I had this friend I was living with when I was getting my associates degree in my early twenties. Wait, hang on. So the first thing I need to convey about that time in my life is that I was as full of anxiety as it was possible to be.
I was working, taking classes, and living on my own for the first time. I was drowning. I was a bubbling kettle of stress and responsibilities all waiting to boil over at any moment. Bodies are fickle things. They all react to stress very differently. My body decided that the best possible way to deal with stress was to puke about it.
This was extremely unwelcome not just because throwing up is a violently uncomfortable experience but also because I struggled most of my life to maintain a healthy weight. I’d eat enormous portions but even when my food stayed down I burned through calories like a hummingbird. I tended to hover right around a hundred pounds, desperately trying to gain weight.
My friends were all aware of my struggles. They’d keep granola bars on them for when I suddenly got so hungry I was sick and made me calorie dense meals. They knew the face I made when I realized I was going to be sick and usually had water and back rubs for me afterward.
So that’s where I was. Throwing up generally at least once a week, working and school full time. I was living with three friends. Let’s call them K, D, and E. K and I had been friends since middle school and she and I shared a bedroom with our own bathroom. The boys D and E shared a room, and had the public bathroom.
The last thing you need to know is that D was a sex addict. He was always horny, masturbated several times a day, and made no secret of his proclivities. It was a running joke within the friend group. (As an aside he once had his car broken into while transporting his duffel bag of sex toys to and from a liaison, and the thief ignored everything else in the car to take the toys. It was probably over a thousand dollars of used sex toys but the thief still wanted it more than his iPod)
One night I was doing homework and dinner was sitting poorly. I hadn’t fully developed my brain yet to make a connection between my paper was stressing me out to the fact that I suddenly felt really sick. But to my dismay K was in our bathroom.
So I jumped up, frantically ill, and ran across the living room to the boys toilet to barf.
The walls were thin.
Within a few minutes D came in with a cold wash cloth. He put it on my neck and rubbed my back. He’d brought a glass of water for me, too, which was all very lovely.
When I was done we sat in the miserable aftermath of this latest episode in stomach violence. He finally broke the silence to comment, “I’ve never lost an erection as fast as I did hearing you start puking.”
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someone else might've posted this but FYI to uninstall warp you need to do slightly more than just delete the folder the launcher and patcher are in-- there's an additional folder that's likely going to be like C:\Users\[Username]\Documents\Guild Wars 2\addons and in that folder will be a folder named "warp". you can/should delete the warp folder but NOT the addons folder (and ofc if you have other addons in that folder, like blish hud, leave those alone)
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I know you struggled with puppy blues. What was that moment that made you think "This is my dog"? Or did it just happen without noticing?
When I got the job offer in Yellowknife I decided to rehome Marlo. She was getting older and slowing down, my parents had the capacity to keep her, and I didn't enjoy balancing my time between two dogs. And I left Mav with them too for a couple months to get settled.
They brought Mav back to me during an extremely lonely period in my life. I had uprooted my life yet again, and living so far north is isolating in a really weird way, and the people I knew in Yellowknife had established lives that I wasn't part of. Mav got home to me, and it was like okay. this is it. I have you and you have me.
And it still took some time, he was still distractable and I still didn't trust him and we didn't really communicate well yet, but it was a start of a commitment that was just the two of us.
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I just think that Emmet deserves to be a weird lil cryptid, honestly.
Yes, this is related to WtST.
No, it will not be another 20,000+ project, really.
Might spawn some art at some point, though
Anyway.
No content warnings. Enjoy!
Akari and Rei were the ones sent to the Heartwood – being the most adept with Pokemon, outside of Captain Zisu of the Security Corps, they were the last option for dealing with Kleavor that didn’t involve a more forceful manner of approach.
Warden Lian met them at Lord Kleavor’s arena, Goomy slinking around his feet as he set about organizing offerings on a dish, and he looked up at them in confusion.
“What do you mean, you’re here to handle Kleavor?” he said incredulously, instinctively tensing as if ready to fight. “One of you Surveyors already quelled him.”
They blinked, first at the child and then at each other.
The young Warden plucked up the dish and nodded at them to follow as he stepped around the alter and into the arena.
There, an absolutely massive Kleavor chirped at them from the branches before leaping down to land in front of the three of them.
The Kleavor – the same Noble they were sent to deal with – ground out a grumble at the twins before leaning down to nudge Lian’s hat and pluck at the offering, gargantuan axes lowered and held harmlessly to the sides.
“He’s completely calm,” Warden Lian said, gesturing at his Noble. “I don’t know why you came.”
“Because he – he was frenzied, wasn’t he?” Akari said, utterly baffled, her Cherubi squeaking merrily as it tottered around Lian’s Goomy.
“He was – but I told you, that other Surveyor quelled him.”
“Nobody from the Survey Corps has been here since last week,” Rei said.
Lian frowned at that, patting the side of Lord Kleavor’s face.
“He passed by a few days ago," the boy said. "Silver hair, silver eyes with weird gold around the pupils? I thought he was with you.”
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