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emsgwenstan · 27 days

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Holding onto our family pt.2.

{Larissa Weems x fem niece reader} pt.1 here

Thank you to you guys who recommended I do a p2 I wasn’t going to I was just gonna leave it as a one shot, sorry if this isn’t up to your expectations so in advance I’m sorry :/

Words: 4K? Idk.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing.

Note/summary: everything is strictly platonic! Just these two babies.

Still standing in the door way with shock plastered to your features, tears rolling down your face and the smallest smile tugging at the corner of your lips, Larissa grasped your shoulders and pushed you back slowly into her office closing the door behind her. You couldn’t stop staring at her and smelling her perfume, the same one she’s used since you saved up and brought a bottle when you were 10 for Mother’s Day one year.

“I know it’s a lot to take in darling… are you ok?” She asked taking your chin between her fingers making you stare into her eyes. “Yeah…” you croaked. She’s here… She’s home. “Come on beautiful, a tea should calm those nerves.” She whispered placing another kiss to your forehead and taking your hand pulling you towards her quarters. “Lissa… I’m going to need something far stronger than tea.” You said trailing behind her. “Wine or whiskey my dear?” She asked with a chuckle. “Whiskey.” You said knowingly due to the extremity of this situation. She led you to the small kitchenette and let go of your hand to open the overhead cabinet retrieving two tumblers and a crystal decanter full of high end alcohol.

She was silent while she poured the liquid into the glasses, you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind and buried your head into her shoulder. Larissa let out a small ‘oof’ at the force of your hold giggling a little spinning around in your grasp. “Oh little one, it’s alright.” She cooed softly. She was right of course it was ok, she’s here, she’s home. You tug down on her waist like a child and drag her to the floor, your knees giving way the second you bent them. Larissa followed your lead and gracefully fell down with you, wrapping her own arms around your shoulders pressing you into her chest.

“Don’t you dare leave me again.” You mumbled. Larissa sighed and stroked your hair. “My darling girl… I never really left, I’m not going anywhere.” She hummed. “What happened? Where were you? How are you here? Lissa are you…you know…you?” You asked quickly sitting up a bit to examine her with a slight glare. “Yes honey I’m me…and…before you ask, you accidentally put red socks in with your uniform and it turned your pristine white blouses pink.” You smiled widely at her words, when you left school you made sure to plan a safety question in case you ever came across another shapeshifter with bad intentions. “But what happened to you?” You asked.

Larissa slouched against the base cupboard and raised her arms to pick up the glasses resting on the counter above her head, she gave one to you and looked as though she didn’t want to talk about it, but you didn’t care, you needed answers. She put the glass to her ruby lips and threw back the alcohol in one go. “Well… I was poisoned, I’m sure you know that by now, and I died… for a few minutes anyway.” She said unfazed staring blankly behind you. “Oh my god.” You breathed taking a sip of liquor. “Mmmm.” She agreed nodding.

“How are you here?” You asked less frantically. She sighed again “When I woke, I was on the floor of the observatory alone… it took me a while to get myself out of there, my legs were numb and I could hardly move, I almost fainted a few times but I managed to make it into my office and collect a few things, I was far to weak to help the students and once I knew that everything that happened was over and they were safe, I left town for a while and laid low in Burlington.” She said pouring another whisky for herself, topping up yours while she was at it.

“You must have been fucking terrified.” You say letting the events soak in. Larissa expectedly gave you a look before you both said the word ‘language’ in unison, it brought a smile to her face at how predictable you know she is. “But…you’re right, It was fucking terrifying, now I have to explain to hundreds of people that I’m still alive and completely fit to continue as headmistress.” She muttered downing the second glass yet again. You giggled a little at her explicit response and instant visible relief when she drank. “You are fit, you’re the only person who can manage this school, I’ll do everything I can to make sure it stays that way.” You said fully serious, because you were, there is no way anyone can handle what she does, many can’t even comprehend what she does, you know that she makes difficult and somewhat uncomfortable decisions for the sake of the school’s expense and reputation, you think everyone else would be to selfish to put nevermore before themselves, besides this was out of her hands she’s the victim after all, not the instigator.

Larissa only smiled in response as well as stroking from the top of your head to the side of your cheek giving her best toothy grin, yet you still see right through her, the damage that Mari- Laurel gates caused, you see it with Enid too, her poor scars from defending Wednesday, you never bring it up because you don’t think she wants a reminder that her skin is tainted with the memories of that horrific night. Just like that tears welled in your eyes again, you try blinking them away but they continue to fall stinging from the previous path they followed. “Oh sweetheart, what’s wrong?” She asked placing her cup on the floor. “You were gone. You were taken from me. I-…you were dead and I had nothing!” you sobbed breathlessly breaking down In front of her.

Larissa’s own tears fell into her lap and the crease between her brows deepened. “I’m sorry, little one.” She whispered wholeheartedly tracing the shapes of your face gently. “I never meant to frighten you dear.” She smiled but it quickly faded when your body wreaked with more uncontrollable sobs. “You’re all I have, you are the only important person to me and you were gone, a piece of me was ripped away.” You squeak using your hands to help explain better. “I know.” She cried. “You’re not my aunt Larissa. You’re my mother….You. Are. My. Mum.” You punctuated to make sure your statement made some kind of impact.

Larissa smiled and nodded, she sniffed and wiped her eyes smudging mascara across her faint crows feet. “I never thought of you as my niece y/n, not my brother’s child, not ever a burden… you’ve always been my daughter, my special little girl.” She whispered cupping your cheeks and pressing her forehead to yours. It feels like everything is going to be ok, it feels like everything is as it was, but different in a way, it feels like everything is in its rightful place as it should be, because she’s here, she’s home.

“What happens now?” You asked. “What do you mean, honey?” She wondered. “Like, what’s the plan from here?” She looked puzzled and wasn’t sure herself. “Right now? I don’t care. All I want is to be with you my sweet, ok? That’s all that matters we can figure the rest of the mess out tomorrow.” She stated. The buzz from the alcohol started to warm up your body, absentmindedly you curl up into her lap wanting to be completely engulfed by her. “Can I sleep with you tonight?” You asked quietly, it’s been years since you did, the last time you stayed in the same bed was when you had a series of nightmares for a month when you were still a student at nevermore, the other option is to go hunt for a vacant dormitory, that would definitely raise questions though.

“You don’t even need to ask that, little one.” She whispered into your hair. You moved back and stood up slowly offering a hand to Larissa, she placed her hands in yours and rose with a few pops of her joints and groans from sitting on the floor. It’s nearing 1:00am and it’s still hard to distinguish if this is really happening or if it’s my mind deluding me from pain. “I could use a shower…” she says softly, removing a piece of hair out of your eyes that had fallen from the thrown up bun. “No you deserve a bath, let me run it for you!” You said energetically, leaving her to go to the bathroom. “Ooo wait!- lavender, rose or bergamot?… for essential oils?” You ask excitedly happy to be able to do something for her again.

“What ever you please darling.” She giggled, her brows raise and a grin finds its way to her lips, Larissa knows that if you want to do something there’s no room for argument, to the point you will have an essay in your brain of all the pros and cons to list for her. The whole time you were in the bathroom Larissa downed 3 more glasses of whiskey before placing it back on the top shelf, She walked over to her bed that’s left unmade because it’s been occupied by you and ran her hands over the luxurious silk sheets, she all but twirled around the room happy to be home, alive and with her 23 year old not so baby girl.

Happy with your job, you exited the bathroom and Larissa was no where in site. Panic set in your bones. No, she’s here. The room felt like it was expanding and you were the only person in the world, searching for her in the closet, on her balcony and possibly on the other side of the bed on the floor she wasn’t there. “Are you ok my sweet?” Her voice rang from behind you and relief spread back through your body, you turned to face her, she was closing the door to her office baring a bottle of wine. “Jesus don’t do that!” You exclaimed. “Do what?” She questioned pacing slowly towards you. “Leave… especially without telling me.” You warned giving her a playful but sincere glare.

You turned off the lights in the bathroom and lit candles around the tub, bubbles filled all around the top of the bath and it smelled heavenly, the rose scent is what you opted with. “It’s done lissa!” You called out turning off the water. Larissa made her way into the bathroom and thanked you quietly, you stepped back out into the room and walked over to the kitchenette again to pull down two wine glasses and walk back to the bathroom door and knock. “You decent enough?” You asked. “Yes darling.” She said.

You opened the door and closed it behind yourself. Larissa was sitting in the water with bubbles shielding all of her body apart from her shoulders and collar bones. “Do mind if I sit with you for a while?” You asked, placing the glasses on the tile floor, sitting down on the mat and opening the bottle. “Of course you can.” She cooed. You were both silent for a while taking turns sipping the slightly bitter velvet liquid. Larissa had her head resting on the porcelain rim and the wine glass dangling from her fingertips, she’s free from make up now and her hair is taken out spilling over the tub’s edge. “Your hair’s longer.” You said rolling the glass into your chest to lean forward and run your fingers through her platinum tresses. “So is yours dear.” She replied lulling her head to the side facing your amber licked skin from candle light.

“It’s been two years…” you remarked sadly feeling guilty for the length of time you hadn’t seen her physically. “Far too long.” She mumbled. “Well it’s not going to happen again I can assure that.” You stated sternly. “Don’t dwell on it y/n, we’re here now.” She replied. Silence fell over the two of you again and you busied yourself by fiddling your hands picking lint of Larissa’s clothes and tossing them back into the washing hamper. “Can I ask why you didn’t contact me?” You whispered looking at her waiting for an answer.

Larissa licked her lips and thought of a response. “I didn’t think you knew what happened, i didn’t believe that anyone would have known to get in contact with you, so I planned on telling you about this whole situation when I somehow found a way to reveal myself back to school society, but clearly that didn’t work. I came back tonight to see if I could get back into my office without being seen, that’s when I heard you talking with Melanie, your voice… I knew, I couldn’t run from you and leave you alone with no explanation.” You nodded along with her words and understood what she meant.

“Why did you run?” You asked. She sat up a bit, placed her glass on the floor and swallowed thickly. “I had to mourn my own “death” and take a little bit of time to rest, recover, process it, come to terms with the fact that things are going to be different. Imagine what the sheriffs going to say when I magically waltz my way back into society… I had you to protect as well. I couldn’t be reckless to get you involved in such appalling circumstances.” She said dipping her finger in water collecting bubbles and tapping the tip of your nose in a humorous, lighthearted manner. You couldn’t help the small giggle that erupted from your throat as you wiped the bubbles away feigning disgust.

You rested you head on the edge of the bath and let down your wavy blond hair finding comfort in having her so close. Larissa stroked your hair behind your ears and hummed in delight. “I remember when you loved me playing with your hair… when you were very small, I’d sit you on my lap and put in these hair ties in that had these iridescent plastic balls on them, you had a blue one and purple one, and they hardly stayed in your hair but you insisted to have them in… you had little white ringlets on either side of your head because you would throw a fit if I didn’t do it like that.” She reminisced playing with soft hair around your neck.

“I remember that, I see you still have the hair clips too, I also remember when your hair was short, reaching to you jaw and how I would mess it up all the time…but you would just shift it to look tidy again and that infuriated me.” You laughed. Larissa giggled and looked at you like you hung the stars. After a while and when the water turned lukewarm you left her alone and went and snuggled into bed. For the rest of the night you lay on her chest hearing her heart beating and listening to her soft humming. The last thing you remember before succumbing to sleep were the words I love you.

The next morning you made her breakfast in bed and started to work out a plan for ‘her return’ Larissa was a bundle of nervous energy, she stumbled over her words and spaced out a few times during the conversation but ultimately the plan was going to be set in motion. The day just consisted of the two of you lounging around her rooms and talking and talking and more talking, it’s always been like that, you can go a while without speaking and pick up like you saw each other just the day prior. Luckily nobody caught on to anything, Enid burst into her office at one point to show you her new blog post about one of the couples in nevermore. You kindly reprimanded her for not knocking but was able to usher her back out before Larissa walked out unaware of her presence.

The day has finally come for Larissa to make her entrance and the both of you felt nervous to say the least, poor thing could hardly move. “Will you let me do your make up lissa?” You asked hopefully. Larissa stared at you blankly before eventually nodding. She was still in her emerald green night slip bare of any added detail, her lashes a brilliant blond, skin pale and shoulders freckled. You envy her natural beauty, although you are both similar in appearance you can’t beat the original. You situated her on the floor near the vanity while you took the stool, her legs crossed, hands politely intertwined in her lap and posture perfectly straight, apart from her rigid shoulders.

She sat still for 45 minutes not moving a muscle, you took your time perfectly applying each layer of make up from coating every lash in a deep blue mascara, to laying on the best eyeliner you’ve ever done, to lining and painting her lips with your shade of lipstick, which is only a few shades of red darker then her own. You smiled down at your work and started the process of her hair, she turned her back towards you and lulled it to the side letting you do a large braid from her temple almost down to the nape of her neck, her side part was meticulously crafted and pulled back into a low pony tail with the braid wrapping around it, you opted for this hairstyle because you remembered seeing it in a photograph from when she was a teen, it was still beautiful and suited her very well, something different, but also full circle in a way.

Next was her outfit, that was a tough one. “Really… I can just throw something together darling.” She said in the door way of the closet. “No I’m picking.” You pouted up at her sternly. She laughed and joined you in the room, after painstakingly picking each article of clothing you chose a suit, something she doesn’t wear often if at all, something different which makes a statement, it’s a plum colour with very small, thin, green and gold stripes a vintage channel line from the 60’s. And the most important part, matching plumb coloured heels.

You left her alone to get dressed and once she stepped out your breath was stolen from you lungs at how gorgeous she looked, close to 50 years old and yet still remarkably beautiful and very glamorous, the only thing she lacked now was confidence. “You looked incredible!” You said enthusiastically. “I actually feel beautiful… it’s been a while since I’ve worn this.” She said softly. “Are you ready?” You asked hoping for a yes. “I think so my darling…” she replied. “One more thing...” you quickly walked back into her closet to pull down her box containing all of her personal trinkets and walked back out.

Larissa stood curiously watching as you flit about the room before b-lining back to her with something in your hands. You reached for her arm and put your old hair tie with those plastic beads on around her wrist then put her sleeve over the top of it and opened her blazer putting your old pink polkadot hair clip over the waist band of her trousers. “I know it’s silly… but because I’m not physically going to be there, doesn’t mean I’m not going to be with you.” You said buttoning her blazer back up and flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Larissa wrapped her arms around you and pulled you tightly into her embrace. “I love you.” She whispered. “I love you more mum.” You could hear her heart beat quicken at the word. “Now, go… call me if you need anything.” Larissa smirked as she pulled away. “Yes little boss…” she chuckled. “you’re so grown up precious girl, I can’t believe the wonderful woman you’ve grown up to be.” She pulled back and just like that she straightened her posture and a spark of confidence was alight yet again. She walked out the door and blew you a kiss leaving with an ‘I’ll be back soon’ wink.

You might be proud of her, you might love her so much, but Larissa will infinitely be more proud of you and far more envious of her little gift, her beautiful niece, her stubborn yet perfect miracle and her darling bestowed daughter. It’s going to get a whole lot better, because she’s here and she’s home.

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avocado-writing · 5 months

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hey! first off, i love your writing so much.

secondly, i’d love to see an aziraphale x reader x crowley fic where the reader has some mental health issues (specifically like anxiety and depression) and they’re going through a really rough time at the moment (maybe they’re just in a really bad headspace or their meds aren’t working so they’re struggling really bad) and they just get support and comfort from aziracrow. (i’m ngl this is kind of a self indulgent ask bc i’m personally going through some bad mental health stuff rn -100/10 i do not recommend). anyways, there’s no rush at all i’m just a sucker for hurt/comfort and fluff.

hope you have an amazing day!

notes: finally getting around to clearing out my requests, sorry this took so long - I was sort of avoiding it for a while because I wasn’t in a great space either. I hope you’re doing better x

pairing: aziraphale x reader x crowley (could be read as platonic)

cw: depression/seasonal affective disorder

rating: T

It’s difficult.

Some days it feels like the fog won’t lift. The dark months, they always get you and it’s awful - you just want to sleep for a long time and not wake up until you know it will be better. You need to get your meds adjusted, really, but the idea of going outside and dealing with people is just a little bit sickening.

You can’t. You just can’t.

The lethargy that can only be brought on with melancholia plagues your every waking moment. You know that you’d forget to take care of yourself if it wasn’t for the two of them.

God knows they’re wonderful.

Every morning you wake up to a check-in text from Crowley, gently encouraging you to shower because they’ll be over soon. You find the effort to drag yourself to the bathroom and stand under the powerful jet for long enough that you start to zone out, only leaving the enclosure of water and steam when you hear the two of them walk into your flat.

You never gave them the key. They manage to get in anyway.

They bring breakfast - well, Aziraphale brings breakfast, and he eats it with you to make sure that you eat at all. That can be something that you forget. Crowley watches you over the rim of his coffee cup until he’s certain you’ve had an adequate amount, and then a miracle takes care of the washing up.

Then they’re around you for as much or as little as you want them to be, but never more than a phone call away.

One day you find yourself crying into your fried eggs, and the two of them look aghast. In a flash they’re by your side, holding you, a hand running up and down your back in comfort.

“My dear, what’s the matter?” Aziraphale asks, and you can hear him snap his jaw shut quickly because well, the depression is the matter. It’s so ridiculous you end up laughing through your sobs.

“Sorry. Sorry, I’m being silly,” you manage, wiping your eyes on your sleeve. “I just… you’re so wonderful to me. I don’t deserve it.”

“None of that,” Crowley chastises you, gently, “‘course you ‘deserve it’.”

“It isn’t a burden to look after someone you care about, darling,” Aziraphale adds.

And you can’t bring yourself to say anything more, so you just let yourself be held very tightly.

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#aziraphale x reader x crowley #crowley x reader x aziraphale #good omens x reader #request

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hopelessdelusional · 10 months

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EDIT: i fucked up and forgot to add a pic and it won’t let me so. yeah. also i fixed the out of order mistake i’m so sorry😭

ONCE AGAIN THE OC JORDAN IS NOT MINE‼️‼️‼️ it’s the dearest @kotoprincesa !!

hey…life…am i right?

yeah hopefully you saw the post LMFAO ya boy has had a weird week

i’m sorry this is a short one but like i said shit is crazy

i rlly hope i’ll have time to write tomorrow 😭

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AND SINCE THIS IS LATE IM GONNA FINALLY TELL U HOW EVERYONE GOT THEIR NICKNAMES FROM BKG MWAHAHA YES:

Sero-tape arms/soy sauce:

1. tape arms is from when it was their freshmen year of high school, and sero once got RLLY drunk at some senior’s party….anyways he got tied up by a bunch of girls. with tape. (yes he did cry as the gang ripped off the tape) fun fact!! Jordan was actually at that party (their cousin was the hostess) and was the one who told the bakusquad abt him getting taped up!

2. soy sauce is from the very first prank Kaminari did on the channel where he gave sero a glass of soy sauce but told him it was coke (sero didn’t speak to him for three days afterwards)

Mina-pinky/raccoon eyes:

pinky is like rlly obvious she has pink hair, BUT raccoon eyes is a much more funny story! you see, just like her lover; kirishima, she too had a sort of…alt-y phase. in her case, she experimented with black clothing but more importantly, black eyeshadow. like. a LOT. kirishima thought it was the CUTEST thing ever and was low key upset when she stopped doing it💀

Kirishima-weird hair/shitty hair/spiky:

he just had a rlly bad haircut when they came back to school for their sophomore year, it was legit like how teen guys had it in the early 2000s-gelled up into spikes 🫥

Kaminari-Sparky:

he tried rewiring their broken fan in college. got electrocuted. went to the hospital. yeah.

Hitoshi-eyebags:

he may not get sleep now, but it was RLLY bad their jr year of high school dear GOD. everyone would have to FIGHT him to get him to go to sleep, even putting that powder melatonin in his drinks 😭😭 (it was actually kats’ idea :(( such a sweetie)

Shoto-IcyHot:

shoto had this…phase…half way thru sophomore year of high school where he would over work himself with sports/work that he would literally put on icyhot every. single. day. (it drove EVERYONE crazy but no one dared to say anything)

Jirou-headphones:

ALL throughout high school jirou always had her headphones in. there wasn’t one time where she wasn’t listening to music and bkg being the old man he is thought it was “incredibly rude” and “disrespectful” (karma is a bitch tho bc after this HIS nickname was old man)

Momo-ponytail:

yeah the gang wasn’t kidding when momo went thru an INTENSE ponytail phase like she would gel it and everything😭😭😭the girls would be begging for momo just to keep it down or else she’ll keep getting called jojo siwa by the freshmen

Iida-four eyes/glasses:

….uh it’s kinda obvious LMFAO

Ochako-pink cheeks:

so bkg and ochako were actually #besties after they put their differences aside (after bkg apologized to izuku) and she would ALWAYS go to him and rant abt her crush on Iida. so, as “revenge” he would call her pink cheeks whenever she was talking to Iida. HOWEVER that so backfired on him bc the nickname made iida think bkg liked ochako (he also noticed their newest infatuation w/each other) and iida one day went to bkg to tell him HE liked ochako and was like “i see that you and ochako have made a new relationship, but i just need to tell you i have feelings for ochako.” anyways. bkg was going thru new anger management stuff and he had to take VERY deep breaths in order not to lose his shit LMFAO

Izuku-Nerd:

….do i really need to say anything? 🤨🤨

hope you enjoyed that! thank you for the wait i love u guys 🫶🫶🫶

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fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- you know it’s bad when kats is up at 1AM

- ain’t i a genius for that thomas the train gossip account? huh? hm?

- Jordan keeps their man in CHECK (they love each other) and Sero is half scared, and the other half find it very sexy

- also when i wrote that part all i could think of is that one song “walk him like a dog sis” because toshi and Jordan got that covered

- do u like mina and kiri’s users😇😇 idk if i do but whatever

- that gc has…some stuff in it. mainly just all the things of bakugou’s the gang has taken, broken, or lost LMFAO

- toshi and kam are just so cute i’m throwing up sobbing rn

- kiri always scowls at “unnecessary” language but then cusses too… double standards (he has never once called out mina tho HA)

- i feel like i’ve said this before but i need to say it again; i just KNOW in my SOUL kiri uses the laughing emoji

- sero and kam are mina’s ultimate hype men

- kacchan and deku-bed friends forever!

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melrosing · 5 months

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MATE I have a feeling I am so late to this but what happened to your job!

lmao! so much! but I don’t have it anymore! ok you didn’t ask for the full story lmao but im always in the mood for venting lately so the full tale under the cut on What Happened With My Job

so without getting into detail they have been absolute asses all year!! like with each other the women in my team are like Bosom Pals but apart from a handful of pleasant people they just have no time for me lol it’s very cliquey??

anyway. we had some really difficult clients in the Spring who were ready to throw in the towel at every stage of our work process bc it was unfamiliar territory for them. I was leading the project but really struggling to meet their insane expectations like it was HUNDREDS of emails a day from like 8AM to 8PM and their ‘head of’ sometimes swearing at me on calls with a dozen other people and thinking I can work magic and get [MAJOR CELEBRITY] involved in a thing for them when objectively I can’t and just scream. anyway my directors get really uneasy because this is a big client and they don’t want them getting scared off so when the client starts reaching a crescendo of frustration they fully just scapegoat me right at the end of the campaign (at which point our results are great! lmao) and say it will be Dealt With

around the same time I start to realise that the business is failing and my ‘specialist position’ is typically the first kind to go and that COINCIDENTALLY they are on my ass day after day trying to insist im not meeting their ‘standards’ and genuinely making up the most insane reasons why not (like I know I’d be biased saying this but SERIOUSLY) so im like ohhh right. I see where this is going

THEN my dad gets goddamn incurable brain cancer and my whole life falls apart. and they suddenly have to be like ‘oh no. I am sorry this has happened. oh dear.’ I’m off two weeks having a complete mental breakdown until im kindly reminded that cough I’ve almost used up my statutory days of compassionate leave! but per company guidelines they do have to manage my workload whilst i er. struggle indefinitely w the emotional burden?? so my capacity is thus reduced and man you can tell they’re not thrilled about it

so they basically check in every Friday for a month saying ‘hope everything is ok can you take on more work yet’ CONSPICUOUSLY never asking how anything is going with dad (like when I first logged back in I had a catch up with my line manager and kind of tremulously started talking about what had happened and she literally said ‘it’s ok you don’t need to tell me the details’)

THEN I get GASTROENTERITIS 💃🏻 god knows how. but it’s a bad one and I physically can’t eat for a week man I eat like a banana a day and even that makes me sick lol. but whatever the first day I phone in and tell my director im not well. she’s like ‘WELL I ACTUALLY HAVE SO MUCH TO MANAGE RIGHT NOW SO THIS REALLY ISN’T HELPFUL LIKE I GET YOU CAN’T HELP BEING SICK BUT I REALLY NEED TO BE ABLE TO RELY ON MY TEAM TO SUPPORT COS WE HAVE A LOT COMING UP’ (I’m not even kidding)

so on the third day I log back in bc I feel like I need to just push through it but oh no im still vomiting my guts out so I message the same director ‘look I think maybe. I am still sick’ and she says NOTHING in response till I suddenly get a text from my LINE MANAGER saying ‘Hi. X says you say you still don’t feel well. We understand it’s food poisoning. That usually only lasts 24 hours’. LIKE??? apparently with all the compassionate leave I’d had to take, the sick leave was just too much for them to bear lmao so i got myself a goddamn doctor’s note and have to announce every day for the rest of that week ‘I’m still not well sorry’ (they never ever reply)

Then finally I recover and I log back in and my director doesn’t ask me how I am or anything literally just says ‘WELL let’s get straight to business’ and explains the status of everything at me for 20 mins going on about how stressful it all is.

And then an hour later I get a surprise call from my head of department telling me unforch they’re making me redundant. can’t be helped. understand this is a bad time for you personally. (said head of department has never addressed what bad thing is happening personally rn). and im in shock. till i figure that what with my dad this is probably an appalling time to make up some performance based reason to fire me so this was their only option

and then finally I see the paperwork and realise severance pay is a third of my annual salary. so i promptly get over it, log out halfway through the month whilst still being paid for my time till the end of it, and NOT ONE of those fuckers has even reached out to say goodbye in all that time but god knows I never want to hear from them again so?? fuck it! i told HR everything anyway I was like look I don’t want to take formal action but?? I think you should know.

and now im just gonna chill for Christmas w my dad and my fam and my pals and my cats and do my weird asoiaf shit on tumblr I guess lol. so there we go that’s what happened!!!!

tl;dr got made redundant lol

#ask #sorry I think this really does have to be the last time I whine about my job on my goddamn Jaime blog #I mean I don’t even have the job anymore so #but yeah. fuck corporate jobs man. I’ll probably get another one soon enough but that company I am done with forever

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fallingforel · 1 year

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arabella pt 3- Talk!

masterlist

when the debrief happens and y/n cant find alex anywhere

warnings- swearing, heartbreak, mentions of cheating, please let me know if there are anymore and I will add them to this list

“look all I’m trying to say George is that maybe we should go over some of the pacts we made and see if some of them need rediscussing or not” “Look just get some sleep matty, we all need rest, lets discuss this better when we’re actually not delusional” the bed being well inflated by now I hug George goodnight retrieving a blanket from the pile of junk on one side of the room. and getting some well-deserved rest.

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After a well deserved night of rest from last nights activities its safe to say I was still sore after all Alex and I did have a few rounds, anyway I’m letting my point digress. Right now its currently 1pm and I’ve just woken up to an empty bed, Alex nowhere to be found. The thing that woke me up? George singing a bad rendition of an elvis presley song, probably to get me up to make him and everyone juice. Thats the thing with George, the thing with all the boys really, once they get an idea in their head they literally do not let go, so it looks like im going to have to get up and go on the hunt for alex to ask if he wants a juice and a bacon sandwich because I just know that Ross will be making them, Its what we’ve always done we go on a night out, then the morning after we have bacon sandwiches and juice and debrief from the night befores previous’ antics.

So eventually managing to stand, i get up and go look for Alex not finding him on the balcony, I then admit my defeat of being unlucky trying to find the chocolate eyed boy and head into the kitchen met with surprise because George was cooking the bacon sandwiches this time. “Ahh y/n/n was wondering when you’d get up, here woke up and found this on the side” George said handing me a napkin folded over with my name on it with words scribbled in sharpie inside. “Hey! You should apologise it was your god awful rendition of elvis presley that woke me up from my beauty sleep, lord knows, thanks. You didn’t read it did you?” my words coming out to George a bit more mean than usual.

“No. I didn't, thought you wouldn't want me too. Plus it wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me would it?” laughing at his words “since when are you a gentleman George?” to that i was just met with a hum in response so I decided to open the napkin which read.

“y/n i really enjoyed last night had to run though have to record in the studio for the new album coming, think you’ll really like this one, its got a bit of everything in it, so sorry to run wouldve loved to try your juice. anyway , heres my number 07*********, call me sometime soon we can organise something im sure

Al x :)”

Smiling like a giddy school girl whos just got invited to her first date, I put it in my pocket of my hoodie, saving it for later making a mental note to call him when everyone was gone. George then spoke up from infront of me interrupting my train of thought, “So y/n what did you get up to last night? Anything interesting?” “whats that supposed to mean G?” i asked raising my eyebrows in question. “Nothing just wanted to know if anything happened with alex, he seems like a good lad and also i noticed how close you two were last night. I also may or may not have heard you two just a tad.” Burying my head in my hands out of abashment, “oh god i only thought matty had heard, dear lord. Im so sorry G.”

“Yeah well it wasnt just matty was it, it was Ross and I aswell okay it might have been a bit embarrassing but when have you not heard one of us, im very happy for you though, y/n/n, glad to see you get back on the field especially after col-” holding my finger out interrupting his sentence “dont you dare utter his name, other wise i will manifest that that bacon spits at you so much that you have burns all over your fingers that they blister and its unbearable pain for weeks”

George then and there admitted his defeat holding his hands up. “Woah a bit harsh y/n/n,” my threat was overheard and interrupted by Matty, and Ross by the looks of it, entering the room “Hey, it was completely fair, he almost brought up his name” ross replies. “Thank you, ross I knew I liked you the most out of all of our friendship” for that i was met with a chorus of “heys” even adam, and ross’ “welcome, love.” just sticking his middle finger up at george, hann and matty in response to their hurtful glares at me. “Just kidding i love you all equally, youre all my joint favourite.” i say to put their glares at rest.

“Anyway Hann when did you get here?” “about an hour ago knew we all needed to debrief from the night and when you lot had disappeared knew you would be at the closest flat from the pub, yours of course” adam explained himself. “Yours is the closest to anywhere we go on a night out bug. How is that?” “its because where i live, is club and pub central, dont forget that the uni is literally a 10 minute car ride down the road aswell. even some nights ms. lambert goes out with her old mates to the pub 5 minutes down the road mad i swear plus on nights when im not out i get to catch pub fights through my window, best place ive ever lived i swear, anyway im going off on a tangent plus it looks like the bacons almost done so, does everyone want juice?” just met with a chorus of “yeahs” i get started on making the juice for 5 of us.

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After 3 minutes everyone was sat on the sofa, and soon we were talking about how last night went for all of us. “So hann,” i started, “who was the girl you were sucking face with last night,seemed very interested in eachother. You barely spoke to us!” “ahh y/n, her names carly, very nice girl ive been on a few dates with her, its early days but i think it might be a really good relationship, last night was only meant to be us but she just happened to be there, think you’ll get along with her, shes very nice and not like em at all” “thats good for you hann, we have to get together sometime so i can meet her, you deserve happiness especially after emma cheated on you with him” i knew you could hear the disgust in my voice, that really hurt when that happened, ross was at a cafe on a date and found them together kissing in a booth he joint called adam and i and we both felt betrayed i guess it was more hurtful for adam as he didnt expect it to happen he thought they were fine, happy and in love, but i knew, i knew her, she always took my boyfriends even when she already had one, she could never let me have my moment in the sun, when she started dating Adam i had warned him but he said it was different now and that she had changed, but when ross found them together i knew he was heartbroken and through that we had grown a lot closer together. The both of us mending our hearts together.

“What about you, bug. You gonna tell hann where you disappeared off to last night when ross, G and i came back from smoking” matty said to me hann raising his eyebrows in question as if to say ooh which is what followed. I rolled my eyes playfully smiling “i kinda met someone, kinda the lead singer of arctic monkeys” i said taking another bite of my bacon sandwich. “Oh yeah do tell. What did the night lead to?” adam said jokingly wiggling his eyebrows at me. And then george piped in “lots of headboard smashing and loud noises lets just say that” i playfully smacked his chest raising my eyebrows at him. “Oh yeah? Good on you y/n/n im very proud of you, youve come along quite nicely from the heartbreak that we both experienced 6 months ago” “so have you hann, and there we were thinking that we would never experience a love life again, and here we are both with potential love interests” i state sighing in content happy with the little family i have here in the heart of the U.K.

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After a few meaningless chats about last nights happenings like what what we had to eat and best food after a night out conclusion; it's a doner kebab. And then ross stood up “right im gonna go get some clothes on, ive got a date” “whats her name this time macdonald?” I stated with an airy chuckle “gemma.” “wow. You actually know her name this time, at least you were courteous enough this time to remember” matty states which the rest of us just laughed at. “shut up the lot of you okay, at least i play the field a bit, while im still in my prime before i settle down, plus its not like you have a leg to stand on healy, how many girlfriends have you had since ‘02” matty then huffed and crossed his arms an apparent scowl on his face impeding on the smile he had on his face just a few mere moments ago. “That shut him up quick, note to self bring up the many girlfriends healy has had to quite his waffle” george said holding a hand out mimicking out writing on a piece of paper.

After ross had disappeared to get changed and come back out he appeared again “so ill see you all later we gonna head up to wilmslow together later?” “shit” i exclaimed “whats the time” “errrr just coming up to 2 why?” “shit i was meant to leave at 10 to help lucy with the wedding. fuck, why did no one wake me up, you shits, right im gonna have to quickly get changed and hop in my car, stink dont suppose you could pack my case for me?”

“Yeah course go get changed and ill do it as soon as your out of your bedroom, dont worry dont panic if need be just blame me ill gladly take a hit from bridezilla for you, bug”

“Thank you! I dont have time to get changed, ive got to go now, Youre a blooming life saver, stink, all right ross ill see you later about 9 ish lots of love all of you” i quickly run to my room grab my phone and my car keys on my nightstand and grab my bag thats chucked on the floor and run out of my house on the phone to lucy.

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“WHERE ARE YOU? YOURE MEANT TO BE HERE BY NOW! I MEAN IT Y/N I NEED AN EXPLANATION. NO THEY DONT GO THERE ON THE MAIN TABLE SMALLER CENTERPIECES ON THE ROUND TABLES, I NEED AN EXPLANATION?? IM WAITING ON ONE.”

“It was matty okay luce, he forgot to wake me up, so im gonna be just a tad 3 hours late”

“Oh good lord, okay look as long as youre here for the rehearsal dinner everything is going to be fine im sure”

“Okay good? How are things anyway? Hows henry? Luce?”

“Err alls good here. We have a slightly larger problem though. Em and him just walked in”

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#matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader #matty healy #the 1975 #Adam Hann #ross mcdonald #george daniel #alex turner x you #alex turner x reader #arctic monkeys #wedding #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #Spotify

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asterz-playz-official · 11 months

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So at the office, while he was away, Michael was basically considered to be a Threat™️ because everyone had wound up seeing or hearing about what had happened to Leitner. Elias being like “oh he just needs some time to work himself out” but in a weirdly sinister way does not help his case.

Jon eventually gets into his own bit of trouble because of the possibility that he could have been an accomplice, has to run away like he did in the original series.

Actually, Michael’s not fully considered a threat by anyone… not anyone who actually knows him, at least.

Melanie’s opinion? Yeah, he was a little weird when she gave her statement to him. Probably evil.

Tim? He’s not responding to anyone’s questions at the moment, and you can kindly fuck off. (Michael saved Sasha’s life with the worms, but he’s not gonna tell the police that he thinks Jon maybe did it instead with some weird mind controlling powers or something. They’ll think that it’s bullshit.)

Sasha’s… conflicted. He has been acting weird recently, but she’s not sure he’s actually evil, she’s actually pretty sure he’s just… stressed. People can change, though, so… she doesn’t really know what to think.

Jon’s. Um. Not there, but he’s SUPER sure the guy’s gone crazy and is killing people for sport.

Martin………………………………………………………….

“It’s… complicated? Probably.”

[CONTINUED BELOW oh you BET there’s more ehehehe]

Nikola, though… oh boy.

Two potential candidates. One of them’s rumored to not really know much of anything, and the other knows plenty. But while both have gotten strong, one of them’s going to be stronger.

Kicker’s that the potentially-stronger one probably won’t actually fit properly because he’s too tall. And he’s all twisted, so that won’t do at all.

So instead, she’s been talking to Jon about the gorilla skin, like in the original series.

Being a super creepy motherfucker and all that.

Y’know.

Anyway, Michael did not get anywhere near death, so Oliver didn’t have to go in and help out or anything, but… Elias has realized that michael keeps getting himself into situations where he nearly gets killed, and does not seem to handle them too well, so he’s experimenting and seeing if he can have Jon be a “backup archivist”, which i’m sure Nikola’s absolutely delighted by…

Still… Michael does get visited by some of the stranger’s gang eventually.

Just “checking in on our dear old archivist!”

(Michael does not feel comforted.)

(He is also not particularly thrilled.)

(Especially when she casually mentions not being able to use his skin in particular, because it “just wouldn’t fit right………….! You understand… don’t you, archivist?”)

He tries to burn her with the spiderweb lighter.

No wonder Jude Perry liked him a lot- (he’s actually now tried to set two things on fire because they were bothering him- but I haven’t posted the part where he yeets a lighter at the other thing yet lol-you’ll see)

Obviously, it’s ineffective… but it lights up her face for a moment before miraculously snapping shut upon hitting the floor.

Or… where her face should be.

Michael screams, his friend finally gets the lights working, and Nikola is gone.

…Fun!

OH HEY WAIT WHAT

OKAY SO

If Michael gets this tape! (Which he definitely would, cause he would have completely missed everything.)

Obviously with a few edits!! But!!!!!!! That shit would just.

Like a goddamn jagged-edged sword getting shoved STRAIGHT through his torso, GOD that stupid bit of commentary would hurt so BAD-

Jesus, Elias, stop trying to make your archivist feel like a disposable paper bag that somehow managed to make it out of the landfill, the hell are you doing, man????

Michael’d probably just try and mirror-jump to Jude Perry or something and be like “hey, my boss is a sick bastard and I hate him, want to help?”

Not sure if I’m /j or /srs, but Martin might be on board lol

Michael’s having more and more trouble with the whole… mirror-hallway trap thing. Although, like with canon, he probably ends up figuring out a way to drag out the whole process of victims slowly kinda going nuts so that he doesn’t actually have to kill anyone, he can just… “bother someone” in order to keep things going.

Which actually winds up working better than the “drive em mad and then whoop there they go” method.

He doesn’t like how it feels, cause it’s basically making a bunch of people go through what Ryan went through, but he tries diffusing the messing-with across more than one victim in order to make it not be as horrible for each of them.

Oh, and on top of that, he still has to get statements.

Does Jon send him the statements he gets (and his own notes on them) after he’s done with them, so that they’re both on the same page with things? (And does it work..?)

And if so, does he get to hear the “dust to dust” one, finally?

*Sound of Michael nearly popping a stress ball open with one hand*

(>:(((( Bruh Gertrude what the fuck)

AND HEARING HIS OWN VOICE ON THE TAPE…

Just rewinding and playing it over and over again. Just to hear it.

It hurts to know that his voice doesn’t quite sound the same.

He’s lost the stutter that he hated so much. He almost misses it.

Might actually mumble the words a little, in a half-hopeful attempt at getting his voice to sound like it did back then again. It works, for a moment or two, and in that little sliver of time, he feels like… himself again. Like Michael.

But he can’t hold it for long.

Still… it was there.

He was… there, somewhere. He wasn’t completely gone… so maybe there was still hope.

(HhhgfhhHhhHHHHHH I wanna hug him so badddddddddddddd aaaaaaaaaa 🫠)

Anyway, so Jon gets taken by Orsinov-

And the only reason Michael doesn’t pick up every time Elias tries to call him to tell him to get Jon is cause he’s got Elias’s number registered in his phone as “old sod” and just sits there pressing “decline” every time the phone starts ringing with that name.

It’s very fun to do.

However, eventually Martin’s the one who calls him, sounding a little bit panicked, and explains what’s going on, and Michael feels like an asshole, rushes out the door- (“hello good morning I’ve got to go get Jonathan out of situations he keeps getting in don’t kill me don’t get killed please don’t leave things on voicemail if they’re important, lesson learned, ohgosh bye-”)

So the Michael appears! No doom threat, just Michael apologizing for being “so incredibly late” and being like “oh good lord these are creepy oh sh- you’ve got a gag on- I’m very sorry-”

And he notices that Jon’s…. Looking at him, like… he wants to ask something, but doesn’t know if he should.

Michael… forces a smile, getting the feeling — based on the last tape he’d gotten from jon — that he knows what he wants to ask about. “Can we… t…t-“ oh, of course- and just at the moment he’d rather it not be an issue, here it was, again, in the way of him getting his words across. “It- I- We don’t- there isn’t much… much time to share… stories.”

“She won’t be back for-“

“I just don’t want to.”

He didn’t mean it to come out sounding so snappy, and winced a little at his own voice. “She…she’s just… a bit of a hard subject, as of right now…”

Jon looks a little bit… desperate, though, and it occurs to him that he most likely hasn’t been able to get any new statements in days.

If he were to go through the mirrors… he might not be able to keep himself together in there. Or he might get lost, or…

“Ask me.”

Jon blinks, looking a bit confused. “Didn’t you say you-“

“Yes, I know. It doesn’t feel good, but if you don’t-“ he takes a deep breath, and sighs heavily. “Please. Just… this once. And it’s all… good.”

…”What was she like?”

Oh, that question hurts.

A string of expressions pass across his face as he tries to think of the words for the things Jon wants to pull out of him. Needs him to let out.

“…different… she- she told me a lie.

I thought I knew… why she was who she was. Why I was… her… assistant.

I- but i didn’t. Really. She was cold… and… I just fell for it.

He takes another deep breath and sighs, but… no, it… isn’t done, is it.

It all spills out, like blood gushing from a deep, arterial wound.

He tries to twist it, to lessen the tearing sensation that the eye gives as it drags the information out of him, but it just… happens. The words aren’t quite his to control.

The Sannikov trip is the most painful to feel.

Once, it might have been a tale told in horror, of the near-death experience of his mentor, the old woman who fell over the side of a ship in the middle of a storm. About how he almost went insane, but that could have been a dream, and she had been saved, and then they had gone home again.

He told Jon all of this story, the statement riddled with sarcasm and frustration, and hurt.

And then he told… a different story.

The one he’d had in that vision, or dream, or nightmare- whatever it had been.

He told the eye what it already knew, and — in a way — begged it to answer him, instead. Tell him if he had just been… a pebble to be kicked into a trap so that it could be made safe to pass through.

He explained his fear that Gertrude had, in fact, killed one of her old assistants, a woman named Emma Harvey. She’d burned her alive.

And then he recounted his terror upon waking up in the office that one horrible night, when the doors had not been the right doors, and had nearly taken him and swallowed him and taken him apart.

How the fire had roared around him.

The rest of the story, Jon already knew, and so his talking should have ended there.

But he mentioned something he didn’t want to.

About how much Jon had reminded him of her, when they’d first met.

And with this revelation, the story ended.

At once, Michael slid to the floor, his whole body drained of energy, fighting to keep itself together.

It was not a moment too soon.

A door had opened behind him. A horribly familiar one, and as it loomed over Jon’s bound form and Michael’s barely stable one, a voice floated through the room, coming from the figure standing at its threshold.

“That was a very, very stupid thing to do, archivist.”

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gar-trek · 2 years

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oh noooo what abt snw is bad 😭

:smiles:

One million little things. I’ll will put them in an arbitrary numbered list for no reason.

1. Enough TOS already: we get it, tos was pretty awesome but like…. No need to beat a dead horse. Spock is the most deadest horse to ever die. The fact that there has now been THREE actors to revise the roll of Spock is a red flag. When Spock came back on TNG, in the 80s, I felt like they were jumping the shark with that. Enough Spock, let Spock rest. I don’t care about his secret siblings that’s literally dumb. He was at his ever best in tos and everything else after has been a bad interpretation only created so people can go “look it’s Spock!”. Also speaking of which

2. Spock isn’t Spock: SNW Spock serves no Spock energy anyway, so why even bring him back. Just have a different Vulcan character for the love of god…. OH WAIT you can’t because you decided to make a tos prequel and Spock was the first Vulcan in Star fleet so you literally on god cannot have another Vulcan… sucks to be you. And then…. For some unknown reason… they were like “you know what Spock needs ???? A love triangle” like dear lord in heaven the cringe factor just shot through the roof. I don’t even wanna get started about how in amok time it was very clearly implied and stated and tpring and Spock had an arranged marriage and only ever met as children. You know, the whole reason they didn’t wanna get married because there was nothing between them in the first place and being shackled to a stranger for the rest of their lives would have been awkward as hell….. instead the writers of SNW were like “what if we retconned one of the most iconic episodes of tos… and instead made it so Spock and tpring were bitter exs 😂😂😂😂” LIKE SHUT THE HELL UP! Honestly Spock not being interested in pursuing romantic/sexual relationships was very fundamental to his character. It set him apart from the others in the show and was definitely meant as a parallel to Kirk who was constantly falling in love with everyone. How many times did they have to explain the concept of love to Spock who would then be like “hmmm I don’t personally get it but you humans do seem to gain something from it.. so” AND NOW WE ARE MEANT TO BELIEVE THAT SPOCK WAS IN A COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP AND IN LOVE ???? Literally giant retcon for something so fundamental to his character.

3. They based a show off a failed pilot from the 60s: that’s kinda all I have to say about that one. It’s just kinda funny on principle and kinda gives the whole operation doomed vibes. They were like “nooooo we can make it happen this time I swear!” Yeah. No.

4. Pike is nothing: Pike is a lame captain, I’m sorry. He constantly seems like he doesn’t know what’s going on and his plastic face is stuck in a smirk as if he’s epic, and I feel like the show keeps TELLING us how epic he is and yet he has done nothing to prove that so far. Like character will walk up to him and be like “pike you are so bad ass!” But it seems like whenever anything bad happens pike looks exactly like the below picture.

Maybe he did awesome stuff in disco that I just didn’t see yet but still…. No proof of anything bad ass. I feel like he’s not even in the show that much, really.

5. I don’t like the humor: humor is personal of course so I won’t go too much into it, but they rely on a lot of quippy one liners and characters reacting to something random happening by being like “well that was random!!!” Which to me is just like the laziest form of humor. I honestly think that classic trek managed to be very very funny at times, especially tos and ds9, and they never much relied on pointing at something, turning to the audience and going “well isn’t that crazy!”

6. Weird pacing: I feel like I’m constantly being bored to tears and yet often get taken off guard by events happening. I think this is because they try and throw in as many plot twists as possible. I do not like unnecessary forced plot twists. For example at the end of episode three they were like “the transporter didn’t work….. because m’benga is keeping his daughter in there!” Like what. Literally what. No hints to that before. No nothing. Plot twists that come out of left feild with no hinting before hand are just empty. That whole episode was filled with empty plot twists. “Number one is genetically modified!” Like okay. Do you want me to feel shock at this revelation that is never brought up again and holds no relevance in the bigger picture

7: I dont like new trek aesthetic: again just a personal preference. I can barely look at the stark white shiny chrome polished plastic of it all. I hate lense flares too and it’s disappointing that the new trek aesthetic seems to be mostly established from AOS movies… like why. I will say they have built some impressive sets and don’t seem to be relying too much on CGI to get the job done, so that’s good to see and to their credit. But yeah, I think the 60s modernism of TOS was very timelessly beautiful. I understand it was very of the era and won’t hold up the same, but I wish they would have incorporated more aspects of modernest design when creating the aesthetic for new trek. Like that wouod have cool. Oh and also most the uniforms are so 🤢🤢🤢

8. there is only 10 episodes per season: that is like, not enough time to get into a show in my opinion. No time to get to know any character or nothing. Oh and speaking of that

9. Why is there so many damn characters. I can’t even tell who’s supposed to be a major character and just kinda a background character. It leaves no time to explore their personalities since we have only got to know them for 10 episodes. I guess maybe since half of them have been mentioned before we are supposed to know them already? Like Spock? But for a character we know the most about, we sure do spend a lot of time on Spock.

I don’t know, I could probably keep going. Like I said a lot of this is just personal opinion and it’s not an awful show. It’s just I care so much about the franchise it would be hard for any show to meet my expectations. I did go into it kinda exciting but pretty neutral and wanted to watch as much as possible before I formed an opinion. I’ve seen up to episode 9 now and am definitely gonna finish it off, just for completions sake. Overall it just feels pretty stale to me, like they aren’t trying to do anything new and are just relying on recognizable stuff from the franchise to get them through. I’d really like to see them make a show that continues the journey (you know… maybe We can meet the…. Next generation… of people in starfleet?) instead of shows that keep going back or are based around well known character.

I think they are really scared to make a series that doesn’t heavily lean on TOS or TNG because those are their two most recognizable shows. However, if they made a show that took place where canon left off (after ds9) then they would have to bank on the fact that everyone watched a much less popular series. I feel like they don’t even want to touch the dominion war because they are afraid no one will know what that is, but in order to make a truly new series they do kinda have to talk about it, don’t they? So like, instead of dealing with that whole mess let’s just keep making prequels because everyone knows who Spock is. So yeah those are most my thoughts on SNW (I could keep going) if anyone reads this whole thing feel free to send angry messages and pick apart the probably countless misspellings I made here cuz I am not going back to edit all this. Bye

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I don't know who decided to put Ray under Isabella's care but the culprit is the biggest ever. giving her her own child to raise to death? Of course she didn't know and would have never knew if Ray didn't remember but still. Do it means that the other mamas in the other farms had to raise their child too? I love that thank to Isabella who has listed all the mamas and their alive children (when she was grandma) because now they can be reunited in the human world. It will be nice for the youngest

You know what.. for the longest time my most hated TPN character was that demon bastard who ends the life of my favorite villain ever.. BUT NOW? I think it might have a new contender hahahaa. Ahh, yeah, that’s really such a cruel move to pull off. I wanna doubt they had any idea on which babies go to which mother, but I sorta can't. It seems the Grandma distributes the babies to the individual plants and we know from Isabella’s side-chapter that Grandma’s have access to all sorts of information. So if Sarah (if it is her here) actually knew that she was handing Isabella her own son, then DAMN. Yet another reason for me to hate her!

It’s not a totally bad thing though? If Ray was sent to a different plant, he would’ve still used his infantile amnesia to learn the secret of the house, but then I dunno how well his plan to survive would go if he had to make a deal with another mom. I hardly believe any other mom would even tolerate the idea one bit like Isabella did. Take Krone for example. Once she learned from Isabella that some kids knew the house’s secret, she was so quick to decide that those kids needed to be shipped off. I’m sure a handful of sisters/moms would’ve handled the situation the same way, so Ray might not have lived very long at another house. That is, if he even attempted to make a deal at all.

So I guess we have to be thankful he did end up under Isabella’s care instead? Partly because she low-key says “to hell with the house’s rules” and cares more about producing high quality merchandise, but also because she was dealing with her true son. It’s a rare moment when her “Iron Lady” facade cracks so the revelation certainly effected her greatly, so as much as she tries to hide it, she does indeed care for him.

As for other sisters/mothers raising their own kids or not, I'm sure it had to have happened occasionally, (Sarah certainly seems like that bitch to pull it off more than once too) but I don’t believe any of them knew like Isabella did. The four sisters in ch181.7 seem pretty surprised learning that their children are even still alive to begin with.

I wanna say it’s rare the ladies wouldn’t know anything, but then again how did Krone manage to confirm Ray was Isabella's son from the note he left? We don't know what was fully written in the note aside from “Dear mother..” so while that alone could be valid enough proof, I still don’t understand how Krone managed to confirm this information as true instead of be skeptical about it or think it was just a trap.

What book of secrets did you manage to get your hands on girl? I don't wanna put belief into something so random because there's really no better look at the book Krone uses, but they resemble each other very faintly..

Anyways.. yeah, thanks to Isabella for raising the children so well that they were able to survive and possibly spend time with their potential mothers, if they ever choose to that is. I also find it real sweet that they're all so happy and relieved to be free. They truly deserve a life of happiness for all they've been through.

I'm still unbelievably salty that ch177 ended the way it did (thank god that was the one positive change to come out of season two) because damn it, you can't give all these women and children freedom and a bright future and not include the best mom ever aka Isabella aka love of my life not ever having the chance to experience her happy ending with her own precious kids! Ahh I'm gonna stop here before I get emotional. Thank you again for the question anon!

#a wild ask appeared #the promised neverland #tpn manga #chidoroki used chatter

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some-little-infamy · 2 years

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Dear Reader

(Flufftober Day 30 - Dear Diary) (Read on AO3)

When Steve pulls Eddie around the side of the building, pressing him up against the side of it for a kiss before pulling away with a smile, he’s positive that no one else sees them.

He couldn’t be more wrong.

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Will doesn't even wait until he's home to pull his bike off to the side of the road, sitting on a bench and digging out a well-worn notebook.

Dear Diary,

THEY'RE GAY. STEVE AND EDDIE ARE GAY. I thought I was the only one. I thought… God, this changes everything. I could tell them and they wouldn't judge me. I wouldn't have to feel so alone all the time.

I don't know if I should say that I saw them… they obviously don't want anyone to know or they wouldn't be hiding, I get that. But I do know, so… I don't know.

I'm going to not do anything until I have a better idea. It's fine. It's more than fine, actually.

I'm. Not. Alone.

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Max rolls her eyes at the sight of Steve and Eddie, and if they didn't all need a little bit of joy right now she might have yelled out something inappropriate to embarrass them.

Instead, she keeps her thoughts to herself until she's home.

Dear Billy,

I don't know why they won't just tell us. They aren't being subtle about it - I saw Steve leaving Eddie's trailer after midnight at least 3 times in the past week.

They're idiots, but I guess I'll let them wait and tell us when they're ready to.

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Lucas nearly forgets what he saw until he was nearly ready for bed and about to start his nightly journaling.

Dear journal,

I hope those two aren't this obvious around school. If the guys on the basketball team - or any popular kids, really - find out about Eddie they'll make his life a living hell. It might help a little that it's Steve, but Steve was cool before. He doesn't really have any sway now that he graduated.

Anyway, D&D was terrible and I rolled like crap all night. I may need to get new dice, I think mine are bad luck.

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Mike sees them first and practically has to drag Dustin away before he can make a whole scene about it.

He isn't sure how to feel about it. Dustin is excited enough, but it never really crossed his mind that anyone he knows might be gay. Not even Eddie. Eddie is just weird. He never read anything more into it.

It definitely makes him think, though that's as far as it goes since he's never had any desire to journal in his entire life. He knows the others do sometimes but he simply can’t be bothered.

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Dustin nearly screams out loud with joy when he accidentally sees Steve and Eddie kiss. If it wasn't for Mike pulling him away with a hand over his mouth, he probably would've.

He manages to contain his excitement as he rides away, but the second he's alone in his room Dustin punches the air and shouts "Yes! I knew it!" before immediately reaching for the notebook under his pillow.

Dear Diary,

NO TIME FOR GREETINGS. STEVE AND EDDIE KISSED. THEY KISSED. ON THE LIPS. THEY'RE A COUPLE. THIS IS THE BEST. NEWS. EVER.

MY DADS ARE DATING.

Well… Okay. I don't know if they're dating but they kissed and I definitely thought they were flirting lately so if they aren't already dating they definitely will soon.

This is the best day ever. I can't wait to tell Suzie!

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The next day Steve and Eddie are already at Steve’s house when the kids show up. Each of them just stare, smiling and sharing secret giggles, looking between the two of them expectantly.

Eleven doesn’t have a diary, but she also doesn’t have a filter.

“We all saw you kissing,” she says simply.

“I told you they all saw,” Eddie mutters under his breath.

Steve can’t find it in himself to care and turns to kiss Eddie to a chorus of cheers, hoots, and clapping from the others.

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eleven #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #will byers #mike wheeler #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #flufftober 2022

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The New Singer-Chapter 9 (Dilf! Damon Albarn X Reader)

Pairing: Dilf! Damon Albarn X Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Maybe a few spelling mistakes.

Words: 1624

Summary: Takes place between 2020 and 2021, You're with Damon and his friends and Co-workers in Iceland to rehearse for Gorillaz's and Damon's new solo album. But something happens to you meaning it's maybe the end of the two of you...

A/N: Hello y'all ! Here is chapter 9. It's kinda emotional so if some of you like me are sensitive, prepare your tissues ! There are two chapters left my friends and it will be the end of the Dilf Damon fanfic ! But don't worry, the oneshots won't stop ! My requests are still opened for you guys ! By the way I saw that two lovely anons asked me oneshots, they will be coming soon, I'll start working on them <3

Enjoy this chapter !

2020-2021 or the two worst fucking years:

Everything started fine, until shit happened. You know what I’m talking about, but its name won’t be told, not even once, because this shit had been a detail in everything I’ve been living with Damon at this time.

Let’s just say it delayed a few things. I decided not to talk about it because everyone has its opinion on the topic, and none are the same.

Anyway.

Damon had been through a lot. He started working on Gorillaz’s new album but also on his own solo album. He often needed to be alone, and I had the feeling he was moving away from me, little by little, and it felt like losing him.

But it wasn’t the worst.

We were in Iceland with Damon’s friends and co-workers when I started to feel sick.

I didn’t know why at the beginning, but then, it became clear.

I went to a pharmacy, bought like 6 tests.

When they were all composing, I locked myself in the bathroom. I took all the tests in a row and the result wasn’t a surprise to me. They were all positive. I started crying. Our precious honeymoon was over. We were over. I wasn’t going to die, but he wouldn’t want me anymore. Oh, you think I got it? No, you’re mistaken. I had a bun in the oven.

My career was also probably over.

I had to get sure. So I called my dear best friend and manager Tom.

Hey Y/N, how are you doing?

Tom, huh… When do you know your career is over?

What the… Y/N, have you been drinking?

No Tom, that’s a serious question.

Well don’t say bullshit like that. Your career is far from being over and that’s even the opposite.

Promise?

Y/N, tell me what’s going on.

I’m pregnant.

Congratulations! Oh my god, I’m going to be an uncle! Tom said, happy

You will help me with everything, huh?

But… What about Damon?

I haven’t told him yet, and I’m sure he doesn’t want this child. He’s with me but so far away at the same time… It’s like he doesn’t love me anymore.

I think you’re wrong. He has been through a lot during these two years Y/N. He has lost one of his closest friends. I’m sure this good news will make him happy.

Maybe I should just leave him and never tell him.

Listen, I may be your best friend and manager, but if you do that, I’ll tell him.

Well thank you a lot for supporting me you twat.

Y/N, I really love you, but he has always been good, loyal and loving, he deserves to know the truth. And your career won’t be over because you’re having a baby. Please, tell him.

Okay… I’m going to try.

Don’t try. Do it.

At night, when the moment to go to sleep came, I felt I wouldn’t close an eye if I didn’t tell Damon.

I really thought it would be over. He was almost 53, he already had a daughter… He wouldn’t want to have this child.

Once more, I started crying. Moreover, I was cold.

Damon felt me shiver and glued his body against mine, throwing his arm around me. That’s when he also felt me sobbing.

Darling? why are you crying? He asked

I’m not, why would I? I lied

You’re a bad liar. I can feel you sob, and your voice is broken.

He turned the lights on, sitting on the bed and he could see my red face and eyes.

Damon, please… not now.

Yes now. I won’t leave you crying like that. Tell me.

I…I think we should break up.

What? But why? Why do you want to leave me? He said, shocked

I don’t know, it’s like… I feel you don’t love me anymore. You’re like far away from me…

I’m so sorry you feel like this, but I still love you. God Y/N, I would give my life for you. If you asked me the moon, I would bring it to you on a beautiful platter.

Damon, there’s something else.

Well tell me my love, please tell me everything, this is what I ask for.

The words didn’t want to get out of my mouth. Damon looked at me longingly and suddenly did it for me.

Wait, in fact don’t. I think I might know. I’ve… I’ve found pregnancy tests in the bin. They were all positive. Were they yours sweetheart?

His voice sounded worried, but in the meantime, his look seemed full of hope.

Words still didn’t want to leave my mouth, so I simply nodded.

Is that the real reason why you want to leave me? This baby… he… or she… isn’t mine? He said, tears invading his eyes

What? No! What are you imagining Damon? The baby is yours! I almost shouted

The why do you want to break up with me?

His voice was breaking, as well as my heart.

Because… well you’re about to turn 53… You already have a daughter… Who tells me you want to have another child you didn’t plan to have?

And here we were, both crying on this bed, speaking about our future, or our baby’s future.

Y/N, I love you, and sometimes, things aren’t planned. Yes, that’s true, I’m going to be 53, I didn’t plan to have another child. But it doesn’t mean I don’t want to have this baby.

Does it mean you… you want us to have this baby?

Yes Y/N. And you make me the happiest man on earth. God Y/N, you’re going to be such a good mom. He said, taking my in his arms and holding me tight

Okay, I had been wrong. This man… he was everything I could hope for, and I loved him with my whole being.

And you’re already such a good father to Missy, I can see it when you’re with her.

I’ll be the same with our baby, I promise.

You don’t need to promise. Because I know.

I kissed him. It was slow at first, but I decided to deepen it. My pregnancy hormones were apparently already speaking, and my libido was exploding. Our tongues met and melted together. This was necessary.

I laid Damon on the bed, overing him.

We kept kissing until…

Y/N, I want you so bad.

Me too.

He sat with me and took my tee off, as I did the same for him. Soon came the rest of our pjs. We both needed this release.

He let me be on top.

I aligned his tip with my entrance.

I sank down on him, causing us to moan in Unison.

Come on my love, please, ride me.

Once I got used to his size, I started bouncing up and down on him. Damon sat down again, holding himself with a hand on a bed, and the other wrapping around me. We couldn’t stop kissing. It was like we would die if we stopped.

We both thought it would be over so fast, this was our union.

In fact, we loved each other too much. We were bonded. I still don’t know if there’s a forever, but I live to think there’s one.

My walls started convulsing around him quickly, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.

Damon felt it and took control without leaving my insides.

I was now the one laid on the bed, with him on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his pelvis

God I love you. I love you so much. He said panting

I love you so… Damon…

His member started hitting my G-spot, causing my back to arch on the bed and to make me moan loudly.

His thrusts were becoming sloppier, indicating he was close from his own orgasm.

He looked at me deep in the eye, as if he was asking for permission. I nodded.

I felt his thumb gently coming to rub my clit.

My eyes shut themselves in the process, almost screaming. Damon silenced me a bit with the help of his hand. He didn’t want the others to hear me.

These moans are mine and only mine. You… are mine. He whimpered

I felt the knot in my stomach release and the heat invade my whole body. My legs started shaking and my insides couldn’t stop clenching around Damon’s shaft.

Oh god… I said

Fuck Y/N… I’m cumming! He warned

I felt him twitch inside me a few times before painting my walls with his hot release, grunting.

He collapsed on me, our sweaty bodies gluing to each other.

He softened and finally collapsed next to me, gluing his body to mine, and laying his hand on my little belly which didn’t grow yet.

Please… Never do that again. Never leave me. I love you way too much for that.

I promise. I’m so sorry Damon.

It’s okay. You just scared me. I thought my heart was going to stop for a moment. I can’t imagine my life without you. And now I can’t imagine my life without this little being inside your belly. You don’t know what it did to me when I saw these tests in the bin.

Did It scare you?

No love. Secretly I hoped it was you being pregnant. Deep down I felt it was you. And I can’t wait to raise this baby with you.

#damon albarn oneshot #damon albarn #damon albarn smut #damon albarn x reader #damon albarn fanfic #gorillaz #britpop #blur band #dilfdamon #dilf damon albarn

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thessalian · 1 year

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Thess vs Lack of Update

I am ... very tired. I could do things, but honestly, I don’t want to. I have no spoons. I need spoons for tomorrow.

And Sunday.

And oh dear gods Monday because Monday I am going to have to GO THE FUCK OFF on some people.

So, continuing the saga of getting my work-from-home bullshit sorted out. This morning, I checked my work email before the long commute, just in case there was anything else IT guy’s boss wanted me to do. (He didn’t get anything done yesterday because a server in the other building horfed or something.) There was an IT-related email. It was not from IT guy’s boss. It did not even end up copied into IT guy’s boss. It was, however, from IT guy. And while it was addressed to me, it was attached to a whole bunch of email correspondence that I had not been a part of. Which I guess is fair, honestly, because I didn’t include IT guy into the stuff I sent to IT guy’s boss where we actually made some semblance of headway into the actual problem. IT guy’s email included zero apology for vanishing without warning at a time when he had committed to calling me to sort out some stuff. It consisted of one sentence: “Can we schedule that call for tomorrow?”

Keep in mind, this was sent yesterday, about 40 minutes after I leave the office. Because apparently three separate emails outlining the fact that I leave at 4pm have not got through his thick skull yet.

Anyway, the forwarded email correspondence was actually a lot more interesting. It was my Head Honcho emailing IT’s Head Honcho going, effectively, “You people have been jerking my staff around for months! This is a health and safety issue! Sort it out!”, and then IT’s Head Honcho saying, “Okay, I don’t have any of the details on this but IT guy has some EXPLAINING to do”. So it’s probably no surprise that I sensed a certain amount of desperation in IT guy’s one sentence.

I emailed him - and everyone else in the correspondence chain, and added IT guy’s boss for good measure - before I even left the house. Explained, again, what my hours are. Explained that this is not something a call can sort out because it’s an issue with the transcription software install, but that IT guy's boss had been immensely helpful and that IT guy should liaise with him for further details. Basically business-speak for “I went over your head, you ass; fuck off”.

Of course, now I feel bad about that on the grounds that once I got home today, I kind of expected something to have been done? But as far as I can tell? Nothing. Transcription software still doesn’t work. I’m going to have to drop an email on Monday morning - and probably a text to IT guy’s boss as well - going, “Look, I literally cannot get to the office on Tuesday. This needs sorting out now. Or at least some kind of update”. The email’s a necessity because Scruffman’s in the email list and he needs to be aware of what’s happening on Tuesday. Either I’m working from home or I’m not working, because I can about manage a train strike and I can ... almost, kinda, sorta, maybe manage a Tube strike (though honestly, given last one I tried to get through, maybe no), but a bus strike? At least that bus company? Nope nope nope. So Scruffman has a choice - he can shake IT until they do the fix, and I can work from home ... or I can stay at home and play video games. I know other IT shit is going on, like, all the time, and people get busy. But IT guy’s boss knows what the problem is and knows what the fix is; either he hasn’t done it, or he has and it didn’t work. Either way, an update would be really nice.

I’m really glad I treated myself to some gummy sweets on the way home today. I mean, I kind of am. Just ... don’t get me started on the autumn budget statement in this country. Basically we’re all pretty well fucked. But I’ll talk about the budget later, when I have more spoons. Right now, it will be painkillers and video games.

#Thess has a day job

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03.08.24

dear diary:

today was another successful day for me. i woke up, got ready, and worked another eight hour shift. i’m so blessed to have woken up and to have done my regular everyday things.

today it was warm outside. there were breezes of course, but overall a warm day with a warm tint to what my eyes let me see. the birds were loud this morning & golden hour was beautiful.

i did have some moments that i wished would have passed by quickly, but eventually the time passed. on monday, (03.11.24) i will email NSU about what happens next. i’m 110% sure that everything has happened according to plan. by April, my dad will be back at 100% disability rating and i will be able to return to school with a better financial situation and with more discipline.

in school, i will study psychology & pick up a minor degree. i will find something i’m passionate and in love with, and become the best student ever. i will be more involved on campus, helping the networking process go smoothly.

anyway, there’s more but i do not wish to share with my digital diary…

i’m on season five now of brooklyn 99. i love watching these sitcoms. i hope the next one i watch can live up to the nine-nine.

i miss my friends, the genuine ones. i feel like there are some people i just don’t connect with anymore but the love is still there but the distance is intentional. i wish them nothing but the best, as always & forever. but i feel like it’s time for me to really lock in with the people who i know will stay.

i hope to see heidi soon in california. i want to spend a day with her and just catch up about everything. i hope to visit her before the year ends.

blessings are entering my life endlessly. i found the perfect job and they want me. i hit all of my fitness goals and i never feel like i had a bad workout. i know how to manage my money properly. i never overspend on anything i do not need. my room and car are cleaned and will remain clean. i am NOT slacking at work. things are getting better for me each second. shoutout to God, the universe, and myself for helping me achieve it all.

as always, i’m sending my love and strength to my parents, siblings, and people close to me. i hope that even within my absence they still feel and see me. i hope that they think of me whenever i’m not there.

anyway. the world is mine. anything i imagine is real. the 3D conforms to my subconscious. everything is always going the way i plan it. my life is a movie and i write the script.

thank you God, the universe, and me.

🧿🪬🧿🪬🧿🪬🧿🪬🧿🪬🧿🪬🧿🪬🧿🪬

#diary entry

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maguro13-2 · 11 months

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Miku.EXE : The Resurrection Pt.4.5

Sonic : Ok, I’m need to get into contact with Tails. Maybe we need some help from someone.

*SA1 SFX : Dash Panel*

Sonic : Hmm…He should be here. Where could everybody be here right now? Eggman is definitely doing something once he created this "Sage" person.

(BEEPING)

Sonic : Hm? A call from Tails? Maybe that will help.

Tails (Via Communicaror) : Sonic. Can you hear me?

Sonic : Hey, Tails. What's up?

Tails : Thank goodness! You're alright.

Sonic : Any luck of this mysterious "Miku.EXE" girl?

Tails : Well apparently, there might be some minor circumstances of these strange occurrence happening over here. We should go talk to Balan and Nights to figure out this Miku.EXE scheme. I'm gonna ask the Chaotix to gather the information from Sonic.EXE's database and find out who this Miku.EXE person was.

Sonic : Sounds great to me, Tails. Let Knuckles and me do the investigation first, we'll definitely get to the bottom of this.

Tails : Good! Loud and clear!

Knuckles : So, you think that Sonic.EXE exists again? Wait, you already said that EXE has been living in the shadows for a long time! We're not Mystery-solving teenagers that are really liking to solving cases of a crime or a murder. I felt sorry for Miku being framed for the murder of that Omelette girl. Guess Eggman has been in loneliness for years since he never met his cousin Maria, who was killed by the humans due to the betrayal of Gerald. The Robotnik family have never been this messed up like that for 50 years after Gerald's contact with Black Doom.

Sonic : Constantly, I see your point. I wonder how Miku is doing...

(later cuts to Miku at her cell)

[PigeonBlood OST - Night Moorning]

Miku : I have no idea how things went wrong for me? How did that I not notice everything that I was going to prove my innocence. I felt so stupid! Why did I do something bad when I'm innocent?! How can things get any worse?

[TV BUZZING]

Miku : Hmm?

[TV BUZZING]

Miku : Oh no! What's happening right now!?

[TV BUZZING]

"I FOUND YOU."

Miku : (looks to the right and sees Sonic.EXE is sitting next to her, she screams in horror) Oh God! A-Ah! A G-G-G-G-Ghost!

Sonic.EXE : "A Ghost"? No, I am God! I have been waiting for you, dear daughter.

Miku : "Dear Daughter"? Hey, wait just a minute, I am a virtual singer and you got the wrong Girl! Probably you really made a mistake here, Mister.

Sonic.EXE : You the same look, the same face, the same eyes you have as me. Well, you are correct and is not even my daughter, but even a look-alike with the same identity.

Miku : W-Why? What are you here for anyway? That imposter has framed me for a crime that I didn't commit! What's the deal with this "father-daughter" relationship? In fact, that I was created by the humans with their "own" personal data! Probably I just happened to be getting on the wrong foot here.

Sonic.EXE : My daughter has been in the cyberspace for many microcycles since Eggman is creating an AI construct to make his very "own" daughter. The security program were destroyed by "Her". Or maybe that the data of her is still out there. The security program in my creator's data was destroyed after my daughter has almost wiped out the cyberspace's other security programs before I locked her away in Eggman's Computer.

Miku : How on earth did you manage to imprison your "daughter" after she went beserk and nearly went into the "User's" world, the real world where we live at?

Sonic.EXE : Easy for you to ask, I used extracted data on all four terminals to imprison my "Creation" at the doctor's computer data, the cyberspace in his computer is called Mad Matrix, it is a place where all terminals in the computer that are connected to the via network system.

Miku : Wow, you used to have a loving daughter of your own, but then she went berserk and tried to get into the real world. But thanks to you, you managed to stop her by imprisoning "her" with the use of Dr.Eggman's data and extracted with all four terminals. But after the Black Arms were wiped out, Mad Matrix was sealed off and was completely off limits. But I didn't think that Sega would be pulling out Cyberspace themed levels, just to make me a geek.

Sonic.EXE : Yes. Unfortunately, my "daughter on the other hand was in there and is completely imprisoned. However, someone came and hacked into Eggman's computer by extracting the data and four terminals that have begun to link. Therefore! The seal for my imprisoned "Daughter" was broken and she escaped into the real world.

Miku : That's an oddly an occasion of that situation, but how do we stop her and get "her" back to you? She's two powerful...Unless, we can find a better way to get her back to you and find this person responsible for freeing her.

Sonic.EXE : You got yourself a deal, but anything happens to "her" or lay a finger on my daughter, [In a demonic voice] I will hack them off limb from limb, kill them with my bloody wrath! And ending their life by consuming their souls!

Miku : [in shocked] ...Wow! That's just really creeping me out!

[In normal voice] ...(clears throat) So, bring my daughter back immediately. Before the world is doomed by her.

Miku : Okay. I will.

[TV BUZZING]

Miku : Hey! He run off! Guess he was on a regroup with his brethren. [Thinking] Now then...If only there was a way to bring his daughter back. Hmmm...

*DING!*

[Planet Pieces - Takahito Eguchi]

Miku : That's sounds like a deal! Now I needed something to get my attention! Policewoman from the You're Under Arrest series! Get me out of here! Because I got a "faker" to catch with the help of my friends!

(cuts to Miku exiting the police department)

Miku : Don't worry, Sonic! I'm on my way!

~ Let's go, Miku! Help is on the way! ~

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic.exe #vocaloid #miku hatsune #project diva #sega #dark comedy #horror #mystery #thriller

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everythingisok3000 · 1 year

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I’m bad at talking

I was telling my dad about this the other day and he was surprised I felt this way and wanted to know why. Hey guess what I didn’t know how to convey my feelings into verbal words. I did get that across though. I have an example of why this is though now:

So I work at a Kroger in the Deli department, well, I “work in the meat and seafood department”, but they put me in Deli because both departments are in need of more workers because is suuuuucks there. Deli is super easy to clean, all you’ve got to do is wash the bits of the slicers and shoot water at the floor and then the other normal bullshit with cleaning stuff. Because they don’t schedule me adequately, I end up finishing hours before my time to clock out, so I go to met and seafood because I like those guys. I especially like Kyle because Kyle calls us “The Dream Team”, and me the “MVP”, because closing the meat and seafood department is a hellish punishment. If done by yourself, it takes jesus-christ 2-hours to complete. You need to wash the trays all the seafood is sitting in, and MELT THE STUPID ICE BELOW IT, wash the floors, surfaces, relocate the eponymous meat and seafood, and other bullshit. This time though, Noah is there, and Noah is a the meat and seafood manager, I think. I’m not sure whose a manager and who are just older people that know things. Noah is pretty young but I don’t know which he is. Sometimes Noah does this slightly annoying thing, and it’s only slight because it makes sense by the time we’re done, where he has us do stupid cleaning bullshit. I think this is largely because this hooligan David keeps screwing us. He works most morning shifts and he is dogshit at his job, from what I’ve been told. The mention of his name brings most meat and seafood employee’s hands into the air, wringing. David has caused us to fail health inspections. We do all we can to make up for David’s dogshit jobbery. When I get to meat and seafood Noah is really happy that I’m there. He wants me to clean the stuff under the thing that holds the meat, which I’ve never seen before. I’m thinking I’m going to be doing all of this, but that wasn’t the case. I mostly helped pull out some (one) of the two per section panels and wash them down the best I could. There were twelve all in all. And dear god it was disgusting in there. I’m pretty tolerant of smell and other generally gross things. Well, selectively. I have a very easy gag reflex because I didn’t like swallowing a drop of toothpaste so I’d gag up anything that dripped down my throat even a little. Anyway, it smells awful. I didn’t even realize how awful until later. The panels didn’t smell that bad, though, and I forgot to say this, I don’t have a great sense of smell. I go back around after a few panels to help get some more, and I see there’s a few pieces in the muck below. I’ll now illustrate the sight I beheld. Under the panels, there’s a bunch of piping of some kind that I imagine help flow the cold air through the underside. This is covered in ice and blue mold. It looks like barnacles or something, it’s on the panels too. Below that, there is a generally brownish substance covering the whole bottom of it. This is where I pull the stuff out of. You have to imagine how stuff gets down there. When we take the meat trays out, we’ll occasionally shoot some cleaning stuff, water, and disinfectant down there to wash out the meat juices that constantly fall out of stuff like the godforsaken chicken wings or the chicken breasts. Sometimes bits of the stuff falls out. There’s a lot of seasoned stuff, but it’s like, all meat. I got a stupid whiff of this stuff and it was the kind of smell that’s hilarious to experience. Like, “Wow, I can’t believe something that terrible exists in this world. The sensation was surprising.” We’re all laughing about it. I finish out cleaning the other panels, and somehow the other guys, Kyle and Noah, spray down the piping and scrape some stuff around. I didn’t see until later, but they’d also tried using bleach to clean some of it off, giving it this extra odor like a spice. So, I go over to Noah, because I’ve sort of realized what it smells like. See, the whole time, it was a really familiar smell. Like, wow, I’ve smelled this kind of awful before, it’s like a primordial state of true bad smell or something, what the heck is it. And I realize it’s this: the stuff on top of my mom’s above ground pool. At the end of spring, beginning of summer, we have an awful group of hours where we pull the covers off the pool and try to open it up. We have to remove the stupid heavy sandbags keeping them in place and the secondary cover and put the ladder on and wash the deck of the thing, real laborious stuff. And the dirt and mud accumulated on top smells like something dead, like mud if it died, like defecation, if it died. Just overall awful. This smelled like the stuff under the meat tray panels, and with the bleach, it smelled like the chlorine pool chemicals we used to clean the pool. So I go to Noah, and I’m like, “This smells like-- asajfoeiajeoiamc ifsaiemfea, wai jfeijaf? goijaiojefiof?”

“What?”

“Like, uh, like my mom’s p-pool, in the spring, after the spring, like the stuff on top?”

Somehow Noah understood me and talked about his own experience with an above ground pool, in that his family spent many weeks of their summer building it, cleaning it, maintaining it, and breaking it down, same with a deck. But the whole time I’m like, wow I can’t believe I didn’t know how to say normal things out load. Earlier in the day too, I found it difficult to hear and understand and then communicate with coworkers and customers. I fall back on generally understood conveyances like shrugging or furrowing your brow and saying stuff like, “Well, sometimes that’s how it is.” Or “I guess.”

I think the problem is that I live in my brain too much. When I talk to my therapist, I usually talk for like an hour, usually less, and halfway through that my throat gets parched as hell. I don’t know how to talk to anything that doesn’t know what I’m probably going to say. Now that I think of it, my therapist seemed to think I didn’t have problems talking, although that’s probably because he sees me talk more than the majority of non-related people I see throughout a week. I think that’s pretty ironic because he’s a victim of it more than anyone else. Sometimes when I’m talking to him, I forget that I’m talking or saying anything, disassociate mid-sentence and sort of finish the thought and forget what it meant in relation to the things around it. That’s probably why I like writing the way I do. It’s helpful to just spit all your thoughts out as they come and develop pathways to clicking things against your fingers that make sense. Plus you can change it later. I’m not doing it with this one though. I bet it’s a banger.

#rant #idk how to tag this #how do tags work #Oh you hit enter after them #I wouldve liked this site ten years ago if I were cool and confident and not 9 years old

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ocean-anchored · 2 years

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Dear Future Self - April 13, 22

Dear future self... I’ve done it again. It’s been weeks! Dang, I just went back and looked and it’s been over a month.. I was just getting back from Whistler. Boy has a lot happened once again. I need to get better at this. I even told myself last week I needed to pop in and catch up but that’s okay. Where to even start. Things with Trav have been progressing. It was a big roller coaster of emotion and everything for a few weeks. I went from feeling like i was in control, to feeling like I lost everything to somewhat back in control. Basically, he obviously couldn’t get pre-approved. I had emailed because the mortgage was behind for 2 full months, my credit score had plummeted down to a scary 620. I called my lawyer and she got on it and I emailed Vanessa saying that due to Travis breaching the agreement that he had until April 30th to get approved to refinance and if he couldn’t or didn’t, I would be putting the house up for sale period. Well she said things should go through lawyers now and her be left out and she cc’d travis. A week later she said he didn’t get approved so they are selling the houses and going to find a place for Trav to live. Said it would be up on the market around april 15th and she would let me know when the house has sold, which I replied that he wouldnt be able to sell without me as my name is on title. Anyways, theyll be listing by april 30th which the mortgage is at $260k and I dont think we’d have any issue selling for at least $350k. I have arranged with my lawyer to put a Lis pendens on the house as I am coming after him for half the equity due to him fucking my credit so bad especially because I wouldn’t be able to even buy a place with my credit now. Now I’m just waiting. My lawyer has filed the divorce paperwork too now so things are really moving. I’m really just praying and giving it to God that if he would like to bless me with a couple thousand dollars from this house because Vanessa fucked me with the initial price, that would be absolutely amazing. Work has been alright. Been getting frustrated more often, and with no having cash flow the stress is high. I know its not my company but many, it’s so hard watching it and being in it day to day. I’m also getting a bit annoyed with feeling like my “authority” which is pretty small anyways, is just diminishing. I get that Chrystal got a raise and should be living up to it more by managing me and things better, but sometimes I just wonder. like I know how to do my job and I was doing things before she came, yah she has more experience but I just question sometimes like she makes little comments about doing certain jobs that Im like, girl you don’t even do that, I do and I feel title is so important to her and it comes across aggressive sometimes. I want to learn more, but yea she’s shown me once how to pay GST but when would she ever let me actually do it? Or provide deeper training? I feel a bit stagnant. But i do love my job and I am really blessed for how Danny has treated me so Im really not complaining.

Speaking of work... and did I not mention a bit ago that I was wanting to pick up a part time job? Well YOUR GIRL HAS ANOTHER JOB. Funny enough Ed posted about needing an assistant which Meliss ended up starting with him but she also was starting a new job within 2 weeks so I reached out and we were able to connect and he was down for me working for him! So since like March 21st? I’ve been working for him. He pays me $25 an hour and I bill him monthly. In the two weeks to end of March I worked around 21 hours so I’ll easily have over 40 hours a month with him. I average about 2-3 hours a night depending, and he’s been adding more tasks over time. So far I think it’s working really well! I’m a bit tired, but I look forward to the long weekend, still just figuring out managing my time but I’m still going to bed around 9:30-10PM so that’s okay. I’m pretty happy and he said it could turn into a full time job if desired so it’ll be really interesting to see how these next several months pan out with everything. Moving? Also looking at that too. Dillon has been scouting, its been agreed that Cody, Dillon and I are looking for a 3 bed 3 bath place together which I think could work. Worries me a bit but my rent would only be $800-$900 so that should be pretty manageable. I’m not in a rush to move yet so really just trying to save what I can while being here until things pan out. Condo stuff has also been all over the place. It’s a lot to catch up on. We tried to sell but ended up in the hole and would owe money to sell so we’ve just left it and seeing what they do. hopefully nothing comes of it so it doesn’t fall on Meliss but we’ll see, giving it to God to work out. So many possibilities and things that intervene and affect it so really I have no idea.

#dear future self #personal #life updates #dearfutureself

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