#and how i want to spend these next few years getting my health in order and saving up money
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#tw pregnancy mention#i told my mom about how badly i want a baby#and how once i'm in my early 30s i want to try intrauterine insemination#and how i want to spend these next few years getting my health in order and saving up money#& my mom was so supportive and sweet and said she & my dad would be more than happy to help me raise a baby if i was still living w them#and we both cried about it and shook hands like businessmen
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I do have a few more examples! Tim offers Mister Freeze unlimited funding to help his wife on the condition that he sometimes helps with other projects. He hires Harvey Dent to be his personal lawyer (not that he needs one). Blood Sport, Death Stroke, Dead Shot, and many other mercenaries are hired to "break into" Drake Industries to hunt down and "kill" Tim or "steal" important information in order to test his companies defenses and tell him exactly how they got in so that he can patch any holes. He hires one to break in every 2 to 3 months but never the same person in a year. Like if he uses Deathstroke in August he can't use him again until January.
Tim also doesn't want to force these rouges to move far away from their homes so he opens up branches in Metropolis, Central City, Star City, and others too. Anywhere he opens an office for Drake Industries, crime rate always plummets thanks to him hiring all the Henchmen and giving them stable jobs that pay at minimum double the minimum wage of the area plus really good health insurance and other benefits. They even have dental and 4 months paid maternity *and* paternity leave! The desk work may not be as exciting as their previous jobs but boy is it safer.
Also I would like to make one note. DI is one of the few major cooperations in America that openly does *not* donate to the Jusitce Leauge. Tim is still salty about Bruce Quest and during an interview where someone asked how much he donates to them, Tim said, "oh I don't. At all. It's not that I don't believe in them, I do, uts just. There's already so many places funding them they don't need me. But you know who does? The younger generation of heroes. Did you know that The Teen Titans only get funding through the Justice Leauge? I don't think that's very fair so I donate to them. I donate to Young Justice. I track down and do research on dozens of younger heroes who aren't part of any organization and check to make sure they're doing good in their community and then I directly donate to them. Superheroing is expensive, just look how much the JL spends on it! Could you imagine? Being fresh out of high-school, working a minimum wage job, and having to make your own suit and gadgets while also paying for *college*? The stories I have heard from some of them! This one poor kid, he told me that he had to use this roll of regular fabric he found in a dumpster because buying a roll was to expensive! Of course I sent him to a super hero tailor on my own dime, after all he just wanted to help his community saving kittens from trees and stopping local mugging. But still, small heroes like him are important. After all, didn't Superman start by saving cats from trees? Didn't Green Arrow start by stopping a mugging? Didn't Batman himself start by stopping a purse snatching? You never know who the next big hero will be in 5 or ten years."
I might have gotten a bit to into that rant. Listen. Listen this is a subject close to my heart. Small Time Heroes Are Important!
My gods, I love this so so much. You combined two tropes I love: Tim using Business to fund social programs/decrease crime/hire ex felons and criminals, and Tim turning his back on the JL after the BruceQuest.
Added with Tim funding small time heroes???? This is phenomenal
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Rebranding Yourself Online using ChatGPT
Summary from “Brand Aid: Taking control of your reputation before everyone else does” by Larry G Linne and Patrick Sitkins. This book is from the early 2010s so some things are outdated and not exactly applicable. It’s also a more corporate/ business focused book. I took away what i felt were the major lessons and were more applicable to young adults/ teens/ people on social media today (because social media in 2013 vs today is very different).
I also wanted to add my own input to the summary. I’ve added prompts for ChatGPT that you can use to help figure your personal brand out better.
When rebranding yourself online, I would highly recommend:
1. Archive all your personal Instagram account’s posts (if you have an online business, create a separate page and show very little of yourself). Remove all your stories and highlights. Deactivate your account for at least 8 months.
2. Spend the next 8 months building your social media strategy, your personal brand and reinventing yourself in any way and form you want to (mental, physical, spiritual, etc).
3. Use Pinterest and figure out a theme that defines you the best. Take a look at @mafeanzures
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* A brand is what people think of you.
Questions to ask yourself:
1. What do you think other people think of you?
2. What personal attributes would you benefit from the most if those items were well known to everyone?
Question 1 and 2 in the next few prompts refers to these 2 questions.
ChatGPT prompts after you finish writing down the above answers:
“I want to develop my personal brand on instagram (or any one social media site at a time). Currently I’m seen as a (2 of the most negative qualities and 2 of the most positive qualities from question 1). I want to be seen as (4 of the most positive qualities from question 2). What should I do to be seen as that?”
This will give you a STRATEGY that you can further modify.
Now, ask the same question again but with one change:
“I want to develop my personal brand on instagram (or any one social media site at a time). Currently I’m seen as a (2 of the most negative qualities and 2 of the most positive qualities from question 1). I want to be seen as (4 of the most positive qualities from question 2). What should I post online to be seen as that?”
This will give you CONTENT that you should consider posting.
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* It is very likely that if you are to meet someone new and you’re aware you’re going to meet them, you’ll check their social media out. Whether its LinkedIn, facebook, twitter, instagram… keep your online presence clean.
* Before you post ANYTHING online, ask yourself: “how will this affect my brand?” If you post a story about a nasty break up/ a friendship falling apart/ a negative restaurant review… how do you think other people will see you? Be extremely mindful of your brand and what you post online.
* Rather than the age old advice “just be yourself”, look at “just be your best self.”
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7 steps to a great brand:
1. Write down what you think people think of you: both positive and negative
2. Determine your goals in life (career, family, etc). What brand items do you need to get there? For example, the brand item “intelligent” to move up the corporate ladder. What will you need in order to be perceived as intelligent?
3. Gap analysis: the difference between point 1 (current situation) and point 2 (desired situation).
4. Develop action items. For example, if you want to be seen as innovative at work, start bringing ideas to meetings.
5. Influences on your brand: your dress, style, voice tone and quality, health, recreation, the car you drive, social environments, where you live, the language you speak, the subjects of your conversations, social media postings all impact your brand.
6. List what you must do to protect your brand. For example: not drinking in public; dressing a certain way; etc.
7. Review every 6 months.
Ask ChatGPT: “I am (ethnicity) (gender), (age) years old based in (City, country). Currently I’m seen as a (2 of the most negative qualities and 2 of the most positive qualities from question 1). My viewers would mostly be people from (conservative/liberal/ rural/ urban/ define audience. In case there are two audience types, ask one at a time) backgrounds. I want to be seen as (4 of the most positive qualities from question 2). What behaviours should I not engage in?”
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Using the power of “always”: 5 specific things you pride on yourself for doing regularly.
“I always take the time to be updated in my field of work.”
“I always volunteer every Sunday.”
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Things to keep in mind:
A. Are you easy to find online?
B. Is your content consistent?
C. Do your pictures, videos convey your personal brand?
D. What will enhance your brand?
E. What will damage your brand?
Ask ChatGPT: “I want to develop my personal brand on instagram (or any one social media site at a time). Currently I’m seen as a (2 of the most negative qualities and 2 of the most positive qualities from question 1). I want to be seen as (4 of the most positive qualities from question 2). What can potentially damage my brand if I’m not careful?”
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If you are willing to see what you are doing and saying on the front page of a newspaper tomorrow, proceed with it. If you wouldn’t want it on the front page of the newspaper, STOP immediately.
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More things to keep in mind:
1. The internet amplifies everything
2. Context matters
3. Consistency is everything
4. Your “at home” brand is as important as “outside of home” brand
#c suite#powerful woman#strong women#ceo aesthetic#personal growth#that girl#productivity#getting your life together#balance#rebranding yourself#rebranding#rebrand#alter ego#social media#rebrand social media#reinvent yourself#new self#how to change#instagram#influencer#personal brand#famous
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Hey! Can I request adult misty quigley x fem reader? And also can they kinda have an age gap? (Teehee)
Basically Misty obviously has a thing for needing people to want her and need her and feel important so her very codependent partner comes up with a way to make her feel better by letting Misty treat fake injuries on her? Like idk putting ketchup on her arm and misty bandaging her up and all that to keep herself feeling sane
Click to help Palestine 🇵🇸 🍉
Bandages
Older Misty x reader
AN: hiiiii im so sorry this took so long. I’ve be busy with school and stuff in my personally life but it’s finally out yay. Misty’s text is in yellow I think that’s the colour I originally picked for her. Divider made by @arachnid-wife
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You and Misty first met when your grandmother lived at the nursing home that Misty worked at. You would visit your grandmother once a week. Misty was usually the nurse that helped with her, so you would see her often.
The both of you got very close, so close that you would go out for coffee together every other weekend. It was mostly about your grandmother, but after a while, the conversations turned flirty. You would spend more and more time with her. Soon, she finally asked you out. You went on a few actual dates with her. After a while, you made it official with her. She asked you to move in with her and Caligula. You accept, of course. That was a few years ago, and after all that time with Misty, you started to notice little things about her.
The first time you started noticing was when you accidentally cut your finger while chopping something with a knife.
You were in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and chatting with Misty. You guys were going to have a holiday party with the yellow jackets. You and Misty were chatting and making jokes when you looked over your shoulder, and that's when you felt it. A sharp, searing pain in your pointer finger. You wince and gasp, turning back to see your finger. You drop the knife and lift your hand.
“Oh my gosh!!!” Misty rushes over and grabs a towel, wrapping your finger in it as you let out a huff in pain. “Fuck.” You sigh, groaning, as you lean against the counter.
You ended up having to go to the hospital to get it stitched up. Misty offered, but you were not going to let her sew up your finger at the house. You ended up being alright, and the party ended up actually happening, but instead you ordered some pizzas.
Misty spent the next few weeks keeping you in a bubble. Feeding you even though you cut your non-dominant hand. She would basically do anything for you if you needed to use your hands. She would check on your stitches every day and help clean them.
You really don't mind that she wants to take care of you. In fact, it's quite fun having her do things for you because she won't even hesitate. You want a glass of water? She’s on it. Food? Right away. Misty even spent a week helping you get dressed.
After your finger fully healed, you would notice a slight change in Misty. She wanted to keep helping, but there was nothing to do anymore. She felt like she was unneeded. You decided to talk to Misty one night while cuddling on the couch.
“Hey? You alright?”
“ Wha? Oh yeah, I'm alright, most alright ever." Misty says it sounds obnoxiously cheerful for someone who was pouting because you didn't need help making yourself toast this morning. You look over at her, giving her a smile that says, “I know you're not alright.”
“It's, well, you know, I really loved taking care of you and feeling like I was useful.”
“You're my girlfriend, Misty; you don't need to be "useful." I love you.” You say, kissing her cheek as she smiles back. “I know, but I guess it's my love language to help and to make you better.” She says she is pulling you into her arms and giving your healed finger a little kiss.
“How about this? I'll let you patch me up and “nurse” me back to health whenever you want.”
“But I don't want you to hurt yourself.”
“What if we just pretend? You know, bandage up my fake cut or whatever else you want to do. If it makes you feel better, I really don't mind.” Misty's eyes light up, and she pulls you into a kiss.
From that day forward, it became just part of the two of you. Sure, it's an unusual way to cheer her up, but you don’t really mind. It always goes the same way: she “comforts” you and gives you kisses. Then she “disinfects” your “cut” and puts on a patterned bandage on it before “kissing it better." Misty claims that it's the most important part of the whole process.
One day Misty came home from work upset; it was just a very stressful day, and she needed to come home and see you. You're in the kitchen cooking after Misty finally lets you touch a knife without intense supervision. You hear the front door open and yell out. “Hi baby, how was work?” You say, looking over your shoulder to catch her taking off her jacket with a silent huff, not like herself at all.
She walks into the bedroom without saying a word and changes out of her scrubs. You put down whatever you were doing and follow Misty into your bedroom. “Hey? Baby? You ok? Bad day?” You ask, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her into a hug. “Long day.” Misty mutters, relaxing into your arms.
You pull away and smile softly. “I got a scrape on my knee earlier, babe, Wanna help?” You ask, sitting down on the bed and rolling up your pants to show her your perfectly fine, unscraped knee. Misty raises a brow. “There is no scrape on your knee, babe” Misty says, a little confused.
“What? Misty? My knee hurts. Can you patch me up?” She finally smiles as she lets out a sigh. She understands what you're trying to do, and she grabs her little med kit. Misty kneels next to the bed, rolling up your pants until your knee is fully exposed. She grabs a little alcohol wipe and rubs it on your knee.
“It might sting a little, babe.”
She grabs some bandage wrap, lifts your knee a bit off the bed, and wraps your knee up snugly. She finishes and gives you a little kiss on your bandaged knee. “All better, you get hurt a lot; you gotta be more careful.” You both smile and laugh a little as she pulls you into a kiss.
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Hi! I had to recently cut off one of my childhood best friends because she was becoming toxic and I kept on getting hurt, but it really hurts because she really meant a lot to me. I was wondering if you could write a fluffy Vinnie imagine where he encourages the reader that she made the right choice and comforts her to get her through it. Thank you, I’m sorry that was so long.
a.n. hi!! i’m sorry it took so long for me to write this… just wanna say i’ve been in the same boat as you so i know how much it can suck to go thru a friend break up like this :/ but don’t be too hard on yourself . and please know even if you feel bad about it, you made the right decision. lots of love <33
bestie breakup || vinnie hacker x reader
it had been a hard week for you. you never once expected that you’d eventually have to let go of one of your closest friends, someone who had been like a sister to you for majority of your adolescent years.
but yet here you were writing that long text out in the notes app of your phone.
after being hurt countless times by your best friend’s careless behavior, you finally came to the conclusion you had to let her go. it was an internal battle that took over your mind for months on end, leaving you unsure of what the right decision would be. but when you finally stepped back and realized the friendship was costing you your own happiness, you knew what had to be done; you had to do right by yourself and your mental health even if it hurt for the time being. and hurt it did.
vinnie could tell the whole thing had taken a toll on you. his usually cheery, happy-go-lucky girlfriend had barely left the house, let alone bed, all week.
you tried to hide it from him, but he heard every sniffle, and saw all the dried tears you attempted to wipe away before he entered the room. it broke his heart to see you so sad. he wanted to do whatever he could to get your mind off it all, even if it was just for a little bit.
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vinnie got up extra early the next morning, wanting to go pick up some of your favorite goodies before you woke up and noticed he was gone.
first he stopped at target, purchasing your go to snacks and candies, along with a pint of ice cream, face masks to do later, a yummy smelling candle and a fuzzy teddy bear he knew you would love.
next stop on his list was your favorite local cafe where he ordered what you always described as the best latte in town and a toasted chocolate croissant, knowing it would put that smile on your face he missed so much.
once your drink was ready he carefully carried it to the car and made his journey back home to you.
by the time he pulled in the driveway and walked into your shared bedroom, you had just woken up. rubbing your eyes and rolling over to face him, you reached out for your beloved boyfriend. “where did you go?” you questioned while pouting, “missed you when i woke up.”
“sorry baby, went to pick up breakfast for you.” vinnie explained as he revealed the iced latte in one hand, made just the way you like it, along with the warm croissant in his other. handing you both, he then began emptying the target bag of treats. “i also got you some of your favorite snacks, ice cream, and face masks we can do later. i thought we could spend all day in bed and watch your favorite movies,” he smiled at you in hopes you would like the idea.
“vin, you didn’t have to do all this.” you cooed, starting to get emotional over how sweet your boyfriend was.
“of course i did, love. i hate seeing you so sad over y/f/n so i wanted to do whatever i could to cheer you up today. miss seeing that pretty smile of yours.” he said while cuddling up to your side and placing a quick kiss to your forehead.
after a few moments of silence, he began to speak again. “you made the right decision, you know. don’t feel bad for doing what was right for you. you deserve to be happy and y/f/n was awful to you at the end. it wouldn’t have been fair to yourself if you stayed around just because you’d been friends for so long. i know it hurts now but trust me, you’ll thank yourself in the future.”
you hadn’t even noticed you began crying until vinnie used his thumb to wipe the salty tears from your cheeks.
“thank you, vin. for always being here, and being the best boyfriend a girl could ask for,” you whispered.
“it’s what you deserve, baby. you deserve the best of everything, i hope you know that.”
#vinnie hacker#vinnie hacker x reader#vinnie hacker imagine#vinnie hacker x you#vinnie hacker x y/n#vinnie hacker blurb#vinnie hacker fluff#vinnie hacker fanfic#meg writes : ♡₊˚𓂃⠀◟
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your mareach family headcanons are everything. they're so cute! i wonder, how would luigi and peasley take to being uncles? would they even start wanting one of their own, or will they just pledge themselves to be the best uncles this kid has ever had?
I am so happy someone's actually interested in my Uncle Luisley concepts because I keep having to omit Peasley for the sake of wider applicability and I am so ready to not do that
(@mrspockify if it's okay, I'd like to use this post to answer this ask of yours too, since there's so much overlap!)
Luigi, of course, is absolutely thrilled. Mario has wanted kids pretty much his whole life; now he's getting that chance, and Luigi's gonna have a little niece/nephew/nibling, and by their power combined that's gonna be the safest and most spoiled kid in existence! There's a lot of jumping and shaking each other and whooping and hugging and it's just an absolute spectacle. (I... may or may not have a fic in the works. 👀)
Since he's Prince Consort of the Beanbean Kingdom, Luigi lives about an hour's flight from Toad Town. He visits regularly to bring gifts or to make sure Mario's not running himself into the ground worrying over Peach's health or just to see what else he can do because he's so excited! Whenever he's home, he'll often make checklists of things the parents-to-be may or may not need and set out to gather everything before his next visit, be it practical items like bedding or nursery supplies or more sentimental offerings like a collection of their mother's best recipes (Peach has been wanting those recipes for ages now, so really it's long overdue). He even briefly tries to take up sewing so he can make the tot some clothes (with... disastrous results, admittedly. Such a tiny needle... so much blood...).
Peasley's initially a lot more indifferent to the prospect of being an uncle. He's happy for their friends, truly, but the news doesn't stir him the way it does his husband. But he doesn't remain indifferent for long, and that's because Luigi is absolutely radiant when discussing/performing his perceived duties as an uncle. Peasley worships the very ground he walks upon. Anything that makes Luigi this happy is bound to make him equally happy in short order.
Being an only child (and a little out-of-touch if we're being honest), he has no idea what being an uncle even entails, so he just goes along with all of Luigi's ideas: bedding? He'll have a dozen hand-stitched silken pillows and blankets commissioned because the little royal deserves only the best! A cookbook? He'll have one penned by a professional scribe on the finest parchment, because Mama Mario's legacy shan't be recorded on anything less! They're wanting name suggestions? How about we spend the whole night tossing ideas back and forth, my love? There's a dusty old parlor a few halls down; let's turn it into a nursery so the baby will have a comfortable place to stay should babysitting duties befall us! Admittedly it's still less about wanting to be a good uncle and more about ensuring all of Luigi's desires are fulfilled to the utmost, but hey, he's still a great future uncle by proxy, so that's what counts, right? 😆
They do inevitably discuss having children of their own somewhere along the line, what with the topic being so relevant now. They will at some point need to produce an heir, biological or adopted or unrelated yet entrusted with the title (Peasley is trans, meaning biological children is an option for them). That said, they ultimately decide they're happiest on their own for now; if they decide they want a child somewhere down the line, then that's a bridge they'll cross when they come to it. They've got a good fifty years, stars willing, before they have to worry about who will take over after Peasley, so they're not in any rush.
Queen Bean, on the other hand, isn't getting any younger, and the Mushroom Kingdom's upcoming arrival is a stark reminder of that. Her son and son-in-law proudly show her the parlor-turned-nursery that they've spent weeks renovating, and as they prattle on about all of the luxuries they've equipped it with for a baby that's not even their own, she can't help but feel exasperated.
She pulls her boys in for a hug, anchoring a massive hand on each of their shoulders so they can't run away. "I trust this nursery will one day serve my grandchildren, yes?"
Peasley shoots Luigi an apologetic look, fighting back a wince. Luigi's just trying not to laugh. "We're... discussing it, mother," Peasley finally says.
The Queen smiles placidly and pats them both. "Discuss it faster."
#in summary:#luigi is hella gratuitous in his excitement and peasley is his enabler#they’re both going to be incredible uncles 😌#peaches has opinions#tw pregnancy#luisley
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Hello dear! If you don't like my request, feel free to skip it! But damn it, I'd really like to see the DMC(+V please) relationship with the very soft and kind Y/N. She is like the angel that people talk about - calm, with a gentle smile on her face, caring. I would like to see how the guys admire her when she lulls their child. Thank you in advance!♡♡♡
(I hope I didn't take too much liberation with this one, thanks for waiting! Sorry V is missing, I love him but his part was giving me a headache.💖)
DMC boys x Soft, Angelic Reader (+ their child)♥
Summary; How Dante, Vergil, Nero and V would interact with their kind (and almost ethereal) s/o. How they meet and how they react to Reader caring for the child they have together!
Warning; Reader is gender neutral but can get pregnant and give birth, cursing
MASTERLIST🌸
Dante
Dante didn’t know if he believed in angels before he met you. He met you during the Temen-ni-gru fiasco with Vergil, when you were attacked by demons outside his shop. It was an easy save for him, sending them back to hell where they belonged with some help from Rebellion. You didn’t have much time to thank him before he was gone, telling you to leave the city and grumbling about the destruction to his shop under his breath. He never expected to see you again, just a few days later when you showed up to his shop. You wanted to thank him for saving your life, and cashed in a favour from your uncle, who owned a construction company.
Over the next few weeks, Dante’s shop was back in working order– all thanks to you! While your uncle and his guys were fixing Devil May Cry (as he’d decided to call it) he ended up spending quite a bit of time with you. You’d bring him breakfast in the morning, usually being the one to wake him up too. Somehow, mornings weren’t as bad when the first thing he saw was your face.
Initially, Dante was extremely reluctant to allow you to enter his life. You are such a kindhearted and beautiful person, an angel amongst men. Someone as wholesome as you should never be condemned to a life of darkness. But you were also stubborn, and you somehow managed to force yourself into his life, carving out your very own place in a world you didn’t belong in. And now that you’re in it– Dante doesn’t know what he’d do without you. You had become an integral part of his life with just a smile and a laugh like music.
He is under no illusions that he can live several lifetimes and still not deserve you. But he’s willing to try anyway. He’s a better person with you; more driven, more open and a hell of a lot more happy. That’s just the effect you have on him.
Dante never thought a family would ever be on the cards for him, but to have a future with you was his biggest dream. You had been together for a few years when you told him that you were pregnant– and he was over the moon with excitement! Sure, he had moments of doubt, of anxiety and insecurity, but he knew that you guys were a team. Through sickness and in health, and all that sappy shit. He’ll make miracles happen for you.
You have a son together, and you insisted he be named after Vergil. Dante teared up at that, you knew how much guilt he still carried for his brother, and this was your way of freeing him from that guilt. Dante worked twice as hard to provide for you during your pregnancy, taking up more jobs and stepping up to do household chores that you were unable to do yourself. He didn’t want you straining yourself, your job was hard enough. You were to just relax and focus on creating that little being inside your belly. There were a few complications during your pregnancy but, in the end, baby Vergil was born a beautiful, healthy baby.
Dante is definitely the type to cry when he holds his son for the first time, from the moment Vergil entered this world he had his father wrapped around his tiny finger. The two are as thick as thieves by the time Vergil is three, partners in crime and a massive pain in your ass. Sometimes your son will say something particularly snarky and Dante can’t help but be reminded of his brother.
Vergil’s favourite bedtime story is The Gruffalo by Julia Donaldson, every night he will refuse to sleep until you have read it to him. Dante likes to listen to you as well, but tonight he decides he’ll give you a break and read it himself. You snuggle up next to Vergil, your son clutching his favourite stuffed animal to his chest. Dante’s reading of the story is dramatic, worthy of an award in voice acting too. Vergil’s eyes are heavy but he stubbornly fights to keep them open, slowly but surely your hand running along his back and the voice of his daddy is enough to coax him into a restful sleep. By the time Dante finishes the book, he looks over to see that you have also fallen asleep, a soft smile graces his features. He doesn’t bother waking you or picking you up. Instead he climbs in beside you, holding his family in his arms as he joins you in dreamland.
Vergil
You are a human, a demon hunter working with his brother, but still just a human. No powers or supernatural abilities, weaker than him in every physical sense… but somehow you had Vergil enchanted since the moment he laid eyes on you.
Dante thought it best to introduce the two of you, since you worked quite closely with him, it made sense for Vergil to be familiar with you. Vergil straight up forgot how to speak. He was captivated, unable to take his eyes away from you. You greeted him warmly with a soft smile, extending your hand for him to shake. “Hi, it’s lovely to finally meet you.”
Snapping out of his trance, Vergil glared. What kind of demon hunter was this sweet? His social skills are terribly underdeveloped, and he and Dante are barely scratching the surface of his trust issues. He does not react well to you being so… you. He completely ignores your hand.
You didn’t mind the cold greeting, simply lowering your hand and laughing the rejection off. “I guess we’re not quite there yet, that’s okay.” Your smile never once faltered. His eyes lingered for too long before he stalked away. Dante was swift in assuring you that Vergil was just like this sometimes.
He tried to avoid you after that, which was far more difficult than he was expecting. The pull he felt towards you was too strong for him to resist for long, and after a while he gave in. There is a serenity to your presence that he craved, and you were all too happy to indulge him. You always had a smile for him, unbeknownst to him at the time– you were drawn to him as well. He scoffs at the idea of soulmates but you’ll argue about it to this day!
You bring a sense of stability to the shop, and his life in general, one that he hadn’t experienced since before his mother’s death. He still can’t quite grasp the fact that, despite everything he’s done in his life, you can still love him. You deem him worthy of your love, and he’ll never disappoint you.
When you told him that you had fallen pregnant; he was terrified. He and Nero were on decent terms by that point, but he still beat himself up for not being there for his first son. The thought of history possibly repeating itself filled him with a type of fear he had never experienced before. You had to talk him down from the verge of a panic attack, hands gently cradling his face, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “You deserve to be happy, Vergil,” you said with so much love in your voice. “And our baby will adore you.”
He was extremely overprotective during your pregnancy, and obsessed over your health. He read every book he could find on pregnancies and babies, he didn’t want any surprises– everything had to go as smoothly as possible.
You gave birth to a daughter, a tiny baby with your features but the same shock of snow white hair as her father.
Nero was a bit freaked out by your relationship at first, he’d worked with you for years— even considered you a friend. And now you were in a relationship with his father and having a baby? His half sibling? He came around, thankfully, and is more than happy for the both of you. Standing outside of the hospital room while you and the baby were being checked over, Nero slapped a hand on his father’s shoulder, “Congrats, man!” He grinned at the baby through the window facing into the room. “Don’t fuck it up.”
You’re a natural at caring for your child, and Vergil’s favourite thing in this entire world is seeing you both happy. Nothing makes his heart flutter more than seeing you standing in the middle of the nursery with your daughter held in your arms, rocking her gently and humming a sweet lullaby under your breath. He recalls a time when his own mother would do the same for him and Dante, even when they insisted they were too old for her to be singing to them. He understands now why she ignored them. Your child will always be your baby, no matter how old she gets. Her big blue eyes slowly drift closed, reluctant but too tired to resist the allure of sleep.
Vergil waits until you lay your daughter into her crib before pulling you into an embrace, leaning in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. He has everything he could ever want, and he promises that he will not fuck this up.
Nero
Nero doesn’t remember a time in his life without you. You grew up together in Fortuna, for a long time it was just you two against the world. Nero never understood how you could always be such a lovely person when you were treated so awfully by everyone around you, but now he knows it’s just who you are. You don’t have a mean bone in your body. You were the type of child to rescue cats from trees and nurse injured birds back to health, and Nero often accompanied you on these righteous ventures– even when he pretended to be doing so reluctantly. Your kindness is what made Nero fall in love with you. Even at such a young age he knew you were special. When his arm changed, becoming suspiciously demon-like, you didn’t judge him and even helped him conceal his transformation from everyone else. There was no big confession between you, you just clicked together like two pieces of a puzzle. The transition between friends and lovers was fuzzy and neither of you can actually tell when you got from A to B.
But that’s okay, because as far as you’re concerned– there hasn’t ever been a moment that you weren’t together. Nero doesn’t know what he’d do without you, every little thing you do fills his soul with pure glee. Some say that the idea of soulmates is silly, Nero heavily disagrees! There are times when he wonders if you would be better off with someone else, someone who lived a safe, normal life. But you don’t want that person. You want Nero.
You two planned your pregnancy, deciding it was time to expand your family. He was with you through every step, every hardship and milestone. You heard the words “How are you feeling?” “Are you okay?” a lot. He was so worried about you, and his unborn child, as most first time parents are. He was incredibly thoughtful and did his best to lessen your stress levels but he also trusted you to know your own limits when it comes to working and household chores.
You went into labour while he was out on a job with Dante, he’d been working more in order to put some money away for when the baby was born. Nero was borderline hysterical, too panicked to even begin to think on what his next actions should be. Dante had to take him by the shoulders and shake some sense into him, “Get it together, kid!” He sent Nero on his way back to you with a promise to take care of the job solo then meet him afterwards at the hospital.
By the time Nero gets to you, you are sitting up in your hospital bed, a tiny bundle of blue blankets in your arms. You cooed at your son, watching over him with just the softest look on your face. Nero’s legs felt weak as he stumbled over to you, unable to tear his focus away from the tiny, white haired, baby. His baby, that he shared with you.
He takes time off work to care for you and your son, the two most important things in his life. He has money stashed away so you won’t be struggling financially, but even when you have recovered and are able to easily function on your own, he’s reluctant to leave you alone. He’s always been fiercely protective of the people he loves, being a father has awoken a level of overprotectiveness that you didn’t even think possible. He’s an absolute mother hen. Nico honestly gets kind of sick of his constant worrying, she’s the one that gets him to “Yo, chill the fuck out” and give you some room to breathe. You appreciate his concern, of course, but his smothering was getting a little overwhelming!
He treasures every moment with your son, and his favourite times are when you sing him to sleep. You really are like an angel in those moments, sent from the heavens to bless every human you come into contact with. He’s blessed to have such a loving, kind and patient life partner.
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#devil may cry#devil may cry x reader#dmc x reader#dmc#dante x reader#vergil x reader#nero x reader#dmc headcanons#dmc imagines
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Inspired by @antadogoias 's post:
cw: fem!reader
an: im trying out some smau stuff, let me know what you think and if you have any tips!
The bright lights of the charity gala illuminated the ballroom, casting a warm glow over the elegant guests sipping champagne. Andrey stood at the edge of the room, feeling slightly out of place in his tailored suit. As a professional tennis player, he was used to the intensity of the court, but social events like this always made him a bit uneasy.
Then, amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, he spotted you. Despite being a Formula 1 rookie you had managed to already make history as one of a few women to enter motorsport. Your determination, skill and charisma had captured his attention from the moment he had first heard about you. You were standing near the bar, ordering a drink in your evening gown, looking like a Bond’s girl.
Summoning up his courage, Andrey made his way over to you, his heart pounding in his chest. "Hi," he said, his voice slightly nervous but determined. "I'm Andrey. It's a pleasure to meet you". You turned to face him, your eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Andrey Rublev, the tennis star?" you exclaimed, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "I'm honored. It's nice to finally meet you in person”.
Andrey felt a surge of relief as you found a common ground. Your conversation flew effortlessly as if you had known each other for years. You two spent the whole evening together turning a boring event into an opportunity to get to know each other.
You and Andrey have been going out for a few months. Busy schedules resulted in you two spending time for not more than four days at a time. Nonetheless, you still tried to see each other every moment you could. That often resulted in you sitting in the stands, going over your latest race data, while Andrey trained. He often feels bad for training while you visit him but you don't mind as you can sit next to him, look pretty and enjoy the view. He always sets up the best dates as a compensation - he would take you to fancy dinners, and less fancy local adventures. He always makes sure you have fresh flowers, either he would give you them in person or send you a bouquet when you two were apart.
First time fans started noticing your connection was when Tennis Channel posted a video asking tennis players who their favorite Formula 1 driver was. "Y/N," he said without hesitation, a spark in his eyes. "She's my favorite. She's incredibly talented, and I admire her passion and dedication to her sport. She’s determined and has gone through a lot. One of the strongest people I know”. His cheeks flushed red as he realized how quickly he replied.
You two found yourself in a locker room after a particularly hard match. Andrey had fought hard, but in the end, he had come up short, defeated by his opponent in a long battle. His shoulders slumped with exhaustion and disappointment, as he looked at the floor. You sat beside him, your expression filled with concern and empathy as you reached out to gently squeeze his hand. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Andrey, please" you said softly, your voice a soothing balm to his wounded pride. "You played your heart out there, and that's all anyone can ask for. Tomorrow is another day, another chance to prove yourself." Andrey sighed, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him as he hid his face in your shoulder. He held onto you like his life depended on it. In that moment, he realized just how lucky he was to have you by his side – not just as a partner, but as a source of strength and support in times of need.
You didn’t necessarily keep your relationship secret but you didn’t want it to be in a spotlight. Media and reporters tend to be quite invasive and with Andrey struggling with his mental health you wanted to avoid it for as long as possible. Fans and reporters had analyzed your every interaction, searching for clues and hints that would confirm their suspicions. But you two wanted to focus on your respective careers. Until one fateful day, when a reporter finally broached the subject during a post-match interview.
"Andrey, can you comment on the rumors that you're dating Y/N?" the reporter asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. Andrey hesitated for a moment, his mind racing as he weighed his options, he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. But then, he glanced over at you, who was watching him with a reassuring smile, and he knew that the time had come to set the record straight. “Yea, we have been dating for some time now. She's an incredible person, and she's helped me a lot, especially mentally. I think it’s noticeable as I’m a lot calmer on the court these days. I owe her a lot”. As he spoke, a feeling of relief and freedom washed over both of you.
@/y/n.isntagram
All the rumors are true : )
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i thought about tennis au and tossed that idea through the filth filter and went in a very different direction so. another take on a tennis au for you: star tennis player dream and coach hob. maybe hob was a major competitive player as an under-18 but got injured (fucked up knee!hob my beloved) and turned to coaching instead. and maybe dream is a bit older than him, approaching the end of his professional sports career, and appreciates hob's approach to injuries and respecting one's body. dream may look younger than he is, but he can't walk off a sprain the way he way he used to, and hob won't let him try.
but. for the filth side of this. hob is dream's coach during the training season, but during tournaments? he's dream's stress relief. if dream's anxious before a match, hob will hold his hips still and give him the longest, slowest blowjob of his life until he calms down. if dream wins they'll head back to dream's hotel room, order room service, and dream will sit hob on his cock and feed him sweets as a reward for doing such a good job as dream's coach.
but if he's frustrated after a loss, well... that's when things get interesting. hob makes a point of knowing exactly where the closest room with a lockable door is, because that's the only limit he insists on for dream's post-loss catharsis (he'll let dream fuck his throat in the locker room sometimes, though. if they have to go back to the hotel to get privacy and dream really needs to take the edge off)
because once they're alone? he's dream's to do with as he will, and dream takes full advantage of that. if dream's feeling generous he might start off opening hob up with his fingers. if not, he'll cut right to the chase and start working the lubed handle of his tennis racket into hob's hole.
after a particularly bad loss -- and after he's made hob come once already by grinding the handle into hob's prostate -- he starts working fingers into hob alongside the racket. he gets up to what hob thinks must have been three or four before he pulls them out and takes the racket with them, and then rummages in his bag for a minute. the next thing that presses at hob's hole is... pretty unmistakably a tennis ball. it's covered in lube but that doesn't change the fact that it's textured and rough and big, but dream tells him quite clearly that it's the ball that lost him the match, so he may as well get some enjoyment from it.
(it's not. it's a ball that dream had prepared days ago, had carefully cut holes in so he could thread a cord through it for safe removal later, because he adores hob and also does not want to have to bring him to a hospital to get a tennis ball out of his ass, thanks very much. but, well. hob doesn't need to know that just yet, now does he?)
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Asdfhjl I'm having THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS ABOUT THIS OK partly because my favourite tennis player retired last year and im still mourning him. roger please come back, for my mental health.
Taking this in a similar-but-different direction. Maybe Hob was the junior number 1 and he was literally just about to start competing in the senior ranks and then boom, catastrophic knee injury. Dream was a few years younger and Hob was his inspiration so he's totally devastated that they're not going to have a big sexy senior rivalry :/// the solution? He hires Hob as his coach.
Hob has never coached anyone, doesn't have a clue what he's doing, doesn't know why Dream would hire him when he comes from money and could literally pay for anyone... but he's kind of out of a career so he says yes! And that's how they end up spending Dream’s entire professional career together.
Hob sits in the players box with chanel sunglasses and a iced coffee, looking like a damn supermodel while Dream sweats his way through the competition. Obviously on the inside Hob is literally shitting himself with nervousness but he only lets the emotion out when the match is over. Hob literally jumps down from the stands at one point when Dream wins the US Open (terrible for his knee, brilliant for the photographers).
As for the filth... Well, as an athlete, Dream has to be careful with his body. This means that Hob takes the brunt of the physical side of the relationship. If Dream has a good training session he gets to sit down all comfy on the bench in the locker room while Hob does his job and bounces up and down on his cock. If Dream doesn't have a good session, he gets to take his frustrations out by spanking Hob's pretty arse with his tennis racket. Dream’s physical and mental health is Hob’s top priority, and he can and will sprint to the bathroom during a break in play to give the world's quickest, sloppiest blowjob.
Dream just wishes that they would make more trophies with pointy ends. So many of them are shaped like plates! How's he supposed to use them as dildos! It's Hob’s reward to have his hole filled up after he's helped Dream win the tournament.
Maybe he'll just have to take two tennis balls instead.
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im not sure what prompts you were after for Anthonys day but what about some hurt/comfort regarding Anthonys anxiety, it could involve the entire crew caring for Anthony as they watch and realise that he may not be protorising his mental health. maybe some kisses from ian idk man
Anthony took only three steps further until he stopped in his tracks. "Is that… Is that Breathless by Asking Alexandria?!"
The Extra Mile
Ever since Anthony was back at Smosh, something had happened to the rest of the cast and crew. They walked just a little friskier, their conversation was just a tad more lighthearted and their laughter just a bit louder. Out of everyone, the change was biggest in Ian, Anthony's co-founder and best friend, then ex-best friend and now best friend again.
Ian had been emerging as the company's new office-clown and mascot for a few months while nobody knew but him and Anthony that the latter would be coming back. The others were shocked and surprised - in a good way - to see Ian so radiant and bright. He didn't use to be this way.
The problem was, nobody (safe one) really knew how to read Anthony yet, not even his best friend. His ever enchanting cackling laughter, his eyes, half moon-shaped and his general coolness… he had these outlandish tattoos that seemed to streak all along his body like paintbrushes, his many rings and piercings, and his ripped jeans, they all gave him the allure of a mysterious rock star from a lost era.
And Anthony really put in an effort to get to know everyone, and them him. He put on a friendly face each day at the Smosh office and laughed at everyone's jokes, which was easy because everyone there was a comedian in their own right.
But he was struggling inside. The reason he wanted to come back wasn't all these people. It was just one. He and Ian had both just been standing there, wide-eyed, smiling at each other, after that day of writing together for the first time in years. It had gone SO well, they couldn't believe they were still such a perfect fit. Their comedy - just the two of them - was wat Anthony realized he craved more than anything in the world.
So, Anthony's efforts to vibe with the other cast were always half-hearted, however hard he tried to care, he just didn't. He just waited out the filming day to spend time again with Ian and come up with sketch ideas together.
There was one person at Smosh who started to notice this about Anthony. Their "got my psychology minor online" comedian, Shayne. It didn't matter to him that people joked about his diploma. He read pretty much everyone like a book. At first, he'd been so glad that Anthony bas back himself, that he hadn't noticed. But whenever he saw Anthony checking his phone more than he had to, he noticed Anthony trying - truly trying, but failing - to be interested in the stories Angela was telling him, Shayne's blonde brows furrowed and he had decided to bring this up privately to Ian.
"He's not happy." Those words crashed into Ian like a bus on a highway.
"This is terrible, I'm such a fool for throwing him into the deep so immediately," he lamented to Shayne.
"Hey, you decided on those things together." It was no use. Ian leaned heavily on his desk.
"I fucked up. Shayne, we need to fix this, fast!"
Ian got all cast and crew together and announced a secret project.
"This is so important, you guys," Ian said so earnestly that nobody dared to laugh. He handed everyone a list. It had all Anthony's likes, dislikes, beliefs, in-jokes and proudest Smosh-moments on it.
"Everyone must memorize these by tomorrow, that's an order!" Ian said. Everyone silently nodded in agreement.
The next day Anthony walked into the Smosh office a little apprehensively. He sighed.
"Come on, get hyped," he told himself. "Try to enjoy this. Ian got Smosh to survive because of this. Let's go!"
Not even one foot inside the building, Shayne says:
"Hi Anthony, wonderful to see you! Here you go, your favorite! Chai latte with a little extra spice!"
"Oh, thank you?" Anthony smiles as a crewmember approaches him.
"Anthony! Here's some vegan, gluten free bagels with vegan salmon and vegan cream cheese!"
"How did you know I love those?"
The crewmember just smiles.
Anthony takes only three steps further until he stops in his tracks. "Is that… Is that Breathless by Asking Alexandria?!"
"It sure is," Angela chimes in while doing a little dance and giggle.
Anthony only just gets to the door of the next room at the office and wants to grab the doorknob, Amanda says "I WOULDN'T DO THAT IF I WERE YOU!"
Anthony jumps and asks "why?"
Amanda lowers her head and raises one eyebrow while whispering: "you'll have to put ice on your precious hand if you touch it…"
Chanse and Tommy walk up to Anthony. Tommy is somehow covered in feathers, making a grandiose sigh. Chanse asks him: "Why the hell are you dressed like a chicken?!"
"And by the way," Arasha appears out of nowhere, holding a bag that says "popcorn" on it, "this popcorn is for… ME! Hahahaha, you don't like popcorn! We have sliced cucumber and guac for you inside.
Amanda opens the door with an oven mitten and Anthony looks into the room. Everyone is there: all of the cast and crew, sitting on bean bags and couches and blankets. Ian stands up in a onesie with his face all over it, and says: "Anthony! Are you ready to watch a movie with us? There's more drinks and food when you're done with those, but remember to go easy on the pepsi!"
Anthony smiles widely. All these people took the time to really get to know him. They are not just 'other people', they are an extension of Ian, an extension of Smosh. Anthony just knows Ian put them all up to this. And he hugs Chanse who stands closest to him and says "Thank you, you guys…" His eyes tear up a little.
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Update on my perfection playthrough: I did it!
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I earned 100% perfection in early fall of year 5. I’ve been playing for a while past that though because I wanted to finish wrapping up a few things. Still not quite done, but nothing’s ever quite done so I figured I’d make the post now ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Proof + some screenshots of completed collections since I figure most people don’t get to see them
I’m also dating every eligible in town so I got to see everyone’s events and get everyone to 10 hearts 😄 I’m the village bicycle I guess
The only person not at 10 hearts is my son Leon, he’s new. My first child is Ginger, I had her with Shane and named her that because I was away on ginger island when I missed the day we brought her home 😬 Then I divorced Shane and married Haley, and I had unlocked warping by then so I was present for Leon’s birth 👍 I’ll accept my parent of the year award now, thank you
Now for some cool places & lore around my farm!
In the top left corner, I have a small garden and sitting area surrounding grandpa’s grave. The fruit trees here are all old enough to give iridium fruit, and I sometimes go sit on the chair by grandpa and relax. The smell of fruit and flowers in the area also attracts junimos and small animals
In the bottom right corner, my slime hutch has been leaking contamination into the area, making it a lovely sanctuary for slimejacks, skeletons, and carnivorous plants. Also Wumbus the slime man lives there. This area is used for educational visits but for your health and safety we ask that you do not linger long. Also wash your hands
Next door to the left you can see the coop where my golden chickens live. No word yet on what the interaction of pure slime and pure perfection will do to the surroundings
Next: cave shrine
The bats leave offerings for the gilded man, and I am but the humble steward who keeps the altar clear
(I highly recommend putting the golden lewis in the farm cave every time. It brings me so much delight)
My aquarium! On the farm map, it is located just south of the greenhouse, in the blue cabin by the two fish ponds
I had to catch every fish in the game for perfection, and after I did that I decided I wanted an aquarium in which to display every fish. So I had to catch them all again 😅 I also had to invite a friend onto the save file in order to upgrade his cabin and remove the beds, because you really need a house to have enough space to show off all these fish and decorate around them
The main room is for ocean fish (with a small corner devoted to coldwater fish in the southwest corner). On the right are the freshwater fish, both river and lake. Up the stairs we have the fish that like warm climates, then last we have the deep, dark, and otherwise dank fish 🐠
I love how this building turned out, and the screenshot doesn’t do it justice. It’s so delightful to walk around and see all the fish swimming around their tanks
And finally, here is my house!
We’ve got a chill living room/kitchen, a funky bedroom (with Lewis’ shorts on display, obvs), a cute children’s bedroom, and… the basement where our shitty roommate Bobo lives. He doesn’t pay rent.
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I would say if anyone wants to try a perfection playthrough, I highly recommend giving it a shot! It forced me to spend time doing things in this game that I never paid much attention to, like cooking and completing monster eradication goals. I also got to see the heart events for characters I hadn’t befriended before! Some things were kind of a slog to get through, but I liked having such a large project with so many different aspects to work on
And if you haven’t played much past the community center before, I have to tell you that’s just the beginning. There’s so much cool stuff to find and play with, and a lot of it was added in recent updates so some people don’t know how much is there. Starting a new file and experiencing these things organically as I played was a lot of fun
As for advice on how to do a perfection playthrough, my biggest tip would be to make it fun! Place decorations and make up stories and make your farm somewhere you want to be, because you’re gonna spend a lot of time there 😅 Sometimes a little inefficiency is worth it to have something that makes you smile
#(check notes for ginger island addition)#let me know what you think! is there anything here that you didn’t even know existed in the game?#the sunflowers btw are for my wife haley 🥰🌻#the coop next to my house is for my original animals (and therefore my favorites 💝)#they are mostly named after danganronpa characters lol you fan ask for a list of names if you feel like calling me out#long post#undescribed#sepulchritudinous#sdv perfection#sdv
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The Scrappy Huntress
Pairings: No romantic pairing. Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, and The Scrappy Huntress. 😉
Summary: The Winchesters might end up with a new member of Team Free Will.
Warnings: None. Only fluff. Figurative and literal fluff. Very brief mentions of blood.
Word Count: 1.5k+
A/N: So, I've been struggling with my mental health a bit lately and I've been having a hard time finding inspiration to write my next chapters for my series.
So, chatting with my daughter, I told her I wanted to write something super fluffy for Dean and she suggested Dean and a kitten, and this idea grew almost immediately, so I wrote it.
Hoping that getting out smaller drabbles like this will kick start inspiration! I'm sorry to those waiting for chapter updates!! They're coming, I promise. ❤️
The beautiful dividers here and below were created by @talesmaniac89 . 💓
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"Just leave it, Sam! If you pay attention to it, it's never gonna go away." Dean scowled down at his giant baby brother, who'd compressed his massive 6'4 frame down into a crouch in order to pet the scrawny kitten that had taken up residence just outside their motel room door.
Sam shook his head and looked up at Dean. "It's been outside since we got here yesterday, Dean. I don't think it's being fed. It's obviously a stray, let me bring him in and give him a bit of food and water."
"No!" Dean said vehemently. "I know you, Sammy. You bring that damn thing in, and before you know it, we'll be putting up lost posters and spending the next week searching for owners."
Sam just let his eyes plead for him and Dean was quickly outdone by a skinny black cat and big puppy dog eyes.
"Ugh!" He growled angrily. "Fine, bring it in, give it some milk, then back out it goes."
Sam scooped up the kitten quickly before Dean could change his mind and walked into their motel room.
"Most cats are lactose intolerant, milk might upset his stomach," he argued.
"How do you know it's a he?" Dean asked as he followed Sam into the room, closing the door behind him.
"Huh." Sam said, contemplating. "I don't actually know."
He turned the kitten upside down to check and the fluffy feline let out several long mewls at the undignified treatment.
"I was wrong, it's a girl." Sam corrected himself. Turning the kitten right side up, he scratched her ears for a moment as compensation for his rude behavior.
"Who's a pretty little girl?" He questioned nonsensically as he nuzzled her soft fur.
Dean rolled his eyes and plopped down on the bed, leaning his shoulders against the headboard, still dressed in his big brown leather coat and boots.
"Feed her and put her back outside so we can get back to figuring out why two perfectly healthy men have dropped dead out of nowhere in this town in the last week. I'd like to finish up and get back to my very comfortable bed."
He slapped his hand down against the lumpy motel mattress aware that he'd gone soft ever since they'd found the bunker a few years ago.
"You know, I was thinking..." Sam began and Dean rolled his eyes.
"No." He answered curtly.
"You don't even know what I was gonna say!" Sam protested.
But Dean was already shaking his head. "I know exactly what you were going to say, and there's absolutely no way we're taking that flea infested thing home with us."
"She's not flea-infested." Sam defended her. "And she could make sure we don't see any more mice scurrying down our hallways."
"No, instead we'd just see a little runt kitten running around that we'd have to feed and take care of. We're not exactly home-bodies, Sam. Who'd look after the thing when we're on the road?" He shook his head again. "We're not taking it home."
Sam pouted slightly. "She's a 'she' not an it."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Whatever. So if SHE can't drink milk, what are you going to feed her with?"
"I'm gonna run over to that little corner store down the street. They probably have cans of cat food." Sam answered as he brought the kitten over to Dean.
Sam tried to pass the kitten to him, but Dean held his hands up, palms out. "No way, I'm not holding that thing, it's gonna pee on me, or scratch the shit outta me."
"SHE is not going to pee on you, and dude, are you telling me you're seriously afraid of the world's tiniest claws? Man, you fight werewolves!" Sam said, incredulously.
Dean frowned and lowered his hands allowing Sam to set the tiny ball of fluff there.
"Yeah, well I shoot werewolves. You telling me I can silver-bullet her if she starts scratching?"
Sam shot him a look and Dean huffed out a sigh. "Kidding, kidding. Sheesh."
"I'll be fifteen minutes, tops. I bet you can keep her from attacking til I'm back." Sam said, sarcasm dripping from every word.
"Yeah, yeah." Dean said waving his brother out the door.
As the door closed behind Sam, Dean looked over the tiny black cotton ball that he had gripped in his hand.
He adjusted the kitten slightly, not wanting to squeeze too hard. He could feel it's tiny little ribs beneath his fingers, and it's heartbeat slamming fast against them.
Dean's face softened slightly. "Its okay, I won't really shoot you, promise." He said quietly.
He readjusted again so the kitten could sit fully in his palm, and he could hold it in place with his other hand.
"Man, you really are a runty little thing, aren't you?"
The kitten blinked up at him with wide blue eyes. "I thought cats had green eyes." Dean said out loud, unable to stop the compulsion to rub his thumb over the cat's tiny head.
As he did, a sudden rumbling purr started up and when Dean petted her again, the kitten chased his thumb, rubbing up against it and then nibbling on the end.
Dean snorted with humor as she rolled onto her back in his hand, batting at his fingers with all four feet.
"Ooh, you're a scrapper." He moved his fingers forward to pet her black and white speckled belly and chuckled in spite of himself as she spread her four paws wide before closing them tight around his hand and "attacking".
He ferocious bites turned quickly into licks, her rough tongue scraping across his callused fingers. She let him pet her belly for real, and soon she was purring very loudly and falling asleep on her back, outstretched in his hand.
Dean continued to stroke her belly and found himself relaxing deeply as he listened to the, soothing rumble coming out of the tiny little creature.
He held her like that until Sam came back with the cat food and woke her up so she could eat and drink.
The brothers chuckled together as the kitten scarfed the wet food, emitting endless "threatening" growls while she ate.
When she was finished, Dean merely rolled his eyes as Sam pulled out the small tray and bag of litter he'd bought, "just in case" Dean agreed to let the kitten stay in the room over night.
"It looks like it's gonna rain, she'll drown out there." Sam reasoned. "Look, we'll keep her safe tonight and then bring her to an animal shelter tomorrow, okay?"
Dean was still frowning, although both of them knew he was going to let the kitten stay.
"Fine." He said with a sigh.
They spent a couple hours working on the case. They thought maybe they were hunting down a crossroads demon, collecting early on demon deals, but they needed more info. They just knew both victims had been newly wealthy and died very suddenly under strange circumstances.
As they looked things over, they were occasionally distracted by the little furball tearing around the room, attacking their shoelaces and puffing up to hiss at the "other cat" in the floor length mirror that hung on the outside of the bathroom door.
Despite his reluctance to encourage his brother, Dean couldn't help but laugh when the kitten's fur stood on end, and she arched her back, jumping sideways and then bouncing around on her back legs.
Finally deciding to call it a night, the boys took their turns in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Dean called dibs and bounded in there before Sam could complain that two grown men shouldn't be relying on dibs to decide things.
When it was Sam's turn he decided to jump in the shower, taking a bit longer, since there was no one waiting on him. Going second had its perks.
When he finally came out, clicking the bathroom light off, he chuckled softly to himself at the picture in front of him.
Dean was sprawled out on his stomach, lightly snoring. One knee was bent, and his arms were wrapped around the pillow he was laying his head on. Curled up in the crook of his elbow, the little kitten was fast asleep as well, no doubt enjoying the warmth of the soft breaths Dean was emitting.
Sam shook his head. He knew Dean would cave, they were definitely taking that little fluff ball home with them.
***
Hours later Dean woke up to the sound of loud scratching and he moaned and buried his face further into his pillow.
"Sam, make that stupid cat stop scratching!" He mumbled out sleepily to his brother. There was no response and the scratching continued.
Finally he sat up, angrily turning to Sam, planning on waking him from his comfortable sleep and forcing him to deal with the misbehaving kitten.
But as he looked over at his brother's bed, his blood ran cold. Sam lay, seemingly paralyzed, his eyes the only part of him that was moving, shooting around the room, panic-stricken while blood seeped from his nose and mouth.
"Sammy!" Dean cried out as he leapt from his bed. He grabbed his brother by the shoulders and shook him uselessly before jumping up, throwing on the lights and starting to search for a hex bag; this had to be witchcraft.
As he started looking through all the cupboards and under the bed, he began to feel himself stumble. It felt as though all his muscles were stiffening up and he crashed to the floor, the coppery taste of blood filling his mouth.
He looked over to where the kitten was still scratching at the cheap wood paneling in the room. He tried to pull himself over, but he felt his arms become wooden and he couldn't move.
All he could do was watch as the kitten scratched a hole in the worn paneling, and batted at something inside. With a growing sense of disbelief, Dean blinked slowly as she snagged her claw in the top of a hex bag and then tossed it into the air as she shook it free of her claw.
She then pounced on it, batting it back and forth. Finally she attacked it fully, wrapping it up in her paws and kicking it hard with her back feet.
As she gave a particularly hard kick, the bag tore open and the contents spilled out.
Suddenly the sensation zoomed back into Dean's arms and legs and he coughed up and spit out the last of the blood that was in his mouth. He crawled quickly to the hole and pulled out a second hex bag, whipping out his lighter and burning it. He stood up and tossed the burning pouch into the bathroom sink as he heard Sam coughing and shifting around in his bed.
Dean leaned against the bathroom doorframe, sagging slightly, his muscles still a bit weak.
"You good, Sammy?"
Sam nodded and gave a thumbs up.
Dean wiped away the blood that had dribbled down his chin, watching as the kitten batted at some of the bones that had spilled out of the hex bag, seemingly disappointed that her fun toy had popped.
He shook his head and turned to Sam with a grin. "Told you taking that kitten in was a good idea."
***
Late the next night, they were getting ready to head out. They'd dispatched a mother-daughter witch team that had been grifting rich guys and taking all their money before slipping them a hex bag and a slow death. Apparently they'd figured out there were hunters in town and decided to do away with them the same way.
As they packed up the room, Sam scooped up the kitten. They'd been too busy all day to get her to a shelter, so she'd just stayed in the room and had seemed to make herself very at home.
Sam set her down on Dean's bed and she bounced over to his green duffle bag and climbed inside. As Dean turned back to shove in another pair of jeans, she circled around two or three times before snuggling into one of his plaid flannels, half tucking herself into the pocket.
Dean let out a sigh and carefully tucked the jeans in beside her.
"So..." Sam prompted. "Shelter?"
Dean shot him an unimpressed look. "You know I'm not sending the cat that saved our lives to a..." he lowered his voice to a whisper, "...an uncertain future."
He let out a put upon sigh. "Nah, this scrappy little huntress is just coming home with us I guess."
Sam beamed. "But what about when we're away?"
Dean shrugged into his leather jacket and carefully picked up the sleeping kitten before he answered.
"Well, who knows, maybe she'll like car rides. I'll make her cozy and see what she thinks." With that he tucked her into one of the upper, inside pockets of his thick jacket.
She let out a small mewl. "Whatcha think, Huntress?" Dean asked, petting her head and smiling as she yawned and then nibbled his finger.
"She says she's a badass panther, and she's good."
Sam chuckled. "Does she?"
Dean nodded as he shouldered his duffle bag, careful not to jostle the sleeping kitten in his pocket.
"Yep, and when we can't take her with us, Cas can cat-sit."
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Back to Square One (02)
CW: Slight angst, discussion of death + grieving
Clyde and I sat at a table, enjoying our breakfasts. I sighed happily. It felt like it had been so long since we last had the opportunity to spend time with our dad like this. When mom died, it tore us apart. It was rough on everyone. Clyde blamed himself for so long. Dad blamed Clyde for everything too, which in turn led to some of that resentment seeping off toward me as well. I... Well, I kind of just shut down for a while after it happened. It wasn't until Clyde convinced his friends to let me join in their little game that I started feeling okay again... I didn't expect to have much fun playing with them, but those became some of my fondest memories over a decade later.
Anyways, having breakfast as a family, even if it's just from a greasy fast food place that probably failed their last health inspection... It felt like before all that happened. I knew that as a family, we may never heal completely no matter how much time may pass. But I couldn't help but smile at the melancholic nostalgia. When I glanced over to my brother, I could sense that he felt the same under his hunger. He was devouring his food as if he had been starved for days. The man was going absolutely beast mode on his Egg McMuffin.
My relaxation was interrupted, though, when I heard a screeching voice that I longed so badly to forget. My gaze shifted, slowly and cautiously, over to the order kiosk, hoping with every fiber of my being that my ears were wrong. My fears were unfortunately confirmed when I saw the man I hadn't had to think about in years, since he destroyed my reputation and all but turned me into a social pariah.
Before he had the chance to look over, I abruptly stood and walked swiftly to the restroom. Clyde opened his mouth to question my sudden movement, but quickly closed it again once he saw why.
As the door swung closed behind me, I slid down against the wall. I pulled out my phone, hands shaking with a mixture of rage and anxiety. I immediately texted Clyde, just to make sure he understood the cause of my commotion.
I set my phone down in my lap and rested my head in my hands. I took a few deep breaths before standing to pace from wall to wall. Did he see me? Does he even recognize me? I would hope he recognizes me after he tried to ruin my life... Does he even remember how badly he fucked me over? I stopped at the sink and splashed some cold water on my face and dried my hands on my jeans. I needed to stay calm if I was to go back out there at any point. He of all people can not see how much he got into my head without saying a single word to me. After a moment of calmness, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out to see my brother had texted a group chat including myself and the few people who never stopped trusting me as a person.
I slid my phone back into my pocket as I took one last deep breath. I put on a smile and stepped back into the dining room and took my seat next to my brother. Conveniently, the devil himself and his mother found a seat where he could have full view of us.
"What took you so long in there," my dad began. "You know what, I don't want to know. Are you two done eating? I, for one, have a job I need to get to. You should both try it sometime."
"I'm done. Clyde can eat his hashbrown in the car. Let's go," I stated much to the objection of my brother. I was already on my feet ready to head out the door. I waited for my dad and brother to pass by me and out of the restaurant. Against my better judgement, I looked at Cartman for just a moment. I flashed him a smug grin and waved. Once I saw his stare turn cold, I turned and walked out to the car.
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Already That Girl: New Healthy Habits I've Adopted
I thought I’d share my latest habits so that it may hopefully inspire others as well.
Starting with the Scorpio Full Moon from 15/05/2022, I decided to challenge myself every day with new habits and routines that propell me in the direction of my goals, but also improve my wellbeing and mental health (we’re all about the holistic glow up here, ladies).
1. Matcha latte
I started drinking matcha daily, along with lemon water. I already drink black tea for the energy kick (or green if I don’t need extra energy) every morning instead of coffee, along with a glass of water. I tried matcha latte after being curiously spurred by all that girl reels on IG and honestly, I fell in love with it. I don’t resonate with running with the crowd for trends, but matcha is a good one. It has amazing benefits for your health, tastes great, and it’s also green.
2. Daily greens
Adding a big, nutritious salad to my lunch every day. Packed with goodies and topped with my favorite dressing: tahini + lemon. If you haven’t tried this combo, and want to incorporate more salads into your diet, you should definitely give it a taste.
3. Going to the gym with a trainer
Hiring a personal trainer and going to the gym 2-3 times a week has been a longtime aspiration of mine.
I have wanted to make going to the gym part of my lifestyle for a few years now, but after several failed attempts, I realized it had to be my way in order to be sustainable long term. I have high standards and expect quality for any service I go for, and as such have not been satisfied with the trainers I’ve worked with in the past (I can write a separate post on that if anyone is interested). Even so, I refused to give up!
I kept switching trainers until I finally found the perfect one for me, and I’m so happy I did. I know myself well enough that I do need a mentor to guide me. Worrying about researching posture, anatomy, movements, what to eat or how to formulate my workout plan, was not the way to go for me. I prefer an expert to do it for me, and all I have to do is show up and get the exercises done, so I can spend the rest of my time & energy on my other goals. Besides, having a mentor waiting for you at the gym, who motivates and uplifts you, makes a huge difference in creating consistency & good habits when you’re right at the beginning!
4. Jogging, long walks
Doing cardio (jogging, jump rope, long walks) at least once a week. I have found that cardio, particularly jogging, does wonders for my body and my mental health. It boosts mental clarity, alleviates anxiety, clears my head. That boost of endorphins is better than anything you can do in the four walls of the house, there’s only so much you can journal, blog or paint your way out of negative thought patterns.
I’m a nocturnal animal, so I knew that integrating jogging into my routine would not be sustainable long-term if I forced myself to do it in the morning. (Scheduling it for the evening when I don’t need to slather myself in SPF50 is also an appreciated perk.)
I’ve also been making it a focus to add yoga and stretching into my routine – daily if possible, but especially after strenuous workouts.
5. Leveling up my skincare
Using sunscreen, Vitamin C serum and retinol in my skincare regimen consistently. Vitamin C is a new one, but I’m enjoying La Roche Posay’s Vit C10 serum so far, after seeing it recommended by every dermatologist on Youtube.
6. More homemade food
Less takeout, more homemade food. Cooking is not a favorite pastime, but I love wholesome, home-cooked food made with love – it does have a different energy than when you just order in. I’ve been enjoying baking bread, looking up vegan recipes and just creating meals from scratch.
7. Rescheduling negative thoughts
Any negative thoughts after 9 PM are postponed until next day. No use stressing over things you can’t do anything about, and which may be caused simply by fatigue! All you need is some chamomille tea, a hot shower, and a good night sleep. Tackle tomorrow’s worries tomorrow.
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Breakdown After Breakdown
So interest rates have gone up, making paying our already HUGE mortgage even more difficult. Partner’s wages aren’t exactly rising. And the cost of food is so high the government is now investigating our two big chain supermarkets for adding to the cost of living stress on the populace.
All this is happening at a time when my partner and I are experiencing major burnout, enduring family drama, and I received some truly terrifying health news (my GI tract is very literally melting from off-the-charts inflammation and I am at high risk for colon cancer, among other things).
We have been saddled with so much bad news and hardship that we feel we’re about to lose our minds, so we go fuck it, we NEED a break, and booked a cheap motel for two nights over Easter near a national park. We had the modest ambition of spending time in nature looking for orchids and birds.
Yeah, we got one day of that before our old second hand car (which we bought for a few thousand dollars from the side of the road last year) decided to break down for the umpteenth time, and we spent 12 hours of the second day of our 2 day vacation just trying to get home (eventually being towed). The SAME DAY my partner got a virus on his ancient laptop and my mobile phone started to fail. We purchased a new, bargain basement phone in town while waiting for the tow truck to arrive, and less than 2 weeks later I dropped it and smashed the camera on it. YAY.
So no break for us. Fine.
But then shit kept hitting the fan. When we got home, MY computer started to sputter out and die. We cannot afford a new computer right now, as we’re paying off a ton of medical expenses for me, so a week later my partner bought parts for it and rebuilt it himself.
And then there’s the car situation.
Since Easter, 3 mechanics have looked at the car, can identify there is a major problem, but cannot FIND it. So it remains broken. My car is also really old and sprung a leak in the boot and got soaked after a storm, so that now it stinks to high heaven from musty mold. But we cannot afford another car, so OH WELL. I have a severe mold allergy and a sensitive nose but we cannot afford to valet it, and partner has sincerely had no time to clean it.
Then: our vacuum cleaner broke and the very next day the lawn mower broke, too. The mower repair shop would not even repair it because “that brand is such a cheap piece of shit it’ll just break on you in a few more days and I don’t wanna be held liable”. Wow.
And then this morning the towel rail broke after I hit my head onto it for the millionth time, and the wheel came off the laundry trolley for the second time before a huge load of towels finished in the washing machine. I am already disabled and currently have an inflamed nerve in my right foot, so the lack of a trolley is REALLY not helpful.
This is the week I have to spend an ungodly amount of money on three separate medical professionals and order a very expensive medical test to maaaaybe find the pathogen destroying my gut.
I recently watched a TLDR Global news video about the fertility crisis in South Korea and the world at large and it rightly points out house prices and cost of living being a deterrent for people to have babies. Under the video was a comment that I feel sums up what it is like to be alive in this 21st century:
“Long working hours. Low wages. High costs. No chance of ever owning a house. 0 work-life balance without a child, let alone with one. Layoffs left right and center. Hard if not impossible to get a job even with experience. Life is stressful as is already. Low standards of life. Nothing is family friendly - work, life, schools etc. A lot of the institutions still have the same mentality of - man works, woman stays at home, and it just doesn't fit how people want to live now.”
We are childless and partially own our own home (and only with assistance from the Bank of Mum And Dad as the boomers love to call it) and WE are struggling. How the HELL is humanity going to keep going like this? I am so worn down by the grind of everything, and relative to fellow millennials, we’re doing WELL. The only freedom is money, which the vast majority of us do not have in amounts that would actually afford us quality of life.
All I can say in the face of all this, is fuck capitalism.
And also fuck Australia, which appears to be its biggest bitch at the moment:
Source: TLDR News Global
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BEAVERDAM OR ELSE
[Buckingsim Palace, Buckingsimshire 3:25 PM WST]
Rowena, Queen Mother: (curtsy) Your Majesty!
Queen Katherine: Mommy! You know I hate it when you curtsy to me.
Rowena, Queen Mother: Enjoy it, darling!
Rowena, Queen Mother: (kiss) Hello, darling!
Queen Katherine: (kiss) The children were looking for you.
Queen Katherine: You weren't at breakfast the last two days. Are you not staying at the palace?
Rowena, Queen Mother: I’ve been staying at Highpark House, I hope you don't mind. I wanted to give you all space to get moved in and settled. Also, being here was really hard.
Queen Katherine: Oh, Mom.
Rowena, Queen Mother: (somber) Grief is tricky, darling. Even being in his... I mean, your office and seeing his photos, it’s hard not to cry. It still doesn't seem real.
Queen Katherine: I know...
Rowena, Queen Mother: Anyway, I didn't come to depress you. How are you? How is the baby?
Queen Katherine: (nauseous) Speaking of...
Rowena, Queen Mother: Morning sickness?
Queen Katherine: Yes. It’s been very intense this pregnancy, but Rainier and I found out why!
Rowena, Queen Mother: Oh?
Queen Katherine: We’re having twins.
Rowena, Queen Mother: (excited) Twins!? How marvelous, Kate!
Queen Katherine: My blood pressure has been higher than normal so Dr. Benjamin is recommending bed rest for the next two weeks. I know we usually go to Sumpterson in the Spring but Rainier and I are going to Beaverdam. I’m not ready to go to Sumpterson.
Rowena, Queen Mother: I understand. If it’s okay with you, I’d still like to go. The Estate staff began preparing for our arrival before your father passed, and I’d hate to cancel with less than two weeks.
Queen Katherine: I agree. If granny isn't staying here, we could open Buckingsim Palace up to the public earlier!
Rowena, Queen Mother: I should go. I love you, sweet pea. Twins! Your father would be so excited and proud!
Queen Katherine: I love you too, mom.
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Martin Lavelle [Private Secretary]: I don't think going to Beaverdam for an extended period of time is a good idea, Your Majesty. You have quite a few engagements here before you start Maternity leave in August.
Queen Katherine: This isn't a discussion, Martin. Doctors orders!
Martin [P.S.]: but ma’am...
Queen Katherine: My father usually spent the Spring at Sumpterson. I will be spending it at Beaverdam, and arriving two weeks earlier.
Martin [P.S.]: That means you would not be here for Garter Day. Will Your Majesty return for that? His late Majesty would stay at Windsor Castle, with the exception of last year when Garter Day took place here due to renovations at the castle.
Queen Katherine: I’d like to stay at Beaverdam.
Martin [P.S.]: What about Trooping the Color in July? Surely you will return for that! As monarch, it’s when the country celebrates your birthday!
Queen Katherine: (nauseous)
Martin [P.S.]: Is everything okay, ma’am?
Queen Katherine: (stands) Beaverdam, Martin.
Martin [P.S.]: Parliament will not be happy, Your Majesty. As head of state, there are certain engagements you are required to attend.
Queen Katherine: I’m pregnant, and as much as I don't want to use that as an excuse, my health should be much more of a concern for Parliament than me missing an engagement. The Duke of Kent as well as the Prince consort are more than capable of handling both of those engagements for me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to throw up!
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