#snail went outside eventually

[tubes-ann]

This HUGE snail I found in my house after rain.

#snailposting #garden snails #maybe #snail #snail went outside eventually #brain juice raw #bug? #nah #snails ain’t bugs

[flowerandblood]

Sweet kiss, sweet blood (1)

[ dark vampire! • Aemond x female ]

[ warnings: sexual tension, profanation, mention of the murders ]

[description: A centuries-old vampire lives in Victorian England, bored and discouraged. His old friend sends him a letter, inviting him to his new country house. Aemond arrives there to rest. Next to the property, there is a small chapel, visited by the faithful. It turns out that at night, a young lady prays in it. Slow burn, sexual tension, profanation, murder, blood drinking.]

I owe the idea for this wonderful series to: @qyburnsghost

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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He had no idea when he began to feel that life was boring him. As he thought about it, he realized that it had been happening slowly, over the years. Year after year, he began to lose interest in the things that used to occupy him.

People came and went like flowers that sprout in the spring and wither in the fall. The indifference he felt made him feel comfortable. He felt like a black, cold hole, like a damp cellar under a house where little children are afraid to go down.

It didn't bother him. He fed on human blood, but tried not to kill his victims, unless he had to. He figured that their lives were short enough already.

At first he was out of control and couldn't remember what he was doing. He would wake up lying around dead bodies, with horror written on their faces, bitten and bloodstained. It was a terrible sight, and he usually vomited when he saw it. Then he got used to it.

He remembered clearly the night when he had been turned into a vampire. His nephew injured him during a saber duel, depriving him of one eye. The woman who treated him told him that she could make him take revenge on him.

That he will be invincible.

Drowning in pain and grief, he agreed before he thought what he was doing. The pain he felt when she bited him was indescribable. Then she bited her own wrist and kissed him, forcing him to drink her own blood.

It was over.

Alys was his lover and companion for many years afterwards. She didn't mind his antics. In killing she was even more brutal than him. He had a feeling that she was enjoying it.

She once told him that her first victim was her childhood rapist and abuser, a family friend.

She confessed to him that a person changes after something like that, and even centuries can't make you forget it.

Eventually, however, their paths parted. Her elaborate feasts intertwined with orgies and drinking the blood of virgins began to tire him. He could not bear to look at it anymore. From her perspective human lives didn't matter. She trampled them like snails that happened to get in her way, sucking the life out of them.

He, which he found absurd, did not lose the faith in God that his mother had instilled in him. When Alys wasn't looking he would take out the little Bible that his mother had given him as a gift and pray. To his amusement, the Bible did not burn in his hands, the angels did not cast him down to the abyss, although sometimes he begged for it.

He didn't go outside on sunny days, unless he had to. After his transformation his skin was as thin as parchment, and although it regenerated on its own, exposure to sunlight caused him burning pain and discomfort.

When he was forced to leave his residence for some important business he wore his top hat, black, leather gloves and a long coat, even if it was summer.

He was never hot.

His skin always felt chilled or frozen.

After he parted ways with Alys he began traveling the country alone, exploring its countryside, staying in abandoned houses, feeding on animal blood when necessary. He needed no food or drink, not even sleep, though he liked to take naps under the stars, as he had when he was human.

One day, when he returned to his tenement house which he rented with the money of a man he had killed long ago − although not willingly, because the old man had a heart attack when he bited him − he found a letter lying on his floor.

He picked it up and looked at the seal. He already knew who the sender was. He opened the envelope, unfolded a piece of paper, and began to read.

"My dearest friend,

I heard you came back to your hometown. I am glad and I hope you are in good health. I've taken up a splendid new mansion in a wonderful country estate that I'm sure you'll love. The mansion is massive, and I feel lonely without company, which I don't count as random people who live nearby. I invite you to my place, so that we can reminisce about the old times and relax together. On the other side of the card I am sending you the exact address.

Greetings, Ser Criston"

Aemond sighed, as he put the letter back in the envelope, setting his top hat on the shelf above him, slowly unbuttoning his coat. The last few weeks and months had blurred into one, he had lost complete control of the flow of time.

He didn't make new friends, especially with people, because it didn't make sense. At first he tried, even had affairs with human women, but before he knew it they were getting old and starting families, and he was moving on. In his eyes, human life flew at several times faster.

Criston had been a vampire for less than he was, turned by someone against his will. He was the servant of one of the world's oldest vampire beasts.

His master was killed and he regained his freedom.

Because of what he had been through and the terror he had known, unlike other beings of their kind, he did not kill as willingly and often, trying to appreciate the value of someone's life.

They established a close, almost brotherly relationship, but their paths diverged several years ago.

He thought a change of scenery would do him good.

He ordered a carriage for the next morning to leave before sunrise. He had been dozing all day, the curtains of the carriage he kept closed to keep out the light.

He arrived late at night. He gave the coachman a few gold coins and set off through the dark, unsettling park. The moon was high above and a thick, summer fog was spreading around him.

He passed what he thought was an old chapel and stopped for a moment. He thought he saw faint candlelight there, but he wasn't sure. He decided it didn't matter and continued on his way to the noble manor on the other side of the park.

Criston greeted him at the entrance with open arms. Aemond's face, as always, was stony and expressionless, but deep down he was glad to see him.

They passed into the living room, rich in old paintings and furniture, with a large bearskin spread on the creaky wooden floor. Indeed, the interiors made a great impression. Criston poured them wine which they drank only for pleasure.

“It may look like a shack from the outside, but it's an amazing place on the inside. I bought this property for cash from an investor nearby. Nobody wanted to renovate such a place even for such money.” He grunted, as he was shown around the rooms that seemed endless.

"And the chapel?" He asked suddenly, surprising his companion who raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't quite understand the question. Then he began to nod, as if he had remembered something and agreed with him.

“Yes, the family that lived here had a chapel that is just behind the park. As far as I know, the locals use it sometimes to come to pray so as not to have to walk five kilometers to the nearest church.” He grunted as he moved on, showing him the room he was supposed to sleep in.

The bedroom was large, with a big, ornate oak bed with an elegant, four-poster spread out in front of them, a secretary by the window, a huge, wooden neoclassical wardrobe on the right, faded wallpaper with floral motifs on the walls.

"Someone was there right now." He said indifferently, walking over to the window.

The view was perfect over the park. Beyond it he saw the small chapel building. He studied the chapel intently, but no longer saw any light coming from her windows. He thought that maybe he was just imagining it.

"Truly? Well, I don't mind. I won't set my foot there." Criston grunted, inviting him back downstairs.

They spent the night talking about the years that they had spent in seclusion, about their experiences and thoughts. Aemond thought it was a good thing that he had come to see him. He felt a little less dead, as if he had awakened from a lethargy.

When day came, he drew the curtains and lay in bed, reading a book, not wanting to go anywhere. He decided that perhaps after dark he would go for a walk around the places that Criston had told him about. The countryside was said to be calming and thought-provoking, or so he said.

He went right after sunset to the park, crossing the shore of the lake nearby. He saw a pair of swans swimming across it, and for some reason he smiled to himself. He thought that no matter what atrocities he did, no one could change the course of nature. He envied these animals the blissful ignorance they lived in.

He walked several kilometers on foot, making a great circle. By the time he made his way back through the same park to the mansion. It was completely dark and the sky was brightening again with the moon.

He glanced involuntarily at the chapel he was passing and stopped. Again, there was barely visible, warm light from her windows. He noticed that her front door was ajar.

He thought he wanted to pray.

He walked in that direction, stepping inside noiselessly. He surveyed the small room with several rows of benches and an altar and froze. In the front row, in one of the pews sat a small, delicate figure. Next to her stood a single candle which she must have brought with her. She was kneeling, bent over, not even noticing him.

Her small, slender fingers were intertwined, placed in front of her, a prayer book above them. Her eyes were closed, apparently absorbed in fervent prayer. With her black hair down, white nightgown and ruby scarf draped over her shoulders, with a warm halo of light around her head, she looked like a saint. He stared at the sight, unable to move.

Suddenly she shivered, as if she felt a sudden chill, and looked around involuntarily. When she saw him her eyes widened in horror.

She rose quickly, covering herself with a shawl, the sound stuck in her throat. Standing up, she nearly knocked over the candle that was standing next to her. Her movement brought her scent to his nostrils. He had to clench his mouth and fists to keep from throwing himself at her.

He heard her swallow hard, recovering from her initial shock, calming down slightly, though still looking at him fearfully. She didn't know what to do. He suspected that she was afraid he would rape her.

He looked down, trying to control himself. He walked over to the last bench in the row next to hers, sitting down there. He pulled his Bible out of the inside pocket of his coat, opened it in front of him and began to read.

The girl, seeing this, slowly began to relax. She pursed her lips, looking around anxiously, apparently debating whether to leave or stay. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her body tremble, saw the silhouette of her soft thighs through the material of her nightgown.

Her face and eyes were light and gentle, dark lashes and eyebrows framing her face pleasantly. Her full, pink lips turned red with horror, he could feel her blood rushing to her rosy cheeks. He tried not to think about the beating of her heart, which was pounding like a bell in his ears, and about her restless racing pulse.

Surprised, he found himself experiencing dissonance and two extreme feelings at once. Thirst was one thing, but the unbearable tightness in his pants and the heat in his lower abdomen were something he hasn't felt in years.

As she sat back in her seat, her back to him, he squeezed his eye shut, trying to control himself. He tried to divert his attention from her neck and focus on the Gospel he held in front of him.

They sat in complete silence, the only sound in the background was the quiet turning of their pages once in a while. After a few minutes he shuddered when he heard her stand up.

She hesitated for a moment as she was about to grab her prayer book. A mighty shudder went through him when he heard her soft, gentle voice.

"Would you like me to leave you a candle to read, sir?" She asked uncertainly.

Only now did he realize that ordinary people did not read in the dark. He decided that in order not to arouse suspicion he had to agree.

"Yes, if it's not a problem for you, miss." He said low and cold, looking at her intensely. He couldn't take his eye off her.

After a moment she looked at him, and he felt a bead of sweat trickling down his neck. His fangs sharpened as needles, his manhood pulsed hard in his pants. He gripped his Bible so tightly that he felt like he was about to crumple it.

He had never been so desperate.

The girl approached him hesitantly, lowering her eyes humbly, tightening the strong red material around her body, holding a prayer book to her chest.

It wasn't until she came closer that he noticed a tiny cross hung around her neck. He thought he couldn't protect her from anything.

She placed her candle in front of him, and he watched the graceful movement of her hand, her delicate, soft fingers. He swallowed hard as she pulled away, considering it a personal feat that she was still alive.

"Good night." She whispered, and he said nothing, staring straight ahead with a stony face.

She missed him, her scent more intense this time, filling his lungs again. He covered his face with his hand as he waited for her to leave. Hearing her go away, he exhaled loudly, squeezing his eye shut.

He tried to fool himself into thinking that he would never come here again, leaving her alone, letting her live in peace. He knew deep down that he wouldn't be able to rest until he had tried her in every possible way.

Until he suck into her lips, bit into her neck, drank the juices between her thighs. Distraught, he thought that this girl would be his ruin.

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[eldritch-spouse]

May I give Pebble a flower?

[Flöwer :))]

Last night, you got him to stay for ten whole minutes.

It wasn't easy, by any means. Usually, as soon as your eyes met, the abnormal monster would tremble and make an uneasy groan before taking off into the sky. You'd say it's scary, if it hadn't happened so many times already.

You still remember the first time you saw him. It was probably around midnight, maybe one in the morning, dead hours. Restless, you had slipped a robe on and went to catch some air on your backyard. Except, when you glanced up with the intent of observing the stars, what you saw instead was something much closer. A looming, broad and two-headed figure perched on your roof, beady red eye fixed on you. The entity was seemingly as in shock as you were, which is ridiculous to say, but you know now that must have been the case- He was motionless, the two of you gawking at each other like statues.

What a curious thing he is.

Bathed by the soft glow of your light pole, you could try to make sense of the male. Stone, a gargoyle with an odd blueish tint, featuring two pointed tails and a pair of paper bags covering its heads. The right one has a hole torn in it from where that ruby glow emanates. He... Has a collar around his neck, and even though you can clearly tell something is engraved in that silver tag, you haven't been able to get close enough to read it.

Yet.

That first night, he took off the moment you screamed at the top of your lungs, after making his own startled bleat that is. The encounter remained in your mind however, making you wonder if that mutated gargoyle was actually someone's pet. But surely, that can't be. He's no animal, his figure is so very humanoid. Observation has taught you better. No animal would comb its hand over the flowers of your garden with the knowledge that it had to be gentle so as to not ruin them. No animal would tap its claws on the bulbs of your light post just to hear the pleasant tink tink tink they make when they hit each other.

And no animal would have a conversation with you.

Granted, they're very one-sided conversations, which he either nods or shakes his heads at, sometimes offering vague noises that don't quite classify as words. But he clearly understands what you're saying! It took forever just to get him to stick around after a whispered "Goodnight".

He's no pet.

This time, you're determined to keep him around for just a bit longer. Because, weirdly enough, you've grown oddly attached to the gargoyle that perches on your roof every other night. You don't know what makes him keep coming back. It might be food nearby, it might be a particularly good spot to observe the sky- But you like to think he finds you just as charming as you find him. Wishful thinking, maybe.

Nonetheless, you have a plan, one whose core you hold pinched between index and thumb. A blue daisy. You smile to yourself, waiting for the telltale woosh of wings flapping and the loud thump of taloned feet finding purchase on the tiles.

" Hi... " You whisper after slowly walking outside, keeping yourself a fair distance away for his comfort. You'll never know why he fears you.

The gargoyle tenses, wings rising on his back, though he relaxes again eventually and warbles something quietly.

" I have something for you. You look like you enjoy flowers. " The monster tilts his head, blinking.

Eyes fixed on his, you make sure to take each step forward at a snail's pace, observing for any sign of aggression or terror. The entity squats straighter, grip on the tiles tightening, but makes no effort to flee. It's enough to have a smile steadily spreading on your cheeks. You never really thought you'd be the one feeling like a predator here, but it's definitely how you think of yourself as you stalk forward.

Once you're close enough to hear his slightly labored breathing, see puffs of hot air flow from beneath those odd paper bags -Things you've stopped questioning- You sedatedly raise your arm. The pretty daisy faces him delicately.

Slow seconds pass, a minute probably. Two? You're not counting. Moths fly past you both. He's studying your figure the same way a corralled chicken gazes at a wolf.

Finally, with a trembling hand, he reaches forward, hunching, stony claws scraping your knuckles in the brief moment it takes for him to pluck the flower off your grasp. It was all you needed.

Pebble.

Engraved lovingly into that rounded, shiny tag.

Taking a step back, you offer him a gentle smile.

" It's a pleasure to meet you, Pebble. "

The monster, previously studying the daisy, jumps a bit- Offering you a trepidation-filled glance full of confusion, until he remembers the nametag on his collar, tugging at it.

His free hand tugs his paper bags down harder, tails swishing as he apparently flusters.

A calmer silence settles after that, with you sitting by a stray chair, content to enjoy his mute company for a while.

It must have only been a handful of minutes before he moves again.

You don't bother looking, assuming he's about to depart for the night. Only to gasp when the monster lands on the ground, sitting next to you by the small backyard table with the daisy being twirled between bulky fingers.

Neither of you dare utter a word. And you don't need to.

This is more than enough.

#Pebble oc #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #yandere monster #terato

[portal-geist]

⊹𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊⊹

Hmm...? I recognise this title... Oh, oh no not my scripts! I must hurry! This is...

𝓝𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰

It is such a rare occurrence for the neighborhood. You don't see much other than sunny skies and ocasional snow at the perfect seasons but... It seems that today is a rainy day.

It is not as if I mind however, Barnaby too. He just loves to play in the droplets, Frank sometimes observes snails whenever he's unoccupied.

Though, maybe some others will disagree.

Eddie shivers whenever he enters my home from the cold rain, delivering none-stop. Y7/N4 complains about the waters pouring into their circuits as well as Jullie who cannot play around outside due to the mud...

In my opinion, the pouring droplets and the wet grounds creating sounds of faint chimes are such to adore and motivates my inner narrative spirits.

My voice is who I am as I am the voice of the neighborhood.

With my brightly coloured unbrella in hand, I decided to use my eyes for once. It has been a while since I've went out like this.

The light breeze and the sound of rain echoed around the feilds as I stepped out, looking around the other buildings.

The small puddles collecting on Home's windows seemed to make it look as if crying. The floweres around it swayed as if comforting.

Though Home wasn't the one who was in need of help I'd say.

I may have forgot to mention a single neighbor who absolutely despises the rain due to their pride in beauty.

"You seem to be in a puddle of shame, neighbor."

I leaned over the small friend who was crouching down below the apple tree. Completely disgruntled but not wanting wanting to fade their charming act, they attempted to fix a smile on their face despite their eyes not listening.

Unlike myself of course.

"Ah, Narrator, of course... Please do not see me like this..."

Wally put a hand to hide his messed up appearance as I cast my umbrella over him.

"Oh, Wally Darling. It isn't very usual to ast in such a shy manner."

I smugly said.

"Narrator! This isn't a time for teasing! Where are your manners?"

"Apologies friend. I understand your pride and care in your appearance! How about I guide you back to home, hmm? Does that sound fruitful?"

I eyed the fresh, red apples above, proud of my word play.

Ah, well, of course I have a silver tongue, I am the narrator after all.

"...Thank you."

Brushing his clothes off, Wally stood, stepping underneath the unbrella I pulled close to avoid getting any wet.

The first thing I notice about his appearance was...

His necktie! Oh, dear the poor, beautiul necktie! It was such a prized possession of my dear friend!

"Oh my! We shall fix up that tie of yours as soon as we return! Allow me to lead, Mr.Wally Darling!"

I enthusiastically pointed straight, and began to march towards Home's direction, Mr. Darling following close.

I hummed along a familiar tune when walking, knowing very well it would sooth my friend nerves. It is very efficient with children espeacially! Such a useful and pretty talent I take care with.

Opposing the cold breeze, I felt a stare that burned my soul. It was intense, though I didn't dare question it. It will show eventually.

"May I ask you a question, Narrator?"

Wally asked, trying to tidy his hair.

"Hmm..? Of course. Go ahead little sir."

I replied with curiousity.

"Why do you... Always use my full name instead of just... Wally?"

"Why, do you not feel comfortable?"

"Ah, no, not at all! However... I do feel a sort of distance between us..."

Hmm... I thougt for a moment.

"Well, I simply just think your name is very pretty. 'Wally Darling'... Such a icon for such a star, how can I not enjoy it's charm?"

Wally's head perked up.

"It can be a head full but not a mouth full oh nonono... "

He tilted his head at my words, though I continued.

"In addition, I just cannot simply just call you Darling now, can I? Eh, well, if you desire so of course."

I chuckled at the faint blush on the neighbors cheeks as they widened their eyes slightly.

"Hah, ooooh I am only messing around now... Darling..."

I began to laugh joyfully at Wallys small reaction. What a rare sighting! The smug little man being the one to be smugged!

He grunted in confusion as the tinggling sensasion isn't what he is used to feeling, I whatched with amusement.

"Ahahah... Apologies for my mannerisms... Oh? What's Sally doing out on a raining day?"

Across the sidewalk, Sally Starlet was skipping around.

As I peaked at the peppy starligt who bean to twirl around outside, I felt a sudden pull on my clothes. Wally caught my attention as he pointed at the sky.

Following, I saw that the rain had died down, clouds clearing as the blue and open sky began to make its entrance.

"It seems that the rain quickly passed in a swift huh, neighbor?"

I raised a hand and followed the snail paced clouds.

"It sure did now, Neighbor..."

"Oh, look!"

That was when a colourful rainbow began to cast upon the colourful neighborhood. The neighbors came out of their homes to observe the pretty phenominon.

Barnaby tilted his hat, Jullie hopped over to Frank with excitment, Eddie stopped rushing to take a peak as Poppy cam out with a baskett of bbaked goods. Y7/N4 came out of the shop beside Howdy who was being circled around by Sally who kept on blabbering about the sight.

I felt another hand next to mine as if it was grabbing the rainbow.

It looked as if the hand was shooting a beam out o it's palm.

"Look, Narrator! My beam of love for you!"

Wally chirped with a smile.

I looked back at the small neighbor, startled for a moment before chuckling at his cheeky comment.

"Of course, and my hand to catch allll of the love!"

"What? None for me?"

A familiar voice came from behind.

It was Eddie and Poppy, them waving with glee at the two of us.

Wally was slightly startled as he attempted to fix his appearance.

"None for you~"

I replied with a hum, playfully acting greedy. Eddie played along also acting sad, Poppy giggling at the silly expression.

"Awh, well, how about some cookies?"

Wally gasped, grabbing Poppy's little goodiebag.

"Ah, my favourite! Here Narrator."

Wally shared a piece of the baked goods which I took with grattitude.

No one can resist Poppy's cooking, not even Wally's pride in looks.

Eddie looked at his wrist watch before making a shocked expression and began to hurry away.

"Oh no! I better get going! Make sure to leave some love for me next time!"

"Hah, will do!"

We waved off to Eddie as he clumsily rushed off. By the time he was gone, the rainbow had quickly vanished, leaving no trace of it behind.

I looked at Wally to then face Poppy.

"Thank you Ms. Poppy Partridge. I appreciate the delicious gift! I was just about to drop Wally off back at home."

I gestured to home that was next to us.

"Ah, I see. Have a good afternoon then you two. Make sure to stay healthy and grow!"

"I'm pretty sure my growing spurt had ended years ago..."

"Nonesense! There's a lot to grow in life! Isn't that right Wally?"

Poppy looked down at Wally as well as myself. He nodded innocently to the motherly bird and smirked in my direction. I chuckled once again.

"Well then. Ought to get going you two! Home's waiting."

As that, Poppy kindly waved off to go and meet the others.

I looked at Wally who was already facing me. I smiled as I close my open umbrella, shaking off the water droplets and potential mud.

I eyed the sky, the sun shinning a tune. A tune that showered light on me. My voice felt as if visible. Just like a mad man, I can see sound, I can hear colours.

My voice finally being my story.

My light.

"Narrator? Are you alright?"

Wally snapped me back to reality. I looked back down at the small neighbor and tried to recollect my surroundings. I smiled and sighed softly, shaking my head slightly.

"Apologies, let us head into home and get you tidy now, shall we?"

"Ah, you're willing to help me?"

"Of course! What's a friend who wouldn't?"

I posed with confidence, making sure that Wally understood that I'm willing to be a helping hand.

He gave me a smile with grattitude as home opened it's front doors.

I entered from behind Wally, making sure to be respectful of the house's property.

Making sure to look good on camera, to sound godly on air.

I am the voice, I am the sun's tune.

I can hear your glares, Wally Darling.

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"Why hello, Narrator. You are looking daring today!"

"Oh hello to you as well Narrator! You sure are one to talk hm?"

"They've been talking to themselves infront of the mirror for 1 and a half hours now."

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(A/N)

Hope you enjoyed!

I'm glad many of you seem to like it :]

I'm probably gonna switch between robot reader and Narrator reader depending on my mood.

If you want me to write more into their character please let me know! :D

I wrote this in a short amount of time so appologies for that...

I am planning on making like a small explanation post about them so yeah. Ideas are very much appreciated and please notify me if you want me to write a certain thing about these readers with certain neighbors :]

Thank y'all so much! Farewell!

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[bottombatch]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @optiwashere !

First off, putting this post together had the unintended side effect of forcing me to edit the sections I wanted to share so that they would be their best. Kind of rude of you! /s

Secondly, most of these WIPs are a good bit away from being ready, or have been sitting in a WIPs pile forever. Unfortunately I write at a snail's pace because my brain craves instant dopamine...

Unfortunately most everyone I would tag here got tagged by opti, so I'm reaching a little outside my usual circle of mutuals for these tags. Feel free to ignore if you just don't feel like it!

@capriclonus, @shallitickleyournerdbutton, and @collegeoflore

Anyway, without further ado... here are 4 snippets of 4 WIPs!

Act 1 Rewrite

Laz has changed SO much from when I first started writing them, I felt a rewrite of Nothing Special was in order... then that snowballed into a multi-chap outline. It'll probably take a while before this ever gets finished enough for me to post, its a project I'm chipping away at slowly.

Anyway; here's a snippet of Laz, Shadowheart, and Lae'zel stumbling upon the chapel with a little bit of inner conflict for flavor.

“You can’t seriously be considering this.” Shadowheart whispered, confusion furrowing her brow. “I agree with the elf.” Lae’zel muttered. “We will be transformed within the hour. We must leave with haste.” For a moment, Laz considered it. But the thought settled a chill over Laz, the ever present flame inside of them flickering down to candlelight. A tenet of their oath stretched tenous and thin at the forefront of their mind; You will conquer those beneath you and not tolerate dissent. How quick they were to forget their own oath... they could practically hear the illharess clicking her tongue in their ear. Laz’s lip curled distastefully, a biting retort to put the two in their place on their lips. But they stilled as they realized that, in the middle of their own argument, the chapel behind them had gone silent. Laz held a single finger up to their lips, eyes narrowing. Lae’zel and Shadowheart both went silent as they caught on. A stray brick was crunched underfoot and Lae’zel’s eyes darted behind Laz’s shoulder. Quickly, Laz shoved Shadowheart to the ground, draping themself over her just as the arrow aimed at her instead pinged off of the shield on Laz’s back. It ricocheted into the dirt several feet away.

Lae'Zel Minthara Coffee Thing??

This has been a WIP for so, so long. I was planning to have it ready for valentines day (LOL), but I didn't like it at that point. It's a thinly veiled excuse to write these two fucking in a coffee au; think porn with a porn-level plot. It was inspired by a post about Lae'zel being the best barista in the store despite not making your drink correctly, though I don't have that post readily on hand.

My opinion on whether this is the best or worst smut I've ever written changes hourly, so eventually I'll just post it so it at least isn't clogging my WIPs anymore... but here's a snippet of the setup.

Lae’zel glanced at the next cup order, scowling as she began to make it. Minthara watched, half interested at best, until Lae’zel pumped something into it. It didn’t really matter to her what it was; it clearly wasn’t what she ordered. Minthara inwardly groaned to herself, dragging a hand down her face. She truly didn’t have enough energy to scold every incompetent employee she came across. Her therapist had been telling her to practice empathy. She could… try that. She tried to imagine her therapist’s infuriatingly calm, rational voice. It could have been a mistake, she would have reasoned. A pretty stupid, infuriating mistake, Minthara would correct. But a mistake all the same, her therapist would say, smiling behind her spectacles. Minthara would just ask her to remake it. It was not a big deal. She wasn’t even here for the coffee, after all. Then Lae’zel pumped something else into the cup, and then another. That was when all rational and empathic thoughts evaporated in a cold fury. Before Lae’zel could even read out the name on the cup, Minthara was storming towards the counter and snatching it out of her hand. “Are you hard of hearing or just daft? This is not my order.” Minthara spoke vehemently. She turned the label to read it aloud, “Venti, drip, dark roast. Is that a difficult order for you? It is baffling how you managed to botch such simple directions—” “Are you lactose intolerant?” Lae’zel said, raising an eyebrow imperiously. Minthara stared back, suddenly caught flat footed. “No?” “Then I see no issue.”

That Band AU I Probably Won't Finish

I've posted wips from this au before; in fact I might have already shared this snippet in the past. But some of the writing in this AU feels too good not to share! Hopefully one day I return to this and flesh it out more because there are some really good moments in this.

"Oh my god, you're adorable." Karlach said with a laugh, setting the glass down. "You sew these patches yourself?" Mattis looked down at his denim jacket. It had various patches and fabrics stitched on messily. "Some are my mom but the newer ones are all me." He admitted. "And it's cool! Not cute." "Right, right. Cool. Super hardcore." Karlach nodded, giving him some finger guns. If it was anyone else, it would've come off sarcastically, but Karlach managed to make it seem genuine. "Anyway," Mattis interrupted, coiffing his hair. "You single?" Karlach's grin only grew as she fought to suppress another laugh, coughing into her fist instead. "Well she's definitely single, my friend." Astarion said, looking at Karlach with mirth. "Frankly, she desperately needs to get laid alr-" Karlach reached over, grabbing Astarion by his collar and yanked him backwards off his stool. He tumbling backwards, landing with a thud, followed by a wheezing gasp. "I appreciate it, kid, but I'm too old for you." Karlach said gently, pointedly ignoring Astarion's previous comment. "Don't worry, I wasn't asking for me." Mattis said, wiggling his eyebrows. He practically skipped away, jumping carefully over the writhing elf on the ground. Karlach, curious, looked where Mattis was headed. Shadowheart, mortified, could only wearily make eye contact, watching Karlach dragging her eyes up and down. Shadowheart burned up under the gaze. Then Karlach gave a soft, easy smile and a wink before turning back to the bar. "Yeah, she's single." Mattis said innocently when he reached Shadowheart. She shoved him into the wall for his efforts.

Warrior's Hearth

This is another one I desperately hope I come back to and polish off because I absolutely adore this ship and there is not enough fics for it. I got deep into my feels when I was thinking about how Minthara and Lae'zel might settle down after the war.

After this and how I wrote old Karlach, I think I have a thing for writing these battle hardened characters soften and become invested in the mundane.

Really wanted to capture how they might adapt to living a calmer life, specifically through raising the gith egg. And, perhaps, that would get Minthara thinking about expanding her legacy... which would then lead to smut, because I am who I am :P.

Regardless, here's the opening few paragraphs because I think it really sets the mood for this idea.

Minthara's work was already gently fading to the background of her mind as she turned the corner to see Lae’zel. Schemes, plans, and manipulations filed themselves away before the gith. Lae’zel’s hair was slightly damp from a bath, skin still flush with the heat of it. She had not lost any of her beauty and strength, despite what would have been devastating injuries for anyone else. If anything, Minthara found herself staring in admiration at the pale scar down and across Lae’zel’s right eye, framing the magical stone embedded there. Minthara had spent many quiet moments tracing over the nicks on cuts in Lae’zel’s ears, admiring how her left one ended abruptly at it’s widest junction. Even the prosthetic joined at her knee had a beauty to it, the craftsmanship unique and unparalleled on this plane or any other. In Minthara’s mind, it was all proof that Lae’zel remained undefeated, whether on the battle or in life. Even busy with raising their child, she trained as if still amidst a war. She grew stronger by the day, recovering at an unreal pace. It was, perhaps, what Minthara found so enrapturing about the gith. Her utter refusal to settle for anything in life. She was an ever flowing fount of power and will. Just being near her filled Minthara with it as well. Lae’zel glanced at the doorway as Minthara entered. She was in the middle of slicing strips off of a hunk of seasoned meat, knife in one hand. At her hip, the plump shape of their recently hatched baby gnawed ferociously at a piece of it. A warmth was in Lae’zel’s eyes as they met Minthara’s, a subtle uptick of her mouth settling on her features. That softness was happening more often. Just a year ago, Minthara would have seen it as a sign of weakness. She knew better now.

#bg3 #wip wednesday #fic things #my writing

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Seven (Part 2)

I don’t realise that I’m tipsy until the cold breeze hits me, as as I drag my phone out of the waistband of my skirt again, the glow of the screen jerks around in front of my eyes. I open up my messenger app and tap out a message with great effort.

I got the goods.

I attach Michelle’s phone number. He types back a minute later. 

Thamk yuo 

Yuo’re wlecmoe. Nice attempt at spelling some really challenging words there, Jude. Good job.

Haha funny gril

*funny gilr

Fuck **girl

Oh my God, you’re pissed. 

Yes !

I watch the typing dots appear and disappear for a minute or two before he appears to give up trying, and my phone comes to life in my palm with a phone call. I bring it to my ear. “Hello?” In the background is the sound of thumping techno music, rustling noises and then the swish of something heavy before his voice emerges from the chaos. “Yes.” He announces. “I’m drunk. Sorry about that, my thumbs won’t text what I want them to text.” He’s got this loose, childish, silly tone to his voice that makes me smile, as it’s a rare privilege to hear him like this. 

“You out?”

“I am.”

“Where are you?”

“Uh… Katen… Kater Blau?”

“Are you asking me?”

He laughs. “No, I can’t remember how to say it. I’m somewhere. I’m outside some club.” The music is muffled now, but the sounds of a busy city have replaced it, swirling around him, weaving its distinct melody with the sound of his voice. 

“Is it a Halloween party?”

“I wish. Nobody celebrates Halloween in Germany. I’m just out. Tuesday night partying, baby. Oh! You’re at Shane’s house.”

“That’s right.” I settle onto the steps, first flicking a tiny snail off the stone. “Here I am. I’ve been drinking tequila.”

“Bleagh.” He exclaims. “Tequila makes me puke.”

“Does it?”

“Yeah. Even the smell.” He makes another gagging sound and I cover my mouth with my hand. “Stop making that noise or I’ll start puking, you sicko.”

He lets out a loose, easy laugh. “So what’s your costume?”

“I’m a cat.”

“Ah.”

“Very original, I know.”

“A cat.”

“Meow.” I say flatly.

“So… what are you wearing?”

I cough out an outraged laugh. “That’s a bit of an inappropriate question. You’re hardly flirting with me.” As soon as I’ve said it I wish I hadn’t. In my head it was funny, but as soon as it hits the air I curse myself for ever thinking it ever would be. These are the only kinds of jokes that are never funny with him.

An awkward laugh. “Well I dunno. I was wondering what you were wearing, like, costume-wise, that’s all” My face heats up. “Um, like just these stupid cat ears I made and a cheap leather skirt and a corset I stole from a girl I used to know.”

“Cool, cool, cool.”

“Cool.” I wince with the phone against my ear, hearing only a rustle of fabric and a gentle sniff as he continues to say nothing at all. 

“This is nice, Evie. It’s cool to call you again.” He says eventually, voice a bit hoarse. Goosebumps travel up and down my arms and legs, but it’s surely thanks to the wind.

“I know.” 

“Like, you haven’t been far from my mind this last year.” 

I take a slow, shaky breath, suddenly feeling like I’m on another planet, alone on Shane’s front doorstep while the party thumps on on the other side of the wall. “Right.” I say, but only a raspy whisper escapes me. 

“I’m only saying this because I’m drunk.” He clarifies. “I obviously wouldn’t dare say it otherwise.”

“Oh.”

“You know how I was in Japan last spring? On the day that we went to see mount Fuji it was so foggy, too foggy to see a thing, and we were so bummed out, but the next morning before we got the train to Kyoto I got up early, like, when the sun was rising, and from the window of my hotel room I could see it, and it was right there, clear and blue, and the sky was red behind it and all I could think of how much I wished that you could see it too. Like, that I wasn’t alone just looking at it. I knew that you’d understand how perfect it was.”

I pause. The sharp autumnal breeze licks over my skin and fallen leaves rustle across the garden. “Jude.” I say softly. “You know that-”

There’s a sudden, loud crackling noise over the line and then a new voice is speaking to me. “Hallo?”

I blink. “Um, hello?”

“Bist du das, Astrid?” 

“No – um, nicht? Ich bin Evie.” I cringe. 

“Evie! Evie Kilbride.” This new voice is the cheerful, infectiously jolly sort of voice that renders the smile that crawls up my face irresistible. “Yes, and who is this?” 

“I’m Jonas.” He announces. “I have heard a lot about you.” and I can hear Jude groan in the background. 

“Exclusively good things, I hope.” 

“Yes of course, only very good things. Are you partying tonight?”

“Yes! It’s Halloween, Jonas.”

“Ah I see! Do you have a costume?”

“I’m a cat.”

“A sexy cat?”

I laugh, listening to Jude’s distant protests. “Jonas, please, give me my phone.” he pleads.

“You’re too drunk.” Jonas insists. “You’re at risk or saying something stupid. I’ll speak to her. Is it okay if I speak with you, Evie Kilbride?”

“Absolutely, but fair warning, I might be too drunk too.”

“You sound wonderful, my dear. I hope my friend didn’t disturb you.”

“Of course not. We were just chatting nonsense. Are you having a fun night?”

“Oh yes, we are. When are you coming to Berlin? When do I get to finally meet you?”

“Hmm… Maybe soon-ish.”

“I’ve been looking forward to it. You’re famous in our house.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, I’ve looked at so many photographs on-” There’s the sound of a struggle, rustles and swipes and then Jude is back again. “I’m sorry, Evie.” He breathes. “We should probably hang up now before he says anything insane.”

“Okay.” I say, and in the background Jonas yells “Send us a picture of your costume, Evie Kilbride!”

“Don’t send me a picture.” He says. “Or do, if you want to… I, uh, never mind. I can imagine without a photograph… or – Christ, sorry. Nothing I’m saying sounds right at the moment. I’m going to go.”

“Alright, see you.” I say. “Enjoy the Katzer Blau.”

“Yep.” He says, and then the line goes dead just as Jonas starts to loudly sing my name.

The next morning, as I rise with an aching head and a mouth that feels like it’s been rinsed with sand, I reach for my phone on my bedside table. He has texted me, one coherent, sober message underneath the barrage of his drunken misspellings. 

I’m sorry if I said anything weird to you last night. I remember we talked but I don’t remember what about. I was very drunk. Forgive me. Hope we’re good. 

x J

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#lucky girl part 3 #tw: alcohol

[ruthlesslistener]

Hey Aren got any cool Shadelord headcanons

Like, Ghost's ascention to the Lord of Shades, or the OG? Because I'm not picky so have both

The original Void Entity:

-Was the very first god of Hallownest, though 'god' is a loose definition for an entity that was the nothingness itself. It was more a force of nature that had a sort of uncanny intellegence to it sometimes and was completely unaware of everything around it on other days

-And by more a force of nature, I mean that this thing was sapient in the same way we argue about viruses being alive. It was right on that border between living and not living, for its very reason for existance was centered around nonexistance

-Physical shapes were not something it assumed often. When they were, they were often nenbulous and changed constantly, but it generally took the shape of a weird cross between a firefly and an axolotl 

-It was only vaguely aware of the offerings given to it, and was rarely summoned by outsiders. Drawing its attention was also heavily discouraged- not because it was malevolant, but because it was so vast and powerful that the echoes

-The Void Sea was its home and the tides were its breath. The caverns of Hallownest were created from the ocean before they retreated and condensed, with the first life that sprung up from it being the snail and slugfolk, long after it mostly went to sleep

-Worship generally consisted of finding reasons to find beauty in the emptiness and to focus on and release old regrets. The practice of giving shape to that which was not was nearly stamped out completely by the Radiance and Unn, who each demanded that the world worked as she dreamed, but the magical practice of pulling out the old dead parts of oneself that festered away in the soul were tactics that survived the genocide wrought by the Radiance as she cleared land for her moths (who weren't made yet and are thus innocent of her sins)

-Clung to a raw instinctual desire for life after 'death' on the account of never really being alive in the first place, which is why it readily fused with the embryos the Pale King offered in an attempt to be reborn

-You know the vibes that the Forest Spirit/Nightwalker give off from Princess Mononoke? Its basically that

The Lord of Shades (Ghost, ascended):

-Is basically a god-mech built of all the shades in the Abyss and then some. Ghost is the brain, with the lingering traces of all the other shades also tuning in. Think of a Twitch streamer and chat. That's Ghost and their siblings

-Basically, those that died immidiatly or in the egg are pretty much as sapiant or alive as cells, while those who lived for some period of time outside of it are able to chime in if they wish. Many of them merely want to see the world before they fade into the background, which makes for some unpredictable behavior in post-ascention Ghost. Ghost is always in control, but they'll let up on the reins a little if their siblings request it. There's one main mind and many smaller minds behind those eight eyes

-Shape is still nebulous, but the form generally sticks to what we see in canon, with some of the old Void Entity's memories offering an influence. Their overall shape is still mostly aquatic

-Much more active and alive than the original Void Entity on account of, well...actually having a mind. Many, in fact. Despite this, the LOS has no desire to engage with mortals the way that other gods do, and generally sticks to the Abyss when they can, because they are Still Baby when it comes to this whole ordeal and have no interest in harming others. For the most part.

-Their whole goal is to cleanse Hallownest of old regrets so that something new can be created, and they can lay dormant. Or, well, it's not so much a desire as an instinctive NEED to do so, but that's why they're there

-Doesn't really need followers on account of the Void being the entity of nothingness/regret/death. Everything returns to them eventually. They know this by instinct. And so the peacocking for followers is kind of nonexistant in them, though the protectiveness is still there

-Misses their old form sometimes for the ease of travel and the fact that they weren't NEARLY as terrifying then as they are now, but they haven't quite figured out how to cram back in yet

#hollow knight #the lord of shades #hollow knight headcanon #wynnibee #reply #i love the thought of ascended ghost being so much more deadly by accidenr #but not realizing it #mostly bc they now have far more power and mass than they used to and really aren't sure what to do with it

[shares-a-vest]

Eddie decides to buy himself a motorcycle.

He's always wanted one. But after a couple of years of unstable employment (turns out false murder accusations don't leave the minds of small-town folk easily), helping Wayne replace everything in their trailer and many barely-paying gigs, it seemed like the best he was going to do was wildly fantasise while getting high and listening to Meat Loaf.

That was until a few months ago when he realised he and Steve actually had some decent savings. Steve was working at the local preschool and Eddie bartended a few nights a week alongside working at the youth centre a town over. Somehow, they'd comfortably settled into life in their dirt-cheap apartment above an abandoned shop in Hawkins.

He bought the frame and got a good deal on an engine and salvaged the rest, picking up a few shifts at the old mechanic while he was at it. He takes Nancy with him to pick it up, leaving Robin and Steve some time to talk at each other a million miles an hour.

"Absolutely not!" Steve says, folding his arms and stopping short of stomping his foot as Eddie stands before him with his motorcycle out on the curb.

"But it could be like Roman Holiday!" he says with a tight-lipped smile that showcases his dimples. It's that smile he always gives Steve when he needs some convincing.

But this is one of those rare occasions where it didn't appear to be working.

"Is a boring old movie supposed to convince me? That was one of those Italian bikes, anyway."

"How dare you speak of Audrey Hepburn like that!" he saunters forward, hands cheekily behind his back and smiling with another suggestion. "Perhaps Bat Out of Hell? You love that."

"A silver-black phantom bike?" Steve mumbles to himself, brow quirking with interest as Eddie snakes a cautious arm around his waist.

Robin snorts a laugh.

"Just go around the block," Nancy suggests stifling a giggle, forever the one to back up Eddie's schemes. "I was on it and I'm fine."

"I missed it!" Robin whines next to her.

"Here, take the helmet," Nancy insists, but Steve waves her away.

"He’d have a total bobblehead with that thing on anyway," Robin stage-whispers before being shushed by Nancy.

"Get on the bike, Stevie," Eddie says softly, holding out his hand.

He helps Steve to sit behind him, steadying the bike. It’s a little more awkward and decidedly less metal than it was with lightweight Nancy perched on the back as two guys shuffle around to accommodate each other.

"Are you sitting comfy? Don't want you hurting your balls, I need those," Eddie says, turning to wink. Steve rolls his eyes before quickly screwing them shut.

"Just go, Eds," he says and Eddie knows him well enough that he can feel Steve smiling into his shoulder.

"Bye-bye," Robin calls with a regal wave far out of Nancy's reach. "I'll tell the others you went out in a blaze of glory!"

"Shut up, Robbie," Nancy scolds, jumping up to try and lower her hand as Eddie lurches the bike forward and out onto the street.

They do as Nance suggested and slowly circle around the block. Steve continues to hold on tight, despite the snail’s pace, eventually kissing into Eddie’s neck as best he could without foregoing his grip to brush Eddie’s hair out of the way.

"I can't believe you bought a motorbike," Steve says, amazed as they come to a stop outside their apartment, the girls nowhere to be seen.

"You bought that huge wagon when you traded in the Beemer," Eddie teases. "What are we going to do, take our cats on a vacation?"

"It came in handy when we helped move Dustin to college!" Steve argues, his voice suddenly pained. Eddie can feel him duck his head away as he adds, "I thought we might need a bigger car for…"

He doesn’t continue.

Eddie kicks the centre stand and hops off the bike, leaving Steve in place. Steve's hair is completely windswept and Eddie does his best to comb it back into something that vaguely resembles his boyfriend's signature quaff.

"I was teasing, I’m sorry."

Steve shrugs and reaches over to squeeze him tight, a sly smile creeping across his face. "Maybe next time we could go a little faster?"

#uh i got a little angsty there at the end sorry :/ #lmao not me googling ‘how a motorcycle stands upright’ to find the word centre stand #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie headcanon #lilys ficlets

[ji-poetry]

I Caught A Frog

"No that's a toad" my brother would repeat. I called it a frog just to annoy him.

We put our lumpy new captive in a terrarium. Once there was a snail; another time, some fireflies.

Always, our houseguests were provided a facsimile of nature; some torn up grass, rocks, a stick.

We placed our terrified garden-dweller in its prison and went back outside to catch it some lunch.

Pillbugs and nightcrawlers were our usual buffet options. Offered to our new guest, they seldom were accepted.

Mom would find us "torturing" another animal and would demand it be released, preferably across the street, in the woods.

We would eventually let our little "friend" go, but only with my brother's tears at losing his new pet, and my annoyance at having to cross the pebbly road. I always hated shoes, but hated rocks more.

Another time at a campground, I caught a real frog. Green and slimy, powerful legs and big, golden eyes.

I was far too old to be amazed at my discovery, yet I was a five year old again, triumphantly bringing my conquest to parents for approval.

They never really gave a thought to my childish glee, and dismissed the adorable creatures.

Now l, as I unpack my overflowing terrarium I find few true frogs among the sticks and grass. Big, warty toads jump out, and the frogs slip through my grasp.

I dump out the grass and sticks, looking for maybe even one tiny tree frog, but they've all escaped with the toads. My terrarium is empty, and I sit before it, numb.

#poetry #poetrycommunity #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #poem #poet #spilled poem #spilled poetry #original poem #short poem #spilled ink #frog #💛

[pbandjesse]

Today was a pretty good day. I woke up a little stressed out though. I had a very intense dream. About travel and being on a ship and it's was just a lot. It's been on my mind all day. And when I startled awake at 730 I remembered we were parked on the wrong side of the street and I didn't know if presidents day effected street cleaning but I didn't want to risk it. So I put on the skirt I planned on wearing today and some slippers and went outside and moved the car. I had texted James but they weren't home and I panicked. But James actually had just walked in the backdoor when I went out the front and they apologized for the stress I had but it wasn't their fault.

I went back to bed. I did not sleep. I just watched videos and rested until the sun was to bright in my eyes. James made French toast and brought me some in bed. Love them very much.

I eventually got up and dressed and felt pretty good. I actually felt the best I have in the last few weeks. The cough was still lingering but I felt good. After I was dressed I came downstairs and sat in the couch and we talked through the day.

We would go to the apartment. Do some moving. Patch some holes. James would do laundry. And we would finally move the fish tanks. Then I would spend the afternoon setting up the tanks. And we would have dinner with the Fulwilers at 6. A good day. A busy day.

We got over to the apartment and I miss parts of it. But I am glad we are finishing up. I went through all the rooms and made sure all the screws and pins were out of the walls. And patched everything I could reach.

This would take a while. We were there for a few hours. But we were making great progress. We packed up the last of the books. And made a pile of what's going to the dump, what is coming with us, and then what the movers will get next week. Amazing.

Getting the water from the fishtanks took a while. My vaccine just doesn't work amazing. I might stop at the pet store tomorrow to get something better. I took out the filters and the heaters. I caught Ari the fish super quickly and then we took all the water out except for 2 inches. For the snails and the loach. And we would do the same for the frog tank but I could not find omelet. I would see him once we got over to the new house but I haven't seen him since so I hope he is okay.

I was super nervous but James is strong and was able to carry them very carefully. We got eveything packed around them. There is still more to get but we did such a good job. I'm really proud of us.

I held the container with Ari the whole drive home. When we got back here our neighbor Sean was outside and we chatted about how much of my emotional wellbeing is wrapped up in these tanks. He would offer to help but James got it and it was all good.

It took a while to get everything set up. I originally wanted both tanks side by side but based on the weight we decided it would be safer to separate them. James would help me by filling a bucket and then I would vacuum out debris and we would refill three times for the frog and once for the fish. And there is still debris but the water looks super clear and everyone seems happy. The loach was even out a bunch! Which was very exciting for me.

James started not feeling good last night and when they get sick they get little flushed cheeks and sad eyes. But they were holding it together best they could.

They went to put the laundry away while I was working on the tanks, coming down to help carry the water, and they would help me by throwing all our extra blankets and pillows downstairs so I could fold them to go in the drawers under the daybed. And I am really pleased. I do think I'm going to change the placement of the bed but I'm going to wait until the last piece of furniture is built.

I was going to try and start that but the boxes were so difficult to open and I was so frustrated and was not feeling great. It was the middle of the afternoon and I was coughing so hard again and was not happy. It was shocking how quickly I deteriorated. James was in the basement breaking down boxes and they were not having a good time either but they came up to help me open boxes.

But I was super upset and wanted to go get a sandwich. So we took a pause and James drove us to the Wawa.

I was excited to see that there is also a taco bell down the street. Which means I'm in between two different taco bells. Incredible.

We got snacks and my sandwich and started heading home. I did drop my sandwich on the ground but it was okay. Mostly it was silly.

I started coughing so hard and wheezing in the car and was having a horrible time. When we got back here I tried just sipping my lemonade and tried to sit and eat but I was coughing and wheezing so bad James went and got the inhaler and it helped but I still felt horrible. Then James accidently kneeled on my foot and I screamed and cried because it hurt so much. And I was falling apart for a while there.

But the medicine would help me breath. And the cough didn't go away but it wasn't as strong.

I would lay on the couch for two hours. I was just exhausted. But I couldn't sleep. I did get up once when I thought I heard a phone vibrating on the couch. This is the third time since yesterday. I am afraid that there is a phone in it?? Like the delivery person lost their phone in it somehow?? But I cannot find it. But I swear I'm hearing a phone vibrating. Very weird.

A little after 5 James said we should get ready to go to dinner. I put tights on again and fixed my makeup and we headed out. I didn't want to go because my breathing was not good but I am glad I did.

It was really nice seeing Anne and Tucker and Charlotte. Everyone was super sweet. And things felt like before the wedding planning. The weirdness was gone. And it was just lovely. I showed them pictures of the furniture and told them about the saga of me being sick. And we talked about travel and then possibly moving and it was just a lot of fun. We got sandwiches and salads and they even had a gift for me. A very generous gift card for second chance! I am excited. I maybe will find a new light fixture or something but I'm not in a rush to spend the whole thing. I am very thankful for the very thoughtful gift.

I also got to show off the boots James got me and they all thought they were very very cool.

We talked about theater and memories and it was a good way to end my birthday weekend.

We would drive Charlotte home so she could take the giant baseball poster home for Callie. I am very curious where they are going to put that cause it's gigantic. We said goodbye and headed to the grocery store.

We did pretty good sticking to the list. And I got cough drops lolly pops. I am going to see if they will help at all. I also got strawberries and they smelled so nice. That's not my favorite grocery store because the parking lot always has so much garbage but the inside is nice and we weren't there to long. The self checkout was a little stressful but it was whatever. We had a good system going where I handed James things to scan and we got out of there ASAP.

When we got home parking was a little tough but we went around the block and got one on the corner. And when we got inside I was so happy to see my tanks. Looking clear and beautiful. And Sweetp being so cute.

James put the groceries away while I tried to catch more snails. It's so much easier at this height.

I took a shower and got cozy and that's where I am now. I did clean up my cuticles. And just tried to be nice to myself. I'm going to go find James now. And soon we will go to sleep.

I am hoping tomorrow at work I feel good and don't fall apart at all. I hope it's a fun day.

Sleep well everyone. Be safe out there.

[majjiktricks]

im gonna end up playing that again because i wanna look for more details. things i did see but cant post because the audio is ATROCIOUS. heres what i can remember tho:

if you go into the basement level before you're suppose to, the peace walker theme will be playing over some kind of loudspeaker (instead of the radio like it does when you can pick it up later). the room is pitch dark and completely empty aside from some shelves and gurneys. i'd have to turn the brightness up but i wouldnt be surprised if it was a storage room for medicines and/or some kind of morgue.

theres an entire wing of the quarantine building you cant explore because there are carts and shelves overturned in front of the doors. apparently the people who end up in the basement room were hiding there, and then left once the parasites made them run. im not sure why they went to the basement when the parasites want outside, but props to them for locking themselves in. you have to pick the door to get in.

despite being listed in the credits, ocelot never talks to you over the radio. you only hear kaz, code talker, and eventually huey. ocelot only appears in the casket burning cutscene, and only for a moment with no dialogue.

i cant remember if its present in the english, but in the japanese dub, the people infected with vocal cord parasites have a strange, warbly filter over their voices that makes its sounds like their vocal cords are loose and moving too much when they speak.

all the staff who are infected have visibly clouded over eyes, except for the last one who you carry to the door. when you first look at him, his eyes are dark. they are still dark even after confirming he is also infected. this is likely because it would have been too small of a detail to make a model change for mid-mission, or for a watsonian explanation, perhaps the eyes are one of the last symptoms to present.

there are a handful of different staff reactions to you appearing and then pointing your gun at them. a lot of them are relieved to see you. some are confused and say "wait!" or plead with you when you raise your gun. some of them just look at you and accept it. a few even say thank you as their last line when you shoot them. one staff member laying on the floor will see you shoot another and then pull a gun on you. one refuses to die via parasites and shoots himself. the security team member you find protecting two other staff is the same one you will find at the end behind everyone in the basement.

you cannot use cqc during this mission except for while in the rooftop room. you cannot prevent staff from injuring each other or themselves with stuns or punches.

code talker over the radio will theorize about how the parasites mutated and how they behave. he posits that it may have something to do with the recent radiation leak on the quarantine platform.

he also has a theory about why the disease is progressing so quickly this time and has no visible symptoms: the parasites are reproducing asexually and laying eggs without vocal stimulation, simply overwhelming and destroying the host. the strategy to spread is no longer through bodily fluids, but through animals. the parasites want to get outside so birds will eat the bodies and uncontrollably spread the parasites that way.

the comparison to the snail is apt because multiple parasites alter snail behavior to make them more susceptible to being eaten by birds, who are the parasites' final host. it then releases eggs with the birds' droppings, which can end up in water to infect more snails and bird-prey.

venom snake puts on a set of goggles he took off a guy who died right in front of him, who was COVERED in blood. im amazed he wasnt infected that way.

thats all i can remember right now, will have to go through again and try to get all the radio clips and any details i might have missed 👍

#jazz noises #jazz plays mgsv the phantom pain #metal gear #venom snake

[jedi-bird]

Everything we tried to do today wound up not going like we planned. Tried to go to our usual market and there was construction just outside the door. The jackhammer was so loud we couldn't hear anything even inside with the door closed. I convinced my partner to just leave and go someplace else, so we grabbed some non-perishables and left (none of this was the markets fault since it was outside in the shopping center, but everything inside was shaking and it just wasn't worth staying).

Went to a different market that we don't go to very often and it was just okay. I got some interesting things but not most of what I wanted. It's fine though because I'll just make changes to food plans.

Tried to go to a nearby park to walk around for a bit after we put the groceries away and that turned into major issue. The city decided to pave the street in front of it and we got stuck on a tiny side street trying to turn around with a giant semi blocking the way. Wound up going to a local garden center instead, because it's big and fun. Bought some plants (because of course I did) and some pest control, which cost more than the plants but that's okay. I kind of regret not buying two weird cacti and the tiny manzanita tree, but I'll be back there eventually so maybe they'll stick around. I was also very tempted by a tiny bodhi tree but left him behind as well.

I am home. Pest strips and snail bait has been put out in the yard. New plants got a quick spritz of water and will get planted maybe tomorrow. I'm debating making udon for dinner or being lazy and microwaving some frozen shredded beef and adding mashed potatoes. Or just skipping dinner and going to sleep.

#birdy tries to be a good adult #most of the plants i got were annuals to fill in the raised beds #things for the butterflies to enjoy and that are pretty to look at #and one small shrub because it's cool looking and supposedly waterwise #i love this garden center #it's been here for a hundred years and always has the coolest plants #they have a lot of bonsai and bamboo plants and a really cool houseplant selection #they're where i bought all my roses last year and they're doing great #almost bought a blackberry plant there but also put it back

[swaghaver69]

you ever go to a pro abortion protest and there’s a guy there with a cardboard box and he’s got a small sign that says snerchant. so you go over there and you’re like hey what’s this snerchant thing. and he’s got a bunch of little black cups with the clear plastic lids on top that you would use to hold sauce in or something. and he’s like “in each of these little cups there are two slugs each” (by the way this story takes place in like fall or so when it’s still pretty warm out bc i’m in virginia) and he’s like “i’m trying to give these away to people because when it gets cold these guys will freeze and die and need people to take care of them.” so you’re like ok i’ll take a cup but how do i take care of them and will they breed or anything how do you tell if they’re boys or girls. so you learn that slugs and snails are actually hermaphrodites and they can both lay eggs and fertilize eggs n shit. and they just need water and some lettuce or something. so you’re like ok and eventually you fuck off to petsmart and get a terrarium and you go to put them in there but now there’s only one of them. and you’re like wtf why is there only one like they can’t get out of this container what. so you start digging through the moss trying to find the other one. and you don’t find the other one but you do find eggs. so you’re like what the fuck. im a grandparent now. so i guess they had sex and then one cannibalized the other and laid eggs because you just googled it and apparently slugs are cannibals sometimes. like ok. so you fill up the terrarium with dirt and leaves and rocks and shit like that and put the slug and the eggs in there but it’s also like homecoming or some shit at your college when you’re collecting this dirt so everyone in the entire universe is outside. and you’re in some hot pink pajama pants and a t shirt and flip flops scooping dirt frantically into this plastic container because what the fuck one of your pets ate the other one and also now is going to have babies what the fuck. and people see you and are like “oh is that for a science experiment?” and you’re like nooo…. and then you give a short rundown on the situation. and they’re like “oh. well good luck!” by the way did i mention im technically not even supposed to be keeping these as pets in my dorm room. and i’m the college ra. (i was like the worst ra ever though.) anyways i got them situated in my room and then i went to my friends apartment to watch my movie and i get there and the guy who drove me there suddenly finds out he has an exam in like 30 minutes so he frantically has to leave and takes his car to go to his exam but you’re like that’s fine i won’t have to leave this place anytime soon anyways. and then a bit after he leaves and is probably in his exam you feel like you have to fart so you do but you find out you actually just shit yourself a little on accident. which you’ve literally only ever done one other time before in your entire life but that was only because you were extremely high. and you’re like oh fuck because you’re not even on campus anymore and you don’t have a change of clothes. so you go to the bathroom and try to clean up and you come out and you’re like hey i need to leave immediately i’ll be back when i can. and the guy who’s apartment you’re at is like ok but why. if you’re ok saying. and you avoid it for a bit but eventually you’re like i’ll tell you if you promise not to tell the guy who drove me here. (he’s my boyfriend but i feel cringe saying that so i just avoid saying it.) and he’s like ok. so you tell him what happens and he laughs at you but he promises not to say anything. anyways so your boyfriend left and can’t be contacted which you probably wouldn’t even want to anyways because it’s an embarrassing situation but you’re far from campus and the only way back is public transportation. so you have to take the bus and it’s horrible considering circumstances and also crowded as shit bc homecoming or something and there’s like parades and traffic and the world is a fucking nightmare so it takes forever

but anyways you eventually get back to your room you clean yourself you change and the guy who was taking his exam remember him is like i got out of my exam and you’re like hey actually would you be willing to drive me back to our friends apartment i’m at my dorm and he’s like ok and you get in the car and he’s like so why were you back at the dorm and you refuse to tell him and change the subject and start talking about your slugs instead. i mean i eventually told him but that was like months later and honestly he didn’t even care. but yeah. he’s a real homie btw one day i couldn’t find my slug in the terrarium (i put like one of those mini fish aquarium pieces of furniture in there it was like a little cottage gnome house looking thing) and i was depressed abt it but i got in the bed with him and like things escalated a little but i was absent minded bc i was worried about my slug. and he’s like is something wrong and i’m like i’m worried about my slug im sorry and he’s like it’s ok we don’t have to and you’re like no i wanna but i wanna try to look for it first. so he’s like ok and he puts his clothes on and you get out of the bed and he’s like shining his flashlight on the desk around the terrarium trying to find a snail slime trail but there’s none to be found. and you’re like worried about it. but right when you were about to give up you notice it was like in the crevice of the inside of the gnome house. so you’re happy you found it and relieved and then you’re able to have sex and it’s cool. anyways i ended up taking the gnome house out of there bc i didn’t want to worry about where the slugs went anymore. bc i already felt bad abt that first one which i’m pretty sure got eaten but i’m really not 100% sure because how would the other slug even eat something that big. idk. i feel like there was no way it could have gotten out but i never found it so who knows. idk. i would feed them lettuce from my job (college campus chik fil a) (yeah i had two fucking jobs being an ra and working in a dining hall while doing full time hard as dick classes and then shit started going bad at my house that stressed me out so i couldn’t focus at school and i got really depressed and that’s why i had to leave college and go back home -__-) but anyways yeah. i still have the slugs there’s a lot more of them now. but i don’t have as much access to lettuce as i used to. also the air in my house is drier so i have to water them more. idk. anyways yeah swaghaver69 lore i guess. if u read all this drop a heart emoji and i’ll like kiss you on the cheek through the screen or smth. <3

[adena-b]

Hey.

I didn't want to do this over text but being unable to get a hold of you any other way has left me with no other choice. I'm not exactly sure what needs to be said or how to say it, so I'm giving myself four A4 pages to figure it out. My apologies if it runs a bit long.

I think I'll start from the most recent incident and work my way from there. I waited up for you on Sunday night, because in my head, the fact that you said you were coming over, meant you were actually coming over. So even though I was exhausted from work, I made myself stay up. And every time I heard the sound of a bike outside, I thought that must be you, and I went downstairs to check. Every time. And each time, there was no one there, which made me feel like a crazy person. I probably looked it too. Eventually, at 3am, I had to come to terms with the fact that you weren't coming. Again.

Then the next day, I waited for a call that didn't come. To explain, apologize or even just tell me you're alive. But none came. In the end I rationalized all of it and decided to call. And it rang and rang and rang. And this was the running theme for the next three days. I've been in denial for a while but today I realized a difficult conversation had to be had. And I can't wait until you appear to have it. So I'm having it with your inbox, because right now, I'm in limbo. And I can't make myself stay here indefinitely.

My first point and the thing I was unable to name when we last talked is that we had made plans and then you made other plans with your friends that eventually overwrote the plans we had made. I've had time to process how that makes me feel. I've come to lots of conclusions and the most rational one is that I am probably not as important to you as I'd thought.

And that's okay. I mean, it sucks, but it's okay. It's something I can live and come to terms with overtime. And it makes total sense. I've known you for what? Two months? One of which we've been unable to sync up our calendars. So it makes sense that your friends whom you've known for much longer would be more of a priority.

Then there's the small matter of your disappearances. I get that they are mostly attributed to your shitty situation with phones, which is why I've been understanding. I get it. Life happens to the best of us. But they've happened often enough that sometimes I start to think that if you do something often enough it becomes part of who you are. Where do you go off to when you disappear? There was a time before phones and all that but people found ways to connect and meet up and all that. And I know you're smart and creative, if you wanted to find a way you would, something tells me... Email, snail mail, smokesignals etc... Somehow I'm unable to completely wrap my head around the constant disappearance.

The constant anxiety it causes me when you disappear and the dopamine hits when you come back, aren’t very sustainable for me in the long run. Every time you come back I tell myself it'll be the last disappearance, but so far that hasn't been true. I refuse to lie to myself on your account.

I also need to be able to believe you when you say stuff, cuz otherwise it's all going to shit. This is in reference to the last two times you said you were coming and then you failed to show up.

I want stability and I want honesty, if these things cannot be part of what we're doing here, then we're better off not doing anything at all. So that's also something to think about.

The gist of all this basically is that constantly being the one who calls is starting to make it feel like I'm forcing issues. Like maybe you're sending me a message with your silence, but I'm refusing to pick up on it. And when I call and you don't answer, every ring sends me further into the abyss and it feels more and more like I'm dying inside. I genuinely, wholeheartedly believe there's something here but I feel like you might not be ready for whatever it is. The constant calling is making me feel like I am pressuring you into being ready.

So I'll stop. Give you time to get ready. When you're ready, you know how /where to find me and then hopefully, we can figure it out from there.

[ancient-reverie]

I'm a single parent of 6 and a half fur children. I have three cats, two rabbits, one chicken, and a fish tank. I also end up taking care of the family cat.

My oldest daughter (Nutmeg, Cat, 15) stays in my brother's room. He's not the best at looking after her, but he tries, he does love her.

My youngest boy (Kili, Cat, 3), has asthma. And my oldest boy (Harvey, Rabbit, 7)has a permanent head tilt that gives him chronic vertigo. Both of them take meds. Luckily the rabbit only takes them once a day instead of every 12 hours, and the cat is good at taking a pill and only needs it every other day and maybe his inhaler at night.

The birb (Honey, Chicken, 7?) is taken care of by my dad, she's the easiest one by far. We have a big 1 acre yard and my mom feeds the wild birds so there's always bugs and seed and grasses for her. We also feed her pellets and meal worms and veggies and other things. She's kind of spoiled besides being outside all the time. She's not house trained and it's too late for that. We make sure she has cool places to be, you should have seen her before I rescued her.

My other rabbit is my youngest girl (Nola, Rabbit, 5?) and she's a feisty bitch. Doesn't like people, is too mean to Harvey for them to interact since his head tilt. But she's happy lol so that's what matters.

My fish tank consists of 10-15 mosquito fish I caught from a nearby creek. I only caught about 5 but they turned out to all be the same species of different sexes wouldn't you know it... I used to have some leeches and snails too but eventually they died off. It's really exhausting to have. My mom refuses to help me clean it when I'm gone so any trips I take, the length of them depends on when I need to go home to clean my tank... But we're on idk what generation and luckily there haven't been anymore babies (or if there have been they've eaten them before I notice and that is okay with me at this point) but I've had the tank for 7 ish years or more and I wanna be done but I do enjoy them while they're here. I find dead ones from time to time, and I'm honestly shocked they even live this long, I mean they're minnows. I mean given the right conditions fish can live a long long time so... I'm doing something right I guess???

And the best and smartest boy last but certainly not least, is Zaboomafoo. My tuxedo cat. He just turned 5 in July. I got him hoping to be an emotional support buddy and he turned out to be just that. We were gonna travel and stuff but I hate leaving my house and I didn't want anything to happen to him so that idea went out the window. But whenever I'm sad he comes to make me feel better. He wants to know when I'm drinking alcohol. He checks on my throughout the day. Reminds me to eat food. He even plays fetch bc he knows I'm too tired to really play with him most of the time, but I can throw a toy he brings me. He picked me at the shelter. That's another story.

All my kids are rescues, and sometimes I feel like I'm not doing enough for them, but to them this is so much better than where they came from they don't even care. I really do take care of them like kids, and boy is it exhausting.

#hell o void #just rambling about my babes #i love them #i will not be adopting anymore unless its a life or death situation tho like i fucking cant #if i wasnt disabled and full of mental illness itd probably be easy and fine but alas i am plagued

[just-some-sad-kiddo]

So, another cool fear I have all of the sudden is bear attacks. Like, bear sightings are fairly common in Colorado compared to the rest of the world, but deaths almost never happen, so I don’t know what I’m so scared of. I guess mostly it’s the fact that if something happened to Eris or Athena, they might not know what to do.

I submitted my short story assignment yesterday and I’m feeling a little self conscious about it. I mean, I know that it’s good I just hate waiting to know what people think about it.

After a quick workout, Snail picked me up to go swimming. Pax couldn’t go even though he wanted to. He thought that he could swim by that point, but he lost his papers that told him when he was recovered enough to swim.

They charged me, like, $5 to get inside even though their website said that it was only $1 for minors. Mom forgot to pick up our poor people passes, otherwise I wouldn’t have to pay at all.

The two of us paid, and then stood outside the locker rooms for a bit trying to figure out which one to go inside. See, if Pax was there, he’d just go in the mens room. No shame, that’s what’s great about him.

We opted for the women’s room. We mostly spent time in the heated pool which was almost a hot tub (minus the hot) and just talked. Occasionally, a life guard would come by and peek at us to make sure we weren’t somehow drowning in the 4 foot pool. I was worried that I’d be kicked out for not wearing a proper bathing suit (just my bra, underwear, and my red jumper), but they either didn’t notice or didn’t care. My skin eventually began to shrivel up as skin does so we dried off and went to go pick up Pax. We ate at QDOBA and then went to hang out at Pax’s apartment.  Pax and I are both very talkative and we always have something to share, while Snail is a bit more chill. It’s a good dynamic, so long as we ensure Snail isn’t being left out or anything. 

We looked at my weird meme Youtube playlist and checked the Splash Discord where we found that Jordan got top surgery! Yay!

It’s kinda weird how I’ve only lived in this one place for my entire (perceivable) life and now I’m going to be in a whole new country.

#easybreezy