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vmpiires · 4 months

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𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

„𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃”

: ̗̀➛ GENERAL CONTENT!!!

: ̗̀➛ afab!reader, possible gore, blood, death (?). not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 1.40K

* dark mode recommended

* do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; imma switch it up a lil. i been going through writers block cuz i can barely think of plots for myself. sum scary cuz why not??

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what a night. an incredible amount of men and women died this particular night. interesting. why? how? who would’ve done such a thing? a pure red dagger cut through the flesh of these people. now, these cuts weren’t quite deep at first…but they began to get more deep and the deaths were more brutal than the last.

bleeding through the mask, a red substance peered out of the fabric of the eyeholes. a 5’11 figure, wearing an all black robe looked down at their victim. they bend down before stabbing into their victim repeatedly.

the deed was done. “that was easy…” they thought. they would remove the mask to give themself some air. they took a breath. a pair of dead eyes fluttered, adjusting to the dark room that was lit with dim lights. eyes narrowed, staring at the blood that was splattered across the floor and the wall before a sinister smile stretched across their lips.

a beautiful night it was…for him, that is.

“that’s so sad…all those poor people.” your mother said as she looked at the tv, explaining the incidents. you sucked on your bottom lip, feeling the unsettling energy kick into your system. finding all those bodies around the shibuya station. you heard a name being tossed around called the “shibuya slasher”.

it felt like a horror movie. hearing this made your stomach turn. your mother placed your dinner down in front of you and smiled softly. “you eat good, okay? and don’t waste it. put it in the refrigerator or the microwave if you don’t want it.”

you nod at your mother’s simple request and begin to eat after thanking her. you turn the channel to something more happy. you didn’t wanna be depressed and scared while you ate your favorite meal.

later that evening, you make your mother aware that you would be hanging out with your boyfriend for a couple hours. though, she agreed that this was fine, she’d warn you about the shibuya slasher one final time. you assure her that you’d be fine and you leave in a hurry.

two twintails bounced lightly as the owner’s head turned to look at you. their lips stretched into a smile as you entered the car.

“hey,” the deep voice says, sounding slightly excited at the sight of you. it was definitely a change compared to how he usually sounded. his voice was low adverb and it would catch you off guard if you never heard it or if the room was filled with silence and he began to speak.

“hi, cho!” you beam at the male, leaning over to kiss his cheek, to which his pale cheeks flushed a reddish color.

“did you hear the news? that slasher case is…interesting.” choso queries as he begins to drive away from your home, on the way to your next destination, wherever it may be. you sigh and nod, not feeling up to talk about the case. you didn’t like it. it made you sick actually.

“yes, i heard,” you reply, “but it’s…not something i wanna talk about now. we should just enjoy our time together…and maybe do our thing.” a smirk is plastered onto your face and choso has that usual dull expression on his face but he nods.

“very well…”

the two of you spent your evening at a fair, playing the games, eating…even though choso wasn’t really eating. he was just enjoying his time with you. before the night was over, the male had gone do the bathroom, washing the blood from his hands after he had finished another deed. just the sight of seeing you talking to another man drove him up the wall.

it was a bit hard for him to kill in a social setting like this but his body reacted before he could even think. choso came back to you and took your hand and led you back to you car. as you sat in the passenger seat, you noticed a small red stain on his neck. it looked fresh too.

“um…choso, you got something red on your neck.” you spoke up. you wanted to touch it but you didn’t want to distract choso from driving either.

“nothing.” he answered bluntly.

as the weeks passed on, the shibuya slasher was still on their killing spree. your mother would drill it into your brain to watch your surroundings and be careful to not get kidnapped or anything. as annoying as you thought it was, you know your mother was just looking out for you…so of course you take her advice.

out of curiosity, you and a male friend of yours make your way to shibuya station. because it was a bit late at night, the station was empty. you and your friend would have conversations about anything you could possibly think of. completely ignoring the fact that a killer would be nearby.

this is where the murders took place, after all…

amongst your talking between the two of you, there was a sound. it sounded like footsteps and something dragging. you were pretty sure no one was here…maybe you just assumed and didn’t think that maybe some janitors would be here. even the night security guards would probably be here….but there was no one.

your friend wanders off to go check the sound and tells you to wait…but your anxiety was starting to kick in and you didn’t wanna be left alone in a station where you could get kidnapped or murdered. you and your friend go towards the sound, you trailing behind because you were that nervous.

the two of you tread lightly and slowly as if you were attempting to sneak around and locate the noise and confront the person…if there is one. but that’s when you saw it…such speed and power. you saw nothing like it….but you did. it was familiar. that red arrow piercing through the flesh and the skull and eventually the brain, drilling a hole into its victims.

you scream and jump back when you see a 5’11 figure wearing a ghostface mask and a black robe, holding a pure red blade. there was a crimson substance staining the mask…but you were guilty. you couldn’t be scared when you were guilty of a killing yourself.

staring down at the body beneath you, you suddenly feel your tense body relax. blood travels over to the drain and you glance up at the figure in front of you who had been in the middle of removing their mask. revealing their true face.

in front of you was a pale face with blood streaming down its nose and cheeks. even on the side of the owner’s head. you also noticed a little bit of blood coming from their ear but it didn’t concern you as much as their dead eyes that had black rings around them and their brown hair sticking to their face.

“there you are, princess,” choso smirked at you, lifting his bloodstained glove to place under your chin, staining your soft brown skin. his eyes traveled down to your outfit.

“did you wear this for me?”

you put your hands around his arm gently and looked up at him. the two of you were smiling at each other as if death was your favorite thing to bond over. well, the both of you had the same game. killing for each other. that was the goal.

“i do everything for you.” you reply. this only made choso’s existing smile grow. it was sinister but there was also something about it that you liked. you couldn’t place a finger on it.

“good girl…”

despite the blood the was covering the both of you, choso smashed his lips against yours, biting and sucking on your lip whenever he got the chance to. you felt his tongue slip into your mouth, making you moan in between the kiss.

he pulled away from you and took a glance down at his mess, then at you. “did i overdo it?”

any normal person would tell him yes but you were obviously just as unhinged as he was. you shake your head no as your answer.

“no…you didn’t do anything wrong.” you answered. “you just wanted to keep me safe, right?”

“that’s right. i just wanted to keep you safe.” choso dropped the mask down and pushed a lot of pressure against his blade, making it shatter.

“and nobody will ever get near you again.”

𝐄𝐍𝐃.

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thesims4blogger · 5 months

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The Sims 4: New Game Patch (December 5th, 2023)

Following last week’s Laundry List, there is a new game patch out today in preparation for the release of The Sims 4 For Rent Expansion Pack this Thursday (December 7th).

If you have auto updates enabled in Origin’s “Application Settings”, the game will auto-update once you open Origin. If you have auto-updates disabled, you will need to manually update by clicking the game in your library.Advertisement

To ensure your game is up to date, check the game version found in Documents > EA > The Sims 4 > GameVersion.txt. Your game should now read: PC: 1.103.250.1020 / Mac: 1.103.250.1220 / Console: 1.84

Sul Sul Simmers!

The newest expansion pack has been freely living in all our heads and For Rent is finally due! The Property Owner is coming to visit in just a few days, but in the meantime there’s a couple of Base Game additions and a bevy of fixes to call out and share. Our favorite SimGuruNova is going to go into details below. Thanks all!

– SimGuruNinja

What’s New?

Sink Assignments

The jig is up for Sims who had a penchant for shoving Harvestfest turkey bones down the drains of those poor, poor bathroom sinks. Starting today, all sinks can now be designated as Kitchen or Bathroom sinks.

The assignment you choose determines whether hands or dishes are autonomously washed in them. Unless, of course, you live for the chaos and assign the wrong labels to each sink. We won’t stop you from letting your Sims continue to be little freaks!

Switch Control to This Household

Listen, as much as we love the Manage Worlds screen, every healthy relationship requires a bit of space. So, we’ve declared a bit of independence from Manage Worlds, giving you the chance to switch your active household from Live mode directly with the “Switch Control to This Household” interaction! While we added this as a means to switch between units of your Residential Rental more seamlessly, this interaction will be available on the front door of all occupied residences, not just Residential Rental units. Rejoice with me, my fellow rotational gameplay Simmers!

Base Game Additions That’ll Knock Your Shoes Off

In celebration of the release of For Rent, we have a few housewarming goodies coming to the Base Game. Along with a cozy new outfit that’ll have your Sims lounging in style, Sims can now interact with the Men’s Shoe Rack and Women’s Shoe Rack items from Base Game to set rules for the house determining whether or not shoes are removed at the door. Which means everyone will know whether or not your Sim is wearing socks under those sneakers (please, for my sanity, make sure they are!)

Bug Fixes

Base Game/Multipack

Quick Meal interactions on fridges have been renamed to “Quick Meal or Drink” and “Microwaved Quick Meal or Drink”. Gone are the days of “Glass of Milk” erasure!

Sims who finish their drinks while also eating will now make sure to finish their meal afterward. That’s right, Mrs. Landgraab, chugging your Juice on the Rocks doesn’t count as “girl dinner”.

Child Sims with the Genius trait will no longer gain the Want to Solve Hard Problems, They’ll have to wait a few years before diving into such complex abstraction.

Sims with a Fear of Fire will no longer be tormented by constant, unavoidable fires starting while they are cooking.

On a somewhat related note, Sims will no longer be given the option to Cook Together on broken stoves.

In an attempt to curtail unwarranted surreal horror gameplay, household members should no longer randomly be labeled as neighbors and become unable to use doors.

In the spirit of respecting the laws of physics, towels hung on the wall are no longer translucent when hit with natural light.

Though they are things of beauty, certain columns will now, indeed, fade away… when they would otherwise be blocking the camera in Live Mode.

Sims will no longer be constantly using their phones at every hour of the day. Not a cell phone in sight, just simulated people living in the moment. Beautiful.

Hairy houseguests deciding to shave in your Sim’s bathroom will no longer cause the game to freeze.

Sims should now actually be able to finish writing songs. Perhaps those of us with closets full of unfinished projects should take notes.

Child Sims will now only have age-appropriate thought bubbles.

After plenty of confidence building exercises, certain table lamps will no longer snap to the wall when placed and will be comfortable standing wherever you place them.

Infants who age up in a dirty diaper will no longer produce stink clouds as if forced to wear that dirty diaper into adulthood (Rest assured, I hated writing that just as much as you hated reading it).

Sims will thankfully no longer slip and fall in mud puddles while holding an infant.

Adjusted frequency of body hair on randomized Sims to be slightly less excessive.

Some of the less friendly toddler and infant hairs have been taught proper conflict resolution and will now play nicely with hats.

Sims living on Private Dwelling lots are now willing to make exceptions for food deliveries. Because everyone loves a good pizza, even territorial curmudgeons.

Basement stairs should now play nicely with terrain when the lot has a raised foundation.

Changing foundation height should no longer stop windows from being placed on curved walls.

Sims have learned what it means to be that guy and will no longer constantly ask “What Happened?” for no apparent reason during conversations.

Sims who would invite themselves over and make themselves a little too welcome have relearned their manners and should now knock.

Much to the disappointment of illusionists everywhere, glass walls over basements should no longer hide basement walls when viewed from above.

We’ve educated Sims on the dangers of over-caffeination, so autonomous coffee making/drinking should happen a bit less frequently.

Blonde gardeners and redhead pizza deliverers everywhere can breathe a sigh of relief, because parents with graying hair swatches are now more likely to have children that match their base hair color, rather than unexpected red or blonde hair.

When loading back into a save and entering Manage Worlds, there’s no longer a chance that occupied lots appear empty.

A previously unnamed PooHoo bush has now discovered its true name.

Console

Hitting the Undo button on the controller no longer pulls up the search bar in Build Mode.

Kits

The nails from Poolside Splash are now tagged for both masculine and feminine frame Sims.

As fun as it was, Sims should no longer grow a second pair of feet when wearing the retro bikini from Poolside Splash.

Laundry Day

Hampers can now be dragged in and out of Sim inventories in Live Mode. The excuses for putting off laundry end here!

Dirty cloth diapers will now go into laundry hampers, where they belong, rather than the floor, where they do not belong.

Dream Home Decorator

The Standard Gas Oven by Blazin’ Ladles no longer disappears when placed on lots. May your ladles remain ever ablaze…

My Wedding Stories

Certain veils should no longer force Sims to have red hair (seriously, what is it with this update and red hair?)

Werewolves

Werewolves will no longer autonomously Check On infants during their rampage. And thank goodness for that.

Seasons

Plants no longer revert to dirt piles in dormant phases, and instead will simply stop growing. They should also now only become dormant when entering their off seasons, at the appropriate time.

Get Famous

Sims who have chosen to forgo the spotlight will no longer gain unwanted fame.

Cottage Living

Sims will now retain the Heroic Haggler buff when buying discounted items at village shops after haggling. Let them enjoy their Karen moment!

Your Sims will no longer be doomed to a life of Sisyphean crafting endeavors. They should now be able to complete the task to create a Cross-Stitch for the Taste for Adventure errand.

High School Years

The pink swatch of the Benchmark Seating chair is no longer masquerading as blue in the preview.

Teens who get more than 250 Social Bunny followers should now be able to complete the third level Admired Icon aspiration.

Growing Together

Playing other households will no longer cause Sims to forget certain achieved Milestones. In other words, the game will neither gaslight nor gatekeep your girlboss Sims anymore.

We gave that creepy tree in San Sequoia a stern warning. It should no longer be encroaching upon the buildable area of the Sequoia Cottage lot.

Sims will no longer earn the First Promotion milestone when getting a new job, no matter how much your Sim is willing to be annoying and debate the semantics of that.

Toddlers should now be able to Sing a Song with infants without being interrupted.

Horse Ranch

Your adorable little money laundering scheme has yee’d its last haw! Sims will no longer receive double the stated number of Simoleons for selling mini goats and sheep.

Sims riding horses should now have an easier time saying howdy (and other things) to other horses nearby.

Sims will no longer be taunted by an unreachable log filled with frogs in Chestnut Ridge.

The era of heavy metal square dancing has waned. Sims will now only autonomously perform Cowpoke Dance if Ranch music is playing.

For Rent

Fixed an issue where rent could go into negatives or be excessively high.

#news #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #for rent #expansion pack

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nanowrimo · 1 year

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Four Traps that can Kill your NaNoWriMo Novel

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. Dabble, a 2022 NaNoWriMo sponsor, is an easy-to-use writing tool that lets you organize, plot, and create amazing stories. Today, Dabbler Robert Smith shares some tips on how to avoid some common writing pitfalls:

Writing a novel is a journey that can be fraught with peril, challenges, and obstacles. Like any good adventurer, it’s best to be prepared for the traps that lay ahead.

1. Distractions

We’ve all been there: we planned out time to write, but then macaroni explodes in the microwave and all that time is suddenly gone. Or maybe that’s just me.

Regardless of the pyrotechnic capabilities or your cheesy pasta, you’ve probably found yourself distracted from writing before.

There are tons of studies proving how distractions tear down our ability to perform. The best thing you can do is remove as many distractions from your environment as possible. Here’s how to do it:

Set up your writing space to be boring (but not uninspiring!).

You can’t write effectively with a movie on.

You can’t write effectively while talking to someone.

You can’t write effectively while cleaning up macaroni.

Leave tech elsewhere.

You don’t need your phone while writing (unless you’re writing on it).

Hide your most distracting items far away from your writing space.

Turn off pop-up notifications on your laptop, especially email.

Set your writing app to focus mode.

You just need to be alone with your words and notes.

Dabble automatically fades to focus mode when you write.

2. Perfectionism

This one can get the best of even the most experienced writers. When you’re writing a draft, let it be a draft.

Some people will have a higher tolerance for their own grammar mistakes than others. But, if you find yourself grinding to a halt each writing session just so you can rephrase each sentence to achieve beautiful prose, you’re probably letting perfectionism kill your novel. Here are some tips to get past perfectionism:

Turn off grammar and spell check.

I know that this sounds blasphemous, but it really can help with momentum.

You can toggle these on and off super quickly in Dabble.

Set some “no backspace” time.

This one can be even scarier than the last.

This strategy also gets easier with practice.

3. Imposter Syndrome

So you’re all set for those words to flow and that book to come to life. Then even more macaroni erupts in the microwave. You don’t know where all this pasta keeps coming from, and suddenly you’re convinced you’ll never be a writer.

Okay that might just be me again, but you know what I’m talking about. Especially with creative endeavors, imposter syndrome plagues our minds. Here are some tips to get past it:

Read more drafts.

You are probably comparing your work in draft form to completed novels.

Find a writing group to read more drafts and gain community support.

Look up what your favorite authors have said about the drafting process.

Edit your work.

If you’re having trouble believing you’re a good writer, take some time to polish your writing.

This might help you prove to yourself that you’re better than you think.

Be careful not to let this kill your writing momentum.

4. Messy Process

We’ve all been there: notes, pages, and ideas all spread between desks, journals, and apps. It can get messier than a (two-time) macaroni-covered microwave.

Have you ever had an amazing idea, written it down, and then never found that note again? I know I have.

It’s worth taking the time to consider the time cost of each step in your process, from generating ideas to editing your manuscript. Here are some tips:

Write down each step in your process.

Look for steps that can be condensed

Look for better processes

Keep everything in one place.

The best way to make sure you always have what you need is to keep it all together.

Dabble is organized into projects where you can store images, links, notes, plot points, and your manuscript all together.

Make sure it’s a place you can access anywhere (like Dabble). You don’t want to lose ideas.

Now go forth and conquer! May your words be plenty and your stories ring true.

Robert Smith is a Dabbling Writer, and a Writing Dabbler.

All NaNoWriMo participants can use the discount code NANOWRIMO22 for 20% off 1 year of Dabble!

Top photo by Thomas Franke on Unsplash.

#nanowrimo #writing #writing advice #writing tips #nanowrimo 2022 #by nano sponsor #dabble #robert smith

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manicpixxiedreambitch · 4 months

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I need a second opinion. So I’m writing a book, right? In the book, two young children are sent to live with their aunt and her wife after their own parents were deemed abusive and sent to jail for drug use. The children do not fully understand that their parents were abusive, nor do they understand their parents did drugs. I thought it would be a good running joke/essential part of the story that these children suspect that their aunt and her wife are fae. This originally started when their mother (who was homophobic) bitterly said that their aunt and her “roommate” (aka her wife) were fairies (in the derogatory term). The children, not understanding the concept of homophobia or the fact that their mother was using a slur, thought she was calling them fairies in the fairytale book kind of way. The older sibling, the boy, is skeptical of this and says that fairies don’t exist, while his sister has the opposite perspective. The children throughout the story seem to suspect their aunts are fairies and debate over this constantly. The aunts’ behaviors and lifestyle in this story also seems to reinforce their belief, because the children don’t quite understand that normal parents don’t abuse their kids. The aunts live in a beautiful cottage with a lovely garden (it has a sign planted near the mailbox that says “Welcome to the Fairy Cottage”) and it’s in a beautiful small town (one of those small towns where everyone knows everyone) with beautiful and unique people who are kind. The children are pushed to believe their aunts are magical fairies on accident.

Things their aunts do that are apparently “magical”:

One of them has a prosthetic leg

They are both good cooks (their parents only ever used microwave meals) and use herbs in their cooking to help the children’s health.

When the little girl wet herself one of the aunts ran her a bath at the temperature she wanted and put a “potion” in the bath that calmed her down (it was lavender soap) without yelling at her.

One of the aunts is an amazing singer. The other plays piano. They both love to dance. At one point the piano plays itself while they dance. (Its one of those pianos with a self-playing mode)

They understand when the little girl references her synesthesia.

They have a “witch shed” in the back yard. At one point when the little girl is sick, one makes her some tea that helps her feel a little better.

Their house has a bit of a Howls Moving Castle vibe.

They are patient with the children and don’t scream.

One has ADHD and shows symptoms

Upon realizing that the little girl has autism, they took her to a doctor/psychiatrist and got her diagnosed and medicated for it, which helped her. She thinks the pills are magic because they help her function better and she didn’t have too much access to medicine with her parents.

They sewed the leg back on a stuffed animal the older one ripped.

Anyway, last year when I said what the running joke is one of my friends got upset and said that it wasn’t something to joke about (even though this is not meant to be disrespectful or hurtful or offensive, but rather a piece of commentary on the world in the eyes of children) I of course, defended this because I myself am bisexual and thought it would be interesting and a little humorous. Keep in mind, the word fairy is only referenced to have been used as a slur once. The rest of the time it is used, it references the mythical creature with wings. I love the book I am writing so much and this piece of the story is a big part of why I started writing it in the first place, and I would hate for this storyline to have a negative effect on the readers. Should I change it? Is it considered offensive if it’s displayed like this? I’m not trying to make fun, or say that using slurs is funny and okay at all. I just think fairies are neat and children have wild imaginations and lesbians are cool.

#book writing #second opinion

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dimonds456 · 10 months

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so. apparently i'm malnurished. (vent/PSA below)

Protip: when you move out to live on your own, DO NOT only eat microwavable food. This will actually kill your body.

I am now at a point where I cannot eat anything that has preservatives or too much sodium (salt) in it. I do not know how to cook for myself, and am now living on nightmare mode because my brain is actively rejecting anything I eat that isn't fresh. I've been okay so far, but my weight, strength, general brain-ing, and other disabilities have all been on a steady decline since I moved out of my parent's house two years ago.

My mental state has also been spiraling with it. My anxiety is 10x worse than it's ever been in my life, causing me to panic over the smallest little things for no real reason. Now that I know that my diet has been slowly killing me, this makes sense.

It also explains why I'm so fucking cold all the time, or why all my symptoms for all of my disabilities have gotten worse. I cannot even take my 5-minute walk home from work without being winded, or even play piano because my arms will hurt from holding them out for too long, simply because I do not have enough energy/strength in my body because I wasn't eating correctly.

This time last year I was convinced I was going to die, and part of the reason why was because A) I was on the wrong dosage of methamizole (which I need to live) and B) I kept missing doctor's appointments. And, now, apparently C) because all I'd been eating at the time was those $1 pot pies and Ramen food packs.

I physically cannot eat frozen foods anymore, I actively cannot. Like literally cannot, my body won't let me even swallow it.

I'm literally living on Sudden Death Mode because this has been building for two years and I never fucking realized until about a month and a half ago, and didn't do anything about it until last fucking week.

Don't do this. PSA.

I now have to speed-learn how to cook my own meals, by myself, while juggling work and taking into account how many spoons (read: energy) I have for that day and trying to just make it. If I don't have the energy to cook anything, then I won't have any food for the next day, and then that'll make me have even less energy.

I'm realizing now that this shit, this shit right here, is probably the core of why I've been acting so off recently. It all stems back to what I've been eating. It's been actively affecting my brain for TWO YEARS, like no shit I don't feel as creative as I did before I left, I've been eating nothing but garbage and now my body is starting to rot with it!

Hopefully I can get the hang of cooking fast, otherwise I am fuuuucked.

#dimond speaks #vent #food #nutrition #please read this if you can. i put it under a read more because i know shit like this can make people uncomfortable/squicked #but honestly i think bringing attention to this could save a life.#I just gotta find a different way of phrasing it and i'll make a different post that wont be a vent #but right now i am. not in a good place fgshdjak #also yes you can reblog this #and yes you can ask me to tag something

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grahamfolgersdeliciousnotebooks · 3 months

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The trip to the safehouse took over seven hours – four and a half hours spent on a train from London to Edinburgh, twenty minutes spent in Waverly waiting for the next train, forty-five minutes spent traveling from Edinburgh to Stirling, nearly an hour huddling under a cold and drippy bus stop in Stirling, then a final forty-five minute bus ride to the small and unassuming town where Basira thought they might be safe – and Jon did not sleep for a single minute of it.

He couldn’t, even if he’d wanted to. His nerves were utterly frayed. It felt as though his body had been stuck in fight-or-flight mode from the moment he’d found Martin’s tape, and nothing – not the gentle rocking of the train, not the soothing silence of the late-night air, not the fact that Martin was curled into the seat beside him, hand still loosely wrapped around Jon’s even while he slept – could convince his body that the danger had passed.

And, well, it wasn’t as though his mind was fully convinced of that fact, either. Lukas was dead, but there was no reason to believe the Lonely would release its grip on Martin so easily. He hadn’t dissolved into a wisp of fog, like Jon’s nervous system remained convinced he would if Jon let him out of his sight for even a moment, but he still seemed… off. Like he’d been thawed in a microwave – still frozen to the touch in some places, burning hot in others. He’d flinched the first Jon tried to touch him, but by the time they got settled on the train he was all but clinging to him, grabbing Jon’s hand and pressing it to his chest like a security blanket.

When they stopped by a convenience store in Waverly – buying milk, tea, instant noodles, frozen vegetables, whatever they could find that might hold them over until they could have a proper grocery run, plus a few sandwiches for the trip – he seemed normal. He’d loosened his grip on Jon’s hand but hadn’t let it go altogether, and he’d had strong opinions on what kinds of tea they ought to buy, and he even managed a quiet snort when Jon suggested they get one of every variety just in case. But by the time they’d found a bench to sit on while they ate, he was gone again. His expression had fallen back into that awful, blank, dissociative haze, and only after repeated prompting did it occur to him to eat. When Jon asked him if he was alright, all he would say was “Fine.”

Mostly, though, he’d been asleep. Jon was glad. Much as he might want to talk things out, the fact was that Martin had earned a bit of a rest. He spent the majority of the seven-plus hour trip snoring gently into Jon’s shoulder while Jon held his sleepless, restless vigil beside him. When Martin shifted in his sleep, Jon turned his head to bury his nose in Martin’s hair. He smelled like sea salt, and like rain, and like whatever cheap shampoo he used – a sharp, overtly-synthetic scent that probably got marketed with some nondescriptive, performatively masculine name like Ice Shard, or Ocean Blast, or Power Sport.

“Stay with me,” he whispered into Martin’s hair. “Please, Martin. I can’t lose you.”

By the time they reached the safehouse, he was well and truly exhausted. He barely had time to take in the room that the front door opened up into – a dusty little kitchen that might optimistically be referred to as “cozy” but more realistically would be described as “cramped” – before he stumbled into one of the chairs at the kitchen table.

Martin flicked on the lightswitch, bathing the room in the butter-yellow glow of an ancient incandescent filament.

“Should I put the kettle on?” he asked.

Jon nodded. He meant to say something affirmative, but he found he was having trouble opening his mouth. He set his head down on the table, and told himself he was only going to rest his eyes for a second.

Jon didn’t think he was asleep for very long. When he woke up, he woke in stages. For a few minutes, he was “awake” by only the broadest definition of the term. His eyes were open, he was vaguely aware of his surroundings, but his brain was not processing anything. Instead he just floated on a warm, sleepy bubble of contentment, lulled by the familiar sounds of tea being brewed.

Then his memories returned to him with all the urgency of a shot of adrenaline to the heart. He sat bolt upright and whipped his head around in a muddled, desperate search for Martin, where was Martin, Martin was gone–

A hand came to rest on his shoulder, and he relaxed. Martin was here. He hadn’t been pulled back into the Lonely, or killed by the NotThem, or arrested for Peter’s murder. He was standing beside Jon’s chair with a cup of tea in hand, whole and unharmed.

“Bad dream?”

“No,” Jon shook his head, and he really mustn't have been asleep that long, if his regular selection of nightmares hadn’t had a chance to get started. “Jus’ worried.”

“About what?”

“You.”

“Oh.” Martin blinked. “I’m sorry,” he said, but he said it exactly the same way he had in the Lonely. His voice was detached and distant, like he was observing his own emotions at an arm’s length and was faintly surprised at what they turned out to be.

“Don’t be sorry,” Jon replied. “Only fair, really, given how many times you had to worry about me.”

“I did, didn’t I?” Martin mused in that same dispassionate tone. “I don’t miss that. Thought I would, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“When Peter offered me that deal, I think he thought that was a selling point. He never did really understand people. He’d talk about giving me an ‘escape from my grief’ as though I wanted that–” There was still an upsettingly clinical edge to Martin’s voice, relaying his memories as though they had happened to someone else, but a bit of emotion was beginning to creep in. “–but honestly, that was the worst part. You were… gone, and my grief was all I had left of you. The idea of not even being able to miss you anymore… God. It felt like I was betraying you, it felt– it felt worse than if he’d just asked me to kill you.” At some point, Martin had started crying. He lifted his hand to his cheek and looked surprised when it came back wet. “God, talking about this is bringing it all back up.”

Jon steered him into a chair and grabbed his hand. “I’m so sorry, Martin–”

“No, this is good,” Martin said. “Jon, I feel awful!” Jon started to point out that that didn’t seem good, actually, but Martin cut him off. “I didn’t think I’d feel anything this strongly ever again.”

And Jon could see how that was a good thing. “I’m… glad,” he said, squeezing Martin’s hand. “But if you’re going to remember how to feel emotions, perhaps we could start with some better ones? You must have some good memories you could talk about? Granted, with how the past few years have gone…”

Martin cocked his head, considering. Jon found himself painfully aware that Martin was running his thumb in absentminded circles around Jon’s knuckle while he thought.

“Do you remember when I first moved into Document Storage?” Jon nodded. “We’d never really talked before outside of work, and– and it wasn’t like we talked all that much then, but it was– it was nice. It was the first time I ever really understood why Tim and Sasha liked you. I remember I told some dumb joke, and– and I don’t even remember what the joke was but you laughed, and all of a sudden I thought, ‘Oh, okay. I get it now.’”

“I, um.” Jon cleared his throat. “I don’t remember the exact verbiage but I think it was a play on the phrase ‘the early bird gets the worm.’”

“That sounds… terrible.”

“It was,” Jon agreed. It had stuck with him precisely because it was terrible. For weeks afterward, he would think back to that moment, and curse himself for laughing at something so trite, and said by Martin of all people, and he didn’t stop to consider any other reasons why he kept returning to the memory of Martin making him laugh. “You could barely finish the joke because you started laughing halfway through.”

“Oh, God. I didn’t.”

“You did.”

“Oh, God,” Martin repeated.

It all seemed so close all of a sudden. Like the gulf of three years and a thousand traumas had all disappeared, and if Jon simply willed it hard enough, he could go back to that moment – sit with Martin in a Document Storage that had never known infestation, reach out to him with hands that had never been scarred, speak with a voice that had never reached into the depths of a stranger’s mind and pulled out their darkest traumas. Be a person who might, in a thousand years, be worthy of Martin’s affection, instead of the person he was now.

“Did I miss my chance?”

The words slipped out before Jon could think better of them.

“What?”

“I–” Jon gathered his words. “I thought, before the coma, that you might have been… interested in me. And maybe, if I’d worked up the nerve to say something back then, we could have had something. Is it too late for that now?”

Martin drew back, pulling his hand out of Jon’s grip. “I’m not the same person I was.”

“Neither am I.”

“Whatever it was you liked about me back then, I’m not sure I… have it, anymore.”

That was an answer, certainly. One that Jon could accept – should accept, probably. But he couldn’t bring himself to give up just yet, not without a clear and unambiguous answer.

“Is that a yes?” he asked, feeling needy and more than a little pathetic. “I missed my chance?”

Martin hesitated. “You missed your chance with the person you knew.”

“And if…” Jon swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. “If I’m still in love with the person you are now? What then?”

Martin responded to that with a very quiet, “Oh.” And then, to Jon’s horror, he started to cry.

Jon stumbled out of his chair and knelt beside him, driven by an anxious but unfocused need to fix this. “Oh, God, Martin, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed–”

“You’re an idiot,” Martin whispered.

“I am.” Jon wasn’t going to argue with that, not now of all times, when he’d just made Martin cry. What was he thinking? “I’m sorry, you don’t have to–”

Martin cut him off once again. “Of course you still have a chance,” he said, and Jon’s heart stopped. “God knows why you’d want one, but you do.”

Jon reached up to cradle Martin’s wet cheeks. “Because I love you.” Saying it once had loosened his tongue, and it was all too easy to say it again. “Martin, you’re incredible–”

Martin sniffed. “Don’t push it,” he said with a wet laugh. “I’m still getting used to this whole ‘emotions’ thing, remember?”

“I’m–”

“Don’t say you’re sorry,” Martin said before Jon could finish the thought. “You don’t have to be.” He pulled Jon off the floor and into a hug.

Martin’s arms were a firm and solid weight around Jon’s shoulders, and his sweater was soft against Jon’s cheeks. It had the same sea salt smell as his hair had done, but with something warmer and more Martin-y underneath. He let his eyes slip closed.

“Jon?”

Jon stirred awake.

“Did you just fall asleep?”

“No,” Jon lied, badly.

“Alright, let’s figure out where the bedroom is in this place. We can talk more in the morning.”

Jon didn’t argue. He lifted himself up on tired legs and followed Martin through the hallway and into a sparsely-furnished bedroom at the back of the house. As he shrugged out of his jacket and his shoes and took off his belt – the closest thing to changing he had the energy to do – he expected Martin to turn around and explore the rest of the house, get himself situated, put away the groceries. He’d already gotten plenty of sleep. Instead, Martin took off his own shoes and slid into bed beside him.

Jon shifted closer, and Martin wrapped his arms around him once more. As Jon’s eyes drooped shut once again, he heard Martin whisper to him.

“I love you, too, you know. That never changed.”

And then Jon was asleep, secure in the knowledge that Martin would be there when he woke up.

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lericekrispie · 10 months

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Some advice that I've had to learn recently after running away/moving out from home unexpectedly bc of transphobia/homophobia

TAKE PEOPLES GENEROSITY

I've always been a person to give rather than recieve, bit during this part of my life learning how to receive can be hard, but it is necessary. Some things I've learned that helps overcome that mental block-

-if u would do it for them, it's okay

-making sure they know how much it means to them

-making sure that u are spending time and giving back to those who give to you. Especially with older family members- you don't have money to give, but you can give time (UNDEVIDED ENGAGED TIME) hugs, phone calls, texts, and homemade thank you cards (they eat that shit up)

Listen up bad bitches we are trying to live another day. Its time to enter racoon mode. Try to know where you can eat. Plan a pizza night with ur friends and offer to pay for soda, that's like less than 5 bucks. Ask if u can go over to ur grandparents once a week to eat and talk. Go home and steal food while u know ur parents are working. Fast food is off the menu, you get microwave meals for $4 a piece rather than $12 for fast food ur gonna shit out layer anyways. Do things with friends and family you normally wouldnt do if there is evem a sliver of a chance you might get fed at said event or they will feed u afterwords. We are not going to be ashamed of being little racoons and feeding urself whenever and however possible.

This is very messy and done while I'm waiting for my cousin to show up, but take care of urselves! I'm alright and living, and make sure u keep urself alright and living too. <3

#mine #text post #survival #text #advice #running away

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spacetimewithstuartgary · 2 months

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Lab study creates artificial magnetosphere to explore spontaneous excitation of chorus emissions

A dipole magnetic field, created by a ring current, is the most fundamental type of magnetic field that is found both in laboratories and in space. Planetary magnetospheres, such as Jupiter's, effectively confine plasma.

The RT-1 project aims to learn from nature and create a magnetosphere-type high-performance plasma to realize advanced fusion energy. Simultaneously, the artificial magnetosphere offers a means to experimentally understand the mechanisms of natural phenomena in a simplified and controlled environment.

The Ring Trap-1 (RT-1) is an experimental apparatus located at the University of Tokyo. Utilizing high-temperature superconducting technology, a dipole field coil is magnetically levitated, enabling plasma experiments to be conducted in an environment close to that of the planetary magnetosphere.

The whistler mode chorus emission, observed in the space surrounding the Earth, known as "Geospace," is an important phenomenon that is related to the aurorae and space weather. The chorus emission has been actively investigated primarily through spacecraft observations, theoretical studies, and numerical simulations.

While spacecraft are powerful tools for studying the actual space environment, the planetary magnetosphere is a huge and complex system that is difficult to understand in its entirety. Also, it is not easy for human beings to manipulate the space environment.

On the contrary, laboratory settings allow us to create a simplified research object that is extracted from the complex properties of nature in a controlled environment. Therefore, experimental studies are expected to play a complementary role in the observation and theory of understanding chorus emissions. However, it is not straightforward to create a magnetospheric environment in the laboratory. Laboratory experiments on chorus emissions in a magnetospheric dipole magnetic field have never so far been conducted.

A research team from the National Institute for Fusion Science in Toki, Japan, and the Graduate School of Frontier Sciences at the University of Tokyo in Kashiwa, Japan, has successfully conducted laboratory studies on the whistler mode chorus emission using the RT-1 device. This "artificial magnetosphere" has a magnetically levitated superconducting coil to create a planetary magnetosphere-type dipole magnetic field in the laboratory.

Using high-temperature superconducting technology, a 110 kg coil is magnetically levitated in a vacuum vessel, and the generated magnetic field confines the plasma. This unique setup allows operation without any mechanical support structures to the coil, making it possible to generate plasma in an environment akin to that of a planetary magnetosphere, even within a ground-based facility.

In this study, the research team filled the vacuum vessel of the RT-1 with hydrogen gas and injected microwaves to create high-performance hydrogen plasma, primarily by heating electrons.

In the experiments plasmas were generated in various states and investigations into the generation of waves were made. Consequently, a spontaneous production of the whistler wave chorus emission was observed when the plasma contained a considerable ratio of high-temperature electrons.

Measurements were also taken of the strength and frequency of the chorus emission from the plasma, focusing on its density and the state of the high-temperature electrons.

The findings, published in Nature Communications, revealed that the generation of a chorus emission is driven by an increase in high-temperature electrons, responsible for plasma pressure. Additionally, increasing the overall plasma density had the effect of suppressing the generation of the chorus emission.

Through this study, it was clarified that the chorus emission is a universal phenomenon occurring in plasma with high-temperature electrons in a simple dipole magnetic field. Properties revealed in the experiment, including appearance conditions and wave propagation, may enhance our understanding of the chorus emission and related phenomena observed in geospace.

Electromagnetic waves of a chorus emission have the potential to further accelerate hot electrons to higher energy states, leading to the formation of aurorae and satellite failures. These electromagnetic waves, along with energetic particles, play a crucial role in space weather phenomena.

In geospace, when explosive events (flares) occur on the solar surface, they give rise to magnetic storms, causing large fluctuations in the electromagnetic field and generating large amounts of energetic particles. This not only causes satellite failures and impacts the ozone layer but is also known to disrupt power and communication networks on the ground.

With the expansion of human activity today, understanding space weather phenomena has become increasingly important. However, numerous mechanisms and phenomena in this area remain unresolved. The outcome of this study is expected to contribute to a better understanding of the mechanisms behind the diverse space weather phenomena.

In the field of fusion plasma, which aims to ultimately solve energy problems, the loss of particles and structure formation due to interaction with waves is one of the central research issues. A precise understanding of the complex interactions between spontaneously excited waves and plasma is essential for achieving fusion.

Wave phenomena with frequency variations have been widely observed in high-temperature plasmas for fusion, indicating the existence of a shared physical mechanism with the chorus emission.

The findings from this study represent a step forward in comprehending the common physical phenomena found in both fusion and space plasmas. It is anticipated that future research will advance further with increased cooperation between these two fields.>

Whistler waves are one of the fundamental waves propagating in plasma. In chorus emissions observed around geospace and Jupiter, fluctuation events with frequency variations similar to birdsong occur repeatedly. They are thought to be closely related to aurorae and space weather phenomena, such as the production and transport of high-energy electrons.

TOP IMAGE....When the plasma confined in the dipole magnetic field of RT-1 contains a significant ratio of high-temperature electrons (red particles), the spontaneous formation of a chorus emission (white emission lines) is characterized by a variable frequency (sound height) like birdsong. Credit: National Institute for Fusion Science

LOWER IMAGE....In the "artificial magnetosphere" RT-1, originally designed for an advanced fusion concept by drawing inspiration from nature, this study has conducted experiments to understand the natural phenomena and elucidate the conditions for the appearance of a "chorus emission" in space plasma. Credit: National Institute for Fusion Science

#science #space #astronomy #physics #news #astrophysics

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vmpiires · 3 months

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❛ INFINITY — 無限大

choso x f!reader ﾉ MDNI

𑂻𑂴 summary. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ choso’s recurring dream starts to bother him and makes him depressed. wc, 2.17K. dark mode recommended

𑂻𑂴 tags. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ choso (non-curse), mid 90s AU, nsfw, female anatomy, stoner!choso, mentions of suicide, possible sexual content, canon/modern lore mixes, etc.

𑂻𑂴 a/n. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃ㅤ GOOD stuff will happen in the next part i promise. reblog to support meeee and enjoy :D (lmk if you wanna be tagged in the next part)

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same tree, same bright sun, pure silence.

choso was under by a large tree in the park. a familiar area he’s seen more than he could count on both his hands and feet. he wore a white robe and a pair of brown boots. to him, it was an odd combination of clothing but he could get used to it.

for the first time in a while, his hair was pinned up in his two spiky buns, leaving his little bangs to hang above his head. choso’s eyes scanned around the empty field that was accompanied by a single picnic table. his slim eyebrows drawing together at the simple sound of grass being stepped on.

“brother,” he heard a voice call and then there was another voice. they sounded excited about his presence. his cheeks flushed a pink color as salty tears formed in his eyes, threatening to fall once he seen his two younger brothers before him.

the male’s hands trembled as he watched the two hold their arms out to him, waiting for him to join them. he always refused this offer, shaking his head quickly while tears poured down his cheeks. there was a reason why he refused.

“i miss you both, more than anything.” choso finally gave in. his arms were wrapped tightly around the males in front of him while he cried and finally flashed a genuine smile. but there was nothing. choso was lying in the grass, crying and laughing, not even realizing what had happened.

until he opened his eyes.

he felt something lightly poking his side while he eyes stared into nothingness with disdain. his small purple irises would peer behind him, meeting his little brother, yuji’s brown eyes.

“choso, i’m hungry,” he whispered as if he were trying not to wake the male up. as bad as choso wanted to shout, he swallowed and sat up.

“okay, just…gimme a minute, okay?” choso rubbed his eyes and slowly got out of bed. his hair was disheveled and he looked like he hadn’t slept. usually, he’d take his time and go do his hygiene but the most he could do was shower and brush his teeth.

after that, the male would grab a cigarette and light it as he grabbed a bowl from the cabinet to make pancakes. he took a glance at yuji, lifting the cigarette.

“don’t smoke. it’s not good for you.” he advised before taking a drag from it. yuji decided not to ask anymore questions. he would nod and sit with his brother in the kitchen as his breakfast was being made.

“you look tired,” yuji started, “are you okay, did you sleep?”

“yeah, i slept.” choso rasped before clearing his throat. “it’s normal to—feel tired after you just wake up. i’m going back to sleep after you eat.”

once the pancakes were finished, he’d place the plate in front of yuji and then a cup of chocolate milk shortly after.

“make sure you eat all of it. if you don’t want it put it in the microwave….or give it to me, i don’t care. just don’t waste it.” choso said. yuji nodded quickly, thanking choso as he seen the dark haired male traveling to the couch and putting his cigarette in the ashtray before turning over to sleep.

“big brother,” choso heard a familiar voice whisper. it had been about ten minutes into his catnap until he was interrupted by the voice. he shot up from the cushions of the couch, where his face was buried, sweating and panting until he noticed yuji.

“oh….”

“choso, are you okay? i was about to ask if i could go see megumi today. i’ll climb the fence to get there so i don’t have to go through the front door.”

“i…” all the male could do was stare at yuji in a daze. he was staring as if his little brother was talking gibberish. “uh…yeah, go ahead, just don’t hurt yourself.”

yuji smiled and hugged choso before running upstairs, seemingly to go change into some new clothes and pack some things to take with him next door. choso just let out a loud sigh.

hours went by quicker than expected. the neighbors next door letting choso know that yuji would be staying for a few days, only if it was okay with him. choso was still in a bit of a daze and he was starting to feel sick after drinking beers and smoking cigarettes instead of eating.

as he laid still, curled up on the bed, blood was starting to seep from the bandage over his nose, staining his pillow and part of his blanket. the male was too drunk to care though.

upon hearing his phone ringing, he slowly reached for it and answered, not bothering to check who was calling. pushing the device against his ear, he spoke.

“what?” he slurred.

your heart skipped a beat when you heard the male’s deep voice reverberate over the phone and back to you. a smile appears on your face, followed by a light blush.

“hey, you good?” you ask as you place your phone down on the vanity and reach for some nail polish and beginning to paint your fingernails.

“i’m-” choso hiccuped, “i’m really dizzy. and i got blood everywhere and i keep hearing stuff…”

you paused, furrowing your eyebrows, “um…do i need to come over? you don’t sound okay.” there was a silence over the phone before a long sigh was heard.

“no. don’t come over. i don’t like other people in my house. i’m so scared of people.” he groaned, his words still slurring. you shake your head, obviously concerned about his situation.

“no, i’m coming over, send your address.” you insist. “you sound sick and tired. i’ll bring you something to eat too. did you eat?”

“i…” he went quiet. “no…”

“oh my goodness,” you mumbled. you would stand up from your vanity and begin to get dressed, putting the nail polish in your pocket since you decided that you’d finish your nails at his place.

“i’m sorry…” he continued softly, his voice sounding a bit weaker than before. “are you still coming? i’ll send you my address like you asked.”

“yes, choso, i’m still coming. just relax…and go wipe your face if you can.” you say, pulling a coat over your shoulder and grabbing your house keys.

“okay…” you heard choso groan before hanging up.

you sighed, putting your phone in your pocket as you were exposed to the cold weather outside. snowflakes were falling and ice was starting to cover the ground. you head to your car and drive to a nearby fast food restaurant, getting choso and yourself something to eat.

your phone vibrates and you check to see what it is as you sit in the parking lot of the restaurant, eating a bit of your own food as you did. it’s from choso. ‘here’s my address..’

you put the address into your navigation and start to drive in the direction to where choso lived, sighing at the weather conditions periodically.

the door opens slowly when you arrive to choso’s place. he peeks out, eyeing you drunkenly before pulling the door open a bit more. you can see the blood streaming down his face while his eyes drooped downward and the black rings around his eyes darkened.

“you look a mess,” you sigh, pushing yourself through the door because you still didn’t have that much space to get through. you place the food down onto the kotatsu table in the living room and take choso by the hand to take him to the bathroom.

you clean the dry blood and the new blood from his face and trashed the bandage that he always had over his nose.

“you need to give it some air. that’s probably why it bleeds so much.” you say. “come on, let’s go eat.”

when you both made it back to the living room, you would sit down at the table and give choso his food, to which he stared at for a short moment before snapping out of it.

“thank you,” he whispered before silently eating his food. while he’s eating, you notice that he was dozing off and you were about to wake him but his head shot up. you gave a concerned look.

“are you sure you’re okay?” you ask.

“i’m fine,” he yawned before getting up to grab another beer. “you know that dream-” choso pauses to hiccup. “that dream i was talking about? it’s bothering me.”

he lights another cigarette and sits down with you again. “so, i decided to drown myself in alcohol and cigarettes until i die….i wanna see my brothers so bad.”

you quickly take the can of beer from him just after he takes a sip and held it close to you. choso just made a face as if he weren’t very fazed by your action.

“i expected that…”

“talk to me,” you query, “what about the dream that’s bothering you, is it that it’s repeating over and over again?”

“it repeats so much in my head that it drives me insane.” choso replies. “earlier i almost screamed at yuji because i was thinking too much and it made me nervous and upset. it’s hard to go to sleep because i can hear my brothers calling my name.”

choso stops talking, seemingly expecting you to add your input on the situation but you’re completely stunned. hearing him basically say he wanted to kill himself was bothering you enough.

you throw your arms around choso, disregarding the smell of alcohol mixed with cigarettes on his body. choso was looking down at you with his hair covering his eyes. hesitantly, he put his arms around you.

“please don’t hurt yourself over this,” you whisper. “i know it’s tough and it bothers you so much but your brothers wouldn’t want you to end your life for them…especially while you’re drunk. they’d want you to keep going. and who would take care of yuji?”

“i trust you to take him…he really likes you.”

“i can’t replace his brother.” you softly combated, your hand now rubbing his lower back, trying your best to comfort him. “talk to me choso. how did the dream go?”

“do you want me to…sleep?” he asked. you were expecting him to just recite what he remembered but you could tell he needed some shut eye anyway. you nod and let him lay on the couch.

again. the same thing over and over. it’s so vivid choso could feel the environment. he could feel a change if there was one. the cold hands of his brothers touching his face and their wispy voices filling his ears.

it’s a beautiful day. but he hates this day. for some reason it makes him happy. maybe it’s so twisted because he’s so intoxicated.

it happens again. he’s lying in the grass, crying and smiling with nothing beneath him. not even his brothers to hold onto him like they used to.

but he felt something finally put their arms around him. it made his tears fall faster and his face was hot.

“i feel horrible,” choso mumbled. “i’ve done too many attempts to die but they don’t work. why won’t it work?”

“it’s not your turn. keep going.”

his eyes opened and he was teary eyed all over again. you hugged him again and when he hugged you back, it felt more secure and alive than before.

“did you figure anything out?”

“i can’t throw my life away. not yet.”

you smile softly and you kiss his cheek, wiping his tears away as you did.

“don’t cry, you’re okay.” you whispered to him. the way choso was holding onto you, it seemed like he didn’t wanna let go of you.

later on that night, choso finally sobered up a bit, being able to handle himself instead of you carrying him around, giving him assistance. the two of you were lying on the bed together, talking about whatever came to mind to remove the tension in the room.

topics switched consistently from movies to what would it be like to be living someone else’s life who’s got it all together.

“are we like…a thing now?” choso asked you, his head turning slightly into your direction after blowing cigarette smoke up towards the ceiling.

you smile, “do you wanna be a thing?”

“uh…i don’t know, i never had a girlfriend…or talked to a girl before besides my teachers back in high school.” he said quietly. you giggled.

“look, let’s try it out and see how it goes. if it doesn’t go well, we can always be friends, okay?” you said in a suggesting tone. choso looked nervous.

“what if you don’t like it right away, what if it goes bad?”

you kissed him on his lips, quickly taking his breath away. his cheeks were hot and flushed. when you moved away from him, he looked like he had just seen stars.

“can you do that again?”

ending notes. OKAY SO ….apparently the desire disease did pretty good for its first part so i’ll write another part and see how that goes. if ya wanna be tagged for that, lmk. i’ll have another part for this up soon. uhhh sorry for any mistakes if i made any. bye byeee and remember;; reblogs and comments are appreciated

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#jujutsu kaisen #𝐄𝐗𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐈𝐀𝐍’𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𖦹゛#anime #jjk #choso kamo #jujutsu kaisen choso #jjk x reader #jjk choso #choso x black!reader #choso x reader

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ninjagirlstar5 · 2 months

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TeruKadoBiki Headcanons

For Valentine's Day! Woooo!

(Involves Spoilers for SDRA2!)

Hibiki and Mikado like to have little contests between each other. Teruya doesn't really pick a side, he's just like, "have fun! :]"

Mikado infodumbs about magic, programming, and mysterious to Hibiki and Teruya and they both go, listening mode Activated

Teruya and Mikado would kick the shit out of Kanade if they ever see her. Kanade would be their #1 hater alongside Kinjo and Rei, gtjkyfnnkytfn

Hibiki and Mikado always borrows Teruya's clothes (or Mikado's in Hibiki's case). But because of how short Hibiki is, she looks like she's going to drown in their capes and coats.

Hibiki sometimes sings them lullabies whenever they have a hard time sleeping.

Teruya and Mikado get front row seats to Hibiki's concerts. Mikado quickly grows into Hibiki's biggest fan, which surprises Teruya and flatters Hibiki. In fact, she's the reason why Mikado gets into pop music.

Mikado likes to cook Teruya and Hibiki's favorite foods. After improving skills first, though, as in the beginning, Teruya was the only one who actually knew how to cook. Mikado somehow set fire to a pot of water once and Hibiki always ends up undercooking or overcooking her food. Mikado improves. Hibiki does not move beyond microwavable food.

Hibiki still tries to cook for them, especially for their birthdays! Keyword: try. They still appreciate it the thought.

Teruya was the one who taught Mikado and Hibiki how to cook. Cue kitchen shenanigans. (Hibiki still isn't good at cooking but with a bit of help, her food ends up edible.)

Teruya knows how to play the guitar (well, ukulele, really) and ended up teaching Mikado how to play. Hibiki finds guitars to be really distressing, though, due to their association with Kanade, but she tries to teach them how to play Melody Rhythm songs because she knows they enjoy this hobby. Mikado and Teruya try not to play when she's around unless they have her consent.

Hibiki sometimes sings along whenever they play guitar.

Hibiki likes to do Mikado's hair whenever they sit in bed. And whenever Teruya and Hibiki end up having an argument, but then they start making up, Hibiki would start combing through his hair and even helps him with his spikes.

Hibiki is always the first person to fall asleep. Teruya cuddles her as he falls asleep next. Mikado is a night owl so he does most of his work at night and often stays up late to do so. They always have to drag him to bed so he'd freakin' rest! Mikado still ends up staying up anyways because he wants to protect Hibiki from her sister.

Hibiki….lost SO many people in her life. Her friends, her mentors, her bandmates, her parents, and, in a way, her sister. So she's!! Pretty protective of Mikado and Teruya!! And has some abandonment issues so she gets really uncomfortable whenever they're not around or she wakes up and finds that neither of them in bed. Of course, they're quick to reassure her that they're fine and cuddle with her to help her calm down. Or call her if they're not home due to work (Teruya) or is out grocery shopping (Mikado). Teruya and Mikado are also!! Very protective of her!!! And would fight anyone that so much as demean her for being Kanade's twin sister. Mikado has also been through a lot, being an orphan and homeless for most of his life, so Teruya and Hibiki tend to shower him with affection and food. So they're all overprotective of each other due to trauma. Even in a Non-Despair AU, Teruya would still be protective of them because their life is!! Pretty fucked up!!!

Hibiki slowly gets to know Mikado while she becomes fast friends with Teruya. Teruya is pretty normal, so she feels safe enough around him to get close to him. But Mikado is, well, a(n ex-)criminal and has hurt people in the past. So she doesn't trust him right away and takes her time getting to know him more.

Hibiki doesn't go out of her way to do this until Mikado words start hitting a liiiiitle too close to home and ends up relating to him a LOT more than she expected. Mikado, despite accomplishing his goal with meeting Master Utsuro thanks to Teruya's connection with him, ended up feeling empty inside as the meeting did not go well as he got too personal, obsessive, and possessive. And Utsuro saw those red flags, remembered his trauma of being used and abused for his power, and understandably NOPED out of there, telling Mikado to stay away from him and never contact him again. He also ends up getting pissed at Teruya since he was the one to convince him to meet Mikado, but to be fair, he did warn Mikado to keep his…obsession on the downlow. They do make up, but Utsuro is the kind of person that doesn't forgive for a very long time due to trauma so it takes a while. After that, Mikado just feels…lost. Confused. And like everything he's done up to this point was for nothing. He's having trouble understanding why this had happened, and he has…no idea what to do with his life now. Even after he's gone through therapy, he struggles with not overrelying on others as he tends to define himself on his usefulness to others so his self-esteem is…VERY low. Nonexistant, even. Hibiki hates how much she sees Kanade in Mikado…but she also sees…a lot of herself in Mikado as well. He's obsessive and possessive…but he's also lost and confused about how he lived his life up to this point, ignorant to the things that are happening around him until it all blew up in face so suddenly. And now, he had almost…nothing. Just like…her. She is so uncomfortable with how much she relates to Mikado, but it's also one of the reasons why she starts getting to know him better. She wanted to see how much of his integrity and kindness is real, and how much of it is a front like her sisters.

Another reason why she gets to know Mikado was because of Teruya. He was giving him so much kindness and patience despite knowing what he's done and she struggled to understand why. It was one of their first arguments as friends as Hibiki points out that he's done a lot of fucked up shit just to meet ONE guy he saw as a kid, including murder, theft, and ARSON to an ORPHANAGE and that's dangerous to put so much trust in him (valid) while Teruya reminds her that Mikado is also just…REALLY unwell and while that's NEVER an excuse, he needs the therapy to not only improve his mental wellbeing but also himself, and that he's choosing to trust him DESPITE his doubts because Mikado needs a support system of some sort if he's going to be a better person. If no one is willing to give him that chance, Mikado may never learn to unlearn the messed up beliefs he had grown up with (also kinda valid). Hibiki is uncomfortable in putting trust in Mikado especially since the last close relationship she had turned out to be one big fucking LIE…but she also cares about Teruya and his thoughts, too. So she ends up thinking it over at home…and ultimately ends up remaining silent to the authorities alongside Teruya. She may not trust Mikado now but she does trust Teruya and his judgment. At the very least, if this all backfires, she wants to be by his side and support him through that pain if it ever happens. (It doesn't because fuck it, Mikado getting a redeption arc of his own in a way is fun to me and I like healthy platonic or romantic dynamics, dammit.)

Teruya is the most chill between the three of them, as Hibiki and Mikado end up being really chaotic and energetic whenever they're together. And since they're together together, that's almost always once Hibiki moves in with them. He does show his childish side every now and then, but he's usually the one that has to reign them in a little. Basically, it's like this:

Teruya is pretty much Hibiki and Mikado's rock, their pillar of support, you could say. They've both been through A LOT so Teruya does his best to help and support both of them. But even a rock cracks every now and then, and he also has own his issues that he tends to be tightlipped about. He downplays his issues and refuses to talk about them because he believes that they're trivial in comparison to Mikado and Hibiki's trauma. But Mikado and Hibiki are pretty sensitive to Teruya's feelings, so they try to support him just as much as he supports them. Even if his issues aren't as big as theirs, they're still issues that bother Teruya, so they're just as important as theirs and deserves the support. Teruya cries and questions how he ever ended up with two lovable partners in his life.

Whenever one of them is upset, they all just…dog pile on top of each other and just cuddle until they feel better.

If they ever watch a horror movie, Teruya and Hibiki are always the ones to start screaming. Mikado is always laughing whenever someone dies. He purposely sits in the middle so that he can get cuddles from both of them whenever they get scared.

The one time they like Hibiki sleep in the middle, she immediately finds the most uncomfortable position for them as she sleeps. What I mean by that is Hibiki tends to move as she sleeps, so she almost always wakes up in a completely different position by the morning. So Teruya and Mikado end up waking up in the middle of the night with her foot or hand against their faces. They almost never let her sleep in the middle afterwards.

Hibiki saw Teruya and Mikado making out once and went, "Wow, you have horrible taste in men, Teruya. Can't be me, smh." Cut to her a few years later, cuddling and kissing BOTH of them and remembering her exact words and going, "Damn, I played myself."

Whenever Mikado starts to show his worst traits, Hibiki is quick to hold him accountable while Teruya is quick to focus on supporting him first then hold him accountable. They often go back and forth on how to handle Mikado at his worse but they ultimately try to work together as a group.

Teruya and Hibiki are pretty much the rich partners in this polyship. Teurya is the CEO of the Otori Mart and Hibiki was an idol that did charity work so she's pretty financially set...even if she doesn't remember due to Kanade's BS. Mikado didn't exactly have much on him due to being homeless and relying on other people's goodwill. Mikado had moved in with Teruya when the three of them started getting closer to one another.

Mikado is a very affectionate drunk and a lightweight, so he often cuddles and kisses Teruya and Hibiki. Hibiki is also a lightweight due to being short and literally light in weight, so she gets drunk pretty easily too. She's more of a ranty drunk but she's just as clingy as Mikado. It takes a lot to get Teruya drunk, so he's usually the one to take care of them during and after their drinking. He also doesn't like alcohol aside from sake, so it's very hard to get Teruya into a situation where he willingly gets drunk. Whenever he is drunk, though, he gets pretty aggressive and protective of his partners, unwilling to let them go as he cries about his problems.

They love making sandcastles at the beach, even though Mikado haaates the texture of the sand.

Sometimes, when Mikado is upset, he likes to bury his face into Teruya's or Hibiki's chest. They both get flustered by this, but Hibiki even more so.

Whenever Mikado teleports, he sometimes ends up scaring Teruya or Hibiki even though all he wants is to see them.

Their favorite animals go like this: Teruya loves birds, Hibiki loves dogs, and Mikado loves ducks and cats.

Mikado sometimes makes excuses just to get Teruya and Hibiki to come over so he can cuddle them. As if he doesn't always see them in the morning already.

Hibiki haaaates mirrors. Every time she looks at them, she's reminded of her sister and the fact that they're twins does NOT help. She does everything she can do to put as much distance from her as possible that doesn't involve plastic surgery: curling her hair and dying it are common for her and she already does the former anyways. Mikado has similar feelings about mirrors if Alter Ego was involved, so they're pretty much doing the handshake emoji right now. Hibiki sometimes helps him wash his face and hair whenever he refuses to look at them, and he does the same for her.

Teruya bought Mikado a weighted blanket with a space pattern, and he uses it as he cuddles with Hibiki and Teruya. Other times, he just wears it on his shoulders whenever he feels bad.

Hibiki, Teruya, and Mikado all get thematic tattoos together. The theme was solar system cause Mikado loves space, so Hibiki gets the symbol for Earth on her right leg on her upper thigh, Mikado gets the sun/Neptune symbol on his left lower arm, and Teruya gets the mercury symbol on his back.

#SDRA2 #Teruya Otori #Hibiki Otonokoji #Mikado Sannoji #TeruKadoBiki #Super Danganronpa Another 2 #Teruya Otori X Hibiki Otonokoji X Mikado Sannoji #SDRA2 Spoilers #dear lord I really am in deep huh

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shelly-ya · 1 year

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Study 4

Previously:

"Now why don't we plan a trip soon" Mikey turned on his childish mode while everyone deadpanned from the quick change of attitude.

"Mikey!" Was the collected voices heard in the shop as you and chifuyu finished with your shopping and now entering back into the building. You froze at the sight front of you. Everyone was light heartedly laughing and poking fun at each other. But what really stopped you was the fact you had never seen baji with out his glasses.

His fangs poking out while he laughed and glasses in one hand as the other was in his pocket. But to your dismay the sandy eyes that scared you before was back blocking your view of baji. Taking a step back you had nothing to bump into but you ended up tripping on your feet. Trying to regain balance you grabbed the first thing you could and that was the shirt in front of you. Feeling arms hold your hips steady you felt his chuckle rumble under your hold.

"My aren't you clumsy" your doom and saviour joked.

"You can stop touching me now" you said pulling your hands away from his chest. Him not fully releasing you yet.

"Aw I just wanna be friends" he said.

"KAZUTORA!" Baji hissed hitting him on the head.

"Hey come on i was just teasing them" he said rubbing the sore on his head.

"Yeah yeah" he waved off his friend. "You ready for lunch?" Looking up you met his bronze pool of eyes that isn't shielded by the clunky glasses.

"Um y-yeah. Let's eat and get back to work" you stuttered

"Cool hey shinichiro we're going back to the office you got a kettle and microwave right?" Baji called out to the shop.

"Hey wait a minute you little arsonist I will heat what you got to heat up wait for me" shinichiro zoomed into the area you all were in gasping for breathe with his greasy hands on his overalls.

"Arsonist?" You questioned

"So I set fire to one car because I was hungry sue me" he grumbled putting his glasses back on. You pouted a little after loosing the gorgeous sight of his face behind the lens.

"Seriously?" You laughed following the three guys up to the office again..

"You guys saw that pout to right" kazutora asked the boys who were still in the shop.

"Yep and the stare down to" draken said

"Saw what now who was staring down who?" Mikey asked jumping from his perch.

"Nothing never mind mikey" kazutora said looking amused at the back door you all went through.

A couple of weeks have passed by with you tutoring baji and chifuyu before it was finally the weekend before his make up exams. You all decided to have an all nighter the Sunday night before.

"*smack* ouch" baji yelled rubbing his head

"Baji kun you need to remain awake. We need you to remember everything" you said with a rolled up bike magazine in hand waiting for him to keep falling asleep.

"Hey kids couldn't you have chosen some other place to study tonight I wanna go to bed" shinichiro whined as he lay on the open floor hand over his eyes

"Then go to bed already old man can't even stay awake" baji grumbles with pencil in hand as he read over a question

"Who are you calling an old man. If name Chan wasn't here keisuke you would have been dreaming about fires" shinichiro retorted.

"Can you both shut up and do your own things" you almost yelled. Then a loud snore and mumbled was heard on the floor. Looking to the direction of the sound. You saw chifuyu feet under the table and arms spread out as he was out cold.

"*snicker*" baji snorted which in turn made you and shinichiro laugh out loud.

*groan* chifuyu groaned in his sleep and turned around to his side. "Let's go baji san" he mumbled in his sleep and started to snore again. Giggling a little you rested your chin on your hand as you propped on the table.

"He really cares for you baji kun" you said.

"Yeah btw don't you think you could drop the kun now?" He asked not looking up from his paper

"Can I?" You asked

"I don't mind. I mean you are my tutor after all. Just say baji or my first name" shinichiro stood up as baji spoke. He left the room with the door wide open

"Guess he gave up and went to sleep" you said. Only to see him walk in with some blankets. He opened one and threw it over the sleeping chifuyu. And then handed you and baji one each as well. Thanking him as he did so.

"Here why don't you take a nap on the sofa. I'll keep keisuke company" shinichiro smiled and tousle your hair a bit. The sofa was what baji was leaning on at the moment. He leaned forward a bit for you fix yourself as you lay behind him. And pulling the blanket over you. You looked at his side profile for a few seconds before you closed your eye and was sent to dream land.

Baji didn't realise that he fell asleep for some time as he shook his head to relieve the hazy feeling. His head was to the side eyes still closed. He opened his eyes and was shocked by the image in front him. Memorized by your sleeping face. The way your lips parted slightly and the way your hair was splayed all over you. He looked at your sleeping face and then zoned in on your lips. Drawing closer he couldn't fight the urge to just keeping moving forward.

To be continued

Done for @angelsdevils

Special tags: @stxrmylxve @the-witch-of-one-piece

#tokyo revengers #mikey #sano manjiro #draken #ryuguji ken #baji keisuke #chifuyu matsuno #shinichiro sano #kazutora hanemiya #study series

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lake-archive · 7 months

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A Cat In The Bag

Disclaimer! While I wrote this and many other Izumi/OC oneshots to be able to be understood in a vacuum, I recommend reading Alte Liebe Rostet Nicht for further context!

Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Characters: Izumi Sena, Original Character, Original Non-Human Male Character, Ritsu Sakuma

Nyeli by @watersofcamelot

Summary: When wanting to check what the staff brought along for the beach trip Izumi finds an unexpected travel companion... (During 'Roaring Sea Marina')

Words: 2,211

AO3 Link

Tags: During Canon, Canon Universe, Sena Izumi-centric (Ensemble Stars!), POV Sena Izumi (Ensemble Stars!), Cat/Human Hybrids, No Romance, Established Relationship (OC x Canon implied), Platonic Relationships, Platonic Male/Male Relationships, Little Brothers, Sneaking Around, !! Era (Ensemble Stars!), Family DynamicsFamily, Major Original Character(s), Minor Original Character(s)

Izumi had excused himself first for a moment, wanting to check what the group had been given as 'equipment', if one could call it that. Then again, it was equipment in the sense as this was going to be used for work, for the photos staff had asked them to take while being busy on the beach. So it had not been that inaccurate of a word perhaps. Well, first to find it in this bus, or rather walking right up to it. The bag had to be somewhere, certainly, and it shouldn't take too long to find it. Or bags perhaps. Didn't matter exactly what, did it? As long as he found what he was looking for, it shouldn't take too long. He will know what it is when he sees it.

Though he had to hold that thought as he felt something vibrating in his pocket. Ugh, who could it be at a time like this? Even though he explicitly said to only call him during emergencies when he was out doing his job. If it's Leo again asking how the microwave works because he somehow forgot Izumi was going to lose his goddamn mind here! In fact he was tempted to just hang up for a moment or leave it to ring… But it would annoy him in the long run so it was quicker to pick up. Maybe it was important.

Thus he put his phone out of his pocket, surprised to see whose name he read when he was about to pick up. That had him questioning, wondering what it could be about, perhaps somewhat concerned. After all, Ann was not someone to call without reason, at least during working hours. Sure sometimes she would just call in the evening just to mess with him yet that was more forgivable than during work. In fact, she had done so only once and that was when he was asked to return quickly to the office of NewDI and she was the person who happened to have had him on speed dial. So it was probably serious… She must have her reason, or so he was hoping. She wasn't unreasonable after all.

Thus Izumi accepted the call very quickly, then saying: "Hello. What's going on?"He was trying to stay calm, at least until he knew what the issue was… Then again he was forced to stay calm when hearing his girlfriend's voice all of a sudden, in a literal panic.

"Izuzu! Nyeli!" Were her first two words, nearly screaming in his ear. It made him almost fall to the side, onto one of the seats, yet he managed to keep his balance. "He– Nyeli– Not–" And whatever else she was saying. It was gibberish to be honest.

"What? Slow down for one moment!" He was trying to calm her down yet to no avail. She seemed to be in panic mode and anything someone could say was fruitless. No, seriously, whenever this woman panicked it would be useless. Anything would fall on deaf ears for that moment, as if not even her brain was registering anything properly. He couldn't decide if it also sent him into a frenzy or if it annoyed him to the brim. Maybe both at once. Yeah, both at once. She won't shut up after all and that sent him into an endless yet unnecessary spiral of panic.

Though this time there seemed to be that there was a savior, one way or another. Because out of nowhere Ann’s voice became more and more quiet, as if fading into the background. No, it was literal background noise at this point, becoming some not so audible nonsense by then. “Alright, I’ll take it from here~” A calm voice would announce before some rustling could be heard at the other end of the line, and then… “Hello Secchan~ We just wanted to ask you something~”

“Kuma–Kun? What are you two doing together?” It was the first thing Izumi just had to ask as this was the last thing he expected. But he knew that it must have something to do with Patch, mainly because his other name dropped in a panicked voice.

“Huh? Are you jealous that we might be on a date~?”

“Right… Date…” Was Izumi’s only response, his deadpan expression perhaps audible through the phone. This was not a very believable story to be honest, especially not with a screaming woman in the background.

“Aww, you’re no fun~”

“Seriously, what’s going on over there? What did Patch do?”

“Oh, right. He didn’t do anything except go missing.”

This made Izumi’s eyes go wide all of a sudden, having not expected to hear that. “Gone missing!? Why are you calling me then!?”

“We thought you might know something. Especially since Nyeli really wanted to come with you.”

“He— Wait right, he did express interest in that…”

It was that moment when Patch had heard that his older brother would be away for a few days, somewhere warmer on top of that. The kitty had gotten excited for a short moment yet his hopes would be crushed in an instant when Izumi said the following: “I’ll be leaving tomorrow. You’ll better be a good boy in my absence and not cause anyone trouble, got it?”

“Ny… Nye!?” It had shot right out of Nyeli’s mouth, the sound of shock yet disappointment before looking up at his ‘older brother’ with a pout, getting a little teary eyed in fact. That was the famous begging face, the pout so he can get what he wants. However, despite not being harsh towards Nyeli as he was still like a kid, Izumi couldn’t give the little cat what he wanted. Surely if explaining it he would understand, wouldn’t he?

“I’m sorry but I can’t and won’t take you with me Patch.” He responded, shaking his head, trying to keep a somewhat stern face. It was not as stern as it usually would be but enough to get his message across. “This isn’t some fun trip, this is part of work. I can’t take you with me.”

Then again, it was hard to accept for Nyeli as he crossed his nubs before sitting down, still pouting. He didn’t want to take this as an answer, not at all. “Nye. Brothnya nye!” He sounded as if he was protesting which only led to Izumi’s sigh and headshake.

“This won’t get you anywhere. You can’t come along.”

“Nye!”

“It will only be a few days. I’ll come back. Now stop making that face already!”

“Nye!” Patch shook his head at that.

“Ugh… Fine, keep making it. You stay here and that’s final!”

“So? Is he with you Secchan?” Kuma–Kun asked, calm as he was waiting for an answer. Could he imply that—

“I’ll take a look, alright? Then again I dou—” Yet just as Izumi was turning around he spotted his own bag on the seat rustling, moving on its own. That was already weird, though it got weirder when seeing it move in place, the bag making sounds. It didn’t take long until he would connect the dots, leaving him with a rather unamused face. “Give me a moment…”

With that he moved the phone a bit away from his ear to walk up to the seat with the bag, first staring blankly. There was no way, was there? And yet he was expecting it in all honesty. Especially when zipping said bag open and making his free hand grasp right into it, then fishing out something. Or rather someone.

To no one’s surprise Izumi pulled out Patch with his hoodie, making the small kitty dangle right in the air alongside a pair of oversized sunglasses he tried to not make fall off by holding onto them. His ears wagged before he turned his head next to his big brother, staring and wagging before letting out a: “Nye!” as if nothing was happening right now.

However, Izumi only stared blankly at the kitty, having no words for this whatsoever. Patch snuck along after all. Apparently that had not been the first time he just snuck along. Originally he was not even meant to have come along to Japan and yet when sneaking into Ann’s luggage he just came along. It was too expensive to send him back to Germany or something like that. Not to mention that Patch would most likely shiver in fear, being alongside strangers in a tiny space while being in a cage or something. And he did it again, sneaking along without permission.

“What did I say?” Izumi began, about to go into full scolding mode and yet he tried to remain somewhat soft at least. Patch was still a kid, yes, but he had to hear it too it seems. Maybe Kuma–Kun and Ann were a little too soft on the kitty. That doesn’t mean the model and idol would yell at the small cat–like boy of course, but maybe be a bit more stricter sounding. “You were not supposed to come along, you know.”

“N… Nye! Brothnya nye nye! Nyeli nye!” Was the protest he heard, certain it had to do with Izumi having gone to the beach. It made the young man narrow his gaze a little.

“Again, this isn’t a trip for fun! And that aside, you just made people worry sick here!”

“Ny… Nye?” That seemed to silence Patch, at least for a moment, his ears drooping all of a sudden and the sunglasses nearly falling off. Well, it was a start. Now to soften the blow to not make him cry, only enough to make him understand.

“Look, this isn’t just about work. Consider how the others are feeling right now.” He reasoned, trying to deliver it as calmly and slowly as possible. “You didn’t tell them about this, did you?”

Though slowly and in somewhat of shame, the cat shook his head.

“See? They’re worried sick! You can’t just sneak off like that! They’re going to panic!” Well, at least one of them showed it openly… To the point she always seemed a step away from a heart attack.

“Ny… Nye…” His mouth said, as if trying to apologize yet that apology only made Izumi sigh yet again.

“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to the others.”

“Secchan? What’s going on?” Kuma–Kun’s voice would finally echo through the phone, something Izumi almost forgot about. Thus he pulled the phone closer to his ear finally, then responding while still having Patch in his other hand and looking at him.

“Nothing really. I think I found the cat in question though.”

“Nyeli? So he is with you?”

“Yeah, just now.”

A sigh of relief came from the other end of the phone. “Thank goodness… I can sleep in peace again.”

“Seriously?”

“I mean, he is in your hands, so he’s going to be safe. Nothing to worry about~”

“Wait you—” Yet a closer thought made even Izumi realize that this might be for the best in the end. It would take a bit too long to drive all the way back just to return Patch. So he had no other choice but to keep the kitty around for the time being. And there was not much time to waste to begin with. “Nevermind, I don’t have that much time to waste.”

“Right~? So why not use the chance and bond a little during free time. I’m sure Nyeli will like it.”

“You act as if I’m here for my own amusement.”

“Well, no, but having a little bit of fun never hurts, right?” A quick yawn echoed in between. “Either way, I will tell Ann–Chan and then sleep. Have fun Secchan~”

“Have fu— Ugh, thanks I guess… You be careful you hear?”

“Yes yes. As you say Mom Secchan~”

“I’m not— Whatever. Bye!”

“Bye bye~”

And the two quickly hung up, Izumi sighing as he looked back at Patch, the two coming eye–to–eye at this point. The cat had gotten his way again.. But at least it was out of his own effort so it’s not too bad. It could be worse. “Alright, you can come along. But we will establish some rules first, alright?”

Patch tilted his head at first yet was wagging his ears eagerly. As if he was looking forward to the time at the beach already and perhaps he was Either way, the ears said all they needed to say and Izumi wasn’t sure if the small cat was even going to listen at that point, especially since he will be able to play at the beach in this rather warm weather. He had looked forward to this moment it seemed and… Well, maybe this won’t be so bad with Patch around. A bit of bonding… Eh, why not, while they have the chance. That didn’t mean however that Izumi intended to go easy on the rules, much to Patch’s dismay. After all, if this cat sneaks away to get into a bag just like that, then the chances of him running wherever he wanted without supervision was very high. So he had Patch promise to follow the set up rules… Were they all kept though? Who knows for certain! Right?

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unseelie-grimalkin · 1 year

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Flannán Fest Treat: Nutella Hot Chocolate

I didn’t have time to pull this together on the day it was actually a Treat day, so take this a couple days late (I did do a Treat / Pack prompt that day, but it was fic).

So, after a couple hours of alchemical experiments in my kitchen and months of taking notes on mom blog recipes, I’ve developed what I think is a pretty good Nutella hot chocolate recipe in service of one Flannán mac Lugh.

Ingredients up front:

3 tbsp (~44.3 ml) Nutella

1 ⅓ cup (~315.4 ml) milk (whole milk gives you the creamiest texture, but experiments with almond milk went well, so choose your favorite reasonable milk option [I was scolded by my husband for considering attempting this with strawberry milk, so I feel the need to add the disclaimer for a reasonable milk option just in case anyone else reading this is feral like me])

Optional ingredients (these depend on taste preferences and availability):

Dark or milk chocolate (dark chocolate will compliment the Nutella’s natural taste profile better in contrast, while milk chocolate will give you something very sweet. I am a ride-or-die sweet tooth, so I like milk chocolate for this. It also tastes fine if you don’t want to use chocolate or are using a more chocolatey Nutella taste profile than I have on hand. I did not have cocoa powder on hand, but I can’t imagine it going wrong in this mix if you use that instead of grated chocolate)

Whipped cream (just a solid topping for this in general. Highly recommended from me if you go the dark chocolate route, just for additional taste contrasting layers)

Cinnamon (very nice topping on top of the whipped cream)

Crunched hazelnuts (in case the Nutella was not enough for you, more topping for your whipped cream)

You can make this on a stovetop or in the microwave, depending on what you have available! Though, if you want to add chocolate to your mix, pre-grate it ahead of time! You can experiment with how much chocolate you want to add (I don’t have an exact numerical value for this, as I really did just wing that aspect for me).

Stove:

Take a saucepan and put it over medium heat. If you're as new to cooking as I am, I've been told stainless steel is the best option for this, because there are types of pans (aluminum, unlined copper, etc) that can react very badly to your milk.

Next, you’re gonna add your Nutella and milk. This is going to be all of your Nutella, but only 1/3 cup (~75-80 ml) of your milk. You’re going to stir this mix until it’s fully blended, which should take around 5 minutes or so (this is where I recommend finding your favorite song for Flan and just jamming out, by the way, because you’re just waiting for the Nutella to melt and blend with the milk as you stir).

Once you’ve got your first mix fully blended (should have a nice caramel color to it), you’re going to add the remaining milk (or don’t, if you want it thicker) into the mix and turn that heat up to medium-high (I found out the hard way that if you go straight to high, you get scalded milk and this really, really funky protein skin, which isn’t great for your final product. Like Flan, this must be handled a bit gentler than you’d expect). Once you’re set with your additional milk, you’re gonna get back to stirring. I found a whisk will make this extra-frothy with a bunch of fun bubbles, so that’s my instrument of choice at this part. Now, at this stage is where you can add in some grated chocolate, if’n you’d like. Sprinkle that in while you’re stirring, watch it melt into the mix.

Once you’ve got everything blended together, you can pour it into a mug and get your toppings in order! If you’ve got left over grated chocolate, put that on your whipped cream if you’d like or save it for additional experimentation for later.

Microwave:

You would think the stove version was hard mode. It is not! Microwave for this is infinitely trickier, much to my surprise, because milk scalds really, really easily in the microwave (I should have heeded your warnings, Greta from New Jersey, I’m sorry for thinking you were just being fussy).

Get your favorite microwave-safe mug. Pour all of your allotted milk into it. You’ll want two minutes on high (two minutes is the longest you can go without scalding. I checked). Once you’ve got that over with, take out your mug and grab your Nutella. You’re gonna stir it into the mug with a spoon, keep going until it’s fully melted and mixed in.

At the end of that, you can reheat your mix for 15-second intervals (no longer than that. I checked!) until it’s warm enough for you or to melt your grated chocolate in (mix gently at this stage).

Once you’re set, it’s topping time! Have fun, go nuts, and enjoy!

#flannan fest 2022 #ndm flannán #ndm flannan #flannán mac lugh #na daoine maithe

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aromanticbuck · 1 year

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So reading the super soldier notes, it occurred to me that being a super-soldier might actually be massively painful for Mouse in even ordinary settings and might cue into his touch aversion that he seems to have?

(Like I thought about this too much but) could you imagine the overstimulation of an itchy shirt plus someone's cologne plus sounds? Like? Just sounds at all? And then extra warmth from physical contact? I don't know how someone neurotypical would handle all of that but legit, that sensory overload gives me migraines when it happens, and sometimes it sends me into full shutdown mode, I can't imagine how Mouse deals with it with enhanced senses!

I don't have a specific question at the moment just brain thoughts I wanted to share so you knew I was also thinking about this au.

Super soldier Mouse is constantly having an awful time, for sure.

He masks it really well, mostly because he's had time to practice it, and has kind of... unconsciously learned to tune certain things out? Like, maybe it's my ADHD, but if I'm focused on something like a video game or a book, I will fully miss something going on around me - I once got so invested in a game when I was like 12 that I missed the whole microwave timer going off every two minutes for almost half an hour. Mouse has kind of trained himself to do that, but he doesn't realize he's doing it because it's become second nature.

Of course, Mouse still has bad days - there are days where he can't tune things out, just because he's tired or overwhelmed by other things, like the feeling of his socks when they slide down past his ankle, that's one of his least favorite sensations for sure. And yeah, a good 80% of the time, he's still fine with the people on his Safe List touching him at their usual limits - Jay can do shoulder squeezes, a hug in certain circumstances; Kim and Trudy are allowed to be close and hover in the tech cage if they end up working with him on the case the team has; things like that. But the other 20% of the time? He'll shrug them off or lean away or get... worked up? I don't know how to explain it. (a few weeks ago, I yelled at my dad when he tried to give me a hug because it was just Too Much in that moment, and I can imagine Mouse doing something like that, actually)

(Mouse exists for me to project my autism onto, and super soldier AU is very fun for that, if you hadn't noticed)

He would definitely have more days where he shuts down and goes non-verbal for a few hours than he used to. Most people on the team wouldn't notice - he always had days like that, where he got quiet for a while and hid away from everyone, so it's not really something that makes anyone think twice. Jay, maybe? Notices that those days are more frequent? But even he might brush it off as new/more PTSD than Mouse had before.

In short: Mouse hates being alive but I'm sure it's fine.

And I'm glad other people are thinking about it! Please keep sharing thoughts like this, it's very fun to collaborate - especially when my thoughts have basically been this for the last few days

#answered #anon #alex says things #super soldier au*#autistic!mouse #i think that's my tag for that headcanon #it belongs here

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