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actiniumwrites · 2 months

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kiss me (not)

synopsis: how they’d react when you dodge/ wipe off their kisses for a day as a prank

characters: gaming, kujou sara, heizou, tighnari, cyno, kaveh, and lyney x gn!reader

warnings: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, some humor, established relationships, etc

notes: i love this prompt so much omg. i’ve read a lot of fics other people have written for different fandoms and i’m actually shocked i haven’t written it before considering i eat it up every time (especially when there’s some angst 🫠)

gaming:

the first time he sees you wipe off his kiss, something in him dies a little, especially when you don’t say anything after he asks if you’re okay

so he starts doubting himself and compensating for where he may went wrong

maybe he had bad breath? or you weren’t having a good day today?

he hates that he doesn’t know what he did wrong, and even worse, why you keep doing it throughout the day

you only stop when you see the way he genuinely starts beating himself up over it, deciding it wasn’t funny anymore and honestly never was

“it was a prank,” you nudge him softly, regret overflowing from your voice, “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. i shouldn’t have kept it going for so long.”

a relieved breathe and a small smile from him follow right after. you can tell he’s still a bit stuck on the whole thing, but deep down, he’s just grateful he didn’t screw up somewhere because there’s no way in hell gaming would ever let himself lose you

“it’s okay,” he breathes out, clutching your hand a little tighter than usual, “just please, don’t do it again, okay?”

kujou sara:

to say she’s confused is an understatement

she’ll immediately backtrack to make sure she actually just saw that correctly. did you really just wipe off her kiss?

so she goes in for another one, and sure enough, you dodge her this time and send her a quick goodbye before slipping out of the house and running off to work

it legitimately ruins her whole day. she can’t even function at work because it’s all she can think about

and by the time she’s home at night, she’s already tired and just wants you but she’s also too afraid that maybe she did something to upset you

fortunately for her, you spare her of the prank knowing your girlfriend well enough to know that the second she walks through the door she had a shitty day

so you apologize and tell her it was just a prank and you didn’t mean any harm

and she wants to be so mad at you for it, but literally can’t no matter how hard she tries so instead she just gives in and gets the kiss she’s been thinking about all day

heizou:

he realizes right away what you’re doing and finds it rather amusing

so he’ll play along too, not trying to kiss you at all and even going a step further and not showing you any sort of physical attention

try to hold his hand? not happening. hugging him? not a chance

and it ends up becoming a competition, because what can you say? you’re both competitive people

goes on until the end of the day and only ends when you’re both too tired to keep it up

“you’re no fun, you know?” you poke his chest as you tiredly lean against him

he smiles down at you, “how so? i let you play your little pranks, didn’t i? i even played along.”

you just scoff and scoot away, tucking yourself into the warm blankets and ignoring his teasing

but then he’ll grab you and pull you into his chest, giving into you, “fine. next time i’ll give you the reaction you want. happy now?”

tighnari:

the opposite of heizou: he’s very unamused, and is very aware of what’s going on.

as soon as you back away from him after he tries to kiss you, his face falls into a deadpan and he crosses his arms menacingly

“i’ll have you know i don’t find pranks like these very funny,” he’ll immediately tell you off, not wanting to act so childishly when it comes to affection

tighnari cares a lot about people, whether he shows it or not, so to have you pretend to dodge it upsets him — even if it is meant to be a mere lighthearted prank

so you apologize instantly, feeling a little bad over the whole ordeal, “it’s just a prank, you know? i thought it would be funny to see how you’d react.”

definitely the kind of person to feel a little bashful and guilty for overreacting over something so silly, but also doesn’t want to admit it

so he’ll just silently kiss you and act like nothing happened, secretly hoping you’ll never try to pull something like that again

cyno:

at first, he thinks it’s kinda funny since he always plays jokes. however, i think he’s similar to tighnari in the sense that he also takes a little offense to it

like, he knows it’s a joke, but he just can’t help feeling a little hurt over it

“is something the matter?” he’ll ask while you’re both on the way to meet with friends. you shake your head no, fighting a smile

defeatedly, he leaves it at that, knowing you won’t budge. he’ll feel miserable the entire time and won’t stop thinking about how you won’t give the prank up, even in front of your friends

and when you both leave for the night, he crosses his arms and confronts you as you both walk home, “it isn’t funny.”

“what isn’t funny?”

“your prank. it isn’t funny. i don’t like the way you’re avoiding kissing me,” he says bluntly. it makes your heart sink into your stomach a bit, admittedly starting to feel a bit bad

so you apologize and work everything out, telling him you got the idea from alhaitham who was curious to see how he’d react in a situation like that — that, and he felt like pissing cyno off for a day, but you didn’t need to know that part

he’ll get frustrated, but is glad it’s all settled. he’ll also be extra affectionate throughout the next week, feeling as if he somehow lost time with you

kaveh:

gets so offended omg he will literally hate you

the first time you do it, his jaw drops to the floor and he calls you out on it immediately

“what was that?” he points an accusatory finger at you

you bite back a smile and feign innocence, “huh? what are you talking about?”

will not let you leave for the day until you drop the act and properly return his kiss

when you continue to go on with the prank, however, he’ll start to get all pouty and just ask you to kiss him

and he just looks so cute that you cup his face and give him a big fat kiss and walk out the door immediately after without a word and a big smile on your face, satisfied with his reaction

lyney:

he gets so dramatic about it it’s not even funny

will literally clutch his chest and fall to the ground in public so that you stop him

when you don’t and you let him face public humiliation (because you find it funny too), he stops himself and gets back up

follows you around like a lost puppy all day and will constantly try to sneak in a kiss while you’re caught of guard, but you never fall for it and he gets so much more frustrated each and every time

then he begs lynette and freminet to help him, except they think it’s funny too seeing how whipped he is for you

and he knows it’s a prank too, but the fact that you won’t break makes him so lovingly annoyed with you

you don’t stop until lynette genuinely intervenes, complaining about how annoying lyney had gotten throughout the day, “please end his suffering already. you know my brother is an idiot who doesn’t shut up and i’ve had enough of him today.”

you laugh it off, but ultimately agree

so you go and find him, which wasn’t that hard, and tap him on the shoulder before planting a gentle kiss to his lips, “sorry for pranking you. it was just too funny of an opportunity to pass up.”

“you’re so mean to me,” he’ll complain, but will then continue to kiss you so often that you’re now the annoyed one instead

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fanfiction #gaming x reader #gaming x you #kujou sara x reader #kujou sara x you #heizou x reader #heizou x you #tighnari x reader #tighnari x you #cyno x reader #cyno x you #kaveh x reader #kaveh x you #lyney x reader #lyney x you

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minty-mumbles · 8 months

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Linked Universe Survey 2023

The long awaited results of the survey. Sorry it took me forever, making graphs is hard.

There were 452 responses to the survey as a whole, which is almost double what we got last year, so thank you to everyone who participated!

If you want to see the raw data, you can find that here. I had thoughts about the data, but compiling that into another post would be too much of a hassle. Feel free to send me asks about it though!

The rest of the post will be under a read more as it it large

Demographics

Other: Demigirl (4), Transmasc (3), Grey genderfluid, Unlabeled, Demiboy, Demiagender

Other: Omnisexual (4), Poly (2), Trixic, Abroromantic or Bellusromantic, Demisexual

General Questions

Other: Quotev, Discord, their own google docs

Other: Discord, Variations of "I haven't posted yet, but I pan to" and "I haven't posted my fics in ages",

Other: Wattpad, Deviantart, Discord

Other: Crochet dolls, Custom dolls, Roleplay blogs (2), Fan translations, Headcanons (2), Piano music

The purple section in the “Warriors vs Warrior” chart is supposed to read “Warrior.” I made a typo.

Favorites and Least Favorites

Selected Free Response Answers

im sorry warriors i just can't play your game (it is very very hard. i am stuck very early on in the game)

I love cats meow meow meow

was extremely tempted to put twilight for least favorite. unfortunately he is my favorite to write from the perspective of (he has taken over most of my wips. help) and that probably counts for something. WILD on the other hand. hooo boy how the hell do i characterize this gargoyle. why is he Like That. least favorite it is

Twiddy

very good fandom to be in :) everybody is very nice

It's a straight up crime that Wars lost the aesthetics poll so quickly. He has such a peak Link design with the best colors. Ugh I'm getting wistful.

FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. ALSO HAPPY PRIDE MONTH. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS.

I will fight Hylia herself and the next person who implies Twi can't handle spice. If we're going to lean into him being southern/Midwestern, which is an alright stero type for our rancher, please keep in mind the culture you're basing him off. The south and midwest can handle their spice, I assure you. Have you ever had authentic Louisiana gumbo? It will melt you tongue off. Or some good old fashion spicy fried chicken? I promise the real stuff has quite a kick. (In all seriousness, though. It's more important that you're having fun. And even I can admit the idea of Twi being an Ordonian who can't handle his spice is more than a little funny.)

I am an OoT Link edgelord and have been since early 2017. So, in September of that year, when an artist by the name of jojo56830 puts out a lineup of nine different Links and the Hero of Time is there – the oldest, no eye, Hero’s Shade armor? I saw that one sketch and just thought “oh this is gonna be bad.” Yeah of course he has the coolest design. By the way, it’s only a matter of time until Fierce Deity shows up in the comic and I have reason to believe it could be this current Dawn arc. Dawn … Dawn of a New Day … and who brought about the Dawn of a New Day? Fierce Deity. Twilight is recovering but still injured and what will happen if he falls again? Fierce Deity is coming and we need to be prepared. In this essay I will—

Remember that time when someone put the whole script of the bee movie in here? I’m not that dedicated, and I don’t have that time, but let us remember and hope someone else does it again this time. Cause someone is bound too. We’re all crazy enough to do it. Alright, love you and stay hydrated pls!

Hi! I joined this fandom really recent but i’ve always seen LU stuff on pinterest and elsewhere. Only recently have i actually took the time to understand the fandom and get back into LOZ stuff and i adore the characters and story! The more and more fanart, fanfics, and comics i see about the different Links the more i love them all. It’s such a pain to pick just one i like or one i don’t like because they’re all so unique. I love this fandom and hope to get more involved!! Have a wonderful rest of your day :]

Epona is an underrated queen

your mom

I really don't get why Zelda is called Artemis. Athena makes more sense???? It perplexes me

Anyone seeing this should check out Breanna’s E!Wild AU

Something something queer every Link into oblivion!

#linked universe #lu survey 2023 #lu wild #lu twilight #lu time #lu warriors #lu legend #lu wind #lu hyrule #lu four #lu sky

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bluedalahorse · 3 months

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I think I’ll say this once, since I need to say it before I can move on to more excited posting about promos and things:

Obviously Young Royals means a lot to me. It’s become another way for me to connect with my hyphenated-American heritage and to start teaching myself Swedish again. It helped me survive a pretty brutal year of bullying at work. It made me confident enough to start the process of getting formally evaluated for autism and ADHD. I’ve been writing a 200k+ historical AU fanfic for YR—the kind of fic I always read and adored back in fandoms when I was younger, the kind of fic I wanted to write myself. I’m proud of the way that Heart and Homeland has made me a better writer, and I’m glad for the way it’s deepened my friendship with @heliza24. It is Young Royals in part that inspired by thesis on restorative justice in YA literature. When I was in the hospital last fall because I almost had a literal stroke from stress, I was comforted and kept calm by the fact that I was wearing a YR t-shirt and had a plush doll of a YR character sitting in my lap. And all of that is the short list.

As we come close to the release date, I hope that every single member of the fandom gets something they enjoy in the new season. I don’t think every person is going to get everything they want, but I genuinely hope there’s a moment, a scene, a line that brings them joy. We’ve all stuck with this series for a while, and I want us all to have something we can take with us. A little bit of sparkle for the road, if you will.

There’s of course the possibility that some of us get a lot of what we want, and others of us are let down. I know this was the case for season 2, and it feels naive to imagine that everyone in the fandom will be equally satisfied by season 3. I’ve got my fingers crossed that I’ll enjoy the hell out of it, but I’m also trying to prepare my heart in case it’s not what I wanted. I’m trying to gently talk to myself right now and say that even if the third season leaves me upset and unsatisfied—even if the writing takes a nosedive or it’s good writing but it’s just not what I wanted—that I still learned a lot about crafting stories and being myself and surviving hardship and thinking about systems and whatever else, from this show. That my experience with the first two seasons still matters, that my work on my fic is something to be proud of. If season 3 is a disappointment, Heart and Homeland will be my new canon. I’m sure there are other people out there talking themselves up in this way too. I know we’re all pushing through the pre-season jitters.

The other thing I’m trying to reconcile right now is how I feel about the promotional material that’s come out, and the conversations around that. Like on my own, I actually feel pretty great? It’s fun to see the new stuff come in? But then I think about the ratio of Wilmon to other things and some of the responses I’m seeing to that. And I see people say like “oh the show is back to focusing on what’s actually good about it” and “it’s great that they’re doing this because the audience doesn’t really care about characters who aren’t Wilmon.” And… hello? Aren’t I the audience? Tumblr isn’t too bad (most of the time) but then there’s like, Instagram, where the Netflix Nordic posted whole set of photos of different pairs and friendships from a whole bunch of shows, and there was one (1) picture of Sara and Rousseau and I saw enough comments where people were like “ew! Vomit! Give us Wilmon instead!” that like… y’all. Frida Argento is a human being and a damn good actress, and Lisa is a good writer of female characters, and like. We can celebrate that, once in a while. We can create space for her too. It’s not Frida OR Omar and Edvin. It’s Frida AND Omar AND Edvin AND Nikita AND Malte AND Nathalie AND Mimmi AND Fabian AND Samuel AND… look I could keep on listing but I’m going to get distracted if I do.

Like, man. I love Wilmon. Don’t get me wrong. I love the complexity their relationship can run with. There are lines heliza has written for them in fic that make me swoon and I am giddy about the part where I get to read them first. I love the glowsticks. I love Wilmon’s sense of humor and the part where they cheated at Vincent’s rowing race thing and their utmost commitment to being dumbass teenage boys against the world. The first week I saw the show and came into work (where we have an athletic field) I went and took a selfie on the field after covering my hands in those gross fake dots. Look. I am all in.

And also… I came to the show for Wilmon but I stayed for so much more. I would have watched Young Royals once or twice and said “that was pleasant” without ever getting back into fanfic after a decade away, if the show was only Wilmon. I do like Wilmon, but it wasn’t Wilmon who inspired my thesis on restorative justice or made me a better writer overall. I survived that year of bullying at work because I could come home and write my ensemble fanfic, especially the parts where I focused on the non-Wilmon pairing I was in charge of writing. I finally felt confident enough to be evaluated for AuDHD because of a connection I felt to a character who wasn’t Simon or Wilhelm. It was a plush doll of a non-Wilmon character who sat in my lap and kept me calm while I was hooked up to those scary machines in the hospital this past October.

I guess my one humble request is that people be thoughtful about how they use phrases like “everyone thinks” or “no one wants.” Not every member of the fandom has the same opinion, and not every member wants the same things out of season 3, and there are some of us who are happy about the new Wilmon content but who are still feeling a little hungry for more of our most beloved characters, and hope they’ll get meaningful storylines (and not get ignored) in season 3. I do know we probably won’t all get what we want, and that some of us will probably get more of what we want than others. I hope that whatever happens, we’ll all get something we want, and we can all be gracious about it, and continue to find meaning in the canon.

For the people here on tumblr who are already including me in their everyone… thank you, thank you, thank you. I hope you know who you are and I hope you know how much I appreciate you. And I do hope this Little Fandom That Could can keep going into all sorts of new creative places.

#young royals #young royals season 3 #young royals season 3 spoilers #yrs3 spoilers

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dreadnotau · 3 months

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Happy three years everybody! As always, there’s a lot to say on the occasion, so pop in at the end of the post for the tl;dr if you don’t have time for my detailed diatribes, haha

Boy, time flies, huh? Feels like the second anniversary was just yesterday, but maybe that’s just the several long hiatuses getting to me. I’ve been scarce on uploading anything anywhere for a while now, even though I promised I’d actually pick up the slack this time around. What gives? Well…

For one, college hell, and for two, a lot of unfounded anxiety about putting my art out there. Allow me some theatrics for a moment and I’ll actually get back to the comic at hand… I’ve never had an exceptionally supportive environment for making art. It wasn’t suppressive, not in the slightest, but it also wasn’t… encouraging. It was always treated as a hobby or a distraction rather than something I was allowed to be fully proud of, especially because a lot of my art focused on more cartoon-y and fantasy ideas, rather than still life studies and painting (which people generally outside of the art sphere tend to value more, arbitrarily). Couple that with a childhood full of being bullied over minute shit you hadn’t even considered could be an issue before, and you get a teenager hellbent on never sharing his interests or ideas with anyone, mostly due to the fear of rejection.

I’ve grown, thankfully, but that paranoia and fear doesn’t go away overnight. As I’m sure you all know, Meowchela was the one who originally encouraged me to post this comic, and the only reason she succeeded was because she was the first person in a long time who listened and engaged with my interests and my art in a meaningful way. It’s kind of obvious her friendship had a profound impact on me, and I’d cite her as one of the reasons I was even hopeful enough to apply to an art college in the first place! This comic, and that bond with another person, proved that maybe these things I’m so passionate about weren’t duds, and weren’t something I had to keep to myself.

So, fast forward a few years. About three years, in fact.

During one of my classes, right before this hellish two weeks of exams started, one of the class assistants talked me into showing my comic pages to one of my professors. He’s generally a pretty open guy when it comes to new mediums, but I’m always… apprehensive about showing my less “traditional art”-y things to professors, but, he ended up being genuinely proud of it. Specifically, I showed him pages 85-87 (because they’re my favourites) and, he didn’t read the text, just the visuals were enough for him to say “good job, keep it up” (which is HIGH praise from that guy). When I mentioned I’ve been meaning to simplify the visuals because I didn’t have time to work on the comic very often because of college and classes, he dismissed it on principle. I was honestly caught off guard. Heavily paraphrasing, he suggested that worsening the visuals for an arbitrary deadline was counterproductive to making something that’s Good™.

That’s kinda stuck with me. For a good few years now I was more focused on optimisation rather than visual improvement for the comic, and though it HAS contributed to better visuals in some ways (cutting corners sometimes makes for a less pointy and jagged end result), it’s kind of weird I’m treating an art project that way, isn’t it? I set a lot of… arbitrary deadlines and standards for myself, in the form of expectations and what I “should” or “shouldn’t” be doing at certain stages in my life. I’ve thought of Dread Not as a passion project second and a stepping stone first, if I’m being honest. As if it was too… fandom-y and derivative to be treated with more gravity than that, like it’s an immature project because I was still a child when I came up with it. As if it was something I’m making to Build Up to Something Else, something Bigger and Cooler and More Important, and… the more I think about the future of Dread Not, and even my future career options, the more I realised that’s, ironically, a really immature way to think about it.

If there’s one thing going to this art college has taught me, is that there’s no “right” way to make art, and there’s no “right” way to success as an artist. There’s no clear-cut paths, just more commonly treaded roads, but even those are heavily overgrown. Why should I try to box myself into thinking I have to make things from complete scratch to be taken seriously? What’s so bad about Dread Not as a story and as a comic that’s caused me to vaguely keep it under wraps when conversing with people in my day-to-day life? Why wouldn’t I put all these skills I’ve acquired to improve and expand this project that’s Right There, WAITING for me to finally get off my ass and get pages out there again?

I wish I could say I’ve used all this time away in a particularly clever way, but I really haven’t - at least, it feels like I haven’t. My art has undoubtedly improved over time (though admittedly the art for this post was Very rushed, fuckin exams), and while I’ve been working on projects in the background, chipping away at them in a VERY disorganised way, I haven’t been posting that progress anywhere, and I haven’t made any good progress on my biggest project, Dread Not, because of the other ones. And, honestly? Admitting that kinda stings. This comic means a lot to me, and I wish I actually gave it the time and attention it deserves instead of letting it sit out hiatus after hiatus because I keep failing at structuring my time.

So, my new plan is a little more abstract: find a way to work Dread Not into my school schedule, and slowly build a habit of working on it more often. No clue how long that’ll take, but I think it’ll be worth it to consider it as an option, and hopefully finally end these long, drawn out hiatuses with short bursts of uploads in-between. HOPEFULLY. Building habits was never my strong suit, so please bear with me while I figure this out in what will probably be the most hectic upload schedule in this comics history, which is: no schedule at all.

From now on (until the end of Act 1), I’ll upload pages when they’re ready, and depending on how the weeks go and how complex the page is, they could be weeks or days apart from one another. Hell, some might even take a month to finish if school stuff gets REALLY hectic (god knows Hellish Exam Week number 1 and number 2 won’t be giving me much time to work on the comic), but I’m determined to do this. I want to be able to put my all into this project again!!

(And hopefully finish Act 1 by the end of this semester…)

TL;DR: College is giving me life lessons I didn’t expect, and because of them I’ve decided to give myself a non-existent upload schedule for Dread Not: Pages will be posted when they’re ready, and the spacing between pages could wildly vary depending on circumstances and the actual complexity of the page itself.

As always, thank you for being here, thank you for reading, and thank you for being patient!

If all goes well, there will be new content very, very soon.

#dread not #dreadnot #dread not au #dreadnotau #not comic #kris #schedule update #again #apparently i was calling this last hiatus a pseudo hiatus?#oh silly past me. this was a full blown hiatus jesus fucking christ #but yeah no i love being at this college dont get me wrong #its just that i have like 3 exams to prepare for the next two days ALONE #so like!!!! wish me luck!!!!! for christs sake #yknow i was planning on actually Dedicating Time to the art for this post #but uhh. haha. a little thing called the consequences to my actions caught up to me #fuckin psychology exam today that i had to cram for last night #i think it went ok? who the fuck knows at this point #but for tomorrow and the day after that i have digital shit to finish some theory to cram AND an ENTIRE PAINTING #that i didnt even START YET #and its an autoportrait. as if i wasnt suffering enough i have to stare at my ugly mug for hours #AGAIN. BECAUSE I HAD A DIFF AUTOPORTRAIT TO FINISH FOR LAST WEEK #im in spain without the s yall pray for me

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rubberduckrobin · 8 months

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Pairing: Shane X (M!)Reader

Genre/type: Fluff.

Word count: Around 700. (feel free to request more!)

Author’s note: This was requested by @nihilistic-nik a while back - check it out on my Ao3!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/

It's technically M!Reader but it's only briefly mentioned and is pretty much irrelevant.

Summary: A warm, comfortable morning with Shane, sheltered from the rain.

TW: Brief mention of nightmares.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45859960

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Cold rain. Warmth.

A rhythmic musicality commences, its origin being from the rain pattering against the windowsill to your left. The sooty grey curtain is slightly drawn, shielding your eyes from the brightness of the outside world, allowing you to fully immerse yourself into the comfort and warmth of your duvet; to prevent you from worrying about anything but the moment itself.

A stubbly arm extends from behind you, and snags you by the waist, pulling you closer. He grunts as though there is something stuck in his throat, his hoarse voice vibrating and his warm, beer infused breath warms the nape of your neck. “Morning…” he says with a rough yawn, and you sense that he is on the verge of drifting off into another peaceful slumber.

You turn to face him. It’s too dark to make out anything but his swollen eyes. Last night was a rough night for him; he has nightmares often, so he asked if you could accompany him. As his boyfriend, you felt obliged to agree, not only for his own benefit, but because you secretly love moments like these. Waking up and feeling the presence of the person you love.

The alarm clock resting on the cabinet beside you jolts with such vigour, it shakes the entire bedside table. It beckons you to release it from its duty, and you do so, your arm stretching out from the cosiness of your sheets, to aggressively whack the hell out of its stop button. You sit up, now awoken by your own force. You know you won’t be able to rest anymore, so you rise, but you feel a hand pull your wrist, but not aggressively…sweetly. Gently.

“Please…stay” his entire face is now unveiled from the constraint of the clean white sheets, revealing a tranquil smile. One that took you many months to weaken his guard for. One you would pay any amount of money for. One you would pay the world for.

“Wait…let me make breakfast first, i’ll bring it back here, yeah? Breakfast in bed.”

He responds, but only with a “mm”.

You get up from the bed and make your way to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, a draft emerges from the chilled interior, making you shiver. You reach for the carton of eggs when you feel something being wrapped around your shoulders. Shane’s hoodie.

“I couldn’t wait. Sorry.” He says, running circles into your back with his palms. He takes a seat on the barstool at the kitchen countertop, and watches you as you make him eggs on toast.

You crack the eggs. These eggs were the ones that you and Shane had collected from the pen. It’s a good memory; you tripped over a hay bail and went flying into Shane’s arms. He laughed. He laughed…You’d never seen him so happy. So free.

You pour the yolk and the white into a frying pan, and fry it until the edges are golden and crispy. Using a spatula to raise the egg onto his plate, you serve him first. His eyes light up, but not because of the food being presented to him, but because of the smile on your face. Joy ricochets off the creases of your lips, and you feel tears form in the ducts of your eyes.

“What’s…wrong?” he asks.

“I’ve just… never been so happy.” You say.

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aquilathefighter · 1 year

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Fluffbruary 18: Recovery

Yet again the ficlet gets away from me! Hob can be hypermobile, as a treat (for me)

Find all my @fluffbruary ficlets on AO3 here!

Fandom: The Sandman (2022)

Relationship: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling

“Turn that light off or I’m gonna rip up that book you’re reading, I swear,” Hob grumbles, arm thrown over his eyes.

A single lamp is on in the hospital room, overlooking the armchair Dream has sat in since Hob was admitted.

Dream scoffs, “Darling, you could call the nurse for painkillers. That is what they are there for, no? I recall many dreams of comfort from nurses.”

“You must be missing the nightmares of ‘em too. Fine, I’ll do it for you,” Hob fumbles for the call button in his bed. “You really don’t have to stay, love. I’m sure you’ve work to do.”

Dream shuts his book and sets it on the side table. He crosses the room to hold Hob’s other hand, the one free from IV line and oxygen monitor.

“Beloved, you are unwell. My place is here with you.” He presses a kiss to Hob’s forehead, sweaty and tasting of hospital as it is. “I will not leave you.”

Hob weakly squeezes his hand.

“How did I ever survive without you? Hell, even I don’t know how I’ve managed this long. Imagine what it was like when bloodletting was the in thing.”

Hob attempts to stretch his legs, wincing at the twinge in his knee. It’s reset in its proper place, held in place by braces and tape. The physical therapist will be there in the morning, no doubt to tease him about another go-round in hospital and to assess the damage to his connective tissues. They’ll let him go in a couple of days, it’s not too serious considering everything Hob’s dealt with over his lifetime. It wasn’t until he settled into a more comfortable life in the 16th century that his body started to fall apart. The musculature of soldiering and later working the printing press kept his joints in place, but when he no longer had to use his body as a tool, the joints soon felt loose in their sockets.

Eleanor had helped him then, massaging his shoulders through the twinges and calling the local physician to provide him laudanum before he wrenched the bone back in place. If he weren’t immortal, there would’ve been much more damage than lasted. There was certainly a lot of scar tissue that stuck around, but Hob retained his hypermobility and occasionally had to break through it to keep moving.

Things got better as time went on, though he’d rather forget the 17th century altogether. Medical knowledge advanced and by the time of the 20th century they had words for people like him, more than double-jointed, more than flexible. Sometime during the 70s, he saw a rheumatologist who told him he had abnormal collagen that lead to the scarring, dislocation, and bruising. Ehler’s Danlos Syndrome, he said. The doc had introduced him to the brilliant world of physio, which kept him moving most of the time.

But like anybody, he got lazy. Skipped his exercises for too long, and inevitably he’d dislocate something he couldn’t put back himself. Somebody would call an ambulance or he’d drag himself to A&E and spend a couple days in hospital. It was lonely, then. Days staring out the window into the dreary London skyline, nothing to entertain himself with but the telly.

But now Dream is here. And Dream understands. He’s explained it like this: having a corporeal form is in itself a form of body horror. He’s grown used to it, spending more time in the Waking with Hob, but still it is frightening to be trapped within skin and bone, muscle and sinew, to take damage and feel pain. So to Hob who’s body seemingly fights against him, Dream’s being fighting against his body is not so different.

Dream comes with him to A&E, rests in the uncomfortable armchair on the observation floor, brings him a phone charger and crossword puzzles and reads to him. Like sitting in this dreadful room, pungent with bleach and alcohol, is no hardship at all. And it isn’t, not in Dream’s eyes.

Dream leans down to kiss his lips, soft and gentle. He pulls back, staring at Hob’s face. Even when he is sweaty and pained and hasn’t bathed since Thursday, Dream gazes at him like he is a masterpiece. His heart clenches with how much he loves him.

“I am glad you survived alone. And I am glad you no longer have to.” He releases Hob’s hand and goes back to his seat as the nurse comes in.

“Hi, Robbie, sorry it took so long. Busy day up here! What can I getcha? More juice? A blanket for your other half?”

“Hey, Michelle. I was wondering if I could get my PRN? My head’s killing me more than my knee, frankly,” he chuckles.

Michelle pulls up his chart on the little computer she’s brought with her. She hums as she clicks, and clicks, and clicks about five more times before arriving at the correct tab.

“Looks like it’s certainly time for you to get more pain meds! Let me page Dr. Lansing and we’ll get that in right away.”

Hob smiles at her, grateful for the beauty of modern medicine. He can wait as long as they need to get his pills.

“Do you need anything else while I’m here? I can grab one of the nursing assistants for ya,” Michelle says as she drags the computer cart towards the door.

“I think we’re alright, right love?” Hob looks at Dream, already lost in his book again. He doesn’t respond.

Hob smiles. “Yeah, we’re good. He gets lost in a story so easily.”

Michelle leaves, shutting the door behind her. Hob sighs and lays back in the bed, replacing the arm he’d thrown over his eyes.

“Dove?” Hob calls out. Dream hums in response, looking up from his book.

“Can you come up here with me? These rooms are too damn cold.” Dream closes the book once again and climbs into the bed, lifting Hob’s bum leg to help him scoot over. He lays on his side, gazing at his love. Hob buries his head against Dream’s lithe chest, inhaling as much as his lungs can hold of his scent. Dream pulls the thin blanket over the both of them, then brings his hands up to hold Hob and stroke his hair.

“Rest, my love. I will be here as long as you are to recover. Then, we will go home. I will not let you ‘forget’ to do your exercises anymore.”

Hob huffs and snuggles closer, drifting closer to sleep with Dream’s aid and ministrations.

Michelle gives Dream a soft smile when she returns to the room with a glass of water and two giant pills in a plastic cup.

“Have him take these when he wakes up,” she whispers. “Promise I won’t tell on you.”

For once, Dream gives someone else a gentle smile, knowing his Hob is loved and cared for.

#fluffbruary #aquila writes #dreamling #dream x hob #hob x dream #hob gadling has a chronic illness #eds!hob gadling

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profoundbondfanfic · 7 months

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Untouchable

Untouchable by EllenOfOz (@ellen-of-oz) Rating: Mature Word count: 9k

Dean's life is coming undone. Castiel has proclaimed himself their new god and fucked off to make war in Heaven, while back on Earth, Sam's losing his marbles from Hell-trauma. All Dean can do is work to restore his baby, and try not to think about how much he misses his angel. How much he longs for a little taste of Heaven...

For all the years I’ve been in fandom, I have to admit that I’ve stuck mostly to AU’s, especially when the show was still airing. Since it’s ended, and since joining this blog, I’ve expanded my horizons to canon fics, whether it’s canon divergent or not. But something that’s filled the void since the end of the show has been fix it fics, for obvious reasons. This week, I have another fix it… but this one is for season 7.

Season 7. Fifteen-episode gap. That’s all I’m gonna say. And I didn’t know I needed that to be fixed until I read Untouchable by EllenofOz. Set at the beginning of season 7, we get a front row seat from both Dean and Cas’s pov’s, which is as agonizing as you’d expect, considering what they’re going through. Cas is running around full of souls and Leviathan, and Dean’s going through it as he puts all his emotions and energy into fixing the Impala after the demon’s flipped it over. Sam’s waking up from his hell coma and things are just bad and this author lets us know how Dean’s feeling, including his secret feelings for his best friend, who is currently killing religious leaders and causing overall mayhem in Heaven and on Earth.

One of the great things about this fic is the author lets you Choose Your Own Adventure, basically, encouraging the reader not to venture past chapter three if you’re happy with how canon went. If you’re remembering that fifteen episode desert devoid of the third main character, then you can proceed to the final chapter which will give you the happy ending both Dean and Cas deserve. I highly suggest reading all the way through.

Also if you’re a Swiftie, this fic was written for the Dean Cas Bang (Taylor’s Verison) and is loosely inspired by the song of the same name, and has some great art included. Enjoy!

#destiel #fic rec #mature #<10k #canon verse #canon divergence #fix it #angst with a happy ending #coda #other media #pining!dean #godstiel #author: EllenofOz #Untouchable

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maleyhae · 11 days

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IN ANOTHER LIFETIME...

Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano x Fem! immortal! reader

summary- You've finally found love in a person who truly loved you, but you have been cursed and you try not to get too attached to him, but you failed and ended up hurt more than you were with your past lovers in other lifetimes.

fandom- Tokyo revengers

Warnings- Angst poorly written bc it's me who's writing it, cussing, mention of death, uhm non canon deaths and possible spoilers for it? thoughts of cheating (Mikey thinks Ur cheating which Ur not) probably non cannon reactions.

word count- 1115 (counting spaces and etc)

A/N- uhm thank you to my friend toby for this idea bc of our convo of immortals and recantation also I'm back probably not for long though #i'mslowlygoinginsaneandshit.

MIKEY'S POV:

Reader has been acting strange again. She's been avoiding me and hanging out with Takamichi a lot more. But she wouldn't cheat on me, would she? No no no she wouldn't and sure as hell not with that crybaby. Maybe I did something wrong... I should ask Emma why a girl would start being distant.

"EMMAAAA" I yelled while looking for her. She didn't answer so I go to her bedroom and open the door. I saw her and reader hanging out. I tilted my head "hmm? I didn't know reader was coming over..." I said quietly which wasn't normal for me to do unless upset. Which I sorta was knowing my own girlfriend was over and not even hanging out with me. Reader looks down her {} falling over her beautiful face covering it. "Hiya reader..." I said and she waves back while I frown.

"Emma, can I speak to you alone?" I ask "Sure, hold on reader i'll be back!!" Emma says to me and reader as she walks towards me and to the kitchen. "What's up Mikey?" She asked "So uhm reader has been ignoring me here recently again like she did when we first started to date but I haven't done anything and has been hanging around Takamichi" I tell her. She looks at me and sighs and tells me what could possibly be. Which didn't help me at all, so I just sighed and left to go see Takamichi to ask wtf is going on.

READERS POV:

I recently learned from Takamichi that Mikey will be killed soon but I won’t be like Takamichi who is just letting him die. I’m trying to plan out how I can save him. I needed him to survive this lifetime. I can’t take another lover dying and me not being able to stop it. I have so much blood on my hands I can’t do it anymore.

I stayed away from him to try and lose feelings as well, but it pains me every time I see his face when I ignore him. I’ve been hanging out with Takamichi to gain information about the problem like who, how, when and where. I wanted to marry Mikey and live old and happy with him.

But from what I'm being told I don’t think that will be happening. But I'd rather try and save him then have it happen and not stop it. I was at his house talking to his sister about something, I forgot when he came in. Gosh he was so handsome, but I wanted to break the silent treatment I’ve been giving him and hug him. He looks so tired and like he’s been crying so much...

It hurt my heart because I know it’s my fault. He took Emma somewhere to chat and I was stuck in the quiet which I hated and was stuck with my loud thoughts and looked down at my hands and saw the blood of Mikey from other lifetimes me and him lived in where I had to hold him while he died. I got up and walked out of her room and to the kitchen where I saw him beg her to tell him what’s wrong with me which she didn’t know so he just gave up and left. I felt hurt and walked out to the kitchen and she looked at me and said, “Please talk to my brother, he is in so much pain, reader.” and then hands me a cup of water and walks back to her room to probably call Draken.

I chugged the water and ran out to Takamichi's house because that’s probably where Mikey was. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed him.

MIKEY’S POV:

My reader was immortal…? READER WAS IMMORTAL??? Why was Takamichi telling me instead of her? I got deep in my thoughts till I heard a female voice scream for Takamichi, and I turned and saw my beautiful reader.

She stopped and looked at me and teared up and ran into my chest hugging me. I was wide eyed as this was the first hug from her in weeks. I looked down and smiled at her with love and hugged her back, calming her down as she started crying. I listen to her muffled apology. I Accepted and told never again, and we pinkie promised it...

It's been 3 days since then. She keeps trying to keep me home which is never like her. I told I couldn't as much as I'd like because this was important, so she then asked if she could come instead. Why is she being so needy today? Not that I'm complaining, it's just out of the norm for her. After a few minutes of her begging I folded and let her come with me.

SECOND PERSON POV:

Blood. That's what covered your shirt, knees and hands. You were crying something Mikey never saw you do before. You picked him up and put him in the back of y'all's shared car Takamichi driving as you were fit to. It was getting hard for Mikey to keep his eyes open while you begged him to try harder but, in the end, you kissed him and hugged him tightly knowing it was time for him to leave this hellish earth. "I love you so much my love" was the last thing he heard before he died.

He was rushed into the hospital, you and Takamichi sat in the waiting room for hours, eyes were on you which you would usually freak out and Mikey would comfort you. But well, he was gone. But it wasn't because of your thoughts it's because of the traumatized look you had and that you were covered in blood...

After a few hours you were able to see him while you sat by him holding his hand and fell asleep for the time you were there.

Part two...?

#maleyhae fanfictions #angst #tokyo revengers #mikey x reader #mikey sano #sano manjiro x reader #tokyo rev angst #no happy ending

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bakubunny · 2 months

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I gotta ask the hard hitting questions. Gimme your top 5 blorbos from any fandom. And yes that means ranked >:)

If you don't feel like ranking them tho that's cool. I just wanna let you gush about your top 5 boyos since you're stuck in bed :)

okay okay okayyyy so 😭 i’ll try to rank them but that’s challenging.

emet selch (ffxiv) -> tl;dr he’s a villain, and a very well written one at that. he has complexity and humanity. all while being a (helpful yet) insufferable pain in everyone’s ass because he’s very old and tired as fuck. he’s seen civilizations rise and fall at his hand for the specific purpose of restoring the world he knew at any cost. there’s so much i could say about him, but the short version is i liked his personality at every stage of his story. by the end, i was obsessed and have been since.

g’raha tia (ffxiv) -> not a character i have a self ship with, but still easily one of my favorite characters. he’s my crème puff cat boy, so sweet and genuine but also an incredibly strong individual. again, he’s another one whose story arc i really enjoyed, and any time he pops up in the story, i get a little grin. he’s such a wonderful character that leaves me with all of the warm, fuzzy feels.

aizawa shouta (bnha) -> not sure i need to say much on this one lmao. i enjoy his canon personality a lot. he’s got similar vibes to the first in that he’s also very tired and very unwilling to put up with bs. he’s the kind of person i can see myself wanting to spend a lot of time around.

bakugo katsuki (bnha) -> i’ve really enjoyed his story arc, and his little grumpy faces make me giggle. he reminds me of a pomeranian, but also a cat who’s grumpy as hell, hides most of the time, and is very vocal if you don’t feed him on time or give him attention on his terms. 😂 but if we’re talking about aged up kats (we always are), he just. makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. i want to snuggle him up and pretend to tolerate his sass even though we both know i love it.

mamoru chiba (sailor moon) -> my first and longest lasting fictional crush. a handsome (traumatized) hero who’s protective and caring, sassy as heck, blunt when it’s necessary, and makes me feel like a pretty princess? yes, please. he has always made me swoon. mamoru holds a special place in my heart.

bonus: kaoru sakurayashiki (sk8) -> he can be a bit harsh on the outside, but i think it’s fairly clear he’s sensitive and caring underneath that. another one i just want to spend a ton of time with. sure, he has his high strung and slightly immature moments, but i do, too. the kind of person that (once i get past being flustered so easily), i feel safe being around.

#ask games #bnha #ffxiv #sk8 #sailor moon #emet selch #g’raha tia #aizawa shouta #bakugou katsuki #mamoru chiba #kaoru sakurayashiki #self ship nonsense

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leggywillow · 2 months

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Fic Writer Interview

I was tagged by @feralkwe

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

10 🙈

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

170,541

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

He Thought Her Unsinkable (50)

Never Free (41)

Failed Attempts at Simpler Lives (24)

Ashes (12)

Torture Of Your Own Design (10)

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! I really can’t overstate how much I love and value every comment and how they make my day and really keep me going when I worry that no one’s interested, lol. I want the commenters to know that, even if sometimes all I can say is “thanks!” Because I can’t grab them by the shoulders and just shriek right in their face.

People engaging with my characters and ships and little situations is like… the point for me. It’s the DREAM, for real.

5. What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Technically it’s the short Ashes, since that ends with Hawke dead and Anders and Justice gone. The one that makes me the saddest, though, is Strange Bedfellows. That fic spends more time getting to know the characters before destroying them.

6. What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Never Free ends the most hopefully, I feel.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Nah.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, which is the good part of focusing on niche content with OCs, lol. I may not rack up numbers but I also don’t get attention from the meanies.

9. Do you write smut?

Not really, but god I want to. I’ve put a grand total of like 2.3 smut-esque scenes in my stories, because I just chicken the hell out. I get SO self-conscious, and it just feels so bad lmao. No idea how to overcome this.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, and I can’t imagine anyone has. Another benefit of creating niche content.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I’m aware of. That would be pretty cool though.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but it’s something I’d be open to if the right circumstances came up. It seems pretty unlikely at this point in my fandom life, but you never know.

13. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I feel like the Simpsons’ “SAY THE LINE, BART!” meme right now because it’s obviously Carver Hawke/my Surana. You know, the only ship I ever write and talk about.

The only other ship I’ve been both feral and inspired enough to write about is Hawke/Alistair, so that ship gets second place.

Mind you, this is strictly from a “writing fanfic” perspective. I love lots of different ships, including multishipping for the above characters.

14. What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I don’t post many things so the only unfinished WIP (besides the one I’m currently working on) is my Hawkistair fic, He Thought Her Unsinkable, that I last updated in 2016. Two years ago I would have said it would stay unfinished forever, but now I DO have intentions of coming back to it. (I got thoroughly stuck with progressing both the plot and the ship and I’ve since thought up solutions for both.)

I’ll probably rewrite the whole thing though. There was a lot of room for improvement, and I cringe looking back.

15. What are your writing strengths?

This is hard for me because I’m so riddled with imposter syndrome and anxiety, but I think I do character dialogue well. I can hear voices very clearly in my head and it’s one of the few things my memory holds onto, so I fiddle with my lines until I can hear the character saying them in their cadence.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle with descriptions for sure. Knowing how much or little to include, yes, but I also find myself just blanking out on descriptive words when I need them.

Me, desperately, to my own brain: We’ve seen a house before! I need words to describe a house!

Brain: I have never seen one of those before in my life.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

This is something where I try to stay pretty firmly in my lane, because I know it can be done poorly if you don’t know what you’re doing. And I do not, lol. If a character is speaking in another language, I just say that. I try to keep my usage of other languages to exclamations and terms of endearment if they come up naturally.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I wrote Animorphs fanfic on an old typewriter at my dad’s office when I had to be there after school as a kid and then later on some little word processor software for kids that looked like you were typing in a little book. (I’ve been desperately trying to figure out what 1990s software this could have been to no avail, for nostalgia’s sake.) I made some kind of human/Hork-Bajir hybrid OC that was basically like Wolverine with the badass retracting blades in her skin.

19. What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I only like writing fic when I have BIG AND SPECIFIC IDEAS that grab me, and that only comes with being incredibly hyperfixated on the source material until I’m comfortable with the setting… so basically I’m very content in my Dragon Age sandbox and don’t have much desire to branch out. That said, I do love my Dark Urge from Baldur’s Gate 3 and am very tempted to write about her someday.

20. What's your favorite fic you've written?

I think I’ll have to go with Never Free. Failed Attempts at Simpler Lives has more character interactions that I deeply enjoyed writing, but I’m really proud of the plot I wove together in Never Free.

Tagging @theluckywizard @rakshadow @inquisimer @nirikeehan and anybody who thinks it looks fun!

#leggy writes #memes

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pits-of-kaos · 1 year

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My poor little meow meow Prowl is loosing—

Like man, how does that sad little meow meow not evoke pity? Even in the slightest?

He was beaten to a pump by Optimus, refused to be killed in the name of mercy, mind controlled and almost killed his comrade which would probably make him feel really guilty, betrayed by who he thought were friends, had needles stuck in the back of his head by CHROMEDOME just to get rid of his memories unconsensually, probably has quite a bit of trauma from sending people out to die but do you think he had ever wanted too? Probably not, but it was his job and if he was going to do it, he was going to do it with the least amount of casualties. And people forgave Megatron of all Cybertronians, who killed almost an entire race and species with his bare hands and many more, but didn’t forgive Prowl just because he didn’t change his thoughts and opinions.

Welp, that was a bit of a long rant— but yeah, this is just my opinion, Megatron is still great and I love him, but I will always vote Prowl :D

One word: Packaging.

Or more specifically, the way he packages his pain.

(I’m not sure if you’re looking for an actual answer, but I’m gonna give one since I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. Keep in mind that a lot of this is speculation.)

Quantifiably, Prowl did far less horrible things than Megatron, but Megatron has (1) a secure place in the franchise, (2) a redemption arc, and (3) looks*.

*so most fans say, anyway. My opinion on this fluctuates.

Also, Megatron’s reaction to his struggles is very different from Prowl’s.

When he’s in pain emotionally, Megatron directs it toward himself for the most part. Same with Starscream, Chromdome, and several others who have been through hell in the war.

But Prowl? Prowl refuses to acknowledge his wounds and takes it out on those around him and the world at large. His need for control is rooted in deep insecurity and a feeling of not being safe anywhere or with anyone. Even Tarantulas of all people picked up on Prowl’s desperate need to convince himself he was in control even when he really wasn’t. That tips me off to the depth of Prowl’s pain and self-deception, which he’s almost entirely numb to.

Most people will have more pity for someone like Megatron, Chromedome, or even Starscream who struggle in an obvious or self-pitying way versus someone like Prowl whose pain drives him to antagonize others and act like he can’t ever be wrong. It’s easier for most fans in the TF fandom to look at Prowl and blame him for his problems because of his outward pomposity. And in some cases, it’s true.

At the end of the day, a contrite or self-pitying sufferer gets more pity than a pompous one. Chromedome is the former and Prowl is most certainly the latter.

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This was going to be longer because I have a lot more to say about this topic, but I cut it short because I believe I answered your question adequately. The rest will have to go in another post on main. That is, if I decide to share it at all. I still hold my breath every time I bring up IDW Prowl.

#the poll master answers #idw prowl

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theboistm · 1 year

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Someone asked me what I thought about the new Mutant Mayhem movie that’s coming out soon. And… I have some thoughts.

First off, the way they asked was very judgmental. Their tone was very “Doesn’t it look bad?”

And that I think is a red flag. The movie isn’t out yet. There’s barely even been a couple trailers. And yet I’ve still seen multiple people online and irl (not just this person) saying that “it looks bad” and “they’re too young” and “I don’t like the new April design”.

Alright here’s where I go off.

I’m a rise fan. If you know anything about me, then that would be inherently obvious to you. My favorite iteration of TMNT is the 2018 version. It is the first tmnt show I’ve ever seen and it introduced me to a whole new world of shows and characters and fandom. The animation is gorgeous, the writing is super funny, the characters are so good.

There is so much that I could tell you about Rise that I love. But guess what? At first, I didn’t like this show.

Not for any good reason mind you. I saw some YouTubers and reviewers that I trusted tear the first few episodes to pieces and point out every little flaw it had (real or fake). And my young, easily-influenced brain saw these adults ripping apart a kids show and thought “Oh, it must be bad if everyone is this mad”. So I didn’t watch it.

Then, years later, I noticed a LOT of people from a previous fandom I was in start to move to Rise after the other fandom started to die.

The content looked good and the small amount of plot I picked up from comics and art looked interesting so I decided to sit down and watch it. The first season was on Netflix which I already had so I wasn’t losing anything by doing so.

And guess fricking what?!

I loved it. Everything about that show made (and still makes) me so happy. I love every part of it. Even the flaws that I am mature enough to admit that it has.

And there are still people out there who hate on Rise. Not as many as there were, but still. And I can almost guarantee you that they either haven’t watched the show or they haven’t given it a fair chance if they did.

And by GOD IF THIS HAPPENS TO MUTANT MAYHEM I WILL TEAR THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND SO HELP ME

I’m already seeing people break down the trailers and designs and hate on them.

Don’t get me wrong. You are allowed to dislike things. Hell, I have many a show or movie that I don’t like. But I’ve at least seen all of them. And I don’t go around spreading hate. Every time I don’t like a show or movie, I can always see why someone else would.

But that isn’t what’s happening here. I fear we might get stuck in another cycle of hating something right after it comes out, then finding out it’s actually really good years later.

So, until the movie comes out and I’ve had time to sit on it, I’m just going to say that I’m excited. It looks really cute, and I can’t wait to find out what the story is going to be.

Anyways, those are my thoughts.

#tmnt 2018 #tmnt #rise #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #mutant mayhem

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laurasbailey · 3 months

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original anon here, i'm real grateful to you and everyone else for taking the time to respond and share your input!

i'm usually better at distancing myself from online spaces, i've just kinda "relapsed" lately and went on a self-destructive deep dive ☠️ like..."i've been checking reddit", kind of self-destructive. what a long break does to a mf, i guess

i do agree with what you've all said & I'm aware that it's basic common sense in fandom spaces and beyond - if i've been enjoying c3, there's no reason to let someone else's opinion bother me. i think one of the issues is…if there's stuff that i've been enjoying less on my own, and then i see negativity around that same stuff, my brain tends to take it as confirmation that it's true lmao and i find myself suspecting that i would enjoy a sandbox-y vibe a lot, but that's not happening with the characters and story that i've been invested in since the beginning. am i making up problems in my head? definetly, and i'm actually a bit ashamed to admit that, but hey

all that being said, i absolutely love those same things you've mentioned (the focus on the ladies, this romance, the high stakes and having ashley full-time) and more, even as i have less context for it being unusual since it's my first campaign! and i obviously agree that it's not anyone's game but theirs. i wouldn't wish for them to cater to anyone's desires but their own and i'm 100% sure that what i loved from the beginning is common in every campaign - the joy and fun we get watching them enjoy themselves

truly, the negative thoughts are more related to getting too bogged down thinking of the story itself, in a way, and wishing i could see these specific characters chill a bit and explore…so basically the ticking clock problem haha i generally worry they're never gonna get to talking or resolving interpersonal issues before the campaign's over and they're not the main party anymore

sorry for the lenght of this and for bringing it to you out of the blue haha i've been overthinking on loop and since literally no one i know watches the show and i don't want to be annoying to them, i'm annoying on the internet. again, thank you so so much!!

i think i get where you’re coming from and i think you’ll enjoy c1 and 2 if that’s the case! there’s definitely a lot more meandering, and c2 doesn’t even start tackling what i would consider “the main plot” until like 50+ eps in lmao. meanwhile c1 has the high stakes of c3 but the main plot starts early and stretches for a long time.

i think since i’ve experienced both of those campaigns already, c3’s shortcomings don’t worry or bother me enough to care too much. whether the plot “sucks” or it’s “too fast” is really not that deep to me bc i just love the show in whatever form they’re willing to give it to me. it’s still funny, emotional, well-acted, etc regardless, and that’s the reason i watch to begin with, which could be different for you! also i’ve made my peace with the fact that we probably won’t get a ton of character focus this campaign, and while that is disappointing, i think being realistic helped me be chill about it all.

for other people, it’s the opposite and they expect every campaign to be like the one they like and they throw a tantrum when it’s not. if people are content to do that, that’s on them! c3 might not be for you, or you could have more of an appreciation for it after watching the other campaigns. it seems like you’re going to keep talking yourself into not liking it, whether it’s true or not.

you could always try watching another campaign and take a break from c3 stuff? it might be helpful to engage in something else if you’re stuck in a spiral of searching for the negativity. and if you do end up hating c3, it’s not a big deal either. it’s the people who don’t shut the fuck up about hating it that are annoying as hell lmao

#anonymous #ask #no worries at all btw! i’m totally happy to answer asks like this

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kiljoytrout · 2 years

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Let the Children Lose It

Pairing - Hotchreid (Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid)

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Rating - T

Ao3 Link

Summary

Hotch: Stuck in a meeting with Strauss.

Jack: Waiting to be picked up at school.

Prentiss: Waiting for Reid to get over his crush on his boss.

Spencer: Done with everyone’s bullshit.

Based on @panevanbuckley‘s idea.

p.s the title has nothing to do with the work, I was just listening to Bowie.

Let the Children Lose It

Flip. Flip. Flip.

Everyone in the bullpen could hear the noise but no one cared anymore. It just meant that Dr. Reid was reading at the speed of light, each page barely exposed before being covered by another one. Usually it would be a case file, another series of victims and unsubs whose names would blur together in everyone’s head but his. But today was a slow day at the BAU, the best kind of day. Even in the team’s most heroic moments, when they caught an unsub seconds before another life was destroyed, it never felt that good. After all, someone else was already dead if the team got called in in the first place. Dr. Reid, the genius who could piece together the puzzles no one else could, itched to get back to work, but Spencer, the young man whose mother had read medieval poetry to him every night, was relieved. No consolations, no crime scenes, just a battered copy of Beowulf in his hand and the buzz of the Bureau around him.

The epic would only last him a few more minutes at his current rate so he took a break to observe the bullpen. To his right, Agent Prentiss was slogging through a stack of reports, cursing under her breath (“ ‘time of discharge?’ why the hell would I check the time right before I shoot?”).

“ Want some help with that?” offered Reid.

“ Ugh, that would be a lifesaver. Apparently the FBI needs a form for every single bullet fired from a federal weapon.”

Prentiss scooted over to make space for Reid and his chair at her desk. They worked for the next half hour, him peppering her with questions about where or when a shot was fired (“my motive? That I didn’t feel like dying at the moment.”). As they burned through the paperwork, Spencer glanced at the Unit Chief Office. Through the shutters, he could see the familiar blonde head of Strauss, a couple of other bureaucrats, and if he craned his neck -

“Checking up on your man?”

Reid averted his gaze, turning back to Prentiss. He wondered how even though they were practically the same color, Prentiss’s dark eyes were so bright while Hotch’s always had a brewing intensity to them. In fact, Prentiss’s were practically dancing in anticipation right now - she asked you a question!

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Reid mumbled.

“Oh come on, Morgan and I’ve been watching you pine for years. When are you going to make a move, Reid?” she teased.

“Contrary to popular belief Prentiss, I actually like my job. Here’s the last report, ingrate.”

Prentiss thanked him (rather ungraciously) and he rolled back to his desk. Over his shoulder, he could catch the sympathy in her bright eyes. To her, he was just the poor kid who fell too hard for his obliviously handsome boss. Spencer couldn’t blame her; that’s all he ever thought he would be too. Despite his eidetic memory, he can’t remember the exact moment when his desperate crush had become reality. Was it always there, in the shared space of an airplane armrest after a long case, in the sole of a holstered shoe kicking him on a hospital floor, in every single “Reid, you’re with me” at the beginning of countless cases?

Now, he really was with Hotch, though he can’t say anything about it. If the ongoing meeting in the Unit Office was any indication, Strauss was still hellbent on getting Hotch out of the Bureau and a relationship with a subordinate would be the perfect nail on the coffin of his career.

What if that’s what the meeting is about?

For a second, Spencer froze, darting a nervous glance upstairs before catching himself and burying his nose in the files on his desk. No, that can’t be it, he thought as he thumbed through evidence reports, trying not to look suspicious (as if one of the bureaucrats were going to look out the window at him and immediately know). If that was the case, they would have called me in too, maybe even the rest of the team. Strauss would want to make a spectacle of it.

Reassured, he set aside the old case files and picked up Beowulf again. But as Spencer sped through Hrothgar’s death and Grendel’s siege of the mead hall, something at the back of his mind still nagged him. The meeting was still going longer than usual. Hotch usually kept end of the day meetings short so the rest of the team could go out together and he could pick up - Jack!

His head swiveled to the clock on the wall. It was 3:07, school was going to let out any minute. Throwing subtlety to the wind, Spencer arched his neck and rolled his chair back a few feet. Through the shutters, he could see Hotch, jaw set and brows furrowed. Spencer waved to catch his eye, mouthed “Jack?”, and tipped his head to the glass doors. Hotch tightened his lips grimly. He can’t get out of this meeting, Spencer realized, and since this is a surprise on Strauss’s part, he probably didn’t tell Jessica to pick Jack up from school. Making sure Hotch could still see him, Spencer pointed to himself, grabbed his bag, and started walking in the direction of the doors.

“Where are you going, Reid? You usually don’t leave until we drag you out.” said Prentiss.

“ Got something going on today,” he said, glancing upstairs, where he could see Hotch nodding, as if to Strauss’s words, but making eye contact with him.

“ Pretty boy’s got a hot date!” laughed Morgan, leaning on the door frame.

“Sure I do” muttered Reid, ducking under Morgan’s hand trying to tousle his hair and out the door.

In his ear, there was the faint sound of an annoyed woman saying, “Agent Hotchner, is there something down there that’s distracting you?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SCHOOL ZONE SLOW DOWN

Under the dirty yellow sign, kids of all ages were congregated, bidding goodbye to their friends before getting into their parent’s cars. Spencer sighed in relief; if students were still leaving, Jack can’t have been waiting for too long. Not seeing him in the immediate crowd, Spencer parked the car and walked to the front of the school. He had only seen this place from the passenger seat, waiting for Hotch to pick up his son.

Jack and Spencer were close but that was mainly in the confines of Hotch’s apartment. In Jack’s eyes, Spencer supposed, he might feel like an imaginary friend to make elephant toothpaste, rewatch Jurassic Park, and fall asleep to constellation stories with. On the days when all he could do was trace the needle marks on the inside of his elbows, it’s this that kept Spencer going; the reminder that to Jack, he is not scarred or beaten, but simply a magical trickster who pulled playing cards out of thin air and knew the names of creatures that lurk in the deep sea.

“Jack!” he called out but his voice was lost in hubbub.

“ Can’t find your kid either?” someone asked. A woman, around Hotch’s age, with auburn hair and an exasperated smile was standing behind him.

“ No, I can’t. Is there a designated pick up zone somewhere?” responded Spencer, not bothering to correct her parenting assumption.

“ There’s supposed to be, but it’s always a mess by the end of the day. I’m Kelsey by the way.” she said, extending her hand for Spencer to shake.

“Dr. Reid.”

“A doctor! Smart and handsome.”

Spencer blushed, splotched red rising on his collarbones. No matter how often Hotch mumbled it into his neck, there was a part of him, hardened by the Las Vegas climate and cruelty, that could never fully believe he was beautiful.

“Thank you.”

“ Don’t thank me for speaking the truth! Wait, there’s my kid. Is that yours next to her?”

On the stairs was a girl whose auburn pigtails were splattered green and next to her was Jack, blue paint all over his cheek, waving happily.

“Uncle Spence!”

Spencer crouched down, gave a quiet oof when Jack ran right into his arms.

“ Did I hurt you, Uncle Spence?”

“Not at all Jack, you’re just so big now! What happened to your cheek?”

Before Jack could answer, another adult appeared behind him, plump with heart-shaped glasses; Spencer was reminded faintly of Garcia.

“Jack, is your dad here y- oh who is this?” asked the adult.

“This is my Uncle Spence, Mx. Crassey. Uncle Spence, this is my teacher Mx. Crassey. Say hiiiiii.”

Spencer bit back a smile. Jack had obviously seen his father introduce colleagues to each other at some point and started doing his own version of it.

“ Hello, Mx. Crassey. Jack’s dad is stuck in a meeting right now. I’m his partner, um, at the Bureau.” added Spencer.

“Are you the same Spencer who taught Jack the scientific names of his toy dinosaurs?” the teacher asked, smiling widely.

“Yes, he is!” piped Jack from under them.

“ Aw, that’s sooo cute!” said Kelsey, who was holding hands with her daughter now.

“Anyways, I came down to let both of you know that Tracy and Jack got into a bit of a paint fight during Art Time, as you can tell.” said the teacher, gesturing to Tracy’s hair and Jack’s cheek.

“Will it come off?’ asked Kelsey.

“It should. Schools usually work with acrylic paints, which is just color pigment in a quick drying resin. Water and dish soap should dissolve the resin and wash out the pigment.” explained Spencer.

There was a beat of silence. Spencer mentally slapped himself, remembering that he was not at the Bureau and Tracey’s hair wasn’t a live-or-die situation that required this information.

“Jack wasn’t lying during show and tell, you certainly are smart Spencer!” said Mx. Crassey.

Before Spencer could respond, his pocket started to buzz.

“Give me a second to take this please,” he said before flipping open his phone to answer Hotch’s call. He walked a few paces away, leaving Jack and Tracy to squabble with each other under the supervision of Mx. Crassey and Kelsey.

“Spencer?”

“It’s me, Hotch. I’m with Jack at his school.”

“Good. I’m sorry you had to pick him up, the meeting only ended a few minutes ago.”

“It wasn’t any trouble. Was the meeting about um, us?”

“Not directly. I’ll explain more when you and Jack get home.”

“Is everything okay?”

He could hear Hotch smile through the phone.

“Don’t worry Dr. Reid, everything at the Bureau is fine. I’ll be home soon.”

“ Alright, Jack and I should get going then. Goodb-”

“Spencer. Thank you.”

“Any time Hotch.”

“I love you.”

“ I love you too.”

Spencer hung up and tucked his phone in his pocket. When he turned back to the group, the vestiges of his giddy smile immediately died. While the kids were still obliviously quarreling, both Kelsey and Mx. Crassey were staring at him in shock, having obviously eavesdropped.

“I’m so sorry Dr. Reid, if I had known you were taken I would never have…” stammered a mortified Kelsey.

“ It’s fine, you had no way of knowing,” mumbled Spencer, just as embarrassed

. An awkward pause ensued. In the background, Tracy whined “You took my truck during free time!” and Jack said “Nuh uh! That was my truck, I just let you look at it for a little bit”.

“O-kay, I think these kiddos could use some separate spaces right now. Ready to go home?” Mx. Crassey nodded at Jack and Tracy, who stuck their tongues out at each other. Spencer took Jack’s (slightly sticky) hand and the two started down the steps.

Hotch so owes me for this thought Spencer as he waved an awkward goodbye to Kelsey

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“She really said that?”

Hotch, clad in his non-BAU attire of a quarter pullover and sweatpants, was at the kitchen counter dicing onions for dinner. Watching him from where he was sprawled on the couch, Spencer dramatically pouted.

“So you don’t think I’m smart and handsome?”

Hotch snorted and shot Spencer a knowing glance.

“Of course I do. But if I was meeting you for the first time in an elementary school pick up lane, I would try to be a little more subtle.”

“But then she wouldn’t have been as horrified when she heard me say ‘I love you’ on the phone.”

Hotch laughed and Spencer drank in the sight of Hotch’s dimples, something the young man could never grow tired of.

“Next time, I’ll need to make you wear a veil from head to toe so no more parents will hit on you.”

“Completely ineffective. They would still fall for my dulcet voice and intellectual charm.”

“And your humility as well.”

Spencer cackled. It was strange how in Hotch’s company, the young agent could be both flustered at the mere sight of him, yet more brazen than he was with anyone else.

“Well?” said Hotch.

“Hmm?”

“Didn’t you want to know what the meeting was about?”

Spencer sat upright so fast that two cushions fell off the couch, knocking over the jar of coins (something that Spencer and his mom used to do with spare change) from the coffee table.

“Shit!” cried Spencer.

“Daddy, Uncle Spence, are you guys okay?” called Jack from his room.

“We’re all fine buddy!” answered Hotch as he threw the diced onions into the frying pan and went to help Spencer pick up the change.

“I heard Uncle Spence say a bad word!”

“No, no no you didn’t Jack. I just said a word that sounds like a bad word!” hastily corrected Spencer as he shoveled pennies in his palms. Crouched down next to him, Hotch snickered.

“Not helping.” whisper-shouted Spencer.

“Don’t worry about it Jack, just play in your room until dinner’s ready!” called Hotch.

“Okay Daddy!”

Waiting until they could hear the blasts of Jack playing Space Robbers, Hotch and Spencer exchanged furtive grins.

“You really were excited, weren’t you?”

“Shut up. Now, what was the meeting about?”

“Maybe I should wait, there’s still another cushion on the couch that needs to be knocked over.”

Spencer threw a quarter at Hotch, which bounced off of his nose. Hotch’s carefree grin shifted into his workplace grimace.

“The meeting was about inter-team relationships in the BAU.”

“And it wasn’t about us?”

“Not you. At first Strauss was simply annoyed that Garcia had answered the phone with ‘is this Sex God Derek Morgan calling?’ ” -

Spencer snorted loudly

- “But then as I explained for the third time that Garcia and Morgan are just extremely friendly colleagues, I implied that even if there were inter-team relationships, it wouldn’t hurt overall performance as long as all conflicts of interest were made clear.”

“That’s so…”

Spencer was trying to choose between ‘heart-wrenchingly sweet’ and ‘unfathomably stupid’.

“ The second I mentioned that, Strauss accused me of being in a relationship with one of my subordinates.”

“Oh god.”

“JJ specifically.”

Spencer dropped the dimes he was collecting in shock.

“JJ!”

“I assume because she calls me frequently to discuss what cases to select.”

“ But JJ has”-

“A husband and son both of whom she cares for deeply. When I reminded Strauss of this, her colleague McKinney then suggested that it was Prentiss that I’m supposedly having an affair with.”

Spencer was torn between being offended and thankful for the heteronormativity of it all.

“Since she’s not dating anyone, that took a little while longer to disprove.”

“How did you convince them?”

“It helped that the moment Strauss asked her ‘are you having a sexual relationship with Agent Hotchner?’ she burst out laughing.”

“I bet they loved that.”

“After that meeting, no taxpayer can say the FBI doesn’t put their money to good use.”

They laughed and returned to sorting the change. Quarters, nickels, dimes, and pennies piled on the coffee table into shiny silver and copper stacks.

“So,” Spencer mused as he fingered a nickel, “ I assume we can’t tell the team about us anytime soon.”

“No.”

Hotch said in his drill sergeant tone, but Spencer could hear the pain suffocated in it.

“That’s okay.”

“No, it isn’t Spencer. You shouldn’t be forced to keep your life a secret from your closest friends because of bureaucratic red tape.”

“Hotch, I know that. But I don’t want either of our careers to be derailed because of something we decided was a non-issue a long time ago. This is enough for me.”

“And you will tell me the day that it isn’t?”

“I promise.”

“Good.”

They continued sorting for a few more minutes before a peculiar smell in the air caused them to look up from their work.

“Weren’t you supposed to be making dinner?” asked Spencer.

Hotch’s eyes widened. As he ran to attend to the burning onions, his partner laughed at him from the floor.

“Be quiet and finish picking up the coins.” mock admonished Hotch as he scraped the burnt mess from the pan into the trash.

“Whatever you say Hotch.”

Spencer continued counting for a few more moments before he felt eyes on him and turned to find Hotch smiling, still scraping but with dimples in full fashion.

“What?”

“Nothing. I was just wondering why you still call me Hotch. I say Spencer when we’re not at work.”

“Certain times I call you Aaron.”

Certain intimate times.

“ That I know,” - responded Hotch, the smugness in his voice causing rosy splotches to rise on Spencer’s cheekbones - “But why not the rest of the time?”

Spencer remembered his beginning at the BAU, the goosebumps raised on his neck when they shook hands, the late nights in the bullpen watching the silhouette of the man working in the upstairs office, the rush of warmth in his chest like mulled cider the first time he was brave enough to call ‘Hotch!’

“That’s a story for another day” Spencer said wistfully as he placed the last coins in their stacks.

Click. Click. Click.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #hotchreid #hotchreid fic #criminal minds fic #my fic

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 8 months

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Sicktember #5

Prompt: Preventative Measures (Not Taken)

Fandom/OCs: Letterkenny (Wayne and Katy)

Words: 980

Sicknario inspo: Flu season sicknario A from this post.

Author’s comments/background: If you’ve never seen Letterkenny, I’d suggest checking out my other fics for the fandom where I explain the premise. I’ll forego that here since by now if you’re reading this, I assume you get the gist. Or just imagine hot farmers for the characters. That works too.

On another note, I wrote this in about an hour in one sitting, which is by far the fastest I’ve ever finished anything for this fandom, which as you might imagine is a pretty tricky on to write for, so that was a nice surprise.

~~~***~~~

(Scene opens on WAYNE standing in front of the House in the snow with crossed arms, dressed for the outdoors in winter.)

WAYNE: Had to have a talk with Katy the other daaaaay…

(Scene changes to earlier in the month. KATY, dressed for skiing, comes into the Shop where WAYNE is working on a snowmobile.)

WAYNE: Katy, how are ya now?

KATY: Not so bad and you?

WAYNE: Not so bad. How was skiing with Bonnie McMurray?

KATY: Good. You know, Bonnie is going to get her flu shot tomorrow. They're free at the clinic.

WAYNE: That so?

KATY: Mhm, and I think I might go with her.

WAYNE: You ever had one of those flu shots before?

KATY: Well no.

WAYNE: Then why would you wanna do a thing like that? Seems to me I got enough holes in my body. I don't need a needle making another one.

KATY: Well I don't need to be getting the flu. Bonnie said McMurray her dad got it last year and he couldn't leave the couch for four or more days.

WAYNE: What's that got to do with you?

KATY: So I can't be lying on the couch for four or more days! I've got places to be and people to see.

WAYNE: Lying on the couch for four or more days sounds like a vacation, and a vacation sure as hell sounds better than having a needle stuck in your arm.

KATY: Sounds to me like you're afraid of needles.

WAYNE: Maybe so. But I've never gotten the flu shot before, and I've never been laid out sick on the couch for four or more days. So I reckon I'll take my chances with the flu this year, same as always.

KATY: Well I'm getting my shot with Bonnie McMurray tomorrow. And you might do yourself a favor and think about taking some preventative measures, too. I'd hate to see what you're like laid out with the flu.

WAYNE: Suit yourself. But I haven't prevented any measures my whole life and I'm not starting now.

(KATY rolls her eyes as she exits. WAYNE returns to his work.)

(Scene changes to a few days later. In the Kitchen, KATY is unloading groceries and putting them away, dressed only in a crop top and shorts. WAYNE, DAN, AND DARRYL enter, red from the cold and blowing on their hands.)

WAYNE: Jesus, Katy, it's winter. Put some f*ckin clothes on.

KATY: Not my forte.

WAYNE: Any coffee still hot?

KATY: No. You should try drinking orange juice instead of coffee once in a while, though. (She pours herself a glass of juice as she speaks.)

WAYNE: Feels like hell froze over out there right now and I want something hot, not a damn glass of juice. (He brushes past her to start a pot of coffee.)

DAN: I didn't knows youse was such a fan of orange juices, Miss Katy.

KATY: Orange juice has Vitamin C, and Vitamin C keeps you from getting sick. It's flu season, you can’t be too careful.

WAYNE: Now Katy, why are you so scared to get sick? It never bothered you any other year, and we've survived plenty of flu seasons so far.

KATY: I told you, I've got places to be and people to see. I can't afford to be sick.

DAN: Sounds likes youse has important things to sees to, Miss Katy. Did youse gets your free flu shots ats the clinics, this year?

KATY: As a matter of fact, I did, Squirrely Dan.

DARRYL: You know I heard everyone who gets the flu shot for the first time always gets the flu that year.

WAYNE: There ya go, see? I've never had a flu shot and I've never had the flu. Case closed.

KATY: Well I'm not taking the chance of being laid out on the couch for four or more days.

DAN: You're real concerned about your healths, Miss Katy. That's what I appreciates about you.

KATY: That's what you appreciate about me?

WAYNE: Take off about 20% there, Squirrely Dan.

KATY: And you all better wash your hands twice every time you come into this house until spring. I won't be getting sick even if any of you do.

WAYNE: Maybe if you put some f*ckin clothes on you wouldn't have to worry about getting sick.

KATY: I'll take my preventative measures and you take yours, big brother. (She exits.)

DARRYL: If we gotta wash our hands twice, does that mean we gotta wash our gloves too?

WAYNE: Shut the f*ck up, Darry.

(Scene changes to a few days later. KATY is lying under a blanket on the couch in the Living Room looking sick and sad. WAYNE enters carrying a streaming mug which he hands to KATY. She takes it, sitting up to drink. She is dressed in thick winter clothes.)

WAYNE: Anything else you need?

KATY: No. You can leave.

WAYNE: Least you finally put some f*ckin clothes on.

KATY: (Angry now, points offscreen) Go.

WAYNE: Aww, c’mon, Katy, don’t be mad. Maybe you’ll only be laid up on the couch for two or more days. And it’s blizzarding out there, so you can’t be going places and seeing people anyway.

KATY: (Still pointing) GO!

WAYNE: Alright, alright, I’ll go. Holler if you need anything else. I’ll be in the kitchen fixing dinner. Might even drink a glass of orange juice. It’s flu season, you know. Can’t be too careful.

KATY: You’ll need to be careful, all right. Just you wait until I’m better.

WAYNE: (Walking away) See you in four or more days, then.

(Scene changes back to the first setting, with WAYNE outside in the snow)

WAYNE: Just goes to show you never know what’ll happen when you’re preventing measures for flu season.

#sicktember 2023 #skt 2023 #prompt 5 #let/terkenny

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