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fantillisdaylight · 1 year
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Spiderman Kiss
Pairing: Jamie Drysdale x Reader
Request:  hear me out: Spider-Man kiss with Jamie??
I am hearing you out and the answer is 100% yes. Spider-Man is one of my favorite superheroes from when I was a kid so this is an amazing request. 
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Living with two guys could prove to be interesting at times. Especially when the two guys are Jamie Drysdale and Trevor Zegras. Your nights were filled with hockey games, movie nights, game nights, and sometimes cuddle nights because those two are very cuddly. For months you and Jamie had been skirting around each other and your feelings for each other. The tension was high in the air and Trevor was getting sick of it, so he came up with what he likes to call “The Master Plan.” After his master plan you and Jamie had finally gotten together. The three of you had been wanting to go on a hike and the weather was finally not too hot to go on one. You all got dressed and grabbed plenty of water and protein snacks and drove to the little mountain you wanted to hike.
               “This isn’t fun guys you keep moving too fast!” You tell Trevor and Jamie. They keep going faster and you are a lot shorter than them so you struggle to keep up with their pace. “Come on Y/N you can do it just move those little legs. We are half a mile away from the top,” Trevor says while laughing. You just flip him off. Jamie rolls his eyes and give Trevor his backpack he brought with him and says to you, “I’ll give you a piggy back ride for a few minutes how about that?” You say yes immediately and he bends down for you to get on his back. The three of you then set off to hike the last bit of stretch up the mountain. After about 10 minutes of being on Jamie’s back you beg to be put down because he was getting really gross and sweaty. You said to him “Jamie baby I love you but please put me down, I think I am making you sweat and its making me sticky and gross.” The boys laugh and Jamie puts you down. Jamie then asks Trevor, “How much longer dude?” Trevor says it’s just up ahead past the few little trees in front of you guys.
               When you finally bust through the clearing you can see why Trevor was so adamant to hike this area, the view was amazing. You could see so much of the city and it looked so cool from up high like you were. The three of you decided to wait a little bit and eat some snacks before you made the trek back down. Trevor wanted to climb a tree while you and Jamie found a little ledge off the mountain you wanted to sit on. You discovered it was safe because if either of you fell you would just hit another little ledge or the little grass pasture type area underneath the ledges. After Jamie handed you the protein bar and protein chips you guys ate and listened to the world surrounding you. It was just nice to get away from the buys and hectic lives that the three of you live. After eating you decided to lay down on the ledge with you head almost on the edge of the little ledge so you can watch Trevor attempt to climb the tree some more.
                 Trevor honey are you struggling to climb the tree?” You ask while laughing at him. He stops and looks at you and says “Shut up Y/N it is much harder than it looks.” Jamie looks at Trevor and says “I could be wrong but aren’t you a professional hockey player? I feel like you should be able to climb a tree easily.”
               “I hate both of you truly,” says Trevor as he finally gets to the branch he wanted to be on. You and Trevor just sit and lay there talking while he eats his snacks and you don’t even hear Jamie move down to the ledge below you until you feel him standing above your face playing with you hair.
                 “Hey baby I have an idea and I need you to work with me here okay?’ Jamie says. You tell him okay and you just hear Trevor snickering as he knows exactly what Jamie is planning to attempt. Jamie tells you to scoot back just a bit to where you head is hanging off the ledge just a little bit. You do as he asks and once you get situated he takes a minute to figure out how to actually do this. Finally he just kisses you upside down and you just melt like you always do when he kisses you.
                 He pulls away after a minute or two and you both hear Trevor yell “Hell yeah buddy you did it!” You both just laugh at him and Jamie helps you up so you guys can head back down. After a couple hours you finally get back down and once you guys start heading to the car something dawns on you.
                 “Did you guys watch Spider-Man last night while I was gone? You ask them. They both nod in response. “And let me guess, you guys came up with the brilliant idea to hike because Jamie wanted to attempt the Spiderman kiss?”
                 “Actually that was a spur of the moment decision when I saw you laying there laughing at Trevor and I enjoyed it.” Jamie says while hugging you from behind. You tell him you enjoyed it too.
                 “So which one of you is going to give me a Spiderman kiss?’ Trevor asks and of course Jamie being Jamie said he would and started chasing Trevor around the little parking lot while Trevor is screaming that he was joking while you laugh and get in the driver’s seat of the car because you want to play your music. All you can think is you love your boyfriend and his boyfriend.
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carlsdarling · 8 months
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hear me out now.. STEPDAD CARL?? OBV THE READER AND HIM ARR AGED UP YOU CAN DAY NO😜
Stepdad Carl headcanons
Carl and Y/N are in their mid-thirties here and Y/N has a teenage daughter. It was challenging to imagine a Carl so much older, so I hope you will like him.
WARNINGS: none
You first met Carl when he and some of his folks from Alexandria visited your community Oceanside to do some trading. You were immediately intrigued by Carl's demeanor - a fact that didn't fail to be apparent to your 15-year-old daughter, Celia. Of course, you had heard of the one and only Carl Grimes, but you never thought he was so attractive and amiable.
A mutual affection quickly developed between you, then a romantic relationship, so you and Celia relocated to Alexandria because the distance between Alexandria and Oceanside is too great. Celia was upset about it at first - she didn't want to leave Oceanside and her friends, even though she likes Carl and is happy for you. However, she then adjusted relatively well in Alexandria.
Carl, meanwhile, can deal with his facial injury. He doesn't mind showing it to Celia and telling her what happened to him when he was her age. By now he no longer wears the bandage, but a black eyepatch like the Governor once did - so as not to freak people out. Carl has cut his hair, but it is still thick, dark and full and silky to your touch. He has aged very well. Sometimes he wears a short beard, but mostly he is smoothly shaved. He is lean, has put on just a little muscle, and now has a physique like Rick used to have.
Celia's new lady friends in Alexandria think Carl is sexy and are always raving about him. Celia thinks this is weird. "That's my stepdad! He's old!" - "I want to be Carl's toy!" - "Lorna! He could be your dad!" - "Uum, I don't care."
Carl, at first, didn't know how to deal with Celia because he doesn't have any kids of his own and Judith is, after all, in her mid-twenties, but they mostly get along well now.
Carl acts very protective of Celia. He doesn't like it when she stays out too late in the evenings or when she roams the woods outside of Alexandria. He is in constant worry about her.
When Celia has her first boyfriend, the situation escalates somewhat. Tom isn't particularly skilled with a rifle, nor is he particularly gutsy. Carl doesn't like this, so he takes Tom to task without discussing it with you or Celia first. He heads to the Alexandria shooting range with him and drills him there, then trains him how to kill walkers with a knife. Carl handles Tom very harshly in the process, and Tom eventually becomes so discouraged by Carl's high expectations and constant lectures that he simply throws the gun into the grass and stomps off in frustration.
As a result, Celia angrily storms into the kitchen as you are cooking something, and accusingly tells you what Carl has done. "Carl has no right to do that!"
This leads to an argument between Carl and you. "Carl, that's not the way to do it. You humiliated Tom. It's not okay, he's only 16." - "Tom is a sissy." - "Carl!" - "When I was his age, I..."
You rolled your eyes. But eventually Carl apologized to Celia, explaining that he just wanted to make sure Tom was capable of protecting her in any situation.
Celia reads Carl's old comics, and Carl appreciates that.
Rick has revealed to Celia how Carl, when he was her age, ate three pounds of chocolate pudding all alone and how he then got sick, and how a walker bagged his shoe. Celia has been teasing Carl with these stories ever since.
When Rick got pneumonia and it wasn't clear if he would survive, Carl was terrified of losing his dad. He got kind of depressed, and Celia made chocolate pudding for him to cheer him up.
More than once Celia tells you not to moan so loudly during sex. "Mum, I can hear you two," she says, embarrassed.
When you and Carl called Celia into the living room one evening and told her you were pregnant by Carl, she looked from one to the other, puzzled. Then she said: "Have you guys ever heard of birth control?“ and raised an eyebrow.
Carl and you will have to vigorously fend off her suggestions for baby names. Celia's favorites are "Morticia," "Ivory," "Draco," and "Lucius."
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fanfic-enthusiast · 1 year
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Sweet Dealing (Cotl Helob x Reader Fic)
Warning NSFW!!!
You're starting to wonder if coming here was worth it. 
You thought that coming to Silk Cradle to try and snatch some beets would be easy! Avoid the spiders and scorpions patrolling, grab yourself some veggies and leave! Most everything here ate meat so there would be plenty of beets left over for you right?
Turns out no, there would not be. You found a few tucked away in different barely lit caverns but you're starting to realize why so many of the residents here adopted a carnivorous diet. Perhaps you should have thought this through more carefully earlier.
This realization came when your stomach grumbled low against your wishes. Seems you would go hungry tonight, you groaned a little and got up from between the grasses. Ready to start your long walk home.
Or at least that was the plan. As you exit the cavern you feel something tighten around your leg and suddenly the world is upside down. You’re unable to stop the shriek that comes from you as you're forced to see the cavern you just spent a few good hours in from a different perspective. Dangling upside down from the ceiling of the cave from a thick strand of spider thread.
You stepped right into a trap! Your heart racing in your chest as you scramble to try and untie yourself. You had to get out! Before whoever had set the trap finds you!
You had a small knife on your person, retrieving it from your belt was the easy part. Flexing your stomach and core as much as you were able you were just barely able to lean up and graze the tip of the knife against the bindings around your ankle. So you tried again, cutting a few of the fibers of the thick webbing wrapped around your ankle.
A chittering laugher stops you dead in your tracks, a sinking feeling settles in your stomach. You look down, eyes wide and spy a large purple spider with three eyes staring up at you with a sharp grin. Clearly amused by your struggle.
“Hey!! You better stay away!!” You swing the knife wildly in their direction. “I'm not scared of you!! I will stab!!”
He laughs again, this time nearly doubled over as the fluff on his body shakes from the force of his giggles.
“How funny, food thinks it cans fight me withs a toothpick.”
“Won't be funny when I poke your eye out!! G-get back!!” You swing back and forth again from the web and the spider continues to grin up at you, crossing a pair of arms and watching you struggle for a while.
Finally after you still they wander over to a thread not far away, hidden behind one of the stalagmites in the room and slice the thread. You yelp a little as you're suddenly dropped from so high right onto your head.
The room spins for a moment and you feel hands on you, and more webbing wrapping around your body quickly. You struggle and try to move the knife to slice it away but it's quickly batted out of your hand and your arms are restrained at your side by multiple strong arms. A pair of long legs straddling your thighs to stop your kicking.
“Stop!!! Please!! Let me go!”
“I needs inventory for sells little morsel. My bestest customer has quite the appetites.”
“I- I dont taste good!” He stops and leans in close to you inhaling deeply, face getting a bit too close to your neck, you could feel his breath against your fur. He pulls back, shaking his head. “No no you will tastes fine. Not sick or old. Very sweet. Yes very goods meat.”
Your mind tries to think of ways you can get out of this, cycling through scenarios and struggling against the silk wrapped around your upper body. He shifts down your legs to continue wrapping while his upper arms hold you down. Your adrenaline soaked brain comes up with, probably the dumbest idea you could have thought of. And you spit it out without a second thought.
“W-wait! What if...what if we made a deal? I could f-feel you... If you want we could h-have some fun… y-you know. And then! Then you let me go!” The spider paused and looked at you curiously, cocking his head. Confused but intrigued by the proposal.
“You’re offering me…” his eyes trail up and down your half cocooned body. “I sees… hm, no ones ever offered that before.”
You gulped a little and the two of you sat still in silence as he mulled over the idea.
“We have funs and you go when you wish, yes?”
“Yes, whatever you want to do… I um… can do a lot.”
“Hmm… ok, I takes your offer. But not here.” He climbs off you and carefully scoops you up into his arms and over his fluffy shoulder. Humming as he started walking in the direction of wherever he planned to have his way with you.
You weren’t sure if you were more pleased he took your offer or mortified that you had offered that in the first place. But here you were. Being carried to who knows where by a carnivorous spider who was totally planning to turn you into a meal but instead is gonna be turning you into a bedmate! What a day…
The spider moved quickly despite the extra weight, his long legs carrying him through the caverns of Silk Cradle with ease. Only stopping a few times when a particularly large millipede passed through ahead of the two of you.
Eventually the two of you entered a smaller cavern, lit by a campfire in the center. Chains and cages hung from the ceiling and you noticed a few other followers tied up in the corners of the room, stirring in their webbing to look at the two of you as you enter. On the opposite side, between a few boxes, was a traveling cart of some kind.
“Home sweet home!” he chuckled a little and repositioned you in his arms bridal style spinning in a slow circle so you could see the entirety of the space. Looking down at you expectantly after he stopped.
“Oh… it's nice. A lovely… set up.” He fluffed up his fur a little with another sharp grin at your praise.
“Thanks you morsel. Now then, over here.”
He made his way past the campfire and boxes towards the cart in the corner of the cavern and placed you down on the ground in front of it, opening the door in front of you and gesturing for you to enter. The small ladder is easy enough to scale without holding onto the doorway and you find yourself inside a quaint little living space.
There's shelves with various odds and ends, mostly bones and shiny stones, but there are a few sparkly bits of jewelry as well as multiple spice racks and drying herbs. Giving the place a cozy herbal smell. And of course on the far end of it, taking up the majority of the space in this cart was a plush looking bed that looked like it was made even softer with the addition of multiple layers of spider silk.
You take a deep breath in as you walk closer to the bed, opening your mouth to speak when your stomach rumbles again. The smell of herbs and spices reminds you of the fact that you hadn’t had a full meal at all today.
The spider tsked and lifted you up again, tossing you the remaining few feet onto the bed. You scrambled to get your bearings only to find him on the other side of the room pulling a jar up from one of the lower shelves and approaching the bed where you leaned against the backboard.
“Silly morsel, can’t dos any fun on an empty stomach. Other meals won't minding, I cans just get more from other shops laters.” He holds up a jar of canned berries, popping the lid open and moving towards you again, settling himself in your lap.
“Oh… thank you…” you look down at the bindings around your upper body, expecting him to untie you yet he makes no move to do so. Pulling out a berry and gesturing towards your mouth. Oh so, he wanted to feed them to you. You open wide and he pops the berry in your mouth. It's a surprisingly gentle gesture from the creature who nearly decided to turn you into a meal. Almost sweet enough to make you forget why exactly you're there.
The berry’s natural sweetness is stronger since it's been preserved in sweet syrup, it's been ages since you had something sweet like this. You lick your lips and hum savoring the flavor a moment longer before opening up for another, while ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks. Which the spider gives freely.
His fingers press lightly against your tongue as he places each berry into your mouth. And you find yourself chasing his fingers with your tongue to lick off the sweet berry juice left behind. His hand lingering longer near your face each time as he watches you intently.
You eat your fill of the preserved fruit and gesture for him to stop, he nods and puts the lid back on the jar, setting it aside looking excited.
“Did my little snack enjoy the treats?”
“Yes, those were delicious mister…?”
“Helob,” he shifts down your legs and moves you again, down the bed so you are laying flat on the plush surface and he hovers above you. Arms splayed around the two of you. “Comfy?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good good. Time for my little treats then. Open wide~”
He presses his lips to yours hungrily while two sets of hands find themselves at your sides. Trailing up and down your rapidly warming body as you try to keep up with them all. You run your hands along Helob’s chest feeling the warm soft fluff of his body.
His tongue presses against your lips and you open wide like he requested, inviting him to explore where his fingers ventured ever so briefly. Your tongue moved against his hungry kiss but largely lost the brief battle between the two. Eventually he pulled off, breathing heavily, face flushed. You laid under him in a similar state, out of breath, red in the face and incredibly hot.
This lasts for just a few breaths before you pull him back in for another heated kiss which he returns with equal passion. His hands meanwhile, hard at work unbuttoning your robe as you feel his tongue slide deeper into your mouth.
He pulls it open and off your body, tossing it somewhere to the side as he parts from your lips again.
“I was right, yous are sweet. Mmm, I needs more.” His lips move to your throat licking and sucking at the skin there, his tongue occasionally trailing from your collar to your cheek sending shivers up your spine.
When you feel his fangs brush against a sensitive spot on your neck, nicking the skin just under your fur, you whimper and cling to him tighter. And you hear him moan. The taste of your sweet blood on his tongue makes him suck lightly on the wound.
Your hands tug at his fur as you keen and whine under him, squeezing your thighs together as he continues to lavish your throat with attention and a few fresh bites, just to get more of your sweet taste on his tongue.
His biting and sucking trails lower, down your chest and stomach. Many of his hands caress your sides while one slips between your legs, pressing his fingers to the apex of your thighs.
Your reaction is immediate, hips bucking off the bed in surprise into his hands. Helob grins and presses down a little more, rubbing small circles through the fabric of your underwear. He has to move a pair of hands to hold your hips still and still you grind against his fingers and moan.
“H-helob, p-please don't tease!”
“Oh but I thoughts you was my treat~ I wish to savor.” His hand slides your soaked underwear down your thighs and off. Tossing them wherever he threw your robe. You didn’t care enough to keep track. His fingers return to rub your clit, and your moans rise in pitch. Your hips once again need to be held down as you try to buck into his hand.
“So eagers sweet little morsel.” Two fingers carefully slide inside as your walls flutter around him. “Almost ready… then the real funs.”
Your hands twist up the webbing under you as you try to stay composed and patient but its so hard, the warmth between the two of you, the teasing, the pleasant ache between your legs. It all made you so needy. You can't help the whimpers spilling from your parted lips as he slides another finger inside.
Quite the adorable sight you make sprawled out like this. After what feels like an eternity of teasing the fingers holding you open slide out of your drooling cunt. And Helob licks them clean, moaning around his fingers.
“Mmm!!! Even better, such a tasty snack! A delicacy! Mine to take.”
“Y-yes please t-take me!!”
Earlier today your words might have embarrassed you. But you continue to ramble as Helob pulls your legs up over his shoulders and lines himself up with you, and after a few slides against your heat, slides inside. Leveraging your hips against the bed so his hands are free to fondle you as he fully sheaths his cock inside.
He leans over you, chittering and squeezing your chest and sized as you squeeze around him. You pull him in for another heated kiss as his hips start to move, in and out, in and out. Slowly to feel the warmth and clench of your walls while he kisses you.
You two move together hungrily filling the cart with moans and cries of lust, with your legs over his shoulders he thrusts so deep into you. His hands squeeze every bit of tender flesh they can get their fingers on and he alternates from kissing you near breathlessness and biting your neck to get small tastes of your blood.
It's so much! You cling to him and cum hard with a cry of his name to the ceiling. You clamping down around him has him pressing his hips flush to yours against the bed grinding as deep into your cunt as he can get as he cums with a hiss. Drooling and digging his nails into the bedspread under you.
Helob rocks into you as the two of you ride out your orgasms together, collapsing on top of each other moments later with him still inside. A deep rumble resonates from his chest as he snuggles you into his fluff. It's warm and comforting, his tongue lapping against your neck as he carefully slides out of you to settle at your side.
“Mmmm such a nice treat, my delicacy… deals a deal… you can goes when you like.”
You sigh and nuzzle into the expanse of purple fluff. Feeling a couple pairs of arms wrap around you. He said you could go when you wanted, that was the deal. So, your escape could wait. A warm nap with a full belly sounded like a better deal.
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Can I ask for hcs where....something in affogato's plan goes wrong but not in the way he predicts...like instead of being found out, he accidently framed s/o and now s/o is banished? Also thinking s/o would be another watcher so banished watcher s/o? Just curious how he would react....would he just leave his s/o behind? Try to get them urbanished? Or would he decide screw it and go with s/o where they can live together happily? Curious lol...and thinking s/o doesn't know but if they did, they forgive affogato...sorry for so much in one request lol!
thank you anon for this wonderful opportunity >:) spoilers for ep 13 & 14 <3
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affogato with a banished watcher s/o !!
‘oh no’ was the only thing going through affogato’s head right now. he had framed you. he didn’t mean to, but he had framed you.
dark cacao summoned you immediately, without a doubt to banish you.
affogato could feel the deep regret pooling in his stomach, travelling up his throat, making him feel sick.
he watched as you took your walk of shame out of the citadel while been held onto roughly by one of your watcher colleagues. they had a look mixed with seriousness & disgust on their face.
you turned your head and caught eyes with affogato before quickly turning your head back, not wanting to look at him.
he saw the despair in your eyes & felt even worse.
you walked out into the wilderness on your own, with only your weapon & clothes that you were wearing & some money. you could feel an awful feeling around your eyes as you struggled to hold in the tears.
it was getting close to dusk, and you knew you had to find shelter quickly or you wouldn’t stand a chance against the beasts of the forest.
luckily, you found an abandoned shack on the edge of the forest which had some tinned food in it.
exhausted & devastated, you fell on the old wooden floor without bothering to grab the woollen blanket in the corner. silent tears fell out of your eyes as you drifted off.
you woke up in the morning to the sound of howling wind. you looked out the old window and saw snow everywhere. you knew you wouldn’t be able to get going in that weather as it was one of the worst snowstorms you’d seen in a while.
you opened a tin of food which was still in date & grabbed a spoon which was laying on the small wooden table & stuck it in the tin. the food didn’t taste too good, but you were hungry and couldn’t care less.
while the snowstorm raged on, you thought of an idea. since you were banished, you couldn’t stay within the kingdom, right ? so, you decided to take a journey to the hollyberry kingdom, a stark difference to the environment you were used to.
it would take days, maybe even weeks to get there on foot, but you were certain that the kingdom of romance was the place to go. it was the kingdom closest to the dark cacao kingdom anyway (i’ll include a picture later of where the two kingdoms are on the map !!).
you also kept thinking about affogato. you wanted desperately to be in his arms again but you couldn’t. not after what he had done to you (you didn’t know that he didn’t mean to btw).
so, when the snowstorm got to a level where it would be easy for you to walk through it, you put all the other tinned cans, the spoon, the blanket, your money & a steak knife that was also on the wooden table into a small bag that you had found on the floor & set off.
you were very upset through the whole trip & your mind kept going back to affogato, but you cleared the thoughts away each time & kept on going.
once you had come out of the dark cacao kingdom area, the temperature got warmer. you walked & walked, only to pass out in another forest. fortunately, this one wasn’t covered in snow but rather dark green grass.
you woke up about 20 minutes later exactly where you were & with all your items, thankfully. you soon realised that the berries growing on the bushes were edible & ate many of them happily as you could.
you continued your walking, stopping each night by a large bush or tree to sleep.
you were walking somewhat aimlessly when you felt a wave of pure heat hit you. you relished it, but only for a second as you realised where you were. the dragon’s valley.
you had to hold in a scream when you came to that realisation. you were a fierce warrior but you definitely didn’t want to fight anyone here. especially that dragon with white hair with black dots (pitaya, if anyone is wondering)…
so you scrammed. you quickly ran away, quickly enough so that no-one would notice you. luckily you got out of there without having to interact with anyone & continued your trip to the hollyberry kingdom.
about 2 days after your accidental visit to the dragon’s valley, you arrived in the hollyberry kingdom.
you ended up talking to a hollyberrian soldier who was on patrol in the capital & told them if your situation. recognising you as one the dark cacao kingdom’s strongest watchers, they took you to the castle to talk to the queen herself.
hollyberry knew you from the times she had visited dark cacao & felt immediate sympathy for you. the pair of you talked for a while, before coming to the agreement that you could live in the palace if you worked as one of her soldiers.
you agreed to this, happy to forget your old life. well, nearly.
affogato was stuck in your mind throughout all this. you hated it so much & tried your best to focus on other things.
so ! what was affogato doing while you were on your dangerous journey ?? he was being rewarded. for ‘making sure you got what you deserved’.
he was so guilty, but couldn’t resist the luxuries that were now in front of him.
eventually… he forgot about you. he continued his plan without you. but sometimes he could feel a guilty pang in his heart, but couldn’t pinpoint the source of it.
and you forgot about him. you made new friends & got a better life. good for you !!!
first angst fic woohoo !! i’m not sure if it’s very good, but i loved writing this. such a great idea & it gave me some room for creative freedom without being too vague !! thank you so much, anon <3333 this is my favourite thing i’ve wrote, hehehe
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pinkglitterpencil · 8 months
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Okay, so random monologue about Welcome To Demon School Iruma-kun.
If you don't know the show it's an anime, and the mc Iruma is a very unfortunate human boy who's sold to a demon by his dumb parents. Plot twist, this turns out to be the best thing to ever happen to him as the demon he was sold to adopts him as his grandson and spoils him like crazy.
Plot synopsis out of the way, Iruma totally has some kind of binge eating disorder right? I'm not sure if I should call this a theory or a headcanon. Also, keep in mind I know little to nothing about eating disorders.
One of Iruma's little quirks is that, despite being a very tiny boi, he can eat. Like my man probably eats well over his own body weight daily. For most of his life, he was surviving on his own, completely independent. He had to scavenge for whatever food he could get his hands on. Even if it was just grass! (Can a human even survive on just wild plants?) It's clearly stated that, because of this, Iruma has a survivalist mentality when it comes to food.
Any opportunity to eat should be taken, and he needed to eat as much as possible to keep himself going.
(Like the second episode I think if we're sighting sources.)
After he's adopted Iruma is free to eat as much as he wants. After all his grandfather is probably super extra loaded. He could probably afford to fill a public swimming pool with caviar. Now, being a big eater is a common quirk among anime characters, but it's usually just used for laughs or just a character trait. In Iruma's case, this habit of his has an actual effect on him.
In the beginning, everyone is impressed by whatever hammerspace that must exist in Iruma's stomach. He's like 5'1" and considering his past life very thin, but he can eat 50 servings from the school cafeteria. However, things start to change as his first year at Bablys demon school comes to an end.
During the Harvest Festival, Iruma's survival instincts are reawakened and he falls back on old habits. He and Lied use some of the ingredients they gather early on for food because Iruma knows they'll need to pace themselves and keep their strength up. He intended to leave some to use for points but gets carried away and eats everything. Then at the beginning of the Music Festival Arc Purson rats him out for snacking in class, and during The Misfit's Wild Party, Clara comments that Iruma has gained weight.
After these events, we see three things happen.
Iruma starts to think negatively about his eating habits. After the Music Festival Ameri takes him to a fancy restaurant. After they've eaten and she leaves to talk to the staff Iruma thinks to himself that he ate too much. (He doesn't really try to change his habit though.)
Iruma has become self-conscious about his weight. When Clara comments on it he denies it and tries to escape her teasing. During his check-up with Professor Balam he gets an unhappy look on his face when he mentions Iruma's weight but relaxes and smiles when Balam says it's within the healthy range.
Clara and Azz start monitoring his eating habits and prevent him from snacking at school. Clara does give in to him at times, and Iruma hides his snacks like a chipmunk and sneaks off so he can eat without disruption. (Opera also denies Iruma dessert at dinner after he ate a ton of sweets with Batchco earlier that day. An effort was made.)
I think that it would make a lot of sense for Iruma to have some kind of eating disorder after how he grew up in the human world. It would also be another facet of all the trauma his parents caused him that Iruma will need to confront.
(Honestly, Mr. and Mrs. Suzuki were dumb. How are they still alive? Please let them show back up just so Iruma can go off on them. Better yet sick Azz and Clara on them, the whole Misfit Class, the Student Council, the teachers, Opera, the Thirteen Crowns. Everyone gets a turn! Heck let me take a crack at em!)
Okay, that's all I got uhhhhhhhhhhhh bye.
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whumpy-wyrms · 2 months
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🔴 for aspen (or any other blorbo of your choice!!) for the ask game!
- @whumpy-written-works
(from this ask game)
🔴 Red- What is a trait your OC has that those around them don't see very often? Is it seen by a rare few or completely overlooked?
hmmm i’m not actually sure! Aspen is the embodiment of a cringefail loser (affectionate) who is literally not afraid to be himself around others. he doesn’t mask or try to fit in, he’s literally so unapologetically Weird and i love that about him.
anyway i’m gonna infodump about him real quick :3
so ASPEN. this ended up being a disorganized mess but i dont care <3 so he talks all the time and is the most talkative person ever and never shuts up about his interest or passions. he will talk and listen to anyone about anything and never gets tired of it. he stims a lot in public but tries not to disrupt people, he just loves outwardly showing his emotions and being himself and not caring about people judging him.
he wears his headphones almost everywhere he goes because he’s sensitive to sound but loves blasting his favorite music into his ears and dancing/jumping around to it. he LOVES music, he loves to sing and plays a lot of instruments and he sounds amazing like he has a genuine talent for music and he does not give up on his dreams at all. he likes to write poetry and short stories also and definetely had a whole bunch of cringey deviant art ocs as a kid. he's a terrible cook but he tries anyway, and makes the messiest food you've ever seen but it honestly doesn't taste too bad.
he’s a picky eater and when he’s with other people, he doesn’t force himself to eat food that he doesn’t wanna eat because of the texture or taste. he literally doesn’t care how people view him, he does what brings him joy and won’t make himself uncomfortable just to fit in. he hates eye contact and does not force himself to make it. if people get annoyed by that, he’s not afraid to stand up for himself. like if he sees anyone picking on someone for being weird or different, he will drop everything and stand up for that person so fast.
he’s a genuinely nice and kind-hearted person and loves spending time around people and animals. he’s a very very social and loyal friend and an overall delight to be around, literally the embodiment of golden retriever energy. whenever he sees something that reminds him of another person, he brings it to them as a gift and shows affection just by being around people and understanding them. he goofs around a lot and is super hyper and playful, and is literally such a fun person to hang out with. he loves running around outside and climbing trees and making blanket forts and playing tag and hide and seek.
he loves hanging out in nature because that is his life. he knows everything about different kinds of plants and fungi and animals and just everything you could possibly know about nature. he goes into forests and forages for berries and knows which ones are edible and which ones are poisonous. he befriends every animals he sees and animals love him too because he’s so gentle and kind and literally would never hurt a fly (y’know, until he turns into a werewolf. and he also ate random animal carcasses he found in the woods but never got sick because he’s immortal). he loves to travel and wants to travel the world and see all the different types of nature everywhere.
he’s a wolf therian (otherkin) and he wears fake wolf ears and a tail because it makes him happy, and he barks and rolls around in the grass and howls at the moon because it makes him feel alive. he’s also a furry and has soo many cringey furry ocs and even though he’s not that good at art, he still makes art and is proud of it. he literally expresses himself in every way he can, and is not afraid of judgement. he loves himself and his ability to be cringe and free.
he tries not to let death bother him too much. he hates the cold. but he overcomes those obstacles in the end, just like every single other obstacle he’s faced. he finds happiness and joy in the worst of places, despite being constantly surrounded by death and constantly dying.
Aspen is just like the embodiment of harmless cringey weirdness and honestly i aspire to have his confidence to be himself around people!!! so, no, there’s not really a trait that those around Aspen don’t see very often
except maybe his immortality. nobody else in the world knows that Aspen is immortal besides Silas and eventually the ghosts and werewolf who turned him
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arosesstorm · 2 years
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le dormeur du val -  Alec Lightwood
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gender neutral reader! x Alec Lightwood
warning: soft Alec
summary: night was made for monsters to hide and for lovers to whisper
English is not my first language loves, trying my best, enjoy :)
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it didn't mean that you were stupid, nor that you were wise; but when you slept in your bed at night you just felt it.
you had fallen head over heels for Alexander Lightwood and there was no coming back.
you felt so tired but sleep couldn't seem to catch you, so you jumped down the bed, the moon light shining just for you, guiding you out of your door room.
your steps were light, your eyes heavy, when you stumbled into the Institute's corridor.
night ate all the building up, but you still could see its walls, old and gray, they smelled like home.
your bare feet softly brushing against the ground, its coldness sending a light of excitement through your body.
Church was looking at you in the dark, its body swirling on itself to your right, as he hinted with his head to follow him.
you were looking at the cat half amused, half confused, but your feet were already guiding you, : "what is it Church? what do I need to see?"
you were softly chuckling by now, as Church abruptly turned into a door on the left, its trail disappearing into the soft light who emerged.
candles, the room was lightened up with candles.
as you stepped into the door you recognized it was the Institute's library.
with his hands reaching for a book, Alec burntly turned around, the book sliding through his hands, falling to the floor.
"you startled me" he said, kneeling to reach it.
Damn Church.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't sleep then I met Church in the corridor and it brought me" you sighed "here".
Alec was standing again, his eyes buried in yours.
As if the cat heard you, he reached for the man's ankle, softly brushing against him.
Alec smiled down at him, taking a step forward, nervously looking everywhere but at you.
his hands were playing with the book's cover as he asked "couldn't sleep?"
you shook your head, knees too weak to form words, you were exhausted.
"I can read something for you" Alec suddenly said, his eyes coming back to your face again.
you chuckled "like when we were six?"
alec smiled too "yeah, I always had a sleep inducing effect on you".
"yeah right because you're boring" you teased as his smile deepened.
"or because I'm a great story teller".
he reached for you as he stroke your arm, "come on, you look exhausted".
as you walked back to your room, Alec walking just behind you, you could feel Church's eyes burning in the back of your head.
what a traitor cat.
when you got back in bed, Alex took the wooden chair of your desk, placing it in front of you.
"why are you awake?" you asked, covering your body with blankets.
"no reason" he cut short, as he opened the book.
"It’s a green hollow, where a river is singing Crazily hanging on the grasses rags Of silver; where the sun, from the proud mountain, Is shinning: it’s a little valley bubbling with sunlight."
you smiled softly "Rimbaud?"
Alec quickly looked up at you, smiling.
feeling nostalgic, you couldn't help but think.
"A young soldier, his mouth open, his head bare, And the nape of his neck bathing in cool blue watercress, Is sleeping; he is stretched out on the grass, under the skies, Pale in his green bed where the light falls like rain"
his breath was slow and steady, a lullaby to you.
"Feet in the gladiolas, he is sleeping. Smiling like A sick child would smile, he takes a nap: Nature, rock him warmly: he is cold."
you couldn't help but close your eyes, let his voice rock you to sleep just like when you were kids running around the institute; like time hadn't passed and Alec was still the same Alec and you were still his petty torment.
"Fragrances do not make his nostrils quiver; He sleeps in the sun, hand on the breast, Peacefully. He has two red holes in his right side."
you softly opened your eyes, sighing "I hate it when you read this part, it is so sad".
Alec chuckled, his hand softly brushing against your cheek, taking a strand of hair out of you eyes as he stroke your skin.
warmth was radiating from his palm as you breathed "it is your voice" a moment of silence then you whispered, sounding almost inaudible "your voice always calmed me down".
Alec took his hand back, a sad smile plastered on his face, his eyes falling to the ground "I'm sorry" he breathed "I have to go".
he quickly stood up, his back facing you immediately as he headed for the door.
"you're getting married tomorrow" you stated as he stopped in his tracks, his back still facing you.
"you better get some sleep" you added, shifting position as Alec looked to his right, his heart heavy as he closed the door of your room.
you were not going to sleep, but at least you knew he couldn't too.
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syzygy-yzygy · 7 months
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The House in its Final Form
I'm too lazy to post anything good so take this old piece of writing I did
The autumn was a certain kind of cold. It wasn’t the fresh, new cold of winter or the playful warmth of the spring. And it certainly wasn’t the violent heat of summer, the sort that drove kids outside, towards pools and popsicles and front porches. No, in the autumn, it was as if the whole world was taking a breath. As if everything was waiting. Waiting on you.
The house wasn’t much anymore, just a collection of broken-down stones and rotted wood. Surely it had been a pleasant home for a fair share of rats and mice. Now, however, it was quiet. Painfully, dreadfully quiet. The stones were old and gray, and termites had carved pathways and mazes throughout every tired beam. The dust hung suspended in the autumnal glow like little flecks of gold. It was as if the whole place had given up. The tall, thin stalks of grass bowed their heads, their life edging away bit by bit as they swayed in the wind. The trees let go of their leaves and let them pile to the ground, rotting from the inside out. Surely they, too, would keep many animals warm this winter.
In the back you could see the garden, or rather what it used to be. Weeds and wildflowers had taken hold of the space The jagged lines that used to mark out plots were now faded, so utterly arbitrary when faced with the indomitable, unpredictable whims of nature. All the good soil had washed away, the fertilizer they bought in big heavy bags. Now all that was left was jagged, packed, harsh dirt ribbed with mycelium and dandelion roots.
Soon the frost came by. It bit at the buds of new leaves and turned trees into skeletons. The old, cracked pieces of glass were traced with frozen mandelas like snowflakes, a grim omen of what was soon to come.
When the snow fell, you could see the shape of the old peach tree, still struggling from the earth. They hung a swing on that long ago, and pushed the youngest back and forth. Her laugh. It was so beautiful, like a creek bubbling up in spring. What happened to the swing? Where was it now, its rope and nails and oak. He had spent a whole Saturday making that, thinking of how the kids would smile. Where were they now?
Ripe peaches had hung from that tree. They had been sweet and rosy orange, and the kids would eat them until they were sick. Now snow dusted the limbs like powdered sugar. It covered everything, an untouched white blanket. Here it was quiet and peaceful, and you felt so awake. And yet you were alone, so totally alone. No footprints accompanied your own wretched path. You could think, laugh, smile, scream. No one would even know.
It didn’t even look like the same house anymore. Now that the cold whims of winter had coated every inch of the ruins, it seemed as though they’d never even been there. It was oh so easy to get lost in this strange land that you almost forgot about them.
There was a pot of coffee in the kitchen. It had gotten cold first, then the grounds had molded in the hot water. Then the pot itself had cracked and spilled its shards all over the broken kitchen tiles. Now, you couldn’t even tell it had ever been made.
The cold didn’t last. Soon, every intricacy of the landscape was revealed once again. The sun ate away at the frozen blanket and from it emerged bare earth. The snowflakes melted and fell from the sky as lukewarm rain, and from the soil sprang new growth. Baby birds were born and songbirds called into the sky, free once again. The house looked almost beautiful here. The tree burst into bloom and vines twined across the doorframe. For once, life filled the house again. Rats and mice got to work and foxes hunted them down. One time he had found a mouse in the backyard. It was sick, so it hadn’t run away. And he’d wanted to keep it so bad. He didn’t know any better. And he didn’t know the very next day, she had found it with its head torn off, half-eaten by someone much smarter than any of them. It was rotting from the inside out. And so she buried it near the lettuce patch, under a thin pile of old leaves.
The house was beautiful in spring, but in summer it was dead once again. The kiddie pool they’d loved to play in was now coated in mildew and singed with flame. The ground grew dry and parched, and the streams that had once run through the mossy woods were now all but stagnant puddles. The fox searched for water in the dwindling pond where it had once played as a kit. The fields turned gold and wildflowers turned to seed. The pipes that once carried water to them had rusted and burst long ago, spilling their guts to the woods and the fields. If they had been here now, they would have gone mad from the heat. No reprieve of cold popsicles and frosty glasses of ice water. No laughing on the sidewalk with an ice cream cone and a boy on your arm.
There was the bedroom, the biggest one. The mattress was still there, molted and rotted and falling apart. The curtains clung desperately to the broken rods, a tattered mess on the ground. The sun shone on them from the broken ceiling, warming their surface.
But the heat, too, soon dwindled. The sun fell behind the clouds, and the clouds turned to dark ink stains of blue and black and grey. Then it rained, relentlessly and brutally. The creeks filled up and covered everything, ripping plants out of their roots and sweeping animals downstream as they struggled to breathe. When at last it dried up, it had taken everything away. Every rock and bush and fox and mouse. All it left was the house. The faint lines that had once held a family. The peach tree where they swung. The oven that had baked pies and frozen casseroles. The table that held dinners and laughter and fights. Now it was empty. You glided through it all, soundless and motionless, nothing but an imprint soon to be washed away. It was so loud and beautiful. But soon enough, it started rotting from the inside.
When the floods pulled the dirt away, they revealed what was buried underneath. The skeleton of a mouse without its head. The skull of the father, jaw twisted too far to the right. The arm of the mother, crushed beyond repair. And the fractured skeletons of the children, all four of them, buried in the ground beneath the autumn leaves.
The grass bowed its head, and the amber leaves fell onto the molded mattress. It was autumn again, and the world held its breath as you drifted away. Everything was quiet and empty, just like it had been long ago.
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frenziedslashers · 1 year
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Wait, do you hunt for sport?
Nope! I hunt because I have six little brothers and getting a $35 deer permit where I get to keep all the deer meat is a lot cheaper than buying a whole cow or pig! We also raise chickens for the same reason (Eggs are expensive lmao). My dad is the one that goose and duck hunts, and he normally gets about his money met on that! Waterfowl hunting is a lot more expensive in my opinion and I personally don't have as much fun. Deer hunting I go with my grandpa so it's also a bonding experience for me.
I also have a very sensitive stomach. So, we always get our meat either locally from farmers and ranchers that we know. Or we hunt it because processed foods make me super sick. I'm pretty sick right now because I ate out all weekend and I've been paying for it the past two days with a horrible stomach ache.
I hate it when people solely hunt for sport unless they are still using all of the meat and the deer. We keep the liver, tongue, heart, and some other internal organs for fishing (catfish love them), and then the rest we leave in the field we got the deer for the wildlife to eat. Then the fur we donate to an organization that makes gloves and coats out of them for homeless veterans.
We always make sure that we are using all the meat and never hunt for sport. My great grandpa since he is a vet and a senior, he gets his permits for $5 during deer season. So he shoots extras and he gives them to families that he knows don't have a lot of money. It helps out a lot since deer season here is right before the holidays so they are always super thankful.
I do hunt though. Hunting is an important part of keeping deer and waterfowl populations down. Along with other animals that are allowed to hunt. If there are too many of said animals then they will cause a domino effect. Deer will eat all the grasses. Waterfowl will eat all the grain and destroy fields. It'll become a huge issue that will not only affect their own species but other species around them that shared their food source or used their food source to hide. So, that is why I hunt. I do it for food for myself and my family and also to help keep the population down so overpopulation does not occur.
I do work for Game and Parks, and I am studying to become a Game Warden/Conservation Officer and a Wildlife Biologist. So if you ever have any questions about it, feel free to ask. I love answering all of them :))
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aeoki · 1 year
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High and Low: The Centre of the Earth - Chapter 4
Location: Australian Land (Night) Characters: Tomoya, Hinata, Touri, Mitsuru & Sora
Season: Autumn Writer: Akira
TL Note:
For those who don’t know, Tetora calls Niki “Aniki” (lit. older brother), similar to how he refers to Anzu by calling her “Anzu no Anego” or “big sister”.
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Touri: The hellish meals we’re getting three times a day…
Tetora: Eheheh ♪ Alrighty, then “Chef Nagumo” is gonna announce today’s dish! I was thinking about it the whole time we were inside the bus~!
Tomoya: You looked the happiest while we were on the move, huh. You were grinning from ear to ear, checking the ingredients inside the fridge and taking notes.
Touri: Whenever we saw your happy face, we could imagine the next round of hell coming our way, so it looked like you weren’t depressed at all.
Tetora: Osu! I was at a loss in the beginning, but I’m slowly getting more and more excited about the school trip!
As I thought, we all need a bit of excitement in our lives! For me, that’s “cooking” – it’s something I’ve always watched Aniki[*] do on his TV shows when I was younger!
So tadaa! Here’s today’s dish! The appetiser is grilled fruits that Sora-kun and Mitsuru-kun found in the area!
Tomoya: Don’t tell me we’re starting off at the peak here.
Touri: There’s so much I wanna comment on.
Tetora: Ahh, I know you guys aren’t satisfied with that! Even I’d prefer grilled meat to vegetables or fruits!
Tomoya: No, that’s not where the issue lies.
Tetora: You’re right. When we went shopping back in the town earlier, we all put the stuff we liked in the shopping basket so…
We have a lot of meat and snacks, but we barely have any vegetables! If we keep on eating those, we’ll have a vitamin deficiency and it won’t be great for our health!
That’s why I asked Mitsuru-kun and Sora-kun to find stuff that would be high in vitamins!
Tomoya: There weren’t any shops along the road, after all. To get ingredients, we’ve got no choice but to find something in the area.
Mitsuru: Heheh, we did our best to find stuff, y’know! We brought over a bunch of stuff that might be good!
Sora: Yes! We got everything we could get our hands on that had an edible “colour” to it! Finding local ingredients was fun! Like playing a slow-living game!
Tomoya: I’m glad you had fun, but that’s no different from scavenging for food. We should confirm whether they’re actually edible or not at least.
Hinata: Hmm~ But no one has a botanical encyclopedia on them and we don’t have a smartphone to look things up.
Tomoya: If that’s the case, then I’d much rather put something certified from a store in my mouth.
Tetora: No! The environment we’re in changes all the time while we’re travelling and that can take a toll on our bodies, so it’ll be easy for our health to deteriorate!
We’ve gotta eat something nutritionally balanced! If you take your vitamins, you won’t even catch a cold!
Tomoya: That’s what I’m saying; we’ll just get sick if we ate grass that was plucked from a random spot. In the worst case, it might even be poisonous.
…Tetora? Are you listening to me?
Tetora: Heheheh~♪ I’ll remake the appetiser before I announce the next dish! While I’m making something else, feel free to nibble on that and ease your empty stomachs!
Touri: I smell something sickly-sweet… Are you really making an appetiser? You’re not making dessert, right?
Tomoya: Appetisers are just salads and stuff like that, right? Why is he grilling fruit?
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Tetora: Heating it up will disinfect it! Fire will purge anything! Heheheh, black flames are a mark of effort~♪
Hinata: Black flames? They’re clearly all burnt.
Sora: HaHa~ The flames aren’t black but the fumes are~♪
Tomoya: They’re burnt! The flames are way too strong!
Tetora: Osu! I’m a chef who’ll set everything ablaze! I’ll show you how a passionate man cooks!
Tomoya: You’re just badmouthing yourself, right!?
Tetora: Fufufu. The fruits are grilling smoothly and their sweet juice is coming out, so in goes the meat! This is the side dish: “A Manly Man’s Meat Boiled with Fruit”!
How’s this? I heard that soaking the meat in fruit juice will make it a bit softer~♪
Tomoya: So you only remembered bits and pieces of the recipe!? You should follow a recipe from start to finish next time.
Hinata: No one thought to bring a recipe book or something with us… Who would’ve thought we’d end up in this kinda situation, anyway.
Um, Tetsu-kun, I’ll lend a hand, if you’d like ♪
*Whispers* …If I make it instead of him, I might be able to stop him from making “something that’s close to being poisonous”.
Tetora: Ahh, I appreciate it! But you don’t have to, Hinata-kun! The kitchen is a chef’s sanctuary!
Hinata: It didn’t work, huh~...
Tetora: Heheh ♪ While I’m cooking the other ingredients, I’ll prepare the main dish too!
Look at this! It’s a fish I’ve never seen in Japan before! What do you think it’ll taste like~?
Hinata: I think anything you make will get scorched, so it’ll probably taste burnt.
Tetora: Hah! Taa! Take thaaat!
Hinata: Tetsu-kun, Tetsu-kun, why’re you punching the fish? Have you gone crazy?
Tetora: Meat gets soft when you hit it! The same should work for fish too…!
Hinata: You should take the scales off before you do that. You’ll hurt yourself, you know?
Tetora: It’s okay! I’ve built up resistance! I’ve trained my body to be a weapon…!
Hinata: No, I’m not worried about you. I’m worried we might get sick or injured.
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inappropriate-aunt · 1 year
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Hello everyone. Bit of a sad life update incoming. Could be very triggering to animal lovers and anyone dealing with grief so please don't feel like you have to read this. I understand completely. I just need to share. This isn't normally the kind of thing I would be able to read let alone write.
We adopted my dog Edward about 4 and a half years ago. Vet estimates placed his age around 3, 4, maybe 5. He was a strong boy. Lover of the simple, slow things in life. Laying in the grass listening to birds. Sleeping on the couch. Cuddling with his humans. Getting scratched behind the ears and pet vigorously. Eating his dental treat every night. Going for walks. He was so calm. He calmed down everyone around him. If you were sad or anxious, he could tell. He would come over to you and nuzzle your hand. He would paw at you until you snapped out of it and pet him. He would sit on you and you'd feel grounded and safe. He was undeniably clever. He was a special dog. I've never met another dog like him. So chill, so respectful, so good. We barely had to do any training. He was a perfect gentleman.
A few weeks ago, he got sick. He started coughing and being less interested in his food. It was subtle, but then he refused his favorite treat, so two days before Christmas we took him to the vet to get help. They put him on antibiotics, which we gave to him for two weeks, mixed into wet food. It seemed to help. He was eating again, playing, getting better.
We finished the antibiotics and he seemed okay. Needed to gain some weight but that's nothing a little peanut butter and other tasty treats couldn't fix. He had previously been considered a few pounds overweight at a vet visit, so I wasn't too worried. He was on the fast track back to health.
One week ago he stopped eating his food again. We took him back to the vet and they said they thought he had lymphoma. We had to wait three days for the cytology report. He snapped at them when they took the sample. He had never done that before. He loved the vet. He loved people. He never growled at anyone. He was always an absolute angel with strangers. He would bark at bikes, but never maliciously. He once rammed himself into someone on a bike and was absolutely thrilled that he stopped her and got her to pet him. The vet warned us that behavior changes could mean the cancer had spread to his brain already. They said this type can be treated with chemo, but that it comes on fast. They didn't offer any other possible diagnosis. Just cancer. They gave us pain meds and appetite stimulants, and sedatives for his next appointment.
Over the next few days his condition got worse. He lost coordination. He was stumbling around and bumping into things. Getting himself stuck in small places. He was having accidents in the house. He ate some wet food, then eventually rejected that too. We called the vet again. They suggested all kinds of food and gave us some to try. I got him to lick ice cream and peanut butter and pureed chicken off a spoon. It was slow going, but he would eat and I thought, maybe we have a chance to fight this thing. He got worse. He fell down the steps. We took him to the ER vet. They agreed it was likely cancer. There was no oncologist on staff that day, he would be back in Monday. The test result came back the next day, confirming lymphoma.
I just had to get him through the weekend so he could see the oncologist. But by Sunday he wouldn't take as much food. Sunday night he started tremoring. He was getting himself hurt just pacing. He had a hard time settling down. A few times throughout the weekend I got him to sleep with me. I wasn't sleeping much without him. We got naps here and there. I kept a constant eye on him. I fed him whenever he would take it. I wiped the goop out of his eyes. We blocked off places where he was getting stuck. I set up his crate again so he had a place where we could put him safely to rest. He tried sleeping in bed with us but he couldn't get comfortable. He wet the bed, he jumped out of it, he paced. Sunday night he began howling in pain. Even with the pain medicine in him. All I could do was pet him and tell him I was there.
Monday morning he had a seizure. We went back to the ER vet. He had two more seizures while being examined. He'd lost more weight. They explained it meant that the cancer was in his nervous system. It got to his brain. They told us we had to consider euthanasia. That we could try steroids but it wouldn't improve his quality of life. That the chemotherapy wouldn't work on cancer that had spread this far.
You guys, I know I don't actually know how old he was but he was too young for this. I only had him for a few years! He was my family, my boy. We were supposed to have more time. It happened so fast.
I would have given anything to save him. I was prepared to spend all our money, go into debt, do any kind of degrading thing to afford treatments. I wasn't even given the chance. I screamed. I cried.
All I ever wanted was for him to be healthy and live a long life with me. When he came into my life I knew he was meant to be there, with us, in our home that he loved. With people who loved him, and he loved us. I saw the love in his amber eyes every day. I did everything for him. I bought all this stuff for him. I tolerated work, and life, and everything horrible in the world because it meant I could buy more nice things for him, and spend time with him. He made the world a better place.
If the chemo had been able to help, I would have spent thousands on it. Even to just have one more week where he felt better. Felt like himself. The cancer took everything from him. Everything he loved. Eating, going for walks, sitting outside, cuddling for hours, sleeping- he didn't want much! He just wanted those things. Those simple pleasures. He couldn't do any of them.
I know we made the right decision, but I fucking hate it. I can't stop thinking about him. I remember how he smelled, how soft his fur was, how his tongue felt when he licked me. Never too many licks, just enough to let you know he cared.
I miss him so so much. I want to hold him again. I want him to lay his head on me because he sees that I'm crying. I want him to ask to go outside. I want him to paw me and accidentally leave a bruise. I want him back. I love him so much. He was my best friend. It hurts so so much. It's three am. I slept a little but I had to get out of bed. I don't want to wake my husband up with my crying. He would understand, but still, I want him to get sleep.
I can't believe I have to face the world without Edward in it. He deserved so much more.
I'm going to try to put as much love out into the world as he did. One day I know we will adopt another dog, and love them too. Because even though this hurts so much, I won't let it harden my heart. There are others out there who need me. Dogs and people. I'm still here. I can still help. I can be the good in the world that was taken from me. But I will always miss him. And I will always, always love him.
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woolandflax · 2 years
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My dog is acting weird, maybe sick
Note: I’m going to be talking a lot about gross dog vomit so if that irks you feel free to pass
Okay so I noticed my dog didn’t immediately eat her food this morning, which I found weird because she’s typically a very eager eater, but after waiting a few seconds she ate it like normal
This afternoon when I took her out she didn’t want to go back inside, which was weird again because she’s usually good about that and it was really hot today.
This evening she didn’t eat her dinner, and wouldn’t eat until after much coaxing. About 10 minutes after she ate she threw it all back up. She’s done this before if she ate too fast, but usually she eats it right back up (gross, but true). This time she just sort of stared at it and ate a little, but then threw that back up again. I didn’t let her touch it and cleaned that up too and haber her some water. Then she threw the water up.
Otherwise she seems fine, she was running around playing with the neighbor dog right before she threw up. Anybody know what’s bugging her? My guess is she ate something bad but I don’t know.
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- in her throw up I found a blade of grass and some small, bean sized pieces of chair cushion.
- last night a few spritzes of Bitter Cherry Chew Deterrent got in her mouth as I was trying to prevent her from eating my chair.
- she doesn’t have diarrhea
- she reminds me of how I was when I had bad water in Ecuador (throwing up when your stomach is empty)
- I don’t feel great either but I’m not throw-up sick
My guess is something upset her tummy and once she gets it all out she’ll feel better, but what do you think?
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smallbutters · 2 years
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Stargazing without any bugs
Despite knowing about it for a few weeks, the day you two planned to go stargazing came without warning. Unless you count marking it on your calendar as a warning; or setting reminders on your phone a warning. Then you had multiple warnings. No matter - it was today, and you were ready as you will ever be. 
You had gone about the whole day pacing around your apartment, changing clothes, trying to stay calm, then pacing around some more. You hadn’t heard from them all day - and it was killing you. Had they changed their mind about tonight? It was their idea to meet outside of the city and, as they put it, ‘get away from stuff’; so they wouldn’t have randomly canceled. You could barely touch the dinner you had prepared, the butterflies inside you killing whatever appetite you had. As you were cleaning off your plate, you heard your phone chime; as dumb as it sounds, you could feel the vibration of it inside you. Rushing to check it (and almost dropping the plate in the process), the familiar feeling of that anxiety-inducing warmth spread over you. 
Astro-not
Just got in the taxi, heading there now!
You
Finishing dinner - I’ll be leaving v shortly
Astro-not
hehehe
‘hehehe’? What did that mean? God, they always knew how to confuse you. But in all honesty, you were just confusing yourself. At the end of the day, you had brought this upon yourself. You had always fallen fast and fallen hard, even when it felt like it came from nowhere. Sure, they had always lent you their notes, and covered for you when your professor called on you for a hard question. When you met in the campus store in the unholy hours of the night, and they paid for your cup of coffee and box of toaster pastries, that was just a good deed. And even tonight was just them needing help with work - they had missed class for a few days, and wanted to catch up. They must have still been a little sick when they asked, why else would their face be a little pink? Yeah, you were definitely overreacting.
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The meeting spot was a little further out than you were thinking when they had told you about it all those weeks ago; you could barely see the city in your rearview anymore. Not that you minded, the quiet was good for the soul. The sunset was violently bright, the deep reds and oranges blinding you as you stepped out of your car - almost keeping you from seeing their silhouette standing on the hill. Almost. And you thanked whoever was watching you from above that you didn’t miss it. Their eyes were closed, which gave you ample time to totally not be creepy and watch them. The rays of sun illuminating every nook and cranny of their face, seemingly holding it gently. You never thought you’d be jealous of the sun. They held themselves loosely as they basked in the setting sun - you silently promised yourself that if you ever got the chance, you’d hold them tighter. You must have been standing there for too long, absorbed in your thoughts, because you didn’t notice when they turned and saw you. Or notice how their breath caught just a little as they realized you were looking at them.
“Hey hey! You gonna stand there? Or are we going to do this?” 
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It was nice catching up after not seeing each other for a few days. They talked your ear off, rambling about how their cat ate too much grass and then threw it up, how grossed out they were when they had to clean it up, and how they knew how their cat was likely eating too much grass right now. You two laughed together - they were totally right.
“Anyways, what did I miss in class? I have a feeling professor Jay called on you again to ask about things you have no way of knowing?” They asked, reminding you that you were actually supposed to be doing productive things.
“Of course he did - I still think that he’s some sort of academically-powered sadist.” You said, getting a small chuckle in return. “But you didn’t miss all that much, we covered more theories on gravity, and whether or not it could change overtime.”
“Oooo! Did that one frat guy ask something dumb like ‘can it make me get better gains’?” They asked - and it was a little sad to say no, even though that one frat guy totally would ask something like that.
 You two laughed and chatted, and those feelings from earlier only strengthened as the sky darkened and slowly began to glow in starlight. You tried your very hardest to be subtle about them, but you’ve never been the best at hiding things - especially from them. You didn’t know if it was because you made them obvious, or if they just knew you really well. Maybe both. 
But tonight seemed to be worse, with no class to fake pay attention to when you got caught staring, or a city to distract them. 
“Is everything okay? You keep looking at me with a dumb face.” They asked.
“I hate to break it to you - but that dumb face is just how I look.” You said, trying to mask your embarrassment from being caught with dry wit.
“You know that’s not what I meant; you have a dumb expression on.” They responded with an eye roll. “Wait, I don’t have a bug on my face, do I?!” Panic was clear in their voice - they were always scared of bugs.
“What? No - I promise there are approximately zero bugs on your face.” Another mask.
“Then what’s with that look? It’s too focused for you - are you checking for bugs?” They were still worried about those damn bugs - too involved in that to think about why you were looking so intensely at them. In a way, you were thankful.
“I will be now, if that helps.” You responded, a little happy that you now had an excuse to keep being creepy.
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The night grew darker and colder, but neither of you seemed to mind. The conversation calmed a little, with an occasional break for admiring the stars. You regularly checked for bugs, as you promised. But every time you went to check, they were already looking at you - were they also checking for bugs?
“Now you’re doing it!” You said, breaking the silence, and seemingly scaring them.
“What? I’m not doing anything! I’m just…” They trailed off, not meeting you in the eyes.
“Bull - I keep catching you watching me! You don’t need to check me for bugs - they don’t bother me.” You said in an attempt to reassure them. It didn’t seem to work.
“Am not! And bugs don’t get you, you’re too cold so they don’t see you as food.” They said, trying to divert the attention from them totally staring at you. Again, it didn’t seem to work.
“Okay, first off ouch, secondly, if you’re not checking for bugs then what the hell are you doing? You’re too quiet - you’d usually be going off about constellations or something.” You asked, despite the feeling you had deep down that you knew why they were looking.
“What? I’m not that annoying about space! And I told you, I’m just-” They stopped, trying to think of a good comeback. “Well maybe, I’m looking at you because you’re looking at me!” 
“What in the world does THAT mean? That’s such a kindergarten thing to say.” You said, really hoping that they meant what you thought they meant.
“Well why can’t I look at you? You can look at me, so why can’t I do the same?”
“Because you don’t know why I’m looking at you, and you can’t do things without a reason.” You said.
That stupid, anxious warmth was back in your chest. It was stupid to feel it - as much as you wanted it, even though you dream of it nightly, you two didn’t see each other in the same light. You knew it; they were just a nice person, treating everyone they know with this sweetness. And you were just a dumbass lying about checking them for bugs.
“Then why are you looking at me?” 
You didn’t respond. What were you supposed to say? Another lie about bugs, so you hide your feelings? The truth - that you swear on your life that they aren’t from this world, that you got jealous of the sun for being closer to them then you are?
“Are you looking at me-” they scooted closer, (or was it your imagination?) - “for the same reason I’m looking at you?”
Your eyes shot up, meeting theirs. Those butterflies that stole your dinner earlier were back, but much stronger. This had to be a misunderstanding - you were just overreacting again. Thinking too hard about things and twisting them into what you want. Your words seemed to be caught in your throat (if they were even there to begin with), a spell of silence falling over you both again. You didn’t know how long you two were looking at each other, searching in the others’ eyes for something that you didn’t know. Would you know when you found it?
“You’re weird.” You spoke up, saying the first coherent thought you had, even though it wasn’t any good. “I mean-” You sighed, “I don’t think you know what that means.”
“If you don’t think I know, then you must know right?” They responded, “So then tell me. What does it mean?”
“That…” You stopped. “That you and I…” 
You internally cringed at yourself. Why couldn’t you say anything? They looked at you expectedly, and your first good idea of the night came.
Maybe talking wasn’t your thing.
“You.. you have a little something right there” You said, pointing to no place in particular.
You didn’t let them respond before you leaned in, holding their cheek lightly. Your lips made contact with their skin and you prayed they couldn’t feel your heart literally explode. You didn’t know someone could have such kissable cheeks - was the other one like this too? You really hoped you’d get the chance to find out.Their breath hitched slightly, making you worry you had gone too far. Staying for a few seconds before pulling back, you tried to calm your heart, but with little success. You were still closer than before. 
“Oh- ” They sighed out, “That’s what you mean.”
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Me: zero seire finished (I say it again so that I don't feel bad) but in short there will be a skip and if they want an ark, I say there will be woring because very real zombie act a eat someone body or rude act a code blood going one and same bit more real gore mean and spik out's
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Woring: dys act a expleing been a zombie act like eat chader or eat someone body/ blood staws act a more real code ditals heppend or more a handel insanety like blood epilepsy and elements been too real heppend/ rude act a been too mean and onesly
To cut a long story short, I have a big skip because another Vivi is alive, that is, the red one with eyes, very pigmented and what was on her eyes were some yellow particles, they are not yellow particles, they are the burnt forehead of another robot and she looks at it very relaxed.because eno is ok, nothing happened to him (because eno is a guy/man) but yes, it's a mess of a robot burning alive, but they put more grass or something (yes, it's an open pershet cage, but they covered it with something glass so that it wouldn't count, etc., and what else is it, it's wheaten and it burned it, you did it inside because there was a garage and how so that they don't have too much frends) because something happened to Vivi normally, she paid off so much that they ate her food and she also gave her a plate to do something with herself and food if he liked it because he doesn't much care about her.
but he keeps an eye on it only in his own militant war tones way but it's just a little bit like he got poisoned by the robot's mess as food a gif hem little sick but okey a take care
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me: but it seems like the colonel did something because he banned something, they went crazy and started destroying the farm or, what else, committing suicide without doing anything because zamast colonel be a good guy that hello, they did it the other way around, that he took the tails on himself and they lost it otherwise, it's hard that Iris had a little torn dress and a right, denuded face (iris is alive but there are scratches and a broken leg get)
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Offical epic note: 11.02.2024.r
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11.12.23 Sunday
3:38 am
Happy Blessed Sunday!!!
I still have windblow... I feel hurt... I feel bitter... I don't understand... It seems there is a windblow cry, literally cry not a sex moan.
I wanna leave the hometown... I'm hurting in this hometown...I never grow since 2007... Someone planned everything from the start... A playful mind took something from here from the start...
Still, thinking of money and job...
I wanna leave the hometown... I wanna leave this hometown... I never see myself growing old here happy....
Those people in the rituals time will come a fire as in a literally will be there with them and they will burn until they become ashes.
People in that rituals are not pure and not joining their fake hearts... They don't take it seriously but harm people... Time will come there will be a powerful one to burn them there to turn into ashes...
I really wanna leave the hometown... I wanna get and see and talk to Borgy but I don't know how...
Still, I'm jealous of some things that I don't know...
I still feel fat,ugly and wrinkled....I wanna travel and leave this hometown...I'm just hurting for 16 years.
They planned everything without my knowledge... They planned everything without me asking if I'm ohkay.
Strange, I FEEL JEALOUS ON THINGS THAT I DON'T KNOW...
I wanna travel and leave this hometown... They just damage my entire future....
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5:06 am
I still have windblow... I feel bitter... I feel so ugly and old without a future...
I hate this trap here in Cavite, they kidnapped me since 2007!
I feel bitter and I'm worrying so much... I feel jealous which I don't know why...
10:28 am
I still feel jealous which I don't know why... I feeel so jealous...
1:14 pm
Done,eating lunchie and if I'm here in the house I take care of them and even if I'm working, I'm taking care of them most specially my nana... We can't hire an assistant that I used to have... I had my own yaya before... So,I'm having a hard time these days and I feel so ugly!
We have financial tight budgeting now and I badly need a money and job... Hate being trapped by someone I don't know or not even on my mind...
16 years too long for me being kidnapped by them and I can't grow...
I still wanna see Borgy for something,I wanna have him and talk to him... This is something a reality thing.
I feel bad around 3 am I accidentally scratched my left arm and I have long nails then some skin peeled of then I trimmed my nails. I put an ointment on that peeled skin.
Hmm... So, it is a chill time but not my ideal LIFE. Still, wanna see, talk and see Borgy. I have to work and do something for myself...
I have personal plans... For now will walk in call center and I have so many personal plans. Still, I wanna perfect my nose and work and buy Starbucks everyday.
So, probably will try to sing later again on wesing it is just a hobby now and my voice lowered coz of the latest songs that I'm trying to learn. Raps songs are usually lowered tone so when I tried singing my original piece I had have a hard time. Plus, I got sick it was somehow a heavy bacteria that Streptococcus that I got in Iqor plus from the mouth of Miles... Plus, I'm awake at night... So, singing just to chill but I love stretching my voice and mastering a song. It is my art within me...
But I don't have an expensive high quality headset now, so that is the sad part of my life these days... I need a new mobile...
Hmm....These days in reality people need 2 to 3 phones if you are so into app addiction or having a hobby of making friends virtually.
1:51 pm
I went out to buy coffee and a black nail polish... It is the start of my punk persona, even in a lil while...
Then, I saw Lhen or Ate Lhen the woman who helped us here to cut a grass but I figured out she is just 30 years old, so I'm a decade older and 2 years... I asked her again if she is really decided to gain weight and she said yes! I asked her if she's ohkay? She looks sad but answering me that she is ohkay but her facial expression is somehow a scary blank question mark???
I saw her legs were skinny and beautiful before but these days she got some small scars and her legs became plump and she gained a belly fat... I asked her where is your bf? Does your bf want you to be fat? She said yeah! I said you look good before then I stopped asking, I just smiled. She said that her husband is the one selling the food meal at the FOREMOST STORE. Her story became a confusion to me...
From last week she told me that her new bf told her that he will only love her if she will become a fat woman... Weird! I'm curious on that kind of bf...
2:07 pm
I need to get my Philhealth by tomorrow in Savemore. Hmm..
But I already gave my previous ID in Iqor but the address was on the house of my biological father in Taytay, Rizal... I will just update them coz I was with my biological father few years back and I worked in the hospital as admitting clerk.My permanent address is really here in my fucking hometown in Dasma. CAVITE.
Still, I wanted to leave and transfer in ilocos... For real!!!
2:51 pm
It is just sad if Lalah ( our aspin) will die in a lil while but hope and pray not... I observed her ways that she sleeps on parts of the garden that looks like she is preparing to sleep forever.
She always look straight into my eyes and a very faithful dog to me... But I don't have money to give her meds or treat her... It is just sad... It will be sad for me... It is really sad for me that I don't have extra money to save her...
The last time I thought my son-dog will die at his early age, I prayed and cried but I planned to bring him on the private pet hospital here... How will I pay for it? Call me crazy, I don't know... But will surely bring him there if ever but I'm praying to the God's of good and evil to save my son-dog always.
9:48 pm
I have windblow and I feel bitter... Thinking of money and job... I need to buy my ferrous sulfate and some stuff that are still considered basics needs...
Not my ideal LIFE with Uncle Jun and most specially with Uncle DD couldn't give enough assistance..
It is so sad... It is so sad... It is so sad...
11:20 pm
Another sad thing...
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ms134340 · 6 months
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i’ve never seen a human body so frail and dry and weak. just skin and bones, to the point where i think i might break her every time i move her. her lips are chapped and bruised, no matter how much lip balm i put on them. she takes a minute or two to form a full sentence, and she can’t type in her phone password fast enough before it puts itself to in sleep mode.
she cried and said she didn’t understand why this was happening to her. i wanted to tell her that i didn’t either, but we have to be positive around her. she thinks we’ll forget about her when we inevitably have to put her in a long term care facility. i couldn’t imagine ever forgetting about her. she said she can’t sleep. i wanted to tell her i couldn’t either, as if that would make her feel better. i walked back to my car and cried on my steering wheel for who knows how long.
i feel so guilty that i can’t stomach seeing her like this, yet the rest of my family can and has to.
i feel guilty that i keep thinking she won’t make it much longer. i should be optimistic, but it’s impossible for me to be when i see her in this state. i have no one to talk to about it, and that’s my own fault. i feel guilty that i’m not able to give her any more grandkids, or that she might not live to meet them. she might not even live to meet the next, and hopefully last, person i end up being in love with, maybe even marrying. i’m scared she won’t be around for it. i know she knows how much i struggle being alone, and i don’t want her only remembering the bad parts about me.
i’m slowly feeling like there are only bad parts of me left.
i remember going to my grandmother’s grave one day a couple of years ago, when my mom first got sick, and it was a random feeling that i needed to go. i told no one i went, and did it on a whim. i sat in the grass and ate lunch with my grammy, and before i left, i begged and cried and asked her not to take my mother. that i wasn’t ready to lose her. a week after i did that, my grandfather, my grammy’s husband, my mother’s dad, died. it was the absolute worst feeling in the world. i revisited that grave a week later for his funeral. and now i’m scared that if i ever go again, something terrible will happen. i’m scared my mom will go, too.
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