#There's supposed to be 'I know I'm probably' I'm just too lazy to fix it

[spctrsgf]

mi luz

based off of this comment i wrote on tiktok: “he looks like he could use a hug and a shoulder to cry on.”

word count: 2.2k

warnings: nonspidey!reader, language, hurt to comfort fic (miguel needs a break. like a sabbatical or something)

a/n: ngl, i'm not too happy with how this turned out, probably because i wrote it all on a plane and it's not beta read, but i need more soft miguel fics in my life!!!

He’s tired.

He’s tired and he’s missing you. The boring, monotonous walls of his office harshly remind him of his place, the jubilant orange glow of his monitors tell him of just how much more work he’s got left before he can finally retire to your world.

Lyla, lounging atop one of his screens, watches him and his glossed over eyes, knowing exactly what the lazy flick of his fingers meant. She sighs, glitching over to bring one of his screens forward. “Miguel!” She yells, scaring the poor man out of his thoughts and momentarily extending his claws. “Lyla, what the fu- what the hell?” He growls, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“No kids are here, you don’t have to keep it PG.”

“Whatever.”

“Look, you got work to do, and if you don’t finish it soon, it'll be too late to get in some quality time with this lovely human,” she shoves the digitized photo of you up and into his face. “Before your next mission.”

He sighs, knowing she was right.

“Daydreaming about it isn’t gonna get you there any quicker,” she flickers to be right in front of his face, slapping a hand onto his nose as if she could actually touch him. “GET YOUR SHIT DONE.”

“Fine, fine! Get out of my face.” He grumbles the second sentence, swatting her away and strolling back up to his screens. His eyes catch on your photo, and he reaches to enlarge it in front of him, but—

“No,” Lyla dissipates the photo before he can even get to it, face twisted in disappointment. “No. Not until you finish working.”

“Hey! Who’s the boss here?” 

“Me. Now work.” Lyla glitches out of view with a triumphant huff.

He huffs dramatically, pouting as he pulls himself together. He lets his emotions drop from his face and slides into his stoic mask, resuming the work on his screen. It’s hypnotizing as soon as he gets into it; Lyla must’ve done something to keep him focused, he supposes. She always does have a trick up her sleeve.

In what feels like no time at all, he’s done with his work. With a final, defiant tap to close down his screens, he spins on his heel, ready to leave and go home. Ready to hop in through your window— as much as you hate when he does that— and rest his head atop yours, caging you into where you’re surely stirring something on the stove.

But as he turns, he’s face to face with none other than Hobart Brown. A look to the left reveals his partners in crime; and Miguel knows he’s in for a ride. At least a ten minute detour, as it always is with the four of them. 

“What?” His hands come to rest on his hips naturally, trying to become bigger to them as if it would make the next words out of their mouth more blunt and less angering. “We have a slight problem—” Gwen starts, before Pav butts in.

“It's not slight. It’s a pretty big deal!”

“Mate,” Hobie huffs. “That’s not helpful.”

“I’m trying my best!”

"Yeah, and that's going great-"

“Okay, stop it, all of you,” Miguel interrupts before they can go down the rabbit hole, trying to keep his already strung thin patience steady. “What’s going on?”

“There’s another fight going on.” Hobie gives the answer blunt, to Miguel’s satisfaction.

“Cafeteria?”

“Main hall. Sector D.”

The huff that erupts from his lips draws a colorful picture of his current emotions as he hops off of his elevated platform. “I’ll fix it.”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Miles brings himself to stand in front of the man. “We’re not gonna hurt anyone, right?”

“I can’t make any promises.” He brushes past the kid, dismissing him with a shake of the head. 

“Miguel. Don’t take your anger out on them–” Gwen tries, but all it gets is his recoil and daunting stalk towards her.

“I will do whatever the–” the swear word is on the tip of his tongue, but he swallows it down. “I will do whatever is needed, but violence is not my first course of action.”

“Please be nice to everyone,” Pav says, peeking over Gwen’s shoulder. “It’s been a long week for all of us too.”

Miguel sighs and brushes past them, saying nothing. He brushes off their words in silent agreement. He didn’t really want to hurt anyone either. 

By the time he reaches where he'd been informed the fight was, there was a mosh pit encircling the brawl, a mass of blue and red and spidermen. He approaches from behind, the tide parting for him as each person registers his presence.

When he meets the pearl in the oyster, the hotheaded spiderman hasn’t noticed him quite yet. He’s got the other spidey— one of the many spiderwomen— beneath him, gnarly fist raised to land another punch. Miguel sighs, grabs the back of the man’s elbow, and dragssss him off.

“Everyone get away now.” His tone squeezes the air out of the room and leaves no room for discussion, not that anyone would dare to object. The spidermen flee the scene before he can even finish his sentence, and by the time he’s turned back to the perpetrators of it all, they’re gone too.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, murmuring a low cálmate under his breath as he moves to regain his bearings. “Lyla,” he waves the said woman near.  “Find those spidermen and remind me to get to them when I come back.” She sputters to focus in front of him, dipping her head in an obliged nod before sputtering off again to wherever she found herself needed. 

Miguel shakes and unclenches the fist he’s made with his free hand and stalks back to his office, rubbing the palm of his hand where his claws had taken purchase amidst anger. 

Sometimes, he regrets putting himself in charge of all of this… shit.

But… he’s the only one who can do it. No one had the vigor, the dedication, the understanding of why and what had to be done to keep the multiverses in line and make sure what happened to him never happened again. 

It’s tiring. It takes his nights and his days and chips at his brain until he’s sure there’s nothing left in the expanse of his head. For someone who appears naturally angry, he’s quite good at keeping all the real anger in.

The downside of this: he bottles it all up. But the bottle isn’t big enough, doesn’t last forever, cracks at the seams, and then shatters in a explosion of tears. It enjoys crumpling him into the floor, loves the way his hands shiver in the cold breeze, shakes him to the core and, for all his confidence, makes him doubt.

Lyla’s only seen him like this once, when he couldn’t get away and instead had to sequester himself into his office, not quite getting to hardwiring her nosy personnel to do something else. 

No, he doesn’t rely on her, as he normally would with other problems. He doesn’t trust her, he doesn’t even trust himself with post breakdown Miguel, no. 

He goes to you.

You. The lovely, kind person he’s had the great privilege of calling his. His love, his support, his everything, or better yet; mi luz. My light. The light at the end of the tunnel, at the end of the world, when he feels like the walls are caving in and there’s really nowhere else to go and nothing more to lose.

You calm him, like you always do. Effortlessly caring, eternally so. Never afraid to give, to let him take and take until he’s stuffed whole. You know little things about him, take the time to learn them. Like where to get his favorite empanadas— much better than the ones in the spidey cafeteria— and that he loves when you press your fingers into his shoulder blades. He loves your massages.

He loves you.

Tapping insistently at the shitty gadget on his wrist, he mindlessly pulls up the coordinates for your dimension. Second nature. He’s walked himself into some obscure corner of the building, but he isn’t processing such mundane things at the moment. He can feel himself slipping, the mask fracturing. He can’t be left alone right now.

You.

The portal is up now, flashing and glitching in an assortment of colors, beckoning him in with its delectable light, like a halo. Miguel wastes no time giving in, diving into the portal and tucking himself tight like a torpedo.

Multiverses zoom by as he glides through hexagons and hexagons, thousands of people in each. Worlds that he keeps steady, safe, perfect. Normally, he’d stop to smell the flowers, observe and appreciate the sereneness of every special home in front of him. Pride himself in the fact that there was a special home for someone to come home to. 

But not this time. No, this time he keeps his eyes screwed shut, he wouldn’t, couldn’t get distracted by the novelty. The bottle is cracking now, cracking into long and sharp spikes aching to slice across his chest. He’s so close, all he could get himself to do was focus on his breaths. In and out, in and out, in and out—

The abrupt warning of your multiverse approaching pinches his wrist, reminding him that this whole mess was very much real. He stumbles into your living room with a not so quiet thud, startling you. You drop the spoon you were stirring something with— smells like some sort of sauce, yum— and whip your head towards him.

He’s got his arms wrapped around you before you can even process that it's him, burying himself in your neck and inhaling the calm scent of you, a mix of your perfume and your detergent, so very you. 

“Miguel.” You sigh into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his waist as the initial shock of his intrusion wears off. 

He slumps into you, only trusting himself to let out a low grumble of your name. 

“What’s going— oh,” your brain puts two and two together. “Oh, Miguel, shh. It’s okay, I got you.”

And he breaks. Because he knows you mean it. He knows you have him. You always do.

The tears are bubbling over the rims of his eyes and splashing down his cheeks, his hands are twisted up in your loose shirt. He’s sure his claws have made an entrance too. One of your hands reaches to turn off the stove, the other rubbing incandescent patterns into his back. 

You were always so careful. Never leave the stove on, Miggy. Don’t wanna burn the food. He loves that about you.

“Hey,” your voice wisps in through the fog of his mental breakdown, of the end of the world. “Hey. It’s me. Just me. Your absolute favorite person on this planet.”

“Multiverse.” He manages through sob induced hiccups. 

“Multiverse,” You smile, breathing out a soft laugh as you toil him in closer. “Breathe, my love. I have you. Nobody is here but me, and I’m not going anywhere. Promise.”

He nods, lets himself weigh more onto you.

“That’s it, I got you,” you coax. “Get it out of your system.”

He gives all the tears he has to give. He’s sandwiching you between the counter and his stature, but you don’t seem to mind. Your spilling words, mindlessly, talking until he’s done and ready to attach himself to them, the soft baritone of your voice.

And it takes time, but he gets there. He’s in the tunnel, the walls are caving in, he’s believing he's given all he has to give, but you’re there, and you’re telling him no, no you have not. You don’t get to lose, because you have SO much more life to live.

His light.

The tunnel lets up, opens up the walls, lets him bathe in you, in the way your arms are still hooked tight around his waist and you’re going on about how there was a new episode of your favorite show that he had to watch. 

And of course he would watch it.

He’d do anything for you, anything you asked whenever you wanted. And he knows, in turn, that there wasn’t a damn thing in this god forsaken reality that would stop you from doing the same for him.

You tell him as much. To his face, into his hair, with the dance of your fingers on his back, in the way you guide him to the couch, when you place down some food and a cup of water— you just cried out your backup supply— and again when you place yourself down next to him.

“I’m so beyond lucky to have you.” He murmurs to you, some fifteen minutes into the episode of your show, something about this dude with a metal helmet and a green baby? He can’t recall the name.

You turn, a smile gracing your features. “You deserve me. You deserve everything the multiverse has to offer and more. Dunno what I’d do without you.”

“You’d have one less person bothering you.”

“Ah, yes,” you laugh, swatting his cheek. “Like you’re such a nuisance.”

He laughs, actually laughs. It’s nice.

You tilt your head onto the girth of his shoulder, snuggling in tight as your attention is again sucked into the screen.

He smiles dazedly at you, finally feeling at peace.

Mi luz. My light.

is anyone else still obsessed with him or is that just me

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara x you #miguel ohara fluff #oscar isaac #oscar issac characters #oscar issac x you #oscar issac x reader #oscar issac imagine #spiderman: across the spiderverse #across the spider verse

[akosijayjay]

January and February dump

This is my most recent work of Lloyd, and my most recent work in general. I made this in the computer room at school with a painful high-sensitive mouse. We have these special course thing in our junior high, so every tuesday after class, I get to be in the computer room. For six hours... (My course is Visual Graphics Design. I'm kinda regretting it now since I've been thinking of becoming an architect... I can't change my course now since it's too late. Which is stupid.)

I'll try to draw more there! I really like drawing with a mouse cause I like the challenge. And since I'm not accustomed to a high-sensitive mouse, it'll be a bigger challenge for me!

I made these two in traditional then polished them digitally since I straight up just used a pen. I rarely use a pencil nowadays so I can learn to fix mistakes without erasing it. Usually it ends up looking like chicken scratch but I'm getting better.

My Harumi one is so bad lol.. When I was making it, my classmates around me were messing around and moving the chairs in the process, making me have to draw strokes with shaky lines. It's not that noticeable though since I made the lines thicker.

I was planning to make something for Rebooted's anniversary but I got busy... (And lazy) The PIXAL one was inspired by an animatic I saw.

If you compare the previous Arin portrait, yes, they don't look the same. I'm trying to find a look for Arin, as I do with every character, that I'll be satisfied with.

By the way, I'm kind of basing Arin's hair with my classmate's hair. Which is funny because my other classmates compared this artwork to my classmate, who looked nothing like Arin but have similar hair, commenting they're the same. (I'm not mad because I actually find this a bit humorous)

I was trying to make an animatic and this was going to be the sketch. But then again, I got busy and lazy. (Mostly lazy)

I accidentally changed their facial features a bit by accident on the second page because I forgot to reference the first page. It was tiring flipping pages every 5 seconds, ok! Also, I drew it after 2 days when I drew the first page, and I didn't have a design I liked for them yet. (...I just noticed Jay has different eye colors in both pages...)

I think I'm sticking to these looks for Lloyd. I'll try to make it accurate to this. (I think I did great with the first image of this post. Though, I made him too round for my liking.)

Discard the growing beard post redesign Lloyd has. That beard thing was supposed to be where his chin was until I realized it was too small. And it's still too small.

Child Lloyd is so cute! The eyeshadow wasn't intentional at first, but then it got me thinking, what if Lloyd had an emo phase? And now emo child Lloyd is my headcanon.

Pre redesign Lloyd kind of reminds me of TommyInnit, and I find it quite funny. Maybe it's the facial gesture, I know a lot of TommyInnit fanarts with that silly face.

For Dragons Rising Lloyd however, I want him to have long hair with his post redesign face. I'll try to make full body designs of the 4 Lloyds.

You guys probably don't care, and this is the first time you've seen me because I don't have an exact artstyle and I dont post as much, but I'm going to put descriptions now since this blog is going to be a silly little art dump! And blog posts are supposed to be descriptive. Which I should've done in the beginning and explained my works..

Anyhow

If you liked my art, thank you!

If you saw me before and told me I did well, thank you and I'm sorry!! I know my previous posts have gotten comments and I'm sorry I didn't respond.. I'm not trying to be ungrateful, I just don't know how to express my appreciation for your positive feedback! Or just reply in general... I get nervous even when I'm wearing my mask..

Please don't hate me, I'm just really anxious to show my work to people I don't know to the point where I might think people disliked my artwork when it's the opposite..

(I'll probably copy paste this in future posts now lol. But I AM thankful that some of you guys think my works are great!)

#everytime i draw idk #traditional art #digital art #2024 #2024 art #ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago lloyd #ninjago lloyd garmadon #lloyd garmadon #ninjago harumi #ninjago arin #ninjago pixal #pixal borg #ninjago zane #ninjago zane julien #zane julien #ninjago jay #ninjago jay walker #jay walker #ninjago cole #tag

[parental-unit-of-chaos]

Clark and Kon react to Autistic Reader.

[Teen Titans (2003-2011) #10]

So, you can 100% blame me staying awake at 02:40 because I can't stop cackling like a crow being waterboarded on @gatorbites-imagines and his/it's/xyrs kyrtontian's purring at a frequency that humans can't hear headcanon. I'm autistic, and I hear shit on the other side of the building, sometimes on a different floor.

Cw: Swearing, idk else, unhinged/ blunt replies ( R giving).

__Clark Kent__

Clark having his super hearing, I feeling like he hears distracting noises constantly but feels like he can't say anything about them.

So when he hears a frustrated voice say,' Can we please fix that god damn janitor's closet door on the floor under us!? It squeaks all day'.

Clark is shooketh, I don't put it past him thinking you are possibly kryptonian. Like he did with Shazam. Probably try to phish out info to see, but bad at being subtle.

'Why do you keep bringing up Superman??', 'Oh.. Well I mean, he is this City's hero'. You probably read his inquiring wrong, and believe he thinks your SuperMan.

'The reason has to why my hearing is above average, is because my autism makes me more sensitive to sounds. I promise you, I'm not Superman. I could not live comfortably with such a jarring unpredictable schedule.' , you word vomited, pitching the bridge of your nose.

'Oh.. uh I'm sorry if I made you upset', the more exhausted tone reminded him of Bruce a lot, when he bugged him too much. 'Its fine, just so many people make jokes about it. It can get old fast.'

Basically the mf would be balanced between panic and false hope of finding a relative he could keep on earth.

__Kon-el Kent__

I feel like he's got so use to no one being able to hear his purring, he doesn't care to suppress them. At times when he's to lazy to do this hair himself, he gets one of his friends to do it. Not worried.

He just enjoys the comforting feeling and begins to pur away. For the sake of it, let's say Tim was the victim of doing Kon's hair.

Tim would be the first to notice you walking around the common room, looking like you are going insane looking for something. Kon not really caring has he doesn't see it has important.

'Did you lose something?', Tim questioned, pausing shortly from combing Kon's hair. 'There is a sound and I don't know where it's coming from', you kept walking around the room listening.

Tim would try to reassure that you'll get use to the sounds of building, the more you stay. At some point, you walk over to where they were on the couch, and figured out it's coming from kon. 'The sound, it's coming from you!?'.

Kon would be so confused and Tim would be too, for different reasons. Tim doesn't hear it, Kon is not sure if you're referring to him purring or not.

'Huh?', 'You, it's coming from you. It sounds like a rumble or some shit'. Well fuck, he can't really play that off. 'You're not suppose to be able to hear it..', his tone resembling that of Oz media reading a cursed post.

'Hear what, exactly?', Tim feeling more like a third wheel in the conversation and wanting to be in loop. 'Kryptonian's have an organ that can make a sound, the best way I can describe it in human experience is a cat pur. But, we can only hear it.', Kon tries to summarize.

Tim would be the one that's extra, and suggest a DNA analysis. 'Tim I assure you, my mom used the excuse of popping me out of her, far too much for me of too be found in a capsule.', you then explained the autistic symptoms you have. Sensitivity to sounds being one of them.

This dose not stop Kon from jokingly referring to you has his sibling from now on. Which would confuse everyone that wasn't there to hear this interaction. Kon being Kon, he wouldn't explain it anyone, because he feels like that would ruin the joke.

_____________________________

Ha ha ha, it's 04:30 and I get up at 05:00. This is gonna fun.. but at least my dad feeds my caffeine addiction by giving me offerings of energy drinks, in hopes to encourage my autistic brain to be okay with doing the dishes, and other medial tasks.

#Crow!Writes #conner kent #clark kent #x male reader #x gender neutral reader #this is my first attempt at bullet point fanfic style. #autistic reader

[miasmaghoul]

just saw an ad the fucking said "if you're not oozing then you're losing" and i think that's enough phone for today

...well i wasn't planning on writing tonight since im exhausted and can barely see straight, but i misread this as "if you ooze you lose" and that gave me an idea so LETS GO I GUESS

Aether doesn't quite know how he got here.

Well, no, he knows exactly how he got here. Dew hadn't really given him much of a choice.

It had been half an hour or so earlier, a quiet day off that Aether had been spending in the library. He'd been curled up on a sofa in front of the fireplace with his nose in a medical text when the little ghoul had found him. Dew had announced his presence by practically falling on top of Aether, forcing him onto his back so the fire ghoul could crawl up between his arms.

Aether could smell the weed on him, along with a pair of scents he recognized as Swiss and Rain. Dew's eyes had been red and glassy, his face pulled into a goofy grin and his hair into a messy bun. He was high high, and that was always a charming look on him.

"Hi," he'd said, burying his face in Aether's neck and breathing deep. Aether had chuckled, setting his book on the floor and wrapping an arm around the little ghoul instead.

"Hi yourself," he'd run his hand along Dew's spine and the fire ghoul had groaned in that specific way that told Aether he was really feeling it. "You're in space, aren't you?"

"Mmm," Dewdrop had started mouthing at his neck, warm lips grazing his stubble, only to pause after a moment. "Fuck, I'm too high to think of a Uranus joke."

Aether had laughed, loud and boisterous, shaking his head and dragging Dew up for a kiss. Lazy and deep, the little ghoul granted him entry at the first flick of Aether's tongue over his lip. He'd melted into the kiss immediately, another sure sign that Dewdrop was baked into oblivion.

"Are the other two as high as you?" Aether had asked when they broke for air, sliding a hand up the back of Dew's shirt. The fire ghoul had hummed and nodded, kissing the corners of his mouth. "So why are you here, firefly? Not that I'm complaining, but you don't usually stray this far."

"Need your help," he'd said, tugging Aether's lip with gentle fangs. Dew's eye's had been lidded but filled with obvious mischief.

"Oh?" Aether had chuckled, resting his free hand on Dew's ass and giving it a firm squeeze. Dew had chirped and wriggled against him, fixing him with a playful grin.

"We're gonna play a game," he'd announced, "me 'n Rain made it up, but we need your help." Dew had kissed him again then, just as loose and open as before, but with something starting to approach urgency. Aether had felt himself starting to chub up against Dew's thigh - he was pretty sure the little ghoul was giving him a contact high.

"What kind of game?"

A massive grin had been his only answer, and before Aether knew it he was being yanked from the couch and dragged into the hall. But Aether had followed anyway - it's not like he was doing anything interesting, and he knew first hand what sort of "games" Dew comes up with in this state.

Still, he hadn't expected this.

"One more time," Aether says, staring at the pair in front of him. "Just...from the top." He waves a hand and Dew groans from where he sits on the mattress, pressed into Rain's side. Their hands are all over each other, always so tactile when they're like this. Swiss seems to be slightly less affected, sitting in a chair next to Aether and watching them grope.

"'s not that complicated, Aeth!" Dew sounds exasperated, and Aether supposes he knows why. This is probably the fourth time he's asked for clarification. Dewdrop stands and Rain makes a sad noise that has Swiss moving immediately, pulling the water ghoul into his lap and nosing behind his ear. Dew plops himself in Aether's lap with no regard for either of their obvious erections.

"Humor me," he says with a crooked smile, resting large hands on Dew's skinny waist and trying not to stare at the way Swiss was now fondling Rain through his boxers. Dewdrop huffs, wriggling to make himself comfortable and resting one hand over Aether's obvious bulge.

"You're gonna fuck me."

"Right, I got that," Aether confirms, sighing when Dew gives him a squeeze.

"And Swiss is gonna fuck Rainy at the same time," Dew continues, gesturing over his shoulder. Swiss gives them a thumbs up with the hand that hasn't made its way into Rain's underwear. "With me so far?"

"Yeah," Aether nods, "I get that part, it's just-"

"Then," Dew interrupts, shushing Aether by volume alone, "you're both gonna cum in us. Get us all full, right?"

Aether groans at that, throbbing under Dew's touch. He nods. He gets all that, has no problem with it. It's just-

"Then we gotta hold it allllll in for as long as we can," Rain singsongs, pulling his face from where it's buried in Swiss's neck. "And the first one to leak is the loser!"

"Right," Dew says with a nod, grinning down at Aether again. "You ooze, you lose!"

Aether pinches the bridge of his nose and groans.

"And what happens to the loser?"

"He has to eat the load out of the winner's ass!" Dew says it like it's obvious, like this isn't the weirdest proposition he's come up with in...well, probably not all that long, if Aether sat down and thought about it.

He stares up at Dew, at the joy in his fanged grin. At the little dimples in his cheeks and the crinkles at the corners of his bloodshot eyes. He can never say no to that face and the fire ghoul knows it. Aether groans again and lets his head thump against the back of his armchair.

"I'm not high enough for this," he gripes.

Dew giggles - giggles - and scrambles to his nightstand. He returns with a joint fat enough to get even Mountain stoned in half a puff and holds it out in an open palm. Aether eyeballs it for a moment, watching Dew sway on his feet, boxers straining. He sighs and takes the offering, Dewdrop giving him an excited chirp in return, the little ghoul bouncing on his heels. Aether sticks one end between his lips and doesn't have to ask Dew to light it for him. He inhales long and slow, gripping Dew by the shirt and dragging him closer until their mouths graze each other. Aether lets the smoke pour from his lips and Dew drinks up all he can.

"Okay, fine," Aether says, taking another, smaller puff and blowing it over Dew's head to watch him chase it. "On the bed," he says with a wave, "Swiss, come back. Let's watch them play for a bit first."

Swiss gives Rain one last fondle before depositing the rather boneless water ghoul on the bed for Dew to wrangle. He nabs the joint from Aether while they watch, passing it back and forth while the other two make a show of stripping their shirts and boxers. They're sitting at the edge of the bed with their legs spread and stroking one another before Aether decides he's ready, standing and stripping his own shirt to the chorus of sweet little moans they're both letting out. Swiss is already naked in his chair, finishing off the joint and looking as pleasantly stoned as Aether feels.

"Alright," he breathes, tossing his tee onto the pile of clothes on the floor. "Are we ready to play?"

Dew makes an adorably excited sound, nodding and wrestling out of Rain's grip. He pads over to Aether, pretty pink cock wet at the tip and wagging between his legs. He leans up on his tiptoes and throws his arms around the larger ghoul's neck. Aether gives him a peck on the lips and Dew nuzzles into his shoulder.

"Fuck yeah, let's beat these losers," he slurs, and Aether laughs. He pushes Dew back, smiling down at him.

"Firefly, who says I want you to win?" Dew's face falls in an instant as Aether's smile goes dark at the edges.

"What?" It's a bare squeak, one that goes beautifully with the flush of Dew's cheeks. Aether turns him by the shoulders, the pair of them watching Swiss and Rain kiss all wet and clumsy. "Aeth, what-"

"Gonna get you so full that you have no choice," he croons, low and sweet.

Dewdrop shivers.

"C'mon baby," Aether pats him on the ass, "time to make a mess of you."

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlet #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #i have no idea what this is you guys im so fuckin tired

[maddipoof]

This is the steddie fic i've been promising for months but always forgetting to write and I know my thing is Steddie midnight thoughts, but i don't want to stay up that late or schedule it because I'm lazy and whatever it's midnight somewhere probably (i lied, i did stay up that late)

Anyway, I love Steddie people, Steddie people love me, we all love Steddie

Steve Harrington knows how to sew. Eddie can mend things, he can fix a button, he can sew a patch, but he's not good at it. It's very messy, very visible, he doesn't care he just needs it to get the job done.

Steve cares a lot. He needs it to look good but more importantly he needs it to look right. If he's going to do something, he's doing it right. He makes sure the thread matches the fabric, he always makes sure to wear his glasses so that he can keep his stitches very straight and tiny (Eddie loves it cus he looks like "a hot Rick Moranis" often accompanied by "Honey, you could shrink my kids." "What the fuck does that even mean?!" And he does not know).

It's not like he's really making anything, he doesn't have projects lined up. He keeps his grandma's sewing machine up in the attic, and gets it down if he ever needs it. All the fabric he has is either scraps or he just reuses things that were beyond repair or just didn't fit anymore. He likes fixing things more than he likes making them. His grandma taught him how, how to make things fit right, take seams in, let them out. He's a master of hems, jeans, skirts, dresses, you name it. It's at the point that Max doesn't even go straight home from shopping, she'll go to his and Eddie's house first so he can hem all her jeans.

You know who went prom dress shopping together? I promise you it was Steve, Joyce, Will, Max, and El who went prom shopping together (maybe nancy too) But I will tell you they found nothing! These are 3 of the most wonderful kids on the planet, there is no way in hell that he or Joyce are letting them look anything less than absolutely perfect. So of course they go to the fabric store instead and they find the most perfect patterns and "Ooh, I like the skirt on that one, but I really like the top of this one" AND THEY MAKE THEM LIKE THE SCRAPPY LITTLE GREAT DEPression children they are.

Now I know what you're thinking, where is the Steddie, I see no Steddie, patience patience (my wifi literally died and there is no service at my house, the universe will forever be against the steddie midnight thoughts).

So, Eddie really wants to go to a renaissance faire. It's been long enough since everyone thought he was a satanic killer, and no one really recognized him unless they were saying hi, so he invites begs Steve to go with him. But this is like as soon as he hears about it, so like a few months in advance.

"What am I supposed to wear?"

"Whatever you want. You could do like this if you wanted."

"But aren't you supposed to get into costume and stuff?"

"Yeah, I mean, if that's your thing."

"Are you saying it's not my thing?"

"You want to dress like an elf?"

"Do you want me to dress like an elf?"

"Yes." So they go to the costume store and Steve is APPALED, revolted. He feels that weird polyester crushed velvet situation and he thought he was going to be sick (i was gagging just writing about it) So he says fuck this and they go to the fabric store and he tells Eddie to pick out whatever he wants and pick whatever fabric out for him too.

Then he patterns their outfits himself (because I said so) and they are perfect, Eddie loves them, he is over the moon and under the sea and into outer space about these things. But what he loves more is being able to say "Thanks, my boyfriend made it." And of course like with so many creators, all Steve can see are the mistakes, the seam connecting the gusset to Eddie's sleeve not lining up at a perfect angle, the one loose thread he's afraid to pull on his cuff. It's a mess, but everyone else is blinded by how amazing they are. Eddie's dark brown cotton shirt, with an old braided leather belt that he definitely did not steal from Wayne, and a green cloak. And Steve's deep red linen one, using the same method of pattern, just with broader shoulders and fuller sleeves since the fabric was wider.

His blush is almost close to matching his shirt from all the compliments, and also Eddie showing him off is a very new and very different feeling than he's used to. He likes holding hands and letting Eddie pull him around to different stands and games, even if he almost tripped on his cape more than a few times. "Can we get a sword?"

"What? No, why would we need a sword?"

"I'm not saying we need it, but it could be good to have."

"Why would a sword--" Eddie pushed one into his hand and he had to admit, he liked the weight of it and he was immediately fascinated by the idea of being able to swing it around in their back yard.

"And look!" Eddie picked something up off the table next to them under the tent. "They have frogs!"

"What?"

"Like a holster. Look," Eddie put the belt around his waist then put the sword into its sheath with a suggestive raise of his eyebrow that Steve rolled his eyes at. Then he pushed him towards the long mirror hanging on one of the posts. Eddie stood behind him and spoke over his shoulder, "Can we get it?"

"As you wish."

#heeheehee #i cant help myself #steddie fluff #steddie headcanon #steddie #steddie hcs #eddie x steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #steve harrington hc #steddie fanfiction #steve x eddie #steddie prompt #i tell you #they love ren faires

[punsmaster69]

17/JAN/20XX

at the same time, we narrowed our sockets at each other.

"...."

"...."

"YOU LOOK-"

"you look-"

"......."

"......."

"i'm sayin' it to you."

"I DEFINITELY STARTED FIRST."

"nuh uh."

"DON'T START THAT."

"ok. but."

"you-"

"YOU-"

"you look tired, papyrus."

"I KNOW. SO DO YOU."

"i know."

"...."

"AND, I ASSUME YOU'RE..."

"not chilling out unless you do."

"..YEAH."

"WHAT'S YOUR REASON?"

"for being tired?"

"YEAH."

"i, uh."

"simply couldn't get to sleep. racing mind, and all that."

"you?"

he stared blankly at me - almost through me, even - before pointing exhaustedly at the puzzle cube sitting by the couch and putting his face in his hands.

"jeez. i wouldn't have gotten that for you if i knew it was gonna wreck your sleep schedule."

his response was a sigh.

then a slam of his fists on the table.

"I WON'T LET IT DEFEAT ME!!"

"you're gonna rest, and 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 you can come back to it."

"WHAT?! I CAN'T GO BACK TO SLEEP NOW!!"

"why not?"

"you're not busy, are you?"

"NO."

"then why not?"

"BECAUSE IT WILL RUIN MY SCHEDULE. IF I SLEEP NOW, I'LL PROBABLY WAKE UP AT A WEIRD TIME LATER."

"nah."

"I WILL."

"what's your plan, then?"

"I'LL JUST STAY UP UNTIL THE NEXT TIME I'M SUPPOSED TO BE IN BED."

"the whole time??"

"THAT'LL SURELY FIX IT."

"okay.....no. it-"

" 'DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT?' "

"it doesn't."

"trust me, bro. i'm basically a sleeping expert."

"it really doesn't work like that. you'll end up sleeping far too much extra-"

"MAYBE IF YOU'RE TERRIBLE AT GETTING UP AT THE RIGHT TIME."

"-or you'll wake up but still be tired."

"....."

"BUT WHAT IF IT'S DIFFERENT WHEN 𝙄-"

(imagine here the various disgruntled sounds a skeleton makes while being dragged to the couch using blue magic.)

"YOU'RE TRYING TO MAKE A LAZY SKELETON OUT OF ME!!"

"if you won't sleep, we can at least binge something. what do you wanna watch?"

"I WON'T HAVE THIS!"

"science show? nature stuff?"

"THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL NEVER SUCCUMB TO YOUR LAZY WAYS!!"

"baking series?"

"......"

"alright."

"TURN ON THE CAPTIONS."

"yup."

——

every time he closed his eyes, they'd open again shortly after with a slight jolt.

"what?"

"WHAT WHAT?"

"why do you keep doing that?"

"DOING WHAT?"

"jostling around suddenly."

"I'M NOT."

"you are."

"WHEN?"

"just now."

"NO."

"yeah."

"...."

"why?"

"........"

"EVERY TIME I CLOSE MY EYES I SEE THE COLOURFUL SIDES OF AN UNCOMPLETED PUZZLE CUBE ROTATING IN MY MIND."

"so close your eyes. go solve it."

"WHY AREN'T 𝗬𝗢𝗨 ASLEEP BY NOW?"

"because of you."

"?"

"you expect me to fall asleep when you're over here twitching back awake every two seconds?"

"YES."

"..."

"YOU'VE DEFINITELY SLEPT THROUGH WORSE."

"i've been awake through better."

"THAT DOESN'T MAKE SANS."

"MAKE 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘."

covering my sockets with his hands. the gaps between papyrus' metacarpals made this ineffective.

"STOP SMILING, GO TO SLEEP."

"you first."

"I'LL TRY, BUT YOU HAVE TO AS WELL."

"i will."

"close your eyes."

"YOU TOO."

"close 'em."

"I WILL. STOP TALKING."

"ok."

"THAT COUNTS AS TALKING."

"yeah."

"SO STOP."

"ok."

"STOP."

"ok."

"SANS."

"papyrus."

"STOP."

"ok."

"AND DON'T SAY 'OK' ANYMORE!"

"okay."

"NOT THAT, EITHER!!"

"alright."

"SHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"........."

"....."

"ok."

"SANS!!"

#undertale #journal #sans #papyrus #sans and papyrus #papyrus and sans #skelebros

[kkarmiic]

mirage anon here! naming myself how quaint today has been kinda shitty so could I get some good ol Mirage comfort after a really, really bad day? I'm talking the worst day possible-- outfit ruined, bad hair day, just EVERYTHING going wrong?? thank you if you end up doing this <33

# ‘TOMORROW - MIRAGE X GN!READER COMFORT

🫐 ‘CONTENT AND WARNINGS

\\ synopsis: everything that can go wrong, goes wrong, mirage is there to help

+* genre: fluff/comfort

‘# warnings: eye pulling, self doubt, he calls you love

// authors note: hey mirage anon! I’m sorry to hear about your shitty day, I understand how those feels, I hope this helps at least a little.

Your day had been downright awful, down to every single detail. From the moment you opened your eyes, everything was already horrific. You had seemingly slept in a weird position that night, evident by the dull ache in your shoulder and neck.

To make matters worse, you were already twenty minutes behind schedule, you had slept through your alarm. Fuck. Stomping over to your mirror, rolling your shoulder in a feeble attempt for the pain to disappear, you realized how obvious your dark circles were and how your hair stuck out in directions you didn't even know were possible.

Of course, you tried to push it aside, telling yourself it could be fixed with a little concealer and styling. That, however, did so little to help with your situation. The concealer had run out the day prior and your hair would just not lay how you wanted it.

Just your luck.

Tonight was supposed to be your date with Mirage, it was quaint, sure, he was going to make you a homecooked meal and you two were planning on watching the stars, but still, what would he think of you if he saw you like this?

It was only early days in your relationship, about a month in, and you weren't prepared for his perception of you to change, for him to see you as lazy, or a slob.

You were far too stressed out for ten in the morning, pulling your eyes down and just... Staring. Staring at yourself in the mirror, criticizing your appearance.

You know what they say, when things are at their lowest they can only go up.

Wrong. You were on a Ferris wheel, locked into your seat with no way of escaping, on a constant round of low, and high and low and high, with seemingly no end. It was exhausting, and you just wanted to get off.

So there you were, wearing your favourite outfit, hoping it would lift your spirits a little, and hopefully distract Mirage, at least a small amount. And it did, only for a mere moment though, you were halfway to Mirage's when the rain began pouring down, and this happened to be the one day where you didn't bring your umbrella, too focused on being late, and the way you looked, to even worry about checking the weather forecast.

Hands trembling as you walked, you reached for your phone in your pocket, before realising, that wasn't there either.

Panic. That was the only word to describe what you felt at that moment, pure panic. Had you dropped it somewhere? Maybe on the way to his? You were too late to turn back now, someone probably would've picked it up by now, and maybe it was already stolen. Maybe-

You left it on your bedside table, next to your umbrella.

Nonetheless, you kept walking, and you couldn't tell what was rain and what was tears after a certain point. They were so perfectly blended, heart aching as you walked.

Mirage, no, Elliot, you reminded yourself, always looked so perfect, with his neatly formed curls, and clear skin, you'd never seen him with one blemish, or eyebags like you, or with his hair askew. What would he think of you?

You had half a mind to turn back now, go home, and text him, faking that you were sick. But he'd probably turn up at your door instead, that was the kind of man he is, a gentleman.

Elliot couldn't worry about you, it wouldn't be fair to put him through that, and that's how you ended up on his doorstep, even despite all your worries. Placing three tentative knocks before it was quickly swung open, it seemed like he'd been waiting for you.

However, his smile quickly faded to a frown, of concern or disappointment, you couldn't tell.

"You're going to get s- uh- soa-" He paused, readjusting, instead of correcting his sentence, he ushered you in, he knew you knew him well enough to understand what he meant.

"Are you okay?!" He asked, shutting and locking the door behind you, hand placed gently on your bicep, feeling the soaked fabric of your shirt.

You wanted to tell him no, about how awful your day was, about how everything seemed to be going wrong, about how the whole world was against you, but you didn't. "Yeah... Just forgot my umbrella." You muttered, offering him a shrug of your shoulders, but that didn't seem to convince him, not one bit.

"How about you go upstairs? Get a hoodie and some sweats. You left some here last time. Or you could get changed into mind. I- Uhm- I don't... I don't mind." He took a shuddery breath, covering the pink tint on his cheeks.

"Anyways! I'll have a warm drink down here when you're done, okay?" He offered a soft smile towards you, already beginning to make your drink of choice.

When you returned downstairs, your drink was sat in your usual seat, the smell of food wafting from the oven making your mouth water.

"Want to talk?" He asked, cocking his head, waiting on your answer, and when you didn't respond he continued. "I can see something's buggin' ya. If you need to talk I'm always in your corner."

The compassion he was showing you was too much, he was too nice, and that was too much. You cried for the second time today, choking on your sobs as you tried to tell him about how shitty your day was, but nothing was coming out.

Mirage's eyes widened in shock, rushing round to your side before taking the seat next to you, a firm hand resting on your back, rubbing slow circles. "Take your time, love." He was ever so patient with you, you could never ask for more.

"I've just- I've just had the worst day today." You choked, covering your face with your hands. "I woke up and I obviously slept in a funny position, my whole body hurts." You began recounting your day. "I even left my fucking phone at home, like an idiot!"

There was a moment's silence before he moved his body to be facing yours, pulling your stool closer to his, and grasping your hands. "Darling. You're not an idiot. We all have bad days and that's fine. Sometimes you need a few days, to recover or... For it to just pass." He rested his forehead against yours, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.

"No matter what, I'm right by your side. Tomorrow will be better. Swear on it."

POSTED BY: APOLLO

#apex legends x gn reader #apex legends x male reader #mirage x reader #elliot witt x reader #apex legends x reader #mirage x gn reader #mirage x male reader #elliot witt x gn reader #elliott witt x male reader

[lightning-storm-studies]

No-stress Summer Learning Challenge 🌞

Where did the idea of the no-stress summer learning challenge come from 🤔?

I see do many posts about summer studying, that it makes me worried. People spend their time studying during summer holidays, already preparing for the upcoming semester/school year. It's your free time and, as someone, who already has a full-time job (and is trying to finish her thesis to get a master's degree), I can tell you, that you probably won't have that much free time in the summer once you start working. Yes, it's sad and unfair, but unfortunately, it's real 🙁. So please, take your time, use it for something else, than worrying about exams, preparing for school and getting stressed and burnt out before school even starts. Don't waste your energy sitting in front of your PC/laptop, or with a course book, learing stuff by heart, while the sun ☀️ is shining outside, children are playing and other people are going out with their friends and families. And if you already work full-time, but also are still a student, don't use whatever free time you have on summer to study even more. Unless you absolutely have to, of course (I'm in this kind of situation, I have to write my thesis during summer, because the deadline is in September), but even then, don't use all your time for schoolwork. Although I consider summer studying an unnecessary stress factor, there's a difference between studying and learning. Studying is for school, learning is for yourself 🙂. I'm not telling you to be lazy the whole summer, but to consider learning something, that doesn't include schoolwork. It may be related to what you're studying in college/at school, or it may be something totally different. It may be something about technology 🔌 (programming, robotics, electronics...), art 🎨 (drawing, painting, embroidery...), nature 🌱 (gardening, foraging, birdwatching...), music 🎶 (singing, playing an instrument, making electronic music...), foreign languages 🗺️, sports ⚽, cooking 🍲, baking 🍩, kintting 🧶, sewing 🪡... the list is endless. So, as an alternative to summer studying challenge, you can start a no-stress summer learning challenge.

The main rules 📑

The main purpose of this challenge is to find motivation to learn for yourself 😀 again, so no exams, no homework, no grades, just you and your goal .

You're free to choose what you're going to learn, based on your own passions, dreams and ambitions 😍, without worrying about other people's judgement and expectations.

It's supposed to be stress free ����, so there are no fixed schedules or deadlines. It's up to you to plan your learning and decide, how long it's going to take you.

To stay focused, please choose one topic and stick to it. It doesn't mean, you can't learn anything else. Actually you should, because staying concentrated on one thing for too long can make you burn out quickly, but have one main goal 😎.

Remember to take proper breaks 🥱. Learning all the time will only make you sterssed and tired. It's not school, so you don't need to worry about any fixed due date or preparing for a test.

Don't be too hard on yourself and remember that mistakes are a part of learning 😯, not a failure or shame.

Preparing for the challenge and completing it 📚

Think about, what do you want to learn this summer. It doesn't have to be very specific at this stage. For example, it can be something like "I want to learn about cats 🐈", or "I want to learn to draw 🖼️", or "I want to learn about tea 🫖".

When you know, what you want to learn, do your research, to be able to set a more specific goal. Read about this topic, watch some videos, maybe try to find people, who have more knowledge about it, than you, and talk to them. Let the "I want to learn about cats" become "I want to learn proper cat care 😸", the "I want to learn to draw" become "I want to learn to draw manga 🎏" or the "I want to learn about tea" become "I want to learn, how to brew various kinds of tea 🍵".

You've done the research, so now it's time to find your "why", because to stay motivated, you need to remember that you're doing it for a reason and that this knowledge is useful. The "I want to learn proper cat care" becomes "I want to learn proper cat care to make my cats healthier and happier 😻", the "I want to learn to draw manga" becomes "I want to learn to draw manga, because I'm interested in art and Japanese culture 🌸" and the "I want to learn, how to brew various kinds of tea" becomes "I want to learn, how to brew various kinds of tea, because I like tea and I want to make it even better 🍃".

Once you find your motivation, look for the learning resources 💻. It can be an online course, internet articles, scientific papers, books, YouTube videos, TikTok videos... whatever, depends on what you're going to learn. You can also contact someone, who is na expert in what you're learning, and ask them for help. While learning from blogs, videos, etc., remember to check the sources, to make sure the person, who created this content, knows what they're talking/writing about.

When you know your resources, plan the whole thing ahead 📝, considering your other summer plans (like traveling or going out with friends), to make sure, that you have enough time for learning and that the time you're going to spend working towards your goal is fairly evenly distributed to avoid stress and burnout, but remember to make your schedule flexible, so you don't have to worry about learning at a fixed time. Again, it's not school.

You've planned everything, now set reminders in your phone 📱 and/or write it down in a planner 📔 or on some post-it notes 📄... whatever works best for you to remember about your goal and the time you've decided to spend learning.

To minimize the risk od procrastination, divide the tasks into smaller tasks. You can write to-do lists ☑️ (either digital, or on paper), so you can see your progress and know exactly, what needs to be done.

To avoid getting burnt out 🤯, step away from what you're learning once in a while. Don't overwork yourself, you're not preparing for an exam.

To ensure you have enough energy ⚡, take care of your health, both physical and mental. Take breaks, sleep long enough 😴, go out with your friends, stay hydrated 💧, exercise 🏃🏻‍♀️, spend some time in nature 🌲.

Last, but not least: remember to post regular updates about your progress on your blog. It can be every day, every three days, once a week... you decide. It can include photos, but doesn't have to. Just make it regular and tag it with "no-stress summer learning challenge" or "no-sslc" 😊.

#lightningstormstudies #no-stress summer learning challenge #no-sslc #studyblr #motivation #studying #engblr #engineering student #engineering studyblr #summer learning #learning challenge #goal setting #ambitions #college student #study #student #school #academia #college #passion #hobbies #healthy studying #summer holiday #summer vacation #study advice #study tips #study techniques #university #studying challenge #studio ghibli

[teruel-a-witch]

I still can't wrap my mind around how Danny could repeatedly make the absolutely worst relationship decisions possible. Of course Steve makes shit relationship decisions, that poor man has never had a single healthy relationship of any kind his entire life! But Danny?! That man should and DOES know better and really ought to get an earful (actually multiple ears) of his own ranting!

it's true that Danny is the emotionally intelligent one of the two and should know better, but I think you are being way too harsh on him for something that's not his fault, it's the TV show writers that dictate his love life and not his supposed emotional intelligence. That said let us try to go through The Big Three one by one.

First of all, just to get it out of the way, Gaby was a perfect woman, no notes, she and Danny were just incompatible because they had NOTHING in common and let's be real Danny didn't pay attention to her because of her doctorate in history. Their relationship was perfectly nice but that's all it was, and Danny never fell in love with her. It was pretty mature of him to recognise it would not be fair of him to ask her to give up her dreams when he wouldn't do the same for her.

Second, Amberlissa, she definitely deserved better and he should have broken up with her sooner instead of stringing her along for 5 years despite knowing he will never love her.

I mostly blame the writers for that, it was convenient, they needed an alibi girlfriend for Danny and didn't want to put much thought into his storyline but that made him look kinda bad. It made sense that it had to be a younger woman he was dating because a woman his age would not have stayed with him for 5 years without him so much as saying 'i love you' to her. (I don't want to think about the implications of Melissa being a victim of abuse and not knowing she may deserve better because I'm sure the TV writers didn't actually think about those optics. They just wanted both their leads to be dating hot blondes that look good in bikinis.)

Thirdly, well, I have a sneaking suspicion that when you talk about Danny making 'the worst decisions' you mean Rachel. Mostly Rachel.

While their late s1 dalliance was ill-advised it did kind of make sense, it was actually pretty human and realistic, as I've written about it before many times, Danny still couldn't let go of the fantasy of the perfect nuclear family that he was raised to believe was his goal, plus, he never got rid of the feeling of failure after his marriage fell apart so he couldn't pass up the chance to fix that. Even tho the truth of the matter, the honest truth is that he probably never loved Rachel as much as she loved him and he actually did completely get over her while she apparently never got over him.

As for later seasons, I don't put that on Danny, I just chuck it up to the writers beating the dead horse, introducing a new character takes time and creativity and it's just so much easier to go back to an established storyline, it's just lazy writing is what it is. 'How could he even consider getting back to her after everything she did?' duh. Make him pick up the idiot ball (a subset of the idiot plot trope lol).

Bad decisions can be in character but if it feels like a character lost a few IQ points in order to achieve a plot point then it's just shitty writing. I do believe Danny eventually forgave Rachel in order to keep toxicity out of his children's life, but he would never trust her after her massive lie. Everyone knows that quote about the definition of insanity being doing the same thing and expecting different results and Danny definitely isn't insane.

The show is a workplace drama/comedy/action/procedural, the writers were never gonna put that much thought into the characters' personal lives. Definitely not as much as the fans do. For us characters come first and for them it's the plot so I personally don't put much stock in their characterization. It's up to us to fill in the gaps.

I tend to be happy with my own interpretation that both Danny and Steve hide in nowhere relationships because they are hung up on each other.

Why not remain single if you can't have what you want? Well, I personally cannot relate to that line of thinking because I'm on the aro/ace spectrum, but for many regular people the goal isn't to be in a good relationship it's just to be in some kind of relationship at all because the amatonormative society makes it the end-all be-all and there's pressure to conform.

Besides when people reach a certain age and are still single, well, people talk and we can't let people suspect our read blooded hetero macho main characters are not interested in dating women, right? So if it seems they are dating women just for the sake of dating women it's exactly what they are doing.

Anyway, I say we cut Danny some slack because you know if it was up to him (or Scott) he would be dating Steve 😜

#mcdanno #h50 meta #anon ask #katya answers #h50 #my meta #myh50 #this ramble took so long i don't know if i make sense anymore lol #danny williams #hawaii five 0 #danny's love life

[tleeaves]

Thank you @luciehercndale and also @faithfromanewperspective (I am pretty sure you also tagged me and I forgot to make my reply then) for tagging me 🥺 It means the world, honestly, since I don't update a lot nor write too many fics, yet I'm still remembered.

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

(All of the below are in The Last Hours fandom)

Wasting Beats In This Heart Of Mine 136,108 words. Work in progress. This fic is my most ambitious and it is a various x OC story (James Herondale, Cordelia Carstairs, and Matthew Fairchild). It's my own take on how multiple universes of the same characters work and what would happen if a time loop was created by trying to save someone who is meant to die. Basically, it's the fracturing of reality, the occasional dose of heavy existentialism and derealisation/depersonalisation, fixing of some canon complaints I had, but it all takes place during Chain of Iron. It's a re-write of an earlier and now deleted fanfic of mine called Chain of Lies. Oh, and there's romance. Everything kind of revolves around that, one way or another, even in some rather dangerous ways.

The Rain (It Rains Every Day) 7,912 words. Work in progress. This is a Beauty and the Beast AU but greatly inspired by the myth of Eros/Cupid and Psyche, as well as earlier versions of the Beauty and Beast story (the French version, as well as some others under different titles like East of the Sun, West of the Moon, which is basically Cupid and Psyche in a different font). It's got James Herondale x Cordelia Carstairs, Lucie Herondale x Grace Blackthorn, and Alastair Carstairs x Thomas Lightwood. The setting is 1900, Greece in an alternate universe where a whole bunch of the TLH cast immigrated to the country or live(d) in Bulgaria or Persia.

A Diamond On Your Pillow 1,978 words. Complete work. A crack-ship fic about Christopher Lightwood x Lara Croft because of a silly joke I had with @thevagabondexpress. I still maintain that it is the most genius of my works, even if I did not get around to writing out any of the backstory we talked about. Also, it's the strangest ship in the fandom corner right now and I am proud of that. The moment someone takes my title, I will be publishing a James Herondale x Alastair Carstairs fic and no one can stop me. Not even your mother. Heed my warning because after that it might be Peeta Mellark x Cordelia Carstairs AND I WILL DO IT.

Love, We Did Our Best 3,354 words. Work in progress. A Matthew Fairchild x pregnant OC fic. I came up with the idea after a weird dream I had about IVF, but anyway. It takes place in France (past) and Tortuga (current story), 1906. Matthew has been travelling the world and generally avoiding Shadowhunters until he gets to Tortuga and meets a Nephilim woman with her marks stripped in exile there. She is a widow expecting to give birth to her first child in somewhere over three months. It only has two chapters so far, but it's supposed to be a cute murder mystery (..."cute" as in there's romance, but also the murder mystery itself is not actually cute, it gets quite dark).

Pride and Prejudice 2,460 words. Work in progress. It is literally just a Thomastair Pride and Prejudice AU. It has one chapter. I intend to continue it one day, but I have to refer to the book often so it's on the backburner because I am too lazy to refer to the book to write and this AU requires it. I'll get around to it eventually. Probably.

I am tagging @griddle-cakes, @sourlemons262, @zoyalannister, and @all-this-panic-still-no-disco (mostly because I know you're also fanfic writers, 3/4 of which have written also for TLH. You absolutely don't have to do this though if you don't want to.)

#tag game #fanfic #the last hours #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #matthew fairchild #christopher lightwood #thomas lightwood #grace blackthorn #alastair carstairs

[sothischickshe]

Please tell us how you would fix the wire tap strip search scene thank you!

Thank you for asking! 🥺🥰💜

...i feel like this might get long😅

1. Make the scene make sense

I find the scene difficult to take seriously, bc I don't understand why rio thinks Beth would be wired up. He didn't turn up when they were supposed to meet, and I don't think there's any particular suggestion he told Beth he was coming round so ???

Now the idea that rio has no idea how surveillance equipment works/believes it to have been permanently soldered to Beth's skin is very funny to me thus I'm willing to accept it as a headcanon pretty easily, but an alternative interpretation which I think kinda makes sense given his love of setting up his terrible dramatic punchlines is him doing all this purely TO drop the tracker as an almost gotcha 🤷🏼‍♀️ if the latter IS what's (supposed to be) happening, I think it comes off kinda both too creepy AND not horny enough. And if that's NOT what's happening in the scene then I think it just feels like a lazy handwave as to why exactly he might think she's wearing a wire, and they couldve put a little effort into eg making it clear he forewarned her but not with adequate time for the secret service to mic her up/equipment was malfunctioning again, or he stormed round (drunk) immediately upon verifying the tracker so wasn't really thinking it through.

Particularly in a scene which is to some extent intentionally jarring (espec in how the undressing begins, but also in its mostly-silence), I don't think it's a good idea to leave your audience this confused??

2. Use an appropriate body double (in appropriately sized bra)

This just feels lazy!!! Idk if shooting restrictions couldve played a part but if you can't do those shots well it would be better not to include them!

3. Make it hornier

I can def understand why some ppl find the scene offputting, espec bc of point 1. If it doesn't make sense for him to think she's wearing a wire then him starting to undress her with no preamble is really jarring. I know some ppl think it's an intentionally sexless and/or clinical stripping, but I don't think it succeeds in being that (if indeed that is its intention), especially with the demand for her underwear to come off but not her socks 🤯

I think this scene & the weird pool table groping one are in conversation with each other, espec bc theyre each in conversation with intimate s2 brio scenes, and i don't think it's possible to not view this as somewhat intimate and charged? Both scenes felt like they were trying too hard, but i do think they were attempting to ~remind the audience of their sexual history, and hint that it would be rekindled.

I think the show should have leaned into that MORE and made it more fucked up tbh. They're messy!!! Like hi she's married he's her boss he's threatened to kill her a bunch she's tried to kill him multiple times they've betrayed each other they've protected each other lather rinse and repeat. They love being inappropriate and weird!! The first time they have sex she's on a date with her husband then he beats a car up over it; his plan to kill her turns into a weird money making date where he stares at her ass for hours; her idea of gaining back his trust is dressing up and saying I'll do anything...within reason wink wink wink.

Maybe particularly bc I think the visual of rio going to unbutton Beth's shirt out of nowhere is probably supposed to parallel Beth going for fitz's belt in the exact same room in their unsexy standoff (and thus also Beth going for rio's belt subsequently in his grandma's bedroom) I do kinda query the choice to have her be all 'what are you doing' (though it's clearly a reasonable q lol), espec bc they were recently weirdly grinding on a pool table? I think even a momentary leaning in to it would give the scene a different (less creepy) flavour? (plus I do think that could have been played for humour lol.)

Basically if it seems like a silly sexy wire stripping scene that's fine I don't mind it, & I can handwave away rio having no real reason to think Beth's wearing a wire if she's being (canon typically) horny here. Without that it does come across as having an almost predatory vibe which seems strange to me given the show was pretty thoughtful about how it portrayed both the belt-reaching-for scenes it's sandwiched btwn :/

4. Not try so hard with the parallels

I get what they were trying to do with the 209 parallels, but they threaten the sense of the scene imo.

Demanding underwear come off but not socks (???🤯) In a context which can easily come off as creepy (espec bc see point 1) doesn't work for me 🤷🏼‍♀️ easily solved I think by still having the socks shot, followed by Beth angrily throwing her socks at him lmao (then watch, then earrings...)

The sunlight is nice and all, and I'm pretty into exhibitionist Beth so w/e it can stay, but the door is im sure unlocked lol and she's right by a window so idk a bit of Beth @ least glancing to see if anyone could see in maybe would've been cool?? Plus we've got too much of a gap from the night before to this scene I think? I understand why the meet up was at night & why they wanted this scene to be a daytime one, but along with everything else that gap makes it seem MORE like a premeditated plan to be like yea well w/e I found this tracker so ha! (ofc I can explain that away if i feel like it eg someone needed to check what it was properly & that took some time, but the show certainly isn't giving me any suggestion of that.)

Maintaining silence kinda makes sense in the context but idk, I think particularly cos Beth doesn't stop talking after being shushed (good for her!), it's a lil random that she does stop saying things? I reckon there should have been some confused mouthing or whispering or the classic scribbling on a notepad (the last, with his penmanship, couldve been an avenue for comedy haha), and/or if she's stuck in a situation where he's refusing to reply I feel like she should have called him a moron a couple of times for good luck lolol

I'm all for callbacks, but not to the point of sacrificing the rest of the scene, and I think these overall weaken it. Plus parallels can work very well in terms of inversions and contrasts, not only similarities!

5. Have some greater payoff

Beth is basically like yep fine sure I'll randomly strip no further questions (just not the socks, I shan't bare my toes, some lines can't be crossed). That's actually kinda funny in the circumstance, bc who would do that other than someone who knows (why) you suspect them of wearing a wire sfggdssg so her going along with it in a situation which makes so little sense almost feels like (it could be played as) a tacit admission of guilt.

I guess a scene of rio being like wait hold on she was being uncharacteristically agreeable now I think abt it 20 mins later or w/e wouldve been too much to hope for ha but among all the things which make it pretty blatant Beth's working with the secret service (such as her announcing this to rio at one point🤯) I think we deserved him bringing some of it up in conversation later in the season yknow?? Otherwise I don't know why I'm supposed to believe rio isn't imaginary in all his scenes and/or too drunk to retain any information 🤷🏼‍♀️

6. A better closing line

After demanding someone strip full frontal (without making them show off their toes bc some things are sacred) telling that person to watch their back merely highlights you haven't bothered to check whether they've got a mic taped over their spine 🙄

#nbc good girls #tv #Thank you for asking 😘😘😘😘 #I have more thoughts but this is already so long 😅 #But basically I don't think there's just one way to solve it #But it needed to... Hang together better? #Either make it clear why he might think she's wearing a wire or embrace the fact that it wouldn't make sense she is! #It doesn't feel like a character driven scene at all #And it barely feels like a plot driven one other than kinda setting up banker Beth #It just feels like fan service and I don't feel appropriately serviced lol #Something #🧦 #👣

[mewtwoandme]

Looks like I'm able to post again! ^^ I saw in the comments of the post TC helped me with that someone had the same issue and it was fixed after a couple days, I've been trying test posts and saving them to drafts to see if they'd go through the last few days and today it just started working again so yay, though with Tumblr I'm not gonna celebrate too much cause knowing my luck something else will happen 😅

But it looks like I'm back for the time being...unfortunately I haven't really worked on anything this weekend...or have done anything remotely productive the last several days other than going to work. My motivation to draw has been dwindling as of late, mostly cause of inconveniences such as this with Tumblr being broken now and then, plus some other real life stuff I've been dealing with...just been having feelings of "what's the point" and been kinda depressed cause, at least for me, it always seems like it's one thing after another, things that prevent me from drawing or doing things I enjoy and it feels like when I do the things I enjoy, I pay for it afterwards cause something bad always happens...so yeah, I've been feeling mentally drained and down in the dumps lately. I hope that this annoying funk I'm in will be temporary, cause I really do want to get back to drawing my stuff and continuing my AU story and all that, plus working on that dub, there's a lot of things I wanna do but I can't help but feel that I'm always so...slow...in getting stuff started and/or finished. I suppose that's something else that I get depressed about too, that I'm not a fast artist and wish that I was, that way it wouldn't feel like it takes ages to post a comic...But I guess on the upside I've been trying to improve my sleep schedule, I've been taking sleep aid meds and so far it's been working, and have been taking more breaks to do other stuff, like playing video games to unwind and even do acrylic painting, it's been awhile since I got to use my paints and brushes and touch a canvas lol so it hasn't been all bad I guess...

My followers: Awww look at her, she's actually taking the time to rest and sleep and doing self care! 🥰

My brain: YOU LAZY ASS BITCH WHAT YOU DOIN'?? You have asks to answer and comics to draw, all those ideas in your head aren't gonna magically draw themselves, get moving! Sleep is for the weak!! (It literally do be like that the majority of the time tho XD)

Well anyways, I can't say when y'all should expect a comic or any art to be posted just yet, since I have none that are finished...the comic dub will probably be the first upcoming thing I'll post, so be on the lookout for it ^^ that is, if Tumblr doesn't break on me again lol

[moboxcritique]

@tv-is-daddy

A reply from this ask here

... I literally had to rewatch all of Nights At Freddy's for this reply to confirm this and... Yeah... You're right. I don't really see why Mobox would mock Kev's show for it's voice acting when... Mobox's own old show also has the same if not much worse problems with it, and Open Mind has barely even been worked on, basically nothing has been shown (And it's been like, what, 3 years?)

Actually there's several other problems with Nights At Freddy's as a whole that I have, especially with episodes 1-3, so I guess this is about time I make my Nights At Freddy's series review. This will be a long review as I'm going over each of the 4 episodes, so the full review will be under the cut:

Episode 1: Right off the bat in the first few seconds there's a problem that's consistent throughout the whole show: The voice acting is very low/the music is louder than the voices. Spring Bonnie's voice is very hard to understand but this is probably due to low mic quality. The sound effects are also louder than the voice acting (which becomes much more apparent in episode 3) as well.

This is supposed to be an episode that shows off who each of the characters are and what their personalities are like, but it doesn't really seem to show any of it. It wants you to come in and think that you already know what the characters personalities are like. This can be confusing, especially for new viewers

The nightmares show up for one scene and add nothing to the plot, this is the same with the toy animatronics and Spring Bonnie and Springtrap, only showing up for a cameo as well in the end of episode 2 and adding nothing. The nightmares want to escape the asylum, but why? What's their reasoning? You can't really call this a B plot either because they literally only show up for one scene out of the whole series and nowhere else. A nonsensical inclusion, moving on Foxy's voice acting is barely audible, this problem gets fixed in episode 2, but we'll get to that later. The lineart and coloring, especially in the section with Chica and Foxy, seem to be a bit rushed and unclean throughout the show, as shown in this example here, where a piece of the hair is missing (Foxy's hand in his hair also looks off with the lineart but that could just be me). This lineart problem is throughout all of Mob's works though:

Throughout the whole show, the lip-sync isn't that good, normally only being the same three frames with an occasional fourth (what I mean by this is that the lip-sync doesn't match with the audio and is the lip-sync is just simply a bit lazy)

The humor is also lacking, if I were a kid I'd probably find it funny but as an adult, not so much. It relies on random pauses and sound effects. (The "whispering" of Freddy is barely audible as well)

Like the nightmares, Golden Freddy only appears once in the whole show and never again. He could be a good foil to Freddy if given the potential and opportunity, constantly trying to bring him down and think unwise things, but this isn't what happens is it?

Freddy's voice acting is barely audible in the end as well, but this is a problem throughout the whole show

Episode 2: The problem with the music being too loud continues. This is where we start getting bits of "lore" at the beginning, but this lore doesn't make any sense, Oliv is the soul in Chica at this time, how could she be Chica's sister? Moving on

There's this totally unneeded closeup/gross-out scene with William Afton that lingers on for about 7 seconds and I really hate it. Speaking of William, why is his scene even here? Is it a flashback? Why is Renata helping him? Again, these two only appear once in the whole show (William in episode 4 but he doesn't have a speaking role) and nothing comes out of it, it's an unneeded inclusion

Like I said earlier, the voice acting of Foxy gets a little better due to it being more audible, but now you can only it through your left ear and you can barely understand what he's saying. This is probably due to him being too close to the microphone in recording

The humor is still lacking, again relying on sound effects and random long pauses (the bonnie "hippopotamus" joke relies on a still frame that lingers on for 6 seconds). The sound effects also continue to be much too loud

Again, the lip-sync doesn't match the audio

The whole plot with the fight Bonnie and Freddy have doesn't make any sense. Shadow Freddy is a black bear, why would Bonnie think he's the killer? Not to mention he's never even been mentioned before this point, so we don't even know what his purpose is in the show beforehand?

The rain effect was in the first episode, it's obviously raining outside in this one as well, so why isn't it there?

(Also, there's no credit for the voice actors in this episode and the credit is only shown in the third)

Episode 3: The shortest episode and yet it feels the slowest. The voices continue to be low (especially with Kenny's and Balloon Boy's) There's about 4 segments of ear rape audio back to back with each other at the very beginning (Chica screaming, a jumpscare sound effect, Shadow Freddy's segment that goes on for about 17 seconds, and the record scratch sound effect) that are very painful for the ears (The voices are low so you have to turn up your volume and then the ear rape audio happens)

Shadow Bonnie's voice acting is a bit strange, at one point she has a normal voice and the next (in her "animatronic form") her voice is deepened for some reason. Why didn't they keep the same voice for both forms like they did for Bonnie and Freddy?

Whenever the animatronics turn into their "animatronic form" they lack a lot of expression, this is especially shown in the scene where Freddy and Bonnie apologize to each other

Not everyone shown in the series is credited either? Kenny's mother as well as Kenny himself's voice actors aren't credited in the series end credits, so we don't know who voices them. Chica's mother is named Melody? We don't know because it wasn't specified who Melody was in the end credits, but it's possible?

Episode 4: This is easily the best episode out of the entire series, but this is only due to the improvement in animation and art style, such as this smear frame of Baby in the beginning. There were not many of those in episodes 1-3 and they had each lasted almost three frames:

Speaking of this smear frame, in the same scene there's this strange blinking animation with Baby. She only uses the top half of her eyelids to blink. This could be a simple animation error, but it's shown twice in the same scene:

The lineart looks the same as always, and the background music is still too loud and louder than the voices, especially during the fight scene with Baby and Ennard. This is the same with the sound effects. This problem also persists throughout the episode

Once Baby gets to Freddy's is mainly where the voice acting declines. Freddy's voice is still too low as always, and as usual the lip sync still doesn't match the audio

And that's all of the episodes of Nights At Freddy's before it got cancelled. The fact that Mobox would think this show is better than FNAFHS or even Kev's web show (EODLS) is absolutely crazy, because at least FNAFHS and EODLS have (or had in FNAFHS' case) a coherent and understandable structure of it's own lore, while NAF tries it's best to make it's own lore but fails miserably. Nothing's coherent and it ends up making no sense, things show up once but never again, etc. The only really "good" thing about it is it's art style and animation (on occasion, though it improves drastically in episode 4) and even then that's not enough to make a good series. Hopefully Open Mind will be better than this, but who knows at this point since practically nothing is being done or shown for it

I'm giving Nights At Freddy's a 2/10, closer to a 1 than a 3, thanks for reading

#mod cagney #replies #tvisdaddy #nights at freddys #text post #long text post #anonymous #archive #mobox87 #fnaf affinity au

[dream-meister-translations]

BEZER - VOICE COLLECTION

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"Canaan had the audacity to try and escape my scrutiny again. Help me find that troublemaker!"

"Whether human or black fairy, everyone is a student in my eyes."

"I see that you too are constantly surrounded by difficult students. You have my sympathies."

"I also see you as one of my students, Emma. I will interview you soon. You'd better show up."

"You are indeed a model student and your work ethic is high. Be careful not to become complacent."

"I will now begin my class."

"To show such disgraceful behavior in front of students. You are an unfit teacher."

"It is only natural for a teacher to help his students. Especially when it's a model student asking for help."

"I was in the middle of monitoring a troubled student. I suppose I have no choice, I'll leave it to you, my model student, to keep an eye on him."

"I cannot maintain my dignity as a teacher with mediocre results. I must achieve results that my students can be proud of."

"I need to work on my exploration skills. A teacher should always be better than his students."

"I hope my future students won't be as hard to handle as that man."

"One should always study diligently."

"Perhaps it is because I'm always stuck with troublemakers. But, I feel a sense of a peace when I talk to a model student like you."

"It is not desirable for a teacher to rely on his students. However, I would appreciate your continued assistance."

"Man and beast…Model student and troublemaker…Have the boundaries between the two ever been so blurred?"

"Education is all about discipline. Not coddling. That's what I always thought. Seems I still have a lot to learn."

"I do all this for the sake of my students and the bright future ahead of them."

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BEZER : You…!! Every single time I take my eyes off of you, you revert to being lazy. Show your remorse now! CANAAN : Ah, I'm being scolded again.

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BEZER : This tendency you have to indulge in worldly pleasures is bad for your health. I'll correct it in due time. GIN : I'm so sorry. I was hoping that your strict supervision would help me to become abstinent.

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MEL : How is this teaching, Bezer? You're forcing them to do something they don't wanna do. BEZER : My actions are in line with the human education system and ethics. You have no right to criticize me for it.

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BEZER : You are quite a pain in the ass. It is going to take a lot of work to get you to be self-motivated and proactive. EMPPU : I have no feelings…No wants…I don't have any of the qualities you're talking about…

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GIN : If Bezer is going to explore this neighborhood, I'll go look on the other side. BEZER : Just be sure not to get carried away by your desires again.

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MEL : You're acting like a real big shot teacher. But, the effect of your "guidance" is questionable at best. BEZER : It is outrageous for a student such as you to evaluate his teacher. I will beat you back into shape!

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BEZER : In this exploration, I'm hoping to find something that can be used as a teaching aid. Emppu, you are going to have to help us with this. EMPPU : Yes, I will help…I don't know much about educational material, but the goal of exploration remains the same.

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GIN : Ah…Alcohol…Do you have any alcohol…? To satisfy my body and my heart, please bless me with a drop of alcohol…! BEZER : Hey! Don't hang on me like that! If you don't let go this instance I'll smack you with my teaching whip!

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MEL : This exploration isn't going as planned, is it? I bet it's 'cause of your inexperienced guidance, huh~? BEZER : You sure do love to run that mouth of yours. I refuse to listen to the vulgar provocations of a cynic like you.

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BEZER : You sure are dedicated to solemnly carrying out your purpose without wasting words…As you're teacher I must give you a gold star. EMPPU : I'm just doing what I always do…I don't deserve praise…

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MEL : Welp. The exploration is over~ We probably found nothing of value, huh? BEZER : It's going to take a lot of work to fix this attitude of yours. Fortunately, we have plenty of time.

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BEZER : Despite your shortcomings, the results are good. I still think you have a lot to offer. EMPPU : I was just following orders…Not that you'll listen to me…

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#Otome #Yumekuro #Yumekuro Translations #YMKR translations #YMKR #Dream Meister Translations #Otome Translations #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy translations #Bezer

[saviorbook]

I'm doing it again! We've got @fransweek 2023, sweet gesture. I just wanted to write what I thought classic Sans would do if Frisk had a really bad day.

The spot in the bed next to me was empty when I finally woke up. I wasn’t too surprised; Frisk was typically awake before me most days. I looked at my phone to check the time; it was slightly past twelve, but I wasn’t too concerned since we hadn’t gone to sleep until close to four. I was, however, slightly concerned that Frisk had left me a voicemail.

“Hey hon, I would say this was the worst day ever, but looking back earlier in my life, I fell in a giant hole, on a cursed mountain, for a reason. Anyway, today wasn’t exactly peachy, regardless, so I’m going to complain about it.

It started off with me getting called into work because my coworkers are big babies that don’t know how to handle their own problems. I missed my morning coffee, didn’t bring a lunch with me, and I didn’t even get to say goodbye to you this morning, because we had been asleep for maybe three hours, and you’re impossible to wake up before the five hour mark. Plus, the man who called me, made the issue seem life or death. It wasn’t. I could’ve handled it with an email.

The worst part was that they didn’t allow me to come home after the problem was fixed. I know that they should’ve. I even told them, that was the only thing I was doing today. Then, curse my inability to say no, they convince me to do more work. It’s supposed to be my day off. I had plans to cuddle with you and be lazy, if only for today. But, no! I had to go into work today. I’m sorry. I’ll probably be home by six. Love you.” The voicemail ended, and I was left speechless.

This just solidified that my wife is incredible and that she needed some major TLC when she got home. Luckily, I probably had close to six hours to get everything done. All of the chores had already been done last night, so I could really only surprise her with dinner. This also gave me some time to kill, and since my wife wasn’t here to stop me from being a workaholic on my day off, the hypocrite, I looked over some court cases that were bugging me.

It had reached five o’clock when I finally started on dinner. Prep time took longer than I had anticipated, so I was a bit nervous when I finally slipped the quiche into the oven. Luckily, the oven went off as my beautiful wife pulled into the driveway.

When she entered the house, I grabbed her coat and went to hang it up.

“dinner’s on the table. i figured you might be hungry after not eating all day.” I pulled out her chair and went to sit down, myself.

“Sans, this is too sweet. You really shouldn’t have. I mean the wine, the quiche, what next? Are you going to surprise with you having done the laundry?” She giggled and rolled her eyes a little.

“joke’s on you, we did that together, last night. you’re only running on three hours of sleep though, so i’ll let it slide. i do hope that the ice cream that’s sitting in the freezer will be a nice surprise though. it’s miso ice cream.” Her eyes lit up, and she gave me a large smile.

“You’re going to give me a toothache before I get to the ice cream with how sweet you are. I really appreciate it, but enough talking, because you won’t get very much conversation out of me while I’m stuffing my face.” I rolled my own eyes and stood to pour her a glass of wine before eating with her in a comfortable silence.

When we were done eating, Frisk gave me the largest pout she could muster, in hopes that I would cave and give her the ice cream. While it was hard, I managed to prevail.

“you can have some ice cream after you’ve changed into not professional attire and while we’re sitting on the couch, bingeing adventure time.” She clapped a little, before giving me a salute.

“Yes, sir! I’ll be right back.” She practically bounced up the stairs, and I went to get the ice cream in the bowls.

She quickly came back down, and we started watching the show. We were curled up on the couch together, our bedroom comforter was sloppily wrapped around her, and only the sound of the show and clinking spoons could be heard. After the second episode, I turned the TV off. Frisk was quietly snoring, her bowl sitting limply in her hands, as if holding on for dear life so as not to fall. It was a bit awkward to maneuver myself into a position to grab it, but I managed to do it without stirring her.

I hadn’t been awake for too long, so I was feeling a bit antsy. I decided to take this opportunity to admire her. She was in sweat pants, her hair having been pulled into a messy bun, and a strap of her tank top was hanging off of her shoulder. It might not sound too impressive, but I thought that seeing her like this was everything. The bags under her eyes told me that any trouble I went through tonight, was well worth it and having to scrub the ice cream bowls tomorrow wouldn’t be too big of a deal. In my mind she will always be worth any and every gesture I make for her, be it big or small. She deserves it all, and with that last thought, my eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted off to sleep.

#fransweek #fransweek 2023 #frisk x sans #sans x frisk #frans #undertale

[theglitchywriterboi]

I like to think of my brain in two ways: The Car way [focusing & starting tasks & other stuff] & The Store way [getting stuff done in general].

The car way is like... Everyone is driving really nice cars. Like either full ass professional race cars or at least decent cars.

But mine is a pile of junk that hardly works. & when it does work, it's normally after hours of turning the key, messing w/ X, Y, Z bit of the car, etc, so by the time I get to where I need/want to be, I'm too exhausted to actually do what I want/have to do.

But sometimes, it works perfectly. Starts fast, drives well [& doesn't stop !!!] Like everyone else's cars [& hell, sometimes better than most others cars]. But I don't get to pick when/if the car actually works. It just works when it wants to work. So sometimes it works when I want to go to the arcade instead of work.

So then everyone thinks I'm a lazy asshole who doesn't care about being on-time other places but will drive fine to an arcade. When it's like no !!! I didn't decide to have my car work just then, it just did work !!

& it's like "Well if you know you need to spend X time fixing up your car then wake up earlier ??" & it's like sure, but sometimes the car needs longer than usual or I CAN'T get up earlier because I was up so late fixing my car up to get home that I barely got sleep.

& sometimes the car has periods where it works fine & I start to feel like I was crazy. Like "The cars fine, I'm just the lazy asshole I probably just was too dumb to fix it & now it's fixed somehow" so I stop stressing about getting up early, so when I got to leave one day, suddenly it's shit again ??? & now people don't believe me when it's like no it's shit it was working fine & now it's bad again.

& like my car looks - on the outside, identical to most cars. & no mechanic can fix whatever wrong w/ it & I can't get a new car. So I'm just stuck w/ this shitty car that doesn't work & everyone just thinks I'm a lazy asshole who's lying about having a shit car to get out of being held responsible.

So it's a no win situation. I wake up at an ungodly hour to make sure my cars running but then I'm too tired to do what I have to, or I get enough sleep but by the time I'm done fixing up my car to drive I'm late AND too tired from fixing the car.

That's not to MENTION how sometimes it'll just... Stop in the middle of the road. So now I'm even later, even more tired, & now more people are mad at me cause they can't go if I'm not going & I'm like "Yeah ik I'm trying to hurry like seriously I'm really trying this is just garbage" so now I try to take as many back roads & empty streets as possible cause like ya know I'm already gonna be late, but if my car breaks down at least then I'll be the only one in trouble & I won't be making anyone else late 🤷‍♂️

The store way it like, you're a cashier in an ideal world where most customers are chill & you know where most items are. Sure sometimes you may not know or the occasional asshole comes in & stresses you out [& then there's holidays that make your brain kinda all over the place, but those aren't every day][in this metaphor holidays is just days/weeks where you're kinda out of focus/stressed, not necessarily holidays - unless that's usually the time for you]

For me it's like there's no line, & everyone is yelling at me to scan their item, wheres this, where's that, does X do Y ??, etc etc. All at once & I can hardly make out one voice let alone get to everyone in a timely manner & since they're all so clustered & loud how am I supposed to decide who's first ?? They're all together !!! & if I just grab one person's item everyone starts screaming that I'm not doing their thing first. So I just stand there doing nothing because idk wtf to do ??

& like some days the store opens & its like "FORM AN ORDERLY LINE PLZZ" & sometimes that works !!! But the next day it starts clustered again. Or it starts in a line but then more people get jumbled together & they start yelling at me to talk to them first & it's like "It started so well how did it get a mess ??? I was doing my best to keep it orderly ??"

Idk if this makes sense-