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azuremliam · 5 months

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We have had wholesome things come up...

But a part of me wonders what a fight/argument been Scarab and Liam looks like; how bad does it get?

@thechickenkitty Good question! Putting it under a readmore cause it's a lot of info!

For when Liam's a Cosmic Enity!

They don't fight/argue often with each other once Liam is a cosmic being. They communicate well to one another and sort their issues about things pretty efficiently. After eons of spending time with each other, they know the other's quirks and tells that show that they're upset/bothered/annoyed with something.

Liam is especially good at this, given how they had to pick up social cues from insects that didn't have very extensive facial expressions. (Part of reason why here they were able to tell pretty quickly that Scarab was starting to get uncomfortable) Arguments do occasionally come up- and its more of a result of how Liam lets some cosmic beings have a second chance during the judgement phase of their job. Scarab is picky about who should (and shouldn't) be allowed to have one more chance. Especially when certain cosmic entity gave him particular trouble with capturing. Things never escalate to shouting matches though.

It pretty much goes like: Scarab's rants about how said cosmic entity shouldn't be given a second chance and should be imprisoned for eternity. He can get pretty heated during this part, but Liam lets him vent it out and listens, since they know how some entities can really give him a really, really rough time.

Liam's really chill about it, not in a nonchalant way, but more in a "I get you're really passionate about this, and I love you for it. But we're not eternally imprisoning a dude because he's tired of guarding a box and instead opened up a bakery. They can combine the two, and if they don't comply then they get eternal imprisonment."

Then they give a counter argument on how said entity can improve themselves- usually gets a smart aleck response from him about how said entity should've behaved in the first place. He never really gets mad about what ever decision they make though.

A bit salty, but its more towards the cosmic entities he brings in.

Results from the aftermath either have Liam agreeing with Scarab with some cases. But usually have him going "AUGH finnnnnnne."

This exchange sometimes does help with the judgement process cause Scarab's thorough with getting additional information about how entities behaved while hiding away from auditors/how they behaved in the mortal population. He goes well into detail about those he's captured been up to while evading him. And for when Liam was mortal!

Now this is where they have quite a few arguments. Almost all being spurred on when Liam gets into troubling or life threatening situations.

Kind of touched on upon here- Scarab at first sees protecting Liam (and their brothers by extension) just as another part of his job. Them getting nearly killed on his watch would make him look bad AND get him in trouble by the big boss.

He voices his complaints a few times early on in the journey, and Liam just takes it stride pretty much going "that makes sense I guess but, geeze dude, let me do my thing" with a bit of frustration welling up on both sides.

When Scarab starts considering them his best friend that when his worry for their wellbeing makes him even more stressed out. They get into a pretty big argument after he saves them literally from the jaws of a beast.

Scarab not wanting them to continue throwing themselves into the face of danger and Liam wanting to fight their own battles. They reach a compromise, but both Scarab and Liam are mad enough that they're don't speak for a few days. Both irritated at one another, but also understanding the point the other was making.

Pretty quickly they want to apologize to each other, but both don't know how to bring it up. The two are very new to this kind of thing, especially Scarab. Making for a very awkward and tense atmosphere during that point of their journey. Finn and Jake both plot (and succeed) in making them apologize to each other.

Afterwards they come to a pretty good understanding of one another's personalities. With Scarab being more tense and reluctant about admitting his feelings, and Liam being like an open book. But both come to the conclusion that they care immensely about each other.

Arguments don't happen often after this one, and when they do (especially after another close call) it ends up with the two of them talking it out and comforting each other.

Basically the POV on the subject is like this with Scarab: "Ugh, that human is nearly getting themselves killed again. Can't let that happen, it'll make me look bad." to "Why do I feel so concerned with their well being???? They're my friend? Is that why I feel so scared when they get in dangerous situations??? What is going on??"

"Oh Glob I love this person, I don't want anything horrible happening to them. Aaaaugh why do they insist on being a hero and nearly getting bitten in half!? Don't they realize they'll make their family (and me) sad if they perish!? I know you can handle yourself, but please, stay safe when I'm not around, you're mortal! (I don't want to lose you)"

And Liam's POV is like: "This god auditor guy is doing his job, weird how his bosses ordered him to keep me safe. He's pretty intense, but I get it why sorta with him being immortal. Dealing with mortals must be weird/stressful with how we can just up an die."

"It's sweet that he cares so much about my well being. Nice to have a friend who I know will definitely have my back with anything. But he's gotta realize that I've lived like this my entire life- I can handle these things."

"I love you and sorry for making you so worried with our hero exploits. I'll try my damnedest to keep myself and my brother's safe. I can't stop myself from helping others. I know I can be really stubborn and reckless, but I'll try to be more cautious for both of our sakes."

#asks #bug world au #liam #azure liam #adventure time oc #fionna and cake oc

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kxkyuu · 2 years

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Kirei's 1k collab

You're such a S.L.U.T. Yeah, a Sweet Little Unforgettable Thing

They call you a slut for being comfortable in your own skin? Well jokes on them, you don't care.

Why?

Cause you're a Sweet Little Unforgettable Thing.

This collab is for me hitting this unbelievable milestone!! Thank each and every one of you for helping me get this far and liking my content!

The theme of this collab is slutty confidence! They should be confident in how they dress and their own body, not caring about who stares at them! They get called a slut for how they dress or act? Just remind them that they're a "Sweet Little Unforgettable thing!"

Rules

You must be 18+ to join (obviously). Please have your age some accessible on your blog.

Open to any fandom! And up to 3 repeat characters allowed.

Send me an ask off anon with the character, the rating (NSFW, SFW, DC), and the type of reader! (bonus if the reader is the dom) Oh, art is also welcomed! Although dark content needs to tagged accordingly and put under a readmore.

There is no minimum or maximum word count, but please put a readmore if it longer than 500 words

Multiple entries are allowed, just please don't overwork yourself!

While there is no official deadline, the master list will go live Sept 25!

If you need to drop out, its fine! Just let me know!

Additional info

Once you've joined, please reblog this post to get the word out!

Please use the tag #s.l.u.t collab💋when you post or reblog anything related to the collab.

Also, Tag me!! @/kireirengoku in your works so I can read and reblog it!!

Finally, HAVE FUN!!

Video credits: Common Neon on Yt

©️Kxkyuu 2022

#s.l.u.t collab💋#mha collab #tr collab #demon slayer collab #naruto collab #bleach collab #haikyuu collab #anime collab #miscellaneous collab

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teddybat24 · 1 year

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Some drabbles and discussions between Pathaan and Tiger (from Pathaan)

Again, thanks to @ssabriel, I’m in a fandom that I don’t know I would step into. A truely rabbit hole lol.

Pathaan endured repeated attacks on his face, his gums bled, his left eyelid was swollen and obscured part of his vision, his hands were shackled to a chair, and with his hair disheveled, he hung his head low.

As he counted the remaining screws on the chair and wondered why these terrorists always seemed to enjoy hitting him in the face, he realized that not everyone could have his charm and looks and that jealousy and resentment were common emotions.

When the other person approached him menacingly, Pathaan spat out a mouthful of blood and then smiled, saying in Hindi, "Speak Hindi, or find a kind-hearted person to translate for you." When the other person angrily pulled out a gun to blow his face off, Pathaan skillfully leaned forward and knocked him down, using the leg of the chair he had just taken apart to defend himself against the ensuing attack. His eyes shone with a bright light that even Devaru would have to turn away from. It was just another round of taking out the garbages.

:readmore:

Pathaan was a bloodstained thorny rose. His skin might be thin and delicate, but he was not afraid of pain or had a great endurance of tolerance and pain, so he appeared tough on the surface. Instead of passing out from pain, he was more likely to faint due to excessive bleeding.

After surviving several near-death experiences, his body now reconstructed with metal frames and has become a steel rose (?).

When he woke up, he was sleepy and confused. He lazily smiled and smirked (because he didn't feel much pain, he didn’t cherish his body and let others mess with it as they pleased). Overall, his body may not be able to handle the pain before he lost consciousness.

Even when he was dizzy and his vision was blurry, he still lifted his head and blinked in confusion, pounding his chest as if to remind his heart to start beating on its own.

Is there a possibility that Pathaan can actually control the state of damage to his own body? Taught by Tiger maybe? To help him recognize the limitation of his body? Originally, Pathaan only instinctively protected his heart and lungs, and then he was trained to calculate the minimum damage to his body in exchange for a chance to survive (such as dislocating his joints), and in a situation where he had to take a hit, he would hit the least lethal point.

Yes... he should be very interested in knowing where his limits are, because it's useful for the mission. He can only find the most trusted one to help him experiment. But Tiger can't really hurt him, like choking him until the last second before suffocation. Tiger couldn't stand it and immediately let go. Pathaan would probably look very weak and breathe heavily, and Tiger would kneel beside him, grabbing his shoulder and cursing, saying that he really doesn't care about his life.

"Fuck, if you want to die so badly, do it yourself. Don't put it on me." "Who said anything about wanting to die? I'm just preparing to stay alive." "Just a cup of tea with Yama, what are you afraid of?" "I don't think you're trying to stay alive, I think you're sick of living. Screw it." Tiger threw down a box of painkillers and stood aside, hugging his own arms with his back turned against Pathaan.

Pathaan knows which part of the human body to hit to paralyze the enemy completely (irreversible). He accidentally discovered it during a training exercise (and ended up lying in bed for two full weeks afterward). Tiger scolded him with words that could fill up two baskets of food.

Pathaan would whining and begging to be fed since he couldn't move. Tiger would refuse, saying, "Now you start to cry! When you were all beaten up and about to die, where were your tears then? Huh?" "Cause I knew you would come to save me, my dear brother", said Pathaan. "My tears are valuable, I only let you see them, cherish that!" Of course, Tiger couldn't resist and fed him at last. He grumbled but was gentle with him, not even willing to dirty his beautiful beard. Then Pathaan would ask further for help him with bathing, getting dressed, washing his hair, and warming his bed, etc. Oh, and he also wanted Tiger to shave his beard using the traditional shaving foam of course.

First, a hot towel to his face. Second, wrapped a towel around his head like a noblewoman. Then as the razor glided over his vibrating Adam's apple, Tiger's hand would hold the straight razor stable against his tanned skin. The angle of the blade and the skin would determine how many beard hairs would be cut in one stroke. Pathaan kept muttering about his precious beard, but Tiger's hand on the back of his head tightened. "Be quiet," Tiger said as he raised the razor held between his middle and ring fingers, indicating for Pathaan to stay still to avoid getting accidentally cut.

But would Pathaan be a good and obedient person? His beautiful brown eyes blinked, then he revealed a cunning expression. Oh, it couldn't be good, Tiger thought.

"Make me," the man with the shaving foam-covered chin suddenly reached out and hooked his hand around Tiger's neck, pulling him down. Tiger cursed as he fell toward Pathaan, and quickly threw the razor in the opposite direction.

The freshly shaved parts mixed with the unshaved ones, and Pathaan rubbed his face against Tiger's, fluffy foams getting everywhere. Tiger hugged him, feeling both angry and amused, letting him act out until their laughter finally stopped.

"You wild monkey, are you satisfied now? We have to start all over again." Pathaan laughed heartily, which annoyed Tiger, but he knew how to handle him.

"Great, since you can move now, you don't need me to be here anymore, I'm leaving," Tiger said as he pretend to leave.

"Hey hey hey, my dear brother, I was wrong, I'm not fully recovered yet. Look, my feet are still paralyzed, don't go~.”

Tiger turned around, hands on his chest, and asked, "Are you going to listen to me now?"

"I will, I will, I'll listen to everything you say, but...".

"Could you spare my hair this time? Pleaase~~"

Mr. Pa-I swear I’ll be good but I forget right away-thaan

#pathaan #tiger #my fic #with ssabriel #teddybat24 #it's fun to write #bromance

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princekirijo · 7 months

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Since you've been talking about Riku quite a bit lately I was just wondering - are there any of your mutuals' ocs that you think he would get along well with?

Alright I've been putting this off for like. Two months now because I've been really nervous about it (a good nervous) but fuck it I'm just gonna get this done!!!

OK so the short answer is yes. I'll be 100% honest whenever a mutual posts about their OC I am IMMEDIATELY thinking about how they'd vibe with Riku. I can't help it I think about him 24/7 and to be honest I think it's actually a fun exercise that helps build up characters to imagine how he'd get on with other people.

The longer answer is tough because I don't want to ramble on too long and also I feel. silly. enough so I'm gonna just limit it to a few of my mutuals OCs. Readmore cause this got kinda long but also let me say that you should absolutely check out all the OCs I mentioned because they're so cool and well thought out and just amazing :]

So the first one is Nico (latenitewaffles) OC Katsuro Sanada who has been spinning around in my head ever since Nico introduced him. He's such a cool guy and I get excited whenever Nico posts about him!! Katsuro is an Akishinji kid so obviously with Riku being a Yukamitsu kid, these two would have grown up together. I think they'd balance each other pretty well!! From what I know of Katsuro he's a pretty chilled low energy dude, which honestly Riku needs because that boy is like a comet. Full of energy fr fr. I feel like Riku would have also had a much better time as a kid because he would have had someone very close to his age as a friend. There would be a period of time where the two would be in Kosei together and unfortunately I feel like they wouldn't spend much time together because Riku would have shut himself off from everyone while he was dealing with Hatanaka's bullshit and at the same time Katsuro had all the stuff with Nakada going on too. They'd def make it up to each other afterwards though :] Also Riku 🤝 Katsuro -> having weird ass dreams involving moons and coffins and green skies.

The second one I'm picking I'm cheating a little and picking two of Rui's (wildcard-rumi) OCs Tobei and Aki! If you wanna read more about them I'd highly recommend Rui's fic its so so good. I know there's more OCs in their Persona group but these would be the two I know most about. I think Riku would vibe with them pretty well too!! I know Tobei dislikes being pitied for his illness and I think Riku would kinda get that. He'd have to stop himself from checking in on him every two minutes because he just really cares about his friends but I think Riku would definitely encourage him to try new things, although maybe his high energy might overwhelm Tobei a bit... As for Aki well Riku would honestly vibe with him so much, he'd probably beg Aki to get him to teach him skateboard tricks... only for him to fail spectacularly because he was way too over enthusiastic about it. Also I found it kinda funny there's a place in the fic called Riku Park which is connected to the Labyrinth (which is the Shadow world of Rui's fic) and I think Riku would constantly refer to it as his park and would probably try and convince people he bought it. Just to see the look on their faces 💀

The third one then I'm picking is Asuka Misty (misty-wisp) OC! Another OC I've been rotating in my brain since Misty dropped this fic with her. Initially I think Asuka would be weary of Riku. Cause like Asuka is a very anxious person (for good reason too girl's going through it) and Riku is well. Riku "is anyone gonna rush head first into this dangerous situation" then doesn't wait for an answer Kirijo. However, I think because Asuka is really good at reading people, she'd probably be one of the few people to pick up on the fact that Riku's ego is just a front for how insecure in himself he actually is and eventually I think they'd be good friends :] Also I'm pretty sure Asuka gets on very well with Ann and well Riku gets on extremely well with Ann so the three of them would vibe well with Ann acting as kinda the middle ground between the two.

OK I think that's like. The main ones I can think of where I know enough about the OC to talk about the potential Riku dynamic. A few honorable mentions would be (yusuke-of-valla) Alto's OC Ryuko, both her and Riku are theatre kid nerds and would probably sing + gush about Musicals together, Gabe (elijah-terry) OC Yuuha again they both love dancing so they'd vibe with that and also they have a black mask AU and thats all I can think of for now. I know there's other OCs I'm missing so I'm really sorry about that >.< But this was a really fun ask to think out thank you anon :] and I hope I did all my mutuals' OCs justice....

#asks #anonymous #god. this was fun #im really sorry i didnt tag anyone i am just extremely awkward.#and like i love gushing about people's ocs!! trust me!!#but like a) I know there's people i forgot and im really really sorry about that #and b) because its how they interact with RIKU its like. idk i feel a bit silly #im so sorry here i am gushing about my mutuals awesome ocs and i dont even have the guts to tag them 😭#but yeah go check everyone out their work is amazing <3 #and to anyone i did mention... if i a) got the dynamic wrong im so sorry i was kinda going off what i knew about the ocs #and b) if y'all idk... ever wanna talk about this kinda thing... my askbox is open 🥺👉👈#this bitch riku needs more friends anyway #<- saying that with the energy of a grumpy dad trying to get his son to make friends

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quietlywatchingwritingreading · 2 years

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I’m trying to keep up with everything, with how long these posts are, so i’ve written down some thoughts/feelings as I read though the email. Because of the length of this post, i’m putting this under a readmore.

Dr. Seward’s entry part 1

I’m not sure how to word this, but I do dislike how Dr. Seward didn’t think it fit to introduce Reinfield to the others until he suggested it. Its very dehumanizing, that he doesn’t’ quite consider him a person. Or at least worthy of the same respect as a person. Time era and all that, but its still something that happens today. So its disgusting, but it feels important that this be written that way. A reminder of what people go though.

-I do feel that Dr. Seward is right though to hold off on release. Reinfield is acting like how Dr. Seward considers sane people to act, in order to appeal to being released. However, we’ve already seen him repeatedly escape, and behave in ways that are outright dangerous to others around him. Early on with the fly-spider-bird-Theoretical Kitten chain, and later on with attacking the people who where transporting materials, and Dr. Seward himself.

-The fact is he’s also been changing his personality/mood a lot. Going from loving certain things to having no interest in them a short time later. Presumably Dracula is also involved in some manner, but that IS something I feel Dr. Seward is correct in being concerned about.

-I also think its interesting to note that Dr. Seward felt it surprising after the fact, for Van Helsing to talk to Reinfiled as a equal. Again, dehumanizing, but I still feel that this is important to know. Dr. Seward really doesn’t consider people in his asylem to be equal to himself or other sane people. Which is despicable.

-I find it interesting that He says he’s not free to speak. It’s quite possible that Renfield legitimately wants to help in the fight against Dracula, but cannot. All he can really do is ask for trust/mercy, but at the same time he’s proven himself untrustworthy and dangerous by his past actions.

-The fact that Reinfield wants out so badly, that he’s willing to leave in heavy restraints and with guards, does make me think theres definitely something going on that he legitimately cannot express, despite his great desires to do so. That being so close to Dracula’s home, or at least one of the places he rests in?

This was a painful chapter to read. I feel bad for Renfield, though I fully understand why Dr. Seward couldn’t exactly release him immediately.

John’s Journal:

-I do find it interesting to note how these people are still trying to do right. At least, they think/consider themselves doing right to Renfield, which is incredibly important I think. They might /are actively making mistakes which makes this a interesting read, but ultimately they aren’t acting out of ‘lets just be mean to this person intentionally”.

-oof. More dehumanization (Comparing/thinking reinfield as similar to the Rats and Wolves. Though I don’t think dracula ever controlled Rats. Bats, maybe)

-This scene of storming the castle is incredibly intense and I love it. I love every part of it! I love how he seams to be seeing Dracula-and perhaps there is some actual magic here that’s causing the effect.

-Okay Dracula is probably controlling the Rats.

-Authur: I know EXACTLY what to do. *Summons several tiny dogs*

(For any sort of context, Terriers are a type of dogs bred to hunt rats. Any Terrier dog likely was intended to help hunt those rats, be it a Border Terrier, a Scottish Terrier, or a West Highland White Terrier. The largest Terrier is the Airedale one that stands about 23 inches tall from foot to shoulder. The smallest, the Yorkshire terrier, is only about six or seven inches tall. Though this might be do to modern breeding standards /a practice of making dogs smaller hten they should be.)

-interesting that the dogs froze up at a certain wall, but once they passed the wall they could follow their instincts to Destroy the Rats.

-So i’m pretty sure they just stole some random people’s dogs But I guess all’s fair in the War against Dracula.

-JOHN WHY ARE YOU. Sigh. Clearly they are really bad at protecting Mina, and I feel Dracula is definitely at least going after her, since thats what dracula does. he knows Mina is cared for by these people who have made him their enemey.

Dr. Seward PArt 2:

—I do like how Van Helsing wants to learn more about Renfield.

Mina Harker’s journal:

-Poor mina. being kept out of the loop is horrible, but she can’t really complain. That she’s not able too. She just trusts Jonathan will tell her eventually, and I believe he would.

-Oh, mina feels so guilty. :(. poor Mina!

-Wow. Again this is a fantastic horror novel, and I feel so scared reading this. I feel so bad for Mina: and lucy must have felt similar.

John’s Journal Part 2:

-And so the quest for hunting documents begins! or continues!

-I just had a flashback to a certain commercial and I wonder if that commercial/company is related to the Carfax in this book.

-The doctors refusing to know about the quest for paperwork is interesting too-and that Jon thinks hiding from danger is a good thing. Its a very easy mindset to get into: a wrong one, but an easy one to get into.

Dr. Seward Part 3?

-Souls and Life are apparently DIFFERENT and this feels important. Seeing that Dracula is a threat against the soul.

-I kind of wonder if Renfield’s lonely. He does seam to know more then he lets on (considering he apparently knew Arthur’s father. and I imagine he must have freinds/people who care about him.)

-A little more mad science form Seward. He does sometimes do cruelty in order for ‘the better good’. But the better good isn’t really his to judge. And i’m not sure that its a bad thing he’s asking these questions/pushing him a bit. Is life connected to the soul, also feels like a interesting thematic question for the book.

-More dehumanizing, but this time also equating him to a child. It’s kind of disgusting, and while I know its impossible, I’d still like to hope he’d learn to be better.

-drinking seams to be a concerning word. Perhaps tied to what Dracula is doing or influencing.

-you know, I don’t think Renfield WANTS to help Dracula. He’s actively being controlled/influenced, but I think he legitimately wants to find some way to fight against him and what he’s doing, with how he’s iritated and afraid, and doesn’t know what to do since he has such little power anyway.

#Dracula daily #my bad opinions #This kinda got long #but the post itself was very long #Abelism #let me know if i need to tag for anything

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ritsmew-sakunya · 1 year

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ur pretty ocs,,, what are they doin,,,, what's their stories...

okok. so. uh. just gonna give em temp names so this is easier, green hair is mi, red hair is berry, and white+black+pink is bunny (well thats is actual nickname in the story)

oh god i have to add a readmore this got long

so ! berry and bunny both grew up together along w 2 others, and were particularly close with one another cause they both have anxiety and could understand each other. however berry ends up having to go to a private academy since its grades were good and the adults around them wanted them to persue academics, meanwhile bunny can only go to a normal school. and so they get separated (in the academy the students have to live in the school dorms, which means they cant even see eachother at home)

so berry goes to the academy and ends up rooming w mi. at this point mii doesnt fully identify as a girl due to personal problems, and so. berry ends up finding out about being trans thru her and the 2 make friends from sharing gender difficulties. (they also then end up transing another students gender but thats not important rn)

blah blah they r theatre kids and sing together, and everything is going fine up until near the end of their second year. when berry and one of their friends have an accident and berry ends up in hospital and accused of attacking their friend, (in reality the teachers. just didnt like berry and was trying to get rid of it)

and so berry has to transfer to the same school as bunny ! and mi decides to convince her parents to let her transfer too. and so they end up reuniting w bunny ! and in this time both berry and bunny end up dying their hair (berry originally had brown hair and bunny had black) bunny realises how much he stands out w his hair. so. he decides to put a bunny head on. to hid himself at school and thus the only 2 people who've seen what he looks like is berry and mi.

also they r all so cool and autistic because why not and so they got special permission to have a small room in the school to themselves that they can use(they each have a desk where they can do work if they need to or just play)

and as they spend time together, bunny realises that mii and berry obviously like eachother. he feels dejected cause hes liked berry for a long time but he can also see how happy mi makes them. and so he tries to play matchmaker. and of course fails badly. the other two notice that hes been pushing them away. and so they retaliate byyy. including him in everything and trying to bother him as much as possible.

at one point berry has to go somewhere for some time, leaving mi and bunny alone - which causes them to realise they actually have a lot in common. and mi finds herself having a lot of fun w bunny despite up untill then, the only person she properly got along w was berry. meanwhile bunny realises how much hes come to like mi as well. unfortunately because he has low self esteem he immediately thinks that because he loves them both, they should be together rather than be w him.

he eventually goes to mi and tells her that hes cheering on her love and thats when they end up having a bit of a fight because mi gets upset that bunny is just erasing himself out of their relationship.

and then when berry is back, it finds out about the fight and tries to get them to make up - which accidentally ends up in both mi and bunny confessing to eachother and berry. which leads them all to be very ????? but also berry. . is like what u both like me ?? and u like each other ???? thats awesome ???? and here i was freaking out cause i like u both but didnt know what to do !!!.

and so . they get together.

#putting this in tha tag #nilla ocs #is that right.?#or is it #nilla oc #hm

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god-mouths · 1 year

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11 and 14 for the arrist asks!

11. Favorite comment you’ve ever recieved on your work?

I love every comment on my artwork of course but i think my favorite is one time someone added a piece of mine to a tag on their blog that was like "#all time fave" that one made me really happy!! I also like it when people are like "im looking respectfully" etc! its like yes i have won the lottery in hot ocs. 14. How has your art changed over the years? putting this under a readmore cause its gonna be a bit long

once again, a very good question to ask as I just unearthed some older digital art but up in my room i have a catalogue of all of my work since i was in like the third grade, behold let me show you my wares

mountain of sketch books

secret under bed drawer i'm going to try to do this in the order i THINK the art pieces range in year which will be a little hard since i never write dates on any of my art which is a habit i should get into especially because i like looking back on old art

these few are most probably the oldest telling by the RVB art which has been my most long running interest. the anatomy is really stiff in some places and the faces are all circles, hair taking up half of the face shape and makin' the face all squished together.

these ones the anatomy gets better ish but you can see the start of my weird long neck thing that i started to do. also the clothes are way too wrinkled i didnt know how to draw them yet. this one is the most easily datable since it's bandersnatch fanart and i remember drawing this when bandersnatch first came out in my middle schools gym

here i'm experimenting with anatomy, had the most trouble with arms. face shapes becoming better and faces are less cluttered

here the clothes are less wrinkly, arms are less bad and more connected but i was having trouble doing fullbodies. necks still uncomfortably long

here are some drawings i found that i really enjoy! i really like the anatomy on the first one and that second one is the first ever drawing of bear! I also like the little cross hatching on the face, i should do that more

after that i stopped doing noses for a while because i didnt like them. around the time that homestuck 2 came out in 2016. big gaps in the face, necks still really long

a return to noses soon after! necks still long. noses and the shadows under the face are drawn like that because at the time Jelloapocalypse's Epithet Erased had come out, and it influenced my art style quite a lot! i still do the double-shadow thing for the neck

(sylvie for refrence - i def got the shadows and nose from this art style :])

all of this finally brings us to the first art piece i ever posted here! paul, from tgwdlm! ( i used to post on instagram but i dont anymore/deleted some stuff because i was really weird on there as a middleschooler and i dont want anyone having evidence that hasnt already survived the horrors)

my necks were still really long back then. if i draw any more long awful necks i think i should be killed by firing squad. thank you!

#gore #<jic #long post #asks #never be afraid to ask for old art i love alllllll my art #(thank you for making sure i was ok w it tho!)#i tried to make this a little more readable by like fixing theeee #formatting but tumblr wont listen to me so im sorry

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can i be honest ashley if youre not losing weight its because youre not in a calorie deficit like it is physically impossible for the number to not move the way it isnt moving for you. you need to start counting calories more meticulously and you need to consider significantly increasing your deficit taking into account your bmr. i used to think that it was hopeless too but actually it was because i let myself off the hook way too much. for ppl like us with shit metabolisms the only way to lose weight is to be insane about tracking calories unfortunately. even if you eat like one chip from your friends bag you need to track that. if im going to keep it real, from my experience at least, exercise is an incredibly small factor in losing weight. its great if you want to tone up, think 11 line abs or your back, but besides being crazy about cardio it wont do much.

putting this under a readmore cause i think the dialogue is verging into places that might make others uncomfortable. i am in a calorie deficit babe

i am in a slight deficit of around 1850 now sure i could have plateaued but from my research a minor deficit like this shouldn’t cause a plateau. yes i could lower to 1500 cal but then my body would most likely respond as it has last time i dropped it there & lower, which was not good, to say the least.

But that aside, a deficit of 1850 SHOULD get me results albeit incredibly small. and it is not. do you really think im not counting the 63cals of my tab of butter i cook in the pan? that im NOT counting the 35 cals of my tbsp of creamer? that i don’t meticulously count the 10 m&ms i eat or the four peeps that i ate during Easter?

now i know a lot of nutritionists & dietians have unfortunately made blanket statements (made for ppl with bad history with food) that led a lot of bigger people astray saying intuitive eating is the better way to lose weight, but i am not one of those people. i am well aware the only way to lose weight is to be in a deficit. but there ARE people who are in deficits and do not lose due to underlying issues. i do not know what my issues are because doctors cannot tell me. i am trying to solve it on my own. but it IS a possibility, it happens.

and im trying to type this in the least snappy way possible, because i know you’re trying to help. sorry if i want to whine on my blog about the fact that i AM doing everything correct and not getting anywhere.

im not hopeless or upset because im giving myself leeway. im upset because the science is fucking me over because of some hormonal or digestive or whatever issue that will not make itself known. sure i could go down to 1200 EASY i know the diet and the structure AND i’ve done it before. but that will fck me over like it has already. A slight deficit is the only deficit i can be in. anyway. Sounds like you’ve done well on your journey. Very happy for you

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its-monster-mash · 3 years

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Wild Thing: Part 2

Paul (The Lost Boys) X Michael’s Ex!Fem!Reader Imagine

Content Warnings: She/her pronouns, Canon Typical violence/weed/Alcohol/Lite Vampiric Manipulation/Blood

Part 1

This is really long so it’s going under a Readmore

• It’s a miracle all of you made it in one piece; the boys had played a nasty trick on Michael; and he damn near went over the edge of Hudson’s Bluff. Normally it took a lot to rattle you, but in that split second before Michael was actually able to stop, you practically felt your heart stop. It wasn’t every day you watched your best friend nearly fall to his death. You can feel Paul’s abdomen tighten beneath your arms as he laughs. It’s a cruel sound, and you’re not sure if it’s at Mike’s expense or yours. David nods toward him, and he turns to look back at you, grinning like the fox in the henhouse. “Oh come on babe, lighten up.”

• As soon as he catches his breath, Michael lunges at David, understably furious. You’re pissed as hell yourself, but when you try to climb off of Paul’s bike to give them all a piece of your mind, he grabs your thigh, keeping you in place. You open your mouth to tell him off, but he interrupts you. “Shhh girlie, just look, s’all cool.”

• You’re about to argue with him when instead of knocking David’s lights out or storming off, you notice Michael talking to him, Star looking entirely uncomfortable between them. “How far are you willing to go, Michael?” Your jaw practically drops in surprise when you see Mike nod, getting back on his bike. It worries you, this is so unlike him.

• Paul smiles down at you, no trace of his cruelty from earlier. He jostles your leg playfully. “See? It was just a little joke, everything’s cool.” You can’t help but lose yourself a little in his beautiful blue eyes, there is just something about him that makes you want to relax. “Cool,” you repeat back to him, sliding your arms around his midsection again. “Atta girl.”

• The rest of the ride is pretty uneventful, and you come to a stop at the mouth of a cave, with no shortage of signs warning of the dangers within. “Oh please tell me we’re going in there,” you say with a grin; this is absolutely up your alley, and Michael shakes his head at you with an exasperated smile. How many ill-thought-out adventures had you dragged Mike on growing up together? You can’t help but recall the time you found that creepy old military bunker and accidentally locked yourselves in...the two of you ended up finding an alternative exit that opened up into the library basement of all places...

• Paul helps you off the bike, tugging you against his chest so he can whisper in your ear. “It’s your lucky night babe.” You can’t help but grin like an idiot as your heart races. He presses a teasing kiss to the side of your head and you feel yourself begin to melt.

• “We’re not seriously going down there, are we?” Mike pipes up, catching your attention much to Paul’s annoyance. “Mike wants to know if we’re seriously going down there,” Marko repeats, circling the cavern. “I dunno Marko, are we seriously going down there?” Dwayne asks, joining him. “We understand if you can’t hang, Michael,” David mocks with a false tone of sincerity. Paul wraps his arm around you, pulling you tight against him. “Yeah Michael, you don’t need to worry about (Y/N), I’ll keep her nice and safe.” “Stop it!” Star scolds him, taking Mike’s arm. “Don’t listen to them Michael, you can still back out if you want.” David stalks toward the edge of the cavern, his expression foreboding and mischievous. “It’s time to make a decision, Michael.”

• “Well, Either way I’m going in,” you say, getting a little impatient. You were never one to wait around while everyone else danced around a decision. “I’ll help you down,” Paul chimes in a bit too eagerly. He slides his arm around your waist, holding you tightly hip to hip before he jumps down into the cave.

• You gasp, very much expecting to break an ankle or something with the way Paul just leaped down in, but are surprised when your feet touch the ground almost feather light. “How did you DO that?” You whisper in astonishment. “Baby, I am all kinds of magic.” “What are you, the fucking Goblin King?”

• He laughs, watching you squint in the pitch darkness of the cave. “Hey I’ll take that as a compliment, Bowie’s hot as fuck.” “So are you,” you say, trying to reach for where his voice came from, but he leans away from you with a smirk, watching you stumble. “You know what the difference between me and Jareth is though?” You turn around to face him, gasping when he presses you into the cold cave wall. “I’m gonna get the girl.”

• You wrap your arms around his shoulders in excitement. It’s too dark for you to see him, but you part your lips and let your eyes fall shut, expecting a kiss. He doesn’t kiss you just yet though, holding back a moment to drink in the sight of you, beautiful and ready to give yourself to him. His lips only barely touch yours before you’re startled by the sound of several more pairs of feet hitting the ground. He groans with disappointment. “Guess we’ll have to put a pin in this,” he whispers, grazing his teeth ever so delicately against your ear. You shudder.

• Your eyes sting a bit as the cave is suddenly illuminated as Dwayne circles the room, lighting improvised trash bin braziers as he goes. Your jaw drops as you admire the sheer aesthetic of the place. Paul smiles with pride at your positive reaction.

• “What is this place?” Mike asks, climbing down from the ladder you probably should have used. David claps a hand on his shoulder, before moving to circle the cavern. “It was a Hotel once,” David says, gesturing to the now faded and ruined wallpaper. “The Jewel of Santa Carla, really.” He sounds wistful and nostalgic, almost as if he had seen the hotel in its heyday. He goes on to talk about the events leading up to its destruction, but you can hardly pay attention with the way Paul’s fingers trace little patterns against your exposed skin.

• You notice Star staring at you, almost like she’s worried...about what? Michael looks down at her, brow creasing as he follows her concerned gaze to see you standing all cozy with Paul. His eyes widen and he looks away, swallowing awkwardly. David seems to notice, and he looks straight at the pair of you. “Paul, it’s your turn to pickup dinner.” “But-” He protests, squeezing your arms just a little too tightly to be comfortable, but is cut off by the look of finality on David’s face. He sighs in deep frustration, releasing you for just a second before he startles you with a deep and forceful kiss. You barely have a chance to actually enjoy the kiss before he’s pulling away, looking at you with just the sweetest smile that makes you melt. “Wait up for me, okay?” You nod in agreement, blushing furiously. You hardly notice him side eyeing Mike as he turns to leave. “I’ll be back soon.” Just as he sets foot on the ladder, he suddenly turns around, jogging back to place another quick peck to your lips. “Okay, I can go now.”

• “Why don’t you go with him, Star,” David says, causing both Mike and Star to stare at him. “Or else we’ll end up with nothing but fortune cookies and chinese doughnuts.” Star looks at Michael apologetically, staring David down while she moves to exit the cave.

• You look over at Mike, smiling sheepishly and scratching the back of your neck. “Friendly guy,” he teases you, trying to cut through the awkwardness. David laughs, moving to clap a hand on Mike’s shoulder and yours. “What are the odds, huh? The two of you ending up lured into our little family.” Mike cracks a grin. “(Y/N) never could pass up an adventure.” David’s own face splits into a wide grin. “And what about you, Michael? What made you decide to follow us after all the crap we gave you?” “I go where she goes,” Mike says, crossing his arms defensively. “Really? Kinda looks like she’d be entertained plenty without you,” David nods toward you. “Paul’s taken quite a liking to her...that bother you?” “No,” Mike says a bit too forcefully; he never was very good at lying. “Hey, back off.” The words come out of your mouth before you even think about it. David looks at you with stunned amusement. “Yeah, back off David,” Marko mocks you. Dwayne shoves him a little.

• You take a deep breath; Mike tended to close himself off, but you were never very good at holding your tongue when you got upset...still, you didn’t want to overstep your boundaries in the boys’ own territory. “Look, Mike and I were together for a lot of years. Of course it’s weird to see each other with new people-” “You don’t seem too bothered to see him with Star,” Dwayne says from his seat on the old moth eaten couch. David grins, looking between you and Mike. He claps his hands together. “I think maybe these two could use a minute to talk things out, what do you boys think?” Dwayne nods in agreement, and Marko makes kissy noises; Dwayne gives him a light smack to the chest, before the three of them go chill in the other side of the cave to give you and Michael a little space.

• You and Mike stare at each other awkwardly; you gesture to the floor by the fountain. “You wanna sit?” “Yeah,” he agrees, his voice a little hoarse as the two of you take a seat leaning against the fountain. You sit quietly for a bit, awkwardly picking at your fingernails, before Mike breaks the silence. “I’m not upset that you’re moving on.” You turn to face him, and he continues. “I’m trying to move on too...it’s just-” “What?” “Him? (Y/N)? How did you even meet these guys?” You scoff, a little offended by the contempt in his voice when he mentioned Paul, it’s the same way his dad’s family talked about you when Mike first started bringing you around as kids. “He saved me. I was being harassed by a group of guys off the boardwalk, and Paul scared them off.” His gaze turns to his feet, partly ashamed at pre-judging Paul, and oddly ashamed of himself. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” You scoff humorously, patting him on the back. “Mike, it’s not your job to protect me, I can look after myself.” “What would have happened if Paul hadn’t shown up?” You laugh, flashing him the knife tucked discreetly into your boot. “Like I said, Mike, I can look after myself.” He lets out a deep sigh, smiling at you sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

• You give him a friendly smack to the shoulder, lightening the mood a bit. “And what about you, Mr. Badboy, with your leather jacket and fancy earring,” you tease. “What happened to the goodie-two-shoes I grew up with?” It’s Mike’s turn to scoff, he grins at you. “Wow, it’s almost like having my first love leave me for being too much of a Goodie-Two-Shoes right before my parents get divorced fucked me up a little, huh?” “Mike...I-” He laughs, giving your arm a playful shrug. “Hey, no, in all seriousness you were right. I never really pushed the envelope growing up unless I was following you. I just thought with the move that maybe it’s time for me to reinvent myself, you know? Explore what I want for a change.” He’s smiling, and you smile back at him. “She’s beautiful,” you say. “I think she likes you too.” A blush creeps up on his face, and he can’t keep himself from smiling. “Well I’m not sure if Paul likes you,” he teases, trying to draw the attention away from himself. “He might just kiss everyone like that, we don’t know.” You can’t help but laugh, shoving Mike. He decides to be dramatic, falling over onto the floor like you actually pushed him. He sits up on his elbows, smiling at you like he used to when you were kids. You return the favor.

• Unbeknownst to you, Paul stands in the entrance of the cave, his chest tightening as he watches you laugh and smile with Mike. He walks over to you quietly, so he can startle you when he drops to the ground to sit next to you. “Easy there, Mikey. You had your chance,” he says with thinly veiled contempt as he throws his arm around you. He hands you a carton of takeout. “You seem like a beef and broccoli kind of girl, hope that’s alright.” You smile up at him, cradling the hot container carefully in your hands. “It’s my favorite, thank you so much.” He smiles back, very pleased with himself.

• Star calls Mike over, handing him a carton of plain rice. She apologizes, saying she wasn’t sure what he’d like. She doesn’t quite believe him when he insists that it’s fine. “He means it Star, he hates chinese food, the rice is all he’ll eat,” you clarify. David perks up, stirring a carton of noodles. “You hate Chinese food? Jesus Michael, how could a billion Chinese people be wrong?” “Guess not everyone likes flavor,” Paul taunts, skewering his General Tso’s with his chopsticks. “‘Least I know how to use chopsticks,” Michael spits back, earning dramatic ooos from the boys. “He’s always been shit at it, doesn’t have the patience,” Dwayne says. “Not me,” Marko pipes up. “I can catch a fly midair.”

• “Oh fuck off, (Y/N) doesn’t care if I can use chopsticks or not, do you babe?” He asks, leaning in for a kiss. You take advantage of his momentary distraction to snatch a bite of his chicken...with your chopsticks. He gasps in mock offense at your sneakiness, and you quickly press your lips against his to make up for it. “Nope, I think it’s cute.” He’s smiling ear to ear, his big blue eyes locked on you, and your smile.

• David makes an exaggerated gagging noise, staring at the two of you and thoroughly ruining the moment. “Mind wrapping it up? Some of us are trying to eat here...Speaking of which, how are your maggots, Michael?” “Excuse me?” “Maggots, Mike, you’re eating Maggots.” Mike rolls his eyes, humoring David and looking into the cartoon. His eyes go wide and he instantly drops the carton, spilling rice all over the ground as he gags. The boys all laugh, and you look at Mike with concern. “What the hell Mike? It’s just rice.” He looks at you like you’re crazy, pointing frantically to the carton. “(Y/N) are you crazy? Look, it’s-” He looks down to see nothing but rice...certainly no maggots. “It’s...rice.” He looks up at David. “What the fuck did you do to me?” Paul laughs, pulling a positively ancient altoids tin from his jacket. “Take it easy, Mikey, you need to calm down,” he says, popping open the tin to reveal a collection of hand rolled joints.

• Your eyes light up, it’s been a while since you’ve smoked, and it’s always good with Chinese food. You look at Mike, being consoled by Star. “Could be the stress, Mike. When was the last time you even slept well since...” You don’t mention his parents’ divorce in front of the guys. That’s Mike’s business, not yours. He nods, catching your meaning. “...Yeah, yeah I’m in.” Marko jumps down from his perch, smacking Mike on the back. “Atta boy, Mikey!”

• Paul tosses Marko a joint, pulling out another and slipping it between your lips. “This one’s just for us.” He lights the joint, and you inhale deeply. “Romantic,” you say, blowing smoke at him. “I try,” he says, leaning in for a kiss as he takes the joint from your fingers. He pulls away just far enough so he can press the tip of his nose against yours. He takes a long drag, holding the smoke in as he leans in for another kiss. You inhale the smoke from his lungs, trying hard not to cough and ruin the kiss; this was the first time you were on this end of the shotgun. Your chest begins to heave, and he pulls away with a grin so you can cough in peace. “Wow, you take my breath away,” you squeak out between heaving coughs. He laughs, not a mean sound this time, but with genuine delight. “Damn babe, I think I might end up falling for you,” he jokes, hand on his heart.

• You planned on sassing him back, but you find yourself lost in his big beautiful eyes. You swallow, hard. Maybe it’s the weed, maybe it’s the excitement of the night, but you can’t help but think that sounds...kind of nice. You glance around the cave, at the guys, and back at Paul. Would it be so bad to stay here forever? You’re broken out of your trance by a musical tinging sound, you and Paul both look up to see David clinking an old spoon against the gaudiest decorated wine bottle you’ve ever seen. Oddly; Paul tenses beside you, his hand on your knee almost trembling.

• David turns to Mike with the wickedest look on his face. “Join us, Michael.” Star grabs onto Mike, looking even more tense than Paul does now. “You don’t have to do it, Michael. It’s not too late to back out,” she urges. “What is it?” “Blood,” she says. You laugh at the obsurdity, and Mike shakes his head at her, knocking back the bottle and drinking deeply. The boys cheer, and David turns the bottle to you. “(Y/N)...drink, and be with us forever.”

• Before you can reach for it, Paul holds his hand out to David. Unfortunately, it slips out of his hand, the bottle shattering at your feet, spilling wine over your shoes. David shoots him the nastiest look, and Paul puts his hands up in apology. “Fuck, shit, I’m so sorry; I’ll clean that up,” he says, dropping to his knees. You drop down beside him, and his eyes go wider than you’d ever seen them. “(Y/N)-” “I can help.” “No, You don’t need-” Suddenly he winces, and you instinctively grab his hand. “Fuck,” he grunts, watching the blood well up in his palm. He puts his hand to his mouth, trying to cover the bleeding. “Shit, Paul, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” “Maybe you should kiss it better,” Marko taunts. “I’m fine, (Y/N), really.” He gazes at you soothingly with those eyes of his, trying not to wince as you blot at his bleeding hand with your shirt. “You’re bleeding like crazy-” you start to argue, before noticing that his hand is hardly bleeding anymore. How could that be? He flexes his hand gingerly. “See, I told you I’m fine,” he smiles at you, his eyes sparkling. “Wouldn’t mind that kiss though.” You smile back at him, taking his hand to your lips. You taste the blood still wet against his hand, and strangely, it tastes almost sweet. You wonder if maybe it’s the weed smoke on your tongue, or maybe the chinese food, that’s making his blood taste so strange. You stare up at him sheepishly, thankful he can’t tell what you were thinking just now. He caresses your face softly in his hand, and you melt into the tenderness of his touch. “You’re so cute when you’re worried about me.” He presses his lips against yours, and you’re immediately hit by the sweet taste of his blood again. Part of you is horrified with yourself; you know you should pull away, but it’s just too good. You think you might die when he slips his tongue into your mouth. All too soon he pulls away, looking more than satisfied with himself, a breathless glee in his eyes. He strokes his thumb across your mouth, coming back bloody. “Looks like we made a mess.” He leans in to whisper in your ear. “And it looks like you liked it.” Your body tenses, mortified at being caught, but he runs a comforting hand down your back. “Don’t worry babe, it’ll be our dirty little secret.”

#mypost #the lost boys #paul lost boys #Paul lost boys imagine #paul the lost boys #the lost boys imagines #paul lost boys x reader #David knows he TOTALLY did that on purpose #He wanted the Reader to turn with HIS blood #He was scared as hell when she bent down to help though because if she’d have gotten cut he wouldn’t know how he and the boys would react #tlb imagines #paul tlb

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zosonils-art · 3 years

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Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Relationship: Ferb Fletcher & Phineas Flynn

Characters: Ferb Fletcher, Phineas Flynn, Perry the Platypus (Phineas and Ferb), Linda Flynn-Fletcher

Additional Tags: Autistic Ferb, Autistic Phineas, autistic phineas is more implied and could also be taken as adhd but he has both anyway so, Autistic Meltdown, Autism, Sensory Overload, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Illustrations, Canon Continuation, Fix-It of Sorts, i think????? i don't frequent this goddamn website i don't know, Brotherly Love, Crying, some of the crying is me

Summary: A stressful day pushes Ferb past his breaking point, and Phineas feels that he has a responsibility to set things right. Takes place immediately after Ready For The Bettys. Was supposed to be a simple continuation fic but got wildly out of hand. Ph*n*rb shippers fuck off this isn't for you.

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as you’ve probably figured out if you’re following my main, i recently wrote my first fic since i was about 13! it’s available on ao3 at the link above, but you can also read it on tumblr by clicking the readmore on this post! i put a lot of effort into this and it took a lot of courage to post, so feedback is greatly appreciated!

"Mom! Guess what Ferb did!"

Phineas bursts into the kitchen energetically, still buzzing with adrenaline from the day's adventure. Ferb follows a step or two behind. Linda turns her attention from the freshly baked pie in her hands to her sons, although Phineas is too beside himself with excitement to consider whether or not she's paying attention. "He made a secret tunnel, and a spy headquarters, and a villain's lair, and a hover jet shaped like Perry- tell her, Ferb!"

Ferb doesn't match Phineas' enthusiasm. In fact, at the moment, he's sick to death of it. He prepares to launch into the explanation he's been trying all day to give. "Actually, I-"

"Wait a second," Linda interrupts, eyeing the boys with suspicion. "Why are you two soaking wet?"

The interruption is just too much for Ferb. He doesn't even process the question, just lets out a harsh shout of frustration. Phineas recoils - Ferb almost never shouts. "I give UP!" Ferb yells, his voice shaking on the last syllable, and before either of his surprised family members can respond, he turns around and storms off, his destination betrayed by the distinct clunking rhythm of stairs being stomped on too hard and the sound of a door slamming upstairs.

For a moment, the kitchen is silent. Linda recovers before Phineas does, her eyes narrowing in disapproval. "Young man, that is not how we talk to each other in this house!" she calls, setting the pie tin and her oven mitts down on the kitchen counter and following Ferb's path to his room. Before she can make it to the doorway, though, her progress is halted.

"Mom, wait!" Phineas pleads. He's finally caught onto what's been going on all day, and although he's still only half processed it, he knows he doesn't want Ferb to be in trouble for it. He frantically tugs on Linda's arm to draw her attention. Once he's sure that she's stopped, he withdraws his hand (he's still wet, after all, he doesn't want to make her uncomfortable), but sidesteps around her to put his tiny body firmly between her and the doorway to the living room. "Mom, please don't be mad at Ferb, it- it's not his fault! I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it, he's just..." Phineas' voice trails off briefly, but he forces it back into action, complete with the most serious expression he can manage. "If you're gonna be mad at either of us, it should be me, okay?"

At first, Linda returns Phineas' gaze with suspicion, then her face softens with realisation. She crouches down to her son's eye level, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Phineas, did something else happen today?" she asks, the anger gone from her voice.

Phineas hesitates, dropping eye contact again. He's almost certain about the cause of Ferb's outburst, and he can't help but mentally beat himself up for it to a degree. "Well, Ferb's been trying to tell me something all day, but he kept getting interrupted by our spy mission, and I guess it must have been really frustrating because he hates being interrupted but I didn't realise and-" he pauses to breathe, and shudders as he inhales as if on the verge of tears - "and I should have asked at some point but I just kept getting distracted and I didn't even realise how upset it was making him but-"

"Phineas," Linda says gently, and he gladly accepts the invitation to cut his rambling short. His breathing is shaky, but he doesn't cry just yet, even though his emotional state has nosedived in barely a minute. After giving him a moment to snap back into focus, Linda continues. "Phineas, honey, it sounds like this has just been a misunderstanding. On my end, too," she adds, regretting having snapped at Ferb earlier. Phineas nods with a nondescript mumble of agreement. Although he still obviously isn't looking, Linda gives him a reassuring smile anyway, accompanied by a gentle squeeze of his shoulder. "Thank you for telling the truth, sweetheart," she praises him.

"Mmh," Phineas mumbles, tugging at his shirt collar. He tends to fiddle with his shirt when he's nervous or overexcited. It doesn't hold a candle to bouncing his leg or flapping his hands, as far as stimming goes, but it's a lot easier to do while someone is touching you. "I just should've realised what was up earlier, then he probably wouldn't have freaked out..."

He finally glances up again, and the look his mom is giving him tells him that he should drop the argument, so he stops. Linda ruffles his hair affectionately, leaning forward to reach all the way behind Phineas' oddly-shaped head, and flinches at the unpleasant reminder of how waterlogged he still is. She stands up, flicking her hand dry. "I'm sure he knows you didn't mean to hurt his feelings," she reassures Phineas. "Why don't you dry yourself off and then go talk to him? Which reminds me," Linda motions towards the puddles tracked all over the kitchen floor, "why are you two so wet?"

"Oh, we fell in Isabella's pool," Phineas answers matter-of-factly. He isn't quite back to his usual blindingly sunny disposition, but the panicky tremble in his voice has at least disappeared.

Linda smiles, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "Well, that I believe," she says. She'd tactfully decided not to comment on whatever that secret spy headquarters spiel was that Phineas had been getting worked up over, but she suspects his latest imaginary game took the boys to Isabella's backyard and ended up having some real-life consequences. "Oh, hi, Perry," she adds, as the platypus in question waddles into the kitchen.

Perry responds with his familiar chatter. Phineas leans down to pet Perry on the head. "At least you've had a stress-free day, huh," he says, then leaves for the bathroom. Perry stares at him blankly.

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Ferb is having a meltdown.

He knows what this is, of course. He reads every textbook and blog post on the subject he can find, just in case it helps him make some more sense of himself. If he misses one, Phineas will no doubt have found and memorised it himself for the same reason, and will gladly rattle off anything new. Knowing why there's a raging storm beating at the inside of his head, however, is entirely different from quelling it. By the time he reaches his bedroom, he's trembling so violently that he can barely stand. He stumbles to his bed, pushing his hands down into the mattress to keep himself on his feet.

It's like feeling every feeling from every second of the day all in the same moment, and it hurts. So much is happening in his head that he can't even isolate a single thought, let alone process what it means. Is he angry? That'd make sense, sure, but his mental state isn't exactly conducive to deductive reasoning at the moment. Is he sad? Scared? Something else entirely?? He can't tell what emotion or mixture thereof it is, only that it's hurting his head, and he wants to get it out but he doesn't know how. He's struggling to breathe now, his arms shaking with the effort of keeping his body supported, and as he draws in a desperate shuddering breath Ferb feels something wet in his eye and then on his face, and he remembers that his entire body is wet and he hates it. It's cold, and his hair is sticking to his face and uncomfortably close to his eyes, and his clothes cling to his body oppressively and he wants to tear them off and stop feeling everything. Instead of doing that, he forces himself to breathe in again and looks around the room frantically, hoping to find something other than absolutely everything to concentrate on.

His eyes land on Phineas' bed, and although his vision is blurring as the panicky tears pour down his face, he recognises the shape instantly. Is he mad at Phineas? Should he be? He should be, right? If Phineas had just stopped to listen to him for once, he wouldn't be here with the world ending inside his brain. Another violent wave of emotion sends a shock through his whole body, and Ferb is still in no state to identify it, but he gets the message. He doesn't want to be angry. Not at Phineas. In fact, he doesn't want to feel anything he's feeling at the moment. Not the turbulent assault of everything inside his head, not the hammering rhythm of his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest, not every tiny thing that touches his skin or the light from outside that still feels blinding through the curtains or the muffled sounds of conversation downstairs that he doesn't have room in his brain to translate into anything but more noise.

Sensory overload is another term Ferb knows, and it's another one that doesn't really help to know in the moment. The feeling of anxiety that's been growing in his chest since that morning finally becomes too much for his body to handle, and he collapses on his bed, weakly gripping the blanket for support. Burying his face in his covers blocks out most of the sunlight, at least, but it doesn't significantly improve his mood. He shivers, partly from cold thanks to still being uncomfortably wet, partly from the sobs making his whole body convulse. (When did those start? He doesn't remember.) He uses the last of his physical strength to pull himself fully onto his bed and curl into himself, trying desperately to calm himself down.

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It's not working. Why isn't it working?? It's as if every effort to steady his breathing just makes him cry harder, every attempt at a calming thought being shattered into a thousand anxious ones by the merciless torrent of everything whirling around in his mind. Ferb is suddenly hyper-aware of how empty the room around him is, and it makes him feel helpless. It's the first feeling he's managed to connect a name to with absolute certainty this whole time, and it's terrifying.

If he was making any noise before in his attempts to control his breathing, he's stopped now. No sound escapes him as he lies in place, too preoccupied with the overwhelming barrage of thoughts in his brain to move. More than anything, Ferb wants his brain to just shut off. Everything in his mind blends into a horrible white noise that won't stop, threatening to drown him in static.

Through the raging mental cyclone, he just barely hears the knock at the door.

Phineas waits a moment before entering his room. He wants to make sure Ferb has time to process that he's here. A few seconds pass, then he opens the door slowly so that it doesn't make any sound. A stab of guilt hits him when he sees Ferb curled up on his bed, visibly distressed. He's facing the opposite wall, but the way he shudders as he breathes makes it obvious that he's crying. Phineas feels his heart sink. He'd really hoped it wouldn't be this bad.

"Hey," he says softly. Ferb grips himself tighter. Just a minute ago, Phineas would have been the last person he wanted to see, but now his desperation for comfort outweighs any lingering hints of animosity. He doesn't object to his brother's presence, so Phineas gently closes the door and walks over to his side of the room. He sits on the bed, watching Ferb to see if he reacts negatively to the shift in weight distribution, and tenses up slightly at how damp the blanket is. Of course, Ferb wouldn't have stopped to dry off on his way up here. A closer look confirms that while a lot of the water on his body has run off and soaked into his bed, Ferb is still almost as wet as he was when he arrived home. Phineas frowns - that can't be comfortable, and it's probably making him feel even worse. "Are you okay?" he asks.

Ferb curls into himself even more instead of asking. The question is so frustratingly rhetorical that he almost reconsiders the possibility of being angry, but the idea still scares him, so the feeling passes. Fortunately, Phineas understands the unspoken 'obviously not' with no further input, and continues to talk. "I'm really sorry about today," he begins. "I know you don't like being interrupted, and I should've realised that it was making you feel bad but I just wasn't paying enough attention and- and I'm sorry, because it's kinda my fault you got so upset," he apologises, not realising that he's holding back tears until he stops to breathe. He wills himself not to cry. He's here to try and make Ferb feel better, not guilt him into forgiveness.

It takes a second or two for Ferb to process what Phineas is saying. It's a struggle to drag the words through the confusing whirlwind of everything still rampaging through his head. Eventually, after a great deal of mental effort, he shakes his head in response. Perhaps he was angry before, he still can't tell, but he definitely isn't now. He can't manage anything beyond the simple gesture, but it's not the first time he's been utterly uncommunicative, so Phineas understands the meaning as well as he needs to: it's not your fault.

"Th-thanks," he stutters, although Ferb's acceptance does little to settle the crushing feeling of responsibility. "Next time you can speak I'll let you tell me whatever it is you needed to, okay? I promise." He smiles a little. "No more secret agent business to interrupt you."

The last sentence sure prompts a reaction from Ferb - he rolls over so that his face is entirely buried in the blanket and makes a frustrated noise without opening his mouth, his body shaking with some mixture of anger and physical strain. Phineas inhales sharply and recoils, no more prepared for an audible outburst from Ferb than the first time. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, already speed-testing possible answers in his head. "Did you not have fun today? Of- of course you didn't, that's why you're upset, but I thought you did a great job on the spy mission! It was really cool." He's trying to be reassuring, but Ferb just shakes harder, seemingly becoming more aggravated rather than less.

Phineas tilts his head in confusion. "Ferb? Ferb, it's okay, I-I'm sorry. Did... did it not go the way you planned?" he guesses, searching increasingly frantically for any change in Ferb's body language. "Hmm... oh, were you not finished building it yet?" He thinks back to Ferb's numerous attempts at speaking to him throughout the day, hoping that he'll find some clue that makes everything fall into place - and something clicks in his brain. He deflates a little at how painfully obvious the realisation seems in retrospect, with a soft "Oh." Sighing at his own ignorance, he directs his voice to Ferb again as he says, "You didn't actually build all that, did you?"

Ferb sits up slowly and turns to Phineas with his signature deadpan glare, the silent, biting sarcasm undermined significantly by the tears still falling from his eyes. Phineas hums concernedly. "Is that what you were trying to tell me?" he asks. Ferb gets partway through rolling his eyes before giving up and returning to the fetal position.

Phineas sighs sadly. He hates seeing his brother cry. There's nothing he wants to do more than pull him into the tightest hug he can manage, but he knows Ferb won't appreciate being touched in this state, so he opts to fiddle with his shirt again to keep his hands busy. "Who do you think did build that stuff?" he asks. Ferb doesn't care. On any other day, a secret spy lair being hidden under his house would be cause for immeasurable excitement, but after the day's events he's thoroughly sick of thinking about the subject. Phineas picks up on Ferb's antipathy towards the question and, sensing that it might be a sore topic for some time, decides not to bring it up again for a while. He'll satisfy his curiosity sometime when it doesn't come at the expense of Ferb's comfort.

An uncomfortable silence falls over the boys. It's broken when Ferb suddenly sniffles loud enough to make Phineas jump, sits up again, and halfheartedly tries to wipe the tears from his face. "Oh geez, hold on," Phineas says, leaning over to rummage through his short pockets. He eventually pulls out a wad of tissues, somehow unaffected by the earlier impromptu dive into Isabella's pool. He offers them with a gentle "here you go" to Ferb, who takes a few silently and scrubs at his eyes.

While he still doesn't feel good by any stretch of the definition, Ferb at least doesn't feel completely awful anymore. What was once a violent hurricane in his mind has receded enough that he can focus on the world around him without breaking down, at least for the time being, and he's left feeling just drained. He balls up his handful of tissues and tosses them at the bin under his desk. The ball makes it to Phineas' leg before unceremoniously bouncing to a stop. Phineas picks it up and throws it the rest of the way to the trash, standing up to do so.

Rather than sit down again, he kneels down and pulls out one of the drawers conveniently built into the bed. Ferb watches inquisitively, still too out of it to immediately catch onto what's happening. Phineas rummages a little before finally pulling out a pair of pyjamas, suggesting, "You should dry off and change your clothes." He pauses to think. "Can you make it downstairs to the bathroom by yourself?" he asks. At any other time, it would be a silly question, but Ferb is always exhausted after a meltdown. The visible effort it's taking him just to stay upright isn't lost on Phineas. Ferb ponders the question, then gives a tentative nod. He's definitely shaky, but he really wants to change into something dry.

"Great!" Phineas smiles encouragingly. "Should I bring the usual stuff to the living room? Your bed's probably not gonna feel comfortable until it dries out." Ferb glances down at the unmistakable damp silhouette of where he had been lying earlier and nods again, more confidently. He slowly gets to his feet, first pushing against his bed for support, then grasping the hand Phineas offers him. He lets go once he's certain he's regained his balance, and only then does Phineas hand him his pyjamas. "I'll come meet you downstairs, okay?" Phineas says. Then, pulling at the bottom of his shirt, which is still a bit soggy despite his best efforts to towel it off, he adds, "I should probably change into something dry as well."

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Ferb rubs his eyes as he comes out of the bathroom, his drenched clothes swapped out for his much more comfortable pyjamas. He's stopped crying, it seems, but he's still feeling sensitive enough that the light from outside bothers him. He's relieved to discover that it's much darker in the living room - Phineas must have been here already. The curtains are drawn so that the lamp on the end table is the only light source in the room, softly illuminating its surroundings with a pleasant warm glow. He doesn't have the energy to analyse the entire room, even in these far more bearable conditions, but his attention is drawn to his favourite weighted blanket folded neatly on the couch. He sits down and drags the blanket over him, struggling a bit with the weight, but relaxing once he feels its reassuring pressure on his legs.

It's as he's settling into his position on the couch that Phineas enters with an "Oh, there you are, Ferb!". Perry is firmly but comfortably wedged under one of his arms, like a fuzzy teal football or loaf of bread, and seems altogether unbothered by his position. Ferb gasps quietly at the sight of Perry, his eyes brightening momentarily, and reaches out for him with various soft noises of urgency. Phineas wastes no time in setting Perry down next to Ferb, and the platypus reacts with a gentle, almost soothing chatter. Ferb instinctively mimicks the sound under his breath, and Perry responds with a nearly identical noise. Ferb echoes it again, slightly louder this time, and his face lights up with a weak smile, the first one he's managed all day.

Taking this as a sign of progress, Phineas sighs with relief as he sits on the sofa. He makes sure to maintain a respectful distance from Ferb, who's running a hand through Perry's fur as they echo the same low growling noise back at each other. (It pains Phineas not to join in, but he senses the two have gotten themselves into a groove that would be rude to interrupt.) Ferb's smile fades almost as soon as it appears, but he seems much more relaxed after the change in clothes and scenery. His hair is sticking up in every direction from being towelled dry, and Phineas stifles a laugh at how silly it looks. The back-and-forth chattering eventually dies down, and it's only then that Phineas continues. "Mom's gonna make you some tea, and she says if you aren't feeling better by dinner you can eat in here if you want," he says. Ferb turns to him and raises a thumbs-up briefly before returning his hand and focus to Perry.

Phineas quietly watches his brother for a moment before speaking again. "Do you want me to stay?" he asks. Exactly how sociable Ferb is while he's coming out of a meltdown varies. He almost invariably needs some time on his own to mentally reset, but sometimes it helps if someone he trusts is there to reassure him for a while first. In Phineas' experience, asking is always the best way to tell.

Ferb hesitates for a second, then surprises both of them with his answer, which is to turn and collapse into Phineas' lap with one arm hooked over his legs in a sort of pseudo-hug. Phineas tenses up, not sure how to react. He cautiously puts an arm around Ferb, in a comforting gesture that doesn't fully subject him to the overwhelming sensory experience of a true hug. Ferb doesn't fight it, just repositions himself so that he's lying down with Phineas as a makeshift pillow and sinks further into the gentle embrace. Phineas laughs softly. "Okay, I guess you do."

This is nice, Ferb thinks. Definitely an improvement over violently sobbing alone in his room. Perry must be feeling relaxed too, because he climbs onto Ferb's stomach, circles a few times, lets out one more chatter, then flops down and goes to sleep, purring gently. Phineas giggles at the platypus' behaviour, and Ferb's shoulders shake in silent laughter - his blanket absorbs enough of the sensation that it just tickles. Watching Perry doze off reminds him that he's still exhausted, despite the positive change in environment, and his attempt to stifle a yawn fails. He's still on high alert, and he knows he won't be sleeping for longer than a few minutes until the emotional clutter completely drains from his mind. With that said, both the blanket and Perry weighing down on him make for a pretty cosy combination, and he finds himself fighting to keep his eyes open. Maybe just a moment of rest will be good for him.

Before he knows it, his eyes are closed, and he's powerless to prevent himself from drifting off. Phineas accepts his new career as a pillow without comment, simply adjusting his right hand so that both his arms are positioned protectively around his brother. Being trapped in place for the time being doesn't worry him. Ferb won't mind being stirred awake when their mom arrives with his tea, and until then Phineas can easily occupy himself with thoughts of what to do tomorrow. Besides, he can subject himself to a few minutes of quiet if that's what Ferb needs. What kind of a brother would he be if he couldn't, right?

Ferb half-consciously brings a hand to Phineas' wrist, as if it'll float off if he isn't holding on. He can feel his brain shutting down, and he welcomes the change. The last thing he's aware of before his consciousness finally leaves him in peace for a moment is the sound of Phineas' voice, promising him, "You're gonna be okay."

#zos writes #phineas and ferb #ferb fletcher #phineas flynn #won't tag perry or linda since they're side characters basically #anyway please for the love of god reblog this. links don't show up in tags so literally the only way people will see this is reblogs #i'm serious about the fuck off too if ph*n*rbs even LOOK at this post i will stomp you to death with my hooves

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nightskyfoxyy · 3 years

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ANGSTY ONESHOT (PT 2)

(Cuz why not. Still on mobile and dont know how to put it under a readmore but eh. It is what it is.)

Things had gotten easier, ever since he woke up.

Sure, it had been the most anxious week of her life, but slowly, she felt her psyche recover from it, just as his body was.

Barely four days since he was able to breathe on his own again. Talking was barely possible, given how between the initial wound and the treatment, his vocal cords were rather beat up. She had to admit it was still.. unnerving, to see him in a state like that. He might not have been the strongest person to begin with, but she knew well enough through their work he was able to take a hit or two just fine.. This had been worse.

And yet, he still had an awful lot of luck, if the doctors were to be believed.

Any other way, and the bullet would have inevitably hit something vital. Sure, it had caused a lot of damage regardless, but it was better than being.. well, /dead/.

A lot better.

She knocked against the doorframe before entering the room, a bit more vigorous than usual.

Yes, indeed, one hell of a lot better.

"Evening, Wataru, how are we holding up today?"

He tried not to look like he had woken up mere seconds ago.

"H-hey, Miwa.." he cleared his throat, feeling a bit bad about the awful, ragged noise to it. "Bet.. better. Y-you?"

She sat down on the chair next to the bed, as always, shuffling it as close as it would go.

"Better as well. Even managed to take a short shift at work, again. A bit tiring, but it felt good to be back."

"Ah.. I.. Im glad." He smiled at her, just as softly as he always had.

Things really were looking up again, as it seemed.

She couldnt help but smile, as well.

With a slight smirk, she leaned over him for a moment, placing a quick but insistent kiss on his lips.

"Feels good I get to do this again, too.", she laughed, lacing her fingers with his own when she sat back down.

"Hah.. y-yes. S-same here."

"Oh come on, you at least got to sleep it off!", she teased, feeling the life return to her with each laugh.

"Y-yeah.. sorry about t-that. R-eally.."

"Dont sweat it." She grabbed his hand a bit tighter. "You came back to me, thats all that matters. We'll get you back on track in no time, im sure." She leaned back in the chair a bit more comfortably, "And I wont let you out of my sight without a bulletproof.. everything, again. Ever."

A weak laugh left his throat. Yeah, she probably wouldnt..

"Oh, speaking of accessories."

Sato retrieved her hand for but a moment, quickly taking off the two rings on her ringfinger, slipping just her own back on. "They said you can put it on again. Gotta say, it was quite a look, but I think Id prefer not having to keep it warm for you again.. Did you know thats considered a 'widows ring'? Gave the others at work quite a scare at first, haha.."

"I-Ive heard o-f it.." he huffed, not sure if that was hilarious or a mildly terrifying thought. If anything, her obliviousness was a bit cute, indeed.

He eyed the ring on his finger for a few seconds upon putting it back on. He couldnt help but feel just a bit proud. Somehow, he had managed to woo the woman of his dreams, and this would be an eternal reminder.

And now, all he had to do was recover, so they could go back to the life they were building.

"H-hows Inu doing, t-though?"

"Oh, shes alright.. Missing you, obviously, but otherwise alright. She took one of your jackets the other day to put in her bed, and keeps bringing me your notebook. Its adorable, really. A bit sad, but adorable."

As she spoke, she began scrolling through her phone, showing him what she was talking about.

"Aww, poor t-thing.. N-now I feel e-extra bad.."

"You dont have to feel bad /at all/, you know." She nudged his arm, "If anyone should, its the guy who shot you. And our little one bit the living daylights out of that one, so... Consider yourself avenged."

That was certainly /one/ way to look at it..

"Yeah.. I-in a way.."

"Once you can walk around again, you could see her in the parking lot, though. I bet she'd appreciate that."

He perked up a bit at the thought. "T-that would be nice! I-id love not t-to just.. lay around, f-or once."

"Easy there." She pushed him back down, careful not to use too much force on him. "You're still sore. Dont push yourself."

She looked at him with the same stern determination that had gotten her her reputation. Only with him, there was concern in it, as well.

"I-its fine, really! T-the faster I can get o-out of here, the better.."

"Yeah.." she took his hand again. "Id rather have you with me too."

#lo rambles #case closed #detective conan #takagi wataru #wataru takagi #miwako sato #sato miwako #tw violence #just mentions but just in case

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eggsordium · 3 years

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okay so. time to speculate on elite spec. elite speculation. by which i specifically mean guardian.

so, anet keeps emphasizing the fact that they're 'breaking the rules' and etc with the new elite specs, which we've seen with the new mes. like, mesmer's whole thing is phantasms and clones and whatnot, but now they're swapping out the clones with the dagger thing. that's a clear breaking of the rules in the 'totally doing something new with class mechanics' sense.

so let me propose an idea for guardian. guard's main mechanic is the virtues (obv), and u see it in the dragonhunter and firebrand stuff. justice, resolve, and courage, which corresponds to attack, heal, and aegis respectively. (okay caveat: i haven't really played firebrand so i have no idea what's going on there LOL)

so how do we 'break the rules' here? well, here's an idea: literally break them. break the virtues. guardian is the quintessential 'paladin' class, right? and we don't have an 'oathbreaker' paladin yet. virtuebreaker guardian you guys

so that's the THEME i'm proposing, some ideas on how it might be implemented below: (sorry everyone i wanted to put it under a cut but i don't know how to do that on mobile akdjajdjsk I FIGURED OUT HOW TO PUT A READMORE IT JUST TOOK ME BEING ON DESKTOP)

1. Justice

this one feels like an easy one to 'bastardize' so to speak. justice at its extremes can become. well. extreme justice. zealotry? extreme 'i will find the evildoers and PUNISH them.' but arguably, baseline guardian can already be read that way, considering that the justice virtue LITERALLY SETS PEOPLE ON FIRE, so let's take a sidestep. let's go with the classic definition of justice, "person a does a wrong thing that harms person b, so person a gets a punishment proportional to the harm they caused, and all is good."

what happens if you push that? "person a does a wrong thing that harms person b, so we need to revisit that harm on person a tenfold."

i'm talking VENGEANCE BABEYYYY

and there's already a vengeance mechanic in gw2!! i forget what it's called. retribution?? so instead of being mechanically flavored around the HOLY FLAMES OF JUSTICE, maybe this first virtue is based on the retribution condition instead??

2. Resolve

yeah i'm not really sure about this one. i guess the thematic vibe of it is like, "i resolve to see this quest through to the end, so i must keep myself (and my buddies) going via holy healing"?

thematically, i'm not sure about how a virtuebreaker might go about this one. breaking you and your pal's resolve would be an... interesting take. friendly fire would be kind of funny though

alternatively, though, breaking your enemy's resolve??? going off of the original, healing mechanic, maybe instead of a normal heal that boosts your pals, it's a lifesteal instead????

3. Courage

so currently, the virtue of courage stuff is all about shielding and aegis and providing protection, aka like, bravely standing your ground. so the clear opposite of that is running the fuck away. anet it's high time guardian got some good fuckin mobility p l e a s e

alternatively, it could be about taking the courage away from your enemies, so like... fear, immobilization, stun??? anet it's high time guardian got some good fuckin cc p l e a s e

now that i'm looking at this list of ideas, it all seems to be like, fucking over the enemy to directly benefit yourself. this hypothetical elite spec could be (literally) killer in pvp sjfhsjfhs

also anet i think we should finally be able to put barriers on people.

#eod #eod spoilers #gw2 #gw2 guardian #elite speculation

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What's scarier, one cr 12 monster or three cr four monsters?

i love this question… because i love talking about combat!! HUGE response incoming about combat theory, tactical thinking, and creative ways to design combat encounters – click the readmore if you’re interested!

if by “scary” you mean “more challenging” and, to me as a DM, ultimately “more fun,” then i would have to say… the more, the merrier. because your PC’s are a lot more likely to slaughter a solo monster, no matter the CR (and i’ll get to that in a second) than to slaughter a group of monsters working together. O ACTION ECONOMY!

which brings me to a tangent/thing i’ve wanted to discuss/post about for a while on this blog so i suppose i’ll start with this ask –

i’m a HUGE fan of “monkeying with monsters,” as matt colville would put it. i’ve been implementing some of his creative combat theories in my recent sessions, and they’ve been paying huge dividends in terms of player engagement, tactical thinking, unexpected playouts, and overall fun.

basically, the idea is this: when designing a combat encounter, throw away the CR calculator (i know, i know, but hear me out), and tinker the shit out of the monster(s) in question.

i used to just plug my players’ levels into a CR calculator, look at the appropriate CR for a “challenging” fight, and pick my favorite monsters for the fight that were also setting-appropriate.

but i realized that this method was churning out rather predictable fights. a group of goblins against a level-2 party can be fun, but it’s run-of-the-mill: the goblins might coordinate tactically, especially if they were under the control of a bugbear chieftain or a goblin shaman, but other than that, they’re just stepping up to the players, hitting, getting hit, and dying.

this can be fun, don’t get me wrong, but after several other combat encounters like this, can get kinda… well… boring. predictable. for me, at least.

so, i started homebrewing bonus actions, reactions, and special villain actions for my monsters. especially the special ones: the mini-bosses, the bosses, and the random encounter monster (which i personally think should be challenging, deadly, and – if at all possible – plot relevant, or at least setting-relevant; but that’s just how i like to roll. otherwise it’s just like, “an ankheg pops out of the ground and – oh, it’s dead. you killed him, because you had all of your spell slots and hit points from your long rest. oh well.”)

i’ll use an example from one of my recent sessions. in this one, a party of five Level 3 players were going up against a Spectator – whose CR, at 3, is much lower than what 5 Level 3 players normally consider a challenge.

so i buffed its AC. i gave it twice as many hit points. and i gave it a special bonus action that allowed it to grapple a player with its tongue (which makes sense, cause if you look at a spectator, they’ve got freaky tongues) if the player was within 10 feet of it.

the spectator already has a reaction, and it’s a pretty good one: spell reflection. but because only one of my 5 players was a pure caster, i gave it another special reaction that I called “Terrifying Visage,” to make my martial fighters’ lives harder. basically, every time a melee attack misses the spectator, the Spectator can force a Wisdom save that, upon a failure, makes the player Frightened of it until the end of their next turn.

finally, the pièce de résistance: i gave the spectator 3 distinct villain actions. each villain action triggers at the end of a different round; the 1st one triggers at the end of round 1, the 2nd one at the end of round 2, the 3rd on round 3. you could definitely make more, but i tend to find solo monsters don’t last past round 3 against a well-equipped party – no matter the CR. (unless they’re the BBEG.)

at the end of the first round, my spectator’s villain action was to summon my PCs’ “Evil Selves” out of mirrors scattered throughout the battlemap. this made sense story-wise, and setting-wise, as the PCs had just spent last session grappling with what their dark sides could look like.

the manifestation of these Evil Selves was enough to startle and thrill the players, and i made a show out of taking my players’ character sheets, copying down their weapon information and skills, and giving their sheets back. this definitely freaked out my players!

i placed my PCs’ Evil Selves right above their respective characters in the initiative order, so their Evil Selves always went right before they did. needless to say, my players ended up targeting their Evil Selves instead of the spectator, even though it would have been “smarter” tactically to do so – but i didn’t punish them excessively for this, as it provided great roleplay material.

at the end of the second round, my spectator’s villain action was to “focus fire” – basically, the spectator ordered the Evil Selves to move away/disengage from their respective players without triggering opportunity attacks, and target a specific player. i chose the rogue, because she had insulted the spectator during the fight, and it made sense roleplay wise. otherwise, i would have chosen the warlock, who was the one dealing the most DPR to the spectator and the biggest tactical threat. but i loved the rogue’s roleplaying, so i decided to go for her.

unfortunately, my spectator died before it could trigger the third villain action. i’ll let you guys know what it was – i was going to have the spectator give a “kill” order to the Evil Selves, and they would all make an attack against the rogue (or whoever was nearest at that point, if the PCs moved around or the rogue disengaged), without it having to be their turn.

i designed the first villain action to be a big, “WHOA!!” moment for the players. the second villain action was about positioning – getting the Evil Selves into the right place to make the third villain action hurt the most. and the third villain action, of course, was my “trump” card – i doubt the rogue would have survived the kill order. thankfully, the battle didn’t last that long!

that’s a LONG-WINDED way of responding to your ask, but i hope this was useful in at least some small way! that’s how i buffed up a solo villain that was CR 3 against a party of 5 Level 3 players. according to one of my players, who’s been playing DND for 20 years, even though her character was paralyzed for two of the three rounds that the battle lasted, she was hanging on to every moment with bated breath. because although she’d encountered spectators before – many DND monsters before, in fact, due to her long tenure as a player – she had no idea what was going to happen next. which i take as a great sign.

ALL OF THIS is ripped directly from matt colville’s “building action-oriented monsters” video from his “running the game” youtube series, which is a fantastic resource i’d recommend to any DM who hasn’t heard of him already. please check him out and support his work if you can!

#ask #dnd #dnd ideas #dm tips #dnd combat #dnd inspiration

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thebibliosphere · 5 years

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I just wanted to put out the ask to you joy, and any others. I have been diagnosed with food allergies, and I have two thoughts / questions. One, has anyone ever had an allergy that was present, then went away? My doctor diagnosed me as allergic to eggs, and then when I went back 6 months later, that allergy was gone, and replaced with two others (foods that I had been eating up to that point, and was now allergic to.) Next, what's a good pasta replacement for allergy to rice corn and wheat?

Hi @lilnizzie I’m going to throw this under a cut as it got pretty long, but I hope you are able to view this. Let me know if the readmore breaks it.

Allergies can and do fluctuate... but not typically in that way for most people.

Some people grow out of allergies, while others grow into them. And then there’s the people like me whose bodies cannot regulate histamine, (something which we all produce and need for important cell functions like healing and keeping us safe from pathogens) and who can develop fluctuating allergies depending on how overstimulated their mast cells are, which are the cells that regulate histamine release into the tissue and blood.

You may have seen me refer to my condition as MCAS, or mast cell activation syndrome. Basically, those all-important cells of mine don’t work quite right, and as part of that, I have developed a severe histamine intolerance or HIT for short.

So for instance, eggs, particularly the white of eggs, are high in histamine (the yolk is not, weird how that works right?) and some folk with histamine regulation problems (HIT) may not be able to eat them at all, while others are able to eat the yolk, or some folks like me who are able to eat eggs as part of an ingredient (say, cornbread) provided our “histamine bucket” isn’t overflowing.

Which okay, how do I explain this... so have you heard the phrase “window of tolerance?” As in, your threshold for being able to cope with things? Well, they used to refer to this reaction as being “histamine window of tolerance”, but since more research has come to light that suggests our inability to self regulate histamine is down to a stacking effect, hence the analogy of the bucket. The more you put into an already full bucket, the more things will overflow, and before you know it you are dealing with the overspill of problems.

This can either be caused by diet, elemental factors such as pollen, dust, pet dander, etc. etc., heat, cold, exercise, and yes, even stress. (This is because mast cells are in every tissue in the body, including the brain, and they do not like stress hormones, no they do not.) For some people, the reactions are mild and fleeting and may even be mistaken for hayfever, causing only minor ailments that can be regulated by taking anti-histamines. Some others are unfortunate enough to develop full-blown MCAS (or other mast cell issues) and are at risk of anaphylaxis and must carry an epi-pen at all times. I’m one of the latter. If it helps, think of it as a sliding scale disorder, with mild HIT on one end, and “What-in- the-name-of-God-is-this?!?” level of reactions on the other.

The condition can be managed, usually through diet and lifestyle changes for those with a mild case of HIT, and with the addition of mast cell stabilizing meds for those with the more severe MCAS.

So, why am I detailing all of this? Well, it might help to know that yes, the body can and does go off the deep end sometimes, and healthy people can and do develop new allergies over time. But I’ll level with you, all the foods you listed up there are poorly tolerated by folks with HIT when their “buckets” are full, and your fluctuating egg allergy might also be a clue that something isn’t quite working the way it ought to.

Of course, I’m not a doctor and I cannot give you any real concrete advice, only my own experiences of learning to manage this condition over the last 8 months after an astute nutritionist looked at all my food intolerances and allergies, and finally after years of suffering, offered me a diagnosis.

But what I will say, given that you’re already talking to an allergist, is that it might not be a bad idea to get your blood tryptase levels checked. It’s not an entirely accurate test, as you need to be in the midst of a flare to get a result, but for some folk it can tell the doc right off the bat if something is going awry, making it a good first stage in ruling out more severe conditions which may be causing your allergic responses to fluctuate in this way.

Now, I know that’s a whole wall of text right there, and I’d hate for you to be reading it and panicking, so allow me to say, if you do have issues with regulating histamine on your own, it is manageable. Since getting my diagnosis 8 months ago, I am a lot more stable than I have been for...probably my entire life tbh (Sure my pernicious anemia didn’t help, but the MCAS is its own ordeal.) I’m even getting to eat more foods as my body stabilizes and stops being in a state of continual meltdown. Which is amazing! Fruit! Iconic!

Sure there are some foods I’ll never be able to eat again, but eh, there’s better things in life :)

Also, just in case anyone recs it in the comments or reblogs, yes there is such a thing as a low histamine diet, but it is not a long term solution and should ideally only be carried out under medical supervision. The low HIT diet is extremely low on nutrients, and if done for too long can cause all sorts of other health issues. I was left on mine for over 2 years by a negligent doctor, and am only just now starting to recover from the extreme malnourishment this caused. Apparently, the longest you should do it for is 2-4 weeks to see if symptoms improve, and then you try adding foods back in one at a time to see what you can tolerate. Who knew? (I wish I had.)

Again, not a doctor, I can’t diagnose you and I am not even saying this is what your problem is, but given what you’re asking me, I feel it prudent to share my knowledge about the wonderful world of fluctuating allergies that seem to come and go with no rhyme or reason.

As for things you can supplement, oatmeal can be used to create a savory dish that is similar to rice. I used to cook mine up with a stock cube to make it savory, then add my vegetables into. It was like a very Scottish version of risotto, but I liked it lol. ETD tells me it tastes like “stuffing” which I dunno if that’s good or not, but he always eats it when I make it. If you have issues with stock cubes, cooking it up with salt and using things like fresh herbs will have a similar effect.

You may also be able to use things like coconut flour, or spelt flour, though not everyone can eat spelt if they have a wheat issue, so watch out for that. Tapioca flour is also an option, as are nut flowers if you’re trying to bake. Watch out for a lot of boxed gluten-free stuff though, xanthum gum is typically derived from corn.

Another option would be to make “vegetable mash” which is basically what it sounds like. I like to use potato for mine because it’s one of the few carbs I can get, mash it up, then dice in my other veggies (and meat of choice) and that’s basically how I avoided grains for as long as I did. Sweet potato works well for this too. Basically, if you have to avoid grains, which it sounds like you do, veggies are a good way to keep your carbs up.

Anyway, I hope some of this was helpful... I feel like I rambled, but... yeah, I know way too much about this kind of thing for someone who went to school for liberal arts lol

#chronic health tag #allergies #life with allergies #life with mcas #histamine intolerance #food #food mention #anyone got any recs for food?#lilnizzie

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lightanddarklove · 4 years

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Connverse Week Day 2: Singing

Singing while Sloshed

Rated: Teen | Tw: Drinking/ Drunkenness

This is obscenely long for what was supposed to be a drabble so I'm just going to link @susoftjockau, they’re incredibly wholesome and cute.

Edit: I may have gotten a few things wrong because I posted at 3 am, & this is an unbeta’d work. Also, being that I am not affiliated with the SJ AU, I don’t know if Fiona’s personality at all fits within its standard. If there’s another cheerleader character that her actions would make more sense for, I can totally change it. Its Connverse focused after all.

The first song Steven's riffing on is "It's Only Love" (though you may know it as Michelle) by The Beatles. The second song is "Love Like You," Steven Universe's extended credits theme.

I am continuing this for thursday’s prompt, together, as I orginally wanted them to have a conversation in the morning but at 3 am I had to call this done. I wrote over 4k words in one day that I was off from work and I can’t be doing that again, or staying up later, haha.

Lastly, the idea that Steven only likes sweet alcoholic bevs is hardwired into me, as someone who hates beer and wine, I think he wouldn't like them either. I mean he doesn't like energy drinks for stars sake (he makes a face when drinking one in Kevin Party), what about beer would be appealing when he can have wine coolers and ciders?

Anyway, feedback makes me smile, even if you tell me about typos or that I could be doing something better. Please let me know of I neglected any tags I should mention. Thanks for reading!

Edit 2: Tumblr mobile ate this post so when I got back home and tried to fix i the format didn’t have my readmore, so if you reblog it won’t be as much of a wall of text anymore. Sorry!

A night at a party for College-age Steven and Connie results in one too strong drink, a clumsy walk home, and embracing each other through the tears. Hurt-Comfort in the Soft Jock AU. Established relationship, but no significant physical intimacy. Rated T for drinking and one use of mild language. Some depression talk and self esteem issues too. Teen.

Steven had been sitting at a table, enjoying the music and sipping a soda in a red plastic cup until all that was left was ice. He was waiting for Connie to finish her conversation with Natalie across the room. He bobbed his head lightly to the music playing from the speaker by the doorway. He was smiling at Connie until Fiona came to sit down in front of him. He sat up a bit straighter and looked at her.

“Hey Fiona,” he said.

“You sticking around, Universe? Or you itching to get out of here,” asked Fiona.

“I wouldn’t say I’m itching to get out of here,” he replied. “But Connie and I were looking to leave soon.”

“Do you want another drink before you go?”

“Well, I did already have 2 wine coolers earlier, so I think I’m done for the night.”

“Really,” she asked. “I mean, how long ago was that? Like 10?”

“10:30,” he replied. “But I have to get home soon, anyway.”

“That was almost 2 hours ago.” She said. “You can have another drink. I’ll be right back, wait here. You like soda and orange flavor, right?” She began to stand and he tried to wave her back.

“Don’t trouble yourself for me, Fiona.”

“If you like soda and fruit juices, you’ll like it. You can barely taste the alcohol, the way I make it. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll make one for each of us.”

“Well, ok.”

She disappeared into the kitchen, just past the speakers. He tapped his foot and glanced back to Connie, who had leaned into Natalie as their conversation continued. Natalie had on a wry expression as she finished telling Connie something, and Connie threw her head back and laughed. It was nice to see Connie be more comfortable with herself after a few years in college. To see her laughing at a party and not have himself be the cause of it was a good feeling. Steven can’t help but feel his chest swell with pride. He smiled at her but didn’t try to get her attention yet.

With a clink, a glass was set down in front of him, Fiona sliding in from his peripherals. The drink didn’t look bubbly, a brown-orange tone with a few ice cubes and a lemon wedge hung over its rim. The glass looked like a juice glass, not designed to hold over 10 ounces, and it wasn’t full, so he assumed it was about a 6 to 8 oz drink. Fiona had her glass in her hand as she sat next to Steven with smirk.

“Ready to try something new, Steven?” Fiona asked. “Take a sip without the lemon first, then squirt it if you want it more sour.” She raised her glass, waiting to have him give her a cheers with his.

He lifted the drink and clinked hers, quietly saying “Cheers,” before bringing it to his lips. Sweet and sour was the first flavor he noted, and then mostly orange, with some cola blending in and a minor alcoholic tang. He was pretty sure the base of the liquor was tequila, but there were other flavors he couldn’t identify, since he was pretty new to trying drinks. He nodded and smiled after the first sip. “It’s good.”

“You like?” Fiona replied, voice coy.

“Yeah,” he said, and with two gulps his drink was almost gone. She snorted, seeing how quick he had downed the cocktail. He gasped quietly, the burn in his throat stronger than the flavors had made it out to be.

“Careful there, Universe, or you’ll be on the floor,” Fiona remarked. “You aren’t a lightweight, are you?”

“Its fine,” he replied, downing the last sip. His eyes drifted back to Connie who was quickly approaching from across the room, brows knitted in concern, and Natalie behind her. He moved to stand from the stool and stumbled slightly, not expecting to be feeling the alcohol so quickly. Connie moved her arms to steady him.

“You ok?” she asked, eyeing him over. Steven gave a dopey smile and leaned on her slightly.

“Heeeeeyyyy Connieeee,” his voice turning sultry and mellow. His lowered pitch sent a chill up her spine, but she pushed the feeling that thrilled her down and rounded on Fiona, glaring.

“What did you give him?” Connie barked.

“It looked like a Long Island Iced Tea,” Natalie said from behind Connie.

“I call it…” Fiona replied, pausing for effect and waving her half-finished drink in one hand, “a Strong Island Iced Tea. It’s got more tequila and sours than the standard.”

“A Long Island Iced Tea,” Connie half-shouted, exasperated. “Are you kidding me, Fiona? That has 5 kinds of alcohol in it!”

“Whoa,” Steven remarked quietly but with his lowered tone it made Connie feel warm in the pit of her stomach. “I didn’t know that. You’re so smart, Connie.” Her cheeks burned with blush as he said it with such adoration.

“He’s hammered,” Natalie crooned, half-way hiding a chuckle, before straightening up and gesturing her hand out. “Gimmie his keys. He shouldn’t be driving anywhere tonight.”

“I’m not hammered, jus’ a lil’ tipsy.” He slurred. He swayed slightly as Connie fished through his Jacket pocket. “Gimme an hour and I’ll be fiinnneee.”

“Definitely not,” she replied firmly, but not harshly. She handed Natalie Steven’s car keys. “You can stay with me tonight, ok? Sleepover?” He gasped with excitement.

“Sleepover!” he warbled hazily. “With Connie. You’re so sweet.” Her face felt hotter, as she gripped his hand in hers.

“Thanks for this, Fiona,” Connie said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “See you later.” Fiona grinned and waved.

“Don’t dare take advantage of him,” Natalie called, starting to walk back toward the party-goers. “I’ll find out. And make sure he hydrates.” She took out her phone and sent a group text to Steven and Connie, I have your keys, come get them after you’ve slept it off.

“I got this,” Connie replied, exasperation clear in her tone. She looked back in his face at his reddening eyes and put on a plating smile, trying to speak more kindly. “Let’s go get some rest, ok? You look tired.”

“You’re the best, Connie.” He said, glowing with inebriation. She began to lead him out when he started to serenade her, causing her mild blush to spread to her ears, face beet red. The tune was recognizable, a reworked Beatles cover.

“Connie, my sweet

You have made my heart feel joy complete

My Connie.”

“He doesn’t normally do this in front of others,” she called, voice slightly shaken with embarrassment to the partygoers as she led him through the entryway. “Please ignore us and have a good night.” They passed through the main doorway of the off campus housing as he continued his song.

“Connie, my sweet

Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble

Tres bien ensemble”

His French pronunciation was faltering. She knew he was at an intermediate Italian level. But in trying to speak French, it sounded like he had tried Duolingo for an hour and was making a fool of himself pretending he had been doing it his whole life. He pitched forward again and she had to nearly dive to keep him upright. She hoisted as much of his broad shoulders and chest over her smaller frame without attempting to carry him outright as he sang sweetly in her ear, legs stumbling behind her.

“I love you, I love you, I love you

That's all I want to say

Until I find a way

I will say the only words I know that you'll understand”

She lead him on sidewalks, trying to take the most direct route to her dorm and avoiding uneven surfaces as best she could. Her blush had died down, mainly because other people weren’t watching them. The way his warm frame leaned against her dragging the thrilling feeling out of her again, making her heart pound firmly against her ribs. Still, she tried to keep focus and lead them out of the chill night air as quick as she could.

“Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble

Tres bien ensemble

I need to, I need to, I need to

I need to make you see

Oh, what you mean to me

Until I do, I'm hoping you will know what I mean

I love you”

“You’re so sappy,” Connie replied, voice quiet. “I know that you would do his sober, but I just wish this kind of thing was just for the two of us, you know?”

“I want you, I want you, I want you

I think you know by now

I'll get to you somehow

Until I do, I'm telling you so you'll understand”

She leaned against him as she held his hand outside of her dorm, fumbling with her keys as she kept her left hand gripped tight to his right.

“Connie, my sweet

Sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble

Tres bien ensemble

And I will say the only words I know that you'll understand

My Connie.”

He faltered a bit as they came through the doorway, smacking his left arm just above his wrist as she lead him upstairs to her room. Connie winced at the sound. She was grateful her roommate Carly was out of town for the evening. She still probably will hear about it, the rumor mill ran strong on this campus, but at least Connie was spared from more embarrassment this evening.

“You done now?” she asked. She sat him down on the bed and dug through her closet for his spare pair of sweatpants she kept there.

“Uh-huh,” Steven replied, voice thick and alluring. “Thanks for takin’ me back, Strawberry, I know you always lookin’ out for me. I’m lucky I have someone like you. Love you.”

She shivered at the praise, avoiding his eyes as she set the pants down on a clean patch of floor.

“You need to drink some water and take some aspirin before bed.” Connie ordered. “Stay put, I’m going to get both of those things.” She pulled her own pajamas from the corner of the bed and closed the bathroom door behind her. She grabbed the aspirin bottle from the cabinet and set it on the counter. Glancing back to ensure that the door was fully closed, she peeled her outfit off quickly and tugged her PJs on. Grabbing her hairbrush and two pills from the bottle of medicine, she backed outside. Steven still sat on the bed, swaying lazily.

“Hiiii Connnniiieeee.” His voice had drawn back up to its usual tenor as he greeted him. She smiled.

“Hi Steven, stay here for a minute, ok?” She replied. “I’m going to the kitchen, and I want you to wait because I don’t want to risk you falling on the stairs.” She placed the brush on the pants she had set out and kept the pills clutched to her palm by her ring and pinky finger.

“Yooooouuuu got it!” He gave a thumbs up.

She darted out of the room after he confirmed he would stay, and hurried down the stairs. She pulled 2 water bottles from the fridge, both eco-friendly bottles that she and Steven had shared before. After grabbing clean reusable straws from the drying rack to put in the bottles, she marched back upstairs. She left her door open and found Steven had taken his shoes and jacket off in the time she was gone. He laid on his stomach, feet crossed and head propped up on his arms across her bed diagonally.

“You’re cute in your PJs, Connie.” He caught her off guard with that compliment. But she crossed the room anyway and sat next to his head. Despite how lucid he sounded, it was best he got some water in him before going to sleep.

“Thanks, but can you sit up for me? I have some medicine I need to give you and then I’ll brush your hair.”

“Yay! Sleepover activities!” He propped himself up onto his elbows and stuck his tongue out, leaning his head back for the aspirins. She was glad he trusted her this much, but it was a bit worrying that he was so lax. She hoped he would always keep himself safe as he dropped the two pills into his open mouth and pressed the straw of the bottle to his tongue. He leaned on one hand as he took the bottle from her in the other, sipping the water through the straw. If he was always this trusting while drunk, someone could take advantage of him, and that thought scared her. She wanted to think about anything else, so she gently took his curls in her hand and gave them a gentle stroke. A chill went along his back and shoulders and he made a little excited noise.

“I want to brush your hair,” she offered. “Can I take your hair tie out?”

“Mmm-hmm,” his response came around the straw. With a gentle tug the hair tie was out and his curls came loose, framing his maturing face. She stood, watching him as she moved toward the brush on the floor. He finished his sip and let out a contented sigh. “I hope I haven’ been too much trouble, Berry.”

“What?” she asked as she got the brush and came back to sit next to him.

“I’m all loopy, an’ you’ve been takin’ care of me.” His response was quiet but mostly coherent.

“I know you would do the same for me, drunk, sick or whatever, Biscuit,” she replied. “I’m not upset that you need help. It’s ok to ask. Now I’m gonna ask that you sit in front of me so I can brush your hair.”

“Kaaay.” He called, setting the water down on her end table. She gasped as he suddenly rolled off the bed and landed on his left forearm and knees, not reacting quite fast enough to catch himself with his hands. It was still impressive he hadn’t fallen onto his face.

“Steven-“Connie scolded.

“Huh?” he sat up and scooted his back up against her knees.

“Don’t be so careless,” she replied. “You scared me. And drink your water, please.”

“I can do that,” he said. He leaned over to grab the bottle and then rested his head touching her knees. She flipped his hair up onto her thighs, accessing the ends and began brushing. He hummed contentedly. “You’re great, Connie. I’m glad that this all didn’ go badly.” Her brows furrowed with concern as she worked through his tangles. “Was scared, ya know? If you weren’ keeping me calm, I might’ve been the angry drunk type, an’ made a mess of things.”

“I-“ Connie felt her hands shake slightly as she tried to muster a response. “That could happen to anybody, you shouldn’t worry too much…”

“Buh my powers, if ‘m not careful, I could hurt somebody, then I’d get expelled, or arrested, fer sure.” She gripped the brush tightly and accidentally pulled back on a knot. He hissed quietly through his teeth and she dropped the brush. His shoulders trembled slightly and she heard a sniff. She dropped down onto her knees, hugging him from behind.

“No Steven,” she replied, her voice thick with emotion. “I know you wouldn’t intentionally hurt anyone.” He sniffed again, putting his water down and scrubbed at his face.

“Turns out… I’m actually a sad drunk,” he joked, and turned to face her. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears and he gasped. “Oh nooooo… now I’ve made you sad. I’m sorry. ‘m so sorry. So so sorry.” He turned around fully, kneeling and held her tight to his chest. Fat tears dripped down his cheeks. She clutched to his shirt, resting her head on his shoulder and let her own tears fall.

“You don’t- you shouldn’t feel like it’s- it isn’t your fault,” she stuttered.

“I made you cr-cry,” He bawled. “I’m always hurting people, even wh-when I don’t meeean to.” She took a steadying breath, trying to defuse his turbulent emotions.

“You’re allowed to forgive yourself, Steven,” she replied, looking up. Her eyes still shone with wetness, staring into his face as he looked away.

“I- I- embar- rrassed you, I made you cryyyy, and- nd I burdened you with my prob-blems,” he hiccupped. “I shouldn’ be here- I need to-“He moved to stand but Connie held tight.

“No.” she ordered. “You should stay. You’re upset and you’re allowed to be. You can talk to me about anything. Please don’t go. I’ll worry if you leave.”

“B-B-but…”

“Please,” she repeated.

That was convincing enough. He wilted into her touch, resting his head on her shoulder. Any sign of resistance melted away into fatigue. A few trace sobs shook his frame before they quieted. She kept one hand on his shoulder and grabbed Steven’s water with the other. She pulled away long enough to press the drink into his hands. He nodded, sitting down fully and drinking quietly. She sat in front of him and ran one hand through his hair, and gave him gentle strokes on his upper arm with her opposite arm.

“You look like you’re stewing.” She remarked gently. “Having a few drinks doesn’t make you a bad person. Asking for help doesn’t either. I’ll gladly have a few embarrassing stories about me if it means you get to go home safe tomorrow. Letting you leave by yourself and get hurt would have been far worse than anything else that could have gone wrong. You deserve to be safe, ok?” He nodded meekly, finishing the drink with a loud slurp. “You aren’t asking too much to be here. You don’t deserve to feel like a burden, and no one I know would ever say that about you.” He quietly leaned forward, dropping the empty bottle to the space between his thighs and went to press his forehead to hers. She obliged him.

“Thank you,” he half-whispered.

“Now, are you steady enough to stand, or will you need help getting changed?” she leaned over to where the sweatpants she had put out for him earlier sat and pulled herself close to him after grabbing them. He opened his palms to her and let her place them in his hands.

“I think I got it.” His face was tinged with blush at the suggestion. He pressed his right palm to the floor, moving to stand. She pulled herself to her feet first and offered him a hand up. He threw his pants over his shoulder and took his hand. She smiled gently at him. He fondly returned the gesture, steadily making his way to the bathroom door.

“Oh wait, I just want to grab something out of there,” she called, hurriedly stepping in front of him. She snatched the aspirin off the counter and put it away, grabbing makeup wipes and a compact mirror from her medicine cabinet. She stepped out, gesturing behind her. “It’s all yours. Please be careful, maybe sit on the toilet to get changed? I don’t want you to fall.”

With a sigh he nodded. He stepped through the doorway and closed it behind him. She leaned against the wall next to the door and took a make-up wipe out, swiping her mascara streaked eyes before opening the compact. As she worked the wipe across her face she herd Steven’s gentle singing come through the door, just over the sounds of him changing.

“If I could begin to be

Half of what you think of me

I could do about anything

I could even learn how to love

When I see the way you act

Wondering when I'm coming back

I could do about anything

I could even learn how to love like you”

She recognized the song as being something he had said the gems had sung for him when he was young. It stung that he might think these kind of thoughts about himself. She swallowed hard.

“Love like you

I always thought I might be bad

Now I'm sure that it's true

'cause I think you're so good

And I'm nothing like you”

“Steven, I promise that isn’t true…” She called through the wall. She heard him stand and move toward the door.

“Look at you go

I just adore you

I wish that I knew

What makes you think I'm so special…”

She stood as the door opened and embraced him. He leaned forward into her and sang quietly into her neck. She held him close and rubbed soothing circles into his shoulders. He swayed gently into her touch as he crooned.

“If I could begin to do

Something that does right by you

I would do about anything

I would even learn how to love

When I see the way you look

Shaken by how long it took

I could do about anything

I could even learn how to love like you

Love like you

Love me like you…”

They stood in silence for a moment and just enjoyed being held by each other. After a bit, she lowered her hand and took him by the wrist, leading him to the bed. After he sat, she took her garbage and placed it near the head of the bead and cleared her night stand.

“You’re going to be on the outside of the bed tonight.” She remarked quietly. “I’m the big spoon this time. Just let me know if you start to feel sick. I don’t care if I’m sleeping, I will hold your hair back.” He nodded. “How do you feel right now?”

“Not great, but, better than before,” he muttered.

“Well, I’m going to try and make it better. Lie down, ok?”

“Mmm-hmm.” He obliged without protest. She grabbed the comforter, tucked him in and crossed the room, shutting the light off. She stepped over him and lied down by his left shoulder. She untucked that side of the bed to get herself firmly snuggled into the weighted blanket, and nimbly re-tucked them both in.

“Night, biscuit.” She murmured. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” He replied. “Night.” He turned to face away, pointing his face toward the trash bin in case his stomach lurched in protest while sleeping. She rubbed few more gentle circles into his back and let herself be comforted with his warmth beside him. He heard her breathing even out before long, hoping that sleep would come easier with her beside him. It wasn’t long before the heaviness in his heart was outweighed by heavy eyelids, and drifted into slumber.

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Morning came, as it always did, a bit too soon for Connie’s liking. She gave a quiet sigh through her nose and lifted her head to check on Steven, who she could hear was snoring quietly. He had turned in the night to lie on his back, and his calf draped over her lower legs. His expression looked peaceful, but dark circles still showed on the pale skin beneath his eyes. Craning her neck, she could see the bathroom had looked as she had left it, as did the trash bin. It was unlikely seeing these two things in place that he had gotten sick in the night and not woken her.

She laid back down, pressing her face into the soft skin of his upper arm. He smiled contentedly but stayed asleep. It was a Sunday, so no pressing commitments for either of them. She could let him rest and deadlines for Monday be damned. She draped her arm across his torso, and let herself melt into the bed. She told him he deserved to be safe, and she never felt safer than with her next to him. Hopefully, the reverse was true, and she could help him to feel safe and loved. For now, what he needed was sleep, and she wouldn’t deny him that peace. He gave her joy and that was precious to her. So she would help however she could, and that meant staying in bed. She would take it any day.

#Connverse Week #Fanfiction #JambudWeek #Connverse #Steven Universe: Future #SU Fanfic #Steven Universe #Connie Maheswaran #SU Soft Jock AU #my precious gem child #drunkfic #hurt/comfort #non-betad #my writing

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