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the-likesofus · 11 months

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ring the bells

9-1-1 on Fox | Buddie | 5k words | Coffee Shop AU | alternative first meeting, fluff, getting together, first kiss, meet-cute

Written for @ronordmann's Reverse Prompt Challenge. Thank you so much Ro for inspiring me to try writing something out of my comfort zone with this fic <3

"Order for Evan!"

If ever Buck was to die of happiness it would be in this moment. For hours he has been craving, yearning for some sort of hot, sugary drink. It started with a call to a chocolate factory and ended with an empty milk carton in the firehouse refrigerator and an apologetic look on Chimney's face.

As soon as Buck got off his forty-eight-hour shift he had made a beeline for the nearest cafe. It was not his usual, he would typically stop at the coffee shop closer to his apartment on his way to work, but this place wasn't busy and Buck is desperate for a sugar hit.

It's because he's so desperate that Buck is taking the first mouthful as he's walking out of the store.

He anticipates the smooth cream and sweet syrup, the spice of cinnamon to balance it all out but the mouthful slides over his tongue like hot, bitter tar and lands in the bottom of his stomach like a rock.

"God–what the?" He sticks his tongue out and tries to rid his mouth of the taste. That is definitely not the coffee that he ordered.

For a brief moment, Buck considers that maybe the universe just knew that he actually wanted black coffee but then decides that that's stupid and the universe is wrong this time because he definitely really wanted the drink he thought he ordered.

So, against every ex-hospitality worker fiber of his being, he turns back to the counter and gets the attention of the barista that served him 'his' drink.

"Hi there," he starts as brightly as he can for seven o’clock in the morning. "I'm so sorry to do this but I think you've given me the wrong drink. I ordered a caramel latte with cinnamon but this is, well, black."

"Oh!" The barista looks shocked for a second as he checks the order dockets on the counter in front of her. "I'm so sorry, I must have–."

"Given him mine." An unfamiliar voice sounds from next to Buck and when he turns he finds what is potentially the most beautiful man in all of the greater Los Angeles area.

The barista nods. "Yes, I'm so sorry. I will remake them both right away."

The man eyes Buck's outstretched hand oddly before saying, "No need." He looks at Buck and Buck's sleep-deprived brain almost gets lost in the chocolate of his eyes. "Do you have any diseases I should know about?"

Buck stops short. "I'm–. What?"

"Diseases." The man says—like that it is a normal thing to ask a stranger. "Are you contagious or anything? I'm in a rush."

"Ah, no. I don't think so."

"Good. I'll just take this one then." And then he reaches for the coffee that is not Buck's coffee but is in Buck's hand and Buck is too baffled to do anything but let him take it. The man disappears from the cafe and Buck is left standing at the counter with his arm still outstretched towards the barista who looks just as confused but shakes herself out of it faster than Buck does.

"I'll remake yours now." He says briskly. "Won't be a minute."

"Ah, yeah. Thanks." Buck mumbles dumbly and turns to see the man's retreating back disappear around the corner.

The barista hands him a new cup a few moments later along with a five-dollar bill, obviously intending to refund him for the mistake, but he tucks it straight into her tip jar, thank you kindly, and then leaves, the bell ringing behind him as he goes.

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#buddie #buddie fic #reverse prompt challenge #round 5 #meegs writes stuff #coffee shop au #911 fox #911 abc #911fic #911 fic #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #911 on fox #eddie x buck #buck x eddie #911 on abc

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ladykissingfish · 2 months

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*Itachi in Sasori’s lab, getting his weekly blood transfusion and breathing treatment*

Sasori, checking the IV bag: Mm, this is almost empty. Now remember, when you leave here you’re to go straight to bed and rest. No strenuous activity for the next twenty-four hours. Understood?

Itachi, temporarily removing the oxygen mask from over his mouth and nose: I understand. Thank you, Sasori-san.

Sasori: Mm. *sits down across from him* You know, it’s simply fascinating to me how long you’ve managed to keep yourself alive. With your immune system being as weak as it is and you catching every little thing that comes your way. Ah, but, I suppose that’s the trademark characteristic of diseases: unpredictability.

Itachi: *nods*

Sasori: Itachi, have you given any thought at all to my proposition? I really do believe you would benefit greatly from the puppet transformation. Your core self would be there, your thoughts and personality, but your body would be better, stronger, indestructible. No more blood transfusions, no breathing treatments, no having to take dozens of pills each day just to be able to function. No more pain.

Itachi: *sighs before leaning over and switching off the breathing machine, and removing the mask*

Itachi: I appreciate your thoughtfulness in trying to help me, Sasori-san. But no matter the consequences, I’d prefer to stay in my human body. But there is one thing I’d like to ask of you. Of all of you.

Sasori: What is it?

Itachi: When … when my time comes, please, be there for Kisame. I think my death will be hard on him, and I don’t want him rushing after me, you know? He’ll fare better with people around him, so he doesn’t feel quite so alone.

Sasori: *smiles and gently pats Itachi’s shoulder* Of course; put your mind at ease about that.

Sasori: *gets up and disconnects the now-empty chair IV bag, removing the needle from Itachi’s arm*

Sasori: Alright, you can go now. Remember what I said about resting.

Itachi: *pauses, hugs Sasori, and then walks out*

*Sasori spends some time cleaning and sterilizing the area, before Deidara walks in*

Deidara: Oi, Danna, you done with Uchiha yet? I thought we could —

Sasori: *turns around, puts both arms around Deidara, and holds him close*

Deidara, startled: D-Danna! What —

Sasori: *puts his head on Deidara’s chest* Let me listen to your heart for a few moments, please. I need to.

Deidara: *gently runs his fingers through Sasori’s hair* Go ahead, Danna.

*the two stand quietly for a few minutes*

Sasori, softly: He’s so young. He’s so very young, Dei. He’s your age. I can’t imagine, I literally can’t imagine, if you … if you were to …

Deidara: It’s okay, Sasori. I know, it’s sad, hm. But it’s his choice. I don’t like him but I respect his choices.

Sasori: I know. *lifts his head and puts his hands on Deidara’s face, pulling him into a kiss* It’s a beautiful night. Let’s go for a walk. We can talk about the future.

Deidara, blushing: The future like, us getting married?

Sasori: *takes Deidara’s hand* Perhaps. OR we can discuss me turning you into a puppet before our next anniversary … it’d be a great gift for both you and me!

Deidara:

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on-my-contrarian-sh1t · 10 months

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speak now - can you do something with mine and bucky barnes? maybe like an au or smth?

ofc!!

“ YOURS, MINE, OURS. ” BUCKY BARNES + FEM ! READER ( blurb )

You begrudgingly pulled your eyes out of the book in front of you as the bells above the bookstore door jingled. The man that just walked in was tall and muscular. His hair was entirely tucked under a baseball cap and he had a rock-hard, surly expression on his face.

“Hi,” you said, not bothering to stand up. “Every book is 20% off. That doesn’t include stationary, pens, bookmarks, or anything that’s not a book. You don’t look like an idiot but you have no idea how many people have gotten pissed because they thought that the entire store was 20% off.”

“People are stupid,” he replied, glancing at you before glancing away.

You nodded in agreement and murmured a “yeah.” You heaved a sigh. “Well, happy browsing. Let me know if you need any help.”

“Actually, I do,” he said. He strode over to the counter you were sitting behind and just barely leaned forward on the surface. “See, my friend told me that I needed to get a hobby. He offered sports ’nd stuff but that just seems entirely too boring. Painting was a no go for me, I have zero creativity. My next best go was reading. Do you have any recommendations?”

You, now intrigued, put your book down and stood up. “What are you looking for? Thrillers? Romance? Classics?”

“I don’t really know,” he admitted.

“Classics are usually pretty fairground for everyone,” you told him, leading him to an aisle. You scanned it hastily before grabbing The Picture of Dorian Gray off the shelf. “The Picture of Dorian Gray, man sells his soul for eternal youth and beauty.” You handed it to him before picking another. “Little Women, follows the lives of four sisters as the go through life.” You stacked that book on top of the first. “Treasure Island, pirates.” You continued to stack more books in his arms until you had given him at least ten.

“Wow,” he said, surprised. “You certainly know a lot about this.”

You nodded before smiling. “It’s my job, you know.” He smiled back and met your stare. You inhaled as you looked away. “You get the 20% off discount plus a new customer discount.”

“Really? That’s cool.”

You beamed and nodded at him.

“You have to let me know what you think of those books,” you told him as you began to check-out the books. “You know, some people really love ‘em but others don’t.”

“I will let you know,” said the guy with a grin. “I’m Bucky, by the way.”

“Bucky? That’s a cool name. I haven’t heard that one before. I’m Y/N,” you answered warmly.

“Y/N? I like that,” he said.

“Thanks. Well, here you go, I hope you enjoy them,” you told Bucky with a wide smile.

“I appreciate it,” Bucky responded, reciprocating your smile. He gently took the books out of your arms and walked out the door, the bell jingling above him.

When he left you couldn’t help the gut feeling that crawled up your stomach and spread throughout your body like a disease. You fell for him, you realized, somewhat shocked. The shock wafted away and become a feeling of contentment. He was a good person to fall for.

#sunny <3 #cleo's mutuals <3 #cleo's asks <3 #cleo's celebration <3 #cleo's celebration asks <3 #marvel #mcu #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes x reader

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factual-fantasy · 7 months

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I HAS 25 ASK :}}}}}🍤

@nihilityart Thank you! And,

@cherrycreamfairy

I am now! Some kind of ice and fire guys? They look neat :}}

For me clothed VS unclothed is the same as Civilized VS uncivilized. Or perhaps Intelligent VS unintelligent..? Captain Barnacles VS a salmon. The very humanoid Captain polar bear is gonna wear clothes and the lil fish guy just gonna swim around and be a fish XD

@beryl-shade

I'm thinking that the Cupcake Factory and Mazercise were never built following Chica's decommission.. the only thing that remains of her is the small party stage her and Freddy used to preform on. :(

Proud :}

Well, my Jevil gains the power create mirrors and walk through them into other AUs and timelines. So maybe his power matches up?? I'm not familiar with that Kefka character <XD

Glamrock Foxy still suffers from baby disease XD He may be bigger then Chica and Freddy, but they can still push him around fairly easily.

I also imagine becuase he's so light he can easily be picked up by the other Glamrocks. Poor Foxy can never catch a break XDD

Also Swap Foxy would never pick up OG Foxy. He couldn't do that to him man he knows the pain all too well <XD

Freddy would be really sad seeing Bonnie like that. He doesn't even have to ask anyone what's up with him. He knows that Bonnie cant handle constant activity, noise and lights. He's just not programmed with that kind of processing power. After every performance back in the day, Freddy was the first one check on Bonnie and get him to his room if he was wiped out.

And he was always the last to speak with him after he emerged from his room. Waiting for Bonnie to talk to him first when he was ready.

Seeing him like this now.. so.. hollow. It just breaks his heart. He can tell just by looking at him that no one has treated Bonnie right or attended to his needs in any way. For years. He wouldn't take any of Bonnies rudeness or sarcasm personally. It would bounce right off him because he knows why Bonnie is saying those things and he means none of it.

If Glamrock Freddy was in the swap AU, he would completely leave Bonnie alone. He wouldn't talk to him or address him in anyway. Buuuut maybe he would hover nearby. To be there to give Bonnie an escape from any given situation or if he happens to need someone or something, Freddy would be there to help.

But still. Never talk to him or look at him. Bonnie doesn't need any more things to process.. :(

Thanks for ask! Don't be shy to send more, I love getting them! :DD

As for the perfect sandwich? Oooo that's a good question. Uhhmmmm.... hmm.. Well, tbh I'm kind'a craving a cursed PB&J with cheetos in the middle ngl..

Oh! Or maybe a sandwich with toasted bread and some mayo, turkey, Ham and cheese?? Its kind'a basic but man does that sound good right about now XD

@ocinstituterep

I imagine it works much like the show/real boy scouts. There's not really any major changes I can think of..

I mean, I guess in my AU Professor Natquik was probably the main polar scout leader- or maybe even the founder of the polar scouts?? Or at the very least he could have been a beloved polar scout leader for like.. 20-30 years or something before he dipped and went to the Antarctic. That's all I can think of <XD

@youlikwjazz004

Thank you! I'm having a ton of fun drawing this Deltarune stuff so far! I'm doing a ton of world building on it and I have another set of drawings to post right after this ask post goes up! :}}

As for Jevil's lore, I made this post that talks about his lore thus far. But the post I'm going to make after this kind'a overwrites that so be on the look out XD

They grew up on the Octopod yes. And I don't think its a thing of child labor XD I imagine that all the Octonauts can cook for themselves. The Vegimals are just very eager to help out and they love to cook! Its become their way of helping out around the ship because they want to help. But they can stop when ever- no one is forcing them to be their cooks or even live there. They can leave when ever they want! But they choose not to because they love the crew and they love to cook!

Actually, google says that Barnacles is from Northern Canada. Something about a decorative banner he has labeled "MV Manitoba", which is a reference to the province of Manitoba..?

Which I guess if he is from Northern Canada, that banner and wheel is the only Canadian thing he brought to the Octopod.? XD

Thank you so much!! :DDD

@nervousdiplomatpalacehorse

YOOO I JUST WATCHED THE TEASER FOR IT!! THATS SO COOL??? I'M EXCITED NOW THAT I KNOW ABOUT IT XDD

And King Resh you say? Ooooo, I like that name :00 And yeah, boy his design sure is spooky <XDD

@ariisonfire (Post in question)

SKKJDKJSFKJ SORRY! That probably didn't feel great-- <XD But don't worry I had no idea your character existed when I made blue Grillby so I'm not copying! XD

@octonauts16

I've seen that floating around. I don't have much of an opinion on it myself. I just hope the fans are satisfied with it :0

@shaziztrazh

I have actually! I watched Elvis the Alien review it on YouTube XDD

WAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH THATS SO SWEET WAAAA💖😭✨🍤💖 As for your questions!!-- XDD

1: In the partial swap with Gregory.. I imagine there was a moment like in the classic AU where Monty and Foxy sat down with Chica and told her that Freddy was gone. She probably got some old posters and pointed Freddy out to Gregory. Eventually communicating that she wanted to look for him. In which, they would find him all beat up..

In the true swap, with little Vanessa, I imagine its the same thing. Despite Bonnie taking the place of Freddy, its still Monty and Foxy that sit down and explain Freddy's disappearance. In which again, Chica points out Freddy in the posters to Vanessa and they go find him.

2: I believe in both the Partial and true swap, Freddy and Chica's decommissions happened the same way/for the same reasons as Foxy and Bonnie in the Classic AU.

3: Fazer blast doesn't actually exist in the partial or true swap. In the classic AU Freddy and Chica's attraction was just the main stage and party area. And Bonnie had the Bowling ally and Foxy had Pirates cove.

When the Glamrock era began, Bonnie bowl and Pirates cove were left untouched. Meanwhile Freddy and Chica's roles expanded and they were given Fazer Blast and Mazercise.

In the true and partial swap, that stage and party area are just kind'a.. left there. Maybe sometimes big party's happen and one of the bots come and preform on that old stage.? But mostly the giant stage is used and that old party stage is left to collect dust. Which is a blessing in disguise. I cant imagine the pain the bots would feel preforming on that stage where their friends once stood..

As for Bonnie bowl, yeah it was expanded big time. And is way more decked out than it was before. As for the Pizzaplex its name is still the same. But I imagine the logo looks a bit different :0

@tisgoodthe1st

Thank you so much!! :DDD

@montygatorshusband

I mean, personally? I don't really like it but that's just because I don't ship Fronnie. But hey its not my artwork so its not really any of my business-

@awoogic

Huh? What about him? Looks like he's from tiktok.?

Thank you! And that would be something that would shock the classic Glamrocks. Swap Freddy is in significantly worse shape than Classic Bonnie.. (which was intentional ;}})

Freddy would be rather disturbed seeing his old model so messed up. Considering how much he misses the past and his old body.. seeing an eye hanging out, his arm broken- his leg twisted in the wrong direction.. ehg, it would really freak him out. He'd have a hard time looking at himself..

Chica seeing her old self would disturb her, but also make her jealous somewhat.?? My Chica doesn't like being a Glamrock and misses her old body and role on stage. So seeing herself back in her pink dress and soft yellow feathers.. despite the removal of her beak and hands she'd be weirdly envious.

Monty and Roxy wouldn't have any unique or interesting reactions. They'd just be like "wow you guys look janked up I'm so sorry" XD

This post I made a while back talks about that! :00

(post in question)

XD Yeah. Eventually his fur grew out and he trimmed all the green back. But it sure was funny while it was there!

#my response #deltarune #octonauts #fnaf security breach

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megpricephotography · 1 year

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We had a bit of bad news about Barney’s health a week ago... It’s not terrible, he is doing OK currently but yeah, we’ve all been a bit sad these past few days - which is why it’s taken me a while to write about it.

In the past year Barney’s needed to have quite a few courses of antibiotics, to treat a urinary tract infection, which just would not clear up for months - although he was finally given the all-clear a while back. Just over a week ago, I decided to get a new urine sample from Barney tested because... eh, I don’t really know why, to be honest. There didn’t seem to be anything majorly wrong (Barney was - is - frail but happy in himself, eating well, keen to go outside etc). I just felt something was slightly off with him & recently, if Barney’s been “under the weather”, a UTI has been to blame.

I expected to get told by the vet that either the sample was all clear & I was fretting for nothing, or that yes, Barney’s UTI was back & he needed another load of antibiotics. When we had the call back that afternoon, it was to say there was no infection but they’d found both blood & protein in his urine & it was too dilute. The vet was concerned & wanted to do a blood test.

Barney had bloods done the next day & the morning after, the vet called back & confirmed that the poor old guy now has chronic kidney disease. I think we’ve caught it fairly early, which is obviously good... but still, this isn’t a condition which is curable & I know, sooner or later, it will get worse :( We have now got Barney on a specialist renal diet (thank goodness, he loves it!) & he’ll go back to the vet in a month for a check-up. Hopefully we can manage any symptoms & keep him happy for as long as possible. Barney’s 16 & I know I’m unbelievably lucky he’s been with me for so many years & that at his age, every extra day we have together is a gift... but it is just never long enough & this news has been hard to hear. Hug your dogs.

#tw: pet illness #barney #border collie #dog #senior dog

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neonghostlights · 1 year

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Don’t Fear The Reaper Chapter 08

Series Masterlist

A/N: This was originally supposed to be two separate chapters, but I decided I was drawing this out too long and put these two together instead. Next chapter will be following the night Dani died.

Chapter song: Where Have You Been? by Manchester Orchestra, The Wisp Sings by Winter Aid & right where you left me by Taylor Swift

Summary: Dani Crawford didn’t expect to spend her days wandering around Hawkins, Indiana as a ghost. She also didn’t expect her only chance at peace to come from local metalhead Eddie Munson. When he becomes all she can rely on in hopes of solving the cause of her demise, the lines between life and death become blurred.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!oc (OC is given a name but NO physical descriptions are used)

Warnings: Death (MC is literally a ghost), angst, alcoholic parent, death of a parent, grief, 18+ only, Minors DNI

Word count: 2.5k-ish

It’s been five days since Dani has seen Eddie. Was she purposefully avoiding him? Maybe. But she truly needed to be able to think up an excuse for why she reacted the way she did when he told her he had a girl coming over. She also needed to think of a way to tell him about the woods.

Dani realizes she wasn’t very brave when it came down to it. She knew there was something of importance with those woods but she couldn't bring herself to check. She just wasn't ready, and who could blame her for that?

Jealousy was an evil monster that held her in its claws over the past few days. Every waking moment ate at her. There was no escape with sleeping though she knew if she could dream they would all be of Eddie and she wasnt sure if that would be a good thing or bad thing at this point.

After running from the dark creepy woods she made her way home. By the time she reached the trailer park it was late and dark and she avoided Eddie’s side of the park like a disease. She took a while to stare at the piles of empty beer cans that took up all of the living room and kitchen. She wondered how her dad was able to drive and function at work. She thinks that at this point that high amount of beer doesn’t even have an affect on him any more.

Dani found herself wondering who the girl was. Would it be a one night thing or a forever thing? Was she pretty? Would he fall in love with her and marry her some day? Dani cursed herself, she knew thats what Eddie deserved, a happy life. In no way would she be able to fit into the puzzle of the world any more. There was nowhere that she would ever truly belong. Maybe it had been like that even before she was dead.

Opting to stay away from her dads drinking pit, she spent more time in her room than she would like to. Glad that her father hadn't touched anything in here. She hadn't had the motivation to unpack when she got here. Bags and boxes still remained stacked in the corner of her room. The only thing showing that this room did in fact once belong to her was the picture of her and her mom she had set on her night stand the second she got here. The wooden frame housed a photo of her and her mother smiling during a summer break trip to the beach. Just before her mother had gotten ill. It was always a thought that maybe her mom knew something was wrong well before she told Dani.

The picture used to bring her comfort on the nights that she missed her mom the most but now in this room she couldn't stand to look at it, and the worst part was she couldn't even move it to a drawer. She wouldn’t be able to press her fingers against the cool glass in front of the picture and imagine that she was still there on the beach with her mom. Laughing and talking the day away. She couldn’t help but wonder if she went so long without talking if she would ever lose her voice.

Her bed was made, assuming that was the way she left it when she left. Dirty clothes sat in a laundry basket by her dresser. Plain white walls surrounded her feeling like a jail cell instead of a bedroom. Every night, Dani laid on that floor and felt like she was rotting. She came to terms that she would be the ghost that haunted trailer 34 forever. Doomed to watch Eddie move on from a distance. Doomed to see families come and go. Doomed to be the phantom imposing on their lives.

Dani thought that maybe she had heard Eddie calling for her every night. But she knew better than to expect that. How could she ever expect him to feel the same way she does about him. She was nothing, holding no more weight than a light spring breeze.

On the fourth night of her pity party, Dani couldn’t bear to stare at the walls anymore, Couldn’t bear to look at the picture on her night stand, couldn’t bear to be around her dad or look at the outcome of his alcoholism.

Laying on the yellow carpet of her bedroom floor, she closed her eyes and thought of the spot Eddie had taken her to at the lake. She could picture it so clearly in her mind, that relaxing place she had laughed and joked with him before everything between them went to shit.

Dani opened her eyes to find herself no longer lying on her bedroom floor but instead lying in the grass by the lake, exactly where she had been imagining. Well, that’s a new development, she thought.

Her first thought was to go to Eddies to tell him about the cool new thing she discovered she could do, but she didn’t think she could look him in the eye right now. Also, what if she was there. The thought made her stomach churn.

Dani sat up and stared over the lake. The sky grew darker and the stars started to make their appearance. She stared up at the stars that shone over the lake. Wispy clouds moving out of her way to provide a better view. The wind moved through the breeze like a song. In that moment, she knew that she was in love with Eddie Munson and that would be why she had to let him go.

It had been six days since Eddie had seen Dani.

Eddie didn’t want to walk back to that side of the trailer park ever again. He wanted to avoid anything that reminded him of her. He couldn't even go to his special spot on the lake because of the reminder of the time they had spent together.

But, he knew if he didn’t eventually take the trash out that Uncle Wayne would get pissed. So, he grabbed a pack of cigarettes and made the solemn walk to the dumpsters. He promised himself he wouldn't even look in the direction of the trailer. Wouldn’t hope to see movement in a window or the sound of her voice calling out for him as he walked past.

Humming and tapping a rhythm out on his leg with one hand and a bag of trash in the other, he made it to the dumpster without allowing himself a peek over at her trailer. That was, until movement caught the corner of his eye, and he turned his head out of habit.

There she was. He felt the breath woosh out of his longs in surprise and relief at the sight of her. She stood deathly still with her eyes focused on the ground. Eddie threw the trash in the bin and took a step to get a closer look.

There in the front lawn of her trailer was Dani, standing over a body.

“Dani?” Eddie said while stumbling towards her. “Dani, what happened?” As he got closer he realized the body that reeked of sweat and alcohol on the ground was her fathers. He was able to sigh a breath of relief when he saw that man was in fact still breathing.

Dani didn’t bother to look up at Eddie, too ashamed for him to see the sight before her. “He’s drunk. One of his bar buddies dropped him here a little bit ago.” She bit her lip like she was keeping herself from saying more as she continued to stare at the drunken man. “I guess they couldn’t be bothered to at least bring him inside.” She said darkly.

“Is the door unlocked?” Eddie asked. She gave a quick nod with out looking at him. Eddie went to open the trailer door and was able to prop it open with a heavy work boot that he had seen at the entrance. “What’s his name?”

“Thomas. But if you’re gonna pick him up don’t hurt yourself.”

“Don’t worry, I’m stronger than I look.” He laughed.

Dani didnt giggle or make any notion that she had heard him like he hoped.

“Thomas, hey man, you gotta get up.” He shook the man's arm, earning him some mumbled words. “Get up.” He said while pulling the man's arm. Surprisingly he was able to get him to his feet before guiding him through the front door and to the couch. Thomas was able to plop his full body on the couch before he started snoring.

Eddie was finally able to see the inside of the trailer that Dani had to spend most of her time at. Beer cans and trash littered nearly every surface. The strong smell of cigarette smoke and beer crowded the room. As he looked around the room he saw that Dani was still avoiding his eyes and looking away ashamed instead.

“Hey, we should go back to my place and talk.” He said softly nodding his head to the front door.

Dani let out a deep sigh and a small “okay” before walking to the door.

Dani couldnt bring herself to talk or look at him on the walk over to the trailer. Instead, she decided to find the dirt road beneath her feet utterly interesting. Even now, as they sat in the floor of his bedroom she looked at the carpet instead. After a long stretch of silence Eddie said, “I’m sorry, Dani.”

“Sorry for what Eddie? You can have a girl over if you want. You don't have to feel bad for not hanging out with me.” She mumbled.

“Dani, please, look at me.” He said.

She looked up to see two watery brown eyes staring back at her.

He continued, “I thought that maybe…I could get over how I feel about you if I moved on to some one else. And I’m not going to lie, yeah I made myself get excited over the thought of a girl coming over but you have to understand girls don’t ever like me. I was flattered and I thought that it would be a good way to protect my heart from you. It was a bad call and I am so sorry.”

“What do you mean when you say 'how you feel about me'?” Dani asked, confused.

“The way I feel for you means my heart is going to be ripped out when you leave me, Dani.” He hoped she understood what that meant.

“I feel the same way.” She whispered.

“These past few days have been hell, Dani. I thought you left with out saying goodbye.”

“No…I just needed some space to think. I’m not gong to lie though, I did consider staying away so you can live your life with out having an annoying ghost hanging around you.”

Eddie snorted at that. “You're my favorite annoying ghost though. I just wanted you to know I didn’t even let that girl inside the trailer. I immediately made her leave when she got here. Turns out it was all a joke anyways so.” He shrugged, pretending that it didn’t bother him.

“You dont have to explain yourself, Eddie.”

“But I want to.”

Over the next few hours they caught each other up on what they had done the past few days. It seemed that they had both been doing the same amount of moping. Dani learned that she was not hearing things when she thought she was imagining Eddie every night. And Eddie learned about Dani searching Andy's place, the weird feelings from the woods, and her new ghost teleportation trick. Eddie made her test that out by teleporting back and forth from the living room to the bedroom a few times. Each time he was just as amazed as the last.

“I’m telling you theres something weird about those woods. The feeling I got…was like my mind was telling me I needed to be in there. What if that's where my body is?” Dani asked eventually.

Eddie sat for a second. Staring at the wall. Dani realized he was starting at the poster board that he must have pinned back up before she had gotten there. Her heart swelled at the thought. Even though he thought she had moved on, he was still going to solve this for her.

“I’ll go look in the woods tomorrow.” He declared.

“Not by yourself you're not.” She exclaimed. “Look, if there is something in there I need to be there to see it too. It’s not like it can hurt me.”

Eddie sighed before nodding in agreement.

The next day Dani talked Eddie into going to school prior ot them searching the woods. He wanted to stay home, saying he wouldn't be able to concentrate knowing what they were looking for later, Dani reminded him it wouldn't be any different because it's not like he could usually concentrate at school on a normal day. He huffed at this but still agreed to go.

Dani told him where to park the van and agreed to meet him there after school. Eddie would leave school and head straight there. Parking his van on the edge of the winding road. He put on a brave face.

“You ready?” He asked with a grim look on his face.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” She said before walking towards the woods.

Eddie, in all of his clumsy glory, had trouble maneuvering the steep shoulder and rocks that lined the road. Having to physically climb down to reach the woods.

After he slipped a few times, Dani decided if she wasn’t already dead then he would have given her a heart attack by now.

When they reached the spot she had seen the other day the feelings returned. Eddie must have understood what the look on her face meant as he gave her a small smile and head nod.

Stepping into the woods the feeling grew like a pressure beating down on her. “You alright?’ he asked her.

“Yeah it just gets worse the deeper in we go.” She whispered.

Eddie and Dani did their best to look through any bushes, both hopeful that with each search that they wouldn’t find anything mentally scarring. Eddie paused abruptly in front of Dani. “Wait, what's that.” He pointed towards a fallen tree branch. Dani squinted and could see something small and out of place on the forest ground. Eddie moved towards it.

“Wait no. I’ll look.” Dani said with a pointed look. Willing him to understand that if it was anything bad, she didn't want him to have to carry that memory with him for the rest of his life. Some things you just can not come back from.

Eddie gave her a worried look but didn’t argue with her as she stepped towards the object. As she got closer, the sunlight from the treetops reflected off of it. A small silver charm bracelet. Her silver charm bracelet. The bracelet with a little charm of a book on it. Her mother had given it to her as a gift. How could she have forgotten that?

Dani reached down instinctively and was surprised when her fingers connected with the cool metal and she was able to hold the bracelet in her hand. Immediately she felt whole again. She had found the thing she had been missing this whole time.

The second she clasped her fingers around it she was tossed into her memories, visions of that night flooded her mind, the sadness and the raw fear showed her everything she had forgotten. She blinked once more, returning to the trees and staring at a very confused Eddie.

She knew now why the woods carried such an awful feeling.

“We need to get out of the woods.”

A/N: Next Chapter we find out a little bit about what happened to Dani (:

Taglist: @big-ope-vibes @sheneedsrocknroll92

#eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x y/n #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson au #eddie munson x f!oc #eddie munson x female originial charachter #eddie munson x ghost #eddie munson fanfic

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thefamilyeldritchabomination · 10 months

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Chapter Sixteen: Music Pt. 2

“Damn it Envy! Why the hell did you order me the kids steak burger for my dinner!?” Freddy glared disappointedly at the child sized serving of a dinner.

“What? You’re clearly an oversized infant like the one month old over there. Therefore, you get the kiddie meal while I get an adult meal with Dolly.” Envy was posing by the mirror, shapeshifting through outfits to wear for the night.

Dolly snapped out from her memory, sipping some tea with Lust and monitoring Freddy having a meltdown over his meal. It had been a while since Dolly last recalled her first time being introduced to the concept of death. Then again, seeing that Dolly’s friend was back from the dead, it made more sense now that memory would come and ruin things. Lust was less amused with the interaction as Gluttony sat politely at the chair feeling the secondhand embarrassment from the two bickering assholes. Envy was heavily preoccupied with trying to pick an outfit they liked best, waffling between a gown or a suit, making sounds best suited for a bellowing alligator. Freddy’s tantrum increased more when he spotted that Dorian was given a nice lobster dinner to rub into that injured ego. The screeching annoyed all involved, even Ruby who gave a mild expression of wanting to place a pillow over Freddy’s screaming face in the night.

“Freddy that is enough, you’re being very rude right now and I’m sure someone is making a sound complaint to the front desk about your ruckus.” Dolly looked at Freddy like the misbehaving child he was acting like. “But it’s not fair! Why does Dorian get a lobster dinner and I get a Kiddie meal!?” Freddy’s pitch grew a bit higher with each complaint. “If you don’t shut your whining, high pitched obnoxious voice right now, I’m gonna give you a horrible disease without hesitation. Lust, should I do the suit or the gown?” Envy’s normally venomous voice seemed to do the trick in silencing Freddy who hid under the table to eat the kiddie meal to avoid getting a nasty plague. “Why not combine both? I mean you can pull that combination off.” Lust shrugged a bit as she wished Envy would just pick something already.

“Alright, tuxedo dress it is then.” Envy shifted their outfit to a combination of a tuxedo and a dress as they checked out how it looked.

“There, now you look great. Dolly, just make sure Envy doesn’t cause any road accidents, okay? Last time we had a meal out with them, they caused an accident for the hell of it.” Lust warned, making Dolly consider if she needed a harness and leash for Envy before heading out.

“It’ll be fine! I don’t cause accidents nearly as often as you’d think.” Envy pouted as they waited for Dolly to come along for that dinner that they wanted.

“Alright, I’m ready to head out now. Freddy be kind and Dorian, do not maul Freddy in his sleep.” Dolly carefully got up from her seat, getting her glamor on and ready to have dinner out with Envy, dreading the bill by the end of it.

Freddy didn’t get the chance to protest as Dolly teleported off with Envy to some location they had given Dolly directions to. He was doomed to have only a kiddie meal, a homicidal looking small child, a clay monster that hated Freddy’s guts, and three homunculi watching his every movement. While Freddy contemplated his ‘horrific’ fate, Dolly and Envy arrived at the location with Envy leading the way, smirking like a horrible gremlin they were. This location wasn’t given the curfew order yet as it was still a distance from the rampaging Pride, so there was no escaping the dinner plan. The pit in Dolly’s stomach grew with worry about the cost and how Joel would react when this rather cozy looking hunts lounge like restaurant came into view. There was a glimmer of hope for a moment that it’ll be reasonably priced before that one crashed into dust upon realizing this was Envy Dolly was dealing with. No, there was going to be some sort of expensive meal there that Envy had in mind and damn it, that booger was gonna order it to be spiteful as per usual.

Dolly’s mood did brighten a bit as she smelled the smoked and roasting meat of various kinds coming from inside, it was like a candy shop to her in a way. Envy could only smirk a bit at Dolly’s reaction to the cooking meat smells as they approached the restaurant and got ready to be seated for a meal. The interior was warm with hard walnut floors and walls decorated with age old taxidermy wild game as the weirdo pair waited. Dolly’s eyes wandered a bit towards an aquarium of brass framing, delicate molds of sealife decorating it as the tank showcased its collection of goldfish inside. It had always been a soft spot for Dolly when it came to viewing goldfish, especially the pearlscales that were swimming about like little floating golf balls. Envy watched carefully as they glanced at the tank of goldfish that Dolly was looking at and thoughts of instant fish nuggets danced in their mind. Thankfully a waiter arrived to escort Envy and Dolly to their seats, sparing the goldfish from becoming instant nuggets that Envy had been thinking about. Even more fortunate for the fish was the fact that Envy and Dolly’s table was located towards the window view looking towards the lake. Carefully adjusting her dusty pink dress, Dolly went to sit down at her spot to look over the menu.

“They have a good selection of cognac here.” Envy looked towards the window to check out the lake. “After the tequila incident, I don’t know if alcohol is a great idea just yet..” Dolly wasn’t about to try and wrangle a melted Envy blob once again with a crowd of people standing witness.

“I thought for sure you were amused by that one, but fine, I won’t get drunk again. I’m still getting that cognac though.” Envy smirked a bit as Dolly rolled her eyes a bit at the little comment.

“Alright, if you’re getting cognac, I’m getting some kirsch, I have a feeling I’ll be needing it.” Dolly could easily feel this night becoming a long one with Envy’s little antics.

“Now that’s the spirit! Things are so much better when you let me indulge in fun stuff like that.” Envy had a stupid looking grin, feeling proud of getting Dolly roped into drinking an expensive glass of liquor.

“So long as you’re not melting away once again, I think we’ll all be fine for tonight.”

“And I won’t, you should be thankful I didn’t decide to snack on the goldfish in the tank earlier instead, they looked very appetizing to me.” Envy didn’t register the bewildered stares of the table nearby as the free confession of wanting to eat the tiny fish left the people there looking green around the gills.

“You know, you’re the first person I’ve meant that has openly admitted wanting to eat a raw living fish before.” Dolly likewise, didn’t register how weird the conversation was as she looked over the menu for a bit.

“I suppose I could be nice and split the sherry duck with you, though you’d have to do a little something for me afterwards.” Envy put on a condescending act and they looked away from Dolly for a bit to stare at the lake.

“I’m a fan of duck, so I’ll be open to that one. However, may I inquire what you’d like me to do afterwards?” Dolly was hoping it wasn’t another attempt to get Freddy thrown off a roof like before.

“Well since you asked, there’s an old mansion nearby that I’m pretty sure has door issues. I’m going to need you to teleport us inside of there, I’d like to show you some things inside.” Envy kept up their arrogant appearance, though deep down they were screaming over opening up like that.

“Sure, I can do that for you then. So, if it's alright with you, can I ask what happened before at the apartment?” Dolly waited for a response as Envy went silent upon being asked that. Envy sat on the topic for a bit, ordering up the cognac, kirsch, and the duck as the waiter arrived. It took a lot for Dolly to not thump her tail about as she waited, needing to keep up that human appearance and all. It wasn’t Envy being nervous or anything like that, it was more like Envy’s own sense of pride standing in the way. To show any signs of emotions was a weakness, a fatal mistake for themself with the job Envy held so proudly, but it was a promise they made earlier. It shouldn’t cause too much harm to open up just a little bit, after all, Dolly was relatively harmless enough and fluffy. The fluffy factor played a large role in Envy’s mind to decide on opening up to her as the bottles arrived, taking Dolly by surprise that Envy had ordered the bottles instead of just glasses. Carefully, Envy poured themself a glass of the cognac to sip before finally opening up to Dolly about what happened earlier.

#The Wayfarer #Fan Fiction #FMA 03 #Fullmetal Alchemist #FMA #FMA Fan Fiction #Writing #Envy the Jealous #Envy #Lust the Lascivious #Lust #Gluttony the Voracious #Gluttony #Maes Hughes #OCs #Homunculus #Homunculi

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iwannawritelots · 2 years

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Pride’s Price to Pay

Originally written October 2021

Masterlist

Genre: angst

Ship(s): Lucifer X MC

(genderless MC)

(requested)

Trigger/content warnings: blood

Headcanons/notes from the author: reading it over, the ending is like, super abrupt. I might rewrite this but tbh I’ve been tempted to write hanahaki fics for the babes having them recently… ANYWAYS besides the abrupt ending I think it holds up okay. No before-the-cut paragraph since it goes straight into the blood.

Brief Blurb: MC ends up with hanahaki due to Lucifer seemingly not loving them.

You hadn't given the sudden cough much thought until you were leaned over the sink, blood splattered against the porcelain. This itself was already weird, but then you realized something strange was sitting in a crook of your mouth. Slowly, you used your tongue to force it to your lips, then spat once again. In the bloody sink laid a small cherry blossom petal, which itself was coated with blood. You stared at it in bewilderment, and it seemed to return your gaze. For a moment you thought maybe you had somehow inhaled one of the petals Asmo put in his baths, but those were rose petals, weren't they?

You decided to ignore it for now. It was probably just an odd occurrence, which happened a lot since you came to the Devildom. Making your way back to bed, you opened up your D.D.D. to check if Lucifer had responded to your texts... but no, he hadn't. It had been like this for a week. You coughed as you got into bed, just swallowing the blood that rose into your mouth. Hopefully when you woke up, it would be gone.

;

Three more days had passed, and the situation had only gotten worse. Lucifer blatantly ignored you, even when you tried to speak to him. The most you could get him to respond with were small annoyed grunts or one word responses. It hurt to just watch him walk away, and every time he did, you began to cough up petals.

This time, however, Asmodeus saw you run to the bathroom in a coughing fit. He quickly followed and gasped when he saw petals in the sink. "_____! Who is it?" he demanded, coming to your side and rubbing your back. You spat out a few petals, then furrowed your eyebrows at him. "Who is it? Tell me."

"The fuck are you talking about, Asmo?" you grumbled, wiping your mouth.

"You have Hanahaki." Asmodeus' eyes welled up. "Who are you in love with?"

Face heating up, you told him, "I don't understand what you're talking about. I'm going to bed."

He grabbed your arm. "No! You're coming with me." You allowed him to pull you to Satan's room, where he sat you in a corner before searching through the books. "I can't believe you didn't tell anyone you have Hanahaki, _____."

"What does that even mean?"

"It's a disease of unrequited love." Asmodeus traced the spines of the books on a medical shelf, then pulled out a worn hardback book. "It should be in this book."

"How do you know?"

He froze for a moment, then shook his head. "Not important right now. Just read this." He handed you the book, opened to a pair of pages about Hanahaki. You read for a while, managing to not get distracted by Asmo's panicked pacing around the room.

"Well, this does explain a lot..." you muttered, putting the book down in your lap. "It doesn't change anything though."

"We need to get you better, which means..." Asmo ran his fingers through his hair, stressed. "You need to tell me who it is."

Suddenly feeling rather ridiculous, you muttered, "Lucifer."

"Lucifer? How could you even perceive him as not requiting your love?" Asmo rubbed his temples and wiggled his nose. "You're going to make my skin age. I don't even know what to do with you." Not sure what he was going on about, you stared at him. He facepalmed and kneeled down in front of you. "You need to tell him how you feel."

Sighing, you told him, "I'm pretty sure he hates me. He's been ignoring me..."

"Okay, you are both stupid." Asmo dramatically put the back of his hand on his forehead, then leaned away. "I can't take this! Just cooperate, would you?"

"Okay, okay..."

;

The next morning, you were coughing so much you woke up everyone else in the House of Lamentation. You couldn't even make it to the restroom, instead expelling blood and flower petals all over your bed. Six of the demon brothers were all hurrying into your room, pajamas on and eyes tired. "Yo, _____, are you okay?" asked Mammon, yawning into his hand. "You woke everyone up, even Belphie..."

You were about to respond, but the fact that Lucifer wasn't even bothering to check on you made your heart twist. A violent coughing fit began once again, and tears rolled down your cheeks as you began to panic about his lack of presence. "L-Luci..."

Asmo produced a scowl, then shoved through his brothers and left the room. You felt much lonelier as soon as he was out of sight, since he was the only one aware of what was happening to you. The other brothers came to your side, all causing commotion in their worry and confusion. If you weren't focused on breathing through the coughing fit, you would have appreciated their concern.

Just as your coughs were getting worse and petals were caught in your throat, Lucifer was pushed into the room by Asmo, who had shifted into his demon form in order to gather more strength. "I don't care what your problem is, Lucifer! Stop ignoring _____!"

You weakly reached at Lucifer, spluttering blood and petals. The avatar of pride seemed horrified, slowly walking towards you and shaking. "_____, what happened?"

Despite searing pain in your throat, you grabbed Lucifer's hands and yanked him closer. He took his hands away and ran his hands along your cheeks, cupping them and crying. "I-I..." you wheezed and coughed into your lap. "I... I-I love you, Lucifer..."

"Darling, I love you too, but we need to get you medical attention."

A sudden tranquility washed over you once he said that. The coughing began to lessen as you burrowed into his stomach, exhausted. "I-I love you..."

"I love you too..." he cooed, rubbing his thumbs over your tears. "I love you so much, I'm so sorry I ignored you..." He kissed your head and hugged you close. "Let's get you some help, okay?"

"Okay..."

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nyotasaimiri · 2 years

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Arc Two (redux) 36

((This one needed a little tickling to make it less choppy. Must’ve been tired when I wrote the original))

The microphone clicked off. Aly nodded a few times, studying the system, then checked all the wires. “Looks like it held up well. He put some improvements in last time he visited, but you never know if it will hold until it does.” She looked up to catch Nyota’s eye with a merry smile. “I think you made a good impression, dear. It’s not often I get to hear him say so many words at once.”

“I am grateful for his help, and yours,” Nyota told her with a formal half-bow.

Aly chuckled. “Well aren’t you proper. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No, thank you.” Nyota could feel her warm smile echoed in her crew. “But I am willing to help you and yours with dinner if you do not mind us intruding for the night.”

“You cook, then?” Aly perked up, curious.

“Darn right she does,” Lumen interrupted, before Nyota could say something more modest. “I’ve been ‘round a century and more, and I ain’t tasted grub as fine as our Captain makes anywhere else.”

“Well, now.” Aly’s smile broadened as Nyota’s ears flushed red with embarrassment at his praise. “I am quite happy to employ your services, then. But you’ll wish you had shared that information sooner.”

Not the response Nyota had been expecting. “What do you mean?” she asked.

Aly just grinned. “You will find out.”

Nyota did find out, as she put the last batch of banana fritters over the fire to fry.

“Saimiri!”

Nyota ducked instinctively at the indignant shout, then relaxed and grinned when she recognized the gold fur of the apex stomping toward her. “Hello again, Zoya. How can I help you?”

“You,” Zoya said, prodding her sternum, “did not tell me you could cook. This is flagrant betrayal.”

“I would have told you eventually,” Nyota protested, laughing.

“Liar.” Zoya stuffed the rest of her half-eaten banana fritter in her mouth. “Founder’s left earlobe, this is good.” She swallowed, then glanced at Nyota again. “Breathe, girl. Mera will have my hide if I kill you with laughter.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Nyota gasped as soon as she could catch her breath. “She’d probably thank you.”

Zoya shook her finger like a teacher telling off a naughty student. “Not likely. Corpses bring stink and disease, you know. She’d make me haul you out of here. Sorry, tasteless again?”

Nyota chuckled and shook her head. “I need a little tasteless every now and then.”

Arjun watched her from over the rim of his soup mug. He set it down and shook his head. “She’s not acting right.”

“Whatcha mean by that?” Lumen lowered his own flask. He’d been watching the play of starlight through the glass and liquid, but Arjun’s words set him too close to on edge for that.

“Look how she’s been.” Arjun gestured at Nyota with the back of his hand. “You can’t tell me she’s all smiles and open hearts with people she’s just met. That isn’t normal.”

Lumen hummed and raised the flask again. “Maybe it’s a bit odd,” he conceded, “but I ain’t complainin’. Our lady’s havin’ fun. Took a lot of doin’ for her to think she can.”

Arjun huffed and laced his fingers together around the bowl. The heat soaked deep into his joints. “Nice to be the villain here,” he grumbled. “Yeah, sure, it’s great that she’s happy. That’s what you want me to say, isn’t it?”

“Simmer down,” Lumen told him in the same tone that beings with eyebrows used when they raised them.

“I’m not angry. Alright, I’m a little frustrated.” Arjun kept an eye on Nyota, glad that his hat’s visor blocked his eyes from view. She didn’t like being watched, he remembered, but he couldn’t help it now. “Doesn’t she seem… too open to you? I read your report from when we got Oldarva. She can act open, sure. But this… this is real.”

Lumen’s hum deepened to a sound like blowing over an empty bottle. “An’ how’s that bother ya?”

“You can’t guess?” Arjun raised his visor to fix Lumen with a hard stare. “She’s not exactly a woman given to emotional displays like this. You don’t think it’s dangerous?” He gestured at the rest of the crew. “On one hand, if she’s too happy and slips up, we’re caught. On the other… I saw her angry, Lumen. I’ve seen her fight.”

“Now jus’ ya wait a gol-dang minute, friend.” Lumen leaned forward with a rattlesnake hiss, dark as a sudden storm. “If yer suggestin’ our Captain’d hurt her crew—”

“Defensive, aren’t you?” Arjun sat back and watched Lumen’s glow rise to normal. “Your turn to simmer down, First Mate. I know her well enough that she would never mean to. But you push someone too far, or even talk to them while they’re pushed…” His eyes settled on Sonny, and he heard Lumen’s softer hiss as the novakid saw the love and fear mingled in them. “Your ‘Lil’ Glowbug,’ she likes to help people who are hurting.”

There was a long, creaking whisper, cooling steel or a novakid’s weary sigh. “I see yer point, Arjun. An’ I still say it. Our Captain’d never hurt her.”

Arjun just shook his head and tipped his visor back down. “I respect you too much to offer a wager on that.”

He was surprised by an offered hand. “I’ll take ya up on that anyhow,” Lumen told him. His glow brightened and warmed like a fiery beacon. “Name yer wager if it comes due, I’ll take it. But it ain’t gonna, I bet. See, Arjun, she’s a Protector. Don’t ya forget.”

#arc two #repost

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wizardlyghost · 2 years

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- WELL every bone in my horrible mortal form is exhausted and my head is full to the brim of empty, so i cannot think of a better time to type up my FALLOUT 4 LIVEBLOG.

- MISC STUFF I THINK I FORGOT TO MENTION IN PREVIOUS POSTS:

- i checked in with all of the PRYDWEN’s key staff.

- the MOLERAT LADY (i forget her actual function aboard the ship but she’s got a bunch of MOLERATS in a cage for study) gave me a quest to collect BLOOD SAMPLES for some kind of EXPERIMENTAL SUPER-RAD-X.

- the SCRIBEMASTER (probably not his real title) gave me a quest to collect TECHNICAL DOCUMENTS. at least i think he gave me this quest, my notes aren’t very clear.

- the POWER ARMOUR CHIEF MECHANIC (who was mentioned many times in people’s emails in a way that suggested her placement on the ship was controversial - i thought she might be a GHOUL or a SUPER MUTANT, someone who the BROTHERHOOD OF STEEL generally wouldn’t recruit or something, but it turns out she’s just an amputee who uses POWER ARMOUR as a mobility aid, so the BROTHERHOOD is just ableist :/ ) was going to give me a set of POWER ARMOUR i think, but given my taste for stealth i elected to come back later.

- the CHIEF MEDICAL OFFICER gave me a medical exam where he asked me things like “have you ever been in contact with any disease” and “have you ever fucked a GHOUL”. i think i will stick to STIMPACKS and NUKA-COLA, thanks.

- PALADIN DANSE seemed really keen (in his very direct, a -> b -> c (autistic (complimentary)?) sort of way) to be my companion, so i sent PIPER back to DIAMOND CITY (she does have a newspaper to run, after all).

- i spoke to MAXSON again, who gave me a mission to take a VERTIBIRD and go recover a stockpile of MINI-NUKES from a community of SUPER MUTANTS. because this is absolutely the group to whom i want to give a wheelbarrow of POCKET SIZED W.M.D.’s (lying through my teeth), i accepted. above table, i know he probably wouldn’t give this mission to an npc had i refused, but that’s metagaming, so i’m gonna go along with it to gain his trust and improvise heavily.

- due to the previous interaction, i decided to bite the bullet and start throwing points into CHARISMA (building it up from the minimum possible score). i’m gonna need one hell of a poker face if i’m gonna be lying to MAXSON’s face about why the BROTHERHOOD isn’t getting what they want.

#FALLOUT 4 LIVEBLOG: THE GHOST FALLS OUT #FALLOUT 4: THE RESURRECTION OF OSHA #fallout 4

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Today has been an absolute fucking shitshow.

I want to preface this with the knowledge that this cat is the first pet I've really had. My family had dogs, but it was...let's just say it was not a good situation, and we tended to get rid of the dogs before they were in a position to be put down. So a lot of this is new to me, I don't know what's normal, and every time we talked about the situation to people, we got the same response: "You're doing this right, it's better to go a day early than a day late."

To jump to the conclusion: babycat is still alive. The vet did come over, and talked about how all things considered, she still seemed in decent condition. Super lethargic and a little raspy, but apparently the fact she's still eating is sufficient to say she's doing okay. But he checked her lungs too, and apparently they're surprisingly clear? So like. Okay. Strongest diseased lungs. Far surpassing expectations on life expectancy. He said she would likely survive through New Years, into the week they'd be open again.

So okay, now the fuckery.

This was scheduled for 12-2. Somewhere in there, hard to say exactly when given schedules run late sometimes, but in that area. We get a call at 12:20, asking when we're bringing her in. ...no, you're coming to us. That was the entire reason for scheduling this, was that she's scared to go to the office and scared to go in her carry case by association. We're not doing that to her. After some apologies and an explanation that they don't usually do in-home for cats (but do for dogs, go fucking figure), in addition to my wife cancelling because I couldn't talk I was crying so hard, and them calling back to offer coming out after hours due to the mix-up, we were back on for this. Only for him to show up, look at her, and ask us what made us think this was the time. As if you didn't tell us we needed to schedule in advance for in-home.

So at this point, we're not doing in-home. This is the only local vet, but to be honest, this was a disaster. He doesn't even seem to remember that he scheduled this appointment for us personally with this condition in mind. And when we talked about options, and how the in-home could be scheduled again but if something happens before then, what do? My bottom line was, if we needed to, we could bring her in. All I would ask is that we be there with her.

And we could not get a straight answer. He didn't say no, but he sure didn't say yes. If anything it sounded like the expectation is drop off the pet and he'll do it between appointments. Which. No. I'm not bringing her, leaving her, alone and scared, until they decide they can sneak it in.

We were so clear about all of this. I cannot stress enough that we spent that entire appointment doing nothing but talking about needing to be there and therefore doing it at home. And it fell through spectacularly. Worse than I could've imagined. And now we're being told that, if we don't schedule in advance for the home visit, that we may not even be able to stay with her when they do have to put her down? No. No, we will travel the hour to an urgent care when it's time, and we will be staying with her. I'm so done with this. I'm so mad.

The good news is, cat remains. Her diseased baby lungs are still powerful, it seems. She's definitely on the decline, but we get more time, and we're not agonizing over whether it's too soon or whatever. We're going somewhere they'll let us stay with her. I don't know how long it will be. She declined quickly and this may come on quickly. But I am far, far too tired now to think about this. My baby is still alive, and as long as she is, we're going to take care of her. And when it's her time to go, we're going to be there with her, no matter how far we have to go to make it happen.

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20 April 2023 Urthursday uh jueves 3:22 am pdt

incubus gave me very painful diarrhea several minutes ago. I think he really hates me. I don’t buy the husband stuff anymore. They keep making me think that all those guys: Scott, Nick carter, murdaugh? Spelling. He likes them more than me. And they all do what he says. Bow down to him. He uses me to save face to those who might not otherwise approve of the rape: young women, teens. Incubus please stop taking bone from me. Please... please please please please. Please. Why must I live tortured everyday? Stop making people born for doctors bottom line. Right butt pain 3:27 am pdt. People who know god yet have the audacity to say “want to save lives” biggest con/lie. Their dreams are to torture people. That’s their hearts desire. 3:28 am pdt am pdt

3:30 am pdt you will know (top lip pain) if you’ve been reading along every post. Garrido’s demon angels and his wife Nancy. Pharmacists and doctors and nurses. They all bow down to the same god. Incubus is NOT my god. Incubus = pestilence = Greek god of disease and cures. Same god, different alias/pen name. 3:32 am pdt

3:33 am pdt stop using me to pay someone’s bills. Decapitate me with your own hands. 3:33 am pdt

cnbc yanking my chain(?) = joking? Massive inflation and death and losses across the board in every way. Is it really (right hip pain bone 3:36 am pdt) I don’t know much but I’ve seen news articles all covid long. Is it really 99% and 1%? If 99% are regular people of course there’s RECESsION. 3:38 am pdt but yes please do elaborate Bcz I don’t know everything.😞😖😭😫😩😩 3:38 am pdt

1% does not need stimulus. 3:42 am pdt I don’t need music and movies to remind me of how unhappy I am. 3:43 am pdt

3:43 am pdt people who say it was wasteful to send stimulus. Don’t send to rich 🤑 people? I guess if you like everyone to be tortured Bcz you’re heartless sure say that I’m glad 😞 CNBC guy a minute ago said that on tv 📺 stimulus checks were wasteful. 😤🥵😤🥵😤😤🥵😤 you don’t need the sacrificial lamb 🐑 sitting on the thrown to start the apocalypse again from the beginning. Incubus made me move into address in 2018 with 79 and castle 🏰 in it with prince 👑 George as a cross street. Can’t get any clearer with that with my birthday 🎂 and relatives and all the other cross over in signs 🪧 that history will repeat 🔁. I can’t think straight. 3:49!am pdt decapitate please ! 3:49 am pdt

8:21 pmpdt minutes ago brain 🧠 skull 💀 acid pain. I left arm pain spine pain. Right eye 👁 pain. Times I have given stuff away including money 💰: car 🚗 rides: (spine pain) w/o repayment = 2. My saved allowance from dad (usually he gave equally if I got $ my sister usually got $. I gave $ for 2 middle school 🏫 yearbooks 2 my sister. I let her borrow my tshirts but told her if she got compliments she had to tell them it was mine. 8:27 pmpdt In middle school 🏫 I remember once I baked cookies 🍪 I said 2 for me 1 for you 😞 she got at least 3 cookies 🍪 probably. When I graduated 8th grade she was almost as tall as me. She grew to 5’4”. I think 💭 although I feel like she might have been taller (right hip joint pain 8:31 pmpdt minutes ago had severe tummy ache 8:32 pmpdt) I gave my still good twin mattress to my friend. I gave a very good nice futon couch 🛋 to my ex boyfriend when he became my boyfriend. I don’t remember asking for money 💰. It was given to us free from my mom’s friends who let us stay at their place in 2002 Bcz of something that happened to my mom. (acid pain skull 💀 left shin pain 8:36 am pdt) I m probably short from all the times I’ve been sick 🤒 (left hip bone 🦴 pain 8:37 pmpdt) I tried to give away my sister’s Barbie dolls to the next door 🚪 neighbor btwn 1996-2000. I think 💭 I was already in high school 🏫? It was immature I gave my sister’s instead of mine. I think 💭 she probably was not playing with it anymore... but I was still playing with mine? And my dad commented “you’re too old to be playing with Barbie dolls.” I think 💭 I was 14 years old. Does growing taller (acid brain 🧠 skull 💀 pain 8:42 pmpdt) means you are growing up 🆙? Taller = bigger brain 🧠? More mature? I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️. I was punched in the head during 8th grade year and then started having tendency to look 👀 down most of the time? I think 💭 I read autistic people do that? 8:46 pmpdt I still don’t know why I was punched. It was a surprise attack. 8:46 pmpdt 8:47 pmpdt

8:51 pmpdt my sister probably used all her allowance money 💰 when she hung out with friends? I usually stayed home 🏠 b4 sophomore year high school 🏫? She was always going to a friends house 🏠. 8:53 pmpdt I felt like I could not ask my mom if I could invite people over. I felt like we were treated differently. When ever I wanted something it was usually “not now!” But when my sister wants something it’s like “ok.” 8:55 pmpdt

8:56 pmpdt I had severe cramps 😖😭 acid throat pain while I was typing 💬 above. 8:57 pmpdt 8:58 pmpdt here’s a something I (spine pain 😖😭) that you might not expect from god. Acid brain 🧠 skull 💀 pain spine poking pain pulling pain 😖😭cramps ) when I was 4 years old I had a Mickey Mouse 🐭 plush toy 🧸. Cramps 9:01 pmpdt

10:19 pmpdt I am having a lot of cramps and diarrhea. When I was 9 years old I got confused about diarrhea. I ate cereal at my dads and I thought it was me and the cereal causing diarrhea. I don’t remember anymore when I figured out it wasn’t the cereal. Eczema I think I remember reading that it was considered like an autoimmune disease/disorder.

10:30 pmpdt (throat acid pain x3 in about last 10 minutes) I guess I read it during a time gene I wasn’t thorough about research/reading. I guess it isn’t? Although why would doctors so there is no cure? I don’t know. 🤷🏻‍♀️ 10:32 pmpdt

10:33 pmpdt I found stuff that cured it. Even though doctor said there is no cure. Which means doctor is not knowledgeable? Or is a liar? For money? 10:34 pmpdt a sell out? 10:34 pmpdt so if I extrapolate? What could I say then about garrido? And other head trauma patients? 10:35 pmpdt

10:41 pmpdt I think child rape is (acid mouth pain 10:42 pmpdt) demonic. But I guess god doesn’t think so. Which is why garrido was able to keep dugard for many years. Incubus god doesn’t think it demonic. Incubus parents divorced when he was 8 years old. 10:43 pmpdt

10:44 pmpdt moth acid pain butt acid pain. 1987 incubus was 8 years old. 1991 dugard was kidnapped. 10:45 pmpdt

10:50 pmpdt mouth not moth. I need to read more Jon benet RAMset stuff. 10:51 pmpdt

11:07 pmpdt my cousin did something to my aunt/her mom’s things that she denied. Something that could have been unforgivable if something happened to her (acid throat pain 11:08 pmpdt) it was a cellphone. If my aunt needed it (acid pain skull brain 11:09 pmpdt) she also cut the seatbelts in the back seat of her car and put her dirty shoes on the back of the driver/front seats. 11:11 pmpdt I advised her to find a hobby now (2015?) that she likes so she might make a career out of something she likes so that she’s not stuck in something she doesn’t like.she twisted my words to mean that she should make money now (2015) infront of my face seconds after I said it. 11:14 pmpdt acid skull pain. In gods world there’s karma for everything. There’s no clean slate like Sierra LaMar said, even if it wasn’t her mistake (acid pain brain 🧠💀mouth 11:16 pmpdt) it was her dads she was judged for it probably hence the small world and crickets. Her dad is still alive? He didn’t do much? But she’s gone? 11:18 pmpdt Bcz she’s half Japanese? Asian hate? 11:19 pmpdt the first 4 numbers of her case number is 1207 = Pearl Harbor. 11:19 pmpdt elephant in the room. 11:20 pmpdt Scott lived in Cupertino all his life? Friends with the cops. Loves history channel. And mentioned to me his birthday is same as Pearl Harbor. I’m half Asian. 11:21 pmpdt

11:22 pmpdt spine pain. 11:23 pmpdt I forget how old I was. Maybe I (right hand bone pain 11:24 pmpdt)

11:26 pmpdt 11:27 pmpdt Jon benet Ramsey case one site said that s*xual assault did happen. 11:28 pmpdt

11:31 pmpdt Jon benet Ramsey was 6 years old when she was murdered. I wrote some posts ago that I looked at a tall grown man in a swimming pool and swam beside him and smiled at him being a little too friendly. 11:33 pmpdt I don’t know why. I don’t know if he was secretly a s*x offender (right hip bone pain 11:34 pmpdt). Maybe I wasn’t his type? Maybe he wasn’t? Never met him b4 that or afterwards. 11:35 pmpdt after and b4 that I was shy. So why was I not shy to him in my swim suit in the pool? 11:36 pmpdt (throat acid pain 11:36 pmpdt) when I was 4 years old... incubus with his magic 🪄🧜‍♀️ (Acid pain skull 11:37 pmpdt) tickled my vag repeatedly. And he did it for years. 11:38 pmpdt and when I was in middle school I became very h*rny from that point forward. 11:39 pmpdt

11:48 11:49 pmpdt I guess nothing I write or say matters. Bcz men are excused for child rape, too. Bcz all men are like that???? My dad never touched me like that. 11:50 pmpdt I don’t think my dad was like that. Why are other men like that? Who is it usually? Is it normal? Is it only something that happened Bcz god wanted it to happen? Child rape is bizarre to me. But it happened. So I have to consider that it actually might be naturally occurring. On tv some guys are portrayed as players who try to sleep with as many women as possible. It’s as if they’re trying to find out how many holes they can fit it into. Acid pain skull 11:55 pmpdt spine pain x many 😖😭. What is natural for children? When you’re 4 years old? Is it abnormal to approach any man you don’t know only Bcz he is good looking and wanting to be friendly? 11:57 pmpdt

11:59 pmpdt when I was ≈11 years old I thought Brian of Backstreet Boys was cute. I heard some girls thought Nick carter was cute. Was incubus grooming girls from age 4 going forward for rape? 12:01 am pdt tickled vags. 12:01 am pdt

12:02 am pdt acid stomach pain. Left eye acid pain 12:03 am pdt throat acid pain tooth pain. We already know garrido premeditated it. He anticipated kidnapping dugard. He was prepared. And officers allowed him to keep dugard for years. So did the doctors Bcz they released him repeatedly after each offense even after he raped the 14 year old . Does no one see anything wrong with this? A god who helps out guys like this? 12:06 am pdt what can we suspect then about guys like Nick carter Et al? 11 year olds thinking Nick carter is cute? 12:07 am pdt when you sell your soul to the devil, what do you get in the end? Guilty by association? 12:08 am pdt

12:14 am pdt student of the week letters from elementary school, and every yearbook from school people wrote you’re quiet. Quiet girls leave you empty like coffee. But quiet girls don’t have many friends. Desolation. Easy targets for rape? I need to think about that. 12:16 am pdt do balls become empty after ejaculation? I think I read some where they do. 12:17 am pdt

12:47 am pdt I don’t know why but I smelled a hint of marijuana??? Was it?? And gasoline fumes. One after the other. 😞😖😭😤🥵 incubus why are you making me smell 👃 those things in the bathroom 🚽 weird. I guess Bcz I don’t have a window 🪟 in the bathroom 🚽 it’s way inside so I don’t have a choice but to smell 👃 it. 12:49 am pdt 12:50 am pdt. Child rape is heinous to me. Maybe 🤔 not to incubus Bcz he can’t relate? 😞😖😭😤🥵 12:51 am pdt acid mouth 👄 pain anus pain sharp I hope I don’t poop 💩 in my pants 👖 12:51 am pdt

12:52 am pdt I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ if I’m nice 👍😞

1:06 am pdt incubus demonstrated he can control my thoughts 💭. Which can become actions. (Bone 🦴pain left eyebrow 1:08 am pdt 😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵😤😖😭 upper 😖😭 tummy ache arm pain hot exhaling hot air. 1:09 am pdt I’m not perfect but could I at least get some brownie points for this effort?????? 1:09 am pdt left hip bone 🦴 pain 1:10 am pdt like I don’t know a reward like to keep my bones ???????

2:32 am pdt searching my memory for clues. I told a coworker in 2009 or 2010 that I (thought? I) got diarrhea (pain right foot 🦶 pain 2:33 am pdt) from Raisin Bran cereal 🥣. And she replied “maybe it worked too well.” 2:34 am pdt cramps 😞😖😭😱

3:01 am pdt I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ what I really am (acid throat pain) Bcz god is (right hip bone pain 😖😭) really skilled at. Changing my feelings and memory. It feels like I should not believe great 👍 things about myself. 3:03 am pdt 😞🥵 started warming up 🆙 my back. I think 💭 it is very cruel to do this to women. Men seem to have it far better than women do for a very long time. I think 💭 that toilet 🚽 seAt challenge started many years ago. I watched (acid butt bone 🦴 3:05 am pdt) I saw 👀 a video in art 🖼 class of a student 👨‍🎓 doing it himself in 2009? Some people have very good immune systems like cavemen they survived with out (vag cutting pain difficulty breathing 3:07 am pdt) but I don’t for some reason. You’d think 💭 that bacteria 🦠 and viruses 🦠 were aliens 👽 who came later like the yerks in animorphs books 📖. 3:09 am pdt

3:10 am pdt they say that the skin is the first line of defense. Integumentary system. Immune system. Broken skin = weakened immune system. 3:12 am pdt 3:13 am pdt I should know by now from every lie they told me that they are going to keep taking bones 🦴 from me until I have no vagina. Spine pain 😖😭 they’re cruel. They rape 6 year olds and 11 year olds. 3:15 am pdt they said they’re never going to stop 🛑 in harder to breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️ and Nick carter is still much more ok 👌 than me. They’re never going to stop 🛑 doing stuff to me and little girls. They lie to me so they lie to little girls. Left hip pain 3:18 am pdt he wants to make me look bad by tricking me into doing things. But in my mind they excuse garrido and carter. I want a poll to be taken of all carter fans. When they started (acid pain face below lip left side. 3:20 am pdt they banged up my head and made spine! 😖😭 3:21 am pdt my skull 💀 and brain 🧠 hurt a lot! Extremely! Who knows what they were doing to my brain 🧠 every time it got punched or collided with hard material. 3:23 am pdt what age they were. 3:23 am pdt what year? 3:24 am pdt

3:31 am pdt how old were they when they went to their (acid tongue 👅 throat pain 3:32 am pdt) first concert 🎵of the Backstreet Boys? What year? And if anyone they knew died after? 3:34 am pdt

3:38 am pdt something that bugs me. Incubus is scaring me about mentioning it. Now he’s making me feel evil 🦹‍♀️? For thinking 💭 tongue 👅 pain. 3:40 am pdt 😰 I compared space shuttle to airplane ✈️ significantly different. But also similar? He is making me scared 😱 to type it now. But you’ve been taking my bones 🦴 and giving me a helluva harder to breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️ time and you excuse garrido and carter. Why should I listen 👂 to you? 3:44 am pdt you’ve been killing me. 😩😤🥵😤🥵😤 3:45 am pdt

6:12 am pdt if the incubus was serious 🧐 about getting rid of the monster 👹 that little girls scream in fear at, why isn’t Jesus Christ a man this time instead of a woman 👩🏼? He did say was it a monster 👹 who lives in her dream 😴? So not the real monster 👹? Only the figment ? Definition? Imagined monster 👹? Maybe the decoy for the real monster 👹? Bcz if Nick carter is a child rapist then he would trick you first into being safe? It’s like the princesses 👸🏻 and the worn out dancing shoes 👠 . They thought 💭 they were dancing with princes but they were under (Merlin? Incubus? Magic 🪄 spells 🪄 6:17 am pdt) so if you genuinely 💭 thought 💭 he would get rid of child rapists .. were probably mislead by your own misunderstandings? What’s that phrase they throw around don’t waste seed? Good stock/seed? When referring to mans sperm? Why say that? Is it Bcz only the Y chromosome carries rapists gene 🧬? Is there a rapist gene 🧬? Is it in all men 👨? Then of course women are doomed to have menopause start at age 32! And men get to keep on ejaculating into how old was Catherine mcphee’s husband? Whyyyy? Hillary swank had a baby at age 50?! The other karate kid ???? 6:23 am pdt and Janet Jackson???? 6:24 am pdt so in this world 🌎 the real child rapists are better than me? Ok 👌! 6:25 am pdt

if they were grooming me to be a victim of child rape 😐 I guess they have” reasons” to manipulate me to look bad. 6:27 am pdt bcz my aunt on my dad’s side she went to a sperm bank 🏦 and had a baby 👶 from it. God can manipulate all of us? To do it that way. We already know men like to have s*c without conception. They live for it it seems 😑so honestly, these days all rapists are most probably heinous. 6:30 🕡 am pdt

incubus god and all those who postpone the catching of rapist = heinous b*txhes. 6:31 am pdt

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Read Joel Osteen even the hood love Joel Osteen now I did that I love his messages it will change your life and give you hope in the darkest places in life even in welfare offices back to work programs social security offices and a street corner we even got a store in New York named after him right next to Bryant park New York City , thank you Joel Osteen I'm a true fan you healed me and save my life thanks

My favorite human being if everybody had a favorite human who would yours be I mean you gotta love a guy like him I think of single mothers on welfare with no help and her kids home crying and starving from hunger or the young man trying to do the right thing in life he just ain't given no opportunity to make something of himself with whatever vocation or skills he got those the people I teach and speak on certain subjects to help

Don't laugh at my glasses they were cheap 😂 I thought I was styling anyway who needs them I rather a clear vision

The story is that 50 Cent kind of dropped a hint to me on wanting to help cure the Aids epidemic in Africa and I heard it and I proposed it to send the cure for aids in Africa to the people in Africa infected with HIV Aids and this is the news headlines in March 2023 of it going through another accomplishment on my list of accomplishment thank you so much and they should be continuing sending it to Africa daily every day week month and years for generations and generations from now on a continuous basis that would be the right thing to do true humanity .

Check the news on CNN The US helped prevent AIDS from being a death sentence in Africa . The us is me and 50 Cent the rapper from his hit show power .

We did it congratulations on the cure for Aids in Africa .

The US helped prevent AIDS from being a death Sentence in Africa

Check the news on CNN on ending HIV Aids in Africa with the cure and new medicine Cabenuva HIV medicine that cures HIV Aids like the common cold and any other kind of communicable diseases

We did it congratulations on the cure for Aids in Africa .

The US helped prevent AIDS from being a death Sentence in Africa .

Cabenuva the new HIV Medicine is the cure for HIV Aids it knocks out HIV Aids like the common cold please send it to Africa to help heal the people .

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Against vision flickering.

A vision is unique gift , since a birth given to us, and his appreciation beginning understanding, when you are loosing his. And in a few years we are share, that eyes are let down me, thus about this readers asking in us, thus a ophtalmologist Ivanovskaja checked your letters, in every letter is hard vital situation, and on the world look a wish with light bring, and not allow developing a problem, keep independence in household questions, and social activity..

1. Sergey shares, that on the childhood his vision lowered, wore glasses on minus , and all these years he waited, that eye transfer on plus, why this is not happened?

And unfortunately, this a not single case, lots of patients waiting this miracle, and minus keeping, but increasing with headaches, neurologic problems.

As in presbyopia transfer on plus is happens in just healthy eye, and in acquired myopia, when you are wore glasses at school, and eyes is stretching, and retina changes, these are all cases, like snow ball, are raising. And to adult age we are getting pathologic picture as rising pressure in eyes, periphery retina dystrophy, spasm accommodation, and neurologic aches,flies, not clear picture, discomfort and other, with years are filling problem situations. But miracles are not happening and spasmed in childhood ciliary muscle with age as self not dissolving.And need to remove a reason, as remove spasm, lead in norm pressure in eye, lead in norm eye feeding, and timely. And do not wait, visit ophthalmologist for a vision to keep and not allow a future lowering .

2. As in the mirror am saw a red eye, as filled with blood,am true worried, as never injured, never vision problem had, will a true be a blind? And am not think about which doctor will help me, or this is self stopping.

And a condition in you calling subconjunctival haemorrhage, as in damage vessel a blood flow under conjunctiva is connective mucus, which covers all eye, and not a cornea and inside surface. She is protects, trophic, tear forming and immune function doing. Deformation for conjunctiva vessels are causing common vessel system diseases as vasculitis, angiopathy, sugar diabetes, immune pathologies, hypertension, as in system disease a suffer all vessel wall, and in eye having ending vessel branch,thus a micro-circulation a foremost. And conjunctive suffers from a fast pressure rising and lowering, after long vision loading, in inflammation process in eye, or injury. And importance here to find a reason, and here is probably having collection of a few as inflammation and injury an hypertension, or a serious sign with health problem. And in fast pressure rising vessel is ability to bursts, as on retina and conjunctive, am meeting often these situations. With therapeutist, we are lead in norm feeding for eye, and not allowing pathologic changes. And this haemorrhage dissolving longer and seriously,that a haemorrhage n conjunctive.

If this happened in healthy eye, thus this is ,like a same bruise on the leg, which dissolving within a few days, but to deforming vessel adding inflammation . Diagnosis doing on ophthalmologic device and cure is individual, and avoid a self cure to do, that prevent an allergy reaction and recovering delaying.

3. Julia sharing, that she is pregnancy on 14 weeks, and one day felt darkness in eyes, as when am stand up as if am sat. As all swim before eyes for minute-two.. I don't know what is happening to me, haemoglobin in norm, rest enough.

A such condition calling a orthostatic hypotension, as in pregnancy of a enlarging blood size are vessels and heart are not adapting to happening changes . Thus body position changing leading to a short vision lowering. Specific cure not doing, try to do are fast moves with body, keep right regime for day, and a meal in pregnancy time.

4. Zoya shared about a family and very kind, touching letter, and he is having two grandchildren, but school is a not source for knowledges, this is true vision loading, what we need to do, to not miss a myopia and keep theirs vision good.

And problems happening with a high tiredness as asthenopia for vision organs as on the reading, drawing, and headaches feeling, irritability, and closed, suffers perseverances and suffers sleep. Often wings, rub eyes, squinting, and hard transferring from dark place in light and contrary. And all these is about a hypoxia is failure oxygen. Thus, not leave without attention these complaints and visit ophthalmologist, which removes spasm for ciliary muscle,that a disease not lead to myopia. And very hard here to control a screen vision , but are norms for vision loads too having by sanitary epidemic rules. For computer work time are for 1-4 classes just 15 min, 5-7 are 20, 8-11 are 25 min. And gadgetrs as iPods, phones watching in, of screen glow for 1-2 classes are 15 min, 3-4 are 20, 5-7 are 25, 8-11 are 30.

A common vision loading as TV, Gadgets till 14 y.old just 40 min/day, and every 20 min doing rest for eyes as look in the window, and disperse blood by body. Add hard limits, keep attention on posture for a working table place, and lighting. And about adults,that in a condition,that you are not having problems with vision, maxiamal vision loading to close within a day are 6 hours, every 30 min add 15 min rests and look far. And exseeded normativer for vision loading to close a risk for eye pathologies as syndrome spasm accomodation, myopia, ophtalmohypetension, cataracta, destructive process on retina.

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Yolanda Villalon - phaware® interview 389

In this episode, pulmonary hypertension patient and Stanford's Race Against PH 2022 Adult PH Courage Award recipient, Yolanda Villalon, discusses her devastating diagnosis and the impact on finding the right support group.

Don't miss the 22nd Annual Race Against PH at November 22 hosted by the Vera Moulton Wall Center for Pulmonary Vascular Disease at Stanford. Click here to learn more. #raceagainstph @phaatstanford

My name is Yolanda Villalon. I'm from Hollister, California. I was diagnosed with pulmonary arterial hypertension in August of 2018. Like many people, I was misdiagnosed for a couple of years. One of my first symptoms was this cough. At the beginning, I thought it was just allergies, but it was real persistent. So I went to my doctor and I was told, "You have extreme asthma." I was given a lot of inhalers and pills and I just kept getting worse. My breathing was getting heavier. I was gaining a lot of weight. I was coughing to the point where I was having these little spasm attacks. When I would cough, I would start to feel faint. It got so bad that I was afraid to drive, because I would have these attacks and I could feel this darkness come over me. So I would pull over. I kept getting checked for everything but my lungs, they kept showing everything was clear. Everything was okay. It got to the point where I couldn't sleep. I gained a lot of weight, although everyone kept telling me, if you just walked and exercised. People didn't understand, I had to psych myself out every morning to walk to my car. I would tell myself, "You just need to get to the car and you'll be okay." Then I'd get to work and I would tell myself again, "You just need to get to your door and you'll be okay." I did that for months. I didn't want to wear clothes. It was so hard to put on socks because I couldn't reach my feet. I was gaining so much weight and I was passing out. So finally, maybe about six months down the line, I decided I'm just going to the doctor's office. I know I don't have an appointment for weeks. I'm not leaving until someone tells me something. My doctor saw me. There really wasn't anything that she could say. She just kept telling me, "Your lung X-rays are clear, but you have a slight enlarged heart." She set me up with a cardiologist in town and he saw me right away and ran some tests. He said, "Yeah, something wrong with your heart." While I was going through my files, he mentioned sleep apnea. I said, "Oh yeah, I had that in my late twenties." They told me, "We're going to remove your tonsils, lose weight, you'll be okay." He said, "No. It says you have a CPAP machine." I said, "No, I don't have a machine because I'd be using it." So he set me up with a sleep test and come to find out, yes, I have sleep apnea still. Extreme sleep apnea. He said I was losing 20% of my oxygen when I went to sleep, which would explain the discolorations of my lip and my tongue. I didn't tell anyone that I was going through that every morning, looking at my face and going, something's wrong. I explained, because he told me also diet and exercise. I explained to him that he didn't know me, so he didn't realize this is not the way my body is supposed to look. I knew I had water because when I walked, I could actually hear it slosh. So he did give me some water pills and it felt like overnight 30 pounds gone. I finally received my CPAP with my concentrator. I was feeling good. I wasn't feeling normal, but some of the symptoms that I had, they felt less, especially that water weight. Once that water weight got off, the pressure around my chest that I was feeling, my breathing was a little better, but I could still tell that something was wrong. I kept thinking, it's going to take time. I felt pretty good. About a year later, I started to feel the symptoms. The cough came back. The heaviness of my body. I weighed myself, 14 pounds I gained. I thought, how? I've been on this diet, I've been doing well. I just felt like everything was slowly but surely coming back. This time, I went straight to the cardiologist and he said, "Well, it's been like a year and a half. Let's do an echo." I did the echo. I went to a conference in Vegas. We went for a walk in the evening. It was hot. Boy did that knock me down. I felt miserable. I remember my coworkers wanted to take me to the hospital. I'm so stubborn. I said, "No, no, if I just rest, I'll be okay." The cardiologist called while I was at the conference. He wanted to know, “What day are you coming back? What time?” I told him. He said, "Don't stop to eat lunch. Don't go home. From the airport to my office." I thought, "Oh man, this is not good." Sure enough, he said that my heart was actually worse than a year ago. He knew that it was time to pass me on to someone else and he made the arrangements. I went to Stanford maybe about two weeks later. That was the first time I heard about PAH. That that was a possibility. They kept me for day and a half, so they could run as many tests. They really wanted to do the right heart catheterization, but they couldn't. It was going to take a few more weeks. They gave me a book. I remember going to the book. It went by the severity. I remember looking at oral pills and inhalers and thinking, "Okay, this is going to be me." When I got to the part about an IV pump user, I thought, no, I don't want to be that person, so I'm not even going to bother with that chapter. I'm going to skim over this. I'm going to be this person that only has to take pills. A few weeks later, I do my right heart catheter. I went to get my results. I was told that I need to be admitted, I'll be there for two weeks. It never really occurred to me, although they were saying it was possible if I have this disease. I really was hoping someone would just give me some pills then off I would go home. I knew I was ill, but I never thought I'd hear rare condition. Prior to being ill with this condition, I really had never been sick. I rarely got a cold or the flu. I didn't have any medication. I didn't have high cholesterol. I was really proud of myself. Now they're hitting me with this rare disease, not knowing what my life expectancy was. I was told it could be two years. It could be 10 years. If I was really lucky, 20. That was a lot to take in. Thankfully, a friend had come with me. I remember the doctor saying, "I'm going to give you a moment to take this in." She walked out. I laugh at the most inappropriate times. I remember turning to my friend and saying, "Did she just say I'm going to die?" My friend looked at me and she's like, "Yeah, I think that's just what she said." I just started laughing because I was just so shocked. We were apparently laughing loud, because I remember when she walked back in, she said, "You know this is serious, right?" I was like, "Yes, unfortunately this is how I react to things that shock me." I had never even heard of an IV pump. I remember being asked, not asked, but encouraged, that I needed to go this direction. Yes, there were orals, but this was what was going to help me the fastest. I said, "Sure, okay, let's do it." I remember the doctor saying, "You're saying yes, but your face is saying no. How about you go home, talk about it with your family, think about it." I said, "No, if I go home, I'm not coming back, because I'm scared." I said it's better for me, just stay here. She said, "Okay, we still want you to still process it. We have a lot of tests to run still. In a day or two, we'll to discuss it." I never discussed it with anybody, with family or friends. The reason I didn't wasn't because I didn't want anyone to support or help. I was scared because they had explained to me that it was going to be rough transitioning with the medicine and my body. The side effects were going to be a rough ride. I thought, well, I don't want later on to be angry at anybody and say, "Why did you tell me to do this? Why did you let me do this?" I figured if I'm going to be mad at anyone, I can be mad at myself. I can look in the mirror and go, "What were you thinking?" That would be okay because I didn't want to be angry with anyone when that time came. And it did come. But I've been able to get past it, obviously. One of the two things that I asked for, I asked, show me. Show me another person with an IV pump because one, I don't even know what that looks like. I want to see how they live. I want them to tell me how they're doing this. How they've been living this life with a pump. A couple of days later I met a very nice woman who not only had PAH, she had another condition. I remember thinking, gosh, you at least only have one thing. This poor woman had two. That's a lot. Then my second thing was, when does your support group meet? Because I knew I was going to need that support group. Two weeks to learn how to mix my own medicine, which was terrifying. My sister came. She learned. My brother, when I came home, my brother learned how to mix medicine and to clean my port area. All that was scary. I went to a support group. I was so excited, because I kept thinking, I cannot wait to meet other people like me. I cannot wait to hear their stories, to find out how they're surviving this. I was excited. My coworker, my boss was so nice, she let the both of us take the day off, because it was like an hour and a half drive for us to go to support meetings. She went with me and we got lost. We were a little late for the meeting. I remember being just so excited. Then I put my hand on the doorknob and that joy and excitement and looking forward to meeting these people, it was like it just flushed out of my body. All of a sudden what rushed into my body was heartache, fear. I remember opening the door and looking at the group and thinking, well, I don't think I want to be part of this group after all. I don't think I can do this. Let's not. Let's leave. We went in. We sat down. Everyone was introducing themselves. It comes to my time. I went to say my name and I couldn't. I balled. I could not stop crying. It just came rushing out of me. I just couldn't stop. The only thing I could say was, "I'm sorry." I was sorry for crying so much. I was so grateful that my friend Karen had come with me, because she became my voice. She introduced me. She let the group know how I went from a healthy person to a non-healthy person. I was so grateful for that. I was really grateful for the support group, because I think the average person was like 5 to 10 years. We had a person that was about to get ready for a transplant and everyone just kept saying, "It's okay. We know exactly what you're feeling right now. It's okay. Let it all out." It would take me about two more months before I would stop crying at the meetings. But now, I like to engage. I still have my moments. I get really emotional about it, especially when I hear a new patient because you totally relate. You understand them like nobody else can. I love going to support group. I love when we were meeting. Right now we're doing Zoom and it's been a little bit more difficult for me to do, to meet. I used to take a whole day off just to go to the meeting. Now, I’m having a hard time stepping away for an hour at work. So I keep hoping there'll be a hybrid someday. I'm just grateful for my support group. I'm grateful for all the support I get. I'm very fortunate that I have family and friends and employers who have just bent over backwards for me, really. And my doctors. I’m just grateful for all these people that are in my life, because without them I couldn't do this. When Dr. Kudelco called and said I had won the 2022 award for courage, I remember thinking, "I'm not courageous." I don't see myself that way. I see myself as someone who wants to live and thrive. If I am courageous, it's only because of the people that are in my life that help me push through. My name is Yolanda Villalon and I'm aware that I'm rare.

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