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chouxsardine · 5 months

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Permission to Fall -- Jake Kiszka x reader

Summary: "Don't be afraid of falling, because he will catch you everytime" --Where things became too much at your company's Christmas party and Jake comes to the rescue as the most thoughtful boyfriend that he is.

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word Count: 3211

Warnings: descriptions of a panic attack, feet (nothing gross or super detailed), a drop of superstition (let me know if I've missed any)

Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort

Author's note: This is originally an idea inspired by @jakesguitarsolo and written for her. I hope you feel better now, dear. One idea spins into me pulling an all nighter...And here it is. This also goes to whoever feels stressed around this time of the year. Yes, things are tough, but you are stronger. I am so proud of you. If you want to talk, feel free to send me an ask or message. This is my first gvf fic and my first time writing anything for threes years. I really enjoyed writing it. I hope you enjoy reading it too.

🎧: I am listening to I Need You Most of All by Stephen Sanchez while writing this (you can tell the title is taken from the lyrics)

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Suddenly everything is too much.

But you know damn well that it doesn’t just happen “suddenly”. In fact, shit has been building up for days, or even weeks. You don’t know if it’s the end-of-year frenzy getting into everyone’s head, Mercury is in retrograde, or the depleted Vitamin D levels due to shortened daylight, you’ve had it particularly rough recently, from small inconveniences like your favourite snack being out of stock at the local grocery store for three consecutive weeks to mishaps like you taking the blame for your impotent coworker. You are exhausted, to say the least; you couldn’t wait for the holidays. Not entirely for its cheer, but for the few precious days off. You just need a break from everything.

Now you are stuck in your company’s holiday party. The annual event that you dreaded the most. It involves too many fake smiles, false-hearted small talk, and tooth-rotting-sweet cupcakes that clearly have too much food colouring. All the mental preparing goes south as you stand in the room, the stabbing pain from your high-heels growing more and more unbearable by the second. Too many people.

“Just another thirty minutes, you can do it. Just another thirty minutes”. You hopelessly glance at the clock on the wall, flashbacking to your childhood self squirming in the seats waiting for math class to end.

But of course, something has to make matters worse. The real straw that breaks the camel’s back is your clumsy coworker accidentally bumping into you and spilling her drink on your shoes.

“Oh my god, I am so so sorry, y/n!” She hastily apologizes in a high-pitched squeal. A few people turn their heads toward your direction.

“No, no, it’s okay, don’t worry about it.” Embarrassment. Embarrassment. Panic. Trouble. You try to wave her off. The shoes aren’t even your top concerns right now; you just want her to stop talking and stop attracting more unwanted attention.

“Really? Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to! It’s just—”

“Please.” You take the handful of tissues from her, look her in the eyes, almost pleading, “It’s fine. Please excuse me, I’ll just go to the washroom real quick.”

Once the washroom door is closed behind you, you feel like collapsing right there on the floor. You wobble your way to the sink, arms propped up on the cold marble surface. You don’t dare to look at yourself in the mirror. Your ears are buzzing and the twisted feeling in your lungs tightens. As if a cold hand is wringing a wet towel inside your stomach, as if someone is shoving your head into cold water, you can't breath properly. You try to draw a breath, but end up sounding like a stranded whale. Before it develops into a full-blown panic attack that you can’t handle, you managed to muster the last bit of your sanity and dial that number with trembling fingers.

Jake picks up on the second ring.

“Hi, love. What’s up? ”

Upon hearing his voice, your tears break free. You are sobbing so hard that you have to bite down on your knuckles to keep the volume down. God forbid any busybody out there overhearing sobbing coming out of the washroom. “Ja—Jake—-”You struggled to form a coherent syllable.

“What’s wrong, y/n? Are you hurt?” His voice immediately grows sterner, stripped of of the previous languidness.

To talk under this state feels like squeezing words out of your veins. “Ca—can—you..come p—pick me up? Company—p-party.” You stutter through gritted teeth.

There is some shuffled noise over the phone, a loud bang sounding like he had bumped into something, a silent “fuck” under his breath, then his voice reaches your ears again: “Coming right now, baby, take a deep breath for me.”

You hear the faint beeping of car keys. More shuffled noise. More beeping. That means he has started the car, right? That means he will be here soon, right? You mind is racing and spinning and your lungs are still acting up, only allow silvers of oxygen into your body. You feel like you are watching the world through a distorted filter. A scarier thought jumps into your brain: you whiny puny thing, continue crying and your panic will affect Jake. The roads are slippery now, and it will be all your fault if he ends up in a car accident.

As if being slapped in the face, you manage to suck in a deep breath like a scuba diver resurfacing to the water: “Drive safe please, please Jake, please—I will wait for you.”

Jake makes a sound that is somewhat between a relieved laugh and a resigned sigh. He knows instantly what’s going on in your overthinking brain; you are worried about him. The thoughtfulness must be engraved in y/n’s brain, he thought, always, always putting others in front of herself, even when she’s having a panic attack. And Jake knows you are correct. It is only upon hearing your words that he realizes how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. He recomposes himself, relaxing his shoulder, “Don’t you worry about me, love. I will stay on the phone if that makes you feel better, yeah? Ain’t nothing gonna happen to me.”

“Knock on wood!” You hiss between sobbing, frantically searching for any wooden material around you. Damn it, why is everything so shiny and glassy?

Jake is amazed that he even lets out a short laugh under the circumstances. Yes, his heart aches hearing his girl being a mess over the phone, and he wishes he could grow wings and fly to her side. But meanwhile, he can't help but find you cute like this. He knocks three times on the mini wooden tissue box that he keeps in the middle console.

“Yes, knock on wood. You hear that, doll?”

“Hmm.” You would honestly believe anything now. Hearing Jake’s voice and imagining him coming to you is like brown noise for babies. Your lungs finally decide to have mercy on you, and you can now somehow draw in shallow breaths albeit the pain in your chest.

Jake is relieved as he sees the green lights shining at the last intersection before turning left onto the side road where your company is located. “I’m here. Can you come down by yourself, love? Or do you want me to get you?”

“I can come down.” You say. The thought of him finding you in a messy pile on the bathroom floor makes you wince, even though he’d probably seen worse.

“Okay baby, see you in a second.”

You don’t remember how you collected your coat and pushed your way through the crowded room without many people noticing. The next moment, your sensations are restored, and you find yourself already in Jake’s arms. He's waiting for you in the area between the automatic glass door and the revolving door outside, a place that is warm with air conditioning but won’t attract nosy people. He wraps you in a hug with his wool jacket. His comforting scent fills your nostrils, a powerful pacifier for your naughty lungs. For the first time this evening, you can finally breathe properly like a normal human being. The rush of fresh air makes you release a loud sob like a newborn baby. The relief of seeing him safely standing in front of you and the release of finally being free from the stressful and stuffy environment ushers more tears to stream down your face.

“Shhhh…..you’re okay now, y/n, safe now. I’m here.” His hand wraps protectively around the back of your head as he plants kisses into your hair. “Poor girl, let’s get to the car and go home.”

Home. Home sounds heavenly to your right now. You couldn’t think of a better combination of these four letters in the whole of human history.

On the way back, you curl into a ball on the passenger seat like a battered puppy. Jake holds your hand whenever he gets the chance, his strong calloused fingers gently massaging yours, tracing the patterns on your palm, his thumb brushing the back of your hand, providing warmth. No longer crying, your shoulders occasionally shudder with involuntary sobs that escape you. But other than that, you are falling into a trance. Your gaze concentrated on Jake’s perfect side profile through hooded eyes, watching in awe as the passing streetlights formed patterns of shadow on his graceful nose and cheeks; your mind numb without a single thought.

It is only when Jake wakes you up that you realize you have fallen asleep. The car is already parked in the garage, the familiar and comforting damp smell seeping in.

“We are home now, sleepyhead.” Jake smiles at you, tapping on your wrist to signal you to wait as he gets out of the car and opens your side of the door. Just as you were about to step off, Jake reaches to cradle you by the shoulders and knees, carrying you bridle-style into the house. You hide your face shyly in the crook of his neck, secretly grateful because your feet are indeed sore in those heels.

Jake puts you down by the shoe rack, motioning you to put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as he squats down in front you, holding your ankles and taking off your shoes. If he did see the stains, he didn’t ask any questions, only cooed when he saw the blisters on your heels.

“Let’s go upstairs and get your makeup off, then we’ll cuddle and go to bed, yeah?” Jake stands up, hanging up your coat before cupping your cheeks and placing a kiss on your forehead.

You never hated makeup more than now, regretting to put it on in the first place, now that it has become the annoying barrier lying in your way to bedtime. But Jake says “let’s,” that means he’s going to do it together with you, right?

“Jake?” You whine bashfully.

“Yes, love?”

You tilt up your chin and close your eyes, “One more kissy, please?”

Jake swears he feels a part of his heart melt right there. Who is he to deny you?

“Of course, as many as my princess would like.”

Stepping into the bathroom, Jake sits you on the closed toilet seat. He opens the drawer, grabs your makeup remover and some cotton pads. He applies some liquid onto the wipes and lifts up your chin.

“Close your eyes for me, love.” The cool liquid on your eyelids makes your eyebrows twitch, causing Jake to chuckle, “I know, I know. Just a little longer.”

You sit quietly, mesmerized and hypnotized under his touch. His movements are almost rhythmic. Is this how cats feel when their owners scratches behind their ears? You fear that if you make a sound, you will actually let out a purr.

Jake continues until most of your makeup is gone. “Hold out your hands,” you hear him say and complied. Two dollops of foamy liquid landed in the centre of your palm, and you opened your eyes to recognize they are your face wash. Jake tugs on your wrist, leading you to stand in front of the sink.

“Can you wash your pretty face now, darling? Wash up, and I’ll be back in a minute.”

You nodded, feeling lighter and more relaxed now without your makeup and even more content when you turn on the tap and find out that Jake has already tuned it to a lukewarm temperature for you.

When Jake returned, he was calling you from the bedroom. You have already brushed your teeth and let down your hair.

You walked into the bedroom and are welcomed by the scent of bergamot and sandalwood from your favourite candle glowing on the night stand. Jake was pulling an old T-shirt out from the closet. It was the vintage Joan Jett and The Blackhearts shirt, the patterns half faded, and materials worn-out soft. You saw him laying out one of his boxers for you too. He knows you always prefer them to your own underwear as pyjamas.

“Come sit, angel.” He patted the bench at the foot of the bed, him sitting across from it on a small stool.

It is only when you walked close that you saw the wooden foot spa basin, with clouds of steam rising from it. As you sat down, he gently took your ankle and balanced your feet on the edge of the basin, so that the hot water is steaming your sole.

“It’s still a bit hot.” He looks up to you. “I put Epsom salt and eucalyptus oil in it.”

“Where did you get this?” You feel like the heat from the bottom of the feet is slowly being absorbed into your veins and rising up to your cheeks. You wiggle your toes nervously.

Jake lets out a giggle, “Well, mum suggested once to Josh about the foot spa thing, said it helps with stress and tense muscles. You know, with him running barefoot on stage and all.” He reaches down to sprinkle some water onto your feet, letting you adjust to the temperature. “But Josh got the fancy electric ones. I thought this is better. More authentic, don’t you think?”

“Uh-hmm.”

“Your nails are all chipped,” Jake looks down, “maybe tomorrow we can repaint them? I saw you bought a new colour the other day.”

Tender. So tender. From his tone to his caramel brown eyes. The light from the lamp illuminates the left side of his face, giving it a solemn, smooth glow like a wax statue. Your heart swells; love makes it rise like Soufflé in the oven. The soft surface rises up until it touches your ribcage, threatening to spill those tears again.

“Thank you, Jake.” You dare not raise your voice, fearing that it will break, “I just got a bit overwhelmed at the party, is all.”

Jake eases your feet slowly into the water now that it’s the perfect temperature. The slight sling of your blisters is soon overwhelmed by the all-encompassing warmth that rises all the way to your ankle.

After a few heart beats, he speaks again. “You’ll always have me, y/n. You are allowed to fall, to break. I will be here to catch you, to piece you together. Whatever you need.”

Finally you were snuggled together in bed. You, a human koala, cling to Jake with your face pressed against his chest. His arm snakes around your shoulder, fingers mindlessly tracing your collarbone, strumming some unknown patterns. His heartbeat thumping in your ear, the perfect lullaby. The steady rise and fall of his chest is like waves, rocking you into a sweet slumber. Your eyelids feel heavy like velvet drapes. There’s still a stubborn voice in your brain keeping you from falling asleep. There’s still one more thing you need to do, even though you understood each other perfectly.

“Jake?” Your voice low like a murmur. Jake almost didn’t hear you at first.

“What is it, babe?”

“I love you.” Those words come out as a slur, and like a magic spell, you fall into the deep embrace of sleep as soon as the last syllable leaves your lips. Now clear of any stress and worries in the arms of your lover, the strained string in you brain that has been holding on for dear life the whole evening finally snaps. You’re out like a light.

“I love you back, y/n, through and through.” He whispers into your dream.

You woke up to an empty bed, the sheet on his side still has the human-shaped imprint. Jake is a night owl; it is pretty common that he just gets up in the middle of the night and ends up doing some random things around the house. Most often it’s him strumming the guitar and experimenting with his ideas for new tunes in the home studio downstairs. But you have also caught him fixing chipped paint on the walls, repotting the succulents in the garage, and pouring broth into the crockpot with chicken thighs and smoked ham hock (“so we could have warm chicken chili in the morning!”; to be honest, it’s indeed delicious; you had two bowls and had to skip lunch that day). Just to name a few, so the possibilities are endless.

You get out of bed, creep cross the corridor and tiptoe your way down the stairs. The lights at the doorway are on; you thought Jake forgot to turn them off. However, as you approach, you see Jake squatting down next to the shoe rack, his back towards you, and a brush and some spray bottles laying nearby.

You move closer and see him holding the clothes steamer near your wine-stained shoes. The heels you wore have a suede tip in the front, and unfortunately, that’s where the wine was mostly spilt on. After a few moments, Jake uses the wire brush to clean the surface. He stops from time to time, holding it further to inspect the result.

You waited until he stops again to make some sounds, announcing your presence. Jake immediately turns around. His eyes softens upon seeing you.

“What are you doing up?”

You go to squat down next to him, kissing his temple before resting your head on his shoulder.

“You just bought these not so long ago, yeah? It’d be a shame to leave them stained.” Jake lets more steam soak into the fabric before brushing them again. “I’m almost done. I saw this trick online, and it looks pretty legit.” It’s only then that you noticed his phone on the side, the screen showing the replies from some Reddit post.

“Thank you, baby.” You rub your cheeks slightly on his T-shirt; the feeling of warm pastry once again fills your heart.

“No worries, doll. I think it’s good for now. Let’s leave them here and check in the morning.” Jake starts putting away his tools before pulling you up and wrapping his arm around your waist, leading you back upstairs.

On your way, something familiar catches your eye. You must’ve missed it earlier.

“Wait, where did you get that?” You stop, pointing at what happens to be a whole case of your favourite snack lying on the kitchen counter.

“Oh, I saw the stores are out of them, so I ordered them online. They just arrived today.” Jake scratches his head, his tone tainted with slight disappointment.“I thought they’d be a nice surprise as stocking stuffers, but…”

You stopped him mid-sentence with a kiss.

“I love you.” This time you said it clear against his lips.

“Oh doll, I love you back,” he smiles, showing the cutest wrinkle on his nose. His hands brush your shoulder as you resume your steps upstairs. “Let’s get a few more hours of sleep now. And when you wake up, you will wake up to some yummy pancakes and a pair of stain-free shoes, huh? How does that sound?”

Oh Lord, that sounds heavenly. That sounds just like home.

“I’d like that, Jake. I’d like that very, very much.”

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Thank you for reading :) any comments and feedbacks are greatly welcomed and deeply appreciated

(The stain-removing tips comes from malccy72 on reddit :D

If you also feel like reading a smutty (but also fluffy?) piece🤭: Mariner's Complex || Love is a four-legged word || The Lucky Ones

or some Christmas fluff: Ticked (all my boxes)

#jake kiskza x reader #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet fluff #jake kiszka fanfic #jake kiszka fluff #jake kiszka #jake kiszka fic

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faiiryteethh · 2 months

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Trigger Warning: Rare Illness/Health Issues [wasn't sure if this need a tw but these topics make some ppl uncomfy so i wanted to be considerate anyway💜]

so a lot of ppl have been asking me why i don't post pics anymore or why i have barely been on social media compared to how i used to be. and the reason is i've been having severe health issues for a very long time. i can't even remember the last time i went more than a month without feeling nauseous, or actually throwing up, or just having headaches and stomach pain that are so bad i can barely tolerate them.

i've known for a while that i have gastritis, but my mom & my bf convinced me to go to a new doctor for a second opinion. after months & months of pure agony and feeling exhausted and sick to the point where i have no energy, i finally know why. i went to a specialist and discovered i have a rare illness called CVS (Cyclic vomiting syndrome). and i also am lactose intolerant which was amplifying my symptoms because i eat dairy products constantly.

i am going to be starting treatment for it and i really hope it improves my life and my ability to function because i am so tired of "living" like this. just existing has been exhausting and painful. i literally haven't been able to accomplish any of the goals i have because i can't go more than a few days without feeling horrible.

i already feel useless because i'm autistic and i have bipolar 1 and i'm waiting on disability payments to come through because i am unable to work with my disabilities. so my bf has been working and doing his best to take care of me and our kids. i just feel so horrible and guilty all the time. and i genuinely didn't know why i feel sick 24/7. all i want is to feel like myself again. and to do all the things i miss doing. i feel like i'm trapped by this illness.

i'm grateful to have answers and know what i'm dealing with finally. but after suffering like this almost every single day for so long its so hard to feel hopeful for the future at this point. i'm literally in tears as i type this. its just been really bad. i never do my makeup anymore or feel good about myself. i can barely move sometimes because the pain in my stomach is so bad or i get pain in my throat from vomiting for hours at a time, and then i get MORE pain from dry heaving due to not being able to hold down any food. and then i get random migraines and headaches that last all day as a result of all of that. its taking a huge toll on my body and my mental health. my depression gets worse during the winter season so when this started getting really bad it just made my mental health a million times worse. its literal hell.

but yeah thats why i haven't been online. real life is hard enough and i haven't been motivated to post because of the hell i'm going through or a lot of the time i physically CAN'T make content. but i'm going to keep trying. i'm going to do every fucking thing my doctors tell me to do because im so fed up with suffering. i promise that i will make content again and post the things i create and other stuff i used to post about before i stopped being able to function. as soon as i start to feel semi normal or at least well enough to do daily activities and complete even small goals, i will post about it. i'll keep u guys updated.

i appreciate every single person who follows me and my content, and all the ppl who keep checking up on me and wondering where the fuck i went. i love you guys so much💜 and i'm so sorry to all the ppl who haven't heard from me. if i can gain at least a little bit of my physical strength and health back, i will be so happy. i also am trying to get vitamins prescribed to me because im severely lacking nutrients but they are so expensive and i can't afford them out of pocket until i get my disability money. i'm also anemic and have to start taking iron supplements again. i'm just a giant ball of health issues😭 its actually ridiculous how bad my health has been. but i'm a mom and for that reason i will never stop trying. i will do whatever it takes to get better. i don't think my health could get much worse than it is currently. hopefully i didn't just jinx myself by saying that😭

sorry for the super long explanation, i just have sooo many messages in my inbox and questions that you guys send me that i haven't answered. i don't want to leave u in the dark. the connections i've made on this silly little blog mean the world to me. and everything i've been going through has been so hard to explain. but since i recently got a REAL answer as to why i'm suffering so much, i felt it was a good time to let you guys know what is going on with me. like i said, when i am able to feel somewhat normal again i will post consistently and re-open my shop too! it sucks so bad having a passion for creating but being too sick to even get out of bed other than to get sick in the bathroom. i've been to the emergency room more times this month than i have in the last 4 years. if i can overcome this awfulness i will not take it for granted. i will work harder than i ever have to create and share it with the world. but for now i just have to sit back and do whatever my doctors tell me to do and hope to god that it helps me 😞

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bonkers-4-hatter · 3 months

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@sacredwarrior88 asked: Welcome back my amazing buddy! 😊 May I please request headcanons for Nana, Nobu, and Yasu finding out about their female S/O having PCOS which causes various problems including weight gain?

Hello buddy! <3 of course you can! As someone who has PCOS myself and is currently going through trying to regulate my hormones through my diet and medications this hits home. I hope you enjoy the headcanons hun!

Headcanons for a female S/O that has PCOS:

Nana Osaki (I picked her, since it didn't specify which one):

She never thought about you gaining weight in the first place.

When you told her what your doctor said, she hugged you, not really sure what else to do.

When you start your new medications and your mood swings go in different directions, she doesn't take it to heart and will give you space and time for yourself unless you tell her you want her there.

She even cuts out her beer and cake so its not around the apartment in case you get a craving. She knows you're cutting your sugar intake as your doctor suggested to help balance out your hormones and you can't drink on the current meds you're on.

When you feel sad, no matter if it's your mood swings or just feeling down through this whole process, she holds you close making sure you know she's there for whatever you'll need.

Nana even starts making sugar free or low sugar sweets for you two to share.

Does her best to make you your favorite dishes that go along with what your doctor suggested. Cooking and baking for you are her love language so get ready to be pampered with delicious dishes.

Nobuo Terashima:

Adored you with your current weight and doesn't bat an eye when you seem to gain more weight or stay the same.

Is initally confused when you told him you had PCOS, but tries to be a supportive boyfriend in his own way.

Knows you want to do some form of movement to help and he finds fun ways to do that with you. Through doing dancing games with you, to Zumba, even taking you to puppy yoga one day.

When you tell him it's hard to lose weight when he notices your weight staying the same especially with PCOS and its due to you having more male hormones instead of female hormones that hold onto the weight, but you assure him you feel better with all the movement activities you've been doing with him and that makes him happy.

It's hard for him, but he stops drinking and having booze in the house. He likes drinking and it helps relive some stress he has some days, but since you can't drink, you both find new ways to deal with stress like reading, listening to audiobooks and his favorite which turns out to be plants/gardening.

Does his own reasearch into PCOS and sees what vitamins and such would help you and buys them for you and presents them in a cute basket along with some new foods and drinks that go along with your changes.

He'll always be supportive during your journey with this and will help in any way he can.

Yasushi Takagi:

Didn't care about your weight and never commits on it even when he can see you've gained a bit more. He lieks you for you.

Knows what PCOS is and figured you had something like that with the signs. To be honest, he already had things ordered like vitamins and low sugar snacks and drinks for you. He got them the day you went to the doctor.

Doesn't bat an eye at your mood swings and takes it all in stride. When you come to him afterwards, he'll cuddle you on the couch as he brushes your apologizes aside. He knows it's not your fault, its the medications and that's the truth.

Goes on walks with you every morning to get you moving a bit more and he'll listen to you talk about what's new at work, or with your friend groups and the latest from your doctor. He likes to see you happy and content like this.

Meal preps for you with foods that are packed with what you need and will give you energy even if its just for a little bit.

With your memory not as good as it was before the new medicines, he makes sure to write what pills you need to take and when on a whiteboard he bought so you can remember. He knows you can't miss a single dose of them.

Makes sure there's extra blankets and warm socks around the apartment. With your hormones starting to balance out, you're not hot all the time and start to get cold more frequently. He'll make sure you have everything you need and more.

#q #queue #que #headcanons #nana #nana headcanons #yasushi takagi #nobuo terashima #nana osaki #PCOS #female s/o #s/o headcanons #nana x reader #nobuo x reader #yasushi x reader #PCOS s/o

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adiluv · 9 months

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❥ 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 + 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒 ꒰𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈꒱. ˚⊹꒷

🌨️୧・꒰word count꒱ 718.

📨୧・꒰warnings꒱ none!

🍶୧・꒰adi moment꒱ based on this imagine! didn't have that much more to say for kurt and luchino i'm afraid, so maybe i'll make a full post for them another time? but yk i just had to add emily as my very first main, loml, and the character i almost s-badged ♡♡♡ hope you enjoy! ໒꒰ྀི•̯́ ᴗ •̯̀꒱ྀི১

꒰💉꒱・Although one of the more sensible survivors, it does take Emily some time to realize that she even has a crush on you to begin with. After the... 'incident' at her clinic, it's safe to say that her circumstances weren't exactly steady enough for her to go around developing feelings—the overwhelming guilt and fear she'd been burdened with taking priority over such simple joys. While entrapment within the manor did allow her to regain some twisted sense of stability over her life, it still remained the last place she'd expected to find love... So she's very much shocked to find her face warming up after you'd thanked her for healing you mid-match.

꒰💉꒱・At first, she'll initially justify her reaction using the excuse of adrenaline—a justified reaction, considering her life is in constant danger during matches—though her reasoning doesn't exactly hold up when it continues to happen outside of matches. Usually, she hardly even thinks whenever she examines and dresses the various wounds that survivors ꒰and hunters, on rarer occasions꒱ enter the infirmary with, nor is a big deal if she has to tend to somebody that's gotten the unlucky cold or flu. Since that's the case, and she knows that it’s the case... Why is it that her hands seem to be slightly shakier any time she's tending to you?

꒰💉꒱・While her occupation does do wonders at giving her reasons to talk to you, being the only reliable doctor within the manor certainly does come with its fair share of disadvantages. If she's not due to participate in a match, then there's somebody stumbling over to her in need of assistance. If the ever growing queue of patients has finally been cleared, she finds herself called back into the waiting room for yet another of the Baron's twisted games. And in the miraculous cases where neither of those situations are true, she's simply far too exhausted to even entertain the thought of seeking you out.

꒰💉꒱・Unlike both Kurt and Luchino, I don't think that Emily would be totally inexperienced with dating—having had a lover or two before being forced to take up her new identity. She hardly has much of an advantage at this point, though, considering just how long its been since she's experienced any sort of romance. She's especially bad with flirting, no longer anywhere near as energetic as her younger self.

꒰💉꒱・Any hints of her feelings are incredibly subtle and easy to miss, leaving you in for quite the shock once her true intentions are revealed. What comes across to you as a friendly reminder to use the ointment she'd prescribed to you? Well, it was really just an excuse to talk to you. Her attentiveness to your well-being, along with the various supplements and vitamins that she recommends to keep you in tip-top shape? It's far more than she'd bother doing for most other survivors, by a long shot.

꒰💉꒱・She struggles a lot with her sense of guilt while crushing on you. Despite being aware of the many misdeeds of Oletus' other inhabitants, a part of her simply can't help but feel that she just doesn't deserve to have you reciprocate her feelings. As such, there are instances where she'd subconsciously sabotage herself, pushing you away in the hopes of destroying any chances of you liking her back. At the same time, however, the idea of making you uncomfortable in her presence is one she strongly dislikes—leading to a bizarre balancing act as she both pushes you away and pulls you towards her.

꒰💉꒱・For reasons mentioned in the previous headcanon, I don't see Emily as the type of person that would go out of her way to confess, though she would come clean about her growing affections for you if you decided to ask her about it. After all, it'd really only be counterintuitive for her to go and deny them if you've already started to suspect her—and she'll respect whatever decision you come to. Sure, receiving treatment might become a bit awkward if you decide to reject her, but the both of you ꒰seemingly꒱ have all the time in the world to move past it. She's not the type to hold such a thing against you, and she'd be absolutely honored if you decide to give her a chance.

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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Ahem...ITS ME AGAIN!!

I really do love your writing so far, LIKE THEY'RE SO GOOD!!

So ummm...can i request for Ramuda, samatoki and gentaro ( again lol, bc they're my fav AHEM.) How will they react when their wife tells them she's pregnant?? Ik its so cringy but QIGSISGAIAHZJS

You can ignore it if you want, and thanks again to your hard work and make me so happy with your writings!!

Ramuda, Samatoki and Gentaro react to their wife's pregnancy

ahhh no!! this is not cringy it's so cute..!! so here, hope you will enjoy it <3 also thank you very much for your sweet words ahh..! you such an angel..♡

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff, mention of meds, spoilers for their past/ background??

-I think he's kinda clueless about these things, so when you start to have toxicosis he just thinks you have a fever or something.

-"Ahh! My dollface, what's wrong? Do you feel sick?" - Ramuda keeps jumping around you, really worried.

-Only when you tell your husband about pregnancy, he suddenly gets so over excited.

-It's probably sound strange yet for Ramuda, who didn't have any childhood and normal maturation, it's really interesting.

-"Why didn't you tell me before?! Don't tell me you were afraid or something..!" - he giggles, hugging you tightly. - "Uwa, we have so many things to do now, come on..!"

-That's where Ramuda's whole designer potential comes out. Cause your baby needs to have the cutest room that your husband would style himself, along with all outfits and little toys. Good sense in fashion should be instilled from the first days of life..!

-Of course he would also design some new clothes for you too, more comfortable and oversized so it would be easy to move around for you in the third trimester of pregnancy.

-Also, you would have the best treatment. Ramuda has enough money to buy you all kinds of vitamins and meds, enough time to take you to the hospital almost everyday for different cheek ups, tests, etc.

-Maybe in the beginning he quite didn't understand how hard it can be to you, but now he's learning more and more and trying to support you as much as he can, bringing some sweets after work for your pregnancy cravings, letting you stay the whole day in bed when you feel sick.. Your husband even tries to be more quiet and calm around you now, so you would feel more peace..! He wants you to feel less stressed about this, after all.

-Cause you're the one who helps him feel more needed, to feel more human.. And thoughts about having a big family, his own family with you.. Ramuda didn't know it would bring so much joy to his heart.

-"How you feel today, my dolly?" - he sat next to you in bed with a soft smile. It's so different from his casual wild cheerful smile that you can't help but smile back, pulling him closer to a hug. - "Hehe, if you're good, maybe we should start to think about our baby name? I want it to be super sweet and cute..!"

-You may be kinda nervous cause he's a Yakuza, after all.. What if he doesn't want to have kids at all, due to his dangerous work?

-But you better tell him as fast as you can, cause actually it would hurt Samatoki if you try to hide it.

-"You're pregnant..?" - for a moment your husband thought it was a joke, but your sincere face told him everything. You expect any kind of reaction but suddenly Samatoki drops to his knees, hugging and kissing your stomach. - "I.. Darling, s/o.. I'm so glad.. I love you."

-To be honest, he always wanted to have kids with you, to build a happy family.. He had a rough, terrible childhood so he wants his kids to see only the bright side of this world.

-If Samatoki was soft with you before this now he's even more gentle and overprotective, stoically enduring any tantrums that you might have through your pregnancy. He understands that it's just nervousness and stress and he will never raise his voice back.

-He is a harsh, cold and emotionless leader.. well, outside. When inside he's willing to be your personal servant and do everything you want.

-Pregnancy cravings? He was already in the store, buying what you asked for. Pain in back or legs? His hands are already on your sore muscles, massaging it gently.

-You will not even lift a finger in the house now, as Samatoki would do all household chores for you, it doesn't matter if you feel sick or not.

-But it doesn't mean he would let you slack off. Your husband will make sure that you do some physical exercise that is safe for pregnant women and walk a little with you in the park everyday.

-"You feel tired today? Maybe you want something? Huh, just lay down with me and cuddle..?" - Samatoki's face quickly changed from worried to soft but smuggy expression as he embraced you gently. - "Oh, princess, of course.. Come here and tell me how your day was.."

-He's always so insightful.. So he would understand everything immediately, but wait for you to start this talk first.

-It's a serious conversation, after all, and he wants you to feel comfortable to share this important moment of you and his lifes.

-"Oh, my dear, you're pregnant? Of course I know..My servants already tell me you would be pregnant with the next prince of forestland.." - your husband nodded with a serious face. - "What? I didn't tell you I'm actually a great fairy king? Huhu, well, it's all a lie.."

-But actually Gentaro is really happy to be a father soon. He just can't help but tease you a little, so you would feel more relaxed about this.

-Surprisingly soft and caring, trying to give you the best treatment now. As he's always visiting his brother in hospital, Gentaro is acquainted with many people here and was able to find the best meds, doctors, clinics, you name it.

-Your husband may look like nothing will ever bother him, but actually he's quite nervous about your well-being, just not showing it. After all, he doesn't want you to get into real state, as you already have enough on your shoulders.

-So instead Gentaro would relieve his stress on paper, writing fairy tales for your kid and then read it to you before sleep, asking for your opinion.

-"Mm? Want me to write a story about our baby too?" - he smirks when you two are laying together in bed. - "Okay, but you need to give me some inspiration, darling.. Few kisses filled with your sincere love would be enough to fill me with the power of clairvoyance, and I will write the whole life story of our kid.."

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yelshin · 1 year

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kie. i would like to request mommy yelan, kazuha, heizou and ayato with a sick gender neutral reader please 🫶🏻🫶🏻 (my nose is so stuffed and my voice changed an octave istg)

ty 💕💕

UNDER THE WEATHER | ♡

﹙KAZUHA, YELAN X READER﹚

An: ÀI HAVE I EVER TELL HOW MUCH I LOBE U FROM SAVING MY LIFE AND ALSO TAKE CARE AND REST WELL!! Also I can't write for heizou since idk him much IM SORRY ÀI😢

Tw:none

He's perfect for this job. HE'S SO SWEET AND GENTLE ESPECIALLY WHEN HE'S FEEDING YOU

If you feel cold you just have to ask him for a cuddle and he will gladly give you best cuddles.

When cuddling he keeps kissing your forehead while whispering soft words and its like a lullaby that you fell asleep on him

"My love are you feeling a little bit better?" You nodded while having a small smile, he chuckles and lay beside you and wrap his arms around your shaking body; keeping you warm "much better?" You smiled even bigger and answered "much better than having two blankets" Kazuha laughs a little before placing his hand on your forehead and pecking it

"sleep well dear.. you deserved it"

一YELAN

Yelan is a busy woman but she prioritize you more than her work

Is really good on cooking and always makes sure you drink your vitamins regularly

You're worried that she might get sick but she keeps insisting that she wont catch your sickness

It was night. You were waiting for Yelan to come home(COME HOME NOW PLS) your body is shaking due to the coldness for the room, sadly yelan wasn't there to keep you warm. You stared at the clock and it was almost midnight, you're worried sick for Yelan but not until you heard the door opened.

You tried to stand up but Yelan quickly put you back to your bed, "Shh stay in bed my love, also apologies if i come home late... Just some unexpected events happened lately" You shook your head and weakly drag her to you bed and cling into her "I'm so cold here yknow that.." you whispered while she pulled you into a right hug "How about i make it up to you tomorrow?" She offered and give you a quick kiss on the lips "but for now you need to sleep" you nodded and start to feel drowsy "goodnight" you murmured before falling asleep "Sleep well dearest"

一AYATO

Like Yelan, Ayato is a busy man but also prioritize your health more than his work

He will ditch the mountain of paperworks just to take care of you and even asked thoma to cook a soup for you!

He reassured you that you're not a burden to him and that you're more important than his work and status and we love Ayato for that♡

"Ayato are you sure im not a bother?" You asked while holding a tea and took a small sips. Ayato only smiles at you and answered "Of course not, I dont mind leaving my work to take care of you, your health is more important sweetheart" you start to think you didn't deserve such a gentleman like Ayato but no matter what you knew his words are true; and he's proving it to you right now

You giggled at him that makes him smile wider "And you better not let Thoma cook too much" he took your hand gently and intertwined it to his; squeezing your hand gently "Don't worry, ill only ask him to cook something for you when you needed it, now its time for your bedtime" you feel like a child when Ayato is taking care of you but you don't mind, you can't waste rhe opportunity of spending time with him<3

An: uhh am i showing favouritism to hydro users? No? Yes? BUT I HOPE U ENJOY THIS HSUAHSHSBDHDJE likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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nolanscheeks · 1 year

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Non-Covid Illness (BB)

So I was supposed to go to the Canucks game against the Jets with my boyfriend but instead he decided it would be more fun to get BODIED by the flu. While he spent the day on the couch in a fever haze I saw that Brock and Petey are also getting bodied by the flu so I thought up this. Its extremely loosely based on real life (ie Brock being out sick) and very heavily based on the past few days with my boyfriend. Needless to say I am manifesting health for my love, Brock, Petey and the rest of us. So wash your hands, (wear a mask if thats your vibe, get your flu shot (if that’s your vibe), sleep, and take your vitamins because OH MY GAWD you do not want this flu, it is awful.

Enjoy:)

To say it had been a rough season for the Canucks so far would be an understatement. The highs had been essentially non-existent and the lows had been pretty low. The whole team was suffering but the player who seemed to be getting the brunt of it was your boyfriend. Brock had been absent to start the season due to injury, then missed another chunk of time when he re-injured himself, and through it all had been bombarded with trade speculations and even an attempted healthy scratch. Worst of all, here he was finally uninjured and getting his groove back and now he was sick. Not the ‘feeling rundown, got a cold in’ kind of sick everyone gets this time of year. He was the ‘fever, can’t move, want to curl up and die’ kind of sick.

Brock had left for Calgary on Wednesday morning in a great mood, excited for the one game trip against the Flames and then a few days off to start the Christmas festivities with you and your family. You’d actually been on FaceTime with your mom and brother, figuring out a time everyone could go to the Christmas market, when Brock’s call came through.

The moment you accepted his call and his face filled the screen, you could tell he was off. He told you that he’d felt off since he’d woken up, not hungry and slow during morning skate, and then it was downhill from there. Brock said he’d gone down for his pre-game nap and then couldn’t will himself to get out of bed after it. He texted the trainer who came and took a look at him, told him he had a fever, gave him Tylenol and left him with instructions to ‘sleep it off’. You sympathized as needed and stayed on the call with him until he inevitably nodded off again. Elias delivered Brock to you later that night and the sight of your boyfriend visibly shivering, despite his jacket and hat, broke your heart. He didn’t kiss you ‘hello’, like he always did, or even greet the dogs. He just pushed past you and beelined it for bed, shoes and all. You’d looked at Elias, concern written all over your face. “He’s doing bad” was all he said, giving you Brock’s bag. You thanked him and went to the bedroom to help Brock undress, or at least take his shoes off which was all he was willing to do. You’d gone to bed hoping he was going through the worst of it now and would feel better in the morning but the next few days showed you that was wishful thinking.

The doctor had come to see him Thursday evening and tested him for a bunch of things, hoping they could prescribe something to get him back on his feet but Brock was shit out of luck. The only test that came back positive was the flu so there was nothing to do but wait for his body to fight it. Of course, he could go to the hospital if he got too ill but so far you’d been able to keep his fever down and he was taking in fluids so the doctor didn’t think it was necessary.

So here you were, Friday midday and the big event for the day was Brock moving from the bed to the couch. He was on his side somewhere between asleep and awake, unconscious but not alert either, when you kneeled in front of him.

“Hey” you breathed out, bringing your hand up to touch his cheek. You really didn’t want to disturb him but it was time for more Advil and he needed to drink something.

“Hi” he whispered back, opening his eyes to look at you. The look in his eyes physically hurt you. They were usually so bright and lit up when he saw you, but now they looked glazed over. Glassy with fever and dull with exhaustion.

“Time to do drugs” you joked trying to lighten the mood, as you rattled the pill bottle in front of him.

“I hope you got the good kind” he chuckled weakly, pushing himself into a seated position.

“Only the bed for you baby” you said, giving him the 2 pills and following it up with a Gatorade. “Got these bad boys from the best dealer in town.”

“Whole Foods?” he guessed, taking them and continuing to sip the Gatorade after you motioned for it.

“Shoppers” you corrected.

“Cheapo” he teased, laying back down. Now it was your turn to let out a small chuckle. If anyone was cheap, it was Brock. You transferred from the floor so you were sitting next to him on the edge of the couch. You brushed his hair out of his face, twisting some of it around your fingers. He was still warm and kind of clammy like he’d been since Elias had dropped him off. You sighed, pissed at whatever monster strain of Influenza was absolutely kicking your professional athlete boyfriend’s ass and a little disappointed you guys had missed out on the Christmas market with your family.

“What?” he asked, turning his head to look up at you.

“I’m just so sorry you’re sick like this.”

“Believe me, I don’t like it either but it was my turn” he grabbed your hand from his hair and kissed it sweetly. Brock held your hand for another minute before letting go and letting his eyes close once again.

You stood up, collecting the bottle of Advil you’d put on the ground and went to make your way back to the kitchen when you heard Brock say something muffled.

“What was that, B?” you asked.

“Make sure you wash your hand” he repeated, shoving his face back in the blanket. You cracked a smile, he’d been so cute reminding you to wash your hands, like that was going to make the difference when you guys were sleeping in the same bed and the night before he’d literally been laying on you.

You made your way to the kitchen looking for something to occupy yourself with while Brock slept. You decided you may as well start making dinner, maybe you could bully Brock into eating something more substantial than the third of a smoothie he’d managed today. The doctor had emphasized the importance of nutrition to your guys during his visit but Brock was struggling to eat much of anything right now. You’d even offered to get him sushi or pizza but he’d had no interest. He was drinking at least.

An hour or so later, you had the chicken noodle soup you’d prepped simmering on the stove when you heard Brock’s phone start to buzz.

“Sup Petey” Brock answered, clicking ‘speaker’ on the call.

“Boes” came Elias’ voice, rougher than normal, “I am ill.”

“Fuck,” Brock slapped his hand over his face; “I’m sorry man. Didn’t mean to get you sick.”

“Not your fault” Elias conceded. You heard him sigh into the phone. “I should’ve been nicer to you after the Flames. This is terrible. I might die.”

“When did you start feeling sick?” Brock asked.

“Yesterday” Elias answered, “today is so much worse.”

“Yeah. I got bad news for you, I’m still dead so you’ve got a bit to go.”

You giggled, of course they were still joking with each other despite feeling so bad.

“Keep your flu to yourself next time” Elias scolded.

“I’ll try” Brock said, and then “seriously though, I’m sorry I got you sick bro, it really sucks.”

“You better be. Bruce and all of Vancouver are going to be mad at you if I am not healed by tomorrow.” Elias teased good naturedly. Brock sighed audibly and then they bid each other goodbye. You returned to the spot on the couch where you had been before, cupping his cheek with your hand. His skin still felt too warm and you were beginning to worry about his ability to play in the next night’s game, as well as Elias’.

Brock must have read your mind because he spoke softly; “I hope I feel better tomorrow.”

“Me too,” you agreed. “But if you don’t you don’t and you take another day.”

He nodded at that, letting you continue to caress his cheek.

“Are you hungry? I made soup and it should be ready soon?” you asked.

“Not really,” he said, rubbing his eyes with his hand. “I should probably eat though.”

“Definitely a good idea. Maybe some water or Gato too.”

“Oh my god, Y/N. You did not just call it Gato” Brock laughed, sounding exasperated. You returned the giggle and then stood up, reaching a hand out to help him up. As you walked with him to the kitchen you thought he might be starting to turn the corner towards wellness. He had been joking with you earlier about the Advil, was joking with you now, and he did look steadier on his feet. Plus he was willingly making his way to the kitchen for food. You decided to take this all as a good sign that your boyfriend was finally starting to feel better. Maybe tomorrow’s game wasn’t such a long shot.

After dinner Brock continued to improve, even wanting to take the dogs out for their evening walk with you but you insisted he get ready for bed instead. The next morning his fever was virtually gone so he decided to go to morning skate and you took the opportunity to sanitize the entire apartment glad to have the whole flu situation behind you. You had even gone as far as picking an outfit to wear to the game when Brock came home and you realized it had definitely jumped the gun.

“That was a mistake,” Brock grumbled, flopping onto the couch. “I feel like shit again.”

“Too much too soon?” you proposed, unfolding a freshly washed throw blanket to place over him again.

He hummed a yes in response and then “I wanted to play tonight but I don’t think I have the energy.”

“I know you did,” you acknowledged, feeling his forehead with your hand. He was maybe a little warm but nowhere near what he had been. “Get some sleep. Your body is still recovering from being so sick. It might take a few days”

“Such BS,” Brock mumbled. He has already closed his eyes, seemingly getting ready for yet another nap. You leaned down and kissed his cheek before returning to your closet to put your outfit away. You could go to the game without him but you also didn’t hate the idea of watching it cuddled up on the couch with Brock.

Brock woke up from his nap feeling much better again but you guys decided that it was probably best he didn’t play. After a call with the trainer, you guys set up on the couch with the dogs and take out sushi.

“Thanks for taking care of me babe” he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in tight. “I wouldn’t have made it without you.”

You laughed tilting your head up so you guys could make eye contact. “Absolutely, anything for you.” You puckered your lips for him to kiss and your heart filled with warmth as you felt his lips make contact with yours.

Hope you liked it. No shade to Shoppers drug mart. There's one in my building and it was been my best friend the last few days. Stay healthy!

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rianafying · 4 months

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hello diary i’m back idk what is happening or why i ever feel what i feel, but here goes nothing

i’ve been feeling very creative today, had a terrible morning woke up insanely dehydrated, could barely move, my arthritis and psoriasis had flared up as well, i had to cancel my gig but they’re fine, they had other people on board. i don’t really feel like i missed out because i literally couldn’t have gone and needed to stay home and rehydrate, plus it’s like 37 degrees outside, i’ll stay home thanks. anyway, so i got some much needed rest and i ate and drank loads of water and i feel replenished now and i feel hopeful and creative and i wish i could’ve just started something, a project or whatever. but i have no many chores standing firmly between me and what i actually want to do. will is a terribly difficult thing to conjure. i had a telehealth appointment to get diagnosed w adhd in melbourne so i can access the necessary treatment, but they’re telling me it’ll be at least $800 and at least 4 sessions to just get diagnosed. and that to me is a huge undertaking. i told them ill think about it but what is there to think of, i know fully well i cant afford it. i wish i had an ipad to draw on. ive been wanting to draw something for ages and i could draw on my physical sketch book but i just haven’t? i just cant? its the guilt from all the chores i haven’t done. there’s a proper inspection due in 4 days and i just know it’s going to cripple me with anxiety as the date comes closer. there’s so much stuff that i want to do. and yet i do nothing. i’m not doing even 1% of everything i want to do, because im stuck doing 100% of the things i hate but have to do. when im older, i hope i get permanent residency in australia or any other first world country, i wish i have a safe and permanent place to live, regardless of size or quality. i wish i have someone who can help me with the tasks i struggle with and i can help them with tasks they struggle with and if we both struggle at the same things, we’ll understand each other, we can struggle and learn together. hopefully this will not be a romantic partner because i don’t think my brain is hardwired to deal with matters of the heart in a stable way. i hope that by the time i feel safe, the children of gaza feel safe too. i hope we win. i thought of them when i got dehydrated and worried that ill get a uti, i thought about how much worse they have it. i think of them all the time but especially when im suffering and im reminded that they have it many folds worse. i try to derive hope, strength, and gratitude from that instead of helplessness, and powerlessness.

i haven’t been able to take out the trash and get rid of my dead plants and they’re starting to attract bugs and i really need to do that today, i’ve been saying that everyday, it’ll just take seconds. i also am very close to having $0 in my account because i had to buy some meds and i found some vitamins for half price and decided to buy a whole buttload of them #forhealthiguess also its SO HOT. and im trying to avoid turning on my air conditioner because my electricity bill last month was $140??? like why? it’s a crazy world out here. crazy expensive. for the millionth time, i really should get a real job soon. or try to. i doubt i’ll ever have enough to be independent. i fear i’ll always be at the mercy of my parents. i fear i’ll heal too slow to keep up with the damage.

all day i did nothing. that’s not true, i went grocery shopping and i made meatballs, and spaghetti and it turned out great. the one thing i always cook successfully is any kind of pasta, never fails. i feel 50% guilty for not doing anything important today. such as taking out the trash, cleaning my room, etc. it’s the one thing i hate doing: house chores. makes me wanna scream, cry and throw up. i made a mistake, last night i accidentally left my earphones on the couch at reception downstairs and hadn’t even realised until earlier today when i was leaving the building and saw it on the couch. i feel so relieved that i live in a place where nobody stole it all day. part of me feels like i don’t deserve to live so well. because for nearly a year, i have been living wonderfully, everything’s going so well, and all my demons are inside of my own head. this is new for me. there’s no actual threat, i think. still feels like there is. i’m less overwhelmed than usual, but still pretty overwhelmed. there’s always too many ideas and not enough ability to implement them. how do i feel chaos and clarity simultaneously. i just need a break from this mental torment. i think getting my apartment clean will definitely help with that. but it’s such a big task, even thinking about it makes me fall to my bed and start to rot. suddenly i find that my body won’t move. adhd sounds like it’s so quirky and funny until you’re surrounded with piles of garbage and flying insects and there is a mysterious sticky brown patch underneath the fridge that just will not move. until there’s no space to walk from one end of the room to the other without stepping on and crushing things underneath my feet. it feels as if my brain has acquired an endless supply of shame and guilt. i will probably not feel focused until my room is actually clean. clean enough to be inspected. clean enough to maybe even have visitors. i get anxious just thinking about the prospect.

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motsimages · 1 year

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Well, I'm going to start stretching my brain this morning with some thoughts I had yesterday due to whatever the fuck is happening with my body lately and the medication I'm taking.

I guess and hope there is research on this, if I'm thinking about it after a couple of bad days, scientists and doctors should have at least considered the possibility, but it is worth a thought out loud anyways for the masses.

It's basically two things: 1) metabolism and calory burn when you are sick and 2) medication and its association with different molecules of your body that can affect its effect.

Sometimes when you are sick, you are weak and cannot move much or do much and you are also not hungry and it makes sense. But sometimes you are very hungry. It could be the anxiety of the bedridden experience, but couldn't it be that a body in pain and healing is actually working extra work? Like maybe you are there like "how am I so tired and hungry, I've done nothing today?" when in reality your body is climbing the fucking Everest and well, the metabolism is following along. Like maybe walking 10 km is not as exhausting or demanding to the body than certain recoveries (imagine a big surgery, for instance).

Some medications, if you read what they are made of or the molecules they have, they suddenly include terms like "fat-soluble" or "glucose something" and while it may be just a thing, I'm guessing that if a drug bonds with fat molecules, it may actually require fat to work better, or worse, and if you eat fat foods while you take the medication it can improve or worsen the experience, depending on the bond. You know, kind of like "don't eat grapefruit with this because it reduces the effect". Like, these days I've been craving meat, but also yesterday I suddenly took some candy and ended up devouring a full bag of candy and started feeling that my brain fog dissipated. And I wonder if it is because the medication I'm taking drains my glucose levels maybe and so it could be advisable to not only say "take these pills" but also "and as much sugar as you can for as long as the treatment works because you'll need it".

I understand that sometimes it all requires an extra effort on the part of the patient, and that not everyone can do it. But I feel like doctors sometimes just prescribe medication as the magical solution (which is also what many people want, let's all be fair here) with little to no explanation as to what the drug really is or how to make the best of it. Sure, it has the list of side effects, if you don't feel well you'll check it. But the general info is still not reaching people.

I am more or less interested in medicine and drugs, I want to know what I'm taking and I check it but even I struggle to understand some of the things because well, I'm not a chemist. But some general idea of the drugs you are taking should always be included when they give them to you. "Take this, it will help with the swelling and the pain. Know that it is actually a hormone derivated drug and that it takes energy from the cells that carry fat/sugar/vitamin, so make sure to get an extra supply of that these days". People would also understand better the changes and the expectations, I feel.

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ireallydontunderstandpeopleatall · 30 days

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this past monday I took smores to the vet to check his condition of chewing on his back legs and on his butt/ back area.

the vet gave him and allergy shot which fixed him and mentioned for long term care to have moisturizing wash baths and benadryls

vet also took his blood to test his liver values, bc in may 2023 when he went to a diff vet for stomach issues and they tested his blood and saw his liver values were off and they gave him liver vitamins to help support his liver which he has not been taking bc theyre chewables but he has not been taking them bc he does not like them

on wednesday his blood work came back and his liver values are still bad and also his kidneys are showing b.u.n? which i need to give the vet a pee sample

so now vet said to do an ultrasound for smores which will cover his liver and kidneys and if necessary will do a biospy after.

and I'm in disbelief because my baby dog is now sick and idk what is going to happen and not sure how much longer he will be with me

this mid week i was so depressed and stressed out bc of costs

the ultrasound i called about to 2 vet specialists our vet recommended and they have both quoted about $745-$920. which means to get an xray alone is already 1,000 dollars.

I can pay 1 ,000 dollars but what is next? how much will treatment be? i googled liver disease in dogs and one person said they paid 14,000$ just to get a diagnosis. I don't have 14,000 now, nor will I ever have it all at once.

I feel so helpless that I can not do more for my baby, and i dont know what to do, am I just suppose to not get him medical care??

I read posts from the rainbow bridge and people who say things like they wish they could have done more for him/her. i now know what that really means.

I thought about how I only have 4,000 and i just let my mom borrow it because shes fucking irresponsible and needs to pay back her debt. and she wont be paying me back for a while but I didnt think i would need that money rn and how wrong i was.

then my fucking big credit card is maxed out due to my mom's usage also. it would have 5,000 which i could have really used for the ultrasound.

and so i was sitting there flipping through my accounts and looking at my balances like a few thousand dollars was going to magically pop up in them and save me and my dog

i looked at my digit savings and even if i cash over absolutely everything I will have CLOSE to 4,000. not even 4,000 :(

then my paypal credit which i asked for a credit line increase and they gave me 2,000 but it said i do not get an actual card for it and its mainly for online purchases so that doesnt help me at all.

so finally i applied for care credit and luckily was approved for 5,000.

also to note i just bought my tesla and the payments are so high and insurance is through the roof and i will turn over this car if i need to to free up money to set aside for smores treatment so we'll see if it comes down to that. it's my dream car but i can always buy another one later and my baby dog needs me right now

so hopefully care credit is enough for everything and i really hope a biopsy will not be 14,000. if things can stay below 8,000 for everything than that is something that i can reach but if they start quoting me 20k or so I'm afraid i will have to make some tough decisions and start considering end of life services for smores.

I have been thinking about it and if it comes down to me absolutely not being able to afford paying for smores services then i will have to start having a conversation with his vet on what i can do to make sure he is comfortable for the rest of his time :(

this week has been me taking so many pics, spending so much time, making sure he feels loved and looking at him like i will never see him again. i keep thinking of how i dont want to think of what it will be like without him, im not sure i will be able to breathe. he is my soul dog and i love him with all of my heart

I called around to see if i could find a better deal on an ultrasound but it looks like i can't. i also have an option of 2 places and right now I have booked with the "better place " but its 3 weeks out and being that long out also stresses me out and idk

I been putting his liver supplements in his water so he can actually take some of it. I really wish I had been addressing this sooner.

with the death of my aunt who i love so much, stephen who was such a good friend and poor daniel. I just want to try to stay positive bc i jsut dont know what to do or think anymore.

the sudden deaths of my loved ones in such a little time has been so hard on me, I remember after finding out about each one my mind goes to a dark place and my body kind of falls apart for a time and it just feels like it gets weaker with each one. I have questioned my own health and then i get scared of what if

anyways so thats whats going on w smores so far

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sexy-sea-basss · 4 months

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alaska!! interesting 😆

im curious about 15 and 20 (i hope i remember the numbers correctly)

and also 28! whats the highest and lowest temps you’ve personally experienced and what did you do on that day (like on the lowest did you just stay under the blankets or bundled up and go out, etc)

Hiiiii!! Sorry this is late! but I've got some answers!

15 What challenges does Alaska face in terms of infrastructure and connectivity?.

Most villages are not connected to the road system. About 86% of villages are not reached by road. Movement of goods and people is not only difficult, but also very expensive. Alaska has 12 numbered highways, this means that most of Alaska is wilderness- untamed, untouched wilderness. Many Alaskan's have a pilots license for ease of getting to smaller villages, hunting, ect. Flying is a big part of Alaska's culture. One in every 78 Alaskan's is a pilot, which is 6 times more pints per capital than anywhere else is the US. I was almost one, but I chickened out .

20 How do Alaskans’s deal with the extended periods of darkness in winter and continuous daylight in summer?

We are nicknamed The Land of the Midnight sun because we don’t experience true darkness over the summer, at least where I live. Below is a map of the sun during the summer. The term Civil Twilight essentially means that the sun sets but there’s still enough light to do normal daily activities.

During the summer, many people use black out curtains. They’re literally your best friends in getting any sleep. Adjusting to summer is by far easier than preparing for winter. Black out curtains and eye masks, thats it. Here's a small article on how to deal with the 24hr light.

Preparing for the dark, cold winters takes a lot more than preparing for winter. Alaska has some of the highest rates of depression so a lot of these recommendations and such are to avoid getting really affected by Season Affective Depressive (SAD). It’s rather unavoidable, but to minimize the effects Alaskans do the following: It’s recommended that we take Vitamin D, continue our daily activities and hobbies, continue being active by either walking or going to the gym. Its encouraged to get “Happy Light” to put in our offices and homes so it mimics daytime.

Utqiagvik, formerly known as Barrow, the furthest north city in Alaska, experiences 67 days of darkness, and over 80 days of interrupted daylight.

28 whats the highest and lowest temps you’ve personally experienced and what did you do on that day (like on the lowest did you just stay under the blankets or bundled up and go out, etc)

In interior alaska the temps tend to be a little more extreme than in Anchorage (where i live) as it’s regulated by the sea.

Lowest i’ve personally experienced is like -20°F. I was a kid so I probably stayed indoors hahah in elementary school, we had a rule that if its was below -8°F we would do indoor recess instead of going outside. so -8 was out cut off haha

As an adult (more like since i've been conscious), the lowest i’ve experienced is like -15 at the glacier a few weekends ago, so I was out and about! I had a few layers on so I stayed warm.

I normally stay indoors when it gets too cold. Sometimes i’ll go cross country skiing when its like -3F, idk why but thats my fave temp to ski in (call me crazy). The snow makes a really satisfying noise when i push off.

The warmest i’ve experienced was probably like low 80s/high 70s. Thats usually when I go hiking, paddle boarding, or roast in the sun. Fun fact, the sun is at a 50 degree angle, so a 75 degree day feels really hot due to the amount of sun hitting your body,.

#luci answers #Bex tag #Alaska Q&A

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minu-skin · 9 months

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Cosrx | Low pH Good Morning Gel Cleanser | Skincare

Yo, how's everyone?? Today I'll be talking about Cosrx's Low pH Good Morning Gel Cleanser. A popular cleanser amongst many skincare peeps. Is it worth the hype?? Find out!

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Cosrx Gel Cleanser

Cosrx's Low pH Good Morning Gel Cleanser is a gentle pH balanced (non-irritating and non-drying) cleanser that helps cleanse without stripping your skin's moisture while refining & strengthening skin's texture. Uses tea tree oil (steam distillation of the leaves of the tea tree) and BHA (clearing and preventing acne, blackheads and clogged pores) ingredients. Can be used day & night. Great for all skin types ex. sensitive skin etc.

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Rub a dub dub

Package: Comes in a plastic 150 ml squeeze tube with a bottle cap . Simplistic design, not gimmicky. Straight forward usage.

Product: A clear gel that suds pretty mildly once you start working it into your skin. A fair amount of product.

Fragrance: Now the biggest debatable thing about this product amongst people is the scent. I personally don't mind the scent at all. I actually quite like it because I enjoy those woodsy fragrances. All the while it has a mixed.. medical smell?? Similar scent to Cosrx’s Acne Pimple Master Patch I mentioned back in my last review. It's off putting to some, but I feel people are kinda over dramatic about it haha. It's not that bad and the smell doesn't linger on your face after washing.

Texture: A gel texture. There's no exfoliant beads or anything like that. It's straight up a clear gel and once you start lanthering into your skin turns into nice little bubbles. It doesn't foam but it still gives a nice coverage. You know that feeling sometimes when you get with cleansers and it feels like nothing is working, Cosrx's is not that haha. It does give you a fresh clean feeling while and after cleansing.

Price: Hmm I say for Korean skincare the price is fair (actually cheaper than most high end Western brands). Their cleansers are pretty much around that range. For Western it may seem a bit more on the pricier side (in terms of drugstore brands). But of course there is always good deals especially for this cleanser alone. I always see this particular one on sale any place that sells Cosrx. It also comes in a 20 ml; is cheaper. It's a great size for those who want to test if it works for them without staying committed to a bigger size.

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I honestly like it, a lot! Usually when I try products that are overly hyped about they unforunately don't work out for me. Then I get disappointed haha. It was a surprise for sure. I think I might have broken out a little bit (like usual with my skin; trying out new products), but afterwards it cleared up. I used it day and night for 2 weeks straight. I didn't want to use any other cleanser I had because my skin looked that good haha. Of course I broke the spell, period came, my face unforunately has been poor lately.

I tried working :Jumiso All Day Vitamin Clean & Mild Facial Cleanser (I have stopped using cause I was trying out other skin products at the time) into my skincare again before then. That was a mistake. After using it months before I thought maybe I have a bad reaction to tea tree. Then after Cosrx that too has tea tree and it didn't mess up my skin. So I honestly don't think that's the problem anymore. Whatever else is in that particular Jumiso cleanser irritates my face a lot (could be the matching serum as well, who knows??). So I went back to just strictly using Cosrx again and it has been helping out these little acnes I developed under my chin (which I read if you break out in that area its due to stress, go figure).

In conclusion of that little skincare rant, Cosrx's Low pH Good Morning Gel Cleanser really works for me. I'm hoping that gives insight of how maybe one product that has the same ingredients won't necessarily mean it will mess you up unlike the other. It can totally be some other ingredient/brand/process whatever. You just gotta try it out and find ways to overcome usage.

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Back of the bottle

Ingredients: Water, Cocamidopropyl Betaine, Sodium Lauroyl Methyl Isethionate, Polysorbate 20, Styrax Japonicus Branch/Fruit/Leaf Extract, Butylene Glycol, Saccharomyces Ferment, Cryptomeria Japonica Leaf Extract, Nelumbo Nucifera Leaf Extract, Pinus Palustris Leaf Extract, Ulmus Davidiana Root Extract, Oenothera Biennis (Evening Primrose) Flower Extract, Pueraria Lobata Root Extract, Melaleuca Alternifolia (Tea Tree) Leaf Oil, Allantoin, Caprylyl Glycol, Ethylhexylglycerin, Betaine Salicylate, Citric Acid, Ethyl Hexanediol, 1,2-Hexanediol, Trisodium Ethylenediamine Disuccinate, Sodium Benzoate, Disodium EDTA

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You can purchase Cosrx's Low pH Good Morning Gel Cleanser: here at Blooming KOCO. Using my rewards code Enjoy. ♡

DISCLAIMER: I bought these products with my own money. This is my honest review. I was not paid to review these products. I do not claim to be a medical or professional advisor. My reviews is to merely share my skincare journey and hoping to help others through my experiences.

See ya in the next review.

#cosrx #korean skincare #korean beauty #cosrx low ph good morning gel cleanser #cosrx cleanser #beauty blog #skincare blog #review blog #review

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erscogadatabase · 10 months

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16: Bread

Date: 7-31-2020 IDST

Snape: *in the corner at a makeshift desk, brewing a potion* *looks up from his work and scowls at Dukermin* Are you aware that the latent magical energy in your house is out of balance? It's a wonder that I was able to make that simple fertilizer for that plant you had. *has a bunch more plants waiting to be revived*

Dukermin: *shamelessly looking over his shoulder as he works* Yeah I tried to do a feng shui thing a while back and completely screwed it up and haven't gotten around to fixing it. Maybe if I had real furniture instead of rocks it would be a little more spiritually aligned in here.

Snape: *makes some noise of acknowledgement and continues working* Where is that plant that I revived? Perhaps I could use it to know how to adjust my formula... *seems to be throwing things in the mix at random*

Dukermin: I'll get it, it's in the "dragon" den. *goes to fetch plant* Here he is! I named him Ziggy FYI.

Snape: ... This plant has legs.

Dukermin: yeah he actually ran away a while back, but he loved me so much he returned. Just last night actually! He brought his begonia girlfriend with him!

Snape: ...

Dukermin: Anywhooo... How are you liking Erscoga?

Snape: ... *hasn't left the house because it's the most similar thing to his dungeons that he's seen so far in his journeys with the Erscoga folks* *continues working*

Dukermin: You know, you should get out more. See our beautiful and very organized world! You could join a quidditch club! Or start a quidditch club!

Snape: I cannot imagine a world, even this one, in which I would start a quidditch club of all things, up there with the likes of James Potter.

Dukermin: It doesn't have to be a quidditch club, maybe a... culinary appreciation club? Or a.. idk cool cape club? What are you into?

Snape: *isn't going to bother answering* *scowls and jumps away as another cauldron explodes due to the magical energy in Dukermin's house* *cleans it up*

Dukermin: Yeah I gotta get that feng shui fixed. *helps clean it up*

Snape: *Evanesco-s the last remnants of the potion*

Dukermin: You have cleaning magics! That's so cool, you should start a cleaning club. I guess that's just a maid service but... like fun.

Snape: *glares at her* Do I look like a house elf to you?

Dukermin: No you look like a grumpy wizard man. I'm just trying to help... If you want to you can just chill here but like its damp and unaligned... Gotta get that sun vitamin you know...

Snape: *pointedly ignoring Dukermin as he rummages around in his pockets for more ingredients, coming up short* *frowns* Perhaps it would be prudent to gather more wormwood.

Dukermin: Is that a thing you dig out of the ground? I have a shovel! *excitedly runs to grab a shovel* Maybe Nalitie wants to help us find herbs!

Snape: *isn't going to mention that she doesn't really need the shovel, instead sheathing the dagger from his table and pocketing it* Is she the one who launched herself off of the school roof before you brought me here? *also has some vague feeling from another story in another life*

Dukermin: Yeah probably, sounds about right. Let's go! *off to Nalitie's house*

Snape: *following, because he'd have no idea where he's going otherwise*

Nalitie: *inside her house, reading to Lisa, Leonarda, and Erscoga Tobias*

Dukermin: *knocks on door with shovel, it's one of those plastic beach shovels*

Snape: *feeling uncomfortable being out in broad daylight, because he's spent the last 16 years working in the shadows and also being a spy, kind of, not consecutively*

Christine: *opens door, AE Tobias on her hip* Oh! Hello, Dukermin!

Dukermin: Hey everyone! We're gonna go find some wormwood, anyone wanna join?

Nalitie: *finishes the page she's on* .... Wormwood....?

Christine: I'm afraid I have rehearsal later this afternoon; I don't want to risk missing it, or I would come with you.

Nalitie: *setting down the book and picking up all three babies somehow* I'll come with you! Lemme just drop these guys off at Hope's house over on Aeuton, first.

Dukermin: Alrighty!

Snape: *impatient and wants to be doing this alone, but has no idea where to even find an environment suitable to grow wormwood, or if wormwood exists in Erscoga*

Dukermin: *to Snape* So uh yeah this is nalitie's house. Anyway, we'll probably go to Bensel to find wormwood.

Nalitie: *wants to wave, but is carrying three children simultaneously* Hello again! That other lady was my housemate, Christine.

Dukermin: Wanna lunchbox to Aeuton? *preps lunchbox*

Snape: Lunchbox?

Dukermin: Yeah it's the most common form of planet-to-planet travel in Erscoga.

Nalitie: It's.... Maybe like a portkey? Except you go into it, instead of just touching it.

Dukermin: Yeah, Nalitie, you should go first, just so Snape can see what's up.

Nalitie: *goes into lunchbox headfirst, clumsily with her extra load*

Dukermin: Yeah so you just do that but more gracefully *motions for Snape to jump in*

Snape: ... *copies Nalitie, minus the babies*

Dukermin: *hops in after*

Nalitie: *moves out of the way as they come through* *gestures around to the town of Sugar Bunting, which is visible from the hill they're on* Welcome to Aeuton! It used to be its own small world/country maybe? That we upended and rolled into a ball, and now it's here!

Dukermin: Yeah the people here are really chill with it tho.

Nalitie: Well, uh, they are now.

Snape: *a tad disoriented from the portal travel, but probably not as much as other newcomers and definitely not as much as when they were travelling via music*

Nalitie: Anyway, Hope's house is just down here, by Vella and her family. *starts walking, surprisingly normal*

Dukermin: *rolls down the hill*

Snape: *perturbed, but retaining the appearance of apathy* *walks down the hill as well, feeling slightly out of place because Aeuton is very colorful, not magical, and still a lot nicer than his hometown*

Dukermin: *shouts hello to people as she rolls by them*

Nalitie: *reaches Hope's door and kicks at it because her hands are full* *not bursting into the house like she normally would, for fear of giving the babies concussions*

Snape: *standing awkwardly behind her*

Dukermin: *rolled into some bushes and is now freeing herself* Are we here?

Nalitie: *nods back at her*

Hope: *opens the door* Nalitie. *sees Dukermin on the ground and Snape standing there looking like a bat* *confused*

Dukermin: *jumps up* Oh hey, I was just inspecting your bushes for routine maintenance... You got an A+ tho!

Hope: That's... nice.

Nalitie: Christine and I were wondering if you could babysit for a bit? She's got rehearsal later on and will probably be bringing the other Tobias, cause Steven is visiting his mom, Willy's out at a business conference--something about food safety standards, I guess--and Dave was going to go argue with his grandma's landlord.

Hope: I would love to take the kids. *takes the two that are not in the carrier and gestures for Nalitie to bring Tobias in the other room*

Shay and Rocky: *at the table, rewiring a Hexipal*

Dukermin: * goes over there* What are you trying to make it do?

Rocky: We wanna program it to do a different dance, one we saw someone doing over on Termata!

Dukermin: Oh I think I know the one you're talking about, it's quite popular over there. Try connecting that one to that one *somehow knows about electronics*

Rocky: *attempts it*

Hexipal: *starts waving its arms around in the air wildly, clicking its tiny heels together*

Snape: *has come into the house finally* *frowns* What is that?

Dukermin: It's called "The Man on Fire".

Nalitie: No doubt originating from one of my many VR house fires.... Those miniseries episodes got pretty popular on AETV, you know?

Dukermin: Yeah apparently they're renewing it for an eighth season!

Nalitie: Oh no, wait--I don't have any material planned! What the heck has Mettaton been doing with my VR room since he got his body back...? I was wondering where my small cult following came from.

Snape: *uncomfortable at the wording and hopelessly confused, because this is not just normal Muggle television being discussed, and it also isn't 1996 anymore*

Dukermin: Anywhoo... we're gonna head out to Bensel. Hope, do you guys need anything from there?

Hope: No, we just bought produce from Isole the other day, but thank you.

Dukermin: Alrighty, well, shall we? *starts heading out*

Nalitie: Heck yeah! *follows*

Snape: *nods at Hope and Shay and Rocky in goodbye* *leaves with them*

Dukermin: *preps lunchbox*

(And so they were off to Bensel!)

Dukermin: *appears there* So uhh... who's farm should we roll up to?

Nalitie: *lands on her face, untethered by children*

Snape: *lands rather ungracefully this time*

Nalitie: Definitely not Old McDonalds. He tried to sue me the other day for disturbing his corn at Christmas. I might be queen, but that doesn't mean I have money... or that Erscoga itself has a currency...

Dukermin: I mean if anyone's going to have weird herbs it'll be 7even but I'm not sure she's home right now...

Nalitie: *shrigs* Worth a shot. Otherwise we can raid the land around her house, I'm sure that's fine. We made the planet.

Dukermin: Yeah we can do a steal.

Snape: *squints suspiciously* What precisely do you mean, made this planet?

Dukermin: I mean, we kinda made all of this. You didn't know that? I mean, who in their right mind would just allow us to be queens if we didn't contribute drastically to the universe...?

Snape: Forgive me my ignorance, but I didn't exactly choose to come to your world, now did I? *won't speak of the fact that he has actively chosen to not leave the house in the last 2-3 months*

Dukermin: Oh yeah I forgot that you're kind of a hermit in my house. It's okay tho, you're helping my poor plants.

Nalitie: It's not like we really gave you a tour before now, anyway. Dang. Usually we're so on top of that when new people come to Erscoga.

Dukermin: Yeah. Welp. This is Bensel! The farm planet sorta thing!

Nalitie: Literally all that's on here is farms. And 7even's house, which might also be a farm. I'm not sure. We haven't gotten that far.

Dukermin: Idk she wants to be a witch doctor last I talked to her so...

Snape: *chooses not to comment on that wording, unsure if the distinction exists for the Wizarding World™*

Nalitie: I think the last time we did development for her was back last spring.

Dukermin: Well, if she doesn't have wormwood we can try Isole maybe...

Nalitie: Farmer Joe's pretty neutral. We might have to pay him, though.

Dukermin: I have some Pocket Lint™ that I can pay him with.

Nalitie: Sounds good.

Snape: *offers Dukermin a largish gold coin* This should be worth something, regardless of world. In any case, most Muggles are particularly transfixed with gold at all times, so unless your world is any different, it won't matter that this currency is invalid here.

Dukermin: Well... we can try it but.. One of our planets is... hard to explain. Gems and precious metals aren't nearly as rare here as they might be elsewhere. You know what is rare... French breads.

Nalitie: Dang. Maybe I should be selling bread to make some actual money. *pauses* No. That would ruin my integrity. I hate bread.

Snape: ...

Dukermin: *considers bringing up that toast is even rarer but decides against it* We can try it tho, the barter system is good.

Nalitie: *considering* *turns to Snape* Hey, you're good at making things. Would it be possible to make... breadless bread, for those who are intolerant to the real stuff?

Snape: *scowls* Are you truly that stupid?

Dukermin: I dont know. Maybe just throw some beans and rice in there...

Nalitie: Maybe without the yeast....

Dukermin: yeah! Snape, can you magically make bread rise??

Snape: I suppose you could use the Bread Leavening Charm, if you want to run your kitchen like a middle-aged wizarding housewife *thinking of Molly*. *looks at Nalitie* Although I don't suppose you would possess the magical skill required for even that.

Dukermin: Yeah so I'm learning that and making a bread company for sure. And it will be named Breadless Bread™ .

Nalitie: My kitchen is blissfully void of snails right now. Maybe once we're done here, we can go test that Bread Leavening Charm.

Dukermin: Yeah let's do it! ANYWAy wormwood.

(You've been standing in 7even's front yard for a while now. She's not home, but she has some bushes around her house that look suspiciously wormwood-like, and her herb garden is watering itself around the side of the house.)

Dukermin: Hey is that wormwood? *wields shovel and heads over there, tip-toeing, ready to do a steal*

Snape: *strides over there, plucking the shovel from Dukermin's hands on the way* If you dig up that plant, not only will it be more obvious to the homeowner, but you run the risk of severing the roots as well.

Dukermin: Dang maybe I just wanted to look cool, I had a whole aesthetic going on... *pouts*

Snape: *methodically cutting a few sprigs of wormwood, trying to make it not look obvious that any is missing* *placing them in handkerchiefs and placing them delicately in his robe pockets*

Dukermin: I'm lookout *pulls out a pair of binoculars*

Nalitie: *checking out her herb garden*

Snape: *notices another interesting plant and goes and takes some cuttings*

Dukermin: Ooh what did you find *uses binoculars to examine the new plant*

Snape: Dittany. I've been running low, no thanks to escapades of Potter and his friends last year. *scowling at the memory*

Dukermin: *fake low voice* If it wasn't for those meddling kids, bleh bleh bleh. *back to normal* But yeah you can probably take whatever you need, i'll leave some pocket lint as payment when we leave.

Nalitie: Plus, you have, like, unlimited time to do whatever you want here, there's no Voldemort or Harry Potter here!

Snape: *hisses* Don't say his name in my presence.

Dukermin: Ah... good ol' Voldy. Don't worry, if we ever were to encounter him we'd toss him on the scary prison planet. Plus, all his really scary magics are banned here anyways.

Snape: Hmph. Well, if you're done blithely insulting one of the two most powerful wizards of our age, I have what I came here for. Perhaps it would be better to offer your friend actual monetary compensation, if you wish to leave any trace of our presence at all.

Dukermin: Whatever you say, Dad. *leaves the gold coin* We should go do something productive with you since you're around. Maybe we should go see Alphys?

Nalitie: Oh! Yeah, since we're doing the tour for you kind of now, we should FIGHT you to see what your SOUL's like!

Snape: Excuse me?

Dukermin: We'll do that on Pluto. *prepares lunchbox* *hops in*

Nalitie: *tries feet-first this time*

Snape: *carefully enters lunchbox*

Dukermin: *somersaults onto Pluto* What's up everybody!??

(Pluto is looking a tad better than when you were here before. The barricades around the Best Western have been taken down. Undyne's house is pretty much rebuilt. Sans and Papyrus have started to rebuild their house. Alphys's lab is STILL buried in the ground. Chara and Sans eye you warily from their box.)

Dukermin: *shouts to the few monsters out and about* I love what you've done with the place!

Gert: IT'S YOU!!! THANK YOU FOR SAVING OUR PLANET!!! YOUR FRIEND LOOKS REALLY MAD AND ALSO KIND OF COOL! I LIKE HIS HAIR! MOM WON'T LET ME GROW MINE OUT BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE ANY.

Dukermin: You're welcome, my guy! And you know what, bald is beautiful!

Snape: *glaring intensely at Gert because he is a child and also he has never seen a monster child before??? But this one is getting on his nerves for sure.*

Dukermin: Gert, meet Snape. Snape, meet Gert!

Gert: WOAH!! I'VE NEVER MET A SNAPE BEFORE! THAT'S AWESOME!

Snape: *wishing he was back at his makeshift work station in Dukermin's house* What precisely did we come here for?

Dukermin: Uh lots of things actually. We needed to check up after the war and tragedy and stuff, we need to FIGHT you, we need to see Alphys... and I feel like there's something else that maybe we're not supposed to know about yet...

Nalitie: Yep. Sounds about right. *to Dukermin* Shall we start a FIGHT?

Dukermin: Sure thing! *to Snape* Put up your dukes, old man!

Nalitie: *starts the encounter*

(You're in the alternate dialogue now!)

(Snape stands across from you. You don't see his SOUL anywhere, but he's outlined in faint shades of purple and cyan.)

(You see the bullet box with Dukermin's multicolored SOUL and Nalitie's slightly desaturated blue one. It's Snape's turn.)

(He doesn't know what he's doing.)

Dukermin: Oh interesting, you don't have like a normal SOUL, which makes sense. The colors are definitely there tho.

Nalitie: Yeah, that's weird. If I didn't know better I would probably say you didn't have a SOUL, but that would be silly.

(Snape asks what you mean by "doesn't have a normal SOUL.")

Dukermin: So, you can see that we both have SOULs...

(Dukermin points out the two SOULs)

Dukermin: They're like, little heart things. I've got a bunch of random colors because... weird things...

Nalitie: And mine's not very heavily colored because DETERMINATION. Actually, neither of us is a very good example for what a SOUL is supposed to look like. Anyway, it's your turn, Snape. Just pick a button.

(Snape CHECKs Dukermin.

Dukermin - LV2 - She has a lot of SOULs because Candle Grandma is also inhabiting her body.)

(It's your turn!:

*| Fight

*| Act

*| Item

*| Mercy)

(Dukermin CHECKs Snape)

(Severus Snape - LV 6 - He's a wizard with specialties in potions and Dark magic.)

(Nalitie SPAREs Snape.)

(Snape accepts the spare, and dialogue goes back to normal.)

(Meanwhile, on Bensel)

*7even comes back to her house after looking for her lost frog pet and sees a golden coin. After searching around her house, she realizes there are some herbs missing. She wonders where they possibly could have gone, and decides to try and contact Nalitie to ask, as she is still relatively new to life in Erscoga.

*Ring ring*

(Somewhere back on Pluto...)

Nalitie: *jumps when she realizes her phone is ringing* *to Snape and Dukermin* Hang on a sec, this looks important. *answers phone* Hello?

7even, still on Bensel: Hello, I'm so sorry to disturb you, but I was wondering if there are any thiefs or something on Bensel, as far as I know is only me and my neighbor?

Nalitie: .... *suspiciously* Uh Old McDonald is a pretty shifty character if I do say so myself. He sued me a few weeks ago for trespassing in his corn.

7even: Potentially, my only suspicion of that is that he is, in fact, very territorial, and seems to respect other people's property as long--is someone there?

Dukermin: *viciously mouthing to Nalitie* Who's on the phone??

Nalitie: *covering the... the microphone bit?* 7even. I think we've been caught. *to 7even* Uhhh we're... orienting a newcomer to Erscoga. We're on Pluto, so there's a lot of post-war construction.

Dukermin: *loudly whispering* ask her if she wants to join us!

7even: Newcomer! Oh that's wonderful!

Nalitie: Yeah! His name is Snape--or uh that's his last name, we don't believe in first names here apparently--and we've been showing him the ropes over on Pluto if you want to come join us. I think I left you with a Lunchbox?

7even: Yes I still have that. And I would love to. I need to replenish my supplies anyway, and the coinage is the perfect amount to supply most of them.

Nalitie: Awesome! We'll wait here for you and also move out of the drop zone. *not going to mention the coin because it totally wasn't her and Dukermin who left it there*

*7even finds the lunchbox in her storage, pushes the pluto button, and jumps in. She tries a little flip to be cool, but unfortunately does not land it well, and falls next to Nalitie, Dukermin, and Snape.*

Dukermin: 7even! Cool "flip"

Nalitie: :D IT'S YOu!

Snape: *raises an eyebrow at the person at his feet*

7even: You must be the newcomer, welcome! Im 7even!! *extends hand as she brushes off dirt on pants*

Dukermin: Yeah that's Snape. He lives in my house and never leaves so we forced him to go outside.

Snape: *warily shakes hands with 7even* You say that as if I'm a hermit. I simply had better things to do than "explore" your world.

7even: *to Dukerman* a bit cautious is he? *to snape* That's probably a good thing in some situations! But I promise I won't do anything bad.

Dukermin: *nods to first bit*

Snape: ...

Nalitie: Uh anyway, yeah, this is our new guy, and we were just trying to analyze his SOUL because that's important here and he's weird.

Dukermin: We already did the fighting thing... What more do we need to do with that? Visit Alphys?

Nalitie: Yeah probably. We can go see if she's in her lab.

(Nalitie points at the big rectangular building that's half-buried in the ground.)

7even: while we are there, do you know, by chance, if she has any herb supplies. There is a specific plant that I need for luring purposes.

Dukermin: What plant? What are you luring?

7even: Well you see, from my exploration of Bensel, there is an elusive....animal? I've been tracking it and it seems to respond to a supply of a plant called Grotsel. And Ive, unfortunately run out. It's a bit hard to find.

Dukermin: We can definitely ask, if Alphys doesn't have any...

Snape: *mouths under his breath* What the hell is Grotsel...?

Dukermin: *looks to 7even* uhh...

7even: It's a new subspecies of herb I've found that resides in unknown places. I don't mean to sound suspicious, but there is very little known about it. I feel like the animal may hold some answers.

Dukermin: I mean it doesn't get much more unknown than Erscoga. Yeah we'll ask, herbs aren't alphys's expertise but she may know of someone.

Snape: *suddenly realizing the extent to which this world is different than his, and also how weird it is*

7even: Then off we go!!

*to the lab!*

Dukermin: *sees the door is like perpendicular and finds a big hole in the side of the building* uhh. Knock knock?

Alphys: *had been watching anime or something* *almost doesn't scream this time* *looks over? Back? At Dukermin + co.* O-oh! Hello!

7even: Hello. You must be Alphys. We haven't met yet. Im 7even.

Alphys: *looks over at 7even* A-alphys. *sees Snape kind of outside of the hole* O-oh... did you bring another, um, another whole s-society here again...?

Dukermin: Not a /whole/ society. Just one person as far as I know... This is Snape.

Snape: *hiding under his mask of apathy again because what the heck is going on*

Alphys: Oh! S-sorry, I just, uh, assumed b-because there were two of them...

7even: Well, I don't exactly know fully our business here, but it seems we have another SOUL for you to inspect? *Looks to Nalitie and Dukermin*

Dukermin: OH yeah, a couple of things apparently. First off... This guy *gestures to Snape* has kind of an interesting SOUL, and maybe you want to take a look?

Alphys: O-oh, sure? Um, what kind of, uh, w-weird should I expect?

Dukermin: Well, the SOUL is present, but it's not so much... a SOUL as like... an Aura? Idk you'll see...

Alphys: ???? *starts an encounter with Snape*

(You encountered Snape!

|* FIGHT

|* ACT

|* ITEM

|* MERCY)

(Alphys CHECKs Snape.)

(Severus Snape - LV 6 - He's a real, live wizard.)

(Snape SPAREs Alphys and the encounter ends.)

Alphys: !!!!!! W-Wait. You guys didn't tell me he was a-a wizard! L-like, uh, l-like a real one!!!!

Dukermin: Oh yeah he's definitely that. Cool, right?

7even: Fascinating. *To Snape* After this is over, I have a couple of questions to inquire of you, if that's all right?

Snape: *looks at 7even appraisingly* If they are not too obnoxiously intrusive, I suppose.

Alphys: *to Dukermin* N-no, y-you guys don't get it. Wizards, real, true wizards w-went extinct in my world when The Barrier was created.

Snape: !!

Dukermin: Oh. Welp. Now you get to meet one! It's okay, he's kinda chill.

7even: Also a bit cautious haha.

Alphys: B-but that would explain the SOUL t-thing. Wizards, uh, they're kind of b-between monsters and humans??? I-I mean, obviously they're human, b-but they're special b-because their SOUL and their, uh, magic... Um, instead of manifesting as a--as a separate entity of sorts? The SOUL you're all used to? It, uh, it's interwoven into their body, their blood, their DNA. It's, uh, actually really interesting! A-and that's why they need incantations and wands, b-because physical matter--namely the human body--is a r-really bad conductor for, uh, magic.

7even: What, potentially, would happen if a regular human tried to conduct magic like that?

Alphys: Um... like, do you mean using w-wands and stuff? Nothing would, uh, happen really. Regular humans... their S-SOULs are separate enough from their, uh, physical matter that it's p-possible to pour magic out directly from the SOUL, so to speak, like, uh, like monsters but a little weaker, b-because they're impeded by being a human. That's why S-SOUL magics, l-like you use in encounters, aren't really effective for humans like they are for monsters.

7even: Amazing! I'll definitely have to do some research on this topic at some point.

Dukermin: I guess that kinda explains why it's so difficult to place "spellcasting" into the power cap. Because it encompasses so many things and hasn't really been much a part of our world before...

Alphys: Y-yep! Oh, uh, and also, in the case of, uh, wizards, s-some of their spells don't fit into the Spectrum of Magical Chroma. N-not like the kinds of magic you and Nalitie and, uh, 7even, was it? can use. L-like, uh... the cosmic p-powers you used to use, Dukermin? T-those were s-sometimes similar to regular monster magic or a v-very watered down blue magic. B-but I know there's some kinds of m-magic wizards can use, certain s-spells that go beyond the S-SOUL or r-really even anything we've slotted into E-Erscoga's system.

Dukermin: That's really cool... But... So we wanted to start a bread company right, and the only way that it can be done with integrity is if we find a way to remove the yeast component. Is it possible for us to learn spells? Or would it look a little different for us? This is very important.

Alphys: U-uh... Well, er... y-you wouldn't get anywhere just, um, just copying Snape if he does a spell. Um... I guess it would depend on the spell??? Maybe if, uh, if you showed it to us we could see if it has a color? *mutters* Sans is better at Color Theory than I am...

Dukermin: It's a bread leavening charm? Snape, can you show it to us?

Snape: *raises eyebrow* ... I could, if there was actual bread dough in front of me. What do you expect me to do, leaven your friend? It wouldn't work, by the way.

7even: I'm so sorry to interrupt. But why do we have to remove the yeast?

Nalitie: *bursts in through the crowd, blazing with passion* French bread is valuable and I don't have any money, but I can't just make and sell bread! I hate bread, it would ruin my moral code! But Log_Lady tested it for me and decided that yeast specifically is what makes bread bread, and gives it its flavor and stuff, so if you remove the yeast, you have breadless bread. *to Snape* And no, its not a stupid idea!

Dukermin: But bread simply isn't good if it isn't fluffy. *under breath* this actually sounds kind of like a scam but... i mean there are lab grown diamonds so...

7even: Ah, I see. Well I have a few bread ingredients at my home, but unfortunately not the type for french bread, so I am not of much help. The only ingredients I have is a starter for sourdough *to Dukermin* Lab grown diamonds? Cool!

Dukermin: Yeah it's an Earth thing! But i mean if there's no yeast in the starter, that could be useful. We just need to test it...

7even: I'm not sure if it has yeast. Farmer McDonald left it on my doorstep as payment for some seeds I lent him

Nalitie: *hisses at the mention of Old McDonald*

Dukermin: Oh, you know who would definitely have basic ingredients? Toriel. We can all just pop over there and see if we can use her kitchen.

Nalitie: HEck yeah, that's right! *already pushing past the crowd again to the outside world*

7even: One thing before we leave. *to Alphys* I have been trying to gather some information on a plant called Grotsel, but am having some trouble. Do you happen to know where I would find some information on it? Perhaps a book or something?

Alphys: *frowns* U-um... I don't think I've e-ever heard of it, b-but maybe on one of the native planets s-someone might know? N-no one's really sure what's on, uh, Lux or D-dunkel yet? O-or the war planet...

7even: That's all right. And thank you for the tips! Let's head out to...Toriel, you said?

(To Toriel's house!)

Toriel: *outside, searching for snails and humming*

Asgore: *probably still living in his own house, since his therapy with Sophia was cancelled temporarily due to the war*

Dukermin: *waves* What's up, Toriel? *looks for snails as well*

Toriel: Oh! Hello, my child--*sees the rest of the group*--children!

Snape: *narrows his eyes at Toriel, because he's not a child and she's too much like Molly Weasley for his liking*

Dukermin: Oh, this is 7even and that cranky man there is Snape!

7even: *Waves with large smile, she seems to like that same characteristic Snape dislikes so much*

Toriel: It is very nice to meet you both! If Asgore were here, he would offer you tea, but seeing as he is not here, perhaps I could extend that offer instead?

Dukermin: Oh yeah! *heads inside* *stops and knocks on the door before just walking in*

Snape: *despite everything, is always down for tea*

Toriel: *to Dukermin* It is open, my child. Asgore is back in the castle right now.

Dukermin: Eh, habits *walks in*

7even: *follows, as she follows, she looks excitedly around at the house, loving the cozy aura of her surroundings*

Toriel: *follows them in, leaving the basket of snails on the counter and washing her hands*

Nalitie: *sits down at the table*

Snape: *standing there in the kitchen, feeling hopelessly out of place*

Dukermin: *had found two snails in the garden* *has named them Seth and Sarah and will be keeping them forever now*

Toriel: *preparing tea* *to Dukermin* Thank you again for helping us with the war, my child. It was certainly a Plutonian problem, but we appreciate the knowledge you brought to the table.

Dukermin: Oh no problem! *under breath* kinda feel responsible because it was my body that was used to... whatever what's done is done. *To 7even* So I have a super powerful SOUL kinda sharing my body... it's complicated but yeah she went on a vacation gone wrong...

7even: That sounds awful. I hope you are okay now.

Dukermin: Oh yeah it was fine, apparently it was a very fun time until they accidentally brought a super evil lady to Pluto...

7even: Yikes, sounds like a lot of stuff happens on Pluto. I'll stick to my home base haha

Dukermin: This is true.. Yeah Bensel is much more peaceful. Anywho...

Nalitie: Oh yeah! Hey Toriel, you have baking ingredients, right? We want to make bread.

Toriel: Oh! Of course, my child, although I must warn you that I have run out of yeast. I made bread for Asgore and Frisk before the war and did not have the chance to buy more.

Dukermin: Oh well what luck! We're hoping to make bread that doesn't contain yeast but is still light and fluffy! With wizard magics!

Toriel: *startles, nearly dropping the tea cups she was serving* Wizard, did you say?

Dukermin: Yeah it's a whole thing. Don't worry about it tho.

Toriel: Apologies, my child, but I did not realize wizards were common in your world--they went out of existence in the War of Humans and Monsters in ours. I suppose we have not explored this world very much since coming here...

Dukermin: I wouldn't say they're common... there's really just one...

Nalitie: *points somewhat accusingly at Snape*

Snape: *scowls*

Toriel: *gently admonishing her* It is rude to point, my child.

Nalitie: *stops and mutters* Sorry Toriel...

Dukermin: heading over to the baking supplies* So uh, that's a yes on borrwing your kitchen...?

Toriel: Of course, my child, after all it would be remiss of me to deny you permission when I use Nalitie's kitchen so often.

7even: And of course we can reimburse you for the ingredients used. I have a coin :D

Dukermin: Oh good, cuz I'm fresh out of Pocket Lint ™ .

7even: *looks confused for a second* Pocket lint....hm. Weird. I think I have some, don't know where I got it

Nalitie: Remember, Erscoga doesn't have a currency yet... Pocket Lint ™ is temporary until our bread economy takes off. *pulling out the flour and putting some warm water in a bowl with sugar, but no yeast*

7even: Oh, well if there is no need for currency, I will find a different use for this coinage.

Snape: *over in the corner, sipping his tea and trying not to draw attention*

Nalitie: *also pulling out measuring cups* Sounds good. We've got like a lot of different currencies on each planet that are literally worthless in the grand scheme of Erscoga.

Dukermin: Ooh can I mix?

Nalitie: *pouring flour into her bowl of water* Heck yeah. I've got a spatula for while its still liquid but we'll have to knead it eventually.

7even: *intently watching* I actually don't know how to make bread. I was going to learn with my starter, but this is good too.

Dukermin: Sweet! You can try kneading it then, we'll show you how.

Nalitie: *sprinkling salt into the mixture because she forgot that* *blithely adding random measurements of flour, going by appearance rather than recipe* You guys can go ahead and mix or knead or whatever, I'll add as we go.

Dukermin: *mixes it up*

Nalitie: *pouring flour over Dukermin's hands as she mixes* It's probably going to be good soon.

7even: When will we need that charm?

Dukermin: Before or after we knead it? *has never made bread before either*

Nalitie: Uhhhh *looks to Snape*

Snape: After, if I recall Molly Weasley's explanation correctly. *obviously does because he's Snape and remembering things correctly is an important character trait of his*

7even: Perfect. Is it time to knead it?

Nalitie: *nods enthusiastically and moves out of the way*

Toriel: *watching and smiling, sipping her tea* *slides over to make small talk with Snape*

7even: *starts to knead, a lot more violently than would be expected, but obviously having fun*

Dukermin: *starts doing the dishes because that's a nice thing to do*

Nalitie: *putting away the flour*

Snape: *trying to move away from Toriel without seeming obvious*

7even: Hey guys, I think it's ready!

Dukermin: Okay, I'll give Alphys a quick call and see if she's still available to check the color *ring ring*

Alphys: *answers* *is breathing heavy, like she's running* I-I'm sorry!!! I hadn't, uh, hadn't realized y-you guys left!!!! I'm on my way!!!!

Dukermin: Oh it's chill, see you in a bit! *hangs up* She's on the way!

7even: Wonderful! We need her to check it or something?

Dukermin: Yeah, precisely. To check the color and see how it works, ya know...

(There's a knock on the door. Toriel goes to answer it, and in runs Alphys)

Alphys: A-alphys is here! U-um, I mean, uh, I'm here! *takes out the device she uses to examine SOULs, which has been recalibrated to just look at Color Signatures* O-ok, go ahead and t-try it.

Snape: *walks over to the bread dough and pulls out his wand* Ortum panem! *the bread begins to rise, as it would if you let regular bread dough sit for a while*

Dukermin: Oh wow! It's working! I smell capitalism and wealth!

Snape: *frowns* Of course it's working, I'm not an incompetent first year.

Toriel: *unhappy at Snape's attitude, but too polite to correct him in front of company*

7even: This is wonderful. I'm sure they didn't mean it as an insult, more like a congratulations and a thank you.

Snape: Hmph.

(The bread has risen wonderfully, and is ready to be baked. Of course, we didn't shape it into loaves of french bread, so it will have to be baked as one big lump.)

Alphys: *messing with her device, pulling up the hex codes for any colors that might be there*

Dukermin: *puts bread into oven, which we definitely remembered to preheat*

(Soon, the smell of baking bread fills the kitchen.)

Alphys: O-okay, um... So the composition of the spell looks like it's a really similar color to, uh, Dukermins' old c-cosmic magic, but in, uh reverse. It l-looks like it's got s-some Integrity aspect, w-which is at a r-really low s-saturation, it says th-that aspect is #e0f1ff, b-but it's got a lot of k-kindness in it, s-similar to healing magic--#54ff68. S-so it's not wizard specific! But s-since you can't really c-cast the spell like Snape, you'd have to, uh, play around with b-base magic compositions and, uh, color mixing, and intent, and really S-Sans is better at t-this stuff than me...

Dukermin: Oh, we'll have to pay him a visit then, I guess? At some point for sure.

7even: Well you guys do that. I'm going to head back to my home to do a bit more research. Keep me updated on the bread. And thank you so much for bringing me along!

Nalitie: Definitely, we will start a... a bread empire, I guess. You can take the bread if it's done. Otherwise we'll mail it to ya.

7even: Sounds wonderful!! *7even takes out her lunchbox and presses the planet Bensel, waves goodbye, and decides to not flip into it* *disappears*

Dukermin: Goodbye! Let's get this bread!!

Nalitie: *waves goodbye until she's gone* *continues cleaning up Toriel's kitchen*

Dukermin: Okay, so we're gonna go talk to Sans then?

Nalitie: Yeah, I think so. *is writing down the hex codes for the colors, now that the kitchen is clean*

Dukermin: Cool, i feel like I've been standing here for months. Off we go! *drags Snape with*

(And so they went outside to the Callie/Sans box. Mr. Face Man stands outside of it, writing on his whiteboard. Callie is confused. Sans is less than enthused.)

Dukermin: *draws a cat on the whiteboard*

Mr. Face Man: *look of annoyance, as much as his face will allow, as it is stuck in one kind of default smile*

Dukermin: *also copies the hex code onto the whiteboard* We want to make bread.

Mr. Face Man: *writes in the corner* ✋︎ 🕈︎✌︎💧︎ ❄︎✌︎☹︎😐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎

Dukermin: This is more important though. Here's the hex code for the spell we're trying to learn. We need to avoid using yeast for personal reasons, so a bread-leavening charm is the only option. It's urgent.

Snape: *noise of disdain*

Dukermin: *noise of acknowledgment of disdain*

Sans: ... what exactly do you need our help with? or mine, i guess. i dunno. i just got up, i'm not bready for this yet.

Dukermin: Nice. We just want to be able to do this spell ourselves, we have the hex code so I guess we need to play around with the base colors some to get it to work.

Sans: *looking at the hex codes* ... hm. well, i guess this spell, or whatever you'd call it if it's not actually performed by a wizard, has a primary kindness trait. that's not too hard, just some regular ol' green attacks. the integrity part's a lot weaker, so you can't really throw my bro's blue attack at it and call it a day. if i was doin' it, i'd be able to mix the magics before i even throw the attack, but for you, it might be easier to have one person make the green attack and have the other person throw some good ol' blue magic at it. the SOUL kind, not the attack kind. oh, and you gotta mean it, too, that you're trying to get bread rise specifically.

Dukermin: So... I do have access to green magic, and you can do the blue magic thing... It'll just be a matter of getting the proportions right... right?

Sans: *finger guns* you got it, kiddo.

Nalitie: And getting more dough. Forgot that step. Also, we can only use those magics inside of an encounter so... does that mean we have to fight the bread?

Dukermin: Yes!! This is a dream come true!

Snape: *looking at them like they're crazy, since this magic system is gibberish to him*

Dukermin: So... back to Toriel's kitchen for a bread-making montage?

Nalitie: Back to Toriel's kitchen!

(and then they made a bunch of bread dough, knowing they were gonna screw it up a few times)

Dukermin: Okay, let's initiate a fight with loaf A.

(You encountered Loaf A!

|* FIGHT

|* ACT

|* ITEM

|* MERCY)

(Dukermin conjures a beam of magical energy and tries to hold it steady... but she lost control!!)

(Nalitie attempts to perform a blue SOUL mode on the beam of energy, missing a little and only getting some into the beam.)

(The bread turns invisible! It may have risen... but it's hard to eat bread when it's invisible...)

Dukermin: Maybe you should start this next one Nalitie.

(You won...? Earned 0 G and 0 EXP.)

Nalitie: Okay.

(You encountered Loaf 2!

|* FIGHT

|* ACT

|* ITEM

|* MERCY)

(Nalitie attempts to make solid blue magic.... But Integrity magic only manifests itself as a SOUL mode, which isn't physical.)

(Loaf 2 launches into the ceiling! -XX HP!)

Dukermin: Okay, so that didn't work. Probably be best if I started, huh...

(You won! Earned 5 G and 1 EXP!)

(You encountered Loaf e!

|* FIGHT

|* ACT

|* ITEM

|* MERCY)

(Dukermin manifested a ball of green magic and actually held it steady for a while!)

(Nalitie carefully turns the attack blue.)

(The bread starts to cry.)

(Dukermin SPAREs the bread)

(You won! Earned 0 G and 0 EXP.)

Snape: You two are actually more dunderheaded than the first years I teach. How such a simple charm can be outside your grasp is beyond me.

(You encountered Loaf △!

|* FIGHT

|* ACT

|* ITEM

|* MERCY)

(Dukermin very carefully makes a small bean of green magic)

(Nalitie attempts to turn the attack blue, but it's too small for the SOUL mode to take hold.)

(The flour in the bread begins to turn back into wheat. Now Toriel's countertop looks like a small farm.)

(You won? Earned 0 G and 0 EXP.)

Toriel: *walking into the kitchen* *didn't know they'd come back* Oh! What is this? It is, erm, a lovely addition to my home, but what on Earth are you doing?

Dukermin: We're trying.

(You encountered Loaf 5!

|* FIGHT

|* ACT

|* ITEM

|* MERCY)

(Dukermin does the green thing.)

(Nalitie sees the insurmountable amount of bread dough left, and accidentally leeches some Perseverance magic into her blue SOUL mode as she casts it.)

(The bread hardens into stone -- a wall of morality.)

Snape: *raises an eyebrow* How is it that you can manage so much accidental Transfiguration, but cannot perform a simple household charm?

Nalitie: We're doing our best, shh.

(You won, maybe. Earned 0 G and 0 EXP.)

(You encountered Loaf F'!

|* FIGHT

|* ACT

|* ITEM

|* MERCY)

(Dukermin flavor blasts the bread before Nalitie has a chance to realize what's going on)

(Nalitie pouts.)

(The bread comes to life. It goes to comfort the crying bread. What a nice moment.)

(You won! Earned 3 G and 0 EXP.)

(You encountered Loaf G(x)!

|* FIGHT

|* ACT

|* ITEM

|* MERCY)

(Dukermin is getting frustrated. She blasts the bread again.)

(Nalitie complains about not being able to do her thing. She catches the tail end of the blast with a blue SOUL mode.)

Loaf G(x): *is conscious* Space? Space space space gotta go to space. SPAAACE.

(Loaf G(x) has left the building.)

(You won! Earned 0 G and 0 EXP.)

Dukermin: Next time you can blast the heck out of it with me. It feels great!

(You encountered Loaf EIGHT!

|* FIGHT

|* ACT

|* ITEM

|* MERCY)

(Dukermin does the spiderman pose thing and decimates that bread with green magic)

(Nalitie casts a blue SOUL mode directly on the bread's remains.)

(Loaf EIGHT shatters and its molecules spiral apart, becoming pure magical energy and transcending our plane of existence)

Snape: *frowns* I would have liked to study that.

(You won? Earned 0 G, 0 EXP, and 15 Experience Points.)

Dukermin: Okay, time to chill out. I think I've got it figured out.

(You encountered Loaf !

|* FIGHT

|* ACT

|* ITEM

|* MERCY)

(Dukermin steadies herself and conjures up a reasonable looking green attack)

(Nalitie applies a blue SOUL mode to the attack, if a bit heavy-handedly.)

(The bread begins to rise! But... sideways?)

Nalitie: Dang. That was my fault, I think.

Dukermin: We'll get it next time.

(Loaf wins!)

(You encountered Loaf X!

|* FIGHT

|* ACT

|* ITEM

|* MERCY)

(Dukermin makes up a green attack and gets hit with a strange feeling... like she doesn't actually know what she's doing... like this is all a manifestation of something outside of her control...)

(Nalitie does... something.)

(The bread begins to glitch out. The world around it seems to tear apart and reveal a reality that none of the citizens of Erscoga are prepared to face.)

Loaf X: *takes in its surroundings* I believe it is time for me to leave this Google Doc now. *flies out of your computer screen, just over your left shoulder and out into the horizon*

Dukermin: ... That wasn't it.

Snape: *has the chilling feeling that he's nothing more than a crude pantomime of who he's supposed to be, and that he's not supposed to exist in Erscoga at all* *shudders*

(You encountered Loaf 11!

|* FIGHT

|* ACT

|* ITEM

|* MERCY)

(Dukermin makes a very similar green attack as the one she used on Loaf )

(Nalitie places a blue SOUL mode on the green attack. But calmly.)

(Loaf 11 begins to rise! The right way this time!!)

Nalitie: Heck yeah!!!!

Dukermin: We did it!

(You won!!!! Earned nothing but the satisfaction of finally getting bread to rise.)

(Dukermin leaves the fight)

Dukermin: So now we bake it, right?

Nalitie: *nods enthusiastically*

Toriel: *cleaning up some of the more interesting loaves and trying to coax the crying and other conscious ones outside*

Dukermin: *places bread in the oven we totally preheated*

(The bread bakes like a normal loaf of bread! The crying loaf cries harder, mourning its friend as it's so cruelly incinerated at 350 degrees.)

Oven: *dings*

The previous loaf of bread we forgot to take out of the oven: *is but a pile of ash*

Loaf 11: *is a perfectly healthy bread specimen*

Dukermin: Are you ready to try our magic bread that's gonna make us rich?

Nalitie: *peers at the bread suspiciously, reminding herself it's Breadless Bread* Indeed.

(The bread is delicious and fluffy in spite of a lack of yeast)

Loaf e: *sobs harder*

Dukermin: We should find a home for the Loaf e and Loaf F'.

Nalitie: *cleaning up the remains of the bread on the ceiling* I can take them for now, if you'd like. I'm sure the kids will get a kick out of them. Maybe Loaf F' will make a good babysitter.

Dukermin: That would be nice. *chucks the stone bread into the garden*

Nalitie: *tosses Loaf * *takes Loaves e and F'* Alrighty. Thank you again Toriel! *has forgotten about Loaf A sitting invisibly on the countertop*

Dukermin: Yeah, thanks! We'll make sure to cut you in for 15% of the profit.

Snape: *surreptitiously eating some of Loaf 11* *is more impressed than he'd ever admit*

Toriel: Oh, that is nice. Please feel free to come visit whenever you would like!

(The end! ... for now.)

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