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orange-waterfalls · 4 years

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Hello, Nurse

Yancy x mute!gender neutral!reader

@glitchbitch69 ty for the prompt!

A/N: I heard that mute was an offensive word... but I didn't know what else to use... reader is a person who cannot talk. That's the best way I can put it. @glitchbitch69 I am 99% sure this is not what you asked for but here??? I did my best. Rated T for a couple "fuck"s and like... 2 "shit"s.

Word Count: 2.5k

Yancy enjoyed prison life. He loved his family, the food was good, the cells were comfortable, Shithole Hank's hooch wine was fucking wonderful, it was almost perfect.

Almost.

Apart from the fact that he wanted a companion

A spouse.

A life partner.

Whatever you want to call it.

One day, he notices someone new. Someone he hadn't seen before. Which was very weird because he knew everybody. They all practiced their musical number every Thursday.

He decides to introduce himself, so he follows you to wherever you're headed. You end up in the infirmary.

"Hello, there." He greets. You turn to him, slightly surprised. He's smiling at you, and not in a malicious way like you'd probably expect from a man who killed both of his parents. It's a sweet smile. A "I want you to feel as comfortable as possible" smile. You return it and wave.

"I haven't seen youse around here before. Youse new?" He asks. You nod. He raises an eyebrow

"Alright… what's youse's name?" You gently tap the name card on your chest.

"Hm. What's youse's favorite color?"

You point to your shoes.

"What's youse's favorite animal?"

You point to the animal poster on your wall.

"What's youse's favorite season?"

You point to the background of your computer. He huffs.

"What, can't youse talk?" He jokes. You shake your head.

"Oh…" he clears his throat, suddenly feeling very awkward. You make a gesture with your hands. He furrows his eyebrows. You huff and grab a Post-It note, writing something down and handing it to him. He looks at it and sees that you wrote "it's okay". He chuckles.

"Must be hard being a nurse and not being able to communicate with your patients," he comments. You roll your eyes, and wave it off. You write something else on a Post-It and hand it to him. "I can handle it" He smiles.

"Yeah, I bet." He glances back up at you. "So, uh… do--" he was cut off by two guards bursting into the infirmary with a man of a gurney. You rush past Yancy to see what's happening. Yancy follows you to see who it is. You make another gesture at the guards.

"He collapsed while in his cell. He won't wake up," one explains. You grab Yancy by the arm and lead him out, closing the door. He stands there for a moment before deciding it'd be best to head to his cell. He runs into Sparkles McGee on the way there.

"Hey, Yance!" He greets. Yancy smiles at him.

"Hey," He responds and they start to walk together

"Where ya headed?" Sparkles asks.

"Y'know… to my cell…"

"Already? It's only 7:00…"

"Well, I'm tired…"

"Hm… alright…"

"Hey…" Yancy stops walking. Sparkles, who was in front, turns to him, tilting his head. "Do you… know about any nurse?"

"You mean Y/N? Oh, yeah, they've been here for a couple of days," Sparkles responds.

"Really? How come I didn't know?"

"Well, you didn't really have a reason to. You don't get into a lot of fights and you don't get hurt so…"

"So… if I wanted to see the nurse… I'd have to get hurt…"

"Well, I wouldn't say you have to. You could just… talk to them?" Sparkles looks at Yancy weirdly. Yancy apparently did not hear that last sentence because the dumbass immediately went off to find a way to get hurt. He could get Jimmy the Pickle to punch him… that seemed like a solid plan. Yeah. He'll do that. He sits on his bed and thinks about what he's gonna say when he sees you again.

"Hey there!" No, too excited… "Howdy!" No, too awkward… "Sup" Nah, too "I want to be cool so you don't leave me". Just a simple "Hey" that's it. He sighs and lies down. He closes his eyes, letting sleep overtake him.

The next day, during breakfast, he sees you. He waves to you, but you don't see him. He figures that's a good time to start his plan.

"Hey, uh… I gotta do somethin'... See you guys later," he slides the rest of his breakfast over to Tiny, who promptly devours it. He meets Jimmy in a hallway.

"You got the stuff?" Jimmy asks. Yancy nods. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small lavender candle. Jimmy takes it, putting it into his pocket.

"Now it's your turn. Don't do it too-" Jimmy just straight decks him. He does miss his nose, but he nearly dislocates the smaller man's jaw.

Yancy wakes up and opens his eyes, but quickly closes them again due to the bright light in front of his face. He slowly opens them again, allowing himself to adjust to the light. He turned his head slightly, eyes widening when he sees you scribbling on a clipboard. He begins to smile, but stops because it hurts. He reaches up to feel his cheek. Jimmy really did a number on him…

You glance at him, noticing he's awake. You set down your clipboard and pencil and walk over to him, smiling gently. He gives you a half-grin in return.

"Hey there, hot stuff," he says, voice slightly cracking. Damn, I fucked it up, he thinks. You snort and pick up a sheet of paper, along with the clipboard. You write something down and hand it to him. It seems to be a little quiz.

"On a scale from 1-10, how much does it hurt?

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10"

He gently touches his cheek, wincing at the coldness of his fingers. He circles the number "4" and hands the paper back to you. You look at his answer and nod. You go get some supplies to give him a checkup and make sure everything else is ok.

As you perform the tests, you can clearly see his cheeks turning a light shade of pink whenever you touch him. A couple minutes pass, and you finish your check-up. Apart from a few slow reactions, he seems fine. They're probably because he was punched unconscious. You walk over to put your items away. He exhales deeply.

"So… uh…" he starts. You turn to him. "...do anything fun recently?" You roll your eyes and turn away. He pouts and crosses his arms. "Oh, come on! I'm doin' my best here!" You smack your lips and turn to him fully, making sure to obviously shake your head. He scoffs and mumbles something under his breath. You continue putting away supplies. When you turn back to him, he looks a bit upset. You frown, suddenly feeling guilty. You grab the same sheet of paper as before and jot down a couple of questions. You fold the paper, slipping it into his hand as you escort him out of the infirmary.

Yancy heads back to his cell and sits down, feeling gloomy. He takes the paper you gave him and opens it. It's seems like a little quiz. And the bottom, you wrote "I'd like to know you better, so here" and a small heart next to it. Yancy smiles widely and starts filling in answers.

You two write letters to each other back and forth, since you were usually busy in the infirmary. You learned a lot about him. He killed his parents and that's why he was in jail. That should have thrown you off waaaaay more than it did. You learned that him and all the other prisoners wrote a song and performed for new inmates. The practice was on Thursdays. You occasionally go and watch if you're not busy. The first time you went, he saw you out of the corner of his eye and smiled to himself while trying to get the newest inmate to stop fucking up the dance routine.

You two start to fall for each other.

For you, it was almost instant. You saw him singing and dancing and your heart just sped up.

For him, it took a bit. He was hesitant to trust you since you worked at the prison. He thought maybe you were only being nice so he wouldn't kill you. Which he would never, but you didn't know that. It bummed him out, until you covered for him when he got into a fight. You let Mr. Murder-Slaughter know that he had fallen , not gotten into a fight. For some reason, he took your word for it. Said you "looked trustworthy". That was about the time Yancy actually fell for you. Not a crush, no. This soft prison boy loves you with all his heart. That was a couple nights ago. You two had sent more letters since then.

He's reading the newest one in bed while he's supposed to be sleeping, giggling like a schoolgirl. He clutches the paper to his chest and sighs contently. He wipes his forehead, feeling a bit warm, but he ignores it. He would write you a new letter in the morning.

He wakes up in the morning, feeling like absolute shit. He tries to sit up, but his brain spins and screams at him to lie the hell back down. He obliges, only to suddenly go into a coughing fit. His body racks with the force, and he feels like his lungs are filled with something other than air. A guard enters his cell.

"Hey, you ok?" He asks. Yancy tries to answer, but goes into another fit and falls off of the bed. The guard rushes over to him.

"Whoa, ok… we gotta get you to the infirmary… c'mon," the guard tries to help Yancy to his feet, but his legs won't let him put any weight onto them. He groans as his head pounds, begging to lay back down. The guard manages to drag him to the infirmary, where he's plopped onto a bed. You turn, wondering what the commotion is. You gasp at the sight of Yancy. You make hand gestures at the guard. Yancy had been studying up on sign language, so he understood that you were saying "what's wrong?". The guard begins explaining what happened as Yancy begins to close his eyes. He lets himself slip out of consciousness.

He wakes back up to the smell of food. Chicken noodle soup? He hadn't eaten that since he was 11. He slowly turns to the side and sees a steaming bowl next to him, along with a small bottle of Gatorade. He looks around the room, searching for you. He sees you behind you computer. He tries to say "hi", but his body decides to say "fuck you" and make him hack his lungs out. You perk up at the sound, quickly walking over to him holding a whiteboard. You take a marker and write down "how do you feel?"

"Like… shit…" he croaks out. You smile sympathetically and write something else, showing to him.

It says "I convinced Mr. Murder-Slaughter to let me make you chicken noodle soup. I hope you like it. You might want to wait until it's cooled. I also bribed a guard into sneaking me Gatorade." He nods as you grab some objects and sit next to him.

You open your mouth, hoping he gets the memo. It takes him a moment, but he understands. You push his tongue with a stick and search his throat. What for, he has no clue. You eventually take it out and pick up a thermometer. He takes it in his mouth. You both sit quietly for a moment, waiting for it to go off. Yancy takes this opportunity to try and memorize every detail of your face. Were your eyes always so sparkly? He began to think he was hallucinating. The thermometer beeps, and you remove it from his mouth. You frown.

"What? Bad?" He asks. You turn the thermometer towards him so he can see the temperature. 108. "Oh… bad…" you shake your head and get an ice pack from a freezer, laying it on his head as you perform more tests. Once your done, he starts eating the soup, joyfully. It's all gone in the span of 30 seconds, along with the Gatorade. You blink at him before he crosses his arms and turns away.

"'s not my fault youse made it so good…" he grumbles. You smile, sitting next to him.

He turns back to you, a small grin appearing on his face. You two stare at each other for a moment before he reaches out, putting his hand on your neck. You glance at his hand, wondering what he's doing. He leans in. You lean in as well out of instinct. He closes his eyes because you're right there! You begin to close your eyes before you scramble to your feet, stepping away from him. He holds his hand in the air, a bit startled with your sudden disappearance. You stand and look at him, breathing harshly. Yancy groans and covers his face with his hands.

"Oh, I'm so stupid. Of course you don't like me," he says. "Why would you? I'm a scumbag…" you shake your head, immediately feeling regret for how you acted. You frantically look for your whiteboard. When you find it, you write something down and tap Yancy on the shoulder. He looks at you, tears brimming in the corners of his eyes. You hold the whiteboard in front of him. It says "108". He looks at the board, then at you, wondering what it means. You stare at him, expecting him to catch on at some point. He doesn't. You roll your eyes. You point at the board, then at him. He knits his eyebrows together in thought, before raising them and gasping.

"OOOOH, IT'S BECAUSE I'M SICK!" He yells. You nod forcefully. "Wait… so, you do like me?" He asks. You smile and nod. His face darkens. "O-Oh… well, uh… I like you too?" You erase the whiteboard and write "I know". He chuckles as you continue to smile.

A little while later, you deem Yancy ready to go back in his cell. He gets slightly upset because he liked spending so much time with you, but he was so glad he wasn't sick anymore. It's a bit late when you lead him back, so he decides to go to bed. He crawls in, covering himself in the blanket and you start to leave.

"Goodnight!" He calls. You smile and wave at him. He snuggles in and closes his eyes. He suddenly feels his shoulder being shaken as he tries to sleep. He turns to whoever's bothering him and almost decks you in the face. "Wha-" he starts. He's cut off by you leaning forward and gently kissing him on the forehead. He plops back down and gazes at you loving. You softly pat his chest as you start to leave again. You pause and turn back towards him, making a gesture with your hands. He doesn't know much sign language, but he does know what this means.

"I love you".

He smiles and makes the gesture back to you, making you smile. You turn and head back to the infirmary. Yancy sighs happily as he falls asleep.

The next morning, he meets you near the infirmary. He's about to say hi, but you frown, holding your arm up to your face. He stops, not knowing what's going on.

You sneeze.

You slowly turn to him, glaring. He nervously chuckles.

"Uh… sorry?"

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codenamesazanka · 5 years

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Short Spinner Fic!

Well, more like meta/headcanon turned prose. Sorta. unbeta’d, terrible grammar prob, very on the nose, but I just had to write something that dealt with what we learned about Spinner’s past.

1,615 words. Set right after Stain got captured, with all that fun stuff about discrimination.

The night Spinner saw the news report that would change his life, he had spent ten minutes lingering outside his landlord’s door, trying to work up the nerve to knock.

From his third floor apartment to her home on the first floor - that short walk took three minutes maximum, but in that time the heat and humidity of the May evening had already made his hair damp and the collar of his shirt slightly darken with moisture. By the dim glow of the streetlight, Spinner tried to use his phone’s selfie camera to see if he looked too bad, but his nervousness at appearing sloppy only added sweat to his sorry appearance. The snickering of a couple of kids that passed by him hadn’t help.

He should be fine, Spinner had muttered to himself, tried to convince himself, shoving the phone into a pocket. He was fine. She wasn’t going to even notice.

But of course she did. When his landlord opened the door, he saw her smile fade slightly at the sight of him; then the curve of her mouth disappeared completely as her eyes swept over his messy hair and landed on his hand that was discreetly trying to stop his shirt from sticking to his skin.

It was only downhill from there.

He had stammered, had tried to keep a smile on his face until he realize he was probably looking like crazy dumbass; then he had worried too much about the appropriate distance he should be keeping (His landlord was a petite woman that barely reached maybe 5 foot, and he was a 6-foot lizard man. Standing too far away would be weird, and standing too close meant, besides the obvious, that he would have to look down at her, which he thought might seem disrespectful).

When he told her about the broken AC, she had asked if he wasn’t enjoying the warm weather, and Spinner had let the silence drag on too long as he wondered what she might have meant by that. Such an innocuous question, but it made his pulse quicken. Was she making a comment that assumed he was more comfortable with heat because he looked like a lizard (answer: no, because he wasn’t cold-blooded; so no, he didn’t like the heat; and yes, he can get heatstroke, so if the AC wasn’t going to get fixed in time for the worst heat of July...)? Did that mean she wasn’t going to do anything about it, if it didn’t seem like a serious matter?

Or was he being paranoid? Insulting, even, for this unfounded accusation?

So the talk had achieved nothing, except maybe giving his landlord an even worse impression of him. He hadn’t even told her about the suspicious grey spots that was covering more and more of his ceiling with each passing day. (Monsoon season sucked.)

Back at his apartment, Spinner opened a can of beer and sat slumped against the wall, using his phone to look up ways to remove the mold himself. He clicked the first link, found himself immediately redirected to a product page that flashed it’s 5500 yen deal at him, and promptly gave up.

That was when he opened his Tweetr feed for some mindless scrolling and saw the internet aflame with news about an attack on Hosu.

All day at work, Spinner kept checking for updates on the Hero Killer Stain, so much that his boss threaten to break his phone and fire him. But even that couldn’t clear the cloud of obsession that had developed inside his head.

At first it was simply fun to watch and rewatch the video of him rescuing a kid, how cool it was to see the man escape from the ropes that bound him, zoomed past the Heroes, leapt into the air to take down the winged beast with a single stab to the brain. Those blades and that red scarf, snaking through the air behind him. All in a matter of seconds, and all that not being his quirk. Pure normal human ability.

From there, it was reading the articles that kept coming out - that happened in Hosu, who Stain was, what he had done.

What he believed in.

There was once when Spinner wanted to be a Hero. What kid hadn’t? He dreamed of it. Being able to wear an awesome costume, beating up bad guys and bullies and saving people, getting to be on TV and making lots of money. Heroes were amazing and they could do anything. Heroes had all sorts of different quirks, the only thing that matter being how well they could use their ability. Heroes could be anyone - even mutants like him.

And as dreams do, that faded when he grew up and woke up to real life.

Watching the viral video that someone had made of the Hero Killer, though, Spinner realized Stain kept his dream. Forced it into reality, undaunted by hard work or danger or the law. He saw something wrong with the world and decided to change it. Just like that. It was badass. It was admirable.

It was Heroic.

So how ironic and slightly disappointing it was, that Stain was now called a Villain, that it turned out he was working with that group that attacked those UA kids a few months back. Spinner found the grainy zoomed-in clip of the two guys standing on top of a water tower, watching the chaos in the city below. He found all he could about the UA incident and the man the news named as Shigaraki Tomura.

He was part of this group that Stain joined, and Spinner wondered if maybe, like Stain, he wasn’t just a Villain. Like Stain, he was out to change the world.

In the origin story of Spinner, Villain, would be the cup of tea that made a crucial decision for him.

His landlord’s apartment was ten times the size of his tiny one-room apartment, and Spinner felt almost agoraphobic sitting in her living room. This was a proper home, well cared for, housing a family. The last time Spinner had even spoken to a blood relative of his was years ago. He was intruding.

But the landlord had done a surprise inspection while he was at work, and she was concerned about the mold on his ceiling. In his zeal over Stain, Spinner had completely forgotten about dealing with that. Now he got to do a redux of the talk from a few days ago, and he had a feeling this might go even worse.

He never would find out if that was true, nor would he find out what would have been done about the mold. A few words into the small talk that preceded the actual conversation, his landlord’s young son had tried to be helpful and brought tea for both his mom and Spinner. Kid was probably only in elementary school, but so polite. Too much so.

Spinner watched as his landlord shifted uncomfortably in her seat, eyes flickering back and forth from the cup of tea set in front of Spinner, and Spinner himself.

It felt unbearably hot and suffocating in the room.

(Once, a cousin told Spinner that regardless of how much DNA would prove they were human, they weren’t. Not really, not in practice, not to the people they live among. They looked like lizards, so they’d be treated like lizards. Like animals, and you wouldn’t feed your pet using a bowl you would use, right? It’ll be dirty, no matter how much you washed it. That’s why there’s food bowls specifically for your dog, cat, whatever.)

It was much too late to for her to take back the drink without seeming astonishingly rude. Maybe Spinner should help her save face and decline the tea, have the kid take it away. Maybe he can use this as leverage for the mold problem. Maybe--

--he shouldn’t have to put up with this. There were people out there right now, ready to face down Heroes and police and society, ready to create change, ready to take their lives and fate into their hands and shape it to their liking. Stain hadn’t allow himself to be trampled down.

Spinner shouldn’t either.

That was when he stood up and left without a word.

The leader was different than what Spinner expected.

In the small private bar that the broker had taken him to, Shigaraki Tomura sat on one of the stools, young and bone-thin, dressed so plainly in simple black shirt and pants. Not quite the criminal mastermind Spinner imagined. Yet all attention in the room was held by him, and he wielded that authority with ease.

“Shuichi Iguchi… Spinner.” Shigaraki spoke and Spinner anticipated each word. “Our fight is for all the right reasons, but the world is going to hate us for it. Condemn us. Try to destroy us. We’ll have to return in kind. We’ll have get our hands dirty, we’ll have to sacrifice a lot.”

Shigaraki shifted his head, and suddenly all Spinner could focus on was that one red eye looking through the fingers of the severed hand on his face, filled with all the same rage and desire and intensity that Stain had. Its gaze pierce through Spinner, making him wince as though he was physically cut.

Hatred was nothing new to him, though, and he had nothing else in this world than this newfound will. He’d do anything, all for Stain. All for his new comrades. All this, Spinner said out loud.

Shigaraki grinned at him, a smile so wide and vicious and-- happy, that Spinner felt his own face mirror that excitement.

“Welcome to the League of Villains.”

So my Spinner goes from a nervous mild-mannered guy trying to live a life, to a terrorist ready to murder kids in like three short days. I should figure out his characterization better next time lol

#nalslastworkingbraincell #nalwrites #Spinner #Shigaraki Tomura #Shuichi Iguchi #Stain - sorta #fanfiction #microaggressions and housing discrimination and dehumanization oh my #am i just set on making the bnha universe a pile of crap #perhaps #oops #we don't know if it's this bad but #i'm gonna let my imagination go wild #League of Villains #as for my other story...#it's getting beta-read!#i'll have it out by friday prob #my apologies

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natty-anne · 4 years

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September 22, 2020

Scene: the Livingroom/bedroom of my tiny one bedroom apartment

Mood: it’s been a very good Titty Tuesday (My day off, I spent the whole day naked in my robe, laying around, screwing around, chilling)

Daughter just finished her bath. She’s currently munching on her own made up trail mix. Kyle is watching this new show on Netflix, it’s a Bar-B-Q making competition. IDK, I’m like half paying attention as I’m sitting here, typing this up as it happens, and I’m currently listening to Michelle Obama’s podcast on Spotify, as this is all going on.

“Trail mix kissy!” -Zoey as she takes a big spoonful of her Macgyvered trail mix, and than kisses me on my cheek.

It has been a very long, but good day off. Got to enjoy it for once. Plus, the weather is amazing outside right now!!! It’s really breezy and cool. You can definitely feel Spoopy season is right around the corner with it’s wonderful Fall weather. That’s if Florida will actually allow it to get cool and cold and/or chilly this year. 2020 has been a rollercoaster of a year so who really knows how mother nature and the climate are gonna play out with the last 3 months. -shrugs- either way just another day, still here, in Florida. -sigh-

Life updating since I’m bit of a ghost these days, new partner, new mentality when it comes to life and people. It’s pretty nice. And it’s pretty nice to have an actual partner for once, not just a dude clearly just trying to fuck me cause I’m a pretty face and I’m gullible cause I want to be loved. -rolls eyes- men really do fucking suck, but whatever, I’m happy now. (:

“Smoked corn and crab chowder!”

OMG, I’m loving this show right now! Kyle is in the process of making dinner.

You know my mind, especially when I take it to another level of reality, tends to jump all over the place, among my jumble of a brain of thoughts, ideas, opinions, suggestions, memories, fears and favs.

Time stamp: 10:12pm, we are now eating dinner. Family time is everything, especially when your child is dancing like a ballerina, making suggestions of who will be voted off the competition, as well as telling Kyle “I give this meal two thumbs way up!” while holding her two actual thumbs high up in the air and shouting with excitement as she shovels the food into her mouth. haha. My kid is the best I honestly can say, and it’s a flipping miracle, cause there are days no lie where I feel like a pretty shit parent. If ya’ll really knew. -sigh- But that’s talk for another time if I even feel like talking about things. ;)

*Side note to remember cause Zoey just said it to me: next chance I can get ahold of Hatchimals, they gotta be Hatchimal Pixies...oh dear lord, love her, she’s so spoiled, LOL

10:23pm: god damn this podcast is awesome. Zoey will be finishing up soon, brushing her teeth, and heading to bed. Then I shall be diving into the realm of H.P. Lovecraft inspired world of the splendid world of Cthulhu. -squees giddily- Ya’ll don’t even knowwww!!!! “Maple bacon cupcakes!” OMG, you guys I’m dying over here with this show I swear!

Mind rant jump moment: I’m trying to figure out how to end this post, cause I want to update ya’ll but now it’s like I actually don’t have the time and IDK why I’m even trying to type this post up when I gotta go now and deal with Zoey real quick. lol Life of a mom. I’m not a single parent anymore...but sometimes I still feel alone. But it’s not Kyle’s fault! My mind....my mind, does this thing, and it affects my body, which affects my mood, which comes full circle back to my mind and I just want to be left alone, in some place quiet. You know??? Hell I don’t even know if anyone can truly relate to me... :/

11:17pm, we can’t seem to find kitty. I guess I need to step away and assist with this, otherwise there will be no sleeping of the Zoey till she is located. -sigh- Being the parent of a 5 year old but has a strong personality of a preteen/adult has it’s trials and tribulations. She blows my mind every day with something new...she also annoys the shit out of me constantly, but I keep myself calm, cool and collected and I deal with each of her little moments in a calm, we are equals and you will understand me and know that I am mother and what I say goes and you need to listen to me, be quiet, behave and do what is needed to be done. Like virtual schooling or cleaning up after herself when her room has been hit by another toy filled hurricane. lol

11:39pm : apparently Zoey and kitty were playing hide and seek and kitty is just really good at hiding. Zoey refused to locate her plushie and continued to pretend to run around panicking like the cat is real and is really missing even though she is clearly some where in the room. -annoyed sigh- My child folks. I annoyingly tell her oh well guess you gotta go to bed with out kitty. She proceeds to cry, I turn the light out and tuck her in and leave the room. Good night you little rascal.

11:44 : it’s my time now!

I’ve paused Michelle for right now, I’m mentally exhausted due to the going ons that just occurred. My daughter can be rather exhausting to deal with lately, thanks to all things going on. I want to put her in brick and mortar schooling but I’m too fucking afraid of her catching COVID. She’s safer at home with me and Kyle! Idgaf what you have to say or think about that choice so keep on walking if you need to Felicia, cause at least my child is safe from all the bullshit and dumbasses of society.

Wow, this turned into a longer post than I was expecting to actually post here. It’s been a while since I’ve really talked, talked on here and IDEK if anyone is even truly following me anymore let alone would see this. LOL. It’s all good, this is my blog after all, and it is out there in the internets to be discovered however it is discovered. I’m pretty sure Kyle is surprised I have spent this much time glued to my computer, typing this all up. It is a little crazy, that I managed to have the time, on my day off for once, to get a little of my mind and my going ons out there for ya’ll to know about. You’re welcome, haha.

So there’s this new filter on Snapchat, that turns you into an anime character. It’s super kawaii! n_n haha!

Alright I’m deciding to end this post on that note right there! I could probably say more, and keep this going, but I do believe this post is pretty long enough and my elbow is starting to ache, haha. It’s been a while since I’ve sat down with my laptop and done anything really worth typing up about.

Just living and surviving, and working in-between.

You stay safe out there Tumblr, I’m sure you’ll hear from me again soon. ;)

GOODNIGHT LOVES.

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seven-oomen · 3 years

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Hi, Ben! I hope you had a good day, and are finally managing some sleep! Congrats on figuring some stuff out for that original novel you’re planning! Also, I’m gonna have to go back through some of your posts about wolf behavior again, because I keep getting vague ideas of how to use some of the info, then not writing it down for later. ’>.> And I don’t know what that gifset of the two dudes dancing is from, but it’s definitely getting added to the “stuff to go over to get inspired to work on IYWTD again”

Also, wtf was up with the dumbass in the bay leaf discussion? Did they actually read any of it at all? Did they just see you say you were white and their brain function shut down? I don’t understand why people have to react to everything with such rage and hatred all the time anymore. Like, yeah, shit’s stupid crazy and rough for everyone these days. That should make you kinder, not meaner. Goddamn.

That gifset of Bucky from the Falcon and Winter Soldier trailer was so pretty, but also made me laugh because my brain would not stop playing “walk, walk, fashion baby” on repeat. XD

And that story of your friend’s about Peter and chihuahuas sounds hysterical. May I offer the idea of them being long-haired chihuahuas? Especially if we’re talking a Peter with more of a Season One look? Because, I mean, just look at these adorable floofs. Can you picture Peter with a tiny army of those (especially the dark brown)? He could get them all their own little v-necks. They could all be named after Japanese movie monsters. Or fashion designers. Or, no, wait, the various Robins/assorted Batkids (how could he pass up an excuse to name one Dick? XD ) God, now I wish I could draw again, just to make a picture of him taking them all for a walk, them all in little harnesses that look like v-necks, him in one of those “I’m the Alpha” t-shirts, leashes in one hand, Starbucks in the other, not a single fuck to be given in sight. XD (And I know it’s intended as a Gen fic, but my brain can’t help but see Noah finding it equal parts hysterical and adorable, especially anytime Peter drops by the station to offer their services as sniffer dogs, and all the deputies lose their absolute minds over all the cuteness. [Peter knows they would do an excellent job. He’s trained them himself after all.] Bonus points if he used the Bat-names and the one named after Barbara Gordon took an extreme liking to Noah. Stiles can always use a little sister.) @for-the-love-of-wolves

Sorry, perils of my job include going a bit overboard on things about animals…

And that new preview is SO CUTE! Oh, Peter, you are so ridiculous, and so incorrigible. Poor Noah. XD He is so put-upon. And stronger than me, because how could you say no to that face? XD I’m SUPER curious to see how you’re changing and diverging from canon, and how it will affect everyone’s relationships. Also how you’re bringing in Malia (at least, from the moodboard I assume she shows up at some point?) SO EXCITED!!!

Also, I was thinking more about goth Chris, because my brain just won’t let things go (see: the whole lingerie thing), so I went looking for some examples of things they could get him to kinda sneak it into his wardrobe a little at a time. Like this shirt (zoom in on some of the other pics to really see the pattern in the fabric) (also, damn, he’d look good in that shirt.) Or this jacket in his more traditional style but a more luxurious fabric. This seemingly simple vest with the detailing that can be hidden under a blazer or jacket, but he’d know it was there. As he starts feeling more comfortable with adding it occasionally, maybe some velvet blazers in deep jewel tones to really make those eyes pop. Maybe a few fancier items for date nights. And maybe something like this (without the shirt under it of course) just for Noah and Peter to see (such a lovely visual, isn’t it? ;D ) Also, this doesn’t quite fit the same vibe, but part of me REALLY wants one of them to get him this coat, because I just can’t let the silver fox thing go, and lbr, it would look PHENOMENAL on him.

Also, during my search, came across this excellent option for Noah.

Anyway, sorry for all the links, I got a little carried away again (as one does. Or at least as this one does…) I hope you are feeling okay, and have at least managed some food and some rest (I still see posts popping up randomly, so I’m less certain about sleep, but rest can be helpful sometimes, too.) I hope today goes well, and that you feel proud of whatever you accomplish (even if that’s just getting through the day.) Take care, try to eat something and hydrate occasionally! *Hugs!*

Hey B! I hope you’re doing alright and that work’s treating you okay.

I definitely can’t wait to see what kind of shenanigans the guys are up to in IFWTD and I’m very curious about the construction chapter! Also yeah, writing a lot of that stuff down is probably a good idea (though I forget to do it too tbh XD).

Dude from the bay leaf turned out to be a self proclaimed Radfem adjacent SSA Gay? And had some very transphobic and Islamophobic language on his blog, so anything he says is no longer relevant or valid imo.

oh god now I’m hearing it too XD Tbf Sebastian Stan is very pretty and he’d walk it just fine <3

I have a feeling gushing over Peter and his army of chihuahuas is something we can all agree on is very necessary at the moment. (I have no idea if that is a sentence since my brain is just very- weird at the moment with the English language.)

But yeah that would be adorable really <3

I have about 2,000 words written for it and the way I’m diverting from canon is something I’m exploring right now. I think the best way to describe it is; Peter did not kill Laura himself (but he did want to confront her.) She was mortally wounded by hunters, got away briefly, found Peter in the woods and although he was angry he saw she was already dying from her wounds. Laura transferred her spark to Peter willingly to keep the Hale spark alive and died in Peter’s arms.

Peter then ran before the hunters could get to him. Laura’s body was then mutilated by the hunters and cut in half. Confused and trying to hide, Peter ran into Scott several hours later and bit the boy in confusion. Turning him and setting the events in motion that we know off. Also dragging Stiles in everything.

Peter starts killing people as per canon, the police department starts investigating. And then Peter escapes the hospital and starts putting pressure on Stiles and Scott. In an effort to win Scott over he grabs Stiles and starts the whole spiel of trying to convince him to get Scott in his pack. But the sheriff catches on that Stiles is not where he’s supposed to be and finds him with a supposed comatose patient. He arrests Peter and brings him over to the station and that’s when we enter the scene I posted a preview for.

The sheriff learns about the supernatural in that interview and suddenly has a whole new world to deal with.

I’m gonna write Malia and Cora into S2 in this verse, don’t know what I’ll do with Jackson though. If I’ll make him Peter’s son or not. And from that point on it’s Noah trying to rehabilitate Peter Hale, making sure he goes to therapy, and them trying to raise a pack and family.

idk that’s the whole idea behind it anyway? I hope that sounds good?

AND MY GOD, Goth!Chris is everything and I love every single one of those pieces. Oh it would look so lovely on him, I can just see it too. My god how can Noah and Peter even take their eyes off off the man XD

And no joke, but I kind of want that shirt you picked for Noah but it’s like expensive and that’s not fair XD But yea, that would fit him extraordinarily well XD. <3

Hope you’re okay <3 Mo and I are holding on. Lots of hugs and take care <3

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