#← i guess it's good if it'll help them make it more frequent but

[snfies]

so no more karlnap + guest banter episodes?

#WHAT DO THEY MEANNNNN #a permanent addition no i beg you #← i guess it's good if it'll help them make it more frequent but #my karlnap 😭😭 #jo.txt

[andhumanslovedstories]

Hey so your post about pain management as a bedside nurse is so important to my own nursing practice that I've considered printing it out so I can have it to hand all the time. So thanks for that. Also, how do you deal with assignments that are busy enough that pain management is harder than it should be? I'm coming up on two years as a nurse and I feel like I take it personally when I am too busy to adequately manage my patients pain. I'm also coming from a newly unionized hospital where the ratios are still horrendous (I do 1:10 on med surg) and I'm hoping once we can enforce our staffing grids it'll be better but idk I'm burning out and I love my job so much and I really respect your nursing philosophy? I guess. Sorry for the word vomit it's been a crazy shift.

I've been trying to think of how to answer this since I got it. It's just such a horrendous ratio. With ten patients a shift, that's like six minutes an hour for each in a fantasy world where there's no charting and everything is exactly where you need it to be. I feel like I don't have great insight into this because the most med surg patients I've had assigned is five. Ten patients to one nurse is just a raw deal for everyone. Like christ no wonder you feel like you're burning out! I'll give you what thoughts I have and hopefully other people can chime in if they have suggestions. But that's such a hard patient load.

When I've been super swamped, I've found that's when being really explicit about your thinking with the patient helps. Like if I have to dash into a room and then dash back out, I'll make sure the board is updated with the next medication time and that the patient knows when the medication is going to kick in. I'll also provide call light parameters. I have a lot of success telling people, "the med should be doing something by 5:30. If I haven't checked in with you by then, and the pain is unchanged or barely changed, hit your call light and we'll try the next step. Also hit your call light if you feel any sudden change, like now you're nauseated or you have a headache or the type of pain changes or something just feels very wrong. Is there anything you need before I step out of the room?"

I like to be explicit about when to call me because I think there's two directions call light usage can go wrong: someone calls all the time, or someone never calls. With someone who calls all the time, I find that telling them when I'll be back and that I want them to call me if I'm not takes away some of that anxiety that can causes some people to call frequently. Often those patients are afraid that if they aren't on the call light, they're gonna get ignored.

For the other type of patient, the one that doesn't call, I want to make explicit that it's GOOD AND NORMAL TO CALL YOUR NURSE WHEN YOU HAVE SYMPTOMS. We've all had that patient at the end of shift who goes, "btw the gnawing pain in my leg is now a 10/10" and you're like "what gnawing pain sir?? you've literally never mentioned it before now?? I don't have any meds for that lemme page super quick????" These patients can get into pain crises easily because they don't ask for help until something is unbearable. In addition to pain crisis bad, it takes a lot more time to deal with something unbearable than it does to deal with something uncomfortable.

On that note, are you spending your very limited time efficiently? To me, that actually means spend more time talking with patients, at least up front. Manage expectations, make sure people know what to expect. Having conversations with patients that are like, "You just had surgery, it's not gonna happen that we get you completely painless. We want to get you to a manageable pain level that allows you to do whatever it is you most want to do this shift." (For me on nights, that's usually sleeping at least a little, but sometimes the realistic goal you make together is that you will feel at some point better than you feel right now.) "You have this medication scheduled, and you have this one available every X hours when your pain is severe. Is there anything you know that helps you deal with pain?"

Also establish if patients want to be woken up for certain prn medications or if they're sleeping, to let them sleep. With some patients, I will advise them to get woken up for pain medication because I know that they're going to need consistent control to avoid a crisis. (Crises take so much time!)

When I'm crunched for time, I'm fond of bringing in an ice pack and being like "if it works, great, if it doesn't, just take it off, either way here it is." Sometimes I'll do the same with a warm blanket. If I know my patient needs to take pills, I'll bring a cup of water with me into the room. If there's a basic prn like melatonin or tylenol that I think they might want, I'll pull them in advance. If the patient doesn't want them, I return them next time I'm in the med room. (Obviously, don't do this with controlled substances. It's super easy to forget to return them, and not returning opioids is one of those whoopsies people get fired over.)

Decision making takes time. Walking to go get stuff takes time. I want to save the time it takes to assess if the patient needs those things and then walk off to fetch them by just having the things already. If your tightest resource is time, be liberal with resources you can spare. If you're stuck with a patient, do you have anyone you can delegate a prn med pass to? Do you know how to do the absolute minimum charting you need to? Do you have flushes and alcohol wipes and whatever other most common things you need? And since you can't hoard time, if you've got some to spare, ask yourself if there is anything you can do now that will save you time later. If you have five free minutes now and an incontinent patient, getting them up to the bathroom now can save you from taking the time for incontinence care and a bed change later on when they've also sundowned and decide they hate everything but most of all you.

So much of this answer I realize is investing as much time upfront as you can, which I realize is so hard when you are so busy. It sucks immensely that prepping takes much less time than not being prepared does when you don't always have time to prep. Plus when you invest that time to pain plan with patients and do small preventative interventions, I think it also provides some psychological comfort that helps with pain. You're letting them know you're invested and you care and you have a plan, even if you don't have all the time you'd like. That can mean better pain control, which can mean needing to spend less time in that room overall, meaning you can save six whole minutes at some point and maybe even, if we're feeling crazy, get a chance to indulge in that greatest of indulgences: just a real leisurely on-shift piss.

#nursing tag #i hope this helps at all i know how much it sucks to end a shift like 'cool. i didn't help my patients. feel great about that.' #it sucks when you don't have enough time to take care of people because you have too many people to take care of #anyway also thank you re: pain post compliment. and also thank you re: getting to talk about pain mgmt again #marge simpson holding potato voice: i just think [nursing process and symptom management] is neat!

[theweirderstuffblogdontlook]

Got two fanfics below the readmore, and a closing comic strip at the end of the fanfic showing what happens afterwards. So make sure to at least scroll to the bottom!

Sitting at the bar, a gay bar mostly frequented by lesbians which they had visited without incident a few times prior, Caprica alternated between sipping a drink, looking at her phone, and keeping an eye on Bob. Bob being currently disguised as Barbra, her "girlfriend" and former truck driver from out of town who’s been recovering from a car accident at her house.

It seemed everything was going pretty well. Bob's done a good job not being too suspicious and not breaking character, so she's been exploiting the bar over the past couple of days to keep Bob busy, and give herself a break from having the undivided attention of her obsessive stalker.

Though the unfortunate (in her opinion) trade off of being in a public location, is that sometimes people other than Bob will also take the initiative to bother her.

Case in point, as a lady sat in a barstool beside her, gesturing to get her attention and get Caprica to lean in a bit closer.

Saying in a bit of a hushed tone

"Hey, sorry to bother ya honey, but I figured I'd ask you instead. But Barbara's a Trans woman right?"

Oh… guess they clocked Bob. Still, that's a lot better than assuming he's a notorious criminal hiding out in disguise. 

She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.

"Uhhhhh…. Yeah. She… uhhh, she'd rather not talk about it."

"Yeah I understand. Just figured I'd ask since we've got a support group coming up, in case she wants to participate. You can let her know just in case I don't get the chance to talk with her privately for a minute."

"No, it's probably best if I let her know myself, so she won't… uhhh… I'll let her know."

"Alright, just get back to me if Barb is interested or not. No pressure though if she isn comfortable bringing it up."

"Yeah, we'll let you know."

And she got up and left to go mingle, leaving Caprica alone with her thoughts.

Damn, she should probably get ahead of this before Bob does anything too suspicious.

Sometime later, she and Bob sat in the big truck that used to belong to her grandfather, getting ready to go home, though she got Bob to pause for a bit for a chat. 

"So there might be something we should go over in regards to your Barbra disguise. So just in case someone asks, let's go over what transgender means, and a few other relevant terms you should know."

"Well alright. If ya think it'll help."

(One explanation later…..)

"Alright, now say it back to me. Someone asks if you're a Trans woman, what do you think that means?"

Bob, with a bit of excitement in his tone, replies

"It means I'm a lady who hasn't chopped off her dick yet!"

"...."

"...."

"You know what, we'll work on that."

And they head home.

Another day, another time, but the same place, Caprica and Bob (disguised as Barbra) are sitting together at a table at the lesbian bar, sharing a plate of nachos. 

Though Caprica was more eating a small bowl of jalapeño rings that came with the nachos than the nachos themselves.

And Bob was more enjoying teasing and flirting with his grumpy unsociable girlfriend than snacking.

Until they are rudely interrupted.

Two men, acting tipsy either from alcohol or their own egotistical self satisfaction, sleased over, one of them leaning against the table beside Caprica while the other stood behind her.

"Hey cutie, how'd you like to get with a real man?"

"Yeah, we’d be happy to show what you’re missing, hanging out with a bunch of slutty rug munchers like these."

Without skipping a beat though, and more of reflex than anything, Caprica deadpanned,

"Dude, this is a gay bar…. For gays. Quit flirting with people like me and go suck each other's faces instead."

And reached to take a sip of her drink.

Before her eyes glance over, and notice Bob's hand balled into a tight fist, which shook slightly with rage.

Caprica choked on her drink

OH SHIT RIGHT BOB!!!!!

These guys just… Oh shit. Right in front of Bob.

Trying not to let the nerves show in her voice, she says

"Okay, you…. You guys need to leave…" 

Obviously not successful in putting up a brave front.

And the guys just leaned in a bit closer. Pitching their voices a bit lower to make it harder for any lookie-loos to hear them over the background music.

"Awwww, but we just got here! And somebody's gotta set these dykes straight, might as well be a couple of good Samaritans like us."

"Yeah, we'd be happy to show you chick's what dick tastes like."

SHIT what can she do!! These guys are literally digging their own graves! Eyes widening further in fear she glances between the guys and the barely disguised ball of murderous rage that was Bob. 

Probably the only things keeping these two guys alive right now, was one… Bob being a bit of a slow thinker, taking a minute to figure out how exactly he was gonna murder these two. And two, that she makes him leave his knives at home when they go out in disguise so he couldn’t impulse stab as easily.

She makes a snap decision. 

Maybe if she can make a scene first, Bob won't get the opportunity to do something drastic and reveal his identity in public.

She turns to glare at the two men, raising her voice to draw more attention and maybe get someone else to intervene first before any blood gets spilled.

"I am literally here with my fucking girlfriend!"

She says gesturing at Bob.

"Now unless you two assholes want the only thing you're ever known for around town, is that you two are the kind of guys to hit on other people's girlfriends, you'd better walk out those doors and never let anyone here see your faces ever again!"

And good lord, the condescending smugness of these dudes was palpable.

"Hey now, no need to get all hysterical on us."

"Yeah, how are we supposed to know if it's your time of the month or not?"

And the two snicker dumbly, while Capricas eyes dart around. 

Two of the women from the dance floor, who were regulars at the bar, seem to have gotten the hint that something was up and were heading this way.

Though the two guys then continued, clearly trying to cover their ass now that there was a risk of witnesses.

"Hey, if you… two aren't in an uhhhh… open relationship you coulda just let us know and not get all upset over nothing.

"Besides, with how gross, fat, and hairy your girlfriend is, maybe you don't need a guy after all!"

Their condescending laughter peters out with a squeak of Bob's chair as he stands. The two men's courage faltering for a moment as they see his stature dwarfing the both of theirs.

The two women who had been making their way over also pausing at the sight, the anger in Bob's posture being clear even from across the room.

Though he keeps his tone even, and thankfully doesn't drop the feminine affect in his voice (and thus his disguise). And with a slow, controlled movement, he takes off his sunglasses, folds them, and hangs them on the collar of his funny 'my other ride is your mom' novelty shirt.

He then leans over, resting one hand on the table, and staring down the men with his big crazy eyes and deranged grin.

"You boys know what happens when you try hitting on another man's girlfriend right in front of them?"

One of the men puts up his hands in a timid ‘alright, calm down’ sort of gesture. Trying to be sassy as he says, "Hey, no need to HURK!!"

Bob snatched the man by the throat, cutting him off and startling his friend, along with Caprica 

"HEY HEY HEY!!!"

"BARB DON'T!!"

Caprica shot up from her seat, as Bob calmly made his way around the table, gaze hungrily fixed on the choking man clawing at Bob's hand, trying to break the grip around his neck.

Though he's knocked out of his focus as the assholes friend winds up a punch, and clocks Bob in the face with an accompanying shout of,

"LET GO OF HIM YOU BITCH!!!"

Bob staggers at the hit, then stills, and turns his attention to the other man. Who's angry expression falters with fear as Bob meets his gaze.

Caprica scrambles over, trying to get between Bob and the man, but he is able to move past her easily to punch the guy in the gut, and he crumples, wind knocked out of him. 

As Caprica, in a hushed worried tone, pleaded,

"Barb, we're in public Barb, people are watching, Barb. You know the rules, don’t break character."

And Bob, appearing not to listen, grabbed the other man by the collar of his shirt as he wheezed and tried not to fall over. Bob not obliging this man's attempt to stay upright, kicking out one of his legs so he tumbled, and the only thing keeping his head from smacking on the ground, being the shirt collar Bob held. Letting the second man be pulled along like a struggling sack of flour, all while still pulling the first man along by the neck, and starting to walk. Caprica still panicking in a hushed tone as by now the attention of the whole bar was on them, and a number of bystanders got closer to get a better view of the action.

"Come on Barrrb, think about you're doing, if you hurt them we can't come back…."

Bob started dragging the two men towards the front door of the bar, wide manic grin still on his face with each heavy step, and Caprica following along beside him, frantically whispering.

"They'll come and find us at the house, they might figure things out before we even get a real chance to run. Don't do this."

Bob kicks the door open, dragging the two struggling men out with him, letting one of the guys get smacked on the doorframe on the way out, and letting the door swing shut behind him.

Leaving Caprica looking nervously across the audience of mostly lesbians, many of whom were now chatting amongst themselves conspiratorially.

Caprica being too stressed to get a read on how the audience might be feeling about the whole affair and if they’ve turned against her and Bob or not.

But she does take a moment to consider since there weren't any windows to look out of, either on the door or the adjacent wall, maybe if she just stood here she could keep people from going out and witnessing Bob ripping them apart and calling the cops and escalating the whole thing and everyone finding out about Bob and Bob grabbing her before she can run and him getting taken to prison while she’s still stuck inside him and…

There's entirely too many people looking at her, so she goes out the door in a hurry.

She finds Bob standing there calmly, hands in his pockets, looking out across the street. His eyes glance down at her when she asks

"Where are the!!!!"

But she's interrupted as Bob gestures slightly with his head in the direction he'd been looking before, and Caprica can see the two men shambling off, one supporting the other with their arm across his shoulders to keep them steady.

Caprica lets out a huge wheezy breath, bracing against Bob with one hand as she doubles over and says,

"Oh thank fuck."

And Bob looks at her with a sly cheeky grin. 

She takes a few more deep breaths to try and steady herself, Bob saying a teasing

"Y'all right there sweetiepie?"

"I'm just…. Wheeze, shit Bob…. Just…"

"Spooked ya good didn't I?"

She glares at him.

"Don't you go acting like some bastion of self control now you fucking asshole. I know you were barely an inch from ruining everything."

"Yeah, but it's still fun to watch you get mad about it."

Caprica presses her face into her hands and lets out a long annoyed tone to try and get the stress out,

"HHHHHRRRRRrrrrgggggg…. Come on…. We still gotta go back in there and sort this out. You're stable enough right?"

Bob chuckles in response.

And Caprica stands up straight with a clap of her hands and says

"WHELP! Alright it's settled! Let's just leave and never come back, and never speak of this again!"

Bob leans in, wrapping an arm around Caprica's shoulders tenderly and nuzzling against the top of her head while saying apologetically.

"Awww darlin, come on, you'll be okay, they ain't gonna…"

Bob's interrupted as the door beside them opens, it's the bouncer, who was looking thoroughly apologetic, along with someone who normally is working the bar, but from the more authoritative tone, they were probably a more managerial type on top of pouring drinks.

"Are you two alright? From the sound of it, one of them tried to grab Caprica and the other ended up punching you when you tried to stop them."

It not being lost on Bob that the events were already getting spun to make him and Caprica look more innocent and non-confrontational than they had been. Clearly, the community was gonna be much more invested in looking after their own than being sympathetic to a couple of assholes. And Bob was happy to lean into that impulse of theirs. After all, he quite liked it here too, even if it meant agreeing to expand his ‘dont eat the neighbors, that’s too suspicious’ compromise with Caprica to include ‘don’t eat anyone who’s clearly a lesbian. It is not a large community and word travels fast and it’ll be too suspicious’. Taking on a warm tone and shifting back into his feminine Barbra affect, he stands back to his full height, though keeping an arm around Caprica, and responds,

"Yeah, we're alright. Don't-chu worry."

"How about the two men?"

"I gave 'em an earful and let 'em limp off with their tail between their legs. Hopefully we won't be dealin with those two again any time soon."

The manager seems relieved, taking up a bit more confident, even somewhat protective tone as she responds,

"Alright, if they show up again and start getting butthurt about things and trying to twist everything around, we've got a bar full of witnesses to let the authorities know how big of a creep those guys were. And of course, it should go without saying that those guys are banned for life."

The bouncer holds open the door for them, the manager trying to usher them both inside.

"Come on, I'll give you both a free drink, or maybe something to eat to help ya calm down, or heck, both if you want. And let's get you an ice pack for that bruise Barbra."

Though with Caprica being obviously the more nervous of the two, the bulk of the fretting quickly turned to her, giving Bob a moment to fidget with what he had in his pocket.

The source of why Bob was able to do an emotional 180 so quickly, and turn so calm and confident after the insults and the jealous, possessive rage.

Taking them out covertly for a moment to examine.

Two leather wallets. And flipping open the top one, a drivers license can be clearly seen in the transparent pouch, belonging to the man he had threatened to strangle to death.

A drivers license and thus, a name, and an address.

Bob's grin widened with sinister glee, before he stowed the mens wallets away, and followed the group inside.

Then, the following night...

#bob velseb #spooky month #fanfic #comic #art #spooky month bob #inner demon #au

[dapperappleton]

Music Bokuto and Akaashi would listen to

A/N: If you have any ideas of what either of them would listen (especially Bokuto) to I genuinely would like to hear. Put it in the comments/reblogs or send an ask or something, I legitimately want to hear it.

Bokuto

I think he would listen to modern rock

I can't think of many bands in particular

Maybe he'd listen to some og like 70/80s rock but I don't think he'd listen to it frequently

He loves Fall Out Boy and stuff like that where's it's not quite pop punk but still close

I could also see him really liking 80s-90s Japanese pop

It's just kinda funny to think of him listening to that genre but canonically that's probably what he grew up listening to

When I look for playlists for him on spotify it's always rap and hip hop

Which makes sense I guess, like if he was an actual high schooler right now that's probably all he'd listen to

But I feel like canonically that doesn't seem like something he'd actively listen to

Hearing someone else play it or if it's on the radio? Yeah he likes it, it sounds fun

Does he ever listen to it other than that? Nope

He listens to music constantly. Like he listens to music while going literally anywhere or doing anything

If he knows someone well enough he listens to music while they're talking to each other because he can still focus, actually it helps him focus a lot

But if they're not one of his closer friends he won't because he doesn't want to seem rude

He's definitely been yelled at a lot for not even realising he was listening to music

At this point I'm just talking about how neurodivergent he is but whatever

Akaashi

I have a playlist for stuff I think he'd like

Here's the link

Also I feel like I should say this and I have no idea if it'll make sense

But every character playlist I see has the same kind of songs from the same bands and I feel like it's just the music that the playlist author likes, which isn't bad by any means like put whatever you want that reminds you of that character

But I specifically tried to put stuff that I think he would legitimately like, regardless of what I think of the music. It just kinda happened that I think he'd like some of those artists

I don't know what genre these technically fall under, I guess indie? More chill vibes for sure

But I think he'd listen to Arctic Monkeys, Rex Orange County (they suck but their music is good), Wallows, Cage the Elephant, that kind of thing

Maybe some Twenty One Pilots, JVKE, Fitz and the Tantrums

He absolutely lives for The Neighbourhood

I feel like he likes music a lot but he's not the kind of guy that is playing music 24/7, it's just when he's doing homework or working out or something

Is generally willing to listen to most music but is for sure pickier than Bokuto

Probably has a playlist that he listens to when he can't fall asleep

Sometimes it helps him sleep and sometimes it's just nice to listen to until he gets tired

#clearing out my drafts #bokuto #bokuto koutarou #bokuto kotaro #kotaro bokuto #koutaro bokuto #akaashi #akaashi keiji #keiji akaashi #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #character playlist #headcanons #headcanon #hcs #hc

[spaceratprodigy]

11 24 29 dealer choice for ship I can't decide 🧡💖

@darkfire1177 — [ OTP Prompts ]

Guess what bestie, ur gonna get some Cybill/Iris!!

@grimreapersbutt answered these with me 🖤✨ thank u van ily ily

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11. Who leaves notes in the other one's lunch? (Bonus: what do they say?)

Iris is more likely to be the one leaving notes for Cybill. Cybill can cook well, but not anything he'd ever be willing to subject Iris to.

Iris already loves to cook, travels with a pan and cooking/eating utensils, and was already showing Cybill just how much she cared about him when cooking for him and June on the road. And she only gets better as time goes on as she gets accustomed to cooking with what's available, plus later down the line when they settle and she starts her own garden at home base! Truly putting her entire heart into it.

She would be writing so many mushy gushy notes. Telling Cybill how much she loves him, adores him, every little thing about him she cherishes, how grateful she is that they met and an endless amount of thank you's for everything he's done for her. And if she's in a particularly saucy mood, I have no doubts in my mind she'd leave him something a lil spicy to chew on. And yes, she is signing every single one of those notes with a lipstick kissy.

Iris does tend to visit down the road to Sanctuary pretty often so she can visit Preston and help around the settlement, especially with rebuilding. And if Cybill stays back (they don't exactly like being separated) I can absolutely see her meal prepping for him and the babies for the day, leaving him sweet notes saying how much she's gonna miss him and how she can't wait to be back in his arms. But every now and again Cybill sneaks his own notes into her lunch before she heads out and she melts over them! She has lil mementos she takes with her everywhere she goes and anything Cybill gives her she would cherish and it'll never leave her side, I'm tellin' ya.

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24. Sleeping/cuddling positions? (Big spoon, little spoon, etc.)?

They often like to sleep facing each other! Optimal position for spur of the moment kissing, and brother lemme tell ya, they're gonna be kissing a lot. Night time kissies before bed? Yep. Sleepy lazy morning kissies in the sunlight? You better believe it. They invented love, and they are relishing in it every moment they can. They like being close, laying on each other's chests, actual snuggle bugs. When they spoon, it is more likely for Iris to be the big spoon and Cybill to be the little spoon. It makes him feel safe, and she is already such a physical, snuggly person that being able to hold him in her arms at night and nuzzle her face into him would bring her so much comfort to know he's there, he's safe, and that she isn't alone.

Iris spends a lot of her story with bad sleep issues, often pushing herself not to sleep at all. Often out of fear, often because she has frequent nightmares. And once Cybill and June are with her, she'll never forgive herself if she fails to keep them safe. But being with Cybill eases that. She feels safe with him, comfortable, god she loves him so much. She can finally rest. Her nightmares don't haunt her like they used to. They still exist, and sometimes he'll have to help her through them. But it's better than it was.

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29. First date? (Give as much or little detail)

So, we were thinking about their first date being them singing a duet at The Third Rail!

They get dressed up all nice like the lil romantics they are so they can have a proper date and ough it is darling.

Iris telling Cybill about how, before she met him, she used to perform occasionally with Magnolia for some caps whenever she'd stop by Goodneighbor every now and again. Something leads to another and one of them asks the other of they'd wanna sing together.

Cybill is good at singing, but Iris knows this. Him singing lullabies to June, and how lovely his voice was, was one of the earliest moments of her falling for him. I don't doubt in that time he's also heard her sing sweetly, considering how much time they've spent together by now. But he's never heard her on stage.

Cybill is gonna be so nervous to sing in front of other people, but Iris is gonna be there by his side singing with him. And once they start, their voices melt together so beautifully, their eyes are locked onto each other, they're looking so stunning, the world around them just falls away. The only thing in this moment is them. When they finish, Cybill dips Iris into such a passionate kiss, grand finale of a lifetime fr.

And if you see them holding hands and sneaking away to the backroom, don't even worry about it. Loud moans? Nope, don't hear a thing. Are they leaving, clothes disheveled, Cybill covered in smeared lipstick kisses, Iris covered in bite marks? Mind ur business.

#long post #cybill x iris #sorry for taking so long getting around to everything ✌️😔 my brain is. uhm. BAD rn #but still we sparkle on or whatever #sweeties for the soul to heal all the woes

[betterillusionist]

Necromancer Study Buddy

"Wha-? Hey! Mal, let go!"

But Malorn holds fast as he drags a panicking Duncan behind him.

"What are you doing?!" Duncan continues to complain, twisting and turning with all his might to no avail.

"I'm getting you out of the house, that's what I'm doing," Malorn replies, not bothering to turn to face his friend. "Just because Malistaire isn't here anymore doesn't mean you get to stop studying."

Duncan grits his teeth and reluctantly allows himself to be dragged along. Being pulled from his home was certainly not on his to-do list today; he very much felt more like becoming a vegetable than eager to study. But it's not like he was going to do anything else useful with his time. In a way, part of him is grateful for Malorn showing up like he did.

The longer the two walk, out of Triton Avenue and up the steep slopes of Olde Town, nearing the Shopping District, pins and needles dance across Duncan's entrapped hand.

"Dude, let go. I can't feel my hand."

"Sorry," Malorn mutters, promptly releasing him from his tight grip. Duncan takes a moment to nurse his poor hand before trudging along behind his friend.

"I'm guessing you have a plan in mind?" Duncan asks as they pass by the Wizard City shops.

"Sort of," Malorn admits with a shrug. "I've been going to the library and pulling books off shelves."

A frown plasters itself onto Duncan's face. "Seriously?"

"You have any better ideas?" Malorn retorts. "The Professor's gone. The classroom's gone. The textbooks are useless without a teacher. Might as well go poking around ourselves."

He makes a good point. Without a Professor to direct them and answer questions and explain concepts and spells as they arise, they're at a loss with the school-issued textbooks. But what good is pulling books off shelves at random?

"Boris has been pretty helpful, too," Malorn continues as they stroll, noting Duncan's skeptical scowl. "Trust me, it'll be worth it."

"Alright..." Duncan sighs skeptically.

They make their way around the lake of the Commons, heading towards the small-looking building that is the Ravenwood Library. Within its walls exists a seemingly endless supply of books and shelves, with reading spaces dotted about at random. The books within float about by invisible hands, constantly engaged in the complicated dance of rearrangement, as if they're constantly dissatisfied with where they rest on their shelves. As they enter, the kindly head librarian from Marleybone, Harold Argleston, raises his shaggy head to greet the two Necromancers.

"Ah, well if it isn't Malorn Ashthorn and Duncan Grimwater!" he says merrily. He leans forward in his seat, pushing aside the open ledger before him. "Is there anything I can help you boys with today?"

"We're just here to read some books about Necromancy," Malorn replies. "Is Boris around?"

"The lad should be somewhere in the back," Mr. Argleston chuckles. "You know how to find him."

"Great! Thanks, Mr. Argleston."

With that, the two students make their way into the maze of bookshelves.

"Doesn't he also have classes to attend?" Duncan can't help but ask. It always feels like Boris is hiding away in the library, buried in books all day, completely neglecting his studies as a Diviner. How come he gets to play in the library all day whereas Duncan hardly gets any time to himself?

Malorn just shrugs back at a loss for words.

As they take a few more twists and turns in the vast expanse of the library, Malorn finally cups his hands around his mouth and calls out, "Boris? Boris!"

For a long moment, there's no reply. Not even a shift of cloth moving nearby. No footsteps ring in the air. Duncan doesn't frequent the library; he hardly reads despite his own home library being fully stocked with all sorts of family tomes. He can't help but find Malorn's aimless calling a little weird.

But then the point of a long yellow hat appears, growing longer and longer until Boris Tallstaff is peering at them from behind a nearby bookshelf. He's smiling, as if he had been expecting them for the longest time.

"Hi there!" he greets them, stepping into full view. His arms are full with an assortment of books, but despite their number and size he doesn't appear too concerned by their weight. His gaze shifts from Malorn to Duncan, and his smile grows wider. "You finally dragged him along, eh?"

"Yep," Malorn replies with a slight chuckle. "Is the study space prepared?"

"Of course!" Boris answers, nodding his head in a way that indicates that they should follow him. Beaming, Malorn starts off after the Diviner, Duncan still in reluctant tow.

Boris leads the Necromancers to a small space between the bookshelves. A single table lined with two long benches sits in the center of the space, candle flames flickering with soft orange light in their candelabras. Multiple stacks of books, each one bound by black covers, litter most of the space on and around the table, leaving but a small space for one to actually sit and read.

All of this was prepared in advance? Duncan lets out an impressed whistle.

"I think I got everything you'll need for the next few days," Boris speaks. "If there's anything else you want, feel free to let me know."

"Thanks, Boris," Malorn nods. "I think this is good for now."

"Happy studying!"

With that, the student librarian returns to his previous work, disappearing around a corner. His footsteps continue for a short moment before falling silent altogether, as if he suddenly stopped existing.

Malorn gestures to the table way too enthusiastically for a study session. "Ready to get started?"

"We're reading all of this?" Duncan asks, once again looking over the mountain of books. The more he counts the spines, the less eager he is to sit and start.

"Pretty much," Malorn nods back.

Duncan can't help but let out a groan at the task ahead of him. Yes, admittedly, he's been neglecting his studies. It's easy to do when one no longer has a Professor nor a classroom to turn to. Even their teaching assistant - poor Dworgyn; Duncan sort of liked him... kind of... when he wasn't annoying - is gone, and the Headmaster hasn't bothered getting them a new one for the time being.

"Hey, if you're not going to study, you can always take the Headmaster's offer and switch schools," Malorn adds casually, turning towards the table.

"We had that conversation!" Duncan retorts as if it were a valid point. He's not switching schools. Period. It'd feel like a betrayal on his part if he ever did, so he doesn't allow himself to entertain such a thought.

"Then sit down and start reading," Malorn replies firmly. "Malistaire wouldn't want you slacking."

A little pang of guilt stabs Duncan's heart at the statement. Indeed, Professor Drake would hate to see one of his star students behind on studying...

His gaze sinks to the floor, his body feeling heavy. He wasted the last week doing absolutely nothing with himself. If the Professor saw him now, he'd be extremely disappointed.

Duncan takes his seat across the table from Malorn and picks up the first book within his reach. It's time to stop wasting his time and get back to work. He has people to make proud of him.

#wizard101 #writing #short story #duncan grimwater #malorn ashthorn #fanfic #time to get your ass back in gear duncan #Death Dudes (TM) #i wrote this one like two days ago

[heavensentofficial]

Hello Lettie,

I've seen you a couple of times at the Hospital. I have heard that you have taken on the role as Temple Leader in Jordan's absence. I hope you aren't overworking yourself on your duties. If you ever feel unwell, please feel free to stop by the Hospital.

On a slightly less professional note, I have visited the Temple Gardens and they are quite lovely. I wonder if I can try to grow some of the plants from there, and if you have any tips on how to take care of them.

Sincerely, @hanshospitality

Hans, right? Hello! c:

Yes, I am quite a frequent patient of Doctor Harper's... We still haven't gotten to the bottom of what is actually wrong with me, but I'm there enough for your name to ring a bell! Um... If I'm to be completely honest, I have been overwhelmed, even with the efforts to limit physical exertion. Jordan's duties paired with my own is quite a lot. However, I generally already know how to deal with my flareups I think and I keep medical supplies in my room - so unless something is severe or out of the ordinary, I probably won't need to burden the good doctor. I hear you are quite understaffed there, after all...

Although I can't help but wonder... Is this you asking, or did he request you do so? ... I suppose it doesn't matter! In any case, I'm thankful for the concern. I'll try to be sure I take care of myself. It would be problematic if I got especially ill at the same time as Jordan, after all.

As for the gardens, hearing you say that made me smile c: I haven't been able to be as hands on as I'd like with the efforts to get them in order (Though I rarely am, really.) I've been trying a combination of rewarding people for helping and telling them about the plants, their symbolism in scripture and what we use them for, in an effort to get everyone to feel more, ah... Attached to the garden I guess? If they better understand the work and care more about it, maybe they'll be more inclined to uh... Do it! I sure hope so. I'd be happy to talk more about some of the plants we have here under the cut! We did have to order these online, though. I don't think most of them are available here very easily. I'll throw in some extra information about how I use them too, just for fun. Even if you happen know a lot of it, maybe other people will find it helpful or entertaining?

Firstly, Lavender ^^

Our main concern currently has been trying to get the lavender we already have under control - it gets so wild and woody when it's left to its own devices, but it's really best to trim lavender in late summer. We just uprooted some of the problematic ones (I could probably give you some to propagate if you would like?) and made sure to cover it in a protective fleece from the frost. I think they sell plastic ones? But I can make fleece winter-covers easily.

Lavender really likes sunny spots and fast draining spoil. When you first plant it, it'll be thirsty and want to be watered plenty - but once it's established you really don't want to unless it's been drought-y (Unless it's in a container I suppose?)

They make a great companion for cabbages and tomatoes. They like similar conditions and repel bugs that would want to eat your food without anything having to be harmed c: At the same time, bees and butterflies love it! You can even put the seeds into a bird feeder. ^^

Oftentimes, we use lavender in purification and healing ceremonies. (It's useful enough to keep on my person most of the time when I'm working! Sprigs of it, lavender-oil, anything really.)

Also it's delicious in tea and soothing for your muscles when you put it in a bath - and inhaling the resulting steam often alleviates my headaches. Applying lavender oil or salve to bandages helps wounds close faster, too! ^^ Accidents happen ahaha...

Uhh... Then there's roses, we have quite a few of those. When I first saw mentions of someone called Briar, I must admit, I thought Jordan was upset about tearing their robes on all the briar bushes. They were so wild before...

This time of year is a fantastic time to plant bare-root roses! As for roses you already have though, they'll be just starting to come out of dormancy right around now, so it's a good time to prune them, so they're nice and prepared for the coming year ^^ When you cut roses, try to make sure you're cutting just a little above a bud at an angle, to encourage new growth.

Roses like similar spots to lavender, but they'll want to be watered more often. Moist, but not wet. Try not to water the leaves, naturally... Roses will also appreciate being fertilised regularly.

Roses don't like much competition and it's important to make sure they have plenty of space to get some air, but with that in mind, alliums, geraniums and marigolds will protect your roses from pests. At the temple, we've been using garlic and onions. (Any opportunity to grow more of our own food is welcome. Some level of self sufficiency is sort of part of the whole... Monastic Lifestyle thing...)

If you want roses that will attract pollinators, go for a single or semi-double bloom so that bees can have easy access. This year, we planted Lady of the Lake roses, which are a pale pink/off white sort of colour with a citrusy scent to them (I'm excited to try eating them ^^) Maybe if we grow enough of these, the lady I sometimes see at the lake will give me a sword? (Kidding~)

In scripture, red roses are symbolic of blood and sacrifice and white of purity. (I'm curious about those two-tone red and white roses... I always have liked them a lot. Maybe I can try growing them, one day, even if only in a pot in my room...) Roses in general also have connotations with the afterlife. I also know Jordan has a rose-based concoction they sometimes use for purification ^^

As for myself, I sometimes use rose water for my skin - and similar to lavender, to make wounds heal faster - and also as a wound wash. (Very helpful to have on hand, especially if an initiate gets hurt while doing their duties! Never good.) I also try to stay stocked up on rosehips. The tea's useful to have while recovering from illnesses and for certain kinds of pain. c:

I think Cyclamen are a pretty common sight in churchyards, but I think that's for good reason

For starters, it's always nice to have flowers that are actually in bloom in the winter! I think these might be the main one you've seen as of late, aside from the rosehips? I also planted some around the general area of the cemetery recently, though that was before I was left in charge. I can't say for sure how much the dead care about having flowers near their bodies, but I don't know that they don't... Maybe I could plant some near the lake, too... Around this time of year, when they're in full bloom, watering them correctly is important, since the roots are so susceptible to rot. You sort of want to wait until the leaves look like they're beginning to droop and the earth feels dry. If it's very rainy, I like to give them some shelter.

Cyclamen like partial shade. We have them mostly near the outskirts of the garden, where the canopy from the forest will sort of protect them from the elements. They're happiest in well-draining, rich, acidic soil, so giving the soil a little snack is sure to be appreciated. c:

They pair well with most woodland plants, really! Snowdrops, primroses and ferns come to mind. Ours are hanging out with primroses. (Lonely plants are kind of sad...)

Like I mentioned with the cemetery thing, cyclamen are super commonly used as memorial flowers! We use them a lot as altar decorations for funerals and certain holy days. They're also used in certain types of incense! (Not all of it. Just some!) They look like they have little bowing heads, so I think they bring kind of a sense of piety to mind for some people? I think they are adorable.

I think there's a way to prepare them that helps with sinus issues, but I don't really bother to. In the past, people ate them to ease menstrual pains and some other stuff, but even if they work, they do also cause a spot of convulsing, vomiting and dying, so... Whether it's worth it, you be the judge! You're the medical practitioner. I just like reading and experimenting. ^^;

It was roughly around this point when I remembered that I'm meant to be responding to somebody's message (and that most of this was completely unasked for ahaha... Oh well...) I think I got a little overexcited at the chance to talk about a thing I'm interested in, my apologies.

Thank you again for reaching out to me ^^ Even if I don't feel great for a bit, I'm likely to be fine ultimately.

#((“Thank you for your concern but I'm Not in the mood to deal with Doctor Hamster at the moment. I'll come in if I think I'm dying.”)) #((“Btw are you asking on your own or does he just want to get me at the hospital so he can be a headfucking creep?”)) #((Also! I loved this ask plants are one of my main special interests so getting to make Lettie infodump abt #her temple garden planning stuff was very fun <3 )) #((As was getting to research all the biblical connotations of the plants)) #((Lettie in Charge arc)) #RP Blog

[transitioningpirate]

today - 03/11 - dates exactly one month since i've started t!!!!! i'm so happy and honestly so pleased with everything. i had a bit of a bad month (got sick, had a bit of a falling out with someone and then i got sick again) but seeing the effects it's had on me already makes me honestly so happy. and thinking about what's to come makes me so much happier!! it's been a while since i realized i actually was feeling excited for the long term future. it's amazing.

here's some of the changes i noticed:

same as the last list - hunger and thirst have increased a lot. the doctor says it's because of my metabolism, it's much faster now. this is good but also bad because i keep forgetting to drink water. this is something that i've always struggled with. before this week, i've already ended up in a hospital because of dehydration like three times. anyways, i used to live in an island, very used to humidity, and this year, for college, i moved to a town that's, like, over an hour away from the nearest beach. it's very very dry. and like i said before, in november we were hit by a terrible heat wave, and it all piled up: fast metabolism, heat wave, dry place, me forgetting to drink water frequently, and you guessed it: i ended up at the hospital yesterday :(. had to take some pain meds and some saline, but im totally fine now, and ill make sure it doesn't happen again!

so much more energy. i know i said this already, but it's crazy, seriously, i have so much more energy just in general, for everything. it's amazing. ive been sleeping better, eating better, working harder, studying more, it's crazy. my mood has increased a lot, too, actually, especially after my second t shot.

irritability, but i think this has more to do with my personal life. a bit of tmi here: i was seeing someone until not long ago but some not-very-nice stuff happened, and i asked for a break (with no intention of returning, mind you, despite what he so confidently claimed) and immediately after realized i very likely had an sdt for the first time in my whole life. for the record, this is the only person ive slept with this whole year, basically. so. yeah, i was stressed, you can say that. spent a bit of money on meds, and im already feeling much much better, but it definitely took me down for a couple days, emotionally and physically, and i honestly think my irritability came from that, but maybe t had a hand on it too? who knows

two friends of mine claimed im growing a moustache, but i dont think so yet. i already had a very thin very small moustache before, and maybe it's getting a bit thicker? i haven't noticed it personally except in one (01) picture i took with a weird lightning. im not sure... but i like to think so! maybe it's just starting to get thicker and it'll actually grow eventually!

acne. i bought a soap for my face specifically, and i use it everyday, sometimes twice a day, so it's not as bad as it could be, but it's definitely present. mostly in my forehead and my chin. it's easily taken care of, though, and doesn't hurt and barely shows, so it's whatever

my voice has definitely gotten deeper! not significantly so, but it definitely has, it's noticeable, and i love it so much. i love listening my own voice. i love listening to myself talk. i love it, love it love it love it so much. i record so much more audios on wpp now, i like hearing them back, i like hearing myself!!!!! it's the best. ive never felt this way about my voice before. im so happyyyy <3<3

it's so hooooot god i feel hot almost all of the time, everywhere it's warm and i sweat sooooo much. doubled my deodorant use and i have no regrets. it's not a bad thing, but it is mildly inconvenient sometimes, ngl. living in this hot as all hell town definitely doesn't help. ive wore more light and freeing clothes and it actually helps a lot, though. plus, my baby cousin's birthday this month will be a pool party, so im hella excited for that!!!!!!

if i can think of anything else, ill add onto this. thank you so much :3

#fuck terfs #traaaaaaannnnnnnnnns #trans #trans ftm #trans joy #trans joy is resistance #trans positivity #ftm #ftm hrt #hrt #one month on t #one month on hrt #mental health #slight vent #tra #trans man #transfag #trans pride #pride #lgbt #lgbt+ #lgbt pride #lgbtqia #lgbtq #lgbtq community #queer #queer pride #love is love #self love #gender euphoria

[lnights]

@10yearsofblindchannel

Crew, friends, and family day! Word count 925, Joel&Samy.

TW mentions of past mental health crisis, briefly alluded to suicidal thoughts.

Joel looked at the time, they were all meeting at the studio to load up for tour, but he had a little while before he really had to be there. They always got the big stuff on first and that took a while...

So he just needed to wait for his ride.

It didn't take long until the familiar black sedan pulled up to the curb, metal music blasting through the window as it slid down.

"Taxi service for one dramatic blonde?" A laughing voice called.

Joel rolled his eyes and flipped him off, throwing his bags in the trunk before getting into the passenger seat, turning to look at the blue haired singer.

"Good morning sunshine!" Samy said as he pulled away from the curb.

"You're way too excited for this early in the morning." Joel grumbled.

"I'm ready for the tour man!" Samy told him, "aren't you excited?"

"Of course I am!" Joel rolled his eyes, "but I still need coffee first."

Samy chuckled but promised to stop at a cafe, drumming his tattooed fingers on the steering wheel in beat to the song playing on the radio.

"I really can't wait to tour all over with you guys," Samy told him, "it's going to be a blast."

"It is," Joel agreed, "i can't believe we're finally doing a big headline tour like this out of Finland."

"I can, I've been watching your stuff just go up the charts." Samy told him.

"Your stuff is going to too." Joel told him eagerly, he had been hanging out with Johnny and Samy a couple weeks ago and they had let him listen to Lost Society's upcoming album and it was awesome, even if he could hear all the pain Samy had been suffering through.

He knew a little of it, he had just started working with Johnny when he first met Samy and he had seen how he had been drinking too much, going down a bad way…

But a couple years ago he had gone sober and stayed sober; he always seemed happy. But there had been a few times even Joel had seen the cracks in his happy mask, getting more and more frequent, little things he had said here and there to indicate just how much he was hiding.

But he didn't realize how bad it was until he heard from Johnny that Samy had checked himself into the hospital. He had visited his friend as soon as Samy was ready to see people and he had gotten the whole story that night.

So Joel could admit Suffocating made him cry, knowing Samy had written that to be his last song ever; he had a couple extra sessions with his own therapist afterwards, processing everything as he had always thought he and Samy were a lot alike and he felt so guilty for missing the signs he needed help.

"Are you going to be good?" Joel asked quietly, "singing a couple of your new songs?"

Samy hummed, "I'm can guess which one you're worried about. A lot of singers excorsie their demons through song you know."

"And some it makes them think about it again and again and they can't escape it." Joel replied.

"I know, I'm ok man." Samy sighed, "you don't have to keep an eye on me or anything, I'm good. If I need it'll call my therapist, I'm still not going to be drinking… I'm excited for this."

Joel nodded, "alright, I'm excited too."

Samy grinned a little, "and besides, Taz, Mirko and Arttu will be there, they know how to pull me out of a bad mood, and you haven't lived until you've seen Taz in mother hen mode."

Joel laughed, trying to picture the drummer fussing over his bandmates. "I need to see that."

They talked the whole way to the cafe, getting coffee and pulla and sitting outside to enjoy the morning sunshine until Joel's phone started ringing; he looked at the name that flashed up on the screen-

Oh no.

Angry Tour Manager

Joel frantically gestured Samy to the car as he answered. "Good morning-"

"You have 20 minutes to get here and load your crap onto the bus." Santeri told him bluntly, "or we leave without you. And tell Samy that the Lost Society boys are saying the same."

"We're almost there," Joel promised, "it won't take us long to load up."

"Good." Santeri hung up.

Samy cackled as Joel told him the threat and made the last 10 minutes of their drive in 5, parking between an unfamiliar car and one Joel recognized as Aleksi's.

"Cutting it close Samy boy." Mirko called from one of the two parked buses.

"Hey, I've never been late to leave for tour!" Samy called back.

"Joel can't say the same!" Niko shouted.

"That was because of Porko!" Joel yelled back, running to thrown his bag on his bunk before stowing his equipment.

Within a few minutes they had gotten packed and the two bands and crews met outside the buses to talk before they departed for the first gig of the tour.

"We're really glad you guys are coming along." Joonas told them.

Arttu smiled, "we're glad too."

With the details for the day's drive discussed between their drivers and everything ready to, they all started to get settled on the buses; Samy hugging Joel tight before he got on their bus.

"I'm good," he reminded him, "you don't need to worry about me. And if that changes… I'll let you know."

Joel nodded and hugged him back before going to get on his own bus. He trusted Samy to ask for help if he needed it.

It was going to be a great tour.

#im an awkward 🦇 #my fic #10yearsofblindchannel #blindchannelfanweek2023

[titanicfreija]

"These will be more personal questions, and possibly upsetting."

"Oh-kay?"

"When you die, are you frightened?"

"... No. Haven't had a good reason to be. There's places where I would be, but I haven't been."

"Is it painful?"

"Sometimes. I'm pretty good about dying fast, so not often. Surviving to flee hurts, though. Poor Sunny'll about cry if I do it too much, pretty sure she'd rather repair a corpse than heal a bullet wound that didn't kill me. Don't really blame her, they get pretty ugly. Crucible was hard on both of us for a while, but I'm pretty good at running before my shields break, these days."

"Is there a preferred or most hated death?"

"Ummm. If I've just really gotta die -- I don't like it. Even if it's not painful or scary, it's inconvenient-- but if I've really gotta pick the best and worst, it's Drop Pods and getting sniped by psions."

"You flatter us. Why?"

~

"Drop Pods are so fast they feel more like teleporting than dying. Psion snipers-- there's a few others that do this, but the psions came to mind because of you, I guess-- but so, the ones with the right firepower, I guess they're LFRs , they open whatever they shoot on the first hit. Sometimes it'll take them two, but they bust shield and plate and hit flesh before I can even register I've been shot, too busy reeling and confused, much less can I tell where it came from. Opens my helmet, ruins my visual feed, fucks with my hearing; clears armor off a chunk, at the very least a deep bruise; cripples or takes off a limb. They never kill me outright, though, so it's only going to damage and hurt. A lot. If I move fast enough, can get my barricade up-- and I have to start that as soon as I hear the charge up, I can't wait 'til I've been hit--and they're gonna hit me while I'm doing it-- I can save my ass and Sunny can heal me up before I try to run. Odds are decent that they'll pop me again before I can escape or chase me out of cover and into their allies. Prefer they get me than allies."

"How visceral."

"What's that mean?"

"It means the way you're talking about it makes it easy to imagine."

"Oh. So, yeah, I hate those things. They take juuuuuust long enough to kill me to be particularly memorable, and they're some of the hardest to escape and kill back with any kind of plain reaction-- gotta aim, they usually have friends a lot closer, and just... Yeah."

"Are you ever frightened on the battlefield?"

"... Of what? Consequences of loss, sometimes? Stakes aren't always high, but they get that way."

"Does dying frequently affect your mood?"

"... I get pretty angry after a minute. I'm usually trying to get something done, some loot or clearing somewhere important to Vanguard or civilians, and having to start over or start and stop, any time I can't get a job done when I wanted to, I get. Uh. Mean. And angry."

"It's okay. By the time she's lashing out at me, she's throwing herself into death head first over and over and I can just listen to her scream without having to hit back."

"Oh-ho!"

"Did you just make her laugh?"

"Shh."

"Hmph! Are you concerned for the lives and physical well-being of your Guardian friends?"

"Yeah to an extent. Rise hates being shot. And she's better at helping me up than I am at helping her up, so it's better for her to live than me. It's generally best to keep as many alive and healthy as possible just for the backup."

"What would you say was the worst death you can recall?"

"Woof...."

"I think that one--"

"I'm fine. It bothers Sunny more than me, because of when it happened but I was weak and reloading and a pair of Taken Knights rushed me, screaming fire all over. My shields were hardly up in the first place so it sank in quick and took way too long to kill me. And my own fire made it worse, trying to save me."

"I take it this is the advent featuring the shell with whiskers?"

"Yep. Sank deep. Hurt. Worth it! It's perfect and there's at least ten shaders that fit her look and even more that just look good. You've seen the bouncing and bobbing, we should have named her Bunny. Only thing she really asked me for, and I got it."

"Hmph. Is this pride common in Guardians?"

"I dunno? Probably?"

"Do you feel fear at all?"

"Yeah, but I'm not sure why, half the time? And I have a phobia that you will hear nothing more about."

"I already snitched. She defended you."

"I'm still not talking about it."

"Truly?"

"I-- no. Nope. Nope, don't wanna, even if I could, and I can't 'cos my mouth is doing a thing."

"Ha!"

"I know, right? What's it gonna do, kill me?"

"The methane would have."

"True. But nope. Just can't and don't wanna. How about you?"

"..."

"Sorry. Nerves."

"Forgiven. Do I frighten you?"

"Uh... I think the word is intimidating? Imposing? You being in a room makes me want to be smaller."

"I will accept this. Do you fear pain?"

"I mean... Yeah? Certain kinds and levels, I guess, getting shot hurts a lot, but I hardly think about that anymore? It's... No. I don't. I should and I don't. I didn't wanna tell you that but Sunny just 'matted out of my pocket to drive her little eyeball into my visual, and I'm pretty sure that shell is strong enough to beat some dents in."

"Your Ghost intimidates you?"

"I have to live with her. Whole other kind of damage, trauma, and fear."

"She says as though she's not the one that lashes out inappropriately."

"You knock stuff over when you're grumpy, and push stuff off the fridge."

"Freija!"

"You snitched on my thing!"

"Sunny has a temper?"

"Caiatl!"

"I'm not gonna tell you it's worse than mine, but when I piss her off, she punishes me by talking over my head, refusing to help in combat. When we're all but in love, she'll put a requested gun in my hands, but when she's mad at me, she'll put it on the ground nearby. Steps away nearby."

"Can't believe this..."

"Gives me the silent treatment and vague visual cues. The first one that goes is coordinates-- she makes me punch in my own autopilot settings and coordinates. First clue, a thing she does when she's upset and my first chance to apologize, she has a nook on the fridge she runs to. I don't blame her, I am an absolute ass sometimes."

"sometimes!"

"Do Ghosts often "punish" their Guardians?"

"Rex is fuckin' mean. Sorry."

"You also know this Rex."

"Him and his Guardian live with us. Or I live with them. They make me feel bad, won't even be in the same room most of the time, but they're not the worst. I've heard about a hundred year silence, before. One that left hers down, that's probably the worst. I've heard a lot but I don't know how true any of them are. Comfortable guessing the Ghost is at least sometimes in the right."

"Hmph! Would Sunny leave you 'down'?"

"I won't say no, but I will say that if she ever does, I trust that judgement. Whatever I've done, whatever's gone wrong, it'll be for the best."

"Hmph! This is enough. I thank you for your time and honesty, Guardian."

"You're welcome...?"

"Freija...."

"It feels weird to say!"

"Try!"

"She's laughing again, relax."

"She's laughing because she thinks it's funny that I have to beg you to stop being a smartass at the leader of a multigalactic militaristic empire that blows up suns and has the technology to disrupt us!"

"I'm a kinderguardian with a popgun on a private comm channel septillion clicks away. I've also happened to be around for some really shitty days in the last couple years. She doesn't have to hold stature and I'm powerless. She likes that part, that's why she gets to ask all the questions she isn't allowed to ask Zavala no matter how friendly they get."

"That doesn't mean you can be rude!"

"It still feels weird to say!"

"I would allow something more natural if that is what the Guardian would prefer."

"Don't encourage her!"

"Now who's mouthing off the Empress of a multigalactic legion? No problem! Happy to help."

Hard Questions

New Angle

Honest

Radio Chat

Scripted Questions

Battlefield

Fear <-

Enlightening

More like Interrogation

(In)humanity

Underlying

Ghost Affection

@annieruok94 there's multiple again, I'm gonna do links.

#destiny 2 #d2 #ocs #writing #freija #scribble #sunny #caiatl #empress caiatl

[soulsxng]

Some of the questions asked of Creation:

If you find out you're infected by the raw energy, is there nothing they can do to help with it? Either mitigate the damage or remove the energy or influence? Is quarantining the only thing they can do?

"At present, there is nothing that can be done. The energy of those infected will have since been tainted by the Corruption, and as it would travel via proximity or contact with another, having another risk mitigating it in some way is far more likely to result in both parties becoming Corrupted. Quarantining infected parties is going to be the best method of containment; at the very least, until such a time that We are able to determine a cure or treatment."

Any tips for quarantining? Since it's possible for nonliving thing to get infected, then if given enough time, it's possible the corruption would just spread outwards anyway, right? Are there any tips to slow that down or even prevent it?

"Ideally, as We have explained previously, the areas of quarantine shall be far from densely populated or frequented spaces, as well as away from the heart of the realm, should it be a realm that pertains to. Yes, if will continue to spread outwards, but at the very least, it will contain the spread primarily to one area."

- (Joke question from the sky voice, can it infect air? Or like the molecules in the air?)

(It can actually, it just takes more time since it's more complex! However if the Pillars of Creation start getting Corrupted, that's the biggest worry, is that it'll start effecting time, life, death, the elements and magic, all that kind of stuff much faster/more directly. The same effect would be achieved if a realm itself was Corrupted, thought it would only be that way in that one specific realm, not necessarily all of them.)

When this is all over and Creation's found a way to stop the energy leak/absorb it back/however they explain how they mean to fix the issue ... what happens next? What happens to the people/things that have been corrupted to the point of physical/visual changes? Are the Trio gonna fix or replace those (the things in regard to the latter)?

The plan is to replace what can be replaced...if it's necessary anyway-- otherwise, it'll pretty much be up to the people to rebuild the other things. As for the rest, once the Well is fixed, they can focus on safely remove the excess raw energy that's Corrupting people, and return it to the Well. They'll also probably throw in a comment in either this question or the next one about how this is why it's taken so seriously whenever a being grows bold enough to think it's a good idea to try stealing raw creationary energy. They're using this to dissuade from as many future large-scale issues as they can, which...I guess is honestly pretty smart. Whether it will work or not though, is another thing altogether.

... How do they know what happens in the later/final stages of the corruption? Has this happened before? Or did someone recently suffer from it long enough for them to see? And if the latter, why wait until now to let people know?

See, this one is a question that would have all three of them making some not so pleased faces. I can see Sayek being close to making a snide comment about it, but refraining. Anyway, the explanation would be something along the lines of "We have been doing this long enough to have seen what coming into contact with excess amounts of energy can do to beings. While something of this scale has never occurred prior to this, there have been a small handful of instances where beings have come into contact with larger amounts of creationary energy."

...Which is to say, they've had Siffo corrupt someone or something and let it sit for a while to see what happens. But I also feel like they might not know the full extent of the later symptoms yet anyway? A number of them yeah, but there'll be some that pop up with the Corruption that they didn't see during their experiments.

#[The Corruption Arc]

[equallyshaw]

summer of love - quinn hughes epilogue.

pt 1, pt 2. Spotify. Insta edit.

Warnings: angst.

Word Count: 3.3k+

Third POV:

Mable turned over onto her side, and smiled into Quinn's side. She had been here longer than those three days she promised herself. After getting coffee the day after they had confessed there feelings for one another, he had convinced her to finish out the summer with there families. Which now meant, she only had a few days left before heading back to California for school. That night on the boat, had cememented her feelings about staying longer and then the coffee run confirmed that she indeed, needed to stay. or else, she would feel the wrath of Jack Hughes, which was so not needed after a night of drinking. Quinn wrapped his arm around the girl, and kissed her head, hoping she was awake and that they could sneak away to get some coffee before everybody woke up. "Hmm, good morning handsome." Mable murmured wrapping her arms around his toned torso, sending waves of butterflies through his stomach. "Morning, sunshine." He murmured back, rubbing her exposed back. "Ready for some coffee?" He questioned and she nodded as she began to stretch. She brought the comforter up to her chest, turning around and pecking the dark haired boy. "Hi." She mused, giving him a grin. He smiled widely, reconnecting there lips together. They were going to miss this the most, the blissful feeling of knowing that they will wake up together, and enjoy some quiet time before beginning there day.

They exited Quinn's car going to there favorite coffee shop on a nearby lake, where you could sit and look out over the said lake. Mornings were spent here frequently, some where the future was spoken about and how to navigate it or the plans for the by week he had in the new year, the possibility of plans if he did not make the Allstar break. She would fly out to him when her breaks allowed it, he would meet her when he came out to California for games. They would make it work, they were Mable and Quinn after all. Those two would and could do anything they put there mind's too. Quinn looked over at the girl he had a crush on for many moons as she watched the morning sun rising. "Im gonna miss it here, I don't want to leave." She gently said, savoring the morning heat. Quinn smiled softly, reaching over and taking ahold of her hand. "It'll miss you too and your abundance of never ending sarcastic jokes." He said making her blush. "Besides, now that youre back, you'll never want a summer without." He added and she nodded. "Or I will bear the wrath of Jack." She said rolling her eyes playfully, before sipping more of her iced coffee.

Mable felt incredibly at peace, and she derserved that beyond belief. She had grown tired of putting on a front in front of her friends back in California, and you could see the changes in the way she presented herself, the way she spoke, what she spoke about and how she didn't second guess herself anymore. She no longer was nervous and afraid of what people had to say or think about her. In change of events, she was itching to play piano again. She missed it and the way that it transported her to a place of peace and quiet. Nobody knew that though and she wanted to surprise them at some point before she left. Being back at the lake, has shown her that she deserved to live the life she wanted. She deserved to be happy, and she would do anything and everything to make that happen when she went back to California. Quinn would do everything in his power to help her out in that aspect, and promised her he would be there every step of the way while being long distance. He wouldn't let her walk out of his life ever again, even if they break up. He wouldn't let her do that to him or his brothers and parents.

Mable and Quinn walked into the Hughes lake house to see Luke up making some breakfast. Mable plopped down on the bar stool facing him, grabbing the bowl of fruit that he had put out. "So, what's on your agenda for the day?" She quizzed the curly haired boy. He shrugged, "I wanna get out the picketball in the driveway." He responded and she clapped her hands together, "You have too!!! Gotta use my secret tennis skills from back in the day." She smirked causing the boys to groan. "God forbid, we forget you had many private lessons as a kid." Luke mused causing her to giggle. She hummed eating some strawberries, while scrolling on her phone. "So when are you leaving for California again?" Luke asked and she looked up, "Two days, day before you guys leave." She responded as her leg began to shake. A nervous tick she had picked up from years ago, her dad forming the habit long before that. "Didn't you say you met the Brissons?" Quinn asked and she nodded. "Yeah, I think my friend Lexi and Brandon? The oldest? Are still seeing one another." She said nonchalantly. "Wow, didn't think he had it in him." Luke joked causing Quinn to laugh. "Same with Lexi, she definetly has him wrapped around her finger. That's for sure." She joked, getting off the seat and began to walk outside. "Thanks for the fruit Luke, ill see y'all later!" She announced walking out there sliding back doors. "Bye Mae!" They both echoed back, and watched as she walked off. "Please tell me you guys are staying together." Luke said as soon as the door shut. "Yeah, I know we haven't said anything but we are doing long distance." Quinn responded putting a smile on Luke's face. "Oh thankgod." he laughed, grinning like a fool. "Good, because she can never fall off the face of the earth ever again." he added and Quinn hummed in response. Luke more than enjoyed his fellow youngest sibiling. They both together, withstood the playful nagging and jokes from there older sibilings.

Mable walked back over towards her family's lake house and she sighed, as soon as she saw her dad outside on the deck reading the newspaper. "Morning pops." she smiled walking up to the deck. He set down the paper and smiled, "Morning sunshine. How are you this morning?" He questioned as she sat down next to him. "Im good! Still trying to wake up?" She smirked at his coffee, and then at him. Let's just say, Jim and her dad had spent sometime on the boat last night before clocking in. They more than likely, had one too many. Something they saved for the end of the summer. One last deep conversation to end the trip. Mable's dad chuckled, nodded and sipped his coffee. "Your mama is up, she was looking for you." He said and she nodded getting up and walking inside the house. "Mama, good morning." She mused in Phillipino. "Mae! My sweet girl, I was looking for you this morning." She replied back in Philipino. Her mom wrapped her youngest in a big hug, "Im gonna miss you so so much when you go back." The ever sentimental mother cooed. Mable playfully rolled her eyes, "Me too. Only one more year." She smiled. "Too long." her mom responded, going back to the stove. "Hey, Ellen and I have been meaning to ask you something, love." Her mama started and Mable froze as she grabbed a glass cup to make some more iced coffee. "MM HM." Mable said, unsure of what her mama was going to say. Mama turned around smiling like a fool, "We wanted to see if you wanted to play for us tomorrow evening before you leave. We are having quite the feast for everybody. And it would only end right if you ended with your annual concerto." She said gleefully. Mable shrugged dumping ice in the cup and went to the expresso machine to make some expresso. "I don't know mama, it would only be if I felt comfortable enough to. It's still something I am working on in therapy. Ok? Maybe, I don't know." Mable responded in a jumble. Like yes, she would love to perform for them and end the vacation on a high note but she still wasn't sure if it was something she would enjoy doing. It would almost feel like a chore, she kept thinking. But she did miss it, it was something that was nagging at her. Truth be told, she had moved on from the topic in therapy and was working on another set of things. "You know, I actually just might." She smiled, dumping the expresso in her cup of ice. "Really?" Tabitha asked walking in, hugging her little sister. Mable nodded, "Yeah, ill need to practice though. Im a bit rusty. Don't let the Hughes anywhere near the house today." She said half joking, half serious. The mother and sister nodded happily, as Mable set up her office her office for the day.

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The following evening, the Hughes made there way to the Bennett's lakehouse for there annual end of lake season dinner. This year they would be eating some traditional Philipino food such as Adobo, Lechon and Sisig to name a few. Philipino food was a secret guitly pleasure of the hockey family, and would transport them back to a time of innocence and make belief as kids. Mable walked outside with a pitcher of lemonade and a tray of Adobo. "Oh yes!" Jack said eyeing the Adobo, causing Mable to laugh. "Oh baby!" Ella said taking notice of the two desserts the Hughes were bringing over. She made grabby hands at the Jewish Baklava and Lekach, that would satisfy the sweet tooths the Bennett's had. "Made it just for you sweet ella." Ellen smiled, giving the eldest daughter a side hug. "So sweet, thankyou." Ella smiled taking the tray gratefully. Ellen took sight of Mable and smiled, as Mable walked over to give her second mama a hug. "Hi mama." Mable smiled pulling her in for a hug. "Hi Mae, are you all set for the trip back?" she questioned, pulling away and Mable nodded. "Yeah, just need to get on the plane." She smirked before walking away. Quinn didn't want to admit it but he was scared about there future a little bit. He feared that them doing long distance was going to change there relationship. And it would, but not in the bad way that he feared. Mable was all in and Quinn needed to be reassured that despite the 2 hour and 50 minute flight between them, was doable. Long distance was doable as long as they had constant communication. Yet, what Quinn felt was more than understandable. Quinn was knocked out of his thoughts as Jack shoved him a bit to sit down. Quinn sat next to Mable on her right, and Jack to her left. "Please for the love of god, don't make a mess." She playfully scorned Jack at previous feast shenanigans. He cluthched his chest playfully, "Don't come for me like that Mae." He said dramatically causing her and Quinn to laugh. After a traditional Philipino grace, they all dug in.

"So who's excited for the new school year?" Ellen questioned Mable and Luke who both shrugged. "Still doesn't get any easier." Mable joked, earning a few chuckles. "Don't particually enjoy 90 degree dorms either." She added and had knowing nods. "But, it's my last year so. Then Ill be gone." She smiled, with Quinn taking a peek at her. She didnt look towards him, "Do you know you want to go? or do?" Jim questioned and she nodded. "Im thinking of Chicago, they have an amazing music program there if I decide to go to school for my masters or they honestly have amazing jobs there." She said innocently. Quinn was taken back a bit, she had never said that to him. Now, he realized that they would be spending more than one year apart long distance. "Chicago?" Jack questioned, peering over at his twin and she nodded. "Yeah, it's a place I've enjoyed visiting and can see myself there." She responded and everybody nodded. They all had one thought: Quinn. Did he get a say in this? Did he have a place in her life after this summer? "But it's not set in stone, ill go wherever I feel like going." She quickly added, feeling the thoughts of her family. "Besides, then ill be closer to this tall dude and maybe he won't be such a pain in the ass." She playfully threw at Luke, causing everybody to laugh. "Oh come on Munchkin! Im not that bad!" Luke defended himself. All hell broke loose at this point, which was right on schedule.

The family took the dessert in the house, all sitting around the grand piano in the living room. They all sat down with either expresso or coco, devouring the jewsish desserts. "I need that recipe." Ella said to Ellen who nodded, "Hey! She won't even give me it, that's not fair!" Jack exclaimed causing both families to laugh. "Haha sucks to suck!" Ella said playfully sticking out her tongue, which Jack reciprocated. Mable sat down next to Quinn who pulled her into his side, before throwing a blanket on them. She smiled softly up at him and thanked him as he handed her her coco. The family spoke about plans for the upcoming year and the schedule for next summer, a typical conversation that needed to be had. "You ok?" Mable asks Quinn quietly who hadn't said anything. He looked down at her and nodded, but she wasn't convinced. It was a discussion for later, when everybody went to sleep. Mable returned to the conversation at hand and chatted along with everbody. Ellen took notice of how queit Quinn had been and then looked at what he was staring at, she followed his gaze to the piano and smiled. "Hey Mae, how about you play something for us? A parting present?" She mused, knowing that it would perk Quinn up. Long ago when they were just about 10 and 9, Quinn had secretly been wanting to learn how to play so he could be like Mable. She was already so accomplished at the skill, and he was jealous. He also wanted to learn it, so she did not feel as left out or isolated because she did have those thoughts here and there. She had admitted it to Ellen one time, and from then on Ellen always made her feel proud of her skill and her love for it. So Ellen knew, that Mable sitting down at the grand piano like she had done so many times before play Bach and Beethoven as well as movie scores, would perk the dark haired boy up. It was inevitable, and Mable knew it. Mable looked at Ellen and nodded, shocking the three boys. "Any requests?" She playfully joked as she walked up to the piano. She sat down, flexing her hands after opening the cover. She strummed a few chords, awakening the floodgates. Before you knew it, she was in her own world.

That evening after everybody had gone to sleep, Quinn and Mable met up at her family's dock. This conversation needed to be had. "Why didn't you tell me about Chicago?" He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest and she sighed. "Because, I knew you would react this way when it wasn't even a thing. Me going to Chicago is a thought, that's it Q." She said walking up to him and putting a hand on his chest. He looked down at her, his hazel eyes sofetning. He nodded and she pushed some hair behind her ear. "I promise that whatever I decide, Chicago or not that you'll be apart of that decision, Ok?" She said searching his eyes. He shook his head, looking down holding back tears. "I don't want you not to go to Chicago M. I don't want to hold you back on where you could potentially go to. It wouldn't be right or fair." He said, the girl taken back a bit. "Quinn....no. Don't do what you are going to do. Please." She said as tears began to pool at her brown eyes. He met her's and grimly smiled causing her to cry out. "Please don't. Q. No." She demanded grabbing ahold of his arms. "Please don't, don't make me loose you too." She sobbed, as he wrapped his arms around her's. Holding back his own tears.

☆

6 months later:

By week had approached slowly, too slowly for hockey player. He coulnd't wait to spend it somewhere warm and surrounded by the ocean. Quinn was allset for the plane ride down, something he had been non stop thinking about for the past month after the all star break, when he joined nhl superstars. His stomach grew with butterflies, pulling him back to reality. He could do this, and even after all this time. Everything would be alrigt.

Mable was quickly finishing her tidying of her small apartment in Long Beach, California. Afer returning to California after the eventful summer, she had plunged herself into finding a new apartment that was not in San Diego. Once she found her apartment, she quickly made a phone call to Ellen to have her send over any and all recipes that she loved, something she hadn't done previously. Mable was calm, collected and confidant going into her senior year. She was so unlike the Mable that was seen previoulsy when she was with Lucifer. A summer with Hughes could do many wonders, for her soul and peace of mind. Once she moved into her apartment, she put up photos from when she was a kid. Specifially the one's at the lake, she could never escape the chaos of the boys and she wasn't trying to fight it anymore. She had given up the fight that they would always be in her life no matter what. She knew that, they knew that and the summer at the lake cemented it. She knew that Quinn would be in her life no matter what, together or not they were molded together forever. Much to Jack's dismay ofcourse. Mable looked at the clock and knew she had to leave soon, so she put everything away that needed to be put back and she made her way outside. She decided to catch a quick walk on the beach before leaving, so she could meet the situation with a level head. She had barely made it 2 minutes down the beach before she heard her name. She looked behind her and around, before whipping her head towards the mysterical person. Her mouth dropped open, and hurriedly made her way up to the person. She wouldn't be having a perfect movie airport moment, but like typical fashion, she would be having a beach one.

Mable ran towards the dark haired boy, that had stolen her heart many summers ago. He opened his arms as soon as they were close to one another, smiles dawning there faces. Quinn picked up Mable and spun her around a few times, causing the girl to shriek out loud with delight. She was his person, and he was his. There summer of love did not end like she feared it would but it blossomed into something bigger and stronger. Actual love, all year round love. You could see the extra twinkle in there eyes as they texted one another, facetimed or on the after game chats. It was undeniable the love they have for one another. One that would never falter, fail or go unnoticed and fall off the face of the earth.

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AHHHH i hope you guys enjoyed the final installment of this mini series :) Please like and reblog!

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[byanyan]

@apexulansis sent:ㅤ❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜ he’s preening byan, using his claws to untangle a knot with more finesse than a brush. maybe if he keeps talking, the kid won’t immediately squirm away... ❛ you know, i’ve done this before in my life as well. cutting my own fur. frequently. ❜ ardaka whistled. ❛ you look a lot better than i do in those circumstances, that’s for sure. ❜ (i added onto it :3)

assorted dialogue promptsㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

ㅤnormally, they find a certain amount of contentment in someone touching their hair, be it to fix it or simply play with it, but the circumstances here are anything but normal. cutting their own hair is one thing — that is actually quite normal; they've done it for years at this point, have even gotten rather good at it through a great deal of trial and error — but cutting their own hair in a moment of emotional distress where they aren't thinking straight and have an intense need for change is an entirely different beast. already too painfully aware of the mess they made, having ardaka's claws comb through the disaster, tugging at tangles and knots along the way, draws that much more of their attention to it, making it that much harder to sit still.

ㅤㅤ" tch. "ㅤa scoff, half-hearted. he's trying to placate them, they're sure of it, and the worst part is... it's working. a little bit, at least. it doesn't make them feel better about what they've done, about how much they cut off and how it now looks exactly like all those boyish cuts they'd been forced into growing up, but it does help them realize that things could be worse. ...the mental image of ardaka with choppy fur of all different lengths sticking up everywhere is pretty funny to think about, too.

ㅤㅤ" prob'ly just 'cause i only got one place to fuck things up, "ㅤthey mutter, squirming in place in what is perhaps a very subtle act of defiance. tempting as it is to worm their way out from under ardaka's hands completely, this is a hell of a lot easier than tackling the mess on their own.ㅤ" if i was covered in fur and did this everywhere, you'd be singin' a different tune. "

ㅤi hate it, they want to whine, i look like a boy. i hate looking like a boy. that's too open though, too honest. too real, too... vulnerable. easier to sulk and let him assume they're just upset because it didn't work out the way it envisioned it would than it is to admit to the truth of destroying something that was important to them in a fit of discomfort and despair.

ㅤㅤ" i do this all the time, haven't let anyone else near my hair in years, and usually it works out fine. s'just... i got a little wild this time, i guess, "ㅤthey continue despite themself, sinking lower into the seat without pulling the locks of hair from ardaka's grasp. lips purse and byan frowns, a heavy sigh escaping through their nose as they fold their arms tighter over their chest.ㅤ" ...s'pose this is a lot easier to hide than it is if you're covered in fur, though. i mean, i can just put on a hat 'n no one'll have any idea. "

wearing hats for the next six months or so while their hair grows back isn't exactly what they want to do, but once again they're realizing that things could be worse. it'll still be awful, looking in the mirror and seeing themself appearing more stereotypically masculine, the way everyone always wanted them to when they were growing up, but it could be worse. it could be shorter, it could be messier, they could have fucked up so much more...

falling quiet and somewhat more still for a few moments, byan's frown slowly lessens into more of a pout, and a thought occurs to them.

ㅤㅤ" ...you got any pictures of these fur cuts you gave yourself? "ㅤthe question sounds innocent enough, but the tug at the corner of their mouth is sly.ㅤ" it'd make me feel so much better to see an example, you know? to have somethin' to compare to and prove that you aren't just sayin' things to make me feel better. "

#apexulansis #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ ANSWERED: IC ⋮ I AM A VULTURE THAT FEEDS ON PAIN. #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ VERSE: SPACE ORPHAN ⋮ A LEGEND IN MY OWN MIND. #THIS ASK IS SO CUTE AKJFHSGS #i smiled so hard when you sent it you have no idea #i'm a little sorry to make it a bit angsty lmao #not enough to NOT throw in some angst but. you know. #dysphoria cw

[tenthhell]

— SLEEP HABITS

NAME: Orianna

RESIDENCE: Firstly, there's the manor in Baldur's Gate, secondly, the library also in Baldur's Gate, third, her home in the cursed-ass forest, and she guesses that wherever the party's camping currently counts. She also definitely still has her childhood room in Malsheem.

TYPE OF BED: Envision clawfoot 4-poster probably in a non-traditional shape that helps support the wings ( bc lbr, that's gotta be awkward to contend with when laying down ) and also bc that's some rich person bullshit, furs, silk sheets. Whole nine yards of the most luxurious shit. Of course, while camping, a more traditional bedroll plus a few furs and a portion of Zaibis is all she really uses

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Let's be quite frank here: she has a lot of blankets, and none of them are for utility, as the only times she's ever been somewhat chilled in her life have been in the frozen layers of the Hells. Some of them are for the aesthetic, some for making a comfortable resting place for limbs, some just because they're nice to touch. Her bed is like a veritable bird's nest of blankets.

NUMBER OF PILLOWS: Ironically, only one; the deficits are made up by creature or blanket.

TYPE OF CLOTHING: If we're talking sleep clothes, I don't think she really subscribes to the notion so much as her comfy, 'I'm not going out and I'm most assuredly not entertaining anyone' clothes, which are simple but pretty dresses, often made of silk, sometimes linen. Otherwise, when not travelling, she takes after daddy dearest and wears clothing so expensive it'll make your eyes bleed. While travelling, it's still expensive and elaborate, but far more attainably so, and typically the sort of robes one would expect of a spellcaster.

DO THEY SLEEP WITH COMPANY?: Hard no. Plausibly bc she's got severe trust issues from the last person she was close enough to to allow that, but also specifically bc she tends to try to avoid letting anyone that close. So it's entirely possible that it changes if she actually bonds with someone enough; it largely depends on what her partner's comfortable with, bc Ori tends towards that cat quality time; she doesn't necessarily have to be close or touching for it to be magical spending time with a loved one.

DO THEY SLEEP BETTER WITH COMPANY?: I mean.... Considering she doesn't actually require sleep, no? But assuming we're talking about the resting ( the sort of lounging about, chilling, that we all wish counted as sleep ) she does actually do.... I'm going to say yes actually. She lowkey really enjoys that good good physical contact ngl -- even if she doesn't necessarily seek it out.

DOES IT MATTER WHERE THEY SLEEP?: As long as she's comfortable, not really -- but again, she's got the privilege of getting to chill instead of go through the REM cycles so like??? It's cheating, is what I'm getting at

WHAT DO THEY DO IF THEY CANNOT FALL ASLEEP?: Not terribly applicable, so we're talking about what she does during her downtime instead. Which is read, primarily. Mostly non-fiction things about the arcane as one might guess, although tbh she's easily content with anything she can get her hands on. She might tear it apart, so to speak, but. All literature can be good literature, even if your only enjoyment from it is making fun of how bad it is. Other times, if the mood strikes, she draws or paints. Her works tend to be really abstract, but surprisingly easy to make sense of if you've the capacity to see into her mind or have a familiarity with the inner workings of the weave, Infernal magic, as they're the beginnings of spells. Sometimes, though, she'll also paint landscapes or creatures. Very rarely does she draw people.

FREQUENT DREAMS, NIGHTMARES: She doesn't really experience these except for those induced by the dream guardian. ( As a sidebar to make this more than one little statement, I imagine that on the nights they're visited by the guardian, she falls asleep while reading and dreams like the others. )

DEEP SLUMBER OR NAPS: Since she does actually have the ability to sleep if she wishes, we'll go with naps bc sometimes it's nice to lay next to someone and share unconsciousness with them for awhile. Sometimes.

WHEN DO THEY SLEEP: Resting she does really any time she begins to feel fatigued. Actual sleeping, though? Only when it's for bonding purposes, or the general vibe is fuck being aware right now.

WHAT COULD WAKE THEM UP: Looking at her wrong. I am not exaggerating with this; she's an extremely light sleeper when she actually does.

EARLY OR LATE RISER: So like even if she did have to sleep, she'd be one of those early riser sorts. Lots to do, after all, and tbh she likes watching the changes of the sky.

TAGGED BY: @vampiheir TAGGING: @angshel ; @aliarssmile ; @divineflames ; @imperalolligo ; & anyone else who hasn't done this. For science purposes.

#revenge is beneath me. accidents however can happen // Orianna headcanon. #sometimes I think about how her body functions and I just. #it's debatable if the others know what exactly is up but I am so sure they know something's off with this woman #like she would definitely try to fake it but idk how well that works as a 24/7 thing #bc also...... she's not typically in the sort of situation that one might need to pretend to be people #she likes to keep others well tf away from her living space #so uhhh.......... ''ah yes... sleep... the thing that we all must do at the end of a solar cycle... I shall enjoy this now''

[gggoldfinch]

for the fanfic writing ask, 1-4 and/or 11 & 12, I'm so curious about other people's processes

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

oh 100%. Most of my fic ideas come from lengthy scenarios I have to make up to go to sleep at night LMAOOO. Some ideas come to me over the course of the time I'm consuming the media (watching a TV show for example) but I usually never end up writing those ideas down because they're too long and involved (I'm not gonna write a fic that takes place during every season of a multi-season show. it'll just live in my head). Generally I write the smaller daydreams and ideas down as they come if it's for a fic I'm genuinely interested in pursuing.

2. Where do you get your fic ideas?

Generally I get my fic inspiration from music or the media itself or even other fics; this inspo usually grows into an actual seedling idea. I try my hardest to make my fic plots unique, which is where reading a lot of fic comes in handy lol. If I see a plot arc being reused frequently (no offense to people who reuse specific fandom tropes obv), I try to come up with something different that readers (and myself) might enjoy. I tend to do this a lot in my longer works.

3. Do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?

It's about 50/50 honestly. I have 5 published fics as of right now, and ideas for others that I could potentially share (if I ever get around to writing them), but some are private. Not because I don't think people would like them, but because they're either deeply personal (in a different way to my little self-indulgent fics), or are old enough that the writing sucks. Oddly enough, I have an easier time sharing my xReader works than xOFC ones.

4. How do you choose which fics to write?

I'm not sure... I usually only write fics for universes and characters I have a deep emotional connection with, so... I guess they kinda just choose themselves 🤷🏻‍♀️

11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

I try my hardest to write scenes in order, especially for longer works, but sometimes I'll come up with good dialogue or a scene that I need to write out before I forget. I tend to write certain scenes that I struggle with on their own tho, then come back to them to add them in later... namely smut lol

12. Do you outline your fics?  If yes, how detailed are your outlines?  How far do you stray from them?

I do outline— very thoroughly in fact. I outline pretty much all of my written work because it helps me to picture where the piece is going, fic or not. Generally my outlines consist of bare-bones bullet points, describing interactions and broad scenes, but sometimes in sub-bullet points I'll go into more detail (if inspiration strikes particularly hard). Since my outlines are usually pretty basic in plot structure, I tend to add more scenes and dialogue as I write— things that weren't in the original outline. I even outline pics that don't have a lot of overarching plot, like oneshots and vague-plot fics

#goldfinch writes #ask #thank you so much!!! this was fun to answer

[writingsfromthegrave]

Good morning/afternoon/evening!

First off, my name is AC Apologies in advance for my bad English lol. I saw that you are making matchups with Monster Prom characters and I wanted to give it a try.

I am a cis female (she/her pronouns), I am not sure of my sexuality, but if I had to label it right now it would be omnisexual. I have around 5'3 feet (161 cm), I have ivory skin, brown but also yellow-ish hair (cant label its actual tone) and green eyes. I am also chubby, if that adds something.

I like to read. Quite common thing to say but I really love it. It can be books, news, discussions on internet, anything.... I just like to absorb knowledge, y'know? Same thing for watching youtube videos. I do enjoy watching informative videos but also see people roasting movies. I also am a huge fan of mythology (greek and norse are the ones I know better rn, but I am starting to study chinese mythology). I also am an aspiring artist who mostly draws fanarts of games and animes. And, lastly, Literature and Arts were my favorite subjects at school

Dont let this nerd-ish side of me trick you. I am a dumbass. I mostly dont say things because I am afraid of what people will think (you can tell Im quite shy and awkward), but when I open up I may start saying crap. So, most of the time I dont say nothing, unless I know a bit about the subject, then I open up more.

It is quite hard for me to socialize. I have anxiety issues and they take the best of me. I take time to warm up to people, but once I do it things change, I guess. Most of my friends call me cute and sweet and sometimes even smart.

I guess this wasnt really requested, but I am mostly attracted to smart people. It is not like I am not willing to date people less smart than me, but I cant help but have a soft spot for people with knowledge.

Thanks in advance for accepting my request. And also sorry for the big text lol

wow we have a lot in common lol !!

anyways, i match you with . . .

[⚡] Vicky Schmidt !!

♡ The first time you two had met was probably in the library, most definitely looking for the same genre of book. And no- you didn't happen to find yourself in a cheesy scenario where you reach for the same book. No... Vicky couldn't stop herself from wanting to talk to you!

♡ And with that moving forward, you two were the bestest of friends. She had a similar interest in the genres and books you did, which made for long and riveting conversation! Though you two most definitely looked like nerds to everyone else.

♡ Vicky would invite you over to hang out pretty frequently and would do most of the talking to ease your anxiety- if you so happen to be in public with her; She completely understands how you feel and lets you take your time, even though she may be overbearing sometimes.

♡ She'd sometimes rant to you or just straight up ramble about her interests, knowing you'd definitely listen. Vicky appreciates you being there for her, and constantly lets you know she'd do the same for you too. Any time you want to talk? She's always right there, encouraging you and cheering you along the way, no matter what.

♡ Def buys you things to help your anxiety, such as fidget toys !! She saw them in the store and was instantly reminded of you, hoping you'd appreciate her little gifts and more so hoping it'll help calm you down when she's not there.

♡ Is the biggest supporter of your art, 100%. Will ask for updates and how things are going, even if they're not remotely finished. Has a bunch of praise and compliments ON HAND for you!! Vicky has def suggested you make posters and whatnot for your campus. She'd be so happy to have a lil reminder of u<3

♡ Down for just playing games w/ you and watching anime, she's as into it as you are! She'd probably play something similar to Minecraft or Slime Rancher, although she'd never play solo games with you. Prefers to play creatively and watch your talent shine through on sandbox games!!

♡ Reassures you abt opening up to people and w/ her. Always excited no matter what amount of progress u've made!! Offers to help in any way she can, and if she knows you're overwhelmed, she'll softly hug you until you're ok :)

♡ You like smart people? Well, you're in luck. Vicky is the top of her class and shows it. You two are probably known for being the smart couple, always asked for homework answers and test answers ofc ofc.

♡ Offers to style and/or play with your hair. She's very touchy and one thing she does love is giving u random hairstyles she thinks you'd look adorable in !!

♡ Vicky always makes sure to check up on you and make sure you're okay, even if she's busy. Loves you to DEATH and is always patient with you no matter what. You've always got a shoulder to cry on, and a lovely girlfriend to trust and rely on with your entire soul, and she makes sure you're very much aware of that.

#monster prom #monster prom matchup #vicky schmidt