might break my boyfriend in half.”

“At first I loved it,” Marcus cut in. “But after a while, we had to slow down.”

“All the way down,” added Omar. “I’ve read about some of the other…cases, like this, there were some series injuries. Some of those guys…” Omar trailed off, glancing pointedly at his dick with a mixture of apprehension, worry, and awe.

I offered a reassuring gesture, saying “It’s best to not fall down Internet rabbit holes on this, you’re just going to exacerbate your own anxiety. And this likely won’t end up being a serious case.”

“It sure feels serious,” said Omar, his look of worry shifting from his massive member towards me. “I could probably work from home if it gets bad enough, but I still go out in public. And it’s getting harder to hide this thing. We went to our favorite bar a few nights ago to have some fun and catch up with the girls and get our minds off things, but I was…a little overstimulated.”

“Nowadays, when he gets going he really gets going,” said Marcus.

“And we have to take care of it before it makes a scene,” added Omar, rolling his eyes.

“So Omar gets that look on his face and I take us to a private bathroom. And I was feeling flexible that night.”

“And it got…all the way in.”

“Which we haven’t been able to do in a while.”

“And it felt soooo good, but then,” he paused, caressing his lover’s hand. “I had an episode.”

“It was like I could feel it growing inside me, I didn’t know how I could hold it all.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, Omar,” I said, “how did it feel?”

“Dizzy?” he responded, tucking his head in introspection. “I mean usually I have this rush of intense heat and maybe a…prickly sensation along my skin, and I can feel my heart pounding through my entire body, but this time it was disorienting. Like when you stand up too fast or the blood rushes from your head or whatever and then suddenly it was like I lost control…”

“Control of what?”

“Of my dick,” he said, gesturing to his over-full crotch. “Like I’m always trying to hold it back, hold my entire body together, but then I let go and it extends further.”

“That must be a weird feeling to get used to.”

“I’d rather not have to get used to it,” said Omar, with a nervous chuckle. “We have to find more and more creative ways to hide this thing, and it’s not like the other growth hasn’t come with its own issues. People at work are kind of starting to notice, and I don’t want rumors getting around that I have a bad case.”

“I take it you’re not the only one at your workplace with the disorder.”

“Well I guess now I am, but I’m not the first…” he drifted off. “So I work in shipping and logistics, and I used to be one of the guys on the floor, but they stuck me in management last year, my own cubicle and everything. One of the warehouse guys, Jeff, got hit by it hard.”

“Jeff, your coworker, had the syndrome? It can be good to have a colleague who’s already been through it. But it sounds like he’s no longer there?”

“Well. He hung in there for as long as he could until there were one too many incidents.”

“Like what? If you don’t mind sharing.”

Omar shifted his posture, leaning back in his chair, his eyes searching the ceiling as if to gather his thoughts together in some sort of workable, believable story.

“So here’s the thing,” he said, after a sustained pause. “Jeff, before, was like 5’6”, 5’7” maybe, so from early on there was really no hiding it. We had went out for drinks to celebrate his 30th birthday when we really started noticing the changes. At that point he was just shy of 5’10”, but growing fast. At work we would tease him for a while, but it was pretty lighthearted, I think. You’re finally tall enough to operate the forklift. Stuff like that. And we started lending him spare boots and pants that were a few sizes above his usual. He would always wait too long to adjust his clothes, kept saying Nah, it’s fine, the growth should actually stop soon. And then, of course, he would burst right through the seat of his pants. At one point he would just rip the sleeves off his shirt and get back to what he was doing. Honestly, we thought it was funny.”

“So it was a welcoming environment.”

“Yeah, I guess. We thought it was cool, and so did he, and after he hit 6’3” we started measuring his height every week. But his feet,” Omar leaned forward with a burst of focus, eyes wide open and hands splayed farther and farther apart, “were really the showstoppers. They were already big for his size, before, I think like 13s, but they seemed like they were growing faster than the rest of him. And the rest of him was really growing. So we had to start getting specially made work uniforms, which wasn’t a huge deal, but eventually sourcing work boots above a size 19 became more and more of a hassle. We all started pooling money together to keep getting his uniform adjusted so he didn’t get fired, but once he passed like, eight feet maybe, he couldn’t really operate the machinery all that well. He also stopped letting us measure him, didn’t think it was funny anymore. Which was understandable…”

“So why did he leave?”

“Hmmm, well at one point, he was massive, easily over 11 feet. And was having a lot of trouble getting used to his new size, especially with those feet. Sometimes shoe companies will do little sponsorship deals for people with the syndrome, free advertising or whatever, but even that has its limits. Also he just became too big to do a lot of tasks, and the company got tired of making adjustments. So they convinced him to take some time off…and…I don’t think we’ve heard from him in a bit.”

“He’s probably fine,” Marcus cut in with a reassuring glance. “Just figuring things out,” he added, turning to me with a look of expectant affirmation.

“Life changes like that can happen in more serious cases, but people are usually better at adjusting than they think they’ll be,” I offered.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess,” said Omar in tepid agreement, his eyes glancing anxiously at his crotch.

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A few months later, they came in for their usual appointment. They had missed the last couple because life gets in the way, so I was anxious to catch up. Marcus led the way, Omar following behind in his now usual trench coat and shoulder bag carefully positioned in front. He had developed a habit of walking closely behind his lover to avoid any unwanted attention, but as settled into his chair with mild discomfort, I realized that that technique had already become obsolete. The good news was that they were pretty certain that the growth had finally stopped, his height topping out just over 6’10”, nothing compared to the gargantuan stature of his coworker. But when it came to their respective endowments, he probably blew Jeff out of the water. As he settled into his seat, he tried—and failed—to inconspicuously resist bending his knees, instead opting to hold his legs out straight to the floor, crossing one ankle lightly over the other with what seemed to be a carefully practiced performance of nonchalance.

“It’s okay, everyone stares nowadays.”

With his permission, I let my eyes wander along the length of pipe that now ran from his crotch down…and down…and down, to the outline of a bulbous head nestled against his shin.

“You get used to it,” he added, a wry smile lighting up his face, the creases around his eyes looking ever so slightly deeper than they had before.

“And your job?” I asked.

“They’re letting me work from home mostly. Which is great, because wearing pants these days is kind of…an adventure. But I do spend some time in the office and management has been surprisingly chill about everything, especially since I can still fit in the building.” He pressed his lips together as his mouth settled into a line of mild worry, his brows furrowed.

“Well…at least it’s no Jeff situation,” I said. “It was Jeff, right? The one who went away to—”

“Yeah. He’s way out of town now. Haven’t talked to him in a while, it’s kind of hard for him to use a phone now, I guess. But at the least growth stopped.”

“They think,” Marcus interjected.

“We hope,” Omar added. “It’d be good to see him again.” His pensive face settled into a look of slight consternation directed at the floor.

With a playfully bemused glance at Omar’s crotch, Marcus said “Yeah, he could help us take care of Mr. Big down there.”

Marcus’s look turned serious and calculative, and I quickly realized why as I noticed Omar’s cock pulsing ever so slightly down his pant leg, seemingly with every heartbeat.

“I don’t want to cut us short,” said Marcus, with a quick glance in my direction, “but I also don’t want to ruin your bathroom.”

As Marcus had mentioned at our first session—and subsequent ones—once Omar gets aroused, that dick is on a mission. In fact, that had told me of all manner of sticky situations, from dive bar back alleys to at least one airplane bathroom. At this point, it had a mind of its own.

“Oh no, I’m fine,” Omar cut in. “It’s not that. I mean, I’m never not horny these days, but it’s not an emergency,” his voice dropping off slightly.

“Are you sure? It’ll be a photo finish, but I can probably get us home.”

“No no, this is something…else…” Omar almost doubled over in concentration, his entire body seeming to flex. His eyes glued to the floor, he slowly pushed his chair back. Or at least I thought he had, realizing instead that his legs were visibly taking up more and more space, elongating in real time. In fact, his entire body seemed to be doing the same, stretching in all directions, with an even juicier musculature following suit. Covered in a sheen of sweat, he quickly pulled off the rest of his trench coat to cool down, his arms and torso swelling with mass and dwarfing the lounge chair. The legs of his pants crept slowly up his shins, revealing a bulbous cock head wrapped in some sort of compression fabric.

My jaw hanging open in awe, I asked, “Was that…”

“Yup.”

#male tf #dick growth #growth #macro

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2, 8, 9, and 15 for the New Year's ask game!

2. Will you participate in any fandom exchanges or fic challenges, etc?

I like participating in fandom events - prompt weeks, bingos, etc. I'll probably do a belated Flufftober for last years prompts soon, since I only filled... two of them? And hopefully next Flufftober I won't immediately feel my energy for writing snuff out on me.

Sadly it seems that some of the events I used to participate in have gone away. Hartmonfest being the most recent and the one I'm most sad about. I considered volunteering to take over running that one, but I didn't feel like I had the energy to really focus on it the way an event needs. Maybe if I'm feeling less worn out later this year I might reach out to see if I could revive it on a trial basis. I kinda feel a bit like I'd need to brush up on my photo manip skills though (gotta make a fun header for an event, right?) and... I haven't really done much in that area since high school with, like, the 2006 version of Photoshop in my graphic design class. So this might wind up being something I push off until next year.

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

Usually it's not so much about being brave enough but having enough inspiration. That said, I've had a longer look at the body swap trope with Cisco and Hartley in mind for a while and who knows, maybe this'll be the year I finally start making progress on that idea. It'll be a more serious take than the fic I've already done with it - Cisco struggling to deal with Hartley's hearing while Hartley learns Cisco visions hurt a lot more than Cisco's been letting on - and it'll be something of a mutual annoyances to friends to lovers type deal.

9. Short term goals… what do you hope to complete this week or in January?

The Flufftober prompts. And maybe the Rose/Jack/Doctor week prompts I didn't finish last year. Try and get back into my writing headspace before I start tackling some of my older series again.

15. Do you foresee any personal or professional obstacles this year, that would keep you from creating fanworks?

So the wasp problem isn't 100% over yet, but it's hopefully going to continue to be in decline. That was a big stressor for me last year - I think more than I realized at the time. If they do come back in bigger numbers, that'll probably stress me out again and slow my creative side down again.

The home reno I had going on last year was another source of stress and while I will be doing part two of that this year, it'll be much smaller in scale - mainly painting and replacing some heavily painted-over wood paneling with drywall, as the paneling as seen better days. No flooring replacements or turning reach-in closets into walk-in closets. So it shouldn't take nearly so long or be nearly so stressful.

I'm especially looking forward to painting the fireplace. It's brick, but kind of a dirty looking off white with a few splotches here and there where it got stained a kinda... puke green tbh. A dark gray paint with a new wood mantle will make it really nice, I think. It'll go well with the light gray I've used everywhere and I'm thinking a navy color for an accent wall. Or possibly two walls. Still in the early stages of decision making.

I'm aiming for spring for the reno, which should give me plenty of time yet to prepare. But I'd expect that to interfere with my writing time since I'll have to pack those rooms up beforehand and unpack them later. Also going to get some of the furniture (definitely the couch and a rug I've had ten-ish years) professionally cleaned. They've both been through a lot and could use a deep cleaning.

#thanks for asking #kitkatt0430 answers #new years ask game

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doc-pickles · 2 years

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I would never fall unless it's you I fall into

hey y'all... nina wrote a thing... and I am soRRY but it's been sitting in my drafts for months and I finally resurrected it and @cicinicole-14 helped me work out some of the details and I am In love with it. so there will be a second part. and a third part. but for now enjoy this.

this is my jolex single parents AU and it is my new pride and joy so... enjoy. or don't. idc.

xoxo nina

The on call room she’d found is quiet, exactly what she needs after the past 48 hours of her life. Jo takes a deep breath as she leans against the wall, willing her tears to stay back. The door opens and she attempts to put on a brave face but her facade falls when she sees Alex in front of her. Relief courses through him as he shuts the door behind him, eyes locked on Jo as he steps ever closer.

“Hey.”

Jo smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Alex wants to reach out and touch her, but her demeanor clearly tells him she’s not open to the idea. She sighs, turning to look out the window that’s streaked with rain, “This place looks so different in the dark.”

“Yeah,” Alex lets a sigh of his own out, one hand rubbing against his neck as he tries to choose what he wants to say to her. It’s not that he doesn’t know what he wants to say but more so he’s deciding what isn’t going to make Jo run for the hills. “You think the tree ruined my couch?”

Jo can’t help the laugh that slips through her lips at the words. Surely Alex knows the answer to that, “I think it ruined your entire living room. You’re lucky the twins weren’t home.”

Alex grins, but just like Jo it’s not convincing enough. His mind now swirls with thoughts of Alexis and Eli and if they’re still sleeping down in the daycare. He thinks back to when he first found out about their existence, how one unassuming day in July had changed his whole entire life.

They had been trying for months with no results. He wanted to stop, Alex couldn’t stand the disappointed look on Izzie’s face everytime she took a pregnancy test that ended up only showing one line. He loved Izzie more than anything, he hated seeing her hurt. But she wanted a baby, she wanted everything with him and who was he to deny her. So he let her continue to torture herself month after month until finally she became fed up and declared she was going in for fertility testing.

That’s when it had all gone wrong.

Her doctor had run a few blood panels and then called both of them into her office. The day was still fresh in Alex’s mind even almost five years on. How the older woman had told them that Izzie was finally pregnant, but that her labs had revealed something else besides just a baby.

Izzie had cancer. And it was spreading quickly.

Refusing to give up the child that she wanted so badly Izzie decided right then in the doctors office to forego treatment to continue her pregnancy. When they went home that night Alex begged her to take the treatment and assured her that they could try again or adopt or anything else. But Izzie was adamant that the baby they’d been given was a blessing and that she didn’t want the treatment.

Alex let her make the decision, despite how his brain told him to keep fighting with her. That night they crawled into bed and as he held his wife Alex prayed that things would turn out okay for them.

One week later at Izzie’s first appointment, they were both shocked to find out that they were having twins.

Immediately Alex began charting out worst-case scenarios, knowing that twins would take an even larger toll on Izzie’s already fragile body. He was a doctor for god’s sake, he knew the risks of both pregnancy and cancer. But he never said anything, he simply supported Izzie and helped her the best that he could. As her pregnancy progressed and her cancer worsened it became evident that everything Alex had ever held dear was holding on by a thin thread.

Izzie was admitted to the hospital when she was almost 19 weeks. She was on strict bedrest orders until the twins were delivered, her body barely supporting her let alone the two babies sucking all of her energy. Alex spent every waking moment of his life at the hospital for ten weeks, barely seeing the sun for more than a few moments a day. When he wasn’t working or operating he was sitting at his wifes bedside, only leaving to get the nursery ready at Izzie’s insistence.

They day that Izzie hit 28 weeks Alex went up to visit her after he finished rounds like he’d made a habit of doing. Her room was empty, the bed was gone and there were medical supplies littering the floor. His heart had dropped out of his chest as he raced to the OR. He stood in the gallery motionless, Meredith on one side and Cristina on the other as he watched his wife flatline.

The only thing that kept Alex upright and on his feet was that the twins hadn’t been delivered yet. He watched in slow motion as one then two impossibly tiny babies were held up high, tiny high-pitched screams echoing from them as they were placed into incubators and rolled out of the OR. As soon as his children were out of sight Alex collapsed to the floor, sobs wracking his body not only for his wife but for their son and daughter who she had sacrificed so much for but would never get to meet.

From the moment he first held his children in his arms his whole life had been about them. Every day from the moment he woke to the moment he fell asleep all he thought about was Alexis and Eli and if they were okay, if they were happy, if they felt loved. He tried to be as present as he could, always playing Legos with them or reading them as many stories as he possibly could before they fell asleep at night. That’s the only life Alexis and Eli have known over the past five years, one with their dad there for every single minute of their lives and stories of their mom coming from him and the many aunts and uncles they have around the hospital.

But now, now Alex thought of other things. When he woke up he would wonder if he and Jo would have a case together, if she would scrunch up her nose when he told a bad joke. He fell asleep sometimes thinking of her laugh and the way she would always tease him. When his kids ran through the house screaming he would fight off the urge to tell them to quiet down in case they woke Luna up, even when her and Jo weren’t visiting. He couldn’t help the way his mind always drifted to Jo.

And so now he stood across from her, eyes wide and heart open ready to tell her that he wanted her. He wanted everything with her and even though it scared the shit out of him he knew he had to tell her.

“Listen, I have to tell you something,” as soon as the words leave Alex’s mouth he knows they’re wrong. Jo looks at him and blinks up silently and she’s scared. She’s terrified of what he’s going to say and it’s clear as day on her face.

“No, you don't,” Jo shakes her head, taking a step back from Alex. Her heart is pounding and she can’t help the way she settles her hand above it as if to slow the beats.

“You don't even know what I'm gonna say,” Alex huffs, as if he’s right. But he isn’t because Jo knows what three words he’s going to say. Three words that will ruin their friendship, that will have her running out the door before he can finish the phrase.

“I think I do, and you shouldn't.”

“Jo…,” Alex wants to scream it from the rooftops, his feelings for her. But he also wants to make sure he doesn’t scare Jo because she happens to be the most important thing in his life besides his kids. “Please?”

“No way, I'll mess it up, Alex. I mess everything good in my life up, and... and we have kids. Both of us. We have three kids and they’re already messy enough without whatever this is between us. Okay? Things are already messy and we work as friends really well and our kids get along, well as much as an infant and some really adorable five year olds can. But I… I don't wanna mess that up. I can’t mess something else up for Luna, I can’t do that to her.”

Jo's journey to motherhood was full of hardships and started with a turbulent marriage. Fresh out of med school Jo had married Paul, her former professor who had gotten her a job at Mass Gen. She was riding a high of graduation, a new job at a prestigious hospital, and a brand new marriage that she missed all the signs. The passive-aggressive behavior, the need to check her phone, the constant control over every aspect of her life. She had pushed her worries aside at first, hoping that she was overreacting. She loved Paul, she wanted everything with him and she wouldn’t let her stupid worries ruing that. By the time Jo had finally taken notice of how bad things had gotten it had been almost a year and she had added ‘get kicked around before bed’ to her daily routine.

She’d finally had enough, ten months into their tumultuous marriage to Paul Jo had made a plan to leave him. And then she’d gotten sick. By the fourth morning of being hunched over the toilet, she’d known that there was no leaving now. Or maybe it was more important than ever to leave, but Jo couldn’t be certain. Not when she could barely keep enough food down to support her already frail body.

Paul had been… Confusing. When she’d first told him he’d cried and promised to take care of her and their child. And he had, really. He’d taken her to her appointments and made sure she ate well. If he was in a particularly good mood he would hold her hair back while she puked or bring her a water bottle. Jo was sure that whatever version of Paul she was dealing with would be gone in a flash.

And he was.

She was almost seven months along and they’d just found out that they were having a girl. Jo had wanted to be surprised, but Paul had convinced the ultrasound tech to tell them at her appointment much to her dismay. The thought kept Jo up at night, sleep evading her as she turned the idea of a little girl with her bright hazel eyes falling to the same fate as her at the hands of her father over and over again in her head.

She couldn’t sleep, she had stopped attempting to after the first three nights. Instead, she sat in the living room, the TV droning on as background noise to the intrusive thoughts about her daughter that plagued her.

Daughter.

The word evoked so much feeling in Jo. She’d never had anyone call her their daughter. How could Jo care for her daughter when she never had a mom? How could she love her daughter when no one had ever shown her the love a daughter should receive? These thoughts kept her up too, the fact that she still had yet to form an emotional bond with the baby that was beginning to roll around in her womb. Despite the fact that she still felt indifferent about her child, she knew that she couldn’t let her go through what she had.

She needed to leave.

She needed to but she couldn’t.

It was nine days after the news had come to Jo that Paul’s attitude flipped. She’d been up all night sitting with her thoughts and was just coming upstairs to slip into bed so that Paul wouldn’t assume that anything was wrong. As soon as she’d stepped onto the second-floor landing he’d been in front of her, yelling and screaming about how he knew she was cheating on him and that’s why she wasn’t in bed. How the baby she was carrying wasn’t his and that he should’ve ‘taken care of the problem’ when he had the chance.

As soon as his voice raised Jo knew she was screwed. Whatever white picket fence life Paul had tried to convince her she wanted disappeared in a flash.

Jo prayed. She never had before but she found herself praying and begging whatever God was out there to watch over her daughter, to keep her safe and not let any harm come to her.

In a single instant and three distinct moves, Jo’s life changed forever.

One. Her daughter kicked against her palm, the movement reminding Jo she wasn’t alone.

Two. Jo’s heart burst wide open and a rush of love for the baby growing inside of her filled her chest.

Three. Paul’s hands found her shoulders and Jo went tumbling down the stairs.

She doesn’t remember much after that, blurry scenes from the next few days clouding her memory.

Jo knew Paul called 911, had cried and begged them for help.

Jo knew that she’d pleaded with the EMTs to save her daughter, to not let her get hurt like she had.

Jo knew Paul was walked out of the house in handcuffs, his volatile words flying through the air.

Jo knew that her daughter was ripped from her body as soon as she made it to Mass Gen, the too small infant being whisked away from her before she even had a chance to ask if she was okay or not.

Jo knew that her body was broken and bruised, hurt beyond anything that Paul had put her through before.

Jo knew without a shadow of a doubt that her life would never be the same.

When she woke two days later, mind foggy and body aching, all Jo could feel was fear. The nurse at her side assured her that she was okay, that her daughter was in the NICU and she was doing fine.

(She’d also whispered under her breath that Paul was in prison and that multiple women had come forward when Jo’s story had been plastered over every media outlet in Boston)

Before she could process what the nurse had told her, Atticus Lincoln was standing in the doorway of her hospital room, sheepishly explaining that while Paul was her emergency contact he was still her next of kin. Jo hadn’t seen him in almost two years, not since Paul had unceremoniously kicked Link and all of her friends out of her life.

The sight of her best friend, of her brother, brought fresh tears to her eyes and her heart leapt as Link moved forward to hug her. Jo was bruised and broken but doing well considering what had happened.

“Have you seen her?”

Jo didn’t need to specify who she was talking about as Link immediately got his phone out and pulled up a photo for her.

“She looks just like you.”

The moment she saw the tiny baby in the incubator for herself Jo knew that she could never not love the little girl in front of her. Her tiny hand had curled around Jo’s finger and the tears had come instantly. She proudly declared to Link that she felt as if her daughter had hung the moon and stars for her.

“So what, you’re gonna name her Moony?”

As Link laughed in the background a small smile lit her face up.

“No. Link, I’d like to introduce you to Luna Grace.”

The next few months weren’t easy on Jo. Link took a sabbatical from his new ortho fellowship to help her get on her feet. Her physical recovery was long and gruesome, her body almost unrecognizable as she looked in the mirror every day. Her mental battle was even harder, the horrors and atrocities of her marriage and her past quickly coming to light as she truly tried to better herself for her daughter.

Luna quickly became the best part of her days. After physical therapy and regular therapy, Jo would make her way down to the NICU to visit Luna. For being born at 28 weeks the little girl quickly proved to her mom and Link that she was a fighter. Every day there was more and more progress and all of the nurses continued to compliment Jo on her daughter’s growth.

After Jo was released from the hospital but before Luna was, their case went to trial. The day had been nerve-wracking, Paul’s ice-cold stare had followed her across the courtroom and she could almost hear his venomous words hurled at her.

In the end, Paul had gone to prison for two counts of attempted murder, not including the dozens of women who were waiting to testify against him now. As he was walked out of the courtroom Jo took her first deep breath in what felt like decades.

“You know, Luna is going to be discharged soon.”

Jo turned to Link, the two of them sat across from each other next to Luna’s incubator. She was cooing and making a variety of noises, clearly an attempt to redirect the conversation back toward her.

“Yeah, her doctor said by the end of the month. Why?”

“You both deserve a fresh start, Jo. Boston can’t give you that.”

Link leaned forward as Jo’s expression mirrored one of confusion.

“Come back with me to Seattle. You’re brilliant, you’ll be able to land a job with me at Seattle Grace in no time.”

The decision really made itself. Jo knew that Link was right, that Boston would not be a welcoming home for her or for Luna. And so, five weeks later Jo found herself seated on a plane with Luna squeezed between her and Link headed for a fresh start in Seattle.

“You won't mess anything up. And our kids already love each other, you know that. Alexis can’t stop talking about Luna and Eli is determined to get her walking before the end of the year,” Alex takes a step forward and when Jo doesn’t step back he reaches out, taking her hand in his. “Last night, before the tree, you asked me a question. You wanted to hear me say the words and honestly, that scared me.”

“Alex…”

“I haven’t said… that to anyone since Izzie and it scared me but,” Alex takes a deep breath and meets Jo’s gaze, both of them filled with an odd mix of fear and excitement. “The longer I thought about it the more it felt real, felt right. And you’re right, we work well as friends and we have kids but I know there’s something there. So I'm... Saying the words right now.”

And Alex was right, he and Jo were the perfect team. From the moment they met they’d worked in perfect tandem, always anticipating the others next move in and out of the OR. The first day they’d met Jo had been in the middle of what was supposed to be a routine c-section, Alex waiting to take the baby who was five weeks early. Things had been going fine, Alex was checking over the infant and Jo was closing up when the monitors began to ring out around them.

“Shit… can someone page general? I need another set of hands here,” Jo was working frantically, knowing she had done everything by the book but hoping against hope that she hadn’t accidentally ruined her first solo c-section.

Alex, who had already confirmed that the infant in his care would be fine to go to the NICU without any complications, hopped up, immediately coming to Jo’s aide, “I’m here, what do you need?”

Truthfully Alex was expecting a fight, he hadn’t worked with Jo yet but he’d heard stories already of how she was a firecracker who didn’t take shit from anyone. He was pleasantly surprised when she pointed out where the hemmorage was and they both worked to control it. The issue solved itself quickly and once he was sure that she’d be okay on her own again Alex left to check on his own patient who was already heading to the NICU.

“You’re good, not that I doubted it but it’s nice to see the evidence for myself,” Jo’s voice had shocked him later that night when she’d sidled up next to him as he finished a chart. Looking back now he’s sure that he looked like an idiot when he turned to her. They’d only met in the OR where Jo had been gowned up with her surgical mask and cap on. In the hallway though she stood in her dark blue scrubs with her hair in two identical braids, wide hazel eyes staring up at him and pert pink lips curving into an amused smile. “Jo Wilson, I know we worked together earlier but I figured a formal introduction was needed.”

“Alex Karev, nice to meet you,” while Jo had indeed noticed Alex staring at her, she couldn’t help but reciprocate the action herself. Out of his surgical gear he was downright gorgeous with his chiseled jawline and the scruff along his cheeks. “You came from Mass Gen?”

Jo nodded, but before she could respond one of the nurses in front of her interrupted, “Doctor Wilson, the daycare is paging you. Sounds like your daughter might have been injured.”

Jo was off and running before the nurse had finished talking. Alex, who had nothing better to do at almost 8 PM, had followed her into the elevator. It wasn’t until the metal doors shut that she’d turned to him, “Where are you going?”“The nurse said your daughter is hurt, I’m a pediatric surgeon,” Alex shrugged, sticking his hands in his pockets. He suddenly felt nervous, like maybe he shouldn’t have followed Jo. “Figured I might be of some help.”

Nothing else was said on their elevator ride, both doctors standing in silence until the doors slid open on the ground floor. Alex kept up with Jo’s quick pace, even sprinting after her when loud wails began to echo through the halls as they got closer to the daycare. When they arrived, one of the daycare workers was holding an infant who’s face was bright red as she continued to cry.

“Luna’s been fussy all day but she just spiked a fever about half an hour ago,” the worker’s words were hurried as Jo brought Luna into her arms. “I don’t know what happened.”“What happened is you should’ve called me hours ago,” Jo’s voice was biting as she checked over her daughter was was still crying. Alex understood Jo’s frustration, had been there many times himself, but he felt compelled to comfort her.

“Can I look her over? I promise I know what I’m doing,” Alex’s kept his voice calm and low as he placed a hand on Jo’s back. She looked up at him with teary eyes and he could feel the fear radiating off of her. “Jo, she’s gonna be okay.”

Jo followed him without question as he headed toward the ER just around the corner from the daycare. Alex commandeered a triage room and began to look over Luna, who was whimpering in Jo’s arms as her mother attempted to calm her down.

“She’s six months old but she was born at 28 weeks. So it’s been really hard for me to trust anyone with her, let alone try and get through a work day,” Alex realizes that Jo is sniffling too now. “I just… if something is wrong, after everything we’ve been through, I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself.”

“My twins were born at 28 weeks too, so I understand where you’re coming from,” Alex grabbed an otoscope from the counter, checking both of Luna’s ears quickly. “That would be it, double ear infection. Should clear up with antibiotics and some TLC.”

Jo let out a heavy sigh before breaking into a round of cries herself, shoulders shaking as she held Luna to her chest. Alex set his tools down, unsure of whether to comfort Jo or give her some space. Jo chose for him, her entire history with her ex husband and Luna’s birth and how they came to Seattle spilling out before she could stop it. She still doesn’t know why she chose to share the most traumatic events of her life with Alex so easily but she did.

Alex in turn shared the story of Alexis and Eli’s birth and by the time they’ve both opened up Luna was fast asleep in Jo’s arms and there were tears on both of their cheeks. Despite only meeting hours earlier, Jo and Alex had quickly formed a bond that wouldn’t soon be broken.

“Alex,” Jo’s voice is barely above a whisper as they stand across from each other in the on call room. “I don't hear anything.”

“Shut up,” Alex grumbles, a deep breath leaving him as he fixes Jo with a gaze that has her heart beating faster.

“Okay, but I-”

“I'm serious Jo.”

“Fine.”

There’s silence around them as Jo and Alex stare at each other, Alex steeling his nerves and Jo smirking up at him. Finally, his lips part and the words Jo had so desperately been telling herself weren’t coming hang in the air.

“I love you. I love you and Luna and the dynamic we all have together and I want… I want you, I want us and our family, I was everything with you Jo. I love you.”

And it’s true, Alex loves Jo. It hit him weeks ago, and almost knocked the wind out of him with such a monumental feeling for a moment so mundane.

Jo had brought Luna over and they hadn’t even been there for five minutes before Alexis and Eli had dragged her off to the playroom and insisted that she play dressup with them. The day was burned into his mind, the way he peaked in down the hall to find Jo in a tiara and a feather boa while Alexis served her ‘tea’ and Eli asked her about her life as a princess. Jo was speaking in a fake British accent while she let Alexis put more sparkly clips into her hair and it hit him then.

He loved her.

Alex loved Jo in the way he loved Izzie once upon a time, in a way he didn’t think he would ever love anyone again.

At first it had scared him but ultimately it ignited a fire inside his chest that he couldn't wait to watch grow ablaze. The love he felt for Jo had consumed him in all of a second and he let the feeling overtake him.

And then Luna had crawled across the floor to him, tugging on the leg of his pants. He’d hoisted the almost one year old onto his hip and Luna had cuddled into him immediately, her blonde curls splaying against his shoulder as she hugged him tightly and he realized with a start that Jo wasn’t the only person that he loved.

Because he loved her daughter too, who fit so easily into his life and his heart, who slipped in alongside her mother.

The air in the on call room changes and both of them let out a deep breath, Jo not hesitating even a second as she throws herself into Alex’s arms and lets her lips brush against his. His hands find purchase on her hips and their bodies are pushed so closely together that they can feel the other breathing. Jo finally pulls back, her forehead resting against Alex’s.

#jolex #alex karev #jo wilson #jo karev #greys anatomy #jo x alex #jolex fanfic #jolex fic #greys anatomy fanfic #nina writes

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thenugking · 1 year

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For the Ask Meme for Sammy

5, 12, 1, 18, 9!

Have some Numbers

right THANK YOU sm for sending me an ask, sorry it took me 200 years to actually answer it!!

1. Basics! Name, age, personality, etc. What do they look like? Are they a new or old oc?

Samantha Cortez, 26 years old maybe?? I think she’s a few months older than Jazz (but in the same school year). Smart, kind and determined, but anxious and full of self doubt.

Her general existence is… nearly a year old now? In that when I started playing Jazz, I knew she had a best friend with this basic personality that she’d do anything for. She’s obviously got more fleshed out as time went on, particularly when I actually started playing her.

5. What was their life like before being iced?

Unideal. She went to the same shitty school as Jazz did, where she did much better academically and was “A Pleasure To Have In Class” but went through a lot of bullying as an Undiagnosed Autistic and often had her struggles overlooked because she was a Smart Quiet Kid. Definitely nothing drawn from my own experience here noooope. Jazz and Sammie were pretty much each other’s first and only friends.

After school, Sammie got a degree in Biology. She wanted a doctorate, but was absolutely unable to afford it, and ended up with a shitty lab assistant job instead and no real way to progress in her field without suddenly becoming very rich. She was the one who was initially interested in the advertisement of a life on Halcyon, hoping that starting somewhere new and smaller would help her distinguish herself in her career and find something more worthwhile to do than washing test tubes. Jazz encouraged her to find the confidence to leave Earth for good.

On family… She was raised by a single mother, who doesn’t always have as much time as she’d like for Sammie, and is maybe a bit too focused on praising her for academic successes than in checking that she’s happy, but is trying her best. She doesn’t always succeed, but it’s a much better relationship than Jazz has with either of her parents, at least. Sammie’s mum did have to die before they left for Halcyon though--Sammie wouldn’t leave Earth if she still had people she loved there. I haven’t put much thought into how it happens, sadly it’s just a plot device to let the story take place, but I think Sammie was around 17 or 18 at the time.

9. What do they think of the factions? Are they liked or disliked by any?

Sammie dislikes the Board, and Sublight, but is supportive of all the individual communities she meets. She wants the best for Edgewater and the Deserters, and for the Iconoclasts and the MSI, and does whatever she can to help them.

The factions have similar feelings about her as she does towards them, although the Board never got to the point of “shoot on sight” with Sammie. She’s at least not as loud about her dislike of them as Jazz is. She also really hates SLUG (or at least Sedrick) which is… a whole thing, but is quiet enough about that to get herself a fairly neutral reputation.

12. Did they save The Hope?

Of course! I feel like, if she’d never known Jazz, Sammie would have been slower to distrust the Board, and could potentially have started down their route, but even then it wouldn’t have lasted very long, because Sammie’s committed to at least trying to do the right thing, and there’s no way abandoning the Hope for the Lifetime Employment Program could be mistaken for the right thing.

Having had Jazz help her realise that authority can be really shitty sometimes, she never even considers working with the Board. And like Jazz, her main goal for the whole game is to get her best friend back. Spoilers it doesn’t work out any better for Sammie than for Jazz!

18. How to win them over?

Lol just tell her she’s very smart and brave and doing very well. Maybe give her a hug too. Or a pack of retro rockets.

Sammie didn’t always get a lot of positive encouragement growing up--she was already a Good Kid, she didn’t “need” it--and is plagued by self doubt. Being nice to her while respecting her abilities is a very good start. A Set Of Morals and a desire to do good really helps too! If you can’t manage that (as a lot of people in Halcyon apparently cannot), reminding her of Jazz also works in Ellie’s case.

#samantha cortez #jasmine davenport #the outer worlds #asks post #asks about ocs #marsh ocs

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cyberghost-scout · 1 year

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Japanese high school au drabbles

Well, then, I will dabble on my interpretation with @braveggg-hq involved. Remember, this is my interpretation; it is not really 100 percent.

So we got the GGG high and the Nanamagari high school gang. (Everyone is aged up.) Two separate schools seem to have a friendly rivalry, with a weird rumor of some secret government project under the schools' foundations.

Seriously, the A.I. units are masquerading as students by basing on students from years past. They could edit their appearance just enough to avoid identity incidents- and they're having a slice of lifestyle. So then, how would they meet Suni (Ghostwire) and Zelda (Phantasma)?

The twins and their father are not robots moonlighting as humans. Or they are involved in government projects to help humanity and good. They are just plain old humans with no idea that the brave GGG exists, and the twins go to an entirely different school. So how do they all meet up to be like they know each other?

Many students had to go somewhere after school was over, hangouts or head back for club activities after a refresher. Or just people-watching is fun while you wait for the rest of the friend group to arrive. At first, the brave teams may see the twins walking toward home after getting a quick snack or something small from the store as they hang out. They were joking about another set of twins to add to the collection.

Should we add them to our collection? Yet they need to be fully active to go and try to say hello. Not that the group's mean and they felt the girls weren't interested in talking as they started to walk away from the hangout zone. And also, the brave group is cautious about trusting outsiders. But they were still very impressed by how much those two girls were taller than the boys (mechs). You can bet the group's babies would love Zelda's taste in earrings.

Fast forward a couple of weeks at a mechanic shop near the park. Sometimes, Toudou would bring some students to teach them the ropes on repairing some cars on the weekend, or sometimes he wanted to see the other rare vehicles fixed as Suni worked. Toudou being such a dad figure, would notice this shy teen working on a few cars and give some tips about a few things she's having trouble with. Eventually, Suni would be used as the kind of mechanic. Finally, it'll bleed over for the rest to talk between the groups. But will hide the fact they are superheroes robots saving the world from the trio.

You can bet that it took a while for Zelda to fully trust them- after she may get blindsided by her issues, the older twin will make sure not to let the history of betrayal repeat itself on her baby sister. However, it is less intense because these guys are from different schools altogether. But some black comedy would involve how this bunhead of a girl can make everyone sweat a little with the tiny bits of information that a typical teenager should not know and causally drops in a conversation. Then not after a tense moment, she'll laugh it off, and if Suni heard the conversation would scold her sister for doing her shit again. Don't make Zelda your enemy- don't you dare ask her sister on a date without telling Zelda you're not using her baby sissy first. She'll get better at trusting them.

Eventually.

And Fedelis- while he may not be around often as he would like for his girl's lives, thanks to his job as a trauma doctor/ surgeon. He still deeply cares for his little girls, ensuring the family has one meal daily. Both girls would rarely make many friends- Suni especially, so understandably, he would be interested in meeting the new friends Sunni made when he had the chance. It'll be so funny to see their reactions upon seeing this large man as the twin's father, then a doctor, and then his blunt personality. Slowly many answers were being answered while more questions arose.

#braveggg-hq #Japanese highschool au?#au mas #Geist's Truth (headcanons)

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atldreaming · 6 years

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A fair shot

I wanna look back at this writing like I look back at my high school writing. I wanna look back and see how I have changed and how I have grown and how God has changed me.

I wanna look back at what I write someday and learn something from it. Maybe one day share some of these thoughts with someone else if I’m brave enough to be vulnerable to someone in that way. And I hope I will.

I’m nearly done with college. I’m almost a nurse. I’m working in the ER and learning so much about people and learning to relate to them. I’m trying to make a name for myself where I am and soak up all the knowledge that I can so I can be the best RN I can be when I become a nurse in just a few months. I write down all the words of encouragement or compliments I get from any doctor or nurse and keep them on a google doc to look at when the days get rough and I feel like a failure because Lord knows that feeling can swoop in when you least expect it.

I’m hurting a little bit to say the least. Getting out of a nearly 5 year relationship isn’t easy. I knew in my heart that it was going to end for months but I kept fighting. I thought that maybe we could salvage it. I didn’t want to be a quitter. And it’s funny because that’s what I feel like his family sees me as. But they didn’t see the years and years of dysfunction that went unanswered for. And I hate that I am losing them as well.

I’m happy but simultaneously I feel scared and secure all in the same way. Insecure and confident. Lonely but also fulfilled by the new found friendships that have entered my life in this past season.

It had gotten to the point in my relationship that I realized I would have rather been single than to marry him. That was terrifying. When someone who has become a home to you starts to become someone you resent. I realized that I would rather not be with someone who doesn’t share the same passions I’m after than to be with them due to the ache in my heart for companionship to cure my loneliness. I realized that a relationship isn’t a cure-all for loneliness. Your life does not become perfect just because you have someone who loves you that you love in return. The battles you face are the same, you just have someone who has your back.

At least that’s how its supposed to be. A relationship shouldn’t fix all your problems. And it can’t.

Perhaps God can use me best as a single woman.

Maybe I’m meant to relate to others better this way.

I want to be married. I feel like I would work well in a partnership and that I would love to be someone’s bride and work alongside them as a team. I would love to have someone to come home to each night that I could confide in and share my life with.

I will put that all aside if I need to. I will give it up.

What is my purpose? What’s the next step?

I graduate before the end of the year. Do I transition into becoming an ER nurse and take things day by day? Maybe God wants me to be His hands and feet to my patients in the ER. Do I work towards a down payment on a house? I think I wouldn’t want to purchase a house without someone to settle down with.

Do I want to settle down?

That’s terrifying.

Maybe that drive in me to travel is what I need to follow. Maybe medical missions? Travel nursing?

Do I stay in Atlanta, Georgia?

Where can you use me, God?

My friends and I made small talk with an older couple that was near us at a brewery tonight. They had been married 37 years and had gotten married at 22 after knowing each other for 3 days.

My friend asked them their secret.

And after they credited communication and teamwork for the success of the marriage, the wife leaned in and told us how when she knew, she knew. She said that if it takes you 2 years to figure out that you want to marry someone then they probably aren’t the right person for you.

How does that work?

As a logical and analytical mind, how do you let a feeling guide your future?

Feelings can be deceiving. Feelings can lie. Feelings aren’t logic.

I felt peace when I ended my relationship and even though I do second guess myself a lot, I didn’t for that particular decision.

Is the feeling you feel when you find the one similar? Will I ever feel that feeling? That feeling of sureness?

I haven’t felt that often in my life.

I felt it when I broke up with him.

I felt it when I spent a clinical rotation in the ER and knew that it was what I wanted to pursue in my career.

Is finding “the one” even a real thing? What if everyone has several people that could work well with them but there isn’t just one that wins?

Do soulmates exist?

I didn’t intend for my first post to be as sappy as it is and to spend the time complaining about my love life or the lack thereof.

I’ll write more thoughts later. Maybe I just needed to get these particular feelings out.

I’ve always thought that I should convey that I’m content with singleness and ready for God to use me wherever He desires. And most of the time I am content and ready. I figure that I can’t say that I’m looking for a man of God that is content with singleness if I’m not content with it myself. I can’t ask for one thing and act differently.

I need to work on this.

I need to seek the kingdom first.

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letslistentoitagain · 2 years

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Ok, this will hopefully be my last post about the bae, so here we go.

I met him at the beach, he was nice and we had a good conversation, exchanged numbers and i basically forgot he even existed until he texted me about 2 weeks later.

First time going out, we went to the same beach we met at, i got.... tipsy and he was a complete gentleman until i whispered in his ear that i wanted to get out of there and well, to take me home.

We saw each other daily, he laid down with me to sleep even when he was wide awake and even when i asked if he got bored he would smile and say that just watching me sleep, touching me, being near me and knowing that i trusted him like that was enough for him.

I love how he made me feel, desirable, sexy, daring, brave, sensual and just... just seeing the look on his eyes when i tried on a dress, a couple of shorts or even wore only his shirt... well, that shit was addictive.

He was never silent in his adoration, constantly telling me how pretty, cute, sexy and nice i looked, his hands worshiping my body while his eyes never left mine.

I was happy, i mean, my last relationship was years ago and frankly, it wasnt as fulfulling as this one, so i held on even when i noticed some behaviors that i did not like.

I wasnt trying to change him, mind you, i was a friend and later on girlfriend, not his mother to whom he barely speaks and mostly when his brother is there. The bae has family issues.

I always felt i was dating both him and his brother, the brother was there pretty much all the time we were outside of his room, want to go to the movies? Yeah we can go, but lets wait for my brother to finish working and then we can go.

I had a medical scare a week before breaking it off with him, basically, that scare made me put everything into perspective.

He was lovely, attentive and as helpful as he could, i was histerical.

I have always been independent, been living alone for years now so my first instinct is to look for ways of a) travel as i wont be able to drive, b) let my friends know what im about to do in case something happens and c) go to every doctor i know to get a 2nd or 3rd opinion.

He got... not mad, but frustrated that i let him know what i was going to do, but did not take into consideration that he was there and could help me; i was crying when he raised his voice and of course i felt it as if he was yelling at me and told him off qnd after a few seconds and a small "love you" we hung up; he went to see me and apologized for that, he did not mean to loose his cool like that but he was frustrated by my dismissal of him.

He took me to the medical center the next day, took me to the hospital thereafter and waited while a surgery was scheduled for me for the following month. (It was still too expensive even if my insurance paid for it, the amount i had to cover way too high)

We talked that same day, like really really talked..told me about his ex wives (i knew he had been married once because of a couple of comments a few weeks prior), told me about his youngest child whose name i dont know and dont want to know and i basically told him that if he married that young (17) he must have at least another child, or well, an adult now and as he began to tell me about him i stopped him, i dont want to be callous but i dont want to know about any of his children i just wanted confirmation and how many of them were out there (turns out he has 6 children).. he told me he was in love with me and in the same breath that his children had a man to call father that wasnt him.

That moment, that comment made me realise that even if he is older than me, he never grew up, he jokingly said that he has the peter pan syndrome (he is a text book case of said syndrome) and that.. that got me thinking.

He is not a man that can accept commitment, he may love me, be in love with me even, but... he has a tendency to fall into patterns (the ex wives, he moved into living with them within months of knowing each of them) and what if i have a child with him? Would we live in blissful harmony for 5 years before he leaves me like he did his exes? Yeah, no, i have no desire nor need for that.

The morning i broke it off... he texted me right as he wope up, he waited for me go get off work (i work the night shift) and went to meet up with me near my job.... he was sad, nostalgic and i noticed, when i asked he... he didnt want to say but after i assured him that his feelings were valid, he told me that during our conversation i had said something that made him realise that i was going to break it off with him at some point, and that he had been repeating that comment for days now to himself.

When i told him my reasons for leaving him (such as his kids, his lack of motivation for a better future, use of drugs and so on) he again repeated that he was not the father and that he was like that sincd the beginning and i had known that.

I let him know that it was also because i was changing because of him, and that tjose changes? They were not for the best in most cases, that he had been dismissive of my opinions and a lot more things i could write a novel and a spin off from, we hugged, we cried and then... he left.

Because of the medical scare, i still talk to him, to let him know how everything is developing, and im hoping that once the surgery is done... i can finally let go of him.

#the bae #breaking it off with the bae #fucking may #gimme a hug you bastard

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