#wooo finally got around to actually doing this

[boinurmom13]

Warm Welcome to my Blog!

Howdy! My name is Bo, or Davey/Dave, depending on what you’re more comfortable with. I go by He/They/It pronouns. I am VERY immature, so my apologies if that offsets some people. I promise you I have my moments where I’m not. I’m also on the autism spectrum, so, yknow, the more you know! (yknow?)

My blog is centered around my favorite game (Stardew Valley), my Ocs (Mostly sdv centered Ocs), and anything else I deem acceptable.

I do not have a “main blog,” as I really only do fandom stuff.

If you wanna know more about me, check it out   here!

ABOUT MY BLOG!!

As stated before, my blog is heavily centered around Stardew Valley and my OCs. (Also a fanfic I’m working on, but is currently on hiatus.)

I also try my best to be a non-harmful environment, which means I try not to spread hate to those who don’t deserve it. (Ppl who deserve it are listed under “DNI.” I’m not nonviolent, I just follow my own moral code.)

On top of a non-harmful environment, I also try to be inclusive! Any reccommendations on how I could do better, please let me know! (AKA send an ask, or a DM when I open them up to the public.)

As for the technicalities of my blog, I’d like to say I’m generally SFW. Are there hints to NSFW elements? Yes. Do I make content on other sites that isn’t SFW? Yes. Am I aware that my blog is more “mature”? Yes. BUT, I label anything that is slightly suggestive (AKA showy clothes/half naked pictures) as suggestive, or anything NSFW as NSFW. I will not be posting NSFW images, just words if anything.

I like to think I make my “political” beliefs apparent. Political is in quotes because basic human right isn’t really political, but everyone has their own definition. This means I’m not afraid to say I think bigots and TERFs should get their skin melted off. So, yknow, if you’re not comfortable with violent words towards wastes of oxygen, then leave or don’t, it’s not like I can force you.

My blog is very LGBTQ+. Like, supidly LGBT. Like, down a rabbithole of xenogenders and neopronouns cuz I think they’re kinda cool LGBT. I have very few non-LGBT characters that I have created, actually.

This is also an art blog.

As for questions, anyone’s free to ask me a question or two. (as long as it isn’t intrusive to my personal life. I will not accept questions on location/age/looks/etc. I will accept questions about my hobbies, the fandoms I’m in/were in, my headcanons for characters, my ocs, and the likes! Don’t be scared! I love answering questions!)

I will utilize this blog to update when chapters of my fic are posted. I PROMISE to those who read it, that once it’s off its hiatus, it will be better than before. Just bear with me here.

SIDE BLOGS!!!

undertale side blog

oc dumping side blog

OTHER SOCIALS

tiktok: @.floweryassistant13 (boinurmom13) used

twitter: @.Fassistant13 (boinurmom13) generally unused

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DNI LIST!!!

Homophobes

Transphobes

Xenophobes

Sexists

Racists

Proshippers

TERFS+Bigots

Republicans (according to the USA political parties)

People who use religion as an excuse to hate on other groups. (I can understand not being accepting due to your religion, but I will not accept spreading hate because of your beliefs.)

Nazis.

People who hate on other religions. (Poking fun at your own? Ok, sure! Poking fun due to religious trauma, sure I can get that. Being insensitive when there’s no need to be? YeeeOUCH! I myself am an atheist/leaning on agnostic, meaning I don’t really believe in a higher power, but I don’t go out and spread hate on other religious beliefs. If I pick fun at Christianity or Catholicism it’s because I’m picking fun on the toxic side of those beliefs, or the people who overlap previously mentioned categories. I also used to be a Christian/Catholic, which doesn’t FULLY excuse those actions, but if I’m picking fun at how I used to be, then who gives a shit? [honestly, not even sure which one. I just kinda blindly followed what my parents believed, and my mom was a christian, and my dad’s a catholic, so hell if I know what I believed]. I’m cool with any religion as long as you’re cool with me!!)

Zoophiles and Pedos. i forgot to add these in the last installment. oops. zoophile in my eyes counts as anything or anyone whi wants to fuck/be romantically involved with smth generally non-human/beastlike (eg. obviously anthropomorphic animals, dragons, animals obvi, anything that is SO OBVIOUSLY AN ANIMAL. and is SRS ABT IT. is weird as hell ill b real with u.) (and, of course, pedos are MAPS, anykne who is sexually or romantically attracted to people under the age of 18, while the pedo themself is an adult, and any and all loli/shotacon. yall are equally as fuckin weird dude. get a grip. jus not a grip on children.) generally thought these fell under proshippers bcz i literally dont see the difference between proshippers/comshippers and these things. yall are nasty.

Anything listed on the DNI list is grounds for blocking/unfollowing. If ur wondering why we used to be moots or smth like that, then its prolly bcz i considered these labels applicable to you. Ok great glad we understand.

Tags I’ll frequent:

TGTBT/EIOD fic update (the tag for my sdv fic and when its update)

sve+sdv tags

thats about it tbh

Extras!!

Any extra information I may need to add in the future:

I’m vulgar with words (lots of cussing, which probably isn’t that likable, but oh well!)

If I respond really quick to something please do not think I’m weird it’s cuz I happen to see that notification RIGHT then and there.

And, of course, enjoy my blog! I love it when I see people interacting with my posts or posts I reblog! Makes me feel warm and fuzzy and all that stuff.

#wooo finally got around to actually doing this #can you believe it guys #ill prolly redo this again a couple of months from now #oh i also updated the colors of my blog #mmm itsnt it prettttyyy #i love the purple #and the jadu pfp #i love jadu #unironically i love jadu from sve

[greynatomy]

regret

leah williamson x reader

actually finished writing something! wooo! the poll i put out was a close one, but this pair ultimately won. thanks to all who voted.

i’ve decided to split this into two parts, so this isn’t the end peoples!

part 2

———

“Alright. Remember, when we get there—”

“—pretend that we’re still happily married. I know.” You say annoyed, getting out of the car.

“Hey, don’t be like that!” Leah gets out of the car, catching up to you.

“Be like what? I’m not the one who got us in this situation.”

“Can we just be civil? This is the last time we’ll go through this.”

“Piss off will you! We wouldn’t have to act civil if you kept your mouth to yourself. And you had the audacity to file for divorce.”

Before Leah could reply, the front door opens to reveal Amanda, Leah’s Mom.

“Oh, I’ve missed you girls so much!”

Putting up a smile on your face, you engulfed the woman in a hug.

“Missed you too Amanda.”

“Come in! Come in!”

“Oi! David how’ve you been pops?”

“Oh, I’ve been wonderful! Glad to have you here!” He pulls you into a hug.

“There’s my favorite sister!” You hear behind you, Jacob just coming down the stairs from his room.

“Come here you! It’s been a while, huh?”

“It has! You gotta visit me more often.” You tense a bit, but not enough for him to notice in your embrace, putting up a smile on your face.

“I’ll try to visit more.”

What you don’t see behind you is Leah watching your interactions with her family.

You’ve known each other young. You’ve both been dating since you were fifteen, marrying at nineteen, divorced at twenty-one.

Her family’s have welcomed you with open arms since the beginning. You were her first serious relationship. The only one of her girlfriends that her family loved. You’ve had your whole life basically planned out, Leah would become a footballer, you a doctor, marriage, kids, the dream basically.

Leah didn’t know the exact reason why she did what she did, but it happened and she couldn’t take it back. She knew this teammate of hers has liked her for a while and never told her off.

She woke up to an unfamiliar bed, an arm around her that certainly wasn’t you. She regretted it the moment she woke up, didn’t know how to tell you, but you found out before she could. Ashamed of herself, Leah filed for divorce.

———

Leah didn’t know what she was thinking divorcing you. She didn’t have the right to be the one to file as she was the one who fucked up. It was impulsive and shameful. It was the best option she could think of at the time.

Now here she was, five years later, at the Emirates training grounds, about to run for the first time since her ACL injury. She missed you so much during this time. Every time she was injured in any way, you were always by her side nursing her back to health. You were her support system, making her fall more in love with you. This time, without you by her side, she realized how much she took you for granted, how she didn’t show you enough love, betraying you in the worst way possible.

She’d already signed the divorce papers, pressuring you to do the same all while making you go to her family’s for a dinner pretending that nothing has changed between the two of you. It was when she finally saw your signature on the papers was when she realized how she’s lost you for good.

———

Getting back home after a family walk, Amanda spots a stack of papers on the kitchen counter, a folded paper on top, along with two rings. Curious, she opens it up and quickly skims through them, shock fills her body after she finished reading.

“Leah!” She yells for her daughter.

“Yeah, mum?” Leah walks into the kitchen to see her mom holding something up.

“What the hell is this?”

Leah being clueless, grabs the sheet, reading it herself.

Leah,

I’ve finally signed everything you’ve been wanting me to sign. I don’t know why I’ve put it off for so long even if I’m not the one at fault. Guess it’s just hard to let go of the one you love the most.

Don’t contact me. Don’t look for me. You’re free.

Yn

Leah couldn’t even respond to her mother. All the emotions she bottled up came at her all at once, breaking down in front of her family. Six years of relationship, one year of marriage over.

#woso x reader #greynatomy #woso #woso imagines #woso imagine #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagines #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson angst

[joelsgreys]

bailé con mi ex l (javier peña x female reader)

summary: After a night out at the club with your friends, you confess to Javier that you danced with your ex-boyfriend and he doesn’t take the news too well.

pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

warnings: 18+ only, minors dni. Protective, jealous and slightly possessive Javi, he is a lil toxic, but just a smidge I promise; innocent-ish reader; angst, bits of fluff sprinkled in here and there. Not proofread for spelling, sorry!

word count 2.2k

a/n 📝 wooo, Vee finally popped her Javi cherry. testing the waters with this one, I also have a couple prompts from a while back to still write. it is based on a Becky G song, yes I know she and this song did not exist back in the day (I think? Idk what year she was born tbh) but ANYWAY I just really like the lyrics and plus it’s fiction so who cares lmao. Translations at the end ✨

Tú no me creerás, pensarás que hay algo más

es difícil de entenderlo, pero no sería capaz de enganãrte

y si te lo cuento

es porque tengo muy claro lo que siento

It was half past one o’ clock in the morning—you had told Javier you’d be home by midnight at the very latest. But a night out at one of the more popular clubs in Bogotá celebrating a close friend’s birthday meant that none of the girls were going to allow you to leave that early without giving you some kind of shit about it, so you had stayed just a little while longer and tossed back another drink or two before finally calling it a night. Your friends still gave you grief about it, but knowing Javier, he would be worried, especially since cartel violence in the region had begun to escalate over the last several months, worsening to the point where Javi didn’t even like you going out to the produce market all by yourself in broad daylight.

You tried to be as quiet as possible as you pulled your keys out from your purse, fumbling around with them in the dark until you’d finally found the right one to unlock the front door of yours and Javier’s shared apartment. You slipped inside and the moment that you did, the lights flipped on, causing you to whirl around and let out a startled little yelp. 

You turned to see Javier standing there, fully dressed in his jeans and a tight red button up shirt with his set of car keys clutched in hand. “Javi,” You breathed out his name as your hand flew to your chest. You shot him a glare. “Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me! What in the world are you doing? Why are you dressed—do you have any idea what time it is right now?”

“Do you have any idea what time it is right now?” Javier retorted, raising an eyebrow at you. Part of him seemed to be upset, but the other part of him seemed more relieved than anything. He tossed his keys down onto the small, hallway table and walked over to you, taking your face between his large hands as he kissed your forehead. He let his lips linger on your skin as he reminded you, “You told me you would be home by midnight, amor. You can’t tell me that and then come home almost two hours later. You know how bad things are out there right now. You could have at least called me to let me know you’d be late.”

“I’m sorry, I know. It’s just that the girls were shoving shot glass after shot glass right into my hands and time just got away from me,” You said, placing both of your hands right over his. Your eyes met his dark brown ones and you flashed him a sincere, apologetic look. “I’m really sorry I didn’t call. I didn’t mean to make you worry, Javi.”

He sighed. “Well, you’re home safe now. That’s all that matters to me.” Javier dropped his hands from your face and led you into the living room. “Can I get you anything, baby? Are you thirsty?”

“Actually, I’d love a glass of water,” You admitted, kicking off your black, high heeled shoes before dropping down onto the supple, brown leather couch. You watched him as he padded over into the kitchen. “I didn’t get as drunk as I thought I would, you know.” You added jokingly, “I think my tolerance for tequila is through the roof now.”

Javi laughed as he pulled a glass from one of the kitchen cabinets; he then filled it with water from the jug he’d pulled out of the refrigerator. “But you still had fun, right?”

“God, I had so much fun,” You told him with a grin. “I danced all night, Javi.”

“With who?” He’d asked the question casually, but you could detect the seriousness behind it. 

Your smile faded slightly.

At first, you hadn’t planned to tell him. But Javier was the love of your life, and you would never dare to keep any kind of secret from him.

Still, you knew he wouldn’t be all too happy with what you were about to confess.

Javier walked back over to you, handing you the glass of water. He frowned, noticing the hesitant expression on your face. “What is it?” He placed his hands on his hips, peering at you curiously. “You didn’t dance with any guys, did you?”

“Just one,” You admitted, softly. 

Javier froze a moment, his shoulders going rigid. 

“What?” Through gritted teeth, he demanded to know, “Who?”

The moment your ex boyfriend’s name fell from your lips, the color drained from Javier’s face. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Setting the glass down on the table beside the couch, you quickly jumped up and held up your hands in defense. “Wait a minute, before you get mad about it, just let me explain—”

“What the hell is there to explain?” Javier nearly growled at you. “That you went to some nightclub and danced with another man? One who happens to be your fucking ex-boyfriend? Es en serio?”

You went up to him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Javi, please. Just wait one second—”

He snatched his arm away. “Don’t touch me!”

Your heart sank and you backed away. “Really? You’re not even going to let me explain myself?”

“There’s nothing to explain,” Javier replied coolly. His eyes flickered up and down, giving you a quick once over from head to toe. “I would have never thought that you would be such a—”

Javier stopped himself, knowing all too damn well that he was far too angry to think clearly before letting anything come out of his mouth.

But it was too late.

He could see the hurt that flashed in your eyes. 

“Such a what?” You crossed your arms over your chest, the blood in your veins running frigid. You then raised a knowing eyebrow at him. “Such a whore?”

“I didn’t say fucking that,” he muttered, averting your gaze.

Blinking back the tears that burned your eyes, you roughly shoved past him and went straight into the bathroom. Trembling, you began looking for a clean washcloth so that you could start taking off your makeup.

The sound of the front door slamming violently just a minute or two later caused you to wince.

Certain that Javier was gone, you sank down onto the cold white tile and began to sob.

A couple of hours later into the early morning, you were sitting on your bed in nothing but one of Javier’s shirts. 

You had cried and cried, releasing your emotions until your eyes had gone dry.

You’d hoped Javier would come right back home and talk things out with you, but by the time four o’ clock rolled around, you had given up on that hope. Letting out an exhausted sigh, you were just about to reach out and switch off the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed when you heard the sound of the front door opening and then closing. 

You swallowed harshly as the sound of his footsteps approaching drew closer and closer.

Javier walked into the bedroom, looking surprised to see you sitting there, still awake at this hour. He spoke in a cold tone that let you know he was still upset with you. “I thought you would be asleep by now.”

Even from where he stood, you could smell the heavy stench of cigarettes and scotch all over him.

“I was waiting up for you,” You murmured, quietly.

Javier kicked the bedroom door closed behind him and let out a long sigh. He said nothing else to you as he kicked off his tan boots and began shrugging out of his shirt, tossing it aside.

“Where were you?” You asked him, your small voice breaking through the silence. 

“I needed a drink,” he responded curtly with his back to you.

“We have drinks here, you know.”

“Yeah, well I needed something a lot stronger than what we’ve got.”

Finally, Javier had no choice but to turn around and face you.

The second he did, a fresh tear slipped down the side of your face.

Javier’s stomach sank deeply and the expression on his face immediately softened.

“Bebe—”

You lifted both your hands to your mouth, muffling a broken sob.

“Hell, I’m sorry,” he apologized as he walked over, taking a seat beside you on the bed. He reached for your wrists, gently tugging them away from your face. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get so upset at you, alright?”

“Do you really think that of me? Do you think that I’m a—?” You’d said the word once, but couldn’t find it in yourself to utter it again.

“Of course I don’t, mi vida. I was just angry, I wasn’t even thinking.” He paused, noticing the way you were trembling and reached up to cradle the side of your face in his palm. “Put yourself in my shoes for a second. Wouldn’t you be angry at me if I came home from a late night at the club and told you I had danced with one of my exes?”

“Probably,” You admitted, feeling the envy boil in your lower belly as you thought about him holding another woman in his arms. “But I would have at least given you the chance to explain yourself. I mean, have I ever given you a reason not to trust me, Javi?”

Javier opened his mouth to speak, then clamped it shut.

He’d fucked up.

“Well?” You prompted him. “Answer me, Javier. Have I ever done anything to make you think that you can’t trust me?”

“No.” His hand dropped from your face. He spoke again, guilt lacing his tone. “You’ve never given me one single reason not to trust you.”

You let out a small, shaky sigh and brought your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. “He was at the club with his friends tonight,” You began to explain to him. You noticed the way Javier stiffened slightly; although you knew he didn’t want to hear about how you had danced with your ex-boyfriend, you decided to continue on anyway. He needed to know. “He came up to me and he said hello. We had a drink together and then he asked me to dance with him.” Unable to help yourself, you let out a small breathy chuckle. “We danced to quite a few songs, actually. It was just like old times.”

Javier’s jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists.

Before he could say anything, you lifted one of your own hands to stop him. “He was a great guy, Javier. We had a good relationship, but it just didn’t work out. It wasn’t meant to be. When we broke up, it was amicable and we wished each other best and now, a couple years later, we both have the best. He’s with someone he loves and I’m with someone that I love too.” You offered him a tiny, watery smile. “I don’t have eyes or space in my heart for anyone else but you, Javier. Seeing him again and dancing with him tonight made me realize that I would never even dare to think about jeopardizing our relationship. I love you more than anything, and I would never do anything to betray you.” 

He stared at you, mouth agape.

Oh, he’d definitely fucked up.

Before meeting you, Javier had never been the kind of man to do relationships—because he’d never known how to do relationships. 

Before you’d walked into his life, all Javier knew was meaningless sex with escorts and informants, one night stands with coworkers—regardless of who he fucked, he had always been able to walk away the following morning without any sort of attachment. It’s what he wanted, or at least, it’s what he’d thought he wanted. 

And then Javier met you. 

You weren’t the type of woman who he’d normally set his sights on. You didn’t walk around almost naked like half the women in Colombia, you didn’t smoke, you rarely ever even cursed and only drank when your friends pressured you into it—you had this kind of sweet innocence written all over you, and normally Javier would never look twice at a woman like you because a woman like you looked for a boyfriend; not a fuck buddy and certainly not a one night stand.

Javier Peña had never been boyfriend material. 

He didn’t know how to be in a relationship.

At least not a healthy one. 

Even now, he struggled to be the partner that you deserved. He met your physical needs without a single problem, but your emotional needs were something of a challenge for him. Still, Javi loved you with every fiber of his entire being and he was more than willing to keep on trying to be the man you needed him to be in every way possible. 

“I’m sorry,” Javier murmured again after a while. He reached out, placing his hand on your bare thigh. “I am so sorry, baby. Perdoname, preciosa. Please.”

You placed your hand on top of his, giving him another little smile. “Of course I forgive you, Javi.”

Relieved, he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. As he began to deepen the kiss, his hands reached out, tugging at the hem of his shirt were wearing.

“Javi, it’s four in the morning,” You giggled against his lips.

Javier chuckled. He pushed you back against the pillows and swung his leg over to climb on top of you. “When has that ever stopped us before?”

“True,” You grinned up at him before pulling him down towards you for another kiss.

;Translations

lyrics:

You might not believe me, you’ll think there’s something more

it’s difficult to understand, but I could never betray you

if I’m telling you this, it’s because I know exactly how I feel

fic:

amor - love

es en serio? - are you serious?

bebe - baby

mi vida - my life

perdoname, preciosa - forgive me, precious girl

#javier peña #javier pena #javier pena x you #javier pena x y/n #javier pena x reader #javier pena fic #javier pena narcos #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena fluff #javier pena angst #pedro pascal characters #javier pena one shot #javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier peña x y/n #javier peña fanfiction #javier peña fic

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi clan if you want to can you do a friendly alternate!reader who befriends Adam and Jonah before volume 2 and saves them both?

Wooo yeah BPS bois coming up!!!

......

First Meeting

During one of Adam's and Jonah's BPS missions, they encountered you, an Alternate hiding in some video game console/TV.

The two (esp Jonah) freaked tf out when they saw your silhouetted figure pop up on the menu screen after they started messing around with the game.

But while Jonah ran out of the room, Adam stayed and learned you're actually nice and don't wanna take over anybody's identity, refusing to hurt any humans.

In fact, you used to befriend the kid who owned this gaming system before they fell victim to M.A.D by another Alternate, and you missed them a lot :(

You expressed guilt in failing to protect them, which surprises Adam.

He then suggests you joined BPS. Since you're a benevolent Alternate, you could probably answer some of his questions and protect him and Jonah during investigations!

You were very eager to accompany them, seeing this as your way of "atoning". Maybe you can convince the Alternates they encounter to be kinder, too.

Ofc, you knew what happened to Adam's mom (as well as his true nature), but choose not to bring it up.

Obviously Jonah's not a fan of you hanging around them, at first, but Adam keeps telling him to "stop acting like a pussy" (a phrase you wind up mimicking, much to the former's ire).

Sometimes you accidentally scare tf out of him when you speak through the radio/GPS, or if you're sitting in the back of the van.

Tbh Jonah forgets you're there like 80% of the time.

"So what kinda pizza you want? Cheese? Pepperoni-?"

"Can we get cheese?"

"JESUS FUCK-"

Never let this man drive bc he WILL slam on the gas/breaks if you startle him like that.

Volume 2

You knew the client who offered the duo $500 per night was an Alternate dead set on isolating them.

But ofc many humans are inherently greedy, so the boys take the bait, with Adam confident they can handle it.

You stay in the car with Jonah for the first night, keeping him company and assuring him you'll protect them both..though he insists on having a bad feeling about the house.

While Preacher stalks them, you basically tell her to back off, pretending they're your victims to claim.

But unfortunately, Jonah became paranoid that you called her here to kill them both.

After he and Adam have that nasty argument, you stop him from leaving in the car by physically manifesting in front of him, grabbing his shoulders and saying friends shouldn't be treating each other like this.

He tries shoving you away, shouting hurtful things about you were "just like the rest of them" and never gave a shit about him, Adam, or that kid you once knew.

But you don't budge, and he quickly gives up and just starts crying, begging to go home.

You hug him, trying to mimic how humans comforted each other, and it shocks him enough to calm down and finally believe you.

In the end you convince him to stay, waiting inside the car until Adam finally emerges from the house unscathed, saying he's got enough footage.

You just stare at him until he notices Jonah, with the two apologizing to each other before you all headed out to get much-deserved pizza.

The boys let you choose the toppings as a way of saying "thanks for saving our asses".

#clanask #mandela catalogue x reader #the mandela catalogue x reader #jonah marshall #adam murray #alternate reader #alternate y/n #platonic #headcanons

[clefairytea]

The older I get the more I think we should stop selling the idea of like. There being an “easy” version of something.

Like ok I’ve always wanted to be able to do something musical but I’ve also always been pretty tuneless. Like “kid in primary school who couldn’t clap along with the beat in music class and got told to stop when singing” tuneless.

So last year I finally drummed up the courage to at least TRY. After a bit of research on “easiest instrument for stupid idiot babies” I bought a ukulele. Amid that, I read plenty of promises of “wooo you can learn to play a great song in A SINGLE WEEK on ukulele!”.

And…it was still hard! I couldn’t strum nicely or figure out how to switch between chords, I couldn’t keep a beat, a lot of the music terminology I saw completely confused me. And it made me feel SO stupid and useless like. This instrument they give literal tiny children because it’s so simple and easy and barely an instrument at all and I couldn’t get it.

I’ve been at it pretty consistently for a year and a half or so, and honestly I’m still not good! Id be pretty mortified to play in front of anyone that isn’t literally being paid to teach me lmao.

But I’ve gotten much better! I can strum much more nicely and play a couple songs, I’ve learned to chuck and fingerpick. And now I can pick out the beat in music much better, I understand some basic music theory. I have learned this stuff, even though I found it super hard and unintuitive!

And like. Man looking around online I feel like I’ve seen a lot of people who picked up an uke for similar reasons who gave up fast because it was sold to them as easy, and they felt like “well if I can’t get THIS then I’m hopeless”. But then there is no easy way to learn a completely new skill and get actually good at it, it still takes work and frustration and a lot of vulnerability.

And I think I see this with stuff like. Oh learn to code the easy way, learn to draw the easy way, learn Japanese the easy way, etc etc. and it’s like man. Are we better off just admitting that like. Most things for most people are hard, but you can still do it anyway? Like you can still do it! You can still learn and get better at it! It’s fine if something is hard and takes a long time! It really is!

#clefairy squeaks #This is incoherent but I’ve been Stewing On It #Listen there are some people who WILL pick this up seemingly super fast and easy! #But they’re not the norm! They’re not the standard you’re failing! it’s fine! #People who say it can be easy…….are selling you something sorry to say #Because they know that sells better than lol it will be hard work and you might get frustrated

[greazyfloz]

You Don't Love Me Anymore Pt.1

Posting this again because someone noticed I made a mistake and added a random name oops

Warning: Angst, Swearing, Alcohol

Word Count: 1.9k

My Saturday nights typically go one of two ways during the hockey season. 1 I either sit at home with some of my friends or some for the other sophomore’s girlfriends that I have grown close to and watch movies or Mark’s games while he is away or 2 I am at Yost and then immediately after drinking my liver away with the team at one of their big Saturday night parties. Tonight was the 2nd option. 

After the game, we headed to the sophomore house to drop off the car, then Mark, Eddy and I along with the rest of the house all walked to Nolan’s so we could all enjoy our nights. 

After about an hour, I was really starting to feel it. Mark looks down at me under his shoulder, “Stay here, I will be right back. Do you want another?” he asks looking down at my almost empty cooler. “Of course” I say “actually, can you mix me something with the new tequila Nolan just got?””Babe, that stuff is strong” mark protests, “I can handle it, pleeeease” i say giving my boyfriend sad puppy eyes. Mark leans down and pecks my lips “I’ll be back” he says in a tone that signals I am getting what I want. 

As I am talking to Luke and Mackie waiting for Mark to return with my drink, music finally starts to play loudly through the house. Mark finally returns, handing me my drink and joining the conversation. 

“Hello Estapa, would you mind if I stole your girlfriend for a second”, Mark and I turn around and laugh when we see Jay standing there with a stupid smile on his face, “I am in need of a new pong partner, and Grano is just awful” Jay continues. “Wait I’ll play!” Luke yells over the music “No no no, I want to win hughesy. If I wanted to lose I would have asked one of you three” Jay says pointing at the three boys, “plus Y/N kicked all of our ass’ last time!” Jay continues. I look up at Mark and stuck out my tongue before looking back at Jay, “alright let’s go jbone” I say before chugging the full cup in my hands. I follow Jay to the table and Mark, Luke and Mackie follow behind us to watch with Luke yelling behind us “I’m not that bad you know!!”. 

It really wasn’t weird for me to be playing beer pong with Jay because of how close I got with the team. I became one of the boys really quick into my and Mark’s relationship. Once we got to the table Jay looks over at Jacob and his girlfriend and yelled, “I BROUGHT OUT MY SECRET WEAPON!!!”, “NO FAIR, WHERE IS GRANO?! YOU CAN’T SWITCH NOW” Jacob yells back. Jay and I were losing until I started getting one in after the other. “GO BABE!!” Mark chants. 

After my streak ends, Jay and I are jumping up and down, hugging eachother out of excitement. The game ended after I sunk the final cup after getting redemption, everyone cheered again and I jumped into Jay’s arms, wrapping my legs around his waist as he jumped up and down not even realizing how we may have looked. Jay was just as drunk as me at this point and it clearly showed.

[Mark POV]

I watch Y/N wrap her legs around Jay and I immediately see red. “Wooo!! Go Y/N” Mackie yells out. I roll my eyes and Luke notices “hey man, you good?”. Why is everyone acting like the way Y/N is acting is normal?! I can’t watch this anymore. I walk to the staircase and go up halfway before sitting down, away from her.

“What’s going on?”eddy asks, plopping himself down next to me, handing me another can of beer. I take the can opening it and than taking a slip. I look over at eddy before looking back straight ahead. “Alright then, where is Y/N at?”,“Probably hooking up with her new boyfriend” I say gripping tighter on the can as I start thinking of the scene I just witnessed. “Oh shit, you good?” eddy replies, “fine.” “come on estapa , maybe you guys should call it a night” he says after he notices my jaw harden as I grit my teeth together. I say nothing. 

Eddy is sitting beside me continuing to talk about whatever happened to him and Mackie a couple days ago, but I was too angry to care. I did not catch a single word he was saying I just nodded my head and continued to think about my girlfriend and my teammate. My friend. That’s when my phone started buzzing.

Y/N <3 : babvy whred u go>?

Y/N <3 : cpme hree plx

“So than we wer-”, “You were right earlier, Y/N needs to go home” I say to eddy as I get up and walk away. “Well I think I will join ya” eddy says, but I quickly reply with “no, I am taking Y/N home”. I get up with eddy closing following behind to find Y/N. I am pushing through people in the crowded house when I see holtzy and phil outside the kitchen. “Where is she?” I say to them trying to sound normal but failing with anger ripping through my voice. They both didn’t say anything but hesitantly pointed towards inside the kitchen. 

I was greeted by the sight of my drunk girlfriend hanging off of my drunk teammate's neck dancing around the kitchen, I look around to see a bunch of freshmans looking at me with an expression on their faces that read ‘oh shit’. Oh shit was right. Y/N turned around and looked at me smiling trying to stand on her own. 

“We are leaving” I grind through my teeth. “I’m staying” Y/N replies “Come on, let’s go. I am tired” I say rolling my eyes at Bone. “Okay, wellll you have a good sleep *hiccup* see you in the mor- *hiccup* nin’”, “Y/N I SAID LET’S GO” I yelled causing everyone to watch. “Hey hey heyyy stop sign, calmer down buddy. Me and Y/N are just having some fun” Bone ruthlessly interrupts. I really didn’t want to cause a scene but the anger took control “Like fuck you are” I say pushing Bone down to the ground. Before I could even throw one punch, I was being held back by holtzy and phil. “Woah, woah. Calm down” holtzy is says while he holds me back. “Bro he is your friend” phil adds. 

[Y/N POV]

I know I am too intoxicated to think straight right now. I look down to see Jay getting back up off the ground. “Oh my gosh! Are you okay?” I say ignoring the burning gaze from Mark. “Save it for the ice there stop sign” Jay chuckles over at Mark, gaining a chuckle out of me. Jay reaches over to the fridge and grabs a beer and tosses it to Mark before getting another for himself. “I don’t want this” Mark says handing it to holtzy. “I’ll have it” I say. Mark walks over to me and says “I am going home” quietly before turning around. “Whatz your problem Mark?!” I yell to his back as he is facing the way to the door, he continues walking out the front door and I follow him out to the front of the house. He is a lot steadier than i am right now so by the time I am outside he is already at the sidewalk. “Excuseeee meee, Mark. I asked a question. Where ya think yer goin?!” I yell across the yard to him. Suddenly Mark stops giving me some time to catch up. He turns when I am almost close enough to touch him when I stumble in his arms. “Hehe oopsies” i giggle in his arms. But he takes a step back and says “we are over”.

After he said that I suddenly stopped giggling and just stared at him. I was in disbelief “b-but w-why?” I say “y-you don’t love m-me anymore?’. Mark takes a hard breath, I can tell his next words he wants to yell, I can sence his anger. “I can’t love a whore”, “I am not a whore!” I yell back at him quickly, getting on the same level of anger as him. “I watched you practically fuck my friend in front of everyone tonight Y/N, you were all over him. You are just a disgusting whore”. That hurt. “Why are you being so jealous?”, “Jealous? Ppfftt, I came to have a good time with my friends and my girlfriend and she’s too busy hanging off my friends and wrapping her legs around him in front of me. You are embarrassing me!”, “Fine if that is how you really feel, than I guess we are over” I retort before turning towards the front door. “You going back in to fuck J-bone?!” Mark yells behind me, I turn to say “maybe I will! After all, I am single now!” before stumbling back into the party. 

I stumble all the way to the kitchen to grab the bottle of tequila. After grabbing the bottle off the shelf, I turn to find myself somewhere to be alone, as I turn I run into Nolan’s chest falling back, good thing the wall was there to catch me. “Where do you think your going with that?” Nolan asks. Without saying anything I slide past Nolan putting the bottle to my lips before taking a large swig straight from the bottle. I raised my eyebrows at him before opening the back door to the back porch and sitting on the lawn chairs. I was wearing nothing but a short sleeve crop top but I wasn’t cold even in the February weather.

Nolan followed me outside sitting on the chair beside me followed by Mackie and eddy joining too. “Go inside Y/N, you are going to freeze” Nolan says again. Again with the same response as last time he said something to me I put the bottle up to my lips again. Nolan rolled his eyes and looking at the boys he says “Alright go get Estapa”. “He gone” eddy answers, “Well-” Nolan starts,“We broke up” I quietly interrupt with no expression, taking another slip from the bottle. 

  They’re all just looking around awkward, before I speak up “yunno I came out here to be alone”. They just sat there still, staring at me sadly until I whispered out almost breathlessly “please”. They all got up, each giving me a shoulder squeeze or a sad facial expression on the way back in. I pull out my phone to see if maybe there would be a text or call or something from Mark, but there was nothing. I miss him already. Maybe he was right and I am embarrassing. 

I sit outside for what felt like maybe an hour, sipping on the bottle of tequila straight. I let a tear fall from my eye before looking down and seeing it is 3:30 in the morning. I get up from the chair, and bring the bottle of tequila with me on my way to the door. “Where do you think you are going?” I turn to see Nolan. “Home” I say, “by myself, all alone” i continue followed by tears threatening to fall as I turn back towards the door. “Nah, you’re staying here”, “Why do you care?”,”Because it’s dark, and Estapa would kill me if he knew I let you go”. The tears that threaten to fall are now flowing down my cheeks. “He doesn’t care about me anymore”. Stumbling even worse than before I took a seat on the couch. 

I start to get tired and slowly pass out on the couch.

#umich hockey #umich imagine #umich hockey imagine #mark estapa #mark estapa x reader

[courtingchaos]

Wooo I’m feeling some kind of way recently. Stress will do that to you.

A/N: this is fluff but seriously, no minors. I mean it.

But like, paint this picture with me.

Older Eddie (Professor Munson in my imaging), remembering all the things that make you happy. He notices you’re upset because job stuff and you’re having a hard time being in your 30’s and he gets it. It wasn’t that long ago he was there and he’s been watching you ghost around the townhouse for a week. Hair clipped up and the same pajamas you’ve had on for at least three days. He still trips over himself to see you though, even unwashed and snapping and sad. Every day he comes home and searches for you, and every day this week he’s found you in the spare room you’ve slowly turned into your space.

He’s told you he’ll clear it out and get you real office furniture but that makes you sink deeper into your depression. You talk about not being able to pay him back and he’s never once expected that.

You don’t have to. He doesn’t want you to. Let him do something for you. He just wants you to feel better.

And maybe that starts a fight because he’s already got his career and his friends and his money and his home. You’re floating in a job you hate and looking for another one to bide your time in because you actually hate the degree you spent 7 years getting. You only did it to prove to everyone else you could and now?

Now you live off of your boyfriend in his big, expensive brownstone. He’s 12 years into his field and settled and also 25 years older than you.

So what is it? You only like charity cases or something? Gotta rescue the idiot?

He knows you’re mad. He knows you lash out like this. He knows you’ll push so that everyone else leaves and you can feel like you got left instead. So maybe he snaps back at you for a second. Reminds you if he didn’t want you living with him and dating him he could find someone more age appropriate (he says with an eye roll). When you stomp up the stairs to your room he yells up to you that if he didn’t love you and was 20 years younger he’d be throwing your shit out onto the pavement outside, damn the old money next door.

Maybe you avoid him till the weekend when he’s home the whole time. You haven’t slept in the same bed and you haven’t answered a single knock or text or FaceTime. He sends you little flower emojis and a string of stars. He finds a tiktok about the Mars rover that he knows you’ll want to see and sends you some screen shots of the new menu for the whiskey bar you two like to go to. While you were sleeping he slid into your room and left your Sunday morning fancy coffee on the nightstand and when you finally wake up and notice it, you can hear him moving around in the kitchen.

You still feel like shit but at least you know he isn’t kicking you out. You know he wouldn’t, not over a stupid fight like that but still. It’s when you’re wrapped up in your robe and heading down stairs to finally speak to him you notice the bedroom door open. The bedroom you normally sleep in, with a sticky note on it. An arrow pointing in with a smiley face and crudely drawn horns. On the bed there’s a little paper bag from the expensive soap place you rarely buy from and it seems Eddie has outdone himself again. The rose shower melts and the lemon soap and that stupid body pouf you like so much that smells like candy. If you cry about it in the shower you don’t tell him and he doesn’t bring up your puffy face when you finally pad into the kitchen.

He’s baking something, it smells sweet and you spot the split packaging of the orange cinnamon pillsbury rolls in the trash and you have to swallow the lump in your throat. He hates those so you know he ran these errands yesterday when he left for those few hours. Probably ran by the grocery store first and then into that boutique that he always complains smells too much. He pauses when he see you staring into the trash can, silent and still. Doesn’t say anything, just tilts his head to try and catch your eye.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I don’t know what to do about anything and I’m panicking.

He just shrugs and smiles. He gets it. He always gets it. There’s something in him that always gets your mood swings and that deep seated anger. He’s never asked you to try and snuff that flame out, just helps you tend it.

It’s a controlled burn. You gotta let it get all the kindling out so new shit can grow.

Eddie pulls you into a hug and you lean into him. Breathe him in slow to try and get that lump to go away. You thank him for your shower and then gesture sadly behind you at the oven and thank him for the cinnamon rolls you know he hates. He laughs and it rumbles against you. He hums along to the music and you tuck your head into his neck and realize he’s got Neil Young on. There’s an old man joke on the tip of your tongue but then he starts singing along to Harvest Moon and you shut up. The tears you’ve been holding in since getting out of the shower push up and over and stain your cheeks and wet his old tshirt and he just shushes you. Sways you against him until the timer goes off and he sways you over to the stove and manages to get the round pan out without burning either of you.

Maybe it’s a rainy day and the drops patter against the windows. Eddie knows you like the rain and he dances you across the living room so he can crack the window so you can hear it coming down.

Because I’m still in love with you, I wanna see you dance again…

Sings quietly into your hair and tucks you up close and let’s you cry on his shoulder and when he feels you slowing down, taking those deep breaths to steady yourself, he pulls his phone out and replays the song so he can properly dance with you. He wants you to laugh so he holds your fingertip and first knuckle, acts like he’s playing a tiny harmonica. You giggle and he feels better, lighter. There’s color in your cheeks again and you’re looking him in the eye before you give him a kiss and drape back over him.

It’s cozy and it smells like cinnamon rolls and you’re swaying with him and you both are happy.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson Fluff #Professor Munson #my fic #my work #I’m stressed #have this

[elvenbeard]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Yes I'm actually doing this on a Wednesday wooo :D

I just went back through all my tags of the last month and man, you guys ;__; <3 I'm not good at keeping up with tumblr atm and I don't have something to share every week, so I think once a month a WIP Wednesday might be a good compromise XD Thank you for all the tags!!

@theviridianbunny @dreamskug @ouroboros-hideout @lokiina @therealnightcity @chevvy-yates tagging you all right back!

So, with that off of my list of works in progress, as is answering all the tag games and quizzes, some projects I'm working on atm:

Writing: Love is stored in the olive jar (WT) - Chapter 13

It's done, but still needs a lot of editing, as it got very heavy on dialogue in the end and I want it all to flow more nicely and make it a bit more scenic XD Too many instances of "she looked up again" or "he paused for a moment/second" xD But I'm getting there! Here's a snippet from the already somewhat polished beginning:

“Alright,” Fuentes said as she finally caught her breath again, “I suggest we cut straight to the chase.” “Yes,” V nodded, “Thank you again for taking the time.” “Of course,” Fuentes nodded, “I have to admit, I have been thinking about you and your case a lot these past days. Even with the limited knowledge I have so far, I still believe I may be able to help. If you are willing now to tell me more about your condition now, of course.” ‘Willing’ wasn’t the word V would use, it was more a necessity at this point. “I will,” he said, “But only if you can provide me with a certain level of security.” Fuentes shifted in her chair slightly and frowned, then she opened one of the drawers of her desk and pulled out a tablet. She turned it on and began to search for something on it while maintaining eye contact with V as best as she managed. “You’ve come here today as my patient. As far as I’m concerned, everything, anything that we discuss, falls under the doctor-patient confidentiality. My contract with the Little China MedCenter binds me to treat your data and information with utmost care and discretion. All data we store is locked away securely, all in accordance with your Trauma Team policy. I can resend you the patient information papers and contracts, although I think most of them you should already have…” “I care less about the MedCenter than about what you personally do with the information I’m going to give you,” V said, and Fuentes stopped her search, narrowing her eyes slightly. “I’m not sure what you’re alluding to,” she said, still polite, but significantly more tense than before. “Nothing,” V shook his head carefully, “This is just not something I tell random strangers on the street… no offense, of course. If I have to play with open cards, I need you to as well.”

In which Vince hates doctors but has to trust one now, boo XD

Writing: Some drabbles :3

Inbetween the longfic I still have some ask prompt drabbles to fill that I'm looking forward to tackling soon! And in a sudden burst of inspiration I wrote out a long although not very serious convo between Vince and Johnny the other day xD I'd love to turn it into a (VP) comic maybe, but I'm not sure yet XD

Art: Nothing new since last time, slowly chipping away at some bigger projects inbetween

VP: Currently no concrete plans for a bigger project

Although I wanna do more "days in the life" for Vince!! And I wanna play around more with some poses though and have a very soft set to share that I gotta edit a bit still ;_; Tomorrow probably!

Also, I'd like to turn the interface thingies from my recent "V as NPC" projects into shareable templates, that is also on my wip/ to-do list! Just wanna gather some in-game reference shots first :D

Modding: 👀👀👀

I'm working on a little something maybe, and I'm so excited :DDD Just gotta relearn how to do Archive XL, it's been half a year xD And I fought MLSetup Builder so fucking hard, but now I know how to edit MLMask Setups, so that's a victory at least XD And I have a base for a very kitschy coat :3

But yes, so much to that so far! See you again in a month or so probably with an ever-growing pile of wips xD But maybe some more writing, maybe some more art, and maybe a finished mod after too long 👀

#wip wednesday #personal stuff

[obliqueblade]

Update- Health Concerns/Inspo/ rambling a bit

“So Oblique where have you been?” 

That is a great question reader. The truth is complicated… and rather long. 

Not to be like “ao3 writer moment” but… 

I have cancer. Had it for a while actually. I got diagnosed right at 20, but I had symptoms for a while before that. We had thought it was just my asthma acting up, but nope. 

I have lung cancer. Wooo. 

Funnily enough, about a month or so later, Technoblade released his announcement video. 

It was strange. Knowing that while I was going through treatment, someone I looked up to across the country was doing something similar. I remember watching that video hooked up to my oxygen machine, and feeling a pit in my stomach when he had mentioned being able to see where it was. While I don’t have Sarcoma, most cancer patients, especially those in the ward knew what that meant. 

I made a joke though, that none of my doctors, or friends really appreciated. Statistically, I would die before he did, so I at least wouldn’t have to live in a world without him. 

… clearly, this did not go the way I had hoped. 

Off and on for that year, I was in and out of the hospital in Clevland, Ohio. Now this is not where I live normally, but it was close to my grandparents. I also found out how much I hated snow. Moreso, when your lungs also hate it and you at the same time. 

“Oh, Oblique, just how common is lung cancer in your early 20s?” 

Why dear reader another GREAT question! The answer is- it’s not. Or the early signs are easy to miss. I was one of the youngest patients at CC frequently, and one of the only ones with lung cancer during my stay. We were able to catch it so quickly because my step moms brother had CF, so my mom spent a lot of time in hospitals around people who couldn’t breathe. After the first few times, I couldn’t catch my breath, no matter what I did she wanted me to go and get tested to find out what it was since it was clearly worse than just asthma. We knew it wasn’t CF, because they would’ve found that earlier. Ruled out pneumonia pretty quickly too as it was the middle of summer. My FP happened to think to test cancer, just in case. My Dad and I had laughed, it was such a long shot it was more likely I was just having pretty frequent panic attacks. Now I knew deep down it wasn’t panic attacks and my mom did too, but the C-word was terrifying. 

And then we got the tests back. I knew as soon as he walked in, hell I knew when they did the tests, and yes there are multiple. 

I asked my mom to leave the room, My Dad hadn’t been able to come in that day with us, and I needed to talk to him about how long he thought I had. 

He didn’t reply for a while, and I’ll never forget the look on his face. 

At the time of my diagnosis, I was 19. Statistically, the chance of living to see my 24th birthday was almost impossible. 

Doc pretty much told me that IF I could survive the next 7-12 months without the cancer spreading to my other organs my chances were pretty good. I’d later find out that the chances of it spreading were so high, and if it ever does the chances that I make it almost none. However, even once I passed every year after would be considered a miracle if I got past five. 

He went into the next room and talked to my mom for a while, while I tried to wrap my head around everything. Just how quickly my life had changed. How fast it was all going to happen. What finally broke me, was my youngest sister texting me from one of her middle school classes asking me how it was going. Realizing I’d never get to see her graduate, take her on girls' days, help her through heartbreak, watch her get married. 

At that moment it felt like the cancer had already killed me. It had stolen not only my life but my place in the lives of my family. Doc and Mom came back in at some point during my breakdown and sat with me. 

We didn’t leave that office for a while. When we did, I told my mom that I wanted to be the one to tell my Dad and sister before we talked about where we were going to go. 

So that night after dinner, we sat at the kitchen table, and I simply said 

“This air quality seems to be so shitty, that my lungs have decided to refuse work,” 

And my mother broke into tears, and my dad and sister stared at me like I was crazy. Which I kind of felt I deserved to be. Once we had cleared up the confusion, my dad asked me the same question I had asked the doctor. 

I told him that realistically he was going to have to rely on either my older or younger sister to wipe his ass when he couldn’t do it anymore. I was trying really hard to make light of the situation because I didn’t want everyone to be sad before I died. There would be plenty of time for it afterward anyway. 

Maybe that’s another thing I recognized from Techno’s initial video. Trying so hard to make sure that no one was worried despite knowing what was going to happen. And even though I think deep down a lot of us at least feared, the concept was so ridiculous and insane. How could someone like him just… 

On the day of the announcement, I saw Dreams tweet before the YouTube notification came through. 

I sat in my hospital bed playing Minecraft on the PC I had finally saved up enough to get, and I was on the phone with my best friend back in my home state. All I can remember is saying “Please. Please don’t let it be who I think it is. Please don’t let it be.” The last thing I remember hearing was my friend say “Oh ____ I am so sorry.” 

I hung up the phone and just sobbed. I ripped out my IV and heart monitor culled into a ball on the floor and just lost it. It didn’t take long before my nightly nurse ran into the room and they eventually had to sedate me. 

I woke up a few hours later, and for a moment I thought I had dreamed it. Yet I saw my mom in my room and I knew that I hadn’t. She had started working remotely due to COVID-19 and her job was letting her continue to remote in so she could come to Ohio with me and stay between the hospital and my grandparent's house. My dad would drive, and while Ohio was closer than some of the other hospitals this is still an 8+ hour drive every other week with my sister and stay with me. 

I had actually been doing pretty well at this point. Due to my age, and the fact my cancer had not spread yet, I was a really good candidate for surgery. However, there are underlying health conditions and risks that have to be monitored and dealt with before they can do the surgery. They had to give me enough time between treatments so I still had the strength to survive the surgery. 

When the video was released, I finished up another round of medications, this time ones that showed promising effects and weren’t damaging to my strength so I would survive the surgery. 

After the video came out, my mental health dipped hard, and fast, and my physical health soon followed. Then one of my best friends as the center passed. She was three months younger than me. She had leukemia, and the doctors had been amazed she had lived as long as she had since she had it since she was a kid. They thought she was in remission in her teens, but she relapsed pretty hard right before she turned 19. Halfway through my stay there, she had taken a dip, and her health hadn’t been able to recover. 

At that moment I wanted to die. I couldn’t see a point in living, of fighting, when the time I bought through these treatments maybe would last a few years. My doctors essentially had to rework my treatment plan and appeal to my parents that if they wanted me to live, they needed to have me fight for it. 

So much as those days where my family would come in and beg me to try and fight I just didn’t have it in me. I couldn’t see a life for myself anymore. Now some people may look at that and think it's dumb, like “Oh some guy you never even met, someone who didn’t even know you existed, died and now you’ve decided to just die?” 

Well first off rude. Secondly, I was already suicidal, and you’ll find it’s extremely common for patients with life-threatening diseases to need therapists constantly because they have extreme suicidal tendencies. Also, I want to state that yes I am referencing Techno a lot in this, but know that I am remarking about his passing and how it affected me, I am not doing so as a way to blame or hate him. Obviously, I cannot claim to know what or how he was feeling in those last few months, but I do know that we don’t get a choice when cancer kills us. 

It isn’t up to us. 

Hell, maybe no one is even reading this, maybe I dyed typing it up, or before I posted it. The point is I don’t want some moron to read this and think “Wow attacking a cancer patient, Oblique whatever is next?” 

Dear lord this thing is four pages now, alright to quickly wrap up on why and how I’m back. 

Just before all this went down, I had gotten into Hermitcraft. Now back when I was growing up and living under different circumstances, I wasn’t allowed internet access, so I missed out on a lot in the mid-2010s, one of which being Hermitcraft and well Minecraft as a whole. 

Anyway, I found specifically GoodtimeswithScar and Grian. 

Now, I do watch other Hermits, but at this time I watched these two the most. I never used Twitch before, and while I still don’t really like the platform I loved watching Scar stream. 

Scar, actually, was the reason I got determined to at least try and fight this damn cancer. 

See, before this, I didn’t know about Scar’s illness. I didn’t know he was in a wheelchair and I didn’t know he was on oxygen tanks either. So the first stream I got to watch, lying in my hospital bed, hooked up to about a million blinking machines, I opened it to see someone else wearing oxygen tubes. Someone who was also hooked up to a million different things. Yet, Scar could create some of the most beautiful things I had gotten to see while stuck in that room. It was like he weaved pure magic through the screen. 

So, I came to the conclusion that what the hell. If I died so would my memories. The things I’ve seen and people I’ve met, all of it would go with me. And if there’s one thing I learned from Techno, is that “... the Sun Kast fallacy wouldn’t allow it,”. 

So, we restarted my treatment plan. Eventually, we did the surgery and after making sure I was stabilized and showed no signs of infection, or that the cancer was making a comeback right away they allowed me to be transferred home. Right in time for that good ol’ Southern heat. 

Now, I still have to regularly go to the hospital, as well as wear my lovely little oxygen tubes around, and take PLENTY of drugs (OMG so many cotton mouth is REAL), but not to jinx anything I’ve been doing fairly well these past few weeks. 

Of course, this can change in an instant, and I have to be extremely careful, especially due to Covid (Seriously guys if someone coughs on me I might as well get into the coffin now.) 

As for why I decided to write this fic? Well, in a way the Hermits helped me live. Helped my parents not have to bury one of their kids. Helped me see my sister start high school. Helped me reach my 21st birthday. 

19-21. 

Three years down. 

Realistically, I know there’s going to be a day I get the results that not only is the cancer back, but that it has spread. I know this. And I also know that when that time comes I will have to accept that and move forward as I can. I may never be as great as Alex, and I don’t want to be, but I want to be like him in that I will accept and try to easily go when it’s my time, knowing that I did all that I could. 

In the meantime, I might as well leave something for the small part of the world that I can. 

If and when my updates stop, I’ll leave a message for my friend on how to log into my Tumblr so she can at least give you guys some closure. 

Take care, and I will see you when I see you, Readers! 

Update:

So originally, this was going to be posted on the 13th– clearly, that didn’t happen. I had a minor health setback. Bacteria truly is my greatest enemy. I got sent back to the hospital and then saw my specialist on the 13th and a whole new wave of antibiotics. I’m still in the hospital being monitored, which is kinda like every few hours someone comes in and pokes me so I can never sleep. 

Which ya know is fun. 

So I got my roommates to bring my laptop under the guise of doing school work but in reality, I just wanted better access to edit because that’s hard to do on my phone. 

Anyway, I’ll keep you guys posted. Chapter 2 should be posted within the next week or so health providing. Knock on wood.

#hermitcraft #desert duo #desert duo vigilante au #hermitblr #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #superhero au #archive of our own #grian #cute guy grian #health #wellness #hospital #cancer #awareness #disease

[freakalici0us]

okay what the actual. ghgngnhng. i finally got around to reading a fanfic,, reading the one true streamman rn. and oh my GOD im hooked. i started reading it at church out of boredom (hahaa reading some random fic at church of all places wooo) and im already on chapter 3 of part 3 i think.

needless to say, that fic is doing things to my brain dude what the heck 😭

#hlvrai #hlvrai fanfiction #freaky talk

[soratsuart]

QSMP Day 47 Lore Summary

Wooo been a while since I've done one of these!! Before I start, fair warning! This time I haven't been able to watch any streams so some of the information might not be in order, but I actually got a fair idea of what happened yesterday, so it should be good enough.

We start the day with the theorist club which at this point is made up of half the island, and we get some interesting developments. Particularly, Cellbit has come up with a plan to get more information; breaking a rule to attract Cucurucho's attention so they can question them about the island and the Federation. Spoiler alert: this will go horribly wrong.

Cucurucho did indeed appear before Cellbit when he was making an illegal iron farm, however they were not very happy with this and they ended up teleporting Cellbit to a strange hallway and started hunting him down with a chainsaw until killing him. After this, however, Cucurucho did take Cellbit to some kind of lab and allowed him to make them a few questions, the most relevant one being whether the island is real or not since Cellbit theorises it to be a simulation. Cucurucho said the island is real. Cellbit also noticed the lamp in the lab was blinking in Morse code, which I'm pretty sure has already been decodified by Twitter's theorists.

Speaking of theories by the way, the Tazercraft duo suspect there might be a mole among them all, a theory Bad shares as well. He, along with Foolish, also discuss Quackity's state of mind, with Foolish believing that Quackity might still be in denial over Tilín's death.

Ironically enough, while they had this conversation, Quackity went to Tilín's grave to finally move on. He has broken Tilín's bed and now has their bow around his arm. He would later tell Maxo about this when he interrogated him, admitting that he doesn't like the way he has become vengeful and resentful after losing Tilín. Quackity also asks him to cease the case Maxo had against him over his plan to kill all the eggs since he doesn't want to carry out that plan anymore. Everyone else was spying on this conversation too, and after it Quackity and Bad had an argument about the vandalism to Tallulah's house, with Quackity admitting he did that to get Wilbur's attention (he still believes Tallulah to be his daughter btw).

Cellbit also interrogated Quackity about the Federation and Cucurucho, with Quackity telling him some information he wasn't aware of (how they met Cucurucho the first day and the weird questions they asked everyone), as well as told him that he was invited to the island like everyone else.

After that, everyone, including Quackity, tried to summon the binary code entity to get more information. However, they only got a thunder in response to their attempts. After this, everyone started theorising some more and Bad ended up asking Cellbit wether Cucurucho was rainbowed when they hunted down Cellbit to which he answered no. This makes Bad theorize there might be more than one Cucurucho since he had rainbowed them the previous day. We know this to be correct since we've already witnessed as many as three Cucuruchos at once in Roier's house a long while ago.

For now this is all regarding the theorist club as they all are trying to find out what is going on with the island and the Federation. As a side note I can tell you at the end of Quackity's stream he put a code which translates to 'X'. Do with that what you will.

As for any other relevant stuff? Foolish and Bad had a bit of an argument in chat while talking to Roier with whom they have scheduled a therapy session for today, which promises to be hilarious.

And I believe that's all! Hope this helped a bit with everything going on. Share this post so more people can catch up with the lore, please! :)

#qsmp #qsmp lore summary #there is so much stuff going on at all times in this thing #it's so fun but also kinda overwhelming lmao #glad they dont have to log in daily anymore cuz that would be a nightmare #on the bright side someone made a video summary of the first two acts of the QSMP #so maybe check that out on YT if you still feel lost! #soratsu speaks

[quodekash]

PART TWO OF THE THOUGHTS I HAD WHILE WATCHING MSP OS2 EPISODE 2 COS I KEEP RUNNING OUT OF IMAGES COS I HAVE TOO MUCH TO SAY (wooo look at that there's a link here to the previous part, haha self promo) (there will almost certainly be at least two more after this one, if not three or four more. i think too much.)

OMG THIS SCENE

I LOVE THEM

GREDGKHJBER

THEYRE SO IN LOVEEEE

AND GUN HOLDING THE BOTTLE FOR TINN TO DRINK FROM??? BROOOOO

I SEE YOU LOOKING

I SEE WHERE YOUR EYES ARE, MISTER

YOU’RE LOOKING AT HIM

I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

hes so whipped

youre so whipped, tiw

hes in love with him

i love them so much

holy hell

hell yeah, soundwin

WAIT

HANG ON

IS THIS WHAT I THINK IT IS???

HOLY HELL IT IS

GUYS IVE LITERALLY BEEN TELLING EVERYONE FOR MONTHS

SOUNDWIN=PATPRAN

MY SOUNDWIN=PATPRAN AGENDA IS FINALLY JUSTIFIED

WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL

G U Y S

IM BASICALLY GOD AT THIS POINT

HOLY HELL

HOLY FREAKING HELL

IM SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS

AND EXCITED

HOLY HELL

thats fair

(but also, without context thats really funny. imagine gun, por, and jorn hearing that. they have no idea how soundwin's first interaction went down. and even if they try to explain, theyll still be so confused

"im sorry, what? he locked your arms in the bathroom??"

"yeah! we wanted him to join the band so i got his attention while he was peeing-"

"what."

"-and then he got really mad at me for some reason and then he slammed me against the wall-"

"WHAT."

"-and he threatened me and pulled my arms back and my arms were sore for days."

"WHAT THE HELL-"

its very amusing to me)

but theres not as much tension as there was in the original canon universeeee

because they dont actually hate each other in this versionnnn

they just have a slight rivalry but its mostly friendlyyyyy

i love themmmmmm

and this one is tiwpor bc tiwpor are couple goals

oh

oh theyre all just shows arent they

yup, okay

i love them

his little headscratch omg

OMG

GEORJBSGJKERBGJBVREKJDBGJKVRE PLEASE

also i would like to point out: look at win's face there. he looks directly at pat. does pat like jorn?? does win know??? I NEED ANSWERS

AND HE KINDA LOOKS AWAY AND NODS AT THE OTHERS AROUND THE TABLE

HE FREAKING KNOWS

I DONT KNOW HOW HE KNOWS

BUT HE KNOWS

IM CERTAIN OF IT

everyone, apparently. weve got two different universes, each with three different versions of that scenario, and its a very successful show, so. yeah.

NOOO MY BOYYY

HE IS SAD NOW

SOMEONE HUG HIM

poor boy :(

"bye-bye. get out. okay. byeee." POR SPEAKING ENGLISH >>>>>

i love him so so much

wait, so, in this version of events did por use the questions to score his own boyfriend, rather than tiw with his sibling's relationships???

you underestimate the power of the questions, tinn. they work surprisingly well. in the other universe it made you both cry and then you found out that, wow look at that, you like each other! all because of the questions. so, yeah, they really CAN get you closer. trust the questions bro

hang on, do win and gun in this universe have the same relationship as sound and tinn had? like the childhood rivalry without any real explanation of it?? so for some reason they hate each other?? i would like to know please

oh hey look at that, we just watched gun's life leave his eyes

hes tryna figure out how the hell he fell for such an IDIOT

but hes also probably thinking back to the bullfrog song and is realising that he fell for tinn because of how stupid and silly he is

so now hes questioning his entire life

gun's face, omg

also no, that's jorn!

WAIT I JUST HAD A THOUGHT

tinn somehow knows that 'youre charmed by his isaan accent' and then says 'right?' as confirmation that he is correct.

WHAT IF he knows something

WHAT IF por told tiw about jorn liking pat. WHAT IF tiw told some people in the music club (perhaps all of them??). WHAT IF he only said 'someone in the student council' likes pat, not giving his name (cos it would be mean if he revealed jorn's secret). WHAT IF tinn thinks its gun who likes pat, because of his isaan accent.

WHAT IF, GUYS, WHAT IF

why are you worried about him mentioning his dad, gun

is it your trauma

do you need a hug

SOUNDWINSOUNDWINSOUNDWINSOUNDWINSOUNDWIN

THEYRE PLAYING PATPRANNNN

MY SOUNDWIN=PATPRAN AGENDA GETS STRONGER BY THE DAY

"just a warm up" KILL MEEEE THE PARALELLSSSS

HES TEACHING HIM TO T A C K L E ???

BRO THIS IS SO MUCH MORE INTIMATE THAN BADMINTON

HOLY HELL I SWEAR THEYRE GONNA MAKE OUT

"come here. you use the area between your chest up until your shoulders to tackle. you hold your opponent with both of your hands like this." holy hell holy hell holy hell

he just hugged him

that was hugging him

was that not hugging him?

the coaching is making me think of akkayan with the judo. even tho i know its an entirely different thing.

"the areas you can tackle are from the chest down to the feet. is that clear?" damn sound is so much better at giving instructions than win is. sound fully told him what to do. win kinda just. yelled at him.

"it's easy. try it." again, the same thing that win said, but so much calmer and more effective

"you forgot to wrap your hands around me" y'know, something is telling me he didnt forget. he's just scared of intimacy. which like is fair but also jUST KISS ALREADY

oh noooo now theyre yelling at each otherrrr

win just follow his instructions, he did a good job explaining

"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TEACH, NOT YELL AT ME!" hey, it's that line!

"learn to play sports sometimes! dont just spend your days hitting on girls!" H E Y THAT LINE!

"i made an effort to teach you but you wouldnt learn anything. you dumb!" again, THE FREAKING PARALLELS i love them so much holy hell

"secret" dating

THE CHIN TICKLE GHREBDGHRBDGHRB I LOVE THEM AND THEIR CHIN TICKLES

aaaaand guess who already ran out of images. again.

(also a little note here, i put all my our skyy 2 commentary under the same tag and its always the first tag of the post, so if you tap/click on that one youll find the rest of my commentary on the episode (if you want to)) 

i shall post these first two parts and then ill do the next ones like later tonight or maybe tmro, idk man

#quodekash watches our skyy 2 despite desperately needing to sleep #patjorn #phatjorn #patkajorn #tiwpor #tiwsonpor #soundwin #winsound #tinngun #guntinn #markford #winnysatang #satangwinny #geminifourth #mark pakin #ford allan #satang kittiphop #winny thanawin #gemini norawit #fourth nattawat #aun napat #prom theepakon #captain passatorn

[greenskellyblob]

9 people I’d like to know better

Tagged by; @thefloatingstone

Last song; Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths, I’ve been listening to this song relentlessly a year ago, and it still frequently pops up when I let youtube radio do its thing. I’m not gonna complain!!! It’s still a banger! I’ve just googled it and realized it is a song in an album, and I never listened to the whole of it. Huh. I should do that sometimes.

Anyways, here’s the song:

Currently watching: Just finished Community and the last season of Black Mirror. I finally know where some memes come from now!!! I’ve been seeing Community memes around and I never knew TwT. Consider me enlightened now. I really enjoyed it, all the characters there are stupid and unhinged and taking their stupidity seriously and I loved it! V good, v nice way to spend the time.

On the other hand, this season of Black Mirror kinda dissapointed me? There was one episode I REALLY LOVED (Demon 79, the last one, hell yeah the ending!!!!! WOOO!!!!), the first one (Joan is awful) was kinda neat, Loch Henry was depressing and I laughed out loud at how one character died because it is SO STUPID, Mazey day was boring, and Beyond the Sea was the biggest bullshit I ever saw. Such a big old dump!!!!! Something Extremely Traumatic happens to one character on a very important mission, and the Earth command doesn’t even get them to talk to a therapist. Also a lot of dick measuring going on there. Also shitty ending nobody could have predicted (sarcastic). Just, ugh. Sorry about the vagueness but I don’t want to spoil people who haven’t watched it yet. But if you want to watch only one episode of season 6, make it the last one :D 10/10

Also I’ll be cheeky and say I just finished the VOD of C-Puff’s ( @thefloatingstone‘s) stream :3 Can’t wait to see more!!!! And, please, don’t apologize for lore dumps they are delightfull and I finally have a streamer I can watch and not feel like I’m missing most of the story/worldbuilding. You know what? Everyone, have a link for that too. For some reason it doesn’t let me embed it?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqmuA_WcAlQ

Currently reading: Nothing in particular, my brain is once again in the reading slump. I guess comics would count, actually? In that case, an absolutely amazing comic called “Tiger, Tiger” by @pepurika. It has two very gay siblings, A giant bisexual (?) himbo, an old god’s child (they are very chaotic and very, very gay from what I understand) and cool old ships. ALSO SEA SPONGES!!!! Sea sponges are very important. They literally drive the plot okay! There is ship stealing, identity theft, deals with gods, marvelous scientific discoveries and much, MUCH more, all in the name of sea sponges! The main character got hyperfixated as a child and went unhinged, and if that sounds relatable to you, you’ll enjoy her :) Also everyone there is very smart and capable and yet you have to wonder where they keep their braincells because they are all also??? Kinda dumb??? In incredibly relatable ways. Heccking 10/10 comic. I have to read it all from the beginning because I can’t wait for the last book to come out asaajudzgigui the suffering is sweet tho.

I slapp’a link your way. Go read, you’ll have a really good time (this is a threat)

https://www.tigertigercomic.com/tiger-tiger/001

#tag game #long post #Wow I did go and vomited A Lot of Words there #black mirror spoilers #jelly rambles #I think I just don't know how to make embeds properly #oh well #links will have to be enough

[dawsmark]

The Hot Box -- Chapter 1

I’m sooo horny right now. 

The Wizards were getting their asses kicked. There was no need to watch the basketball game any further.  So, dick hard as a rock, I reached for the phone and called Deanna. 

It’s been a while since I’d seen her.  The last time I had, I had her pinned against the wall inside of Room 419 of the Sheraton Blue, her legs wrapped around my waist.  She had asked for us to see each other exclusively, but as fine as she was, a sex goddess on so many levels, I just couldn’t yet commit. 

Further, I needed to ask her about something.  

Something I found out earlier this week.

The phone rang six times before she  answered. “Hello?”  

“Hey, knockout,” I whispered. She took in a breath.  I chuckled inside.  “What’re you up to?”

“Nothing.”  She sounded like a sweet bird.

“Nothing, huh?  Same here.”  The fierce autumn wind rattled my window.  “I was thinking maybe, you know, if I could come—" 

“Yes.  All over me.”

Damn that was quick.

I laughed out loud.  She did too. 

“See you in a bit,” I said, and hung up.

I sprang from the couch, and headed straight for the shower. I stripped down in front of the mirror and was a little shocked at how solid my muscles were looking.  For the past eight weeks, I had been training for the Maryland Physique Pro and the diet I was on was finally working its magic.  Last checked, my bodyfat was around twelve percent, but according to some, I needed to come down another four if I wanted to place, another six if I wanted to win.  Everyone said this one was going to be mine, that I was robbed at the last show, and I couldn’t agree with them more. 

Politics.

Having done this for the past three years, I’ve become numb to it.  That, and the scrutiny.  To the average person on the street, I’m a stud. But on stage, with dozens of other guys who think they’re studs too, eyes are like hawks.  Judges really zero in on your flaws: from the way you stand, to the shape of the teardrop in your quads, to the separation between your pecs. 

For a long time, it was hard being told you ain’t shit, you don’t measure up.  They’d say you need more balance in your back (like, what the fuck?) or you need to come in with more conditioning (what the hell does that mean?).  You just want to go down to the judges' table and flip that motherfucker over. 

So why do I do this?  Why did I put myself under such scrutiny?

Because I loved this shit.  If I get it right, the little details that others don’t see, I’d be perfect. 

I mean, I already got the perfect dick, why not the body to go with it?

Yeah…

My dick.

There it was.  Long. Thick. Straight as a sword. With a mind and face of its own, waiting to dive into Deanna’s hot box.  

I kept my hands away, because the last thing I wanted was to be drained senseless before actually feeling warm woman skin.   As quick as I could, I stepped under a cold shower.

Beads of ice water hit my body like bullets, subsiding the beast within, and turning the water to temperature to hot, I was able to lather, wipe and scrub soap all over me in lascivious-free peace.

Ten minutes later and feeling steam-fresh, I strutted to my bedroom like Ric Flair. 

Crazy Ric Flair. 

My daddy put me on to him when I was little.  If you want to be the man, you got to beat the man.  I’m a high-flying, limousine-riding, diamond-wearing son-of-a-gun!  Wooo!

I slipped into some sweatpants, no underwear, hoping to give Deanna a treat.  I love the way her eyes slides down to the bulge while I’m trying to have a conversation with her; Me standing there acting like, what’re you looking at?

I put on my shirt and kicks, grabbed my phone and keys and headed out the door.

Life sure was good.

Last week, Allison.  Week before, Lindsey.  This week, Deanna.

“Heyyy, Kevin,” as soon as I got out the door.  It was Ms. Howard sashaying from across the street. The leaves flew up from the pavement and swirled around her as she came.  I couldn’t get to my truck fast enough. She caught me just before I could put the vehicle into drive. 

“Hey, Ms. Howard, how you doing?”

“Hm.  Why you say it like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m some sort of a disease?”

Ms. Howard was fifty-plus, my aunt’s age, with long Jamaican locs and strands of gray around the ears.  Her earrings were large and plastic in the shape of African dancers.  She made mad bank working for Lockheed Martin but couldn’t keep a man for shit.  Her husband, a downtown tort lawyer, left her a long time ago. 

It was obvious she wanted me to give her the D, but I wasn’t doing it.  Nope.  No way.  Nada. 

She darted her eyes over my upper body, “Wanted to know if you’d like to come to my barbecue this weekend.  My grandson’s football team made it to States so we’re gonna party.  He’d love to see you again.”

I hated that li’l nigga.  I believe he stole one of my rings that time I had him over my house, trying to be a mentor and shit.                                                                     

“Me?  Why?”

“’You know why.  How often does a young man get to actually be around a pro football player.”

“I only did two seasons.”

“Two more than anybody I know.  And him either.  You could’ve been a benchwarmer for all he cares.”

And I thought, Really?  Because last time I remember, he called me a scrub, kept throwing my stats up in my face, and kept comparing me to Devin Jones, one of the best D-backs in the league.

“Um…let me get back to you.” 

“Get back?”  She playfully gave me side eye.  “Uh-huh…”

“Don’t do that, Ms. Howard.  Please don’t do that, I know what you’re thinking.”

“What I’m thinking?”

“That I’m too good for y’all.”

“I ain’t say nothing.”

“You don’t have to say nothing.”

“Well…Are you? Big-time football player too important to hang out with us colored folks anymore?”

“Come on now, Ms. Howard.  You know I like that corn bread, sweet potato pie and ribs you be making.”

“Yeah, right.  Never no time for us.  Where you off to this time?  To see one of your little white girls?”

“Now, now, Ms. Howard, you know it’s not like that.  Look, I got to go.”

She sucked her teeth. “Gone then,” and let me get on my way.  But not before she reached out to touch my bicep I had hanging in the window.  She gave it a delicate squeeze.  My eyes followed her hand and then lifted back to her with a silent, What are you doing?  Sensing she went too far, her hand slid off.

She said, “You better come.  If you don’t, I’m coming over here and drag you over.”

“I hear you,” I said, and drove off, giving her the peace sign.

She called after me, “Saturday. 5 o’clock.”

I beeped the horn.

Glancing in the rearview mirror, I saw her sashay back to her side of the street.  I then turned on some music and looked to the bleak October sky.

…I wasn’t going to her raggedy cookout.

#romance #lovers #black smut #blackwomen #melaninpoppin #smut #romance novels #eroticism #interracial lust #bbc

[somanywords]

fic writer tag game

Thanks for the tag, @tessabennet <3

Rules: Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

This is getting harder to play now that I've got 11 fics out in the world (wooo!), but here are 5 that I really enjoyed writing--some that are really fun to reread, even by myself who spent way too long editing, some that made my brain work really hard, and my very first one ever, which still makes me smile. :)

Another Song, Another Spring (stucky, modern au)

Bucky smiles into his phone. “Yeah, thanks, Mom. Actually, I had a few questions? What age do babies start mimicking language, aka cussing? And what age do they start walking?” “Is this for your book?” his mother asks suspiciously. “Yes,” Bucky says, staring into the eyes of the baby on his couch. “Yes."

2. tryin' to talk with a fist in ya mouth (newsies, canon verse)

Jack from start to finish, a tired and kicking beast of a story. Featuring growing up, finding yourself, and finding others, although not necessarily in that order.

3. say it soft and it's almost like praying (stucky, divergence post ws)

Natasha says, “Look, whatever the truth is about you, we have no way of really knowing the Winter Soldier's intentions. He’s not all there, he’s not who you remember. He’s a hot mess, Steve.” “Why does everyone think that?” Steve says, and he’s nearly yelling, but not quite, because he doesn’t need to, not when they’re so close. “Why does everyone keep saying he’s a mess—have you seen me? ”

4. Misplaced Pencils (stucky, canon verse) (1st fic! 1st baby!)

“Ma, I’m going to start drawing,” Steve says. “Are you now?” she asks interestedly, sitting across from him. “What kinds of things will you draw?” He stares at his spoon, giving the question the full attention it deserves. “…Things every artist should know how to draw,” he starts slowly. His Ma nods. “Things that are interesting to me…and Things that are beautiful,” he finishes. Or, Steve and drawing throughout the years. Also Bucky.

5. the grey sea and the long black land (six of crows, post canon)

In the dream, she wakes up each morning and knows exactly who Inej Ghafa is, the churning sea inside her finally quieted. Inej sifts through the new tentative foundations of her life to learn which direction is forward--Told in fifty sentences

This one went around a while ago, so if you've already played, feel free to ignore or point me to your posts--@turtle-steverogers @its-tortle @zenaidamacrouras1 @greyhavensking @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place @blurglesmurfklaine @aimmyarrowshigh @darter-blue and anyone else who wants to share <3

#tag games #my fics #stucky #newsies #soc

[aces-fav-husband]

His Legacy (Prologue)

One Piece Male Reader Insert

Synopsis: Ace always worried about his little brother, even with the knowledge that his days were limited. Which is why you weren’t surprised when he asked if you could take his place as Luffy’s protector. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you couldn’t help but feel honored that he chose you to carry on his legacy. And you’ll do everything in your power to not let your deceased friend down.

Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drinking

A/N: Okay wooo I’m finally posting it to Tumblr! You can find the original fanfic up on Quotev. It’s also posted to Wattpad.

Word count: 4.2k

“My days are limited. We both know that, (Name). Which is why I need you to look after Luffy when I’m gone.”

        If someone had asked you a few years ago if you would ever look after your best friend’s brother, you would’ve shot them between the eyes for mocking your loneliness like that. But this wasn’t a few years ago. This was right now. The present. 

        Just a week ago, Ace had asked you to accompany him on a trip to the Grand Line. That’s where this all started. 

—————————————————————

        Ace had invited you to travel with him for a few days to track down Blackbeard. You were slightly confused at first. That whole ordeal was something personal to him and had absolutely nothing to do with you, but you had tagged along anyway. You never questioned Ace- although you weren’t part of Whitebeard’s crew, Ace still frequently sought you out for companionship. He had actually brought you to Whitebeard’s ship a few times in an attempt to get you to join him, much to Whitebeard’s amusement. 

        You thought you were both going to part ways, with him wanting to meet up with his brother and you having to go collect payment at your usual rendezvous point outside of Rain Base, but you were met with surprise when Ace called you on your transponder snail just one day later, summoning you to his side. 

        “There’s someone I want you to meet!” He had told you joyfully, snail imitating his excited smile. “Come find me as soon as you’re done!”

        Even though you hated traveling through the arid desert of Alabasta, you had done it anyway, and without complaint. You were fast, even with the large bags of Berries and jugs of water hung over your broad back. It had only taken you a little under a day to track down Ace through the vivre card he had provided you. By the time you got close to the camp, the setting sun had painted the desert in beautiful golds and reds. You weren’t quite sure what to expect, but to show your good faith, you set aside a good amount of your Berries for the younger pirate- 400,000 of your 750,000, just over half. What pirate wouldn’t want money? 

        Approaching the small camp where Ace was located, you groaned in irritation when you realized that there were more than two people waiting for you, but after mulling over it for a second, it made sense. Why wouldn’t a captain take his crew with him? Along with Ace and who you assumed was his brother, Luffy, you could make out two animals (which you admittedly were looking forward to seeing) and five other people, who were chatting and laughing, filling the serene desert with sound. 

        “Yo! Ace!” You barked, waving an arm in an attempt to catch his attention. “I’m here!” 

        “Speak of the devil!” You heard Ace laugh as he walked Luffy up with him to meet you. “I was just talking about you! I was expecting you to get here sooner, though. How’d it go?” 

        “I would’ve gotten here sooner if we weren’t in this damned desert.” You grunted in response before smirking as you added on, “But I got more than I was expecting. He was uncharacteristically generous this time around, that bastard.”

        “Who’s this? Is this the guy that you called earlier?” Luffy asked his older brother, head cocked to the side. 

        Ace laughed before slinging his free arm over your shoulders and guiding you to the camp. It was definitely an interesting group, that was for sure. A camel and a deer were sitting around a fire, and along with Luffy, there was a girl with blue hair that gave you a polite smile, an awkward tanned teenager with a long nose, some blonde guy who was cooking, a redhead with short hair, and a green haired man with three swords who paid you no mind. 

        As you scanned over them, you noticed that a few of them were somewhat surprised and excited with your sudden appearance, especially Luffy. He was practically bouncing out of his skin, a wide smile plastered on his face. 

        His brother had really been talking you up to be someone great, so of course Luffy wanted to meet you. As soon as Luffy and Ace had time to talk, you were brought up. Constantly. Any time Ace could bring you into the conversation, he would, and that impressed Luffy all the more. He had never seen his brother so connected with another person that wasn’t him or Sabo. Ace respected you and thought highly of you, so of course Luffy would take an interest in you.

       “This is who I was just talking about,” Ace explained, ruffling your hair with a proud smile. “My friend! Reverite (Name)!” 

        You didn’t bother fixing your hair. It was already a mess from the desert winds. As you bowed and said a polite, “Nice to meet you,” you heard some gasps. 

        “Wait, (Name)? As in, Dark Stalker (Name)?? The mercenary? That (Name)?” The redhead cried. “That’s the guy you’ve been talking about this whole time!?”

        “Mercenary?!” You heard a high-pitched voice squeak out, having come from the trembling lips of the long-nosed teen. “This is the same guy who cries when he sees puppies and bakes cakes for grannies? There’s no way in hell!”  

        “Luffy, how do you know so many powerful people?! Is this guy also your brother!?” The chef exclaimed, turning to the aforementioned boy for an answer. 

        “This my first time meeting him!” He laughed cheekily, stars shining in his eyes as he looked at you. “But he’s just as cool as Ace said! A mercenary and his best friend!” 

        “Ace talks about you a lot, Luffy!” You smiled at him, rising up from your bow with an outstretched hand. “I feel like I’ve known you since you were a kid! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” 

        “Its nice to meet you too!” Luffy yelled, grabbing your outstretched hand and shaking it with vigor. “Did you really kill a Sea King with one punch? Did you really kill seven people with one bullet?” 

        You were completely taken aback by this sweet boy’s reaction. Never, not once in your life, has anyone been this excited to meet you, and for the first time, no less. You didn’t know exactly what Ace had told them about you, but it was clear that he made you sound good. Luffy filled your heart with the same warm acceptance that Ace has given you for the past three years. As he bombarded you with questions about your feets, you came to the conclusion that you undoubtedly liked him. 

        An embarrassed blush spread across your cheeks. You didn’t really know how to reply to all of his rapid fire questions. Your awkward gaze met with Ace’s amused eyes. Your eyes flicked back from him to Luffy, silently begging him for help. You had experience with younger siblings, but yours weren’t this bad and you didn’t know how to deal with it. 

        Luckily for you, Ace decided to take pity on you and bail you out. “Oh, (Name), didn’t you bring a gift with you?” 

        You didn’t tell him that you were going to bring a gift, but he knew you well. You were a stickler for first impressions, and you always made sure that it was a positive experience for whoever you met. That’s what got you so far in the mercenary business- you made that first impression count.  

        You pounced on that opportunity that Ace gave you. Everyone’s attention was on you and Luffy had finally quieted, interest peaked. You gave him a large, toothy smile, flashing all your sharp teeth before handing one of your bags of Berries to him. “I did! I usually prefer buying actual gifts for people, but since I came here on short notice… I hope you’re okay with this. It should be 400,000 Berry.” 

        “400,000 Berry?!” Luffy and the redhead exclaimed in excitement. “You must be super rich!”  

        Ace laughed heartily and slapped your back as the young crew stared on in shock and delight. “He really did pay you well this time!” 

        “Isn’t it shocking? I don’t think I’ve ever gotten more than 500,000 from that cheap bastard, especially not from an escort job!” You replied with a laugh, slinging your arm over his shoulder. 

        “Is this really for us? Really? And you’re just giving it to us?” The redhead asked as she figured through the bag of money that she snatched from Luffy, looking as though she were about to burst into tears. Any caution she had towards you seemed to have been thrown towards the wind and replaced with excitement. 

        “I have nothing else to do with it than give it away.” You replied sincerely before plopping down on the warm sand and shrugging off your last few bags of Berry and water jugs. “Normally, it goes to Ace, since he has a real talent for blowing his money.” 

        Ace followed you down and gave you a playful punch to the shoulder. “Don’t say that! You can’t embarrass me in front of my kid brother!” 

        You pulled the brim of his hat down, a shit-eating grin crossing your face. “Don’t hurt your poor sugar daddy. I’ll cut you off and laugh at you the next time you need money.” 

        “This is nice and all,” the swordsman interrupted as Ace fixed his hat, an untrusting look on his grumpy face. “But I couldn’t help but notice that you came from the same direction we’re heading. Which happens to be Rain Base.” 

        The group turned to you, odd expressions on their faces. You nodded, not seeing any point in lying- despite being someone who works underground, word had gone around of your little side job. “I did. There’s a merchant there who hires me to help him export food and water outside of the city.” You frowned, “He told me he got mixed up with some gang- probably Baroque Works, if I had to guess- and his business was in danger. He had too many people relying on his exports and no one could help him, so that’s where I came in. But why are you heading to Rain Base? It’s dangerous for a couple of rookies such as yourselves.” 

        You watched as the group stiffened as the mention of Baroque Works. The blue haired girl especially looked tense, and with a frustrated, disgusted look on her face, she spat out, “Crocodile…” 

         Ace shared a look with you- awkward. You had made this whole thing awkward with your lack of tact. You sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck. “Oh, uh…” you trailed off, not really knowing what to say. You had not been expecting the Straw Hats to recognize the name of the organization, much less know the name of the ringleader. “Are you guys here to kill him, then?” You tried, wanting to get rid of the awkward tension. 

        “We’re going to kick his ass,” Luffy replied- no, declared- with unwavering determination and confidence, “and we’re going to help Vivi! Because that’s what friends do!”

        His crew matched his expression. They were willing to do whatever they could to help Vivi, that much you could see. Your respect for them increased tenfold in that moment. Luffy really was Ace’s brother, blood or not. 

        You laughed. 

        It wasn’t that you were laughing because the idea was ridiculous, oh no. 

        Luffy had deflated at the sound of your laughter. It pissed him off a little. It pissed him off even more when he saw Ace smiling besides you. He opened his mouth, ready to fight, but- 

        “I believe in you, Luffy.”

        “Huh?”

        “I believe you,” you smiled. It wasn’t malicious in the slightest. “If you say you’re gonna beat his ass, then I believe you. Your confidence makes me happy- I have a soft spot for people like you!” You elbowed Ace, who was grinning pridefully behind you. “You guys are so similar, it’s crazy. That’s exactly what you said to me a few years ago, remember?” 

        All the tension disappeared. You were being sincere, that Luffy could tell. You believed in them. You believed in him. He couldn’t help but laugh along with you. Luffy shouldn’t have doubted Ace’s judgement- you were a good person and you deserved the respect that Ace had for you.       

 ———

        After settling down, Luffy had introduced you to everyone in his crew. They were nice people- they had a good balance of respect for Luffy to follow him as a captain and love for him to reel him in as a friend. You decided to stay the night with the Straw Hats and leave in the morning before they left for Yuba. They had warmed up to you fairly quickly, which pleasantly surprised you. People normally take a long time to relax in your presence, but these teens took to you quite quickly. You liked them a lot. 

        Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper wouldn’t leave your side, listening intently to your stories of travel across the Grand Line; your fights with mighty Sea Kings, the strangest islands and animals you had ever seen, and long-lasting battles with evil Marines had them completely enraptured. They laughed as you and Ace acted out a particularly stupid fight the two of you had on a Marine ship, which ended in victory for you and Ace. After a few drinks, Zoro had joined in as well, asking questions about your techniques and you managed to counter certain attacks. Vivi and Sanji joined once dinner was finished and served, relaxing and laughing along with the rest of the crew. 

        Nami enjoyed you and Ace distracting the crew, allowing her to get some free time. She listened to you talk as she once again fingered through the Berries you had given them. Vivi was a lot more comfortable around you now that she had gotten to know you, which made you happy. She confided in you, asking if you would listen to her troubles, and you did, giving her all your attention as she explained the true extent of everything and how she had met the Straw Hats. Vivi was brave, and you told her that. 

        All in all, you’d say that you had become friends with the Straw Hats that night. You were happy. 

       “Are you guys going to bed already?” You heard Ace ask from behind you. You were leaning up against his back, enjoying his warmth as you threw back another cup of booze. 

        “Yeah,” you heard Nami reply, “Zoro and Luffy passed out already, and it’s late anyway. We need to get moving tomorrow.” 

        Zoro challenged you, betting (your) money that he could drink more than you. The poor fool didn’t know what he had gotten himself into until it was too late. Luffy, on the other hand, was simply tired from traveling through the desert all day. You chuckled. 

        “Goodnight,” you and Ace chimed. 

        “We’re probably going to stay up a bit longer, but we’ll join you shortly.” Ace explained nonchalantly. “(Name) has insomnia and I don’t want him to be lonely.” 

        “Are you sure? Vivi said it can be dangerous at night.” Nami replied, slightly concerned.

        “We’ll be fine,” you brushed her off, “We can fend for ourselves for a night.” 

        That seemed to do the trick. Nami gave you both one last concerned look before she crawled into her shared tent with Vivi. You and Ace spent a few moments basking in the calmness of the night. Soft snores could be heard from the pile of bodies snuggled up to Chopper.

        You felt Ace shift behind you, trying to lean more into you. You couldn’t help but let a sly smile slip onto your face as you put a bit of distance between the two of you. You could see him panic internally as he whipped his head around, worried that he had done something wrong, only to be met with a charming smile and open arms. Your legs were crossed over each other, creating the perfect spot for him to sit in. He wasted no time as he crawled over to you, sitting in your lap and resting his face in the crook of your neck, relaxing against you. 

        He listened to your steady heartbeat as you wrapped your arms around him, providing him with the security he craved in that moment. He was stressed. He had been hunting Teach for a while now, yet he remained as evasive as ever. Ace was starting to worry that he wouldn’t be able to catch him- that maybe Teach slipped into the underworld, never to be seen again. And even more worrisome, he feared that Whitebeard would be disappointed in him if he were to show up without news of Teach’s defeat. He hated the thought of disappointing his father. 

       Ace was a cocky, confident dumbass (and a stubborn shithead), but you got to see what was beyond that. The clingy side of him that was desperate for reassurance. Only you got to see this. He could truly be vulnerable in your presence. He felt whole when he was with you- he didn’t have to constantly be strong or prove himself to you. 

        Ace didn’t react when he felt you remove his hat, nor when you leaned back onto the log behind you. No words were exchanged between the two of you, the fingers running through his hair doing the talking instead. 

        You’ll be alright. Just relax for tonight. 

        Thank you. 

        You loved moments like these. Despite your rather cutthroat profession, you were a sensitive man. You were also a selfish man, grabbing at these fleeting moments with Ace whenever you could. You both had reputations that you had to maintain, after all. It would probably ruin you both if anyone found out that you were a couple of sentimental fools, but as Ace drifted off in your arms, you couldn’t find it in you to care. 

—————————————————————        

        Which led you back to this moment. You two had left Alabasta earlier that day, bidding farewell to the young pirates, before setting off to this close by island. You inwardly cringed at the thought of your best friend dying, but you had to admit to yourself that it was likely true. Now him taking you with him to meet Luffy and refusing to let you part ways so soon made sense to you.

         Both of you had known that karma was going to catch up to one, if not both of you one day, with the way you were living your lives. You were both impulsive and self-destructive. On top of that, to anyone who was paying attention to the world knew a great shift was coming, and soon, thanks to all the pirates part of the Worst Generation and whatever was happening within the Navy. Whether or not that shift was for the worst, you didn’t know, but you didn’t think you would both be there to witness it. 

        “(Name)!” Ace snapped you out of your trance. “You don’t want me to get down on the ground and beg you, do you?”

        Although Ace’s tone was relaxed and playful, you could tell that he was on edge. That he needed an answer and that answer had to be “yes.” Because if not you, who else? You didn’t truly belong to a crew, or an organization, or anything, for that matter. You didn’t have anyone to hold you back from fulfilling Ace’s wish. 

        You let out a deep sign, fiddling with one of the many rings on your fingers (a nervous tick of yours). “Alright, you win, Ace. You know I can’t say no to you. If- if- something happens to you, I’ll make sure Luffy will be safe. I swear.” 

        Ace immediately perked up upon your agreement and let out a joyous laugh, bringing you in for a side hug. You punched him lightly, offering a smile just as large as his. Although this request of his brought you a great deal of stress and made you even more worried for his inevitable fight with Blackbeard, you couldn’t help but feel happy to have him by your side at this exact moment. Once you parted ways, it would likely the last time you guys would see each other for a while. “Where would I be without you, (Name)?” 

        “Nowhere good, that’s for sure.” You joked. Whatever the future held, you didn’t care in this moment. All the mattered was that you and Ace were together and at peace. “How about we get some dinner, my treat? Pick any place you’d like and order as much as you want. I sure as hell won’t stop you!”

        The both of you laughed and talked together as you made your way into the nearby town, ready to bar hop until dawn. Luckily for you, you still had that 350,000 Berry you got in Alabasta, so you had plenty to blow on Ace and his tremendous appetite. 

        You could hear doors slam and lock as the two of you strolled through town, though it bothered neither of you. The chains on your pants jingled in tune with the sharp sounds of gasps. They might not have recognized you, but the mark of Whitebeard’s infamous Jolly Rodger was inked into Ace’s back, giving anyone with common sense enough of a reason to leave the two of you alone. 

        Ace slung an arm over your shoulders and pointed to one of the few bars that were still open. “Let’s go there. I’ve heard some good things about this bar- they gotta have some good grub!” 

        “As you wish.” You agreed, giving him a large, toothy grin. 

        The bar cleared out almost immediately as the two of you set foot inside. Men twice your size were cowering in the far corners of the bar, some of them giving you stares full of resentment and disgust. You could hear a few of them call Ace names under their breath, but neither of you paid any mind. They could hate him all they wanted, but they wouldn’t do anything to either of you. They couldn’t do anything. 

        Night started to pass quickly as soon as you started eating and drinking. Ace packed away his eighth plate of roasted pork, tearing into the tender flesh as voracious as a starved dog, while you worked on your second keg of beer. Your laughter filled the bar, flowing like alcohol as you each took turns to tell jokes and stories. 

        The two of you repeated this process for the next few hours, bar hopping, cleaning out all their food and alcohol, then moving onto the next place until early dawn light blinded you both. You had eaten and drank as much as the bar owners allowed before inevitably making you pay and kicking you out. At the end of the night, you had spent well over half your money, but you couldn’t be happier. There’s no one you’d rather blow money on than Ace. 

        Soft pink and purple light flooded the sky, covering you and Ace in its beautiful glow. You were both laying on the sandy beach, drunk as can be, giggling for a reason you both had forgotten. You couldn’t have asked for a better night with him, and you hoped Ace felt the same way. 

         Ace watched the sunrise with you in a comfortable silence, both of you trying to fight off the buzz from the alcohol. Eventually, the sun got too bright for your eyes, and you broke the silence with a groan. Ace chuckled, then sat up, stretching and cracking his back. He offered you a hand, which you quickly took, and he helped you to your feet. 

        “I think it’s time we part ways for now.” Ace commented sadly, cheeks still flushed from the alcohol.

        “I agree,” you muttered, offering him a  smile. “I need to get back to the New World. Got a job.” 

         You offered you hand to Ace for a handshake, but were instead pulled into a hug. His touch lingered for a few moments too long before he pulled away. You finally let the weight of his request sink in as he walked over to his Strider. He wanted you to watch over Luffy. His only living brother. You turned away as Ace got into his boat, drunken tears starting to pool at the corner of your eyes. What an honor it was. You silently vowed to whatever god would listen that Luffy would never be killed as long as you were around.

        You missed the longing look he threw you from over his shoulder before he left.

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