#food is the least important thing in a survival situation but it helps get them awake and paying attention to their surroundings

[homesweetgoodneighbor]

As the holidays speed towards us like a bullet train, here are more ways to support/survive the fiber artist in your life. (You might as well print and save these, because we fiber artists will never learn our lesson.):

DO:

Make them stop each day before they hurt themselves. @gootspatrol made mention of this in a comment and I added it to a reblog, but I want to say it again because it is fucking IMPORTANT. All fiber arts are pretty much repetitive stress injuries waiting to happen. People think our crafts are easy peasy and have no clue that even "easy" things can also injure a body if done too much for too long. Do not work through the pain, folks. It absolutely will come back to haunt you.

Tell them to step back and work on another project if they are getting frustrated with the one they are currently working. I promise you we ALL have multiple projects going. Sometimes a project is just being fucking argumentative, and the situation devolves into such cussing and threats that anyone overhearing will be sure you live with a serial killer. Putting it down and doing another for a while, or at least until that one also becomes the bane of our existence, always helps.

Remind them their bladder exists and isn't meant to be ignored. Yes, I know that sounds silly, but many fiber artists already have ADHD, and we are notorious for ignoring bodily processes. Forgettingto eat is one thing, but much as we'd love to, we can't will our bladders to go away.

From time to time gush at how amazing their project is looking. Your fiber artist will always invariably say "It sucks sweaty donkey balls. I want to set fire to it, but I spent too much damn money on it." Ignore that. They say that because none of us can take compliments. Inside we are squeeing that you noticed. (Note: Be genuine or say nothing at all. We can sense false praise faster than a cat can hear the canned food being opened.)

Be a buffer towards those who do not understand. Tell those who dismiss your loved one's work as anything other than "hard work filled with love" to fuck all the way off. Do feel free to be creative when doing so. You will immediately be a super hero and probably prevent that other person from having their brains ripped out through their nostril by a crochet hook.

DON'T:

Laugh when we say "Next year I will start earlier/make less/buy gift cards instead." Yes, we know we are just kidding ourselves and living in denial. It's a design flaw in a fiber artist's nature. Just hug us and move on.

Have a calendar counting down the days to the holiday they are working towards. Do not even mention time. Doing so will send them spiraling into an almost barbaric berserker frenzy. They will become the whirling dervish of the cartoon Tasmanian devil with fiber and notions being flung about. There is high probability you will be sucked into it and put to work. Unless you feel up to being conscripted into detangling a ramen noodle pile of yarn, sorting thread, or being used as a dress form dummy every ten minutes, just keep your mouth shut.

Play the "Let's mess up their counting by nonchalantly telling a story of our ancestor in 1583 who had 5 goats and worked 50 hours a week and made 100 clocks that told 20 different times..." Look, fiber artists are willing to do something that is so repetitive as to be injurous. Do you think a few more of such actions to turn you into a tasteful decoration will discourage them? Remember: we work with fiber, and a noose is nothing but a bunch of fibers twisted together and tied into a neat knot. Don't fuck with us.

Love y'all! Please take care of yourselves! Be safe and I hope to see lots of pics of finished projects!

#fiber arts #fiber crafts #crochet #knitting #embroidery #sewing #hand sewing #weaving

[naffeclipse]

Apex Polarity Personality Quiz

This is a small little thing for fun I made in order to have an excuse to make more things for Apex Polarity and its wide aurora of AUs and variations on setting and Y/Ns.

1. Claws, teeth, ravenous appetite, equally as devouring gaze.

To you these qualities describe -

A. A dangerous wild animal

B. Potential husband

C. The stalker who keeps leaving dead things at your address

D. All of the above

E. Are you in danger?

F. Circle if you need help

G. Yes

2. What you look for most in a partner

A. Obsessive feral devotion

B. Good with kids

C. Humble

D. Passionate

E. Good hunter

F. Bear trap level cuddler

G. Serial mental note taker on everything you say and do

H. Overprotective to a fault, perhaps very much at a fault.

3. Your favorite pastime.

A. Immersion in nature and being out in the wilderness

B. A cold dip in the sea

C. Basking in the sun

D. Acting like you're a dolphin

E. Curling up in a warm space

F. Spending quality time with your loved ones

G. The joys of parenthood

4. Your preferred superpower (totally not escape methods)

A. Teleportation

B. Super speed

C. Invisibility

D. Shapeshifting

5. Your favorite animal/animal you resonate with the most

A. Arctic fox, phantomlike and swift, hiding behind snowdrifts when danger stirs. Your instinct is to avoid the grip of vices no matter how tempting, except perhaps if your stomach is involved.

B. Penguin, despite the cold weather and unforgiving ice, you are soft at your epicenter, from inside it radiates, and like a mirror you are equally as besotted by that which is as innocent and gentle.

C. Beluga, spun sweet and melodic, on your voice is carried the play of heartstrings like the gentle waver of quivering arctic waters and dancing sunlight. You sing and although it is fearless, the depths do not murmur in vain.

D. Seal, eccentric and woven into everything you do, you tend to stumble over your nerves but when in your element you are freed from all anxieties. The world may have taught you caution but In time you may learn to embody this grace wholly.

E. Narwhal, reclusive but mystical at the same time, perilously shy, and gentle but possessing fierce zeal in dire situations. Unfortunately, your likeness to a unicorn is reflected in others and far from many intentions are pure.

6. What is the most valuable in your eyes

A. Sentimental things even long years after they've run dry of their practical use

B. Shiny objects like rocks and trinkets

C. Natural wonders and displays of the world's phenomena

D. Food and guaranteed survival

E. Companionship

Score

Count how many like numbers you get (aka, all 4s, 2s, etc) and group them to find how many you got each. The highest quantity number is the winner.

(Important!) - Some answers can have multiple numbers assigned to them, in order of most indicative to least. Add these as well, their order has no meaning or weight on the score itself unless a tie occurs.

Further Explanation Guide

- Totaling - Count the amount of each number separately to see which one got the highest amount, if you get 7 4s, 2 3s, 4 1s and 6 2s, 4 is the winning number because there are the most 4s.

Example - Answered D on 1, D has the numbers 1, 4, and 3. Therefore you would add each a 1, 4 and 3 to the pool of numbers for your result.

- Ties - If you get a tie you use the highest favor number of each answer to settle it, or you can enjoy your multiple results. The most favored number is always the first listed.

Answer Guide

- 1. Claws, teeth, ravenous appetite, equally as devouring gaze. To you these qualities describe -

A - 4, 3 | B - 3, 4 | C - 2, 1, 4 | D - 1, 4, 3

E - 4, 1, 2 | F - 1, 2, 4 | G - 4, 3

- 2. What you look for most in a partner

A - 4 | B - 3, 1, 4, 2 | C - 3, 2, 4 | D - 4, 1

E - 3, 1, 2 | F - 3, 2 | G - 4, 1 | H - 2, 1, 3

- 3. Your favorite pastime

A - 4, 3, 1, 2 | B - 3, 2 | C - 2 | D - 3, 1

E - 4, 2, 3 | F - 3 | G - 3

- 4. Your preferred superpower (totally not escape methods)

A - 4 | B - 3 | C - 2 | D - 1

- 5. Your favorite animal/animal you resonate with the most

A - 1 | B - 3 | C - 1, 2| D - 2 | E - 4, 1

- 6. What is the most valuable in your eyes

A - 4, 3 | B - 1, 3 | C - 4 | D - 1, 2, 3 | E - 3, 2, 4

Results

📷 Polar Y/N - Mostly 4s

🐧 Harpy Y/N - Mostly 3s

🦭 Selkie Y/N - Mostly 2s

🧜 Siren Y/N - Mostly 1s

Let me know if anything felt inaccurate or incorrect. I tried my best while still not reading much of AP because of mental health issues making it really too taxing to read a lot like as in books or fanfiction etc. Most of this is based on the various AU posts for Apex Polarity. You can adjust stuff if you feel like it doesn't fit.

#hey i hope it's okay that i made this a poll!!! #i'm just so enthralled by this!!! #i would love to see the results from everyone! #your number and tallying system is interesting #it took me a minute but when I figured it out I really enjoy it! #i like that the answers can have aspects of each possible result #it feels more real that way! #anyways thanks i love this #apex polarity #inkofheart #poll

[kukkakisu]

Lend me your life.

Words; 1455 Content warnings; Death, thoughts of death/self-harm, abandonment, descriptions of a mask attaching itself to an employee A look into CC's last moments alive before he turned into a Masked.

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How long had it been?

Keeping track of time was the least of CC's concerns, yet when there was nothing but the silence of the mansion walls to keep them company, they couldn't help but wonder. How much time had passed? Hours? Days?

Their fingers pressed against the colorful Rubix cube they had picked up some time ago, turning it idly as they stared at the ceiling. There was no intent to solve it, it was just a distraction to occupy their mind. To give them something to do. Something to focus on.

It was strange to notice how small things became so important to your survival, once you were stuck in a grim situation. Even so, CC was nearing their limits.

At first, they had tried to find their crewmates. They had felt worried, but after some time that worry morphed into fear. Even so, they wanted to believe in them and not lose hope. Surely they wouldn't have left them here? I mean, nobody would just abandon a new intern on a desolate moon, right? And even if there was a reason for them to leave, they'd come back. They'd…

The movement of CC's hands stopped and the cube slipped, clattering lightly as it fell on the wooden floor. Who were they kidding? They weren't coming and they knew that damn well. As CC lay still, they felt their chest get uncomfortably tight. Tears made their way up to their eyes and they struggled to keep them from pouring down. There wasn't even anyone to hear them cry, yet they wanted to hold it in so badly-- just to prove to the others that they were strong enough. Capable of doing more than just messing up.

CC knew their crew was likely disappointed with them. They made a lot of mistakes and weren't as quick, efficient, or strong as the rest. CC couldn't do as much as they did. No matter how much they had tried, it just wasn't enough. Maybe they had finally lost their patience and decided to leave them here so they could find someone new… Not that CC would get to know what they thought now.

They had oxygen but… For how long? And what about food and water? Not to mention the stories of dangerous creatures that could be lurking inside this mansion. No matter how they looked at it, they weren't making it out alive.

It was a scary thought. Yet at the same time, it was something they were starting to hope for. Being stuck here alone was far worse than dying to something swiftly. They didn't want to be alone.

Sure, they had found a few items to keep them company but it wasn't enough. They craved a human connection. Someone to listen to, or someone to talk to. The silence was overwhelming and talking to themselves could only get them so far.

The spiraling thoughts were finally enough to make the warm tears drop down their cheeks. Instinctively, they reached to wipe them, only for their hand to collide with the helmet's visor. Ah. Right. They couldn't take it off. It was the thing that was keeping them alive. Silent breaths grew heavier at their frustration and soon enough CC found themselves sobbing loudly. They wanted to take this stupid helmet off. They couldn't take this anymore.

Their cries were interrupted by a sound. A first they had heard in a long while. Laughter. A low chuckle. It made them go quiet and jolt up. What was that? Did they imagine it? They shook their head as they sniffled. They must have been finally losing their mind. But then they heard it again. A longer chuckle. The voice was deep and distorted yet despite the eerie tone, it felt oddly gentle. CC's eyes focused on one of the items that were on the floor beside them. A white comedy mask. The noise had to come from that, they were certain of it.

"Are you… Trying to comfort me?" CC reached for the mask, picking it up. As if replying to their question, a muffled laugh came from it. At this point, they didn't care if it was a delusion or not. It was comforting. They wanted this. They needed this. They broke down into a sob once more and held the mask carefully against their chest.

"Thank you…"

Eventually, they let their body lay back on the ground and held the mask above them. They wondered if it was more than just an item and if it had seen and heard everything that had happened from the very moment they had picked it up from the main hall's staircase. They exhaled through their nose in amusement at the thought. Yep. They were losing their mind. There was no way any of these items were sentient. Still… If the thought comforted them and kept them going for a bit longer, it was worth it to entertain it.

Without thinking, they brought the mask closer to their visor. It was a neat looking thing, now that they had a closer look at it. They wondered how it had remained in such a pristine condition if this moon and its manor had been abandoned years ago.

A strange sound interrupted CC's thoughts. Muffled mutters. Chatters. As if something was talking underwater. Many voices distorting into one. And then…

The mask lit up and pressed itself against their helmet. It shattered the glass of their visor, pushing itself into their skin. They shut their eyes and their body convulsed at the intense pain. Something was burning into their face. Dulling their mind as it sank deeper and deeper. Like a wave that engulfed you into the depths of the ocean. Eating them away, bit by bit. It felt painful and all of their nerves burned in desperate resistance as their body continued to twitch. Yet somehow, something about it was… Peaceful. Like slowly falling into a comfortable dream. With each passing second, their movements started to slow down and they felt calmer and calmer. They should have continued to fight it, but they didn't. They had accepted their fate. They were willing to let go. And so, they let that comfortable stillness hold them like a blanket until everything finally went dark. CC's eyes remained closed and they fell into a soothing dream. One where they were safe. One where they wouldn't feel pain. One, which they would never wake up from.

Employee 115: [Life support: OFFLINE]

While one faded away into the depths, another surfaced.

With a sharp gasp, the body moved again. It was strange, to be something that could move on its own accord as it pleased. As expected, it wasn't an easy task to do. After all, how could you know if you had never done it before? With a wobbly movement, he pushed himself up to sit. The floor felt cold under his gloved hands. What a strange sensation. As his gaze wandered, he took in the room he was in. Dimly lit. Pleasant to the eye. His gaze eventually found the cube lying next to him and he picked it up. What a colorful, curious thing. Something about it made him feel warm. What was this feeling? He wasn't sure, but it felt important. He wanted to keep this. Mimicking what his host had done a moment ago, he pressed the item close to his chest and held it gently like a treasured friend. He was confused by how this body felt and moved but wanted to honor the person who had given it to him. He had been watching. He had seen the way the intern had been treated. And he had seen how they had treated his mask. They were kind. Their crew was not. He was unsure if his compassion was his alone or the result of inhabiting a body with such a sensitive mind. Was this how it felt to feel?

Overwhelmed by the intensity of the newly discovered emotions, he found himself sobbing. Red liquid dripped from the mask and stained its white surface as his muffled sounds echoed in the empty room.

It was ironic to take a life for yourself, only to feel just as lost and alone as they must have felt. Even so, in his mind, an equal exchange was made. They were granted the peace they wanted and he was given the freedom that he craved. While the unknown was frightening, this was what he wanted. He would figure things out. He would learn. He would live. For him. For them.

With a quiet, strained voice the newly formed Masked finally spoke his first words.

"Thank you… For lending me… Your life."

#lethal company oc #masked oc #ocstuff #dropping some Copycat lore and skittering away #there might be some grammar mistakes since I'm not a native English speaker but I'm happy with how this turned out #it's been a while since I've written longer things like this #I might write some continuation to this later #Or just like general adventures of Copycat type of stuff

[khensaptah]

Heyo! New to kemetic paganism, and a little less new to witchcraft. But what would be your advice for newbies building praxis? I know this is probably a SUPER common question, I'm just kind of in the absorption-of-knowledge phase and was curious. Thanks!

Always feel free to ask "common" or newbie questions! We are all new to this once, and every Kemetic has a different take on what praxis should look like, and those takes will change with time. My practice as a Kemetic Humanist is a mixture of historically informed devotional work, personal mysticism, and Seen world work to promote ma'at and fight isfet.

In that vein, the three things that I suggest to new Kemetics:

Read. A lot.

Develop a gratitude practice.

Volunteer.

Reading

Even if your practice isn't reconstructionist focused, there is so much out there to learn about Kemeticism! Blogs and social media and old forum posts are everywhere; books aimed at folks with lay person interest in Egyptology are easier to come by in bookshops; and articles and more heavy reading are accessible through both physical and online libraries.

Reading is a conversation with the author. If it's your book (or an ebook!) highlight things! Leave notes! If something really speaks to you, post a quote on your blog (or other place you like to hold onto tidbits, like a journal). This is especially important for online resources, which can disappear at any time. Write reviews if that's your jam! Once you start feeling more comfortable with your basic knowledge, read things by people who you disagree with, or whose sources are only so-so. You'll be surprised what you can learn from them. I am currently learning a lot while arguing with a book on the Pyramid Texts!

You can also learn a lot by reading from adjacent practices (religions from the Levant, the Mediterranean, and from other African nations all influenced ancient Egypt; likewise ancient Egypt influences modern Coptic and Islamic practices in Egypt; ) or even vastly different religions (every time I learn something about Shinto, I feel like I learn more about Kemeticism).

Gratitude

Now, this might seem a little out there, but one of the best things I ever did for my practice was steal this neat trick from @tybarbary. Make a list of ten things you're grateful for every day (or at least, every time you have a bad day). Sometimes, this really sucks. Some days are terrible. Things can be repetitive (I cannot say how many times the ten things have been a list of every pet or lover in my life). BUT.

Listing those things is great for your mental health. Mental wellness is ma'at; it's so important to do what you can to maintain balance inside your heart. These things also become a list of offerings. In times where you might not have much to give, you will have your gratitude to offer the Netjeru, and this too will feed them.

The second thing this does is help build a daily practice. If you're checking in once a day to celebrate your victories in life, it becomes easier to add more steps. Habits build off each other. If you already have a habit of making a gratitude list, it's easier to light a candle or incense before hand. It becomes easier to work in heka or more formalized rituals as part of that.

Volunteering

The core of this religion is ma'at: the balance of the world; all that is right and true. Kemeticism is not apolitical: it is about trying to bring the Seen world back to that moment of harmony that existed in Zep Tepi, and doing that over and over again.

Pick a cause. There's millions of them, but pick just one. Get as small and local as you can. And see what you can do to help. It doesn't have to be a lot! We are all trying to survive under capitalism and facism, and we all have unique circumstances that compound the situation. But try and do something small to help your cause once a month (more if you can).

My personal favorite causes to look for, because literally every neighborhood has them are food or housing justice organizations (this doesn't have to be a formal organization, it can be as simple as a micropantry or a facebook group for folks who need a safe space to crash for a night) or mutual aid organizations (mutual aid isn't always financial. Sometimes folks need help with tasks of daily living, or to borrow an item, or someone who understands how [your niche interest or skill here] works).

Bring the light of the gods into your world. This too is an offering!

Hope some of this will be helpful for you! Thanks again for the question!

#kemetic paganism #kemetic polytheism #kemetic fandom #kemeticism #kemetic #kemeticism for beginners #egyptian polytheism #egyptian paganism #kemetic humanism #asks

[abodyfarm]

i dont know if you wanted a genuine answer to the what the fuck do we do question but i wanted to respond bc you brought up some good points

protesting and mutual aid hasnt overthrown the government yes but theyre something we should keep doing, keep doing better and keep doing more of. building community support is so important if/when things go completely to shit. a support system when the government is either actively hostile towards the people or indifferent to people’s needs is essential. the gov is hostile to certain people already (homeless people, poc, indigenous people, queer folks etc) and these things help even when they dont seem like theyre doing much! theyre keeping people alive one more day and that is an accomplishment in a society that wants to extinguish people

you said you cant really do anything while being 16 but thats not true at all. institutions want everyone particularly children teens and other oppressed people to feel powerless and be helpless so they can keep doing what theyre doing but now is the time to learn skills, learn anything that can help you down the road — survival skills, gardening, medical skills like first aid, self defense, how to protest, community building skills. get other people your age involved if they want and invite ur friends to learn and do things that point the world in a direction you’d like. learn your community and local outdoor environment, they can teach you a ton about your surroundings. making connections is very crucial bc it breaks down the illusion of each person as an island separate from everyone else.

is there any local group, club, event or workshop you can become a part of? join that! tbh what ive found out is that revolution isnt always tearing things down. sometimes its planting a garden. sometimes its giving your hungry friends food. sometimes its sitting at the library and reading. sometimes its protesting inside capital buildings, sometimes its marching, sometimes its riots. its always about looking out for each other and thats something anyone can start doing!

i didnt expect to open my inbox to something actually like helpful lol tysm for writing all this :) i kinda just wrote all those tags cuz ive been in a weird frustrated mood today and just lately in general over everything ive been seeing in/realizing about the world and sometimes i feel like people seem to brush this kind of work aside as something that cant help to make the world a better place (mutual aid, protesting, helping ur local community etc) and it kinda frustrates me cuz trying to do much more than that with the currest state of the world isnt really all that attainable/sustainable yk what i mean ?

the things you brought up here were things i kinda already had in mind that people need to start appreciating more (especially in online leftist spaces, at least from what ive seen of them) and i was moreso criticizing the lack of insight(?) - and in a way, empathy - that people seem to have with those who arent able to really take direct action for things they believe in/want to change for the better, if that makes any sense

also sadly no i kinda live in a secluded area from like nearby cities/public spaces (aside from my school of course lol) that would host those kinds of things and i kinda get the feeling that my Very Centrist Parents wouldnt rlly like me getting into that sort of thing lol (or having to provide transportation for me to Get to those places physically)

but (this is the part where i break the forth wall and talk to The Followers) i do recommend and encourage this sort of thing to anyone in a similar situation where they feel like they have no agency to help or contribute to causes they believe in :) YOU CAN CREATE CHANGE!! it is possible for things to get better!

#sorry if i sound like an asshole at any point during this i kinda only realized towards the end that i was writing an essay lmao #but !!!!!! this person made a lot of great points and i recommend all of these things to other young leftists out there #and stuff like that #tills ask box

[howtofightwrite]

Sorry if something along the lines of this has been asked before, but would it be possible to have an orphaned 12yo character who (fighting-wise) is able to fend for themself and fight decently? Physically, I'd imagine there would be a lot of restrictions, but I'd want the character to have a level of street-smarts... so could a tween potentially leverage an advantage over a typical foe too?

No.

So, there's a bunch of problems here.

The first is their age. A 12 year old cannot survive a serious fight, at least not against an adult. It's not even something that can be accounted for with skill or knowledge, if your character gets into combat, they will be seriously injured or killed.

Without a support network, being seriously injured is almost as good as being killed. They won't have any place where they can safely retreat and recover. In most cases they wouldn't have access to necessary medical treatment, so their injuries will effectively become a death sentence.

This is significantly worse in your case, because your character is living on the street, they're almost certainly malnourished. (They simply won't have access to sufficient food.) This has a ton of implications, but the four most important ones are that it will slow wound recovery, permanently impair physical development (meaning any growth since they ended up on the street will be significantly slowed, and this doesn't come back, even as an adult, they will be smaller and weaker than someone who did not end up on the street), cognitive impairment, and impaired motor function.

Street-smarts is useful, but it's not going to help them fight. It may help them avoid combat, either by knowing where they can escape from pursuers, or how to safely navigate their environment, but knowing the exact territory of a street gang, or the trash pickup schedule is not going to help them hit someone harder. Also, because they're malnourished, thinking is going to be more difficult for them. This is a is a double hit, because as a tween, they're already at a cognitive disadvantage against an adult, but that disadvantage is further widened by their chronic malnourishment. When you combine this with their impaired reflexes, you have a situation where they (almost literally) cannon win a fight.

This is an extremely bleak situation, and most kids who do end up on the street like this do not survive. Their best hope is to find some kind of support system as fast as possible, the longer they stay on the street the worse their odds are.

Finally, there's no such thing as an effective self-taught fighter. Trying to teach yourself to fight is an excellent way to ingrain a lot of bad habits. You really need someone to instruct you, in order to be effective. However, in this case, you have a character who can't even learn to fight, in their current situation. Remember the impaired healing factor from malnourishment? That includes recovering from wear and tear sustained during training. It further applies to wear and tear from any combat. So, even if your character had a combat martial arts background from before they ended up on the street (this is unlikely, as most sane martial arts schools won't train kids for combat), they would be in a situation where winning a fight would still leave them with lingering injuries, (and, as I mentioned earlier, it is nearly impossible for them to win.)

-Starke

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#Starke answers #writing advice #writing reference #Starke is not a real doctor #writing tips

[5feet-of-anxiety]

I know it's pretty unhelpful to offer unsolicited advice to donation posts but for those in the US who are going through a hard time I do want to at least make sure people know some options they may have available to them that have helped me and friends out over the year.

Call everyone you pay bills to and ask about hardship plans or assistance options. Try and avoid any long term reduced payment plans but short term are generally fine. One or two month deferments are fine too. If it's a long term (1+ years) sudden situation then ask about settlement options. It's not the best for your credit but it's better than late payment reports ending up in a charge off.

Do not use a DSC unless you have a lot of stuff in collections/different accounts to pay and don't have the time or energy to deal with them yourself. Dsc's charge you to settle on accounts usually one by one as accounts fall more and more delinquent. You can do that yourself. If it's already charged off save it for later

Don't wait until savings are gone to ask for these assistance options. The minute you don't have income reduce your expenses as much as possible.

Unless it is an expense you are 95% you can pay off without issue do not take out a loan

Apply for unemployment the same day you lose a job and keep up with the paperwork. I've lost out on potential unemployment earnings 3 different times because of how confused I get from it so don't be afraid to call and ask for help or explanations.

Car auctions can be your friend for a vehicle . Police auctions are not great but see if there are any other auctions nearby and you can generally get a car for the same price as a down payment. If you have car knowledge great if not try and bring someone that does. Even if you don't check that it starts, pop the hood and make sure nothing's missing, and look up the car model for common issues.

Need a job fast and can't stand fast food? Call centers are always hiring. Like any job they do suck and some are worse than others but they tend to pay more than minimum wage and they're not physically demanding if that's an issue. Also try storage facilities as they tend to have benefits and may provide housing or at least a discount on a storage unit if your living situation demands one.

This isn't important financially but it's something that affected me for a long time. But if you're feeling lonely and looking for a community or even just someone to connect with then do participate in book clubs, low cost classes or social events, strike up conversation with others at the parades, bars/clubs, library, store wherever. Even if it's just a connection in passing it will enrich you. And if you don't put yourself out there those connections will be harder to come by.

Therapy isn't cheap and journaling isn't a replacement but it can cost less than 2 dollars and it at least helps to get the thoughts and feelings out somewhere.

Goodwill sucks. Look for smaller donation shops a lot of them do actual community outreach.

That's all I got and this is not a list of cure all solutions that will work for everyone or solve problems 100%. These are just things that have either helped me in the past or I wish I would've done differently. There's a lot of tips out there and it sucks to live in survival mode like that but always choose what's best for you.

[kellanved-ammanas]

Not sure if I’m doing this correctly but can you do a Drabble/continuation of the broken promise thing or the engie and pyro series I commented on please?

I did both. Here's the continuation of 'Broken Promise', next week's drabble will be a continuation of the Engie/Pyro one.

TF2 Drabbles: Heavy/Medic - Delayed But Promise Kept

[A/N] Context for other people this is a continuation of a thing I wrote for a Valentine's Week Angst Event (fic is called Valentine's Week Angst, chapter five: Broken Promise) in which Heavy had promised to come home to Medic but is instead revealed to have died in a plane crash. So this is a continuation of how he might've survived to keep that promise after all, squished down into a drabble because I take drabble requests, so obviously it had to be one.

~

There wasn’t much flotsam left from the plane crash but for every bit of it there was Heavy got a survivor onto it. How they were going to stay together, he left up them while he got more survivors. Of which there weren’t many, the crash killed a lot of them, the roiling waves, most of the rest, making the lack of floating debris not much of an issue.

What was an issue though was that even once they were all clinging to bits of wreckage, they were still stranded in the middle of the ocean. The storm was dying down but the waves were still tossing them about. It was cold too, nothing Heavy couldn’t fight through but it still made the situation that much more dire, even he would eventually succumb to it and the waves fighting to pull him under.

He wasn’t about to give up though or let his little group of survivors do so either. If he was going to die, he was going to die fighting.

~

If the island was inhabited none of its inhabitants left any sign of themselves on the beach so it might not be true salvation. Even if so, it was still far better than continuing to tread water.

Once on land and safely out of the tide’s reach, everyone flopped over to rest, too tired to do anything else. Except for Heavy. He forced himself up and set to tending to any injuries that needed tending to and prodding people into taking their wet clothing off and drying themselves as much as they could to prevent hypothermia. Without medical supplies he was limited on how much help he could actually offer but he’d spent enough time with Medic, listening to him talk medicine and assisting him in various ways, to be more than competent enough to handle this. Especially since anyone who’d sustained serious injuries hadn’t made it this far.

Once he was sure he’d done as much as he could do – and hopefully hadn’t forgotten anything important – Heavy finally sat down to rest himself. They needed to explore the island and hope civilization existed on it somewhere that would allow them to call for rescue. If such wasn’t the case they’d have to figure out what to do about food, shelter, and getting off some other way. That was for later though after at least a nap. Hopefully Heavy would be back home with Medic soon regardless.

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The island was indeed uninhabited. Making Heavy’s hope of returning home soon far more difficult, maybe even impossible. He was going was going to get there eventually though because he was not going to slowly wither away on a deserted island. He’d survive for however long it took to get off and he was going to drag as many of the people with him as he could.

Other than that though, they were in luck. There was plenty of fresh water and even some fruit and wild animals to eat while they figured out how they were going to start catching fish to eat. So as bad as it was, it could’ve been far worse. Hopefully it would be enough.

~

It couldn’t have been much more than a week before someone floated the idea of creating a raft and rowing back to the mainland. As appealing of an idea as it was on the surface, that kind of thing was the stuff of fiction. In reality, they’d all die of dehydration long before they got anywhere. As the unquestioned leader – even if it wasn’t a role he’d asked for but had instead inadvertently taken on – everyone eventually acquiesced to Heavy’s insistence against that plan.

Which left them with nothing to do but to continue to survive and figure out a way to signal to any passing ships or planes to come rescue them. Easier said than done, especially with how much Heavy ached to be doing more, but if one plane had flown close enough for them to be able to swim here, eventually another one would too… hopefully.

~

Under Heavy’s directions, they eventually settled into a routine where three people at all times were watching for rescue. One with eyes on the sky for a plane, the other two patrolling either side of the island hoping to spot a passing ship.

For a long stretch of time nothing came of this. But then a ship passed, giving everyone hope right up until it became clear it was too far away to spot their signal fire. That meant there was traffic coming this way though and thus hope.

Hope that had almost dwindled out before another ship came by. This one turned towards them. Heavy didn’t dare let his hopes get too high though. Not until it became undeniable that the ship had not only seen their fire but was also responding to it. Rescue had come at last. He could finally go home to Medic. Hopefully Medic wouldn’t be too upset with him for taking so much longer than he’d promised it would.

#my writing #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 drabbles #heavymedic #red oktoberfest #heavy

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Vault 69

A Yoongi x reader fic

When your vaults radiator leaks and poisons the air you're forced to make your way out to the waist land in hopes of finding medicine. The thing is the waist land's not quite as barren as you thought.

Soulmate AU, Fallout AU

word count 7729

AO3 Link

For @yoongsisbae

special thanks to @celestialvixen and @slaughter-mama

You stare into the sun. It's hard not to when you haven't seen it before. Pictures just didn't do it justice. A big light in the sky. You understood on an intellectual level that it was real but some part of you always doubted it. It's beautiful especially as it starts to make its way towards the west. A sharp elbow to your side grabs your attention. You wince. He’s never pulled any of the force and you hate that after all these years it still catches you by surprise.

Sam a tall man who’s always acted like his height made him in charge of whatever situation he’s been in, and if his height fails well his fists would take care of the problem. You’ve been with him since you were kids. Not really by choice. He said you were the prettiest out of the three viable options so you were his. No one bothered to disagree with him.

The overseer approved you as a match after you both came of age and that was that. He was bad but his lackeys were worse. At least he has a mind of his own. At least he had a spine and wasn't a coward. At least he had a plan. It wasn't much, but it was something. You told your self it was something. 

Open the vault and try to find rad-x in the great unknown. If any had survived that is. That was the plan. You had been told since birth though, that there was nothing outside of your underground vault. Sam had reasoned that it didn't matter. You had been running out of food for generations and with the reactor leaking radiation into the air? You were all sick but the four of you were the least sick.

The people with housing by the reactor were almost all walking skeletons now. Sick and dying and the medicine had run out years ago. If there was nothing outside that would be horrible, but it didn't matter because there was nothing inside either. You had to find something in the wreckage. You had to.

More impressive than the plan though was that he had actually done it. Ok mostly it had been John who was good with computers. Had managed to make the behemoth move but it had been Sam who had taken the credit. Maybe that was fair. Maybe when you had the ideas that was just how it went. It certainly meant that you weren’t the one with the gun. John got a security nightstick. Hell, even Paul, who was useless, got a baseball bat. 

You had a wrench. It was your wrench too. Your great times whatever generation had been before the war, Before the fall of man, grandfathers. You think he had been a mechanic of some sort. He had brought manuals to bikes you’d never ride with him instead of something helpful. Or fun. Paul had a series of comic books. He told you once you could read them if you sucked him off. He had ended up with a black eye and you had ended up in the holding cell for violence. 

That had been before your father had died. The first of the vault's population to succumb to the radiation. You probably would have been dead right along with him if you hadn't had the privilege as Sam called it of staying in his bed. He was going to be the next overseer of the vault anyway. Everyone knew it. 

“Sorry” you mutter, turning your eyes away from the sun. you’ve been walking for half the day. The sun is already starting to set and you’re already bone tired. So are Paul and John. You would assume Sam is too but he’s trying to hide it. You can tell it’s important even out here that you all think he’s stronger than you. Better than you. 

As if the barren rock landscape cares. As if the shriveled trees care who’s incharge. The current overseer, also Sam's father, not that that's why he’ll be getting the job oh no definitely not, has updated his pip boy with the map to the outside on his arm. Just him. Yours has a vague one but is updating as you explore. You hope he knows how to read it. 

“Sam. I’m going to need a break soon” you hate being the first one to say it but you see the relief in John and Paul’s faces. You might be the only girl and maybe the one with the worst radiation sickness but you know you're also the only one who’s not afraid of Sam. 

“We don't have time for a break, kid!” He’s maybe six months older than you. It had been annoying when you were kids but now as adults you see him for what he is condescending. 

“If we don't break now we’ll need a longer one later. We all need water. Maybe you don’t but we do.” Sam comes up to you and you can see you’ve made a critical mistake. He grabs your cantine. You make a grab for it. If there's one thing he hates it’s when anyone challenges him. He gives you a shove. It's not even particularly hard but it sends you into the rock. You groan in pain and watch as your water spills out onto the ground. 

“I said no breaks” You stand up ready to throw punches if it cam to that. What was he hoping to accomplish here? He would get you all killed!

“Why are you such a dick?! Sam what the hell is your problem” you feel your voice rising. You hate it. He always uses your displays of emotion against you. Like any reaction he provokes out of you means he’s won. Completely ignoring any point you make. Sam grabs your arm and starts pulling you along. His grip is bruising. It always is. You hate him. You hate him so much.

“Just shut the fuck up we have a job to do and” A crack rings out and makes you jump out of Sams grip. You look at his hand convinced he’s fired that pistol in there but no. It's not him. Shots? Is there someone else alive out here? And they have a gun. You all look around in panic. Dead. everything out here is supposed to be dead.

There's another crack and pain blooms along your side. You let out a scream that's more fear than pain really. And your hand goes to your side. Sam looks at you. At the blood and then at the others too. “Run!” he yells. To them. He doesn't give you a second look.

“Sam?! Sam!!” you scream as he leaves you without so much as a single look back. Another bullet whizzed past your face and you scramble back around the rock. You clutch your wrench to your chest, heart beating out of control. 

“I'm gonna tear you apart!!” A voice fast approaching calls. Your stomach drops. No. no no no no. This can’t be happening. The overseer was searching for people on the radio. He would know he would have told you. Would have–

“Fuckin' hide from me? You're dead!” another deeper voice calls out. You look around. There's an outcropping of rock not too far. You think you can make it, you just have to be quiet, you just have to keep your mouth shut. You take a deep breath and then another one and start running. Strong arms grab you from behind and for the second time today you are thrown into the ground. 

“Aww come on Yoongi, she’s just a girl all alone. Your friends leave you princess?” you look up at the small man with the clear high voice who’s tone and smile are nice enough but whose eyes are full of a cruelty that's evident. He’s looking at your pip boy. Its better then looking at your body. But not by much. Without the little computer on your wrist you would be almost blind.

Yoongi the one that grabbed you pins you to the ground and starts searching your pockets one hand pinning your wrists above you. You struggle against him but a boot to the wound in your side stops you. A tall one looking down on you wiggling his boot into your wound. “Careful Yoongi this one doesn't look so good.'' His voice is so deep you feel like you can feel the vibration in the earth. 

“You're just a pre-goulie bitch aren't you? Hu? That's right keep struggling. More fun thats way” You freeze up in terror eyes only for the one on top of you. The one whose name you know. 

“Please. Yoongi please” you get out. Yoongi's face twists in rage. How many fucking waistlanders have tried this trick on him? Read his soul mark on his neck and tried to get him to stop. Hell, maybe he killed them already. He shifts his weight kneeling into the dirt, his hands now around your neck not yet squeezing. 

Who cares if you’re running hot. He’ll just take a road away. It's better this way. Watching life leave their eyes. He's pulled back by his collar and to his feet. The man who does the pulling is a giant. You stare up at him coughing and trying to regain your breath. Yoongi turns on the man. “What the fuck Namjoon what the fuck?!” Namjoon throws him to the big man with a deep voice. 

He seems not to know what’s changed but he obeys Namjoon. “ Look at her fucking side Yoongi!” Your side? You don't understand if your eyes go there but you can't see past the blood. You instinctively go to hide whatever it is to stop these men from looking at you. Another one grabs your hand back and ribs at your already damaged vault suit. Your hands claw at his but he’s just as immovable as Yoongi.

“Pre-goulie. Well shit Yoongi it's your handwriting and everything.”

“That doesn't change anything! Just fucking kill her!” Namjoon smacks the back of his head making Yoongi growl at him but the rest of the men around you have already relaxed. They seem to have elected to ignore you. Namjoon gestures to you and one of the men takes a step toward you. 

His smile, unlike the small ones, seems genuine. You still don't want him anywhere near you. Your eyes go down to your side and widen at the dark blocky writing on your side. It takes you a moment to read it at an awkward angle. You're just a pre-goulie bitch aren't you? Hu? That's why right keep struggling. More fun that way. The writing looks angry and somehow deep. You look up at Yoongi and look angry enough to spit. 

“What did you do to me?!'' The men share looks all except the calm one. He looks younger than the rest. Cleaner. Calmer. Skin perfect save for a scar on your cheek.

“You don't know what a soul mark is?” You scowl at him. Are they making fun of you now? Teasing you before they kill you? The man, boy really in front of you nods like he is processing your reaction. He moves your arms too, not rough like the deep one. Gentle. Ah. a vault dweller. “I see. My Name is Jungkook. Can I have yours?” He’s digging around in his bag. 

Namjoon is tilting Yoongi's head. Observing his neck. The mark once faded and gray like his own has become fresh, vibrant. Beautiful. Namjoons own heart aches at the sight. Yoongi is looking anywhere at you and though his ears twitch at the sound of your name he makes no response to it. 

Yoongi had thought as soon as he got his soulmark, late for one to appear really, in his early twenties that he had already killed you. And now he finds out that you’re alive. He’s angry. Can feel the rage building in his body. 

Jungkook brings out a huge looking needle and goes to use it on you. You let out a little squeal and Yoongi's body reacts with a little half step before he regains control. This is how Jimin and Tae react. Pulled by the fucking thread. Yoongi has no interest in being anyone's puppet. 

“It's just medicine for your side. Then the rads”

“I'm not taking anything from you!” Your voice is high and distressed. Yoongi looks at you. At your unnatural clean. You're paler than you should be, he thinks, like your skin hasn't seen the sun recently, maybe ever. You look unhealthy. A gross mole person. He grabs the stimpack from Jungkook and stabs you with it. 

You cry out and when your side, just grazed by a bullet really, probably fired By Jin then. He always was a shit shot, starts to mend. you start to scratch at the newly forming skin abject terror in your eyes. Jungkook grabs your hands again. “Its ok. Just speeds up healing. Just medicine.” He grabs out some rad away and hands it to you. “Drink this. It will cure your radiation” Your eyes light up.

“It will? Do you have more of this?” 

“I don't. It's kind of expensive. Why?”

“We left to find this. There is a leak in our reactor. People are getting sick and”

“And what you expect people to just give it away you stupid ghoulie? Hu? You don't even have any caps!” Yoongi says the anger in his voice is evident. He gets more than one glare. You aren't supposed to be like this to your soul mate. “You don't even have any water!”

“You were all supposed to be dead.” You mutter. Not liking his tone one bit. You wish he still was. You don’t know what's changed but it seems like you are no longer in danger from these men. You don't give expensive things to people you are just going to kill. 

“A functioning vault and an honest to god vault dweller. I call dibs on her suit.” One of them calls you scrunching tighter on yourself. “Drink up so it's not too irradiated. I'm not trying to glow or turn into a ghoul.”

“What's a ghoul?” you whisper to Jungkook, apparently deciding that he's the one you can trust. “Am I a ghoul?!” you don't know what it is, only that it's bad. Jungkook gestures to the medicine and you drink it. It's awful and you almost retch but once it settles you look at your body. 

It doesn't hurt. You don't realize how much pain you were in until it was gone and so you sit mystified in this group of strange men. “Nah. Yoongi's just rude. He still calls me a tin man” you look at him confused until he draws up his sleeve and reveals a robotic arm. You reach out to touch it but Yoongi slaps your hand away. He glares at you but then shoots a glare at Jungkook. 

“How many times do I have to tell you not to show off you dumb hunk of junk!”

“Sorry Yoongi. She’s going to come with us though. She's your soulmate” 

“That's not real.” from you is tied with.

“No she’s not” from Yoongi.

“Ok sure” Jungkook says to both of you then Looks at Namjoon. The leader of their party. Namjoon is looking at you thoughtfully. 

“Do they have more of those suits back at your place?” He asks. You clamp your mouth shut and Namjoon admires the effort. If he wanted to make you talk he could but he'd prefer not to. He’d prefer you not to know that either. You seem like a nice kid. For a raider he has a soft heart. “They need meds. Meds are expensive. We could trade.” 

Your eyes narrow in suspicion. “ Why would you help me? He wants me dead” 

“He’s an asshole and my robot”

“Synth”

“Just patched you up. We get the meds, then we keep the extra caps.”

“You won't hurt the vault?” 

“Nah, we’ll even send Jungkook in to fix the reactor, '' Namjoon sais with a smile. You look around you don't know if you can trust them but you do know that there isn’t much of a choice either way. You hold out your pinky to Namjoon. He takes it with a grin. You seem satisfied. “You’ll have to come with us though. You going back only means more meds. And we’ll need your suit.”

“I had dibs”

“Shut up Jin.” Yoongi snaps at him. He sees the fear in your face at some thought undressed in front of them. “Later. We’ll get you something to wear.” When you look relieved, she rolls his eyes.

“I had water.” you say. To no one in particular. It was true they had seen the bottle. 

“Yeah? your friends take it?” Namjoon asks.

“No Sam he. He emptied it” You say frowning. Namjoon frowns too. They left you for dead three men and they left you to a pack of raiders. If it had been any other group other than Namjoon’s they could have left you for worse.

“Sounds like a dick.” 

“He is” at least this is over. You know you should probably try to find them but honestly. They can die. You don't care. That shove had been the last straw and leaving you? Your fingers trace over the mark on your side. It feels the same as it ever has but this mark. It saved your life and the mark on Yoongi's neck. It's your handwriting. You don't understand. You don't like it. You want to peel it off his neck. “Where are we going.” hopefully you can fine a potato peeler.

“The dome. A big city. Three days walk from here” He points in the direction of a setting sun. Far to go without water. A bottle is thrust into your hand and you look at the giver. The one with the mean smile. 

“The walks are not so bad. Can you fire a gun?” You shake your head. 

“Wasn’t cleared to use them”

“Well. that will have to change. My name is Jimin. Can you feel it?” He sees the confusion on your face and grins. “The Pull, me and Tae '' he points to the deep voice. “We can feel each other's pain.” He pinches his arm and Tae throws a rock at him that one misses. The motion is fluid. Practiced. “Can you feel his pain?”

“How would I know?”

“Cause I have this theory. Yoongi always acts like a little bitch because you were all sick and shit. Let me see your arm”

“Jimin” It's a warning from Namjoon. 

“Come on!” You give it to him. You think it might be better if he likes you. If they all like you. Jimin pinches you. You yelp and Yoongi stops. He looks at you glares then slugs Jimin hard in the stomach. 

“Fuck you and fuck Tae. I know you two are in this together” Tae moves to slug him too but you in a panic grab at his arm. You almost end up with a fist in your face but the other tall one. Jin you think. The one who wants your clothes interrupts. 

“Cheap shot Tae. you get her face and you might ruin my suit” You take a step back and almost run into the last one whose name you haven't figured out. He leans over lips almost on your ear. 

“Boo” You jump and your face turns red. 

“Are you and Jungkook all…” you gesture to Yoongi's neck to the mark on the tae wrist you assume is the same thing. 

“Robots”

“Synths!”

“Don’t have soulmates” A look passes over Yoongi's face and then a wince of almost pain over Jungkooks. You nod once and punch. It hurts your hand more than it hurts him but still it feels better than nothing. “Ooooh Yoongi your soulmate is punchy” he grabs your hand and adjusts your fingers. “Elbow next time” Yoongi has to resist the urge not to shake his hand “ till you don't punch like a wastelander”

Hobi has looked out for Yoongi and vice versa since they were kids and unlike Yoongi he’s ready to welcome you with open arms. Hobi never had a mark. Unlucky enough, or lucky enough to either never meet his soul mate or for them just to be dead. Not like Namjoon. Not like their poor leader who had watched his settlement give his lover to raiders to appease them. Namjoon had killed both parties but it had been too late. It had almost killed him. No way was Hobi letting Yoongi go down the same path.

The rest of the group seemed to be of the same mindset. It's clear in the way you’re the center of the group. The only one who seems not to give a shit is Yoongi himself. He just keeps glancing at Jungkook.

There was that. What do you do if you meet your soulmate and you already have a robot lover? What do you do if you meet your soulmate and try to kill them and then it turns out they neither care nor believe in the concept?

It's not like Jungkook cared. Probably. He liked them all well enough and if you asked him to fuck he’d almost always say yes, especily to Yoongi but he never initiated him self. Best not to bring that up with Yoongi. With Yoongi it was almost always the best strategy not to talk about anything. 

You make camp sooner than expected and when you do you are confused until Yoongi whispers to Jungkook and he comes over and pulls off your shoes. They aren't meant for the wasteland. Just for the vault. Your feet are torn up from walking, Jungkook tuts. Yoongi’s a bit impressed. He only stopped when it became hard for him to walk. The soul bond does let pain travel but it's greatly lessened. 

Stimpacks are expensive so Jungkook instead empties a bottle of vodka on your feet and wraps you up in some bandages as best he can. You make faces and a few little noises but not much. Good, you're tough. You’d need that. 

Jin lays out a knife, a new pair of shoes and an outfit that looks old pre war maybe but preserved remarkably well. “Trade me” He says. Namjoon eyes him suspiciously but in truth while this would make you stand out it would be less than the vault suit. You take the knife. This you do have experience with though mostly in a kitchen setting. You head off behind a rock but you hear steps behind you. You grab your knife prepared to attack but you're disarmed quickly.

“Dont be stupid. If any of us wanted to do something we would and this knife won't stop us. A gun wouldn't stop most of us” Yoongi says with a look of disgust on his face. He turns around though. “The only thing stopping us is the fact that they would hurt me so. Calm down. None of them will hurt me.” You change quickly and look at your vault suit. 

You've never worn anything other than this and the sleep set version. Yoongi turns back around after what he’s deemed an appropriate amount of time and snatches the suit out of your hands. It's still warm and still smells fairly clean. Like the vault laundry. He harshly puts a hat on your head. “Look down in the city. Pretend to be a boy” Not that that will be likely to work. Not with a face like that. A body like that. “ don't talk to anyone. He grabs your arm harshly at first them releases his grip when he harms himself. He leads you back to the makeshift camp and throws the suit at Jin. 

Tae whistles at you and Namjoon looks at you seriously. The rest of them are in a curious mix of armor and armor made from recycled materials. You see what looks like a football uniform on Tae's shoulders. 

Some kind of harness on Jin that maybe was once moving straps. 

You look out of place amongst them. All except Jungkook who's in a shabby suit that's probably prewar but is almost falling apart. You take your seat by him. Yoongi thinks it's kind of cute. For a second before banishing the thought. That you think Jungkook isn't a threat. He could break you in half like a tree branch with no effort. 

“Synths don't need armor?” you ask. Jungkook smiles, glad not to be misrepresented as a robot. 

“We are very sturdy. You should get some. We’ll find someone soon”

“Find somepne?” Jungkook makes a little finger gun with his hand and points it at you.

“pew pew” you turn a bit green. These are bad men. You scoot just a tiny bit away and hear a snicker. You curl up in the ground just outside of the ring of light cast by the fire. You consider running but where would you run to. It's like being in the eye of a hurricane. 

Before you can make up your mind you’re already asleep. 

The second day is less exciting than the first. Just walking mostly. They are going slow. You pass by one group of people but they appear to be heavily armed. Jungkook puts his arm around your waist and waves. You wave too. 

There's talk behind you. Jungkook makes a good disguise but you? That pretty face? It makes sense why you’d have your own little private army. Especially if Jungkook was your lover. He looked rich and you looked expensive. 

Yoongi watched the casual touch and jealousy burned in him white hot. He pulls Jungkook away and in doing so pretends that fixes it. Pretending Hobi’s arm around yours when you almost wall off a cliff isn't just as bothersome. Pretends he has a choice about you after your marked into his skin. 

You seem to have more resistance. Being in the company of murders and theives though will help that. You do see them pass up more regular people. Wastelanders, you learn. Namjoon preferes to attack other raiders. Its still murder but you prefer it to what it could be. 

You’re surprised that they have left you with your pip boy. They had you put on the radio on it but none of them want to bother with learning it. Or so they say. They watch you fiddle with it though when a giant bug, a bloatfly, they tell you later, and stab with surprising accuracy. You explain how it works naively to Jungkook. 

It becomes on the table of things you’re not allowed to talk about. Your shared secrets between the group. You want to dislike them but they are all so charming. Sometimes they will sing along to the radio songs you have never heard before but all feel familiar and a few you can even join in on.

You like the way Namjoon and Jin make sure everyone has food before they eat even if you don't know what you're eating most of the time and think it better not to ask. You like the way that when Taehyung found out you had a map that was developing and could make marks on, he had you mark every interesting thing he saw. It seemed like he was the reason Namjoons little group had no permanent home. Why they wander around like a company of lost sheep. Tae couldn't stay in one place for more than a few weeks before he went a little stir crazy. 

You like the way Jimin will follow Tae and try to annoy him for fun but also when another one of the hideous blowflies tried to attack he shot it out of the sky without even looking. It's impressive. You like the way every single box they pass Hobi has to open no matter how long it takes. You like the way he hands an old soda bottle to Jungkook who opens it, then hands it right to you. The way they all watch you take your first sip of nuka cola quantum and fall in love with the stuff. The way if you have searched through a box Hobi doesn't need to double check a privilege apparently only afforded to you.

You like the way that your scrounge items are always laid out before Namjoon who examines your treasures and nods thoughtfully. Occasionally he’ll tell you to ditch something because it is irradiated or just too heavy but other then that just tells you they are nice.

Jin shows you his collection of his old odd treasures and is delighted when you tell him what one of his pieces is. An old motorcycle part that you recognize from the textbooks. You guess your great great whatever was had brought something useful after all.

You don't like Yoongi, you tell yourself. You keep repeating it to yourself. When you wake up with a blanket that you didn't go to sleep with, that Yoongi roughly takes back in the morning. You definitely don't like that he’s funny. That he’s made you snort more than a few times. You definitely don't like the way when he looks back he flashes you just a quick smile. His gums on full display before he remembers that he doesn't like you and scowls. 

It's not till the third day that anything is wrong. It's nothing big really. You had found a hollow shell of a house and Hobi was showing you how to open a safe with a bobby pin and a screw driver when the ground started to shake. You look up at Hobi confused. Hobi looks scared. Hobi never looks scared. “Hide!”

Hobi gives you a shove towards the stairs and yells at you to hide again before drawing his gun. The upstairs was in worse shape than the dilapidated down stairs but you have little choice, You dash up them. The structure groans at your added wait and one of your feet hits a soft spot puncturing a whole in the floor. You manage to scramble up and head for the wall. The only one still standing that has a dresser still upright. It’s throw another whole in the floor when you see it. A huge ant burrows to the surface. It's as big as him and locks eyes on him and attacks. It bites at Hobi and he screams in pain and anger, one he can handle but that's not the problem, the problem is more ants come pouring out. All just as big. They skitter around and you're horrified to hear some of their insectile legs start to crawl up the rotting wood. 

Hobi managed to shoot the one on him, stunning it into letting go, but has to retreat before he is pinned down. He can't take this many on his own and your little knife isn't going to do shit. “Hide” he shouts again. The upper floor is mostly just that, a floor, all the walls but one taken down buy either the bombs or the never ending march on time just time. Hobi watches you climb up on top of a burrow but the thing is shaking. Fuck they should have gven you a gun! You look at him just outside. Again. You can't believe that you’re being left to die again. He’s not moving though. He takes a shot at the one that bit him and you can see there's quite a bit of blood. 

“HOBI! There are too many!!” He should go. You dont both have to die here. the problem isn't so much that they can get you though at some point they might its more that the weight on the dilapidated floor is starting to make the wood groan. Hobi makes it to the crest of the hill and fires up into the air. It draws some of the man sized ants towards him. A line of predators set on prey. Not enough of them leave. Now that they've seen you they are intent on eating you. You let out the smallest groan. You hate bugs!

It also draws the rest of your little group. Yoongi seeing the floor swaying almost makes a dash for you but stops and thinks better of it. Impulsivity has never gotten him anywhere. How many bites from those things could he take? He turns to Jungkook. Jungkook scans the scene and holds out his hand. Yoongi put his gun in Jungkook's hand. The two of them don't need words. Never had. It had been Yoongi that Jungkook who had first spilled his secrets too. It had been Yoongi that made him feel like he was real and that the feelings he had were real. He knows that he’s going to get bit. It's better than you. Better than him.

Jungkook makes a dash towards the horde of ants and tosses the gun at you. It's a good throw. He was built to be perfect after all. You catch but only just and you lose your stable position on the furniture ending up in a far more precarious one. They hope your little wrist computer can help you aim. Tae and Jimin follow Jungkook, letting him take the aggression and firing at the ones that make it past him. They manage to push back enough that Jimin and Tae can start firing directly into the tunnel. Jin and Namjoon start bludgeoning the line after Hobi while Yoongi starts to stanch the bleeding on Hobi’s arm. They will need another stimpack later but as Jungkook is the one who carries them this is the best he can do. They are practiced at this. Even from your current state of near panic, part of you appreciates it.

Yoongi hears you start to fire. Not at the ants already on the floor but the ones still trying to climb up. Your rate of fire is steady and you have never been more grateful for the aim assistance your little pip boy provides. When you shoot one that almost bit Jimin's head off, the others are just as grateful. “I’m out!” you yell to no one in particular one of the ants on the top floor bit at the dresser and you almost fall off clinging to the furniture like it is a sinking ship. 

You hear more shots from far away and the ants around you stop moving. Namjoon firing from the top of the hill down after making sure Hobi was no longer in danger of getting bitten again. The floor below you however groans again and a few pieces fall. “You have to jump!” Yoongi calls to you now just outside the shell of a house. You look at him like he’s crazy.

If you jump you’re going to break both your legs. The floor makes another noise and you close your eyes and jump. Better your legs then your spine you suppose. You hit something. Not the ground softer and it makes a groan. Your ankle is the only thing that ends up hurt and not too bad. Not a snap of bone. You feel like you hit the ground anyway. “Ow” you mutter, opening just one eye and seeing you landed on Yoongi. 

“Shit” he says winded letting his head flop to the ground. You try to scramble off of him but an arm restrains you. “Wait for the synth” he says. Like he doesn't need you here. Reassurance that you’re safe. There's another crash as the second and first floor become one. You jump on instinct pressing further into Yoongi. He scoffs but the arm around you tightens. There's another louder boom and his arm tightens again. You're scared and he is surprised to find he doesn't like it. “Just Jimin closing the tunnel. You get bit?”

“No” Yoongi has to laugh. Lucky. You were so fucking lucky . First the raider that tries to kill you is your Soulmate then you manage to avoid a whole colony of ants. “Yoongi?”

“Yeah?”

“I don't like bugs. I really don't like bugs” He hears you sniffle and lifts you carefully. Almost gently off him. “Its so fucked up that you just have giant bugs out here? Did they eat Hobi?!”

“Hobi!” Yoongi calls. He comes over arm already healing. He looks at you, the tears and his eyes are scanning you for wounds. “See he’s fine”

“What's wrong?”

“You got bitten by a giant ant!”

“Oh, you didn't have those in the vault I guess.”

“There were big roaches. One bit me when I was a kid”

“Rad roaches? nasty about this big?” he mimes the size of a football and you shake your head and mime something the size of a small dog. Hobi flinches at the thought and makes a face of disgust. “Thats fucked up. I hate bugs”

“Me too” you say with a nod. Jungkook comes over and touches your ankle. 

“We’re out of stimpacks. This isnt broken but it's sprained. We’ll get it takes care of but”

“It's ok! You can lean on me” Hobi says quickly, eager to make up for his mistake. Yoongi's eyes narrow. He’s glad Hobi is ok. But he should have been more careful. There are ant holes all over the place. You might not know what they are but Hobi sure did. 

“That won't be necessary” Yoongi stands up with a bit of groaning and crouches in front of you. “ get on.”

“No way! I can walk!”

“Dont be stupid ghoulie”

“I'm not a ghoulie!” to his surpirse you get on his back. You don't want to be close to this place. You want to get the meds for your vault and have Junhkook repair the thing, lock the doors and never come back out into the awful wasteland again. “Stop calling me that.”

“Nah. when you sleep you still glow like a lightning bug”

“Hate bugs”

“You’d like these. They are small and pretty. Even Jin likes them and he’s a coward” He tells you about them. A low calm voice as they approach the dome. It's a raider city and a rough place but they have a doctor. You don't like the look off it and you like the look of the guards at the door even less. Jin comes up pretending to talk with Yoongi but instead adjusting your hat. Pushing your head against Yoongi's neck. 

Jungkook comes up close on the other side of Yoongi. He looks different taller, his face set hard. His hand touches your arm twice then goes to his gun. “Keep your head down for now” You look too new. Too fresh. At least they just had the forethought to get you out of that vault suit. The three of you make your way to the doctor.

The doctor is a creep. You know it the second you end up on his table. He looks over your eyes lingering on your almost totally un-marked skin. Your mouth full of white teeth. His check up is above the board but mostly because when he tried to unbutton your shirt to check your lungs a blade threatened to sink into his back. “Fine, fine. She’s got low level rads poisoning and needs a stimpack. 300 caps''

“You want to try again? I think she gets a discount seeing as how your eyes are still in your head” 

“200”

“200 and you don't administer it”

“Fine”

Jungkook does the administering. Yoongi’s face relaxes. A tension eases out of him. Rads fucking hurt. You look like you just learned that you’re no longer getting killed next week. Jungkook grabs something out of his pocket and puts it into your hand. Bottle caps. You look at him confused.

“From Namjoon. Go get yourself something to eat, then head to the hotel there’s a room for you” Jungkook ushers you out to start the real negotiations. You look at Yoongi and he gives you a nod. You should be safe enough inside the walls. He pulls the hat down low before you head out. 

You head over to what seems to be a food stall. There's a robot that takes your order and you understand why Jungkook dislikes being called a robot. Still the thing serves up a good cup of noodles and calls you partner in a cute accent. 

You get a few stairs but you still have Yoongi's gun, even if it has no bullets and that makes you feel safe. Namjoon also, a well known figure in the dome, has made a promise to those who count that if you get hurt he’d hurt them back. Throw in that you’re Yoongis, THE Yoongi, soulmate. Still though. After you leave Yoongi waits about two minutes then follows you out. 

Jungkook watches him go and knows it's the start of a new chapter for them. He doesn't mind. He likes you. You’re good for Yoongi and it's clear that getting your rads taken care of has changed things for him. 

Yoongi watches from the bar while you are still at the food stall. You’re looking around with wide eyes too full of wonder to be a wastelander or raider. You’re attracting attention and you seem to be aware of some of it but not enough. It makes him worried. 

He stands up when you do, and follows you to the Hotel. It's not till you get halfway there that he notices someone following you. He reaches for his gun but you have it. Shit. His pace speeds up just a bit. 

You feel a hand on your shoulder when you're just within the reach of the hotel. Your hand goes to the knife first and it lets Sam know everything he needs to. Your gun is empty. “Hey! Easy there!” You look at him clearly shocked. “You’re alive” You don't look pleased.

Your hands cross over your chest. “Yeah no thanks to you” Sam grins at you and goes to touch your face. He’s no longer in his vault suit and he’s got similar garb on to your new found friends. You think that’s probably a bad sign. Jimin likes to tell you stories about the worst of the raiders. Namjoon would stop him but it’s probably best you know.

“Come on now. They had guns”

“So did you! All I had was a wrench!” Sam shrugs and his thumb touches your lip. He’s had an ok time out here. Pauls dead, but he and John have a pretty sweet new gig. A new crew. Sure membership had cost Paul's life but who cares. 

“Yeah and you're fine now. How’d you get away? You trade something?” he eyes your body up and down. The big problem out here is that so many of the whores were not clean. You were always clean. You slap his hand away and he feels heat growing. “Dont be so fucking rude. You hear about this soulmate shit?” he unbuttons his shirt. There's the word am on his chest. It's large and not in your handwriting. If you had to guess a tattoo with the way it seemed to be irritated. 

“First I think that's all bull shit. Second, is that supposed to be me?”

“Your first word was my name after all” you roll your eyes. This was true. Your dad talked about it all the time. Thought it was the cutest thing. It was a result of the two of you being in daycare together. Nothing more. You pinch your arm and he just looks at it. 

“You’re soulmate feels your pain dumbass. Did you get the meds?”

“Come on. They’re dead anyway.” You give him a little shove and try to get past him. He grabs you and shoves you back against the wall of the building next to the hotel. You glare and try to push him off but you’ve never been able to have you? You let out a little sound of rage. You’re tired  of being shoved around.

“They aren't dead!”

“They will be. Come on, you can come with me. Sell your pip boy and just do what you've always done. Be my pretty little–”

“You think we’re still together? You left me to die!”

“You belong to me!”

“I have a soul mate Sam and he sure doesn't look like you!” Sam lets out another sound of rage and grabs at your shirt looking for your mark. It doesn't take long to find when your shirt is splayed open. He grabs your knife and presses it to the mark. If your mark isn't him he’ll just have to give you a new one. 

When Yoongi sees a man on top of you, a knife to your skin shirt opens his mind goes one place. He springs on him, a wire pulled from his pocket and slipped around his throat. He pulls and pulls and it's only when he’s choking, brought to the ground that he looks up at you. Your hands are crossed back over your chest and you're staring down at him coolly. “Do you want me to stop?” He doesn't want to stop. Have you ever seen a death though? Does he want to remind you of how you met?

“No. he was going to cut off my soul mark.” you crouch down face very close to him. “I'm not yours Sam. Never was” Yoongi was right. It is fun to watch him die. Yoongi slips the wire back in his pocket. Your shirt tore like paper. You need armor. You need bullets. That knife wasn't enough. 

“Your friend?”

“My ex. The fucker tattooed my first words to him on his chest”

“Fucked up.”

“Fucked up” You agree. 

The next morning both are in the chair by your bed. You notice that it looks a lot like what Sam had on him. The thought of taking what was his makes you smile too. Maybe its fucked up. But taking from the man who his whole life acted like you were his property? You notice the new shirt is not what he had on. Instead is cropped shirt that would show off your mark well.

#min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #suga x you #objectification #violence #domestic violence #bugs #possessive behavior

[captain-of-silvenar]

Based on @thana-topsy's OC asks, I'll answer some of them with as my Skyrim Dragonborn, Yera!

Which areas of Skyrim do they find most beautiful and most dangerous?

"Call me bias, but I think Whiterun and Riften are my top two for most beautiful places. The plains of Whiterun have ample space for hunting, and the way the wind blows over the grass is novel and refreshing. Riften, so I've been told, has beautiful trees that turn the most amazing shades of reds and oranges in the autumn. Pity I can't see them, but hearing the leaves rustle reminds me of home. There's also the lake here with plenty of fish, so I eat them when we're out of meat in the house. "The most dangerous I would argue would be The Reach. There are lots of steep cliffs and mountainous areas, and while I love a good hike that stuff is dangerous if I'm not careful. Not to mention all the hostile locals there, out in the mountains and in the city! I'm never going back there again, not if my life depends on it."

What are their religious affiliations, and how does their worship (or lack thereof) affect their day-to-day life?

"Y'ffre is the only God I actively worship in my day-to-day life. As with most Bosmer, our relationship with Them is unique to everyone and everyone has their own interpretations of the Green Pact. I personally try and keep from harming any plant life while I'm in Skyrim. It's difficult, and I know that this is not Valenwood but it still bothers me, you know? Plus I try to keep my diet the same. Also incredibly difficult, but there are plenty of wild game to hunt and no one really appreciates a good fish these days. I just wish I could keep with one of the most important ones, but not killing in self defense is... the most difficult thing to keep in Skyrim. The bandit problem alone made me have to compromise. It's a really pity to be honest."

Would they be able to live off the land if they were lost in the wilds of Skyrim? How skilled are they at foraging and hunting?

"Oh uh... I don't think I would be able to survive for very long in Skyrim off the land. At least alone. I would have to rely mostly on traps and hope that something is there for me to eat. I could hunt with my bow but can you imagine trying to hunt while blind? I'd need an aid for that. Foraging is out of the question, I never bothered learning any of the plant life in Skyrim so I can't do that even in the most dire of situations. So it's a very solid no, but wouldn't that be nice..."

What is their opinion on Skyrim's "bandit problem"?

"By Y'ffre's hairy ballsack, why are there so many of them?!"

Do they believe in snow/sky whales?

"The what now?"

What is their favorite kind of food that can only be found in Skyrim?

"Mammoth stew and cheese! Especially the cheese, you can't get this specific kind anywhere else in the world but in Skyrim. I don't get why people are so particular when I mention it, every time I've had some mammoth cheese it's been the best so far. And the mammoths here, when you can hunt one down, are fatty from the winters and reduce splendidly in a slow stew. Reminds me of the one my dad makes back at home, but the mammoths there are a bit more lean. And no cheese."

Do they believe the old nordic tales about the Dragonborn? If they are Dragonborn how has their experience differed?

"I didn't in the beginning. Funny, considering I'm the Dragonborn. But you have to understand I came to Skyrim to run away from the Thalmor. I wasn't even supposed to stay in Skyrim. Plus I didn't even want the title, I tried running away from that as well. But... circumstances changed, and I've now dedicated myself to this country as a Hero of Legend. And I'm fine with that. I'm happy with it and I've done a lot of work to help out these people, regardless if they can't believe a Bosmer can be a Dragonborn. It doesn't matter; I'm here and I'm here to stay and protect. Don't need the people's approval to do that."

How are they with money? Do they hoard, or do they spend until their pockets are empty and they have to find work again? Have they saved for any houses?

"I have so much of it. I have literal bags of it, it's ridiculous. Lydia has to help me count the coins into bags to put into a safe. A safe! I have a safe in my house to keep my money out of sight, it's so funny. Between cave diving, dungeon crawling, and work sometimes as a Dragonborn I have enough money for a house in every Hold if I really wanted to. But nah, I keep most of it for extreme emergencies and for Lydia to use for whatever. I don't really ask for much luxuries, it's not that useful to me. Except for those really nice boots... or that nice waterproof backpack. Hey Lydia, can we go shopping before we head out again? I want to check Balimund for some new stuff. No, I promise it's for good things this time. That last one had a purpose, I swear-"

Can they read?

"In a vague sense. I have this really sticky ink from home that if you write with it, it leaves a raised surface when dried. But it's hard to get from Valenwood to Skyrim, and I have to focus really hard to write. I don't let anyone use it, you have to write slow with it. There are some braille books in Skyrim, but books were never really that important at home nor do they seem that important in Skyrim unless you're a scholar. Not to say I hate them, but I prefer someone reading them out to me."

#yera oakvine #bosmer #tes #skyrim #shadytext #answered ask

[frxshblood]

Sorta selective independent roleplay blog for Senketsu from Kill la Kill. Headcanoned post-canon and canon anime timelines.

Written by Alex who doesn't know when to stop. Follows and interacts from @vagabondfromkanto

Muse, mun, verses and rules are all under the cut:

THE MUSE

Name: Senketsu (Senketsu Matoi for whenever someone demands a surname in a human form)

Age: Technically, as a science experiment, less than a decade. Mentally a young adult.

Gender: Again, technically an alien life form and sometimes a walking skirt, but leans male for convenience. He/him.

Orientation: Ryukosexual Something that includes women, he didn't exactly have time to figure that one out.

Canon storyline (Kill la Kill): A kamui (godrobe) created by Isshin Matoi with the explicit purpose of being worn by Isshin's daughter Ryuko Matoi. Which Senketsu very much did, doing his best to aid her in battles and protect her to the best of his (considerable) abilities. Became her friend (and something more) in the process, evolved, learned to have emotions, free will and decide his own appearance. Fell apart because of power overload in the finale and spent his last remaining strength to get Ryuko back into the atmosphere, in which his physical body burned to ashes. Some part of his consciousness, however, is implied to maybe still be up there.

Abilities per canon: Life-Fiber synchronization, morphing parts of his synchronized form as he evolves (blades, flying).

Non-canon storyline for this blog only: Suspend your disbelief entirely and just believe me when I say that having nothing better to do and missing his time on Earth (and his partner in particular) terribly, he spent a few years (Earth time) collecting stray life fibers drifting in space after their defeat. Upon gathering just enough to fashion himself a new body which will survive the impact, he returned on Earth, having no idea how much time has passed, but determined to either find Ryuko or at least learn what's become of her. It doesn't help that he has never in his life been outside of the few areas they've visited, let alone on his own... or that he doesn't fully know what passing as a human is like.

Here's a literary, fanfic-y description of all that.

Abilities per this storyline: Can morph his body in whatever he wishes. Usually he 'wishes' to either pass as a human to avoid problems and navigate the world better, or to make up outfits for his wearer. That said, if the situation calls,then blades, flying, big teeth and other fun stuff aren't off the table. And this time he can do it on his own.

Icon art is all mine.

How life-fiber synchronization works in this form: Well, either he just transforms into a big dragon-like energy form and carefully chomps the person (see: canonical transformation sequence), or, for special cases, this.

Still needs blood instead of food?: Yes. Though he can attempt to consume human food, it won't bring him much energy or the full taste spectrum like blood does.

VERSES:

Verse: "I will find you"

Generally reserved for all the interactions where he has not yet found his way home or Ryuko.

Verse: "Home"

With @/vindicta-reliquiae and her boys over at @/zantedeschia-praesul. After traveling for a while Senketsu finally made it back to Kanto and got reunited with Ryuko. Now they definitely have a lot to catch up on, issues to work through and things to figure out, but the most important part is that both of them are finally home.

Verse: "Sync and learn what we can do"

Canonical anime timeline interactions.

Verse: "Mix and match"

For interacting with people within vagabondofkanto's verse even though technically this Senketsu does not exist in her verse. Mostly reserved for Karma, who we already headcanoned being friendly with Sen at Honno.

More verses TBA.

THE MUN:

Alex/Tarr, any/all

Very late twenties, therefore of age, been playing for 15+ years

GMT +3, English isn't my first language but I do work with it professionally.

RULES:

I follow from @vagabondfromkanto, but we DON'T have to be mutuals to interact. If I don't get to you it might be for any other reason.

18+ only regardless of the subject or character.

Crossovers, OCs, multiverses, all good.

Multiship: potentially, Ryuko players take highest priority.

NSFW topics will likely get discussed. As for full roleplays - if they do happen, will be tagged and put under read more. Mun's relationship with writing sex is that one Spiderverse gif. "Can't do it on command". (But can do it. We'll see. Altho keep in mind that Senketsu lived among humans for less than a year and there likely wasn't any sex ed in Honnouji. There's a journey to be had for sure >:3 )

No godmodding or powerplaying. Canon does not limit me much in terms of what Senketsu could be capable of if you piss him AND his mun off. So let's both be reasonable.

There is a possibility I'll suddenly start writing replies longer than what we started with. I get carried away. If that annoys you or god forbid makes you feel bad, please do tell.

Magic anons, cracks, crossovers, yes. Angst, violence, canon-typical bloodshed, darker plots, also yes. Fluff and hurt/comfort absolutely yes as well.

I may answer rapid fire, I may disappear for days, I do not control the life or the work or even this brain of mine. Sadly.

If at any point I seem intimidating or like I know what I'm doing rest assured I do everything that I do through anxious screeching (but I DO it).

#.・✫・゜・。. [about]

[fight-the-corn]

TCFSV SBI x reader part 3

Seasons changed from Autumn to winter. Times has still been rough for me. I hadn't seen The Blade for about a month and a half. I was still bruised, still breaking, but I kept his words at heart. I knew he could take care of the people that had caused me so much pain, but I was scared. Scared of losing them-they were all I knew. Scared of the responsibility of living in my own at sixteen, scared I might be out into the foster system. There were too many things that scared me about the situation. I just didn't know what to do.

December 7th was when my world changed.

It was a relatively normal day for me so far. I got out of bed, went to school, came home. It had been snowing for the past few days. The roads were banked with at least a foot. It was cold, very cold. The weather app would say something like 15 degrees, but it felt like hell had frozen over. For me, maybe it had. Maybe I was trapped in with the creatures of the night.

I got home to yelling. Again, nothing unusual. Slipped up to my room. Did my homework. By the time I finished, it was about 6pm? 7pm? I don't remember. I went downstairs to get some food. That's where I went wrong.

My mom was standing in the kitchen. I greeted her quietly, eyes down. She didn't respond.

"May I have some food, mother?"

She looked up. Her eyes were rimmed red. She was clearly high at the moment.

"You-you fuck... Fucking whore!" She slurred. She grabbed my wrist. This itself wasn't where I had an issue. I was used to this behavior.

"Mother, do you need something? Can I help you with anything?"

" get out of my house. We have friends over tonight. They'll be using your room. "

"What? Mother, it's freezing outside! I can't spend the night out there!"

"You can and you will. You sure as hell won't be in this house tonight. "

She threw a coat at me. "Out!"

She shoved me towards the door. I stumbled, still in shock. "you're kicking me out? It's 15 degrees!"

She didn't respond, just walked to the door in front of me and opened it.

"If you don't leave right now, it'll be worse. And if you hang around here, I'm calling the cops. Now fuck off."

---

Techno wasn't worried about her. He didn't think about her. He didn't think about the fear in her eyes of the bruises on her face. If Wilbur or Tommy teased him, he'd say he just didn't want to owe anyone anything. Phil would look at him smiling. One time he tried to lecture Techno on emotions and how they were important and totally fine. He didn't stand for that. He was not attached to the girl. It's not like he was ready to take out the pair of assholes who called themselves parents at any second, as soon as she gave the okay. Totally not. He just didn't like that she had to live a life like that. so he gave her the Syndicate number.

Now, the Syndicate number is somewhat of a business number. Phil had the phone that it called, but he usually left it in the kitchen, so if it rang, whoever was closest would pick it up. Usually, the Syndicate used it for buisness, tip offs, and favors. It rarely rang.

So Techno stepped back. Didn't visit again. Tried to leave it be until she decided what she wanted. It wasn't until December 7th, at around 10 pm, did the Syndicate phone go off.

---

It was getting late. It had been dark for at least 4 hours. It had felt like the temperature was continually dropping for the first three hours. Now, it just hurt. Everything hurt. I was shaking but I wasn't cold. I sat down against a wall for a minute, then decided I needed to keep moving. When I tried to stand, I couldn't move my muscles. My fingers were starting to turn blue. It hit me then, if I stayed out, I wouldn't survive the night. I wanted to cry. I was scared. Lonely. Cold. I had no plan. I didn't know what to do.

Then, I remembered the favor.

---

It just so happened that Wilbur wanted some hot chocolate. He was hearing up milk when the Syndicate phone rang. Not startled, but slightly surprised, he went to answer it. They weren't awaiting any calls. What surprised him even more was the voice on the other end after he spoke.

"Hello, may I ask who's calling?"

"Can I please speak to Blade?"

It must be the girl that Techno had given a favor to. He hadn't said much about her, just that he owed her a favor and she was under his protection. She sounded young. And cold. He could hear her teeth chattering on the other end of the line.

"May I ask who's calling?"

"I'm Olivia."

" Alright, give me one sec. "

Wilbur went to walk up the stairs. Techno was in his room. Wilbur knocked on the door, and smugly looked at Techno.

"You have a call."

" What? "

"A certain girl called asking for you. You may want to get it?"

Techno stood and quickly walked down stairs. Wilbur followed, wanting to see if unfold.

"Hello? "

Techno spoke into the phone. Wilbur could hear her voice through the phone.

"Is this Blade?"

"Yes. What do you need."

"Um, can I call in my favor? "

" I don't know, can you?"

"is that a yes or a no? If it's a no, um, that's ok, I'm sorry I bothered-"

"Its a yes. What do you need."

"Oh. Um, can I ask for you to set me up with a warm place for the night? Or is that too much?"

Wilbur stopped smirking. A warm place? Really? She had access to all the Syndicate resources and she asked for one night somewhere warm? What was this?

"Nah, that's not too much. We can do that. What are you thinking? Hotel?"

" Um, I'm not particular. I don't want to trouble you. Just somewhere to go where my fingers won't be blue anymore. "

She sounded like she was trying to make a joke, but even through the phone Wilbur could hear the fearful undertones. Wilbur froze. He saw Techno did too. Was she outside? In this weather? With the wind and the snow?

"Can I ask where you are right now, Olivia?" Techno speaks into the phone, voice more urgent.

"I'm on Logsteadshire road. "

" Outside? "

"Yeah"

"And how long have you been there?"

"About 2 hours? Maybe 3?"

Wilbur spoke up now, whispering to Techno. "i'll get a guest room ready. Bring her here. "

Techno nods.

"I'm coming to get you. I need you to walk around, don't stop until I get to you, okay?"

" I can't stand up though. I'm too cold. "

Techno swears under his breath, rushing to the car. "Ok. Can you try?"

" it's ok, I'm sleepy. I'll just take a nap until you get here. "

"No, Olivia, I need you to try to stand, okay? At least keep talking to me."

" Ok. Actually, I changed my mind. You don't need to come get me. "

Technoblade was already speeding towards where you were, but he asks why to try to keep you talking. "Why is that?"

" I'm not even that cold anymore. "

This makes him press the gas harder.

"Then can you try to stand up?"

" Mmmmhmmm. "

It was quiet for a second.

"My legs aren't working. I can't feel them."

"That's ok, I'm almost to you. Then, we'll get you to a nice warm fire, and you'll have lots of blankets, okay?"

"Mkay. That sounds nice."

He turns the corner on to Logsteadshire Road, slowing his speed to look for you. You come into view, huddled in the snow. He jumps out of the car, quickly walking over to you. He reached down, picking you up. God, you're freezing. He sets you in the passenger seat, then goes around and gets himself in. You're still talking into the phone, so he reached over and buckled you up, then took the phone gently out of your hand.

"Hi Olivia. I'm here."

"Blade! I didn't know if you were going to come!"

"I owed you a favor, of course I came. We have a good place for you, we'll be there soon. You're gonna be okay."

"Thank you. Thank you so much for doing this, I'm sorry for bothering you. "

"It's fine. Just rest, you're safe."

Soon, he looks over, and she's asleep in the passenger seat. Quietly, under his breath, he mutters, " I'm glad you did call. "

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Track 3

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Series: Three CATZ In The Bag

Characters: Eli (by @watersofcamelot), Ole (OC), Ann Wolff (OC)

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Life moves on, it continues no matter what one does or says. The only option is to make the best of the situation you are in. As long as you live, who really cares? At least that had always been on Eli’s mind. What is the average citizen going to do against an entire organization? One has to see the bigger picture, the entire picture even. Besides, wasn't it a matter of time? When looking at history this was long overdue. It was only a matter of time until a group of women would stand up and cause a riot. That was just how this went, he had decided to just accept it. It was human nature, seeking revenge for being wronged. He didn't know the details nor will he ever know, he just heard things before and was not too dense to understand the climate before the H Age. It was the human cycle, someone will always suffer. Voicing any type of opinion would be useless, especially if the voice was used to oppose the faction in power.

And not like he really cares anyway. He was able to live so long as he was acting within boundaries and just barely scratched the line, one tiny step behind the line he could cross, he should be fine. No, he will be fine. So honestly, why should he care about the affairs going on at a higher level? He ain't a politician and life wasn't all bad. Move where you can and pay the somewhat high taxes. As long as they ain't killing anyone he won't worry about it. Only those who adjust will survive, that was the only thing he was truly worried about. As long as he lives though, what does it matter?

This day had been like any other, just a little dark and rainy. Then again, given the season it may as well be nothing unusual on its own. At least he had brought some protection for said rain, even if it was a bit of a pain to carry around while walking home after a day of work. Well, said work was handing out food for those who are in a pinch and need it but it was work nonetheless. Besides, they compensated him enough to get by so he was not going to complain. He was just a guy going home. All while passing by all the people, everyone having the same ordinary worries he has and couldn’t be bothered with the climate going on around them. Which was fair, not even he could be bothered. Just a dude living his life, that’s what he is. One of many. Just a walk home… 

And yet, there was some feeling he had while taking step after step, that something might happen which usually doesn’t happen. Maybe his gut was very far off however and he was just imagining things, or a desire for something to happen. Life was dull recently after all, maybe it was some type of desire for something to happen. Even his best friends from the police were nowhere to be found these days. Not even the hypocrite of a cop. Then again, he might be busy with some shady business all the same. And that guy has the guts to be a part of the ‘force preserving justice’? Now, not like Eli necessarily cared, but it was laughable to be honest. Justice his ass. 

Or any official of the Party Of Words he could piss off for fun, then have the second big boss appear in person to defuse the situation. It was fun, mainly because of her reactions. Honestly, provoking such people was honestly a pastime. He was just barely crossing the line after all, always so close, but they had no proof nor a case to lock him up. Unlike the excuse of a cop who just caged him in due to being a ‘public nuisance’. But Eli got out within a few hours so whatever. Not like it mattered to begin with. He wasn’t fired from his workplace, mainly because it is voluntary anyway and they needed all the help they could get. Better than sitting around bored after retirement, isn’t it? Well, he wasn’t an old man but he retired for a while now after—

Ah, nevermind, not important. He would rather not recall the time in any way. It was for the best honestly if he did not recall. He didn’t want to recall it to begin with. Besides, not like it was going to matter ever again. 

Not to mention that he would come to a halt anyway when having spotted something from afar, or rather someone when just about to cross the streets.

There was someone, a young woman with long, brown yet messy hair and a skirt. She looked hunched over, a little dirty even, and her clothes were all see through. In general she was soaking wet from the rain. Under her skirt was a cat which sheltered itself from the rain and tried to dry up. Fur all black, the ears pointy which suggested its age, green wide eyes and white on the belly and the front of the paws, one could jokingly say the cat was wearing ‘white shoes on the front paws and boots on the back paws’ – Oh, and the white dot on its nose stood out as well, it may as well be his trademark. 

Given the combination he had been spotting under the street light in this corner was none other than Ann and her cat. It was hard to miss them to be completely honest, at least for him. 

Eli had gotten to know the two by chance, shortly before Ann was growing busy, some time to get to know another and grow close yet only somewhat. Still, he felt closer to the two than most other people. 

Apparently with work within the party, something her mother edged her on to do and Ann complied. Combined with studies this would pack things up and the two got not too much time to converse and speak. At most he had a gut feeling that she was struggling here and there but heard it never from them directly. But one look at her and Ole told him all he needed to know.

Thus he approached the two. It was difficult to ignore them for him personally, before standing in front of them. The old cat had noticed right away, lifting his head up in an instance and looking at the young man with his green, wide eyes. It didn’t look like much else, only a quick look upwards from a cat who heard someone approach. 

As for Ann… She did not have the same reaction. She was lost in thought, facing the cold and wet ground beneath her, too deep in thought. Probably thought long enough though, so Eli decided to speak up. “Ann?”

That had gotten her attention, making her own head lift itself up to stare right at the young man. She didn’t respond verbally yet she didn’t have to in the first place. He could already tell. Her eyes had never been very lively yet this time she looked extremely in pain, a little uncomfortable even. She was holding onto her own body and her legs in front of it as well, as if trying to cover it up. Did she want no one to look? Maybe, possibly. Not because of her shirt, no. There was another reason for it. All while Ole was resting yet still seemed to be on alert, given his tail was not even swaying and his ears were all up. If necessary he would probably jump at anyone looking weird at his owner or something like that. Then again, he was a cat who was always awfully aware of his surroundings. Eli could tell.

It took no guesses and he was just asking for the obvious. He had eyes, there was no need. And yet, he wanted to hear it from her directly in some way. “Something happened, didn’t it?”

It didn’t take long yet she nodded weakly, trying to not look at him, as if in shame. And yet, she was not going to run. Maybe because they were not strangers. And besides… She looked like she needed help.

“You two, come home with me. You need to bath and warm up first.” He suggested, almost commanded yet in a more soft tone. Not even bothering to wait he turned around, only quickly gazing behind himself to see if Ann got up and Ole started to walk. It took a bit yet he saw her getting up and the cat following right next to her. He nodded as a result before leading the way. They were in need after all, he couldn’t leave them alone. A contradiction perhaps but… He always had the urge to help the two if they needed it. There was something about them after all… At least to Eli.

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#Nimue's Lake #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #original character #male original character #original male character #original fiction #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic oc

[rjasmin2021]

Choices

Hello every-nyan! This is just the intro of the one-shot or not that I promised every single one of you that I'd post once it's finished... Currently, I'm at the very beginning of this fic (yes, let's call it that for now) that I will be dividing into parts...

I'll start writing the other parts soon, don't worry- Golly, I have to read those one-shots and series again to remember why I'm writing this Since it's been a year since I last wrote this it'll take me some time to remember what past me had originally planned for this fic so please be patient with me... Yes, I'm an idiot for not writing it down somewhere

All of this aside, I hope you all enjoy this angst fic that will probably be from Satoru's perspective or point of view. The POVs might change every once in a while without a warning so have fun trying to decipher who is who :) Well, I guess I'm done with this and will add more of... Whatever this is in the other parts of this fic... See you all next time! RJay out- § Just a head's-up: angst, heavy angst, hurt, I don't know when there will be any fluff and comfort, pain, emotional pain thanks to a certain white-haired man § § ATTENTION!!! This fic was or is an inspiration that I have read from three authors here on Tumblr! This fic has NOTHING to do with their fics! Thank you for reading this! Enjoy! §

+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + How do I start this... Hmm... Well, why don't we start things off plainly and simply? We all know that there is always a beginning to everyone's lives whether it is something memorable, life-changing, life-inspiring, jaw-dropping moment or all of it at the same time. Everyone has their own way of remembering, recollecting things, handling and/or coping with those moments in their life. Sometimes they would try to force themselves to forget or shove them in the very depths of their minds since they don't want anything to do about it or they just simply forgot about it as if it was a passing thought...

As the saying goes...

"If you forgot then it wasn't that important". Pain also plays a role in all of this, either emotionally, physically, mentally or all three. Pain makes someone's mind go spiralling into the abyss and forces make them do questionable things while some use methods to heal themselves or ask for help from close friends and families for them to get back on their own feet and face the world again. But how do these happen? Where do they start?

Well. it's very simple...

It all starts with a "Choice" Choices... Choices... Choices... Everyone has them... They can bring out good or bad results, depending on the situation the person is in but, sometimes, when they are given multiple choices while being in a hard situation or are being cornered, their minds go blank as they weigh the options that are right in front of them and hope they'll get a good result or... They choose to make another choice. You see when one is not convinced or satisfied with what is given to them, they often look at the person or at nothing at all and say "Really?" as if this person can do better. Satisfaction is also a factor here... It plays a huge role because if one is satisfied with the outcome then they made the "right" choice, well, at least for them it was the right choice... But... What if their supposed "right" choice brought out an unwanted result for someone and they weren't aware of it until it played out right in front of their very own eyes just so they can believe it?

There was never a "right" or "wrong" to begin with... We, as a society, are the ones who made these up just to label, give or make excuses for the choice that was made...

Was it right or wrong to execute a person who robbed a rich person? What if this person was just trying to get some money to be able to pay for the food they needed to survive? What if they needed the money to pay for the medicine that their friend, lover or family needed but were too poor to buy it? "What if..." Every action and choice has consequences that can be good or bad whether we like it or not... There will always be another result after the first one. A choice always causes a chain of reactions... Like, for this one, would have multiple ones that will surge sooner or later.

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@watyousayin @hornyanimegirl @tojikai

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#permanent mark #marked forever #mistake #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu geto #jujutsu shoko #jjk #jjk x reader

[clockworkspider]

hehehehegdhdhdhf

ibara

favorite thing about them: His lust for life. I think he and Eichi probably has the strongest lust for life among the cast? And I really love them for it. Especially since Ibara was given so little as a child, yet he made so much for himself and wants so much more. Bless his greedy lil heart <3

least favorite thing about them: Capitalism. Specifically, he needs to pay for helping Eichi come up with the ES insular L$ economy situation, which is clearly based on a combination of the Yumenosaki L$ system and the Shuetsu/COSPRO all-inclusive living arrangement system. Why did you guys have to go ahead and invent new forms of slavery? Why???

favorite line: This one here, from Gang... I just... He was given so little! You would think a child like this would be focused on survival, but he wants something more precious than life itself, something he's glad to be born for. It's both very heartbreaking but also very admirable to hear him say this as a young child. Cause even while having nothing, he still seeks for meaning... I have so much respect for child Ibara.

brOTP: Eden forever

OTP: While I don't specifically ship Eden polycule I do enjoy the dynamic when I see it. I really really need the IbaYuzu relationship to have some closure. Whenever I see fanarts of them in military camp I am so sad you don't understand.

nOTP: Once again as much as I love the IbaYuzu dynamic I have no desire to see them get (back) together. I think that chapter of their life has ended. I wish they can have like... a reverse Quarrel Festival kind of situation where Yuzuru can tell Ibara how proud he is of how far he's come. Then I can die satisfied.

random headcanon: So there's this part in Conquest where Ibara started listing all the rivals in media with "holmes and moriarty, godzilla and king ghidora, goku and vegeta", only to list "war of the roses" later when Hiyori didn't seem to get it... I think, back at the orphanage, he was probably mostly raised by the TV, so he knows a lot of pop-culture references. He'd also read any book he'd get his hands on. So his knowledge is pretty eclectic. After having the resources he immediately crash-coursed in business but also went back to examine pop-culture and entertainment through a business lens. If you ask for his preferences he might have to think real hard about it.

unpopular opinion: This is not an unpopular opinion but like... I think he has so much little person energy. He's just so smol and precious in my mind. While a lot of fans tend to buy into Eden's sinful and sexy image. But like... my impression of Ibara:

song i associate with them: Happy Now - Hey Ocean

favorite picture of them:

This was from his CG from SS, and the card is called COMPLETE JOY??? And the lines that went with it... HE'S SO HAPPY! The part where he's saying to Yuzuru about how much he's grown... it's so... I'm so proud of him and he deserves to be proud of himself for making it. It's also so like him to focus on the physical aspects of growing up healthy and eating good food. Cause those are like... things anyone else takes for granted. But they're important for him to mention because they're quantifiable quality of life, you see? And it's a sign that he's free and doesn't to struggle for survival anymore. *Puts face in hands.*

#enstars #ibara saegusa #he's infinitely precious you don't understand

[morihaus]

16, 25 and 26 for Rod and Mort!

16. Does your oc take their time as they travel, or are they purposeful? How do they survive in the wilds, especially if they aren’t hunter-types? How dependent is your oc on civilized society?

now ROD, he grew up in colovia, in the sticks, he's a mountain man, he's content to spend hours trudging through a forest or climbing a hill and has an inherent appreciation for the natural world. if he's on the job he'll certainly march and stay focused, but if it's less urgent he'll be inclined to take his time. definitely knows how to hunt and would do pretty good living in the middle of nowhere, at least in a familiar environment (not a huge fan of morrowind for how different it is from his home biome but he's had to get used to it) mortimer on the other hand is NOT formally trained in that sort of thing. he likes to think of himself as an adventurer but the only adventure he's been on is riding along with his dad's merchant ships. he prefers expediency in all things and ideally wherever he's going better have an inn with good food

25. If your oc is part of one of the more morally questionable or outright evil factions, how do they justify it to themselves? Do they still consider themselves as morally good? How well known is their affiliation to these groups? Do they have separate personas (e.g. Dragonborn to some people, Listener to others)? Do their family/friends know? If they have separate personas, how do they keep their less than righteous activities secret?

rod and mort are of course part of the most outright evil faction: the blades. for rodanus, he comes from a military family who had been a little bit burned by that recent simulacrum meaning they were aiding and abetting an impostor; rod wanted to join the emperor's honor guard, an exclusive chapter of the very best and brightest blades, but instead was shipped off to morrowind. he totally believes the empire is a force of good and sees absolutely nothing wrong with any of the orders he carries out. mortimer is a wannabe rogue who was disinherited from his father's business so becoming a blade is like, a way to occupy a higher sociopolitical standing and LARP as an important person. i douuuuubt that the families of blades know they're blades??? i cannot remember anything about this, but they have codenames, Bullhead and Quill respectively. mort basically never interacts with his family anymore (while leering enviously at his brother every so often) and as far as rod's family knows he IS serving the empire, but probably in a less noteworthy position. hell maybe they assume he got into the honor guard after all and he's just not allowed to tell them.

god okay and THEN they get drafted into ANOTHER morally questionable organization, the army of the tsaesci empire, which they justify to themselves with "well, it beats dying!" for how disturbingly similar they find this empire to be with the last one they worked for, there's no similar respect or dignity that comes with the job. they don't care to justify it beyond self preservation and their whole plan is to escape somehow eventually. and THEN there's the ka po tun empire which they reeeeeally hope are the "good guys" in this but are disappointed to see similar trends of apathy towards the fate of the common person and singleminded hunger for power present in this new line of work...

26.How helpful is your oc, and why? Are they helpful or kind even during difficult situations? Are they pragmatic, or do they have a hero syndrome?

in terms of being "kind" i think rodanus is the one with a moral compass (you know, as moral as it gets with bootlickers) he will stop to help someone in trouble on the road or pursue something if he thinks it's right. mortimer is more pragmatic and only plays that kind of game to win something in the end. in a situation like being stranded in akavir, despite everything, rodanus tries to cling to his principles while mortimer sees that as more of a burden in their current crisis.

#moriada #oc: rodanus #oc: mortimer #thank you kayd ^^