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twistedmusings · 3 years

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How the dorm leaders react when they catch you kissing someone from their dorm [Part 2]

A/N: AND HERE IT IS! Oh my god I still can't believe I managed to get this done! I actually stayed on task! Honestly these three were probably my favourite from the original post, I've had far too much fun writing these bois.

And what can I say? Playfully flirty MC is a good MC u wu

Warnings: Heavy smooching, possessive talk, and the reader just really pushing the dorm leader's buttons~

Part 1 here!

“How dare you...?”

Vil was more than happy to be coming back to Pomefiore with all the stuff that had happened today. Classes were more annoying than usual, he had to chase Leona down to tell him to get his work done and there had been some problems in the modeling studio that caused the lights to be brighter than usual and now he had a headache that only a nap could fix.

Thing was, if he wanted to keep his schedule as tight as possible he would need to stay awake for...another 6 hours.

One good thing was waiting for him though. Rook had greeted him at the entrance and let him know that the Ramshackle prefect was in the dorm today as per his request.

Good.

This would keep him awake. He remembers promising you a lesson in proper skincare in order to remedy whatever you did once you woke up in the morning. Deep in the back of his head he remembers you telling him that you just splash cold water on your face but he preferred to think that you at least put some sort of moisturizer. Maybe.

He rushes to his room to freshen up and makes sure that he has the materials he needs. Vil had decided that his own brand of face cleansing products would be a good start for your skin. The tingles in his fingertips went ignored as he thought of you thinking about him in the morning. It wasn’t that sort of thing at all, he reminded himself. Dorm leaders were supposed to help each other out, despite how often they were at each other’s throats, and he was just fulfilling his role not just as a dorm leader but as a...friend.

Vil takes one last look at the mirror and makes his way down the row of rooms in Pomefiore to reach the Lounge, only to stop when he sees you being pulled into one of the many rooms by what was clearly a Pomefiore’s students hand.

Wait what?

It’s almost alarming how quickly he approaches the door and puts his foot in it, choosing to stay quiet as he sees that the two people in the room didn’t even bother to wonder why the door hadn’t closed all the way. The student was pressing kisses against your lips in small intervals, choosing instead to talk as you run your hands up the expensive purple robe and taking in the little designs.

“I had a new lip scrub I wanted you to try out.”

“Really? Then why aren’t we in the bathroom?"

“That’s rather forward for a dorm leader. Is everyone in Ramshackle this daring?”

Vil couldn’t even pinpoint the student’s name. That was your first offense. The only thing he remembers about him is the man’s caramel brown hair and how it contrasted beautifully against his dark skin. After that, nothing could pop into his head that would make that student even remotely interesting for you to be hanging off of him like that! Of all the people to be with, it just had to be a nameless potato, didn’t it?

The hairs at the back of his head stand up as the potato hands you what he believes to be the best lip scrub in the business, which only makes the alarms in Vil’s head go off even louder. That brand wasn’t even known for doing lip scrubs! In fact, they once put out a three in one shampoo/conditioner and the fact that the student even had that brand in the dorms and you just blatantly accepting it was your second offense.

And as much as he wanted to focus on that being the thing that truly bothered him, he felt the alarms deafening him as he saw the potato’s hands wrap around your waist as he kissed you again, your lips parting to let him inside.

He shouldn’t be looking at this, he should be leaving and just leave you to your own devices. The lesson wasn’t important, you weren’t that important to him--

Amethyst eyes widen when you tilt your head as the student starts kissing down your neck, already choosing one spot to make his own as he licks and nips at the skin while you dig your fingers into his robe.

Vil didn’t really know how to describe the sudden surge of energy that caused him to fling the door open and grab the student by the back of his robe and pull him backwards, eyes glaring at you the entire time as you whisper his name, as if suddenly remembering that you had a previous engagement before this whole ‘sticking your tongue down a Pomefiore student’s throat’’ business.

“Prefect. My room. Now.”

You put your hands up and walk out of the room without looking at him, Vil letting go of the student’s robes and walking out after you. He didn’t even need to tell him that he was in trouble, the student would realize it soon enough once Rook delivered the chores that needed to be done by tonight.

A list only that student would be getting instead of the entire dorm.

Vil closes the door of his room and turns the lock rather harshly, looking back at you sitting at the edge of his bed still staring at the window. You weren’t trying to defend yourself, you weren’t even looking at him.

“I hate to be kept waiting, Prefect. Not just that, it is extremely rude to keep someone waiting just so you can fraternize with someone in my dorm.”

No answer. He grabs his desk chair and sits down so he can face you directly.

“What made you go and pick that potato?”

“Why would that be any of your business Vil-senpai?”

It was very much his business, if you asked him. He would have been okay if it was Epel or even Rook that you had picked to make out with but he wasn’t just going to stand around and watch as one of the student’s whose name he didn’t even know threw all of his work out of the window! So he asked the question again, this time getting a chuckle as an answer which only served to upset him even more.

“Out of anyone in my dorm you could have picked, you had to go with someone who offers you such a low quality brand of lip scrub?”

“That is your problem with this? What he offered me? Me and him just started hanging out, we know nothing about each other! I just wanted to change that.”

His headache was coming back again.

Vil put hard work into everything he did. That was his work ethic and people be damned if they thought it was too much. Maybe they couldn’t handle it but they still respected it, respected his craft and the work he put into it.

So why do you, of all of his recent projects, disrespect him so blatantly?

It was clear you weren’t ready yet, Vil wasn’t done working with you yet. After doing something like this, and right inside his dorm, he knew that you had just taken all of the careful brushes and strokes he had decorated your canvas with…

And burnt it right in front of his eyes.

Which is why he didn’t necessarily feel any guilt when he grabbed your cheeks and pulled his own lipstick out of his back pocket, ignoring your protests.

“Quiet.”

He applies the shade quickly and before you have any chance to protest, pushes his lips against yours.

The kiss is anything but sweet. It’s almost punishing. Vil was reminding you that you were a work in progress. He still had so much left to teach you, so much left to work with you and if you kept rushing things you were going to make him mad. Once he was done with you, you could go about your pitiful little life and kiss whoever you wanted and he wouldn’t even bat an eyelash.

A hand grasps at his wrists as you press his palms on your cheeks, your tongue gently pressing against his lips so you could slip inside--

Nevermind. This sort of impatient kissing would also have to go.

He pulls away and pushes you onto the mattress, your eyes hazy with eagerness and confusion as Vil removes his jacket and gloves and leans down to trap you below him.

“Were you this greedy with him? Did he also get this treatment from you? No, don’t answer. I fear I’ll only get angrier if you do. Now be an obedient little potato and stay still, the first thing I’ll fix is that messy kissing of yours.”

“ :( “

Snacks runs had to be the most annoying and heart pounding of his usual daily life quests. If waking up was a struggle enough, especially when no special loot such as new anime or manga was available, it was hard to complete such basic tasks without some sort of incentive.

Although Idia guessed that not dying of starvation was enough of an incentive.

He walks down the corridor of his own dorm, humming a quiet tune to himself as he looks down at all the snacks he had acquired. Which, score! They even had a limited edition chip flavor that came with the card of one of his favourite idols! It took everything in his power to not just spend all of his money on more than one bag but he had such a good day today that he knew his gacha pull luck just had to be good.

The door to a room behind him opens, Idia quickly picking up his pace and hiding behind a corner as he looks at who it could be. He isn't against anyone in his dorm but...he didn't have the means to engage in any conversation that wasn't about his current FPS game or Gakemo so--

"Thank you for the help! I thought my phone was beyond repair!"

His hands tighten around the chips pressed tight to his chest, eyes wide in surprise as he sees you stepping out of the room.

Of all people...why were you here so late?

The student laughs as he scratches the back of his head, handing you back your phone and looking away.

“No--No problem! I...I honestly didn’t think you would come to me for help. I integrated the newest magical technology on it as well as voice activated features and a--a brand new messaging app that sends messages faster!”

Idia clicked his tongue as he heard the student speak. Look at him showing off. You didn’t know that he was taking advantage of your naive mind! You didn’t know anything about magic so, of course, all those features would sound fancy!

When it was literally taking your phone and just downloading some fancy new apps on it!

Yet there you were, marveling down at it as if you had just gotten the latest version.

Well maybe he shouldn’t complain too much, even from here he could see your smile. A part of him worried that all this luck he was suddenly getting would affect the luck he would get on his chip bag but...you were worth it.

Such a rare event shouldn’t be left unnoticed.

Maybe...maybe if he stayed here you could walk by and he could open up the ‘bumping into each other late at night’ event?

“So how can I repay you? Do you need anything done?”

Idia tunes back into the conversation as he frowns, looking back at the two of you as the student looks at every single corner of the ceiling instead of looking at you.

Payment? The guy had just downloaded a couple of apps that wasn’t good enough reason to offer some sort of payment. He frowns and taps his foot impatiently as the guy stutters out a few excuses before finally giving you an answer.

“A ki--A kiss? Would that be alright?”

The Ignihyde dorm leader almost falls down as he hears that, retreating further into his corner as he glared daggers at the guy who had just dared to ask for such a bold request.

A k--kis--kiss? A kiss...from you?

This guy was starting to piss him off! He should just be content staring at you! You were a SSR character all on your own! That guy should be happy he even got to talk to you at all and shouldn’t ask for more than he was given! He already rolled for such a life changing event why would he even want more!

His eyes soften when he sees you mull it over. It was okay, you could reject him. Such a guy wouldn’t even be worthy of a kiss from you so you so all you had to do was say no! Go on, [Y/N], just reject hi--

Idia can feel his heart breaking as his muscles stop working, dropping all of his stuff on the floor with a thud as the sound echoes. Yet it went ignored, the other two people in the hallway too busy with their own activities.

When...when had you even kissed him? Idia only remembers you putting your phone away and the moment he blinked you had already pressed your lips against that other guy--!

He should be leaving, why isn’t he moving?

The student’s hand goes to your waist as you deepen it, his face turning a deep shade of red as you pull away and tap his lips.

“Was that your first kiss?”

“...y--yes..”

You were smiling and giving him such a rare, almost ultimately rare item and Idia didn’t know how long he could stare until he combusted.

So all he could do was turn around…

And run as fast as he could.

He ignored the familiar voice calling out his name, footsteps quickly following him as he started to run out of breath.

Making a poor otaku like him run, even now you were still being so cruel to him!

Idia’s door slides open as he bursts inside, ready to bury himself in his bed and never come out again--!

Only to stop when he hears you hiss in pain.

Blue eyes turn around to see your foot jammed into his doorway, not allowing the electric door to slide closed. A part of him wants to immediately go to you and ask if you were alright but he stops himself as the image of your kiss flashes through his mind again.

“[Y/N]-shi! W--What--!”

You rub at your foot and sigh, walking in with a confused look as Idia presses his back against his bookshelf. He knew it. If a SSR character could be brought to real life, this is the sort of power they would have over him.

The kind of aura you were emitting was enough for him to want to get on his knees, but he chose to remain strong.

“I was calling out to you…didn’t you hear me?”

Idia turns his head and looks at the floor, the pain still raw and emotionally taxing than what he was used to. Disappointment was one thing but heartbreak was a complete other monster!

“Shouldn’t--Shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend?”

He spits the word out, annoyed that a guy from his dorm could unlock...no...could get someone like you. You were open to every single activity Idia gave you, you gave him good feedback and didn’t get scared when you two disagreed on something. Every manga he gave you, you read and every anime he told you to watch, you would watch it.

You were receptive, you were attentive, you were what Idia wanted in a real life friend!

He hadn’t dared hope for more!

That still didn’t mean he couldn’t fantasize when he was all by himself.

“Boyfriend…?”

You tilt your head in confusion before chuckling as you realized what had happened.

“Oh so you saw that.”

Is that all you were going to say?! You had just taken his heart and crushed it into tiny little pieces and you were just going to talk about what a pervert he was being!

Someone just KO him now, like right now!

“Yes...I saw. So what? You were just ki-kissi--doing that thing from everyone to see! So you should just go back to him instead of bullying me in my own room!”

Please just leave, he wanted to cry in peace.

Yet you stubbornly remain, just like the first time he met you.

“Idia I don’t know what crazy assumptions you are making but that guy isn’t my boyfriend.”

You put up one finger.

“He fixed my phone…”

Another one follows after.

“And he asked for a kiss for payment. Simple as that. You shouldn’t act like you caught us doing something major. It was just a kis---”

Large hands land on your shoulders as Idia now stands in front of you, head hung low as he mutters something to himself.

“Just a kiss….just a kiss.”

You jump as he gets close to your face, eyes staring at you pleadingly as he cupped your face.

“JUST A KISS? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU ARE? AN EXTRA RARE CHARACTER SUCH AS YOURSELF SHOULDN’T BE GIVING OUT SUCH RARE ITEMS LIKE THAT!”

He shakes you back and forth.

“IF YOUR KISS WAS JUST NORMAL THEN EVEN I...I COULD--”

Idia’s eyes fall on your lips, the rush of adrenaline mixed in with his built up desire for you all culminating in two choices popping up in his head. And for the first time, he knew that hesitation was not an option.

So he dives in.

His lips met yours roughly, not really moving them or anything but just pressing them against you. You put your hands gently on his chest but he takes it as a protest, which only causes him to push them onto yours even more.

This was...disastrous.

He had never kissed anyone before. How in the world did he think that he would be able to kiss you? Ah, maybe this was a dream? Right! He had just dreamed all of this up and you didn’t really force your way into his room to confront him!

His hair flares up when you cup his face, pushing him away slightly and tilting him in such a way that your lips would meet in a much softer fashion. He looks down and sees you closing your eyes, following in your footsteps and melting inside your kiss.

You both pull away slowly, Idia opening his eyes and blushing when he sees you licking your lips and sending him a teasing grin.

A rare sight...made only for him.

“I feel like I just spent all my stamina on this one event...so I don’t want to go unrewarded. Can we go further? I want to go further. What option do I have to pick for you to do that again, [Y/N]?”

“Don’t touch them.”

“YOUNG MASTER! WHERE ARE YOU!”

Malleus sighs as he looks on at the Diasmonia students gathered around the outskirts of the school, smiling as he sees Sebek directing them each and every way. Sebek really didn’t give up, did he? One of his classes had been canceled and he was eager to see the gargoyles around Ramshackle in a much better light but he figured Sebek would cause up a stir when he didn’t find him in his classroom.

As much as he appreciated him, Sebek didn’t have to walk him to every single class.

He sighs and goes deeper into the woods behind Ramshackle, the small broken path there leading him down a familiar terrain.

This is where he usually walked with you, after all.

Seeing this place in bright light was so very different. Instead of it being illuminated by his lights, the sun peeked out from over the trees and provided a sunny trail instead of the usual moonlight. He took a deep breath as he breathed in the smell of flowers all around, all of them growing wildly around him and defying any human to try and tame them.

His fingers trace some of the thorns he found on some of them, the flowers attracted to his touch and moving closer to his hands as a small vine wrapped around his finger.

All with his magic’s help after all.

This was his safe space. Malleus would come here during his first and second year and lose himself in the wilderness. In here no one would fear him. Here every single thing was responsive to his touches and even dared to touch back. Some of the wild rose bushes also reminded him of him, Malleus adding a bit more thorns around the flowers as in to emulate the very home he missed.

In this lonely place, he flourished.

But it wasn’t so lonely now, was it?

His third year had brought one big surprise. A human. A child of man who did not know who he was or what he was capable of. They looked at him as if he was just any other stranger roaming around their dorm and not the next ruler of the Valley of Thorns.

And Malleus, being the very curious person he is, found himself pulled to your inattentiveness.

He had dropped many hints that he was eager to get to know you more, relishing in the fact that you two were starting to get closer. And while he had hoped to keep his identity a secret a bit longer, he found it almost unbearable for you to not know who he was.

If you were so open with who you were, then he should show you the same kind of respect.

How wonderful that you were now on a first name basis with each other.

Malleus could walk over to Ramshackle dorm now and knock on your door without hesitation, smiling as he sees your excitement at just what places you two would discover in the dead of night.

Bummer you couldn’t be with him now.

He had seen you come out of your dorm and ask Sebek if he needed any help, to which the fae replied rather rudely that no human could ever track down his young master, so he was a bit reluctant to discover any more places without you by his side.

These walks were something you two did together, after all.

So he remained at this spot, touching everything and anything that would strike his fancy while going deeper and deeper into a small clearing you two had found. A large tree decorated its middle, the leaves falling gently upon the ground as the sun shone down on the large pond that provided this part of the forest with the water it needed to balance out the sun’s gentle rays.

“Shhhh, don’t make too much noise.”

Malleus stops as he hears your voice, his head immediately turning towards the sound as he hears rustling behind him. He smiles and turns to where he thought you were coming from only to be struck by a sudden idea--and immediately hiding among the trees and bushes so you couldn’t see him.

Would you be surprised to find him here?

He hoped so. Malleus had the habit of appearing to you suddenly so this wouldn’t be breaking any traditions between you two. If he played his cards right, you might join him on a walk all the way to the edge of the island.

“Prefect do you know where you are going?”

“I do! I’ve been here so many times. Now come on!”

Another person’s voice. No...he had heard that voice before.

Malleus retreats back into his hiding spot as he sees you rush by, holding by the hand a Diasmonia student as he rushes to follow you. You smile and turn around, still holding his hand while the other looked on in amazement at where you had led him.

“Prefect...this is…”

“Like it? Me and Malleus found it a while ago. This is how we know we are close to the edge of the forest.”

The Diasmonia dorm leader smiles as he watches you show the student around, pointing out different sights and sounds as the other watched on in amazement. That student probably had never gone anywhere this secret and while Malleus was glad you were showing off the place you two shared…

There was a feeling deep inside his chest that flared up angrily as he caught the student looking at you more than his surroundings.

Green eyes watch as the student’s hand clenches and unclenches, seemingly working up the courage to do something as you continue speaking. Which was rather rude, in Malleus’s opinion. You were explaining some wonderful things about the flora here and he was just staring at you without engaging in the conversation.

And how did you two know each other? Malleus had never mentioned you in Diasmonia except to Silver and Lilia, had he known you before him?

Malleus hands grip the tree bark tighter as the student takes your hand, stopping your explanation as he gets you to focus your attention on him.

What--?

“I’ve been eager to find some time alone with you.”

The student clears his throat before pulling you by the hand gently, your surprised look turning into one of playfulness as you follow along with his movements. He leads you to the edge of the pond, spinning you around as you allow him to position you in such a way that you are now closer to him than before.

Which only makes the angry feeling in Malleus’s gut flare up even more.

“Have you now? What for?”

An answer Malleus wanted to know as well.

Blushing, the student smiles and leads you into a dance with no music which only served to make you laugh and make Malleus’s fingers dig deep into the wood of the poor tree.

In the dragon fae’s eyes, you two are dancing for hours without caring about who was around. Why had he even brought you here? This student was part of Sebek’s surveillance crew and yet here he was not doing his job. But he wasn’t the one who brought you here…

You were.

Your actions were lost on Malleus as the dance finishes up, the student dipping you low before bringing you up.

“So you brought me here to dance? Who knew Diasmonia students were so charming.”

Malleus didn’t like the way you were smiling, nor how your hands rested on the student’s shoulders. He hadn’t seen this side of you before, you were playing along with this student and his motives.

Had you always been so playful? Malleus had only seen you during the night and whenever you two spoke it was a conversation worthy of two friends sharing experiences together.

But not this...never this…

“Well, not just a dance. I’ve wanted to state my intentions outright.”

The tree starts to crack slowly as Malleus can feel more thorns growing out of the rose bushes around him.

“Ever since you arrived, you have been an enigma to me. You are always so helpful even to those who do not seek your aid. Even now, you didn’t have to help me search for our Young Master."

He wasn’t searching for anyone, he was too close to you for Malleus’s liking and he needed to learn how to respect your boundaries.

“Yet you still offered me your help...and I…I want to...”

The student was leaning closer as his hands slid down to your waist, Malleus staring as you started to tilt your head as you placed your hands on his chest while his lips were dead set on meeting yours--!

Your face is tilted up as cold lips meet yours, your mouth opening in a surprised gasp as the hold the student had on you was no longer shy and timid but angry and possessive. These lips were pulling you in closer and closer, greedily eating each and every sound you were making as the air was slowly stolen from your lungs.

A string of saliva is left hanging as you two separate, your eyes fluttering open as you think of something to say to such a ravishing kiss.

Only for them to open wide in surprise as you see who you had really kissed.

“Malleus!?”

You turn to look behind the fae’s back, the Diasmonia student looking at his Young Master in mild panic and surprise while Malleus presses you close against his chest, clearly hiding you from view.

Right before the student even had a chance to taste your lips, Malleus had rushed out of his hiding place and pulled him away by the collar of his shirt.

For a dragon to watch on as something that was his was so close to be taken away, the surprise must have gotten to him.

“Go tell Sebek to head back to Diasmonia and call off his search. I will be there by nightfall.”

The student tries to stutter out a response but Malleus glares back as he keeps you pressed firmly against him.

“Now.”

You watch the student leave in a hurry, following the broken path you had led him in with. Your eyes peek up to look at Malleus but the dorm leader waits until the sound of footsteps is long gone before tilting your face up again and leaning down to press his lips against yours in another rough and dominating kiss.

Hands push you forward as your back collides with the huge tree in the clearing, Malleus making sure that the back of your head meets the bark gently as his lips never parted from yours. You wrap your arms around him as best as you could and let out an involuntary squeak when the fae decides to pick you up so that you could pull him in even closer.

He is the one to pull away first, hands firmly on your bottom as you wrap your legs around his waist to support yourself.

“Malleus--”

The fae presses another kiss to your lips, effectively silencing you so that all your attention would be on him.

“Don’t ever bring someone else into this place, child of man. Do I make myself clear? This place is our haven and I will not have someone else come steal both it and you away from me. Well, even if you don’t understand, I’ll make sure to explain it to you thoroughly. Now...kiss me again.”

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iiigris · 3 years

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how they hold you — atla hcs

↳ feat. Aang, Zuko, & Sokka

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A/N: So I had actually planned on posting these like,, five months ago or something but then I kinda forgot about them? Somehow?? And then I randomly got incentive to finish them after classes today?? Idk lol but anyhow here they are and I hope y’all enjoy!!

(P.S. If you want me to do a pt. 2 or have some cute hcs of your own, drop me an ask!! I’d love to hear any feedback!)

Summary: How these ATLA boys give hugs and cuddles! I think about those three things a lot. Mainly self-indulgent but I hope you enjoy them too!! :)

Warnings: much cute and softness hehe; ‘x reader’ implications ofc

Streaming: Heat Waves (slowed + reverb) - Glass Animals

[MASTERLIST]

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AANG

oh you guys, Aang... Aang is a gem

Pretty much down for hugs whenever and wherever

Had a bad day? A disappointment of some sort? Meeting up again after a long time (or even just a few hours but want one anyway)? Boy’s gotchu!!

He gives great hugs too btw

Def the type to run to you and throw his arms around your neck as a greeting

ESPECIALLY if he particularly missed you. “Y/N!! You’re back!! Hi!!”

However,, any other time he’ll let you put your arms over his shoulders and he’ll tuck his arms snugly underneath yours and around your waist, and lean his head against yours

I imagine Aang’s hugs to be like, really soft and comfy, but he also hugs you just tight enough so you’ll smile? Y’know??

Probably won't be the one to let go first unless he’s been wanting to show you a thing he found or learned. “Oh yeah! C’mere, I wanna show you this!”

He will let go as soon as you start to tho bc he doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable in any way

Also will rub circles on your back to calm you down if you’re upset or sad 🥺

Probably also the kind of person to slide his hands down your arms and grab your hands after hugging you, like he just doesn't really wanna let go yet

As for cuddles? :D

Honestly I think he’d be super giggly about cuddling for the first like. long while.

maybe even all the time sjfnvjgkkb

Like it takes him a while to get used to it even tho he literally hugs you all the time?? So like nervous giggles at first for sure

After that tho when he knows that you’re totally comfortable w him being close with you and he’s used to it, it’s more like happy giggles

Like he’ll just tuck his chin over your shoulder and do his lil laugh quietly dhcbhcbvhb he’s so cUTE

Likes big spoon and little spoon both

Likes to cuddling facing you the best tho so he can see your cute face and your pretty smile

BLANKET BURRITOS OMG

if y’all have a blanket on you better be ready bc he WILL hold onto you and grab that blanket and roll over and over til you’re both cocooned in it and he will not let you go bc he loves it when you laugh like that and loves having you so close that he can feel your heartbeat

Will 100% let you fall asleep on him if you want

He’ll either gently move you to the bed after a while so you’re more comfortable, or he’ll do his very best to stay awake so he can keep an eye out for things that could potentially disturb you so he can get rid of them, but he’ll end up falling asleep too dhfbvhgh

Highly recommend Aang hugs/cuddles. Perfect for comfort or literally any other time ever

ZUKO

listen I’m sure we all know and agree on this, but lemme just say it again: Zuko is warm

Like if you’re gonna fall asleep cuddling him you better kick off those blankets

You don’t need them. Not with your human space heater around.

And listen here’s the thing: Zuko can regulate his body temperature right?? Which means he makes himself warm on purpose so he’ll get hugs

Right??? Perfect strategy!!

Honestly tho, super awkward about it at first

Like you’ll probably have to tell him you want a hug and he’ll be like oh- sure??

Very stiff the first several times. It’s more of like ‘you’re hugging him and he’s standing there awkwardly and he’s not really sure what to do with his arms so he gingerly pats you on the shoulder’ fhfnjgfjjb my poor boi

It doesn’t take him long tho. He figures out pretty quickly that he actually really likes it when you hug him

So he starts hugging you back

And THATS when he gets smart and is like oh, maybe it’s because I'm warm?

bc he’s not ignorant y’know; he’s noticed your ‘aa you’re so warm’ comments 😌

Anyways he’ll actually offer you hugs once he’s more used to them

He likes it when you wrap your arms around his waist, from the front or back

Hugging Zuko from the back dhcvnnvnb — PLS the first time you do that he’ll get so flustered shfbch and he’ll just freeze up

ANYWAYS

He likes you putting your arms around his waist but also really likes your arms over his shoulders, bc then his arms can be around your waist and he can hold you better that way

Also please ruffle his hair. Or just slide your fingers through it right before the hug ends, PLEASE. 🥺🥺🥺

he will melt I promise

If you two are alone and you're hugging him and you mess with his hair a little he will physically relax and probably will drop his face to your neck

Don’t even try to apologize either. “No, it’s fine.... It’s it’s nice.”

When you’re not alone and you wanna hug him he’ll try to act all nonchalant about it, like it’s no big deal. Like sure, you can hug him. He doesn’t really care.

But he does lol internally he’s kinda freaking out

Speaking of internally freaking out, that brings me to ✨CUDDLING✨

Like I said before, he is so. warm.

And like he normally gets butterflies being around you and cuddling with you is no exception, but if you’re cuddling and you get super relaxed and tell him he’s super warm and that you’re comfortable?

He’ll get even warmer dnhfjdf boi doesn’t know what to say to that and he kinda combusts a little inside

But he’s very very happy

Usually he’s the big spoon, but he also really likes being the little spoon, even tho he’ll never say it or ask

Also really enjoys it when you lay on top of him, either chest to chest or chest to back

He’ll rest his cheek against your head and breathe in the scent of your shampoo, rubbing your back/tummy softly (depending on how you’re laying)

If you fall asleep laying with him, at first he’s gonna panic and wouldn’t really know what to do

But he’ll keep you there and press a kiss to your forehead

SOKKA

I WANT TO HUG HIM SO BAD !!! >:| UGH SILLY BOY COME HERE I WANT TO LOVE YOU

sigh. anyways-

Sokka, he’s not too sure about the whole hugs thing at first

You’ll hug him and he’ll just try and blow it off, “yeah yeah yeah, okay, thanks.” pats your shoulder a couple times and releases you

He’ll get used to it, don’t worry.

He’ll get used to it quickly.

Once he realizes you’re not gonna quit hugging him, he’ll suddenly be all for it

Honesltyy he went from 0 to 100 dcnhkjhdfks he’ll want to hug you all the time

“C’monnn y/n where’s my hug? Huh?”

He’ll come up behind you while you're doing something, slip his arms around you, put his chin on your shoulder, and he will not be leaving

“Sokka I need to move my arm—” “No you don't. Not til you say hello properly.”

PLS once he gets used to you he will be so touchy

not only with hugs but like,, with everything

Grabs your hand to go run and show you something or out of excitement, uses your shoulder as an armrest (or your head if you’re way shorter than him hfvbfjhdb), puts a hand on your shoulder to steer you in another direction... et cetera

I dunno I feel like physical touch would be one of his primary love languages but maybe that’s just me projecting

anyways

Sokka is also warm; not as warm as Zuko, but warm!

Hugs you any and all ways: arms over, arms under, behind hugs, hugs where he traps your arms against your sides and squeezes you unnecessarily hard

He’ll scoop you up and throw you over his shoulder too djfnfhv

Sometimes just to show off that he can pick you up and spin you around without dropping you, but usually when he’s taking you somewhere you two can be alone

Then he’ll throw you onto the bed jdhchvh

Big spoon and little spoon, doesn’t really have a preference

When he’s big spooning he’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck and just,, immerse himself in your comforting presence

really likes chest to chest cuddles because then he can kiss your nose and steal kisses from you

also he seems like he’d kiss the back of your hand and your knuckles-

anyways

loves it when you gently press your forehead against his and tell him how much you love him

Definitely will be the one to fall asleep while cuddling lol tired boi 🥺

if, though, you happen to fall asleep before him, he’s not complaining

or moving

He might adjust himself so that you’re in a more comfortable position, but then he’ll settle right in and go to sleep too dkjhdgkj

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@bluebellhairpin I think we may have discussed me tagging you in this way back when I was originally gonna post it? Maybe? Either way here you go uwu

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kittydemon9000 · 3 years

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Okay so I was thinking about ToE and had ideas to add for my Not Today Destiny AU(tl:dr, Kai keeps Lloyd’s Green Ninja status secret from everyone and how canon is affected from there)

Also, before we get into it, because there was no Overlord messing with tech, THERE IS NO LOVE TRIANGLE! I am fully subscribed to the theory that the Overlord messed with it in order to split the team up, and it’s stupid that it worked. So no Love Triangle and no Jay Cole Fight. That’s important later.

ANYWAY, with Zane not dead they’d be a bit less desperate to go to the island, and without that incentive of keeping quiet they’d probably immediately go talk to Wu about this weird invite and the fact that other Elemental Masters existed.

Wu would fill them in, explain how Chen was definitely up to something, which has them all go in the first place, and Nya and Wu agree to stay behind to watch Lloyd and defend against Garmadon.

How does this exactly tie into this AU? Well, there were two extra letters sent, one to Kai and Lloyd respectively.

Lloyd’s letter explained how he was also being invited, and if he won he would be awarded some info about his mom. Lloyd knows the ninja would never let him go, so he opts to sneak there and then explain. Better to ask apologies than permission. But don’t worry, he left a note for Nya and Wu

Meanwhile, Kai’s explains how they have found knowledge of who the Green Ninja is, and if he wins he’ll get that info and can do whatever he wants with it.

These two are connected and also important later.

They go to the boat, Nya gets them some hidden trackers to be safe, Kai is secretly freaking out since “How the heck does Chen know???” and then Lloyd sneaks on too. Now, at first everyone just thinks Lloyd is just really short and keeps to himself. It’s not until they land and get to the main room that it finally clicks to Kai that it’s Lloyd when Chen points him out as the Master of Energy.

He of course, is very not happy that Lloyd is here and makes that very well known. The other ninja are equally unhappy while the rest of the EM’s are given a slight Moral Dilemma since yes they want to win, but that means there’s a chance of them fighting a literal child(it’s been….almost a year since they first met Lloyd so he’s about 10 right now).

Lloyd’s room is next to Kai’s, just on the other side so he still shares a balcony space with Skylor. Maybe one of the other EM’s finds Lloyd desperately looking for a Jade Blade and “accidentally” drops it so he can pass.

Later when Karlof is dropped through the floor more than a few cast a glance over to Lloyd, each silently dreading who will have to go against him. Nobody comments when Kai holds Lloyd close and if anyone saw Lloyd sneaking into Kai’s room that night, they didn’t say anything.

It’s that night when Lloyd explains why he came, which makes Kai panic even more. On one hand, he cannot let anyone else find out about Lloyd’s Destiny. But on the other….Lloyd could finally get answers for what happened to his mom unlike Kai who has no idea what happened to his parents

So yeah. Not a fun time.

But it only gets worse from there.

You see, at first each of the ninja let out a silent sigh of relief when they learned they wouldn’t have to fight Lloyd.

Wellllllllll since there’s no Love Triangle and no fighting between Cole and Jay, Chen has no reason to pit them against each other to further split up the ninja.

What he does instead? Changes things so instead it’s Kai vs Lloyd

Now, it’s plainly obvious to everyone that those two are very close, so they’re not looking froward to this next fight at all. Camille honestly isn’t sure if this is better or worse than if she had to go against him

At first, their fight is mostly a verbal one, trying to get the other to take the Jade Blade, with only the occasionally very wide shot to try and herd the other toward the Blade. At some point Kai ends up physically picking up Lloyd and trying to carry him over to the Jade Blade, yelling about how Lloyd has a chance to find his mom and he shouldn’t that up, but Lloyd is fighting him and immediately yells back that he doesn’t want to find her at the cost of his Big Brother and god if that isn’t a knife in the heart of the other EMs.

But Chen, being the bastard he is, decides this is boring because it’s going no where and release the bikes like canon, and then these two fight like a well oiled machine.

But ofc, we can’t have nice things and the arena starts falling apart.

And Kai….as much as he’s terrified of Lloyd’s Destiny, he even more terrified of loosing Lloyd.

So with a bright smile and a good luck wish, he jumps.

That night when Chen takes away their rooms as punishment, none of them can be mad. They don’t comment either when the remaining ninja drag two of the bunk beds together a curl up around Lloyd. Instead of splitting them apart, it only lets them know that Chen is not their friend. He sees all of this as a game, going as far as to lure a child here with promises of finding his mother and making him fight the family he has left.

This actually makes their Elemental Alliance work out better this time.

(Also this time Jay fought Ash, then Cole fought Camille(I’m also 99% sure the skating thing was just another attempt to split them up, so again it’s kinda useless here).

Meanwhile Kai does not have a fun time. Clouse is upset since 1) the plan was for Lloyd to be the one to loose, either by Kai winning or making Lloyd fall, since because he’s the green ninja he’s bound to be powerful and 2) because Skylor got attached to this stranger and Chen ordered him to make Kai useful to them. So now he’s trying to keep a very annoying, very loud prisoner while waiting from the Master of Mind to be captured so he can use those powers to make Kai more docile.

Unfortunately, a side affect of Kai being as loud and obnoxious as possible means he spends a lot of his time knocked out, so he has no idea how long he’s been stuck under or if any of his family are stuck under here too. At the very least he shares a wall with Karlof who tries his best to fill him in(when he learns who Kai was made to fight he also gets pretty pissed).

Later when they’re all dropped from the plane, all of them are quick to make sure Lloyd has a parachute. This time the objective is to a “Safe Zone,” but there’s only enough for four of them. However, the Safe Zones are, unsurprisingly, traps and there’s enough for everyone. Once you step in one, it descends, then vengestone cuffs fly out and trap the Master inside.

Skylor ends up finding Lloyd and offers to help him look for one. They end up talking and joking, Lloyd saying how Kai has an enormous crush on her and kept trying to impress her, but Lloyd thought she was good and would like Kai if they didn’t need to fight each other, which accidentally slams her with guilt.

Some how she ends up slipping, maybe by accidentally revealing how she knows the locations/number of traps and Lloyd realizes she’s the spy which crushes him. He tries to fight her but she just pushed him onto the trap.

Going to the small cult area below, the remaining EMs are brought together. They try their best to keep Lloyd protected but he’s brought to the front anyway. Lloyd asks if they even knew about his mom, to which Chen reminisces about a woman they meet a few years ago who was stealing from them and how they stole some of her things, but they were mostly worthless. They honestly have no idea where she is, which just makes Lloyd mad.

Mad these people tricked him. Mad these people had the audacity to pretend to know his mom. Mad these people made Kai sacrifice himself for him.

However, they weren’t lying About having met Misako. That’s actually how they found out about the whole “Lloyd Being The Green Ninja” thing

But anyway. Chen steals their powers, Skylor is having a moral dilemma, and they start getting ready to Make Trouble in the Noodle Factory

Only this time when they go to steal the staff, they now have to fight Kai.

Only this time for real.

This is the replacement for the Staff Scene. Because of his affect under the Staff Kai…..isn’t really there. Like, he’s just a blank puppet. There’s the tiniest amount of emotion, but his eyes look empty.

At some point the staff goes flying and it turns into a mental tug of war between Clouse commanding Kai and Lloyd and the others trying to get through to him. Lloyd is luckily able to get to Kai enough for him to smash the jewel, releasing the EM powers and the control on him. It gives him the worst headache though.

And from there, canon is mostly the same for a while. The whole time this has been going on Zane has been having dreams/nightmares about an Ice Dragon and finally makes the connection to unlock it. Skylor is still captured, Chen still escapes but now Clouse is still around, Pythor is captured, TIME FOR THE END

This time around, the EMs are able to follow Chen to their base of operations and have the final battle there. They fight, and even though they’re only partially Anacondrai, they’re still hard to fight.

Clouse tries to do the whole “Banish You To the Departed Realm” thing, but accidentally summons the Anacondrai Generals as well, who are very not happy over what these humans are doing.

And yeah. That’s what I got.

I might do more in depth posts for some of the other seasons, not sure. But feel free to ask or submit ideas of your own

#if you cant tell #ToE is my favorite season #but at the same time #i love to change it #Not Today Destiny #info dump #kai #kai smith #lloyd #lloyd garmadon #tournament of elements #ninjago #long post

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watchtower-feed · 4 years

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Death Do We Part (Part 4)

SSA Spin-off ✧ Jason Todd ✧ Physical Link ✧ 1 ✧ 2 ✧ 3 ✧ 4 ✧ 5 ✧ 6 ✧ 7 ✧ 8 ✧ 9 ✧ 10 ✧ 11 ✧ 12 ✧ 13 ✧ 14 ✧ 15 ✧ Notes: Hold out for the next part because I’m telling you it’s going to have the worst combination ever: smut and angst. Also, this is turning into a 6-8 part series and I feel like I’m running out of words. I might post fillers some days but this story will definitely be finished this month. Words: 2,700+

Your voice echoes in the cave and the only reply you get are their stares. You start laughing hysterically while looking around the room. “Is that what Robin really is? Someone so replaceable? You just find stray kids in Gotham and turn them into unknowing soldiers!”

You’re breathing through your mouth and you close it immediately. You walk up right to Bruce and glare up at his tall figure. “Jason died. As Robin. He was Robin. And he died because of you.”

Bruce doesn’t flinch. You keep staring at him, waiting for a reply. Then a thought hits you and your eyes widen. “This is why you don’t want him to know everything,” you’re whispering now and looking frantically at the ground, “If he finds out… Even with his memories, you’re afraid he’ll turn against you .”

Jason tosses and turns in his bed. He stares at the last words he wrote to you and the empty space where yours was hours ago. It’s true. He doesn’t know who you are. He doesn’t even remember who he is.

He grunts and sits up. He stares out the small window of his room. His cell. His prison. Ra’s and Talia told him he was free to go any time he wanted. What a cruel thing to say to someone who doesn’t know where he is. Not to mention wherever he is is surrounded by mounds and mounds of sand drifting endlessly with the harsh winds.

“Yeah,” he sighs to himself, “like hell.”

What does he even tell you? ‘Y/N, I think I’m in a desert somewhere. You have to look out for a secret base that’s heavily guarded by hundreds of assassins trained to maim intruders on sight.’ Knowing you for just a few hours, he already knows you would rush out and probably get yourself killed trying to save him. Then you’re both dead. Again.

“No thanks,” he jokes to himself. “Not again. Not for a looooong while this time.”

Jason suddenly grits his teeth and buries his face in his pillow, angry that he’s just talking to himself. But how can he talk to you now?

Sleep doesn’t come to Jason. The moment the sun peeks over the sands outside his window, there’s a knock on his door. Talia doesn’t wait for his answer.

“It’s time, Jason.”

She stands by the door. Jason grunts loudly and throws the blanket aside. He walks behind Talia as they enter the main chamber of the fortress.

When Jason last entered this chamber, there were hundreds of assassins clad in black just standing around, stiff and on alert. There was an old man seated on the floor in the middle in colorful garments of red and orange with some green accent. Jason almost laughed at how his mustache hung down the side of his face because of how long it was.

Now, though, all the humor has definitely left him. There’s only the old man sitting on the floor, Ra’s Al Ghul. Talia’s father. The leader of the League of Assassins. The deadliest secret army in the world. And they had asked Jason to join them.

“Have you made up your mind, young man?” Ra’s asks the moment Jason and Talia stood in front of him. Jason doesn’t answer and doesn’t look at him. Ra’s narrows his eyes at the boy and then glares at his daughter.

“Perhaps, father, some incentive will tip his decision toward the League.”

That definitely caught Jason’s attention, “What kind of incentive?”

“Information,” Talia smirks before she turns back to her father. “Knowing about his past will do no harm.”

Ra’s tightens his lips before nodding. Talia sits down and waits for Jason to do the same.

“What do you want to know first?” she asks.

Jason mulls it over. What does he want to know first? Should he ask about you? Do they know about your link? How much do they actually know about him really? Should he just go for the painfully obvious?

“How did I die?”

Talia smiles as if it was the right question to ask. “You were murdered. You were with your mother,” Jason flinches, “Trapped in a warehouse that was rigged to explode the moment a vigilante called Batman arrived near the perimeter.”

Jason’s eyes widen and Talia stops talking. This is definitely too much information. And not enough information at the same time. Why isn’t she saying anymore?

“Did the Batman rig the explosion?” he finally asks.

Talia raises an eyebrow, “Him? No. The man who killed you is a madman who murders for no reason. The Joker.” She pauses while Jason takes it in. “Batman,” Talia says the alias with softness, “he was trying to save you. The Joker has always been a thorn in Batman’s side and a menace to Gotham-- that’s where you’re from. He’s always trying to push Batman to his limits, trying to find a way to get him to defy his most-honored code: no killing.”

Ra’s makes a small sound, somewhere between a sigh and a grunt. Talia continues, much gentler this time, placing a hand on Jason’s leg, “He used your death for the same cause.”

“I don’t understand,” Jason is frustrated, “why me?”

Ra’s speaks up, “You’re Batman’s partner. You were also his adopted son. Bruce Wayne’s adopted son.”

Jason’s eyes widen. He shifts his eyes between the two of them, wondering if they’re lying. From everything you have told him, he knows that his parents both left him and he chose to live on the streets. Now Jason understands why you never told him anything beyond that. It’s too close to this. It’s the cause of everything.

“These names may not mean anything to you now, but once your memories return, you’ll know.”

“And did he?” Jason’s voice raises their curious glances. “Did he kill the Joker?”

“No,” Talia answers him, her eyes narrow as she stares into the distance behind him, “No, my dear. It’s clear that his code is the single most important thing to him. Over anyone.”

Jason clenches his fists. “I’ll do it. I’m in.”

✧ ✧ ✧

You wake up in your new room from someone knocking. You groan and bury your face deeper into the pillow. Your body feels heavy and fatigued even though all you’ve done for the past couple of days is sleep. Ever since your confrontation in the cave, you have less hope of making Jason cooperate and lesser will to help Bruce in his search.

The knocking continues. Louder this time and more incessant than all the other times. You want to stomp to the door and yell at Alfred but none of this is his fault. It’s all Bruce. If he hadn’t adopted Jason, the two of you would be working right now, living paycheck to paycheck, in a studio apartment, maybe with a dog. At most you would be together.

You hear a key jamming into the lock and you shoot up right away. You run to the tall window and hurry it open. When you’re holding the frames and getting ready to climb out, a familiar voice chuckles behind you.

You turn to Dick, standing by the doorway, amused. “Breaking your legs might get Jason to start talking to you again. Sure.”

You glare at him and then smile. You step away from the window frame and run to him. He catches you in his arms and hugs you. “You were gone too long!”

Ever since your fight with Bruce, Dick has been the only one who’s upfront with you with everything. He kept you company whenever you felt lonely and he would update you with everything that’s going on with the search for Jason. But two days ago he left to take care of something in Bludhaven.

“Next time, please take me with you. I don’t think I can lock myself in this room any longer.” Dick frowns and then turns his head to the side, avoiding your gaze and biting his lip. You narrow your eyes and sigh, “You’re leaving again, aren’t you?”

“The Titans need me. I’ll be gone for a month, at most.”

“A month!?”

“I’ll call you every chance I get, okay?” Dick chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. Then he stops and looks at you with a serious expression, “But you know, you should really start talking to Bruce again.”

You suddenly feel betrayed, “I have nothing to say to him.”

But Dick was having none of this today. Your sulking attitude has been going on for days and it’s not helping anyone. “If not to him, then do it for Jason. Tell him about Jason, about the things you might be feeling that can help find him.”

His words just make you angrier. He sighs and pats your head. “You know he blames himself, right? For everything. He’s hurting too.” Your resolve is weakening because Dick’s voice is turning into a whisper, “He loves Jason, too. We all do.”

He tries to look at you while you look at the ground. Finally, you return his gaze. “So I’m asking you. As a favor for me. Stop hiding in Jason’s room and go help Bruce.”

You don’t. But you do stop locking yourself in Jason’s room. It turns out that the manor is empty most of the time. Sometimes you’d find Alfred in the living room or one of the many studies every now and then and talk to him. He smiles every time you strike up a conversation.

You’re surprised to hear he knows so much about you and your family. Then a little sad when you find out why.

“Would it make you feel better to know that a lot of people attended?”

You shake your head, “Did my… did my parents cry?”

“Your mother was always trying to hold back her tears and your father cried when he and master Bruce buried your caskets.”

Your eyes quickly water and you have to look away from Alfred to rub them harshly.

“Ah, Master Tim, you’re back.”

“Yeah I was--” Tim stops the moment he notices you. You try to make yourself small and look away, stubbornly ignoring your tears, hoping he won’t notice. “Oh sorry.” It’s the first time you’ve seen Tim again since finding out he’s the new Robin. In civilian clothing, he really does look nothing like Jason.

He may be close to Jason’s height when you last saw him but Tim’s limbs look longer because of how slender he is. You wonder if he can actually hold his own in a fight. Can he protect himself?

Tim turns to leave, “I’ll just--”

“No, wait,” your voice surprises Tim, Alfred, and yourself. “I’m… sorry.” You rub the back of your neck but continue to avoid looking at him, “None of this is your fault. It doesn’t even have anything to do with you.”

Tim gives you an uncertain smile and chuckles a little, “Thanks? I guess.”

You don’t reply because you just feel embarrassed. That was a stupid and resentful thing to say.

“Oh hey,” Tim walks up to you while pulling out his phone. “We were checking out the surveillance at the graveyard and thought maybe you would want to see this.” He shows you a video of your friends visiting your gravestone. At first, it looks like one of them is crying and then someone hugs them. Quickly, unexpectedly, it turns into an intense makeout session over your grave which makes you cringe.

“You have a messed up sense of humor, don’t you?”

Tim places a hand on his hip and smirks, “Comes with the job. Pretty much a requirement if you want to work with the fairy godmother of Gotham.”

And just like that, you find that you don’t mind Tim so much. He’s not Jason but he can be your friend. You can definitely go to him to badmouth Batman once in a while. He seems to be good at that.

Then Tim sees the thin slash appear on your cheek before you even feel it. It shocks Alfred onto his feet as well. “Y/N, your cheek!”

Tim runs out of the room to get the first aid kit while Alfred asks you a barrage of questions. “Are you okay? Does it hurt? Is it master Jason?”

Slowly, you touch your cheek and feel the sting of an open wound. Your fingers are smeared with blood. “I don’t know…” you whisper in a panic.

Tim comes back and immediately dabs it with a gauze. “It’s not deep. But it’s definitely a clean cut. A bullet or a sword.”

Neither of those possibilities makes you feel better at all. You immediately take out the pen Alfred gave you on your first night.

Jason are you okay? Are you in trouble? Are you hurt?

The three of you wait for his reply, standing in a circle with your arm in the middle. After several minutes, Tim narrows his eyes and gives up. He goes through the first aid kit and takes out some antiseptic and a smaller gauze.

You let him tend to your wound but you never take your eyes off of your arm. Alfred finally sighs, dejected, and closes his eyes. He holds the back of his chair for support before heading for the door. “I’ll inform Master Bruce. Please tell us right away if there’s news.”

“You should go, too,” you mutter loud enough for Tim to hear.

He looks at you for a second but you’re still staring intently at the clear skin on your arm, waiting. Tim finally turns to go and closes the door behind him. You stand there for hours. You can see the sun’s rays dimming behind you.

Finally, Alfred returns. He looks upset the moment he sees you. He sighs and calls you for dinner. You shake your head and turn away so you don’t have to see him.

When he closes the door you immediately remember Dick. He’ll probably tell him what happened, how you’ve gone back to making no progress at all. Why are they obsessed with helping you anyway? They should be more concerned with Jason right now. Like you are.

Did it hurt?

The words are clear even in the partial darkness and your hands shake as you immediately reply.

No. I didn’t feel it. Are you okay? What happened?

You finally sit down slowly as you watch more writing appear on your arm, making you relieved.

Just some exercise. Got a bit careless. I’m okay.

It’s the most Jason has ever written to you, the most he’s been civil and sympathetic since you came back to life. You hope he doesn’t stop writing.

By the way, I found out about how we died.

You gulp immediately. Your pen is hovering over your arm when his next words arrive.

I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have had to go through that. How come you didn’t tell me?

You’re angry again and tears are pouring down your cheeks.

No, Jason. It’s not your fault. It’s not! I didn’t tell you because I knew you were going to blame yourself and

And? And what? Bruce told you not to tell him? Because he would never come home? You bite your lips.

reminding you of who you are is more important than that.

You cringe as you write it. It’s true but you also know you’re using it as a lie to cover up the truth. You quickly write something again before he does.

I would die ten more times for you. If it means we can finally be together.

Jason laughs and a small blush is growing rapidly along his cheeks. He finds your tenacity amusing.

Have you always been this sappy? Did I write corny shit like that back to you?

You almost scoff at his reply. It’s nice to see that his personality still hasn’t changed. You smirk and look at the small writing Dick had done on your other arm, the arm you and Jason don’t write on because of the last thing he wrote. You circle it and write beside it.

Like this?

You feel a little smug but then there’s a long pause and then his writing.

Did I write that just before we died?

You bite your lips and rest your head against the back of the chair. You pinch yourself twice. You still know how each blow felt like and sometimes your muscles would spasm when you see it in your head. The moving room. The floor meeting your face. That crowbar that you now know was used to beat up Jason.

You can still feel the sudden sucking air before the huge blast knocks your body away and the loss of all feeling before you even hit the ground. You lost your consciousness mid-air. You wonder if it was because of the strength of the blast or the sensitivity of your link, but from what Dick had told you, your body was thrown against the wall by an invisible force.

You hug yourself and watch new writing appear.

Did it hurt?

You lay your head to the side. Exhausted from this conversation. Already tired of this second life.

Jason, please. Come home.

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Success Story: Aileen Lost 79 lbs!

Aileen S. Age: 45 Starting Weight: 234 Weight now: 155

What was the transforming point that encouraged your way of living change?

In 2008, I lost about 70 pounds, yet I never really reached my target weight. Over the following few years, I continuously returned on even more than fifty percent of that weight. I was miserable with myself and my capacity to do things with my youngsters and good friends, like jump on a trampoline or go clothes shopping. In the summertime of 2012, we went on vacation as well as I despised seeing myself in images. I had a now-or-never minute and determined that if I wished to be delighted, I required to start doing points for myself as well as develop my own joy.

People wish to know just how I did it, as well as the response is I believed. I believed in me. If I was mosting likely to more than happy in my life and also with my body, I needed to do it myself. Between August 16, 2012 and January 16, 2013, I shed 44 extra pounds and also strike my target weight. I had shed 79 extra pounds from my all-time, non-pregnant high. Why? Because I started to believe and insist that I could reach my goal.

How did MyFoodDiary help in your weight reduction journey?

Writing down what I eat is a crucial and non-negotiable part of achieving as well as maintaining a healthy weight for me. I recognize some professionals say not to compose it down because "calories are not all developed equally." There might be some reality because, yet I understand that for me, meaningless psychological eating is probably my number one source of weight gain. I also think that at the end of the day, it is the straightforward math of "calories in vs. calories out" that regulations my body. I do not constantly have a "journal" with me, neither my computer. To have an online journal that is always available as well as upgraded with every one of the information I require, that is doing the math for me and also tracking exercise, dietary values, and also water consumption, is just crucial.

Now that I have been at my objective weight for over 2 years, I often avoid daily journaling. Yet as quickly as I start to feel myself creeping away from my target weight, the initial point I go back to is MyFoodDiary as well as day-to-day journaling. It's not almost being liable. I like to check out patterns as well as recognize things like, what typical day-to-day calorie intake assists me maintain my weight? Lose weight? And also what does my ordinary nutritional account REALLY resemble? MyFoodDiary is my facilities for a healthy and balanced way of life and also my safety blanket.

Describe your new, healthy lifestyle?

Even though I have actually kept my goal weight for over 2 years, I still require to verify to myself daily that I can do this, that this is real. This is my thought cycle: I think that I am a solid as well as healthy and balanced individual, as a result I act in this way. It has actually become my fact. I consume alcohol water rather than other beverages. I try to include vegetables right into my diet regimen wherever I can, particularly right into healthy smoothies. Generally, I attempt to decrease refined carbohydrates and processed foods as well as chemicals. I'm additionally aware that attacks, licks as well as preferences have calories and also build up quick! I sometimes avoid daily journaling but MyFoodDiary is constantly the very first point I return to if I really feel like I have actually not been focusing on my nourishment and also daily calories. There is no suggesting with the numbers before me in black and white.

I include some form of movement into every day. Some days I do cardio, stamina, and also extending workout at the health club. Some days I'm exercising on a post, hammock or hoop in the airborne studio where I teach and also train. Some days I simply do cartwheels or yoga exercise obstacles, or park at the far end of the great deal. Every single day I assume regarding moving my body. It is not a duty, it is a privilege.

What has actually been your largest difficulty in the process, and also exactly how have you conquer it?

There are two challenges that I have always allowed to dictate my level of activity as well as capability to be healthy: my five children as well as my poor joints.

It is very easy to allow my youngsters's needs and hectic timetables come before my own, and for years I did just that. I was showing them that my requirements come last, including my health and also joy. Currently they see a mom that relocates as well as enjoys it. I have determined, regardless of exactly how busy my day is, I FIT exercise into it. A critical part of raising my kids is revealing them that I matter too, as they will when they come to be adults and parents.

Also, I do not have excellent joints, most significantly my back as well as knees. I've had numerous knee as well as back surgeries because I was 12 years of ages. My last orthopedist, seeing my x-rays for the first time, looked at me warily as well as stated, "You do understand that you have seriously progressed osteoarthritis, right?" I ensured him I knew that. He described that there was absolutely nothing left to be provided for my knee except to await points to weaken to the factor of replacement. What triggers me one of the most joint discomfort are poor diet, lack of activity, and bring additional weight, so I am simply made with those things. I value the limitations of my joints, as well as train carefully. I continue to educate, relocate, and also dance. Because when I quit moving, I'm done. As well as I'm not done.

What is one brand-new healthy and balanced food, behavior, or task you really did not expect to like, once you attempted it, you were hooked?

In February of 2013, having actually simply reached my objective weight, I mosted likely to a post physical fitness course at Upright Addiction in Stamford CT, assuming I would certainly rotate around looking elegant. Rather, it was hard, as in beyond-my-abilities hard.

Most of my childhood years I was an affordable gymnast, and also many of my life I have actually been a professional dancer. What I saw because class inspired me: women of every age, body form and history, who looked solid as well as graceful. I felt totally awkward and also incapable, however the other women appeared truly certain that I might do it also. I returned to attempt once again. Today, I am a qualified pole health and fitness as well as FlyGym trainer and I show 3 to 6 classes each week. I additionally complete in local competitions as well as have actually obtained bronze, silver, and also gold medals in my age in levels 1 and also 2. Pole and airborne arts are my trifecta of fitness: a challenging full-body workout of toughness and also cardio, lovely and stylish and also never the same, and remarkable ladies of every age as well as capacity coming together to support and also support for each other.

What has actually been the biggest benefit of your weight-loss success?

It is so much enjoyable to shop, put on enjoyable garments, as well as also use bikinis with confidence. It feels good daily to relocate my body as well as feel strong as well as healthy. But by much my biggest incentive is getting in touch with other ladies and assisting to show them that they can attain their health and wellness objectives also.

For years I informed myself "I can not" and I thought it. I saw various other females experience success and also I had a list of reasons she could do it - no children, under 40, had much less to shed, full time athlete or star - and I can not. I am done with that mentality, and with justifications. Females attract inspiration from me due to the fact that I don't have any type of magic bullet or simple excuses. I made a decision to do the job, and also so can various other females. Hearing that I helped motivate another person's success, despite exactly how small, is by far my favorite part of this journey.

What's next? Any type of upcoming plans that were influenced by your weight loss?

My big strategies are to keep going! I will continue contending, sharing, and training pole health and fitness as well as dance, and also aerial arts. I look forward to summer and spending quality time in the water and also sun with my family and friends. I hope to obtain hectic on my blog and also making even more entrances that will certainly share my trials and also successes. I want to get individuals speaking about attaching their wellness and also joy and accomplishing their objectives. I have one boy leaving for university and also 4 kids still in the house, so the most significant part of my life is elevating them and also helping them produce delighted, healthy and balanced lives that include discovering workout that they love.

What is your finest recommendations for others attempting to lose weight?

I state begin NOW. Do a minimum of one point today that you will certainly take pride in tonight. Exactly how often do we go to sleep stating our failures and also negative selections? I recognize there is a long listing of great, also impressive, things you do daily as well as never ever think around. Undoubtedly there are additionally practices as well as actions that make you feel severely, however you never ever truly believe about them, you simply engage in them. So undergo the day looking for possibilities to choose you will certainly boast of!

It does not matter if these opportunities are little. Due to the fact that if you are anything like me, it is the build-up of these little, mindless habits that are making you really feel beat. If rather you go to bed reminding yourself how you actively made one much better choice for yourself, after that you are going to bed with a positive thought. That will change whatever, because things you inform on your own are one of the most powerful things you listen to. Really feeling terribly regarding on your own is difficult work. Making favorable modifications daily is effort. Select your difficult work.

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ganymedesclock · 4 years

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Dead Cells and the weight of small lives pt.2 (NPCs, the dead and alive)

Continuing from part 1, now that I’m refreshed, rested, and ready to continue this monster post. I finished off last post talking a bit about the way Prisoner acts onto NPCs and interact-able bodies, so this chunk is picking up with that in earnest.

Here is the thing. If you punt the corpse of an executed prisoner, that’s generally a dick move, so this is another place I feel like I can understand why people might get the takeaway Prisoner is kind of a jerk. But I feel like it’s worth examining, in detail, the kind of interactions he has.

The mechanics of Dead Cells are very focused on scavenging, looting, and a limited amount of buying your way forwards- and, spoken as someone starting to dip my toesies in the higher Stem Cell counts- thus, more difficult runs- any random encounter you can get items from is a godsend.

It’s also where you get a lot of the lore of the game, in random events- some of which will show up in multiple areas, others unique- that tell you about the world.

It’s in these interactions, mainly, that I see Prisoner characterized as a fairly compassionate guy with a morbid sense of humor, and I struggle to see him as a total uncaring asshole. To gloss over a large number of interactions, here’s some common threads:

Prisoner is fairly flippant about death / used to seeing corpses. He will also sometimes kick the bodies with his bare feet to make them drop items, which, as a fairly tactile sensitive person, the thought makes my soul depart my body. Kicked bodies are seldom visibly disturbed from their position by this, though they do drop items.

He is not opposed to looting said corpses / prying useful items out of their hands, though he may comment on riffling through someone’s stuff being a social no-no while doing so.

At the same time, he far more often uses “personlike” language rather than “objectlike” language to describe the bodies (“this guy” “her” “him” “population”) with the main exception being interacting with a bloated, waterlogged corpse.

You can virtually always examine a lot more than what has money or weapons and Prisoner will have salient thoughts about it suggesting he is proving keenly observant and not specifically looking for loot and ignoring all else.

From here, I’ll go into several incidents I think are pretty noteworthy.

A fair warning that these are quite morbid and discuss/depict the kinds of things people do when everything is falling apart and people are dying all around them, so, not exactly gentle reading.

1. The Flower Loving Prisoner

This is a fairly common encounter you can find in the Prisoners’ Quarters and Promenade, possibly other places. It is a small cell, with several points of interest, mostly being the large number of potted flowers and the small window. Poking around will have Prisoner note that the flowers “have been a bit underwatered recently” and that the fabric of the mattress was torn up and used elsewhere.

Specifically, for a noose- the person occupying this cell hung himself, and his corpse is holding a single flower in its hands.

For the room, Prisoner remarks “looks like this guy loved flowers.” For the body itself,

“Guess he wanted to choose the time of his death. He’s holding a faded flower between his fingers. A moment of silence… NAH! I’ve got better things to do!”

The “nah” is punctuated by him kicking the body, causing it to drop a necklace- but not the flower it’s holding.

So here’s the thing. This is a flippant action. At surface pass, Prisoner is disrespecting this person who is characterized by growing flowers in a prison- and holding onto this small thing of beauty, even in death.

The thing is though, someone who doesn’t care at all wouldn’t, of their own accord, independently air the idea they should have a “moment of silence” for this person, even to veto it a second later. Nobody is here to see or care what Prisoner is doing.

Also to someone who doesn’t care at all, the entire rest of the room would be of no interest; it would be trivial that flowers were important to a dead person.

So this creates an interesting duality. On one hand: Prisoner very clearly doesn’t care much about bodies. This is a repeated pattern. The main time he’s particularly shocked by corpses is when they were someone who was alive the last time he checked (as is the case of the Tutorial Knight). He has a calculated angle and he’s interested in what he can get from them and how it can prevent him from dying, again.

On the other hand... Prisoner equally clearly cares about people. He thinks a lot about what people wanted, felt, what choices they made. He shows a lot of interpersonal intelligence and even to people who he has every reason to not listen to, his responses tend thoughtful and he socks this information away as important in a context where he is, by necessity, otherwise rigidly focused on survival. He hates the King, but will also talk thoughtfully about the way the royals of the island lived.

And of the two elements in this juxtaposition, while survivalism and gallows humor are clearly strong threads in him... it’s clear the caring part is the larger factor of the two. It persists, while his cheerful morbidity sometimes just utterly fails.

2. The Stilt Village family

In the fishing hamlet, you can find a small house featuring a hanged woman. A letter by her feet, that the Prisoner notes are probably her last words, reads:

“The Malaise won’t get us. I’ll protect you… I’ll protect you.”

The Prisoner, our usually quite chatty protagonist, has almost nothing to say here. The closest he gets is, on examining the woman’s body, notes she “opted for the fast method” and aforementioned observation that the note is her last words.

There is also a bed in the room. Two sets of small feet poke out from under the blankets. If you examine it, Prisoner only says “throats slit.” and nothing more.

There is nothing in the room to loot, no jokes made, and the overall attitude is deeply, crushingly somber. There are closed drawers, but there’s no prompt to go through them.

If Prisoner didn’t care, this would just be more of the same, what’s three more bodies, right? But it’s clear that he isn’t just idly curious about the way people live and what they thought and felt- he has a certain amount of compassion, so that faintly nauseous feeling we get as we creep through this room is probably simpatico with our protagonist.

These people are strangers. He never knew them. They’re villagers of a fishing hamlet that was a hotbed of rebellion, and disrespectful of the king; they are small lives. They are “irrelevant people”. Mechanically, you have no gameplay incentive to stand here and look around.

But it’s clear this encounter affects Prisoner a lot emotionally. He doesn’t know who these people were, never met these kids or their presumed mother- but it’s clear he didn’t want this to have happened to them.

In particular Prisoner seems to be disquieted by young corpses any time he finds them; the closest he comes to joking is finding the executed body that he notes is “either a dwarf, or... no more than seven or eight years old. ...Let’s... say she’s a dwarf.”

Another half-joke, also in the Stilt Village, is he finds a desperate letter to the Alchemist, written by villagers pledging their bodies to his research and begging him to save them. Prisoner notes that it’s partially damaged by water and hard to read, and then frankly follows with “I don’t think I want to understand what I read.”

This is worth noting, in particular, because we find a lot of the Alchemist’s grimoires, and he mentions his “volunteers” often- the kind of things that happen to them in particular tend to be fatal. One setup in High Peak Castle notes that those exposed to the experimental cure became twisted half-plant beings, and then as a near afterthought, notes “the subject failed to survive.”

So Prisoner- who’s just trying to save his own hide at best- is pretty strongly depicted as more upset at what happened to the villagers than the Alchemist who was trying to work on a cure. This is significant, when we happen to know said Alchemist becomes the Collector, who basically spends the entire game using Prisoner to harvest resources from corpses (the titular Cells) in exchange for better equipment. The Collector also makes it quite clear from the start he knows who Prisoner is, but is not interested in disclosing this information.

(And, if you, like me, don’t think Prisoner is the same person as the King given the wild discrepancy of personality and other evidence- when he finally does “fess up” it’s in the form of lying to Prisoner’s face)

3. Moments of anger

This is actually not one moment but several. Part of what Dead Cells does with its dialogue is convey tone and intensity by changing colors. Most text comes in blue boxes- when it’s lit in red, it’s almost always for emphasis. Especially if the textbox shakes slightly and the text scrolls faster than usual, giving it a sense of slamming into place on the screen.

In several areas- the Promenade or the Ramparts- you can find a setup of “live target training” in which a human prisoner was chained to a post, and then shot at by archers. This is at first perhaps a bit morbidly funny, given the wall behind the prisoner is littered with arrows- but, overall, it’s just dark.

In particular, a single arrow has struck the shackled prisoner. When Prisoner observes this, he notes “Only one arrow hit the target.”

Then, in shaking red text, “Right in the head.”

He then turns and faces the empty stand where the guard stood, and flashes a thumbs-up that I struggle to read as not rather scathing in its condemnation. Again- to someone who doesn’t care or thinks of this as funny, that kind of emphasis doesn’t make sense.

But even some things he says calmly seem to suggest Prisoner’s pretty angry about the whole situation- sometimes, upon finding a large gallows section, it will have an order pinned to it:

By order of the King, all persons presenting behavioural disorders or noticeable deteriorations in their appearance... shall be imprisoned, and hanged by the neck until dead. ...(If the prison doctor confirms the diagnosis of infection.)

There is a distinct beat before the last line is read, and then Prisoner’s commentary ensues:

“Glad they added that. For a second there I really thought we were talking about genocide.”

He also at one point responds to a desecrated statue of the King, defaced with “We’ll skin you alive!” by calling it a “brave and courageous statement,” and seems mildly impressed that someone peed on a royal order in the Stilt Village relatively high up. Besides that, a lot of the area flavor text talks about the abuses of the guards, and in particular in High Peak Castle, it’s noted the royal guard were pulled back into the castle when the rest of the island needed them.

In a way, the way that Prisoner uses humor often trivializes his own anger, which again, ties back to what I said in part 1: everything the game says about small lives- about the “irrelevant little people” that suffered in the wake of the plague emphasizes that Prisoner’s perspective is that he is one of those little people. In the sewers, examining a strange cocoon, Prisoner seems to have a full-on crisis about what he is and why he’s here before interrupting himself with a joke.

Someone who thinks they are important and is used to demanding others’ attention and validation doesn’t treat their own genuine anger and revulsion like it’s something to shrug off.

#Dead Cells #The weight of small lives #readmore #death mention

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Ahem let's try this again - 14, 23, 27, and 43!

Yes thank you for these!💕💕 And also for these: I think you've answered all the questions already - so I'm gonna come up with some of my own! What's one non-Brio pairing that you'd love to write? What's one fic you'd love to write but know you won't? What's one fun fact about any of your fics? What's one non-Brio pairing that you'd love to write? Okay, so yesterday I woke up in this ongoing dream where Rio and Joan Holloway were dating in Mad Men AU and I can’t shake that pairing off (and, y’know, the last time something like this happened I wrote Beth/Turner). So there’s a chance that I might write that one in the near-ish future. While I don’t think I will write a main pairing not involving either Beth or Rio, there’s a few side-pairings I might write into fics someday. Like I’d like to write Annie/Amber because that sounds like all the fun and drama. Another one, for a very non-outlined, non-existent ISYTT follow up is Marcus/Emma, even though it’s again about Jane. What's one fic you'd love to write but know you won't? When we all did the Fake Title Meme, I got this one from @foxmagpie I think. And while I still like the set-up, I’m not really into writing teens. But then again, every time I tell myself I won’t write something, I end up doing it anyway at one point. It’s a pretty good incentive actually. But I don’t see it happening soon-ish, because I already have a lot of WIPs.

Never is a Promise Beth and Rio met in their teens/early twenties at a holiday or summer camp - Rio’s single and Beth and Dean are on a break. When they parted they’d told each other they’d keep in touch, but all kinds of circumstances prevent them from following up on that. Years later, when Beth’s divorced, she finds a stack of letters Rio wrote her in the garage, that Dean managed to hide from her. His final letter says something like ‘Never is a promise, and I’ll always be waiting for you’, and Beth sets out to find Rio again.

What's one fun fact about any of your fics? I’ll give a few about some: - Before I wrote Ain’t No Sunshine, I was telling myself I couldn’t really do angst and kink, and then I got the idea of writing that pairing and I did exactly that. - I really thought I See Your True Technicolors was going to be this fun weird thing nobody would read but the prompter, and hopefully at least they’d be happy with the result. Now that blew up! - Originally I intended for The Girlfriend Experience to be a full Pretty Woman AU, but it ended up being a wildly different story. There’s still a few bits and pieces in it, like the shopping scene (even if that’s a Rio POV, I was kicking myself over that so much!!) and the assault scene (I really played that down in the fic compared to the movie), and the price negotiation was a little inspired by the movie, but even more by the Rio/Beth negotiation over Eddie.

ACTUAL QUESTIONS from the list under the cut:

14. Do you have a personal word minimum that you hold yourself too? Why or why not?

No, absolutely not. I do like chapters being roughly the same length, but I don’t mind if it’s under 2k off (my chapters are usually on the longer side, so it’s not that much in comparison). Since I don’t outline every single scene, it’s never a dead given how many words will make up a scene or a fic for me. For the Reality Tv AU I’m starting to write I think I will aim for chapters to be around 4-5K, just because I personally like reading (at least) that length. When I read other people’s fic who post like 2K chapters a week, I can easily skip 2-3 weeks just to read more in one go. So I would like to give an audience the amount I would like to read. 23. What’s your absolute favorite trope to write? LIKE YOU DON’T ALREADY KNOW THE ANSWER TO THIS LAUREN!! It’s obviously fake-dating. It’s my all-time favorite trope ever. I love to write it, and to read it. There’s just so much space for comedy, yearning, UST, bed-sharing, banter. It’s got potential for everything I love. 27. Do you like to give your readers some warning of what might be coming or just slap them in the face with content at random? I do warn in the tags for future events I think might trigger someone (and also ask people to tell me if they feel like I didn’t do that enough). But I don’t tease a twist or something in my Author’s Notes. Especially for a fic like The Girlfriend Experience, I was very deliberately choosing my tags to still warn, but not give away the twist in that fic. I don’t think the impact would come across if I already teased it beforehand. 43. Talk about a positive experience with fanfiction or the fanfiction community that you will always remember.

Back in the days, like between 2005 – 2010, I was a member of a very close-nit (like 15 people) Harry Potter RPG forum. I had been involved with fandoms before, but I was super young and most people in those fandoms were 25-35 back then. And I never really had an opportunity to really make friends online, I was like orbiting around them, sometimes making some Ava’s or other artwork. But on that board we were all between like 14-18, and it’s the first time we didn’t just bond over the fandom, but also wrote together and created. This was MSN Messenger time, so we were in a group chat, but also discussed creatively which storyline we were going to play out, in between bonding over typical teen troubles and just our personal life. We mostly wrote our RPG, but we also started writing fanfic. And it was a super helpful and kind experience, because we knew each other so well that everyone could point out both good and bad parts about the fic, without there being hard feelings.

When we got older and went our own ways the forum died down. We had a brief revival, but the RPG is officially dead (the board that hosted the site is completely gone), but I still keep in touch with a few members on the board from time to time. It’s pretty fun to see what the people are doing in their real life now that you met fifteen years ago on a HP board. The GG fandom hasn’t even existed that long, and I haven’t been a part of it for even half of it. But hopefully I can feel a similar way about this one if it comes to an end.

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How to Stick to Hobbies

Yo, @mindful-med. I noticed you asked me how to stick to hobbies on a post of mine. And you know what, I was going to reply like a normal person on that post, but apparently I have a lot of things to say on this topic and I ran out of characters, so now you get a full post about how I stick to hobbies. It was shorter originally, but then I thought about it for a bit, and so: this.

Pick your goals

So you want to start a hobby. What, exactly, do you want to do? Let’s say, for example, you want to do some writing. That’s great! But don’t just say, “I want to write” or “I want to finish a novel”. The first isn’t concrete, and the second is a little hard to swallow. Sure, you wanna write a novel. How are you going to do that? You gonna do a NaNoWriMo and blast through 50,000 words in a month?

While I am in no way doubting your ability to write 50k within a month, it’s a lot easier to deal with if you break it up into chunks. Instead of saying 50k, say 1667 words a day. It looks a lot more manageable that way, doesn’t it? If it still looks scary, break it further. 833 words in the morning, 833 words in the evening. Still not right? Break it up some more. Maybe 416 words before breakfast, 416 words before lunch, 416 after dinner, 416 while you’re chilling in bed.

Of course, if 1667 words a day seems insurmountably large no matter how you look at it, pick a smaller goal per month. You want something manageable.

Time

Maybe you’re having a hard time picking a manageable goal. So here’s a suggestion: instead of picking an end result as your goal, pick a time increment! You could say “I want to finish one watercolor painting a week”, which is a measurable goal, of course. But the problem is, ‘one watercolor painting’ takes more or less time. It can take two hours, or it can take 20 hours, or even longer.

Remember: deciding to do a hobby isn’t adding more hours to your day. It’s a time committment — something that you’re doing instead of something else, and if that time fluctuates, you’re gonna have a harder time accounting for it, which makes it less likely that you’re actually going to do it.

So instead of saying, “I’m going to finish a painting each week”, try “I’m going to paint for 25 minutes a day.” A measurable goal, and one that’s always accomplished during a set interval of time. I say 25 minutes, but that’s just what I like. Give yourself more or less time depending on what works for you. I suggest starting out relatively small with your time intervals — again, if it takes a small period of time, you’re more likely to see it as manageable and therefore easy to do, and if you get into the flow of it once you’ve finished with whatever time interval you’ve decided, good for you!

Track it

I’ve been talking all this time about having a measurable goal, yeah? Meaning that you should measure it! You can keep a habit tracker of sorts, so, besides whatever novel or watercolor painting you’re finishing, you also have your habit tracker as a mark of progress.

Here are my habit trackers for the last three months.

Not doing particularly well in May.

June is better.

July is best -- it’s still in progress and I’ve already had more ‘completed’ days than in June!

As you can see, I’m not particularly good at staying on track. I’ve got gaps and stuff. But the point is I have this nice little grid of squares to check off, which 1) makes me feel good, because I like checking things off 2) lets me know how often I kept on track, which is helpful because you now know exactly how you’re doing, which makes it harder to brush off (you can’t, for example, say “Oh, I did my hobbies just the other day” when you have a full two weeks of unmarked boxes) and makes it easier to adjust your goals (ooh, this month doesn’t look good, maybe I need a smaller goal??).

Let it be known:

Sometimes, you and your habit tracker aren’t enough to keep yourself accountable. It happens. So have someone else keep you accountable. Get a buddy! A group! Join a community of sorts! That’s kind of how I started doing Korean, I technically have a study group and just the sheer idea that there is someone who is theoretically capable of keeping me accountable there keeps me going.

Of course, maybe you don’t want to do that. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, or you don’t want to bring it up, or maybe you just don’t want to talk to people. But that’s why we have studyblrs. The whole reason why I have this studyblr to begin with is because you’re generally supposed to post relatively often (re: 100 days of productivity challenge), and if you post every day, you can’t really say “i didn’t do anything today” every day. There is some pressure to post new things, i.e. be a productive person.

Posting about your new goal/hobby is a public comittment. People know I am trying to do the thing, and thus it is immensely more motivating for me. It’s the reason why I pick up study challenges pretty often, and it’s kind of the reason why I haven’t given up on the 60 day challenge yet. Speaking of which…

Do not do what I did

Do NOT link all your goals to a binary pass-fail.

Lemme explain.

I am currently doing psyduck’s 60 day study challenge. It is a challenge in which you pick out some daily goals, and try achieving all of them consecutively for 60 days. If you don’t accomplish all your goals in a day, then you have ‘failed’ that day, and you have to restart from day 1.

Here’s the problem with this. Say you have 10 goals, and you miss one. The challenge does not account for the fact that you still did nine things — there’s no ‘degrees of failure’, you just flat-out fail. Which means that, if you fail one thing, there’s no incentive for you to do the other nine things other than sheer discipline and/or self-motivation, which is. Difficult.

I speak from personal experience. I have failed the 60 day challenge so many times, mostly because one of my goals is, essentially, “get up when you wake up”, which means that if I don’t get up out of bed in a reasonable time, I fail the entire day within the first couple hours of me being awake. Which makes me think that, since I’ve already failed, why even bother doing the rest of my daily goals? I’ve failed already.

It’s like cheating on a diet. You could cheat on it and have a chocolate bar or something, but if you’re already cheating on it, why not have a slice of cake? Or two? Or three?

It’s particularly bad because I’ve actually picked out unsustainable goals. The reason why that there’s such a huge gap in my May tracker is that the sheer amount of things I decided to do wasn’t actually possible for me to do when I had a full workload. Technically, what I’ve decided to do takes 1.5-3 hours a day, but it’s really hard to rationalize taking that time away from your studies when you’re desperately trying to pass your classes. Which is the reason why I emphasized ‘manageable’ and ‘adjust your goals to what works for you’ in what I’ve written so far.

Seriously, the only reason I’m still doing it, without adjusting any of the goals, is because I can be very stubborn about particular things. I have said I am going to do this, so I am going to do this. I have PUBLICLY COMMITTED TO IT and I refuse to give up.

So uh. That’s how I stick to hobbies. Hope this helped!

#studyblr #advice #hobbies #resources #my life #everything

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let-it-raines · 4 years

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Okay, now I know you're accepting prompts for the CMIYC verse, expect a whole lot of them coming from me 😂I'd LOVE to see Emma finding out she's pregnant, and her telling Killian, and just their whole journey through her pregnancy!

This isn’t going to cover everything you asked for @dorisquinn but I’ve got 2/3. You can send me all of the prompts you want. Honestly, seeing your enthusiasm as well as the enthusiasm of others to still want parts of this universe makes me so happy! You guys should see the timeline I just mapped out to make sure everything stays cohesive because I’ve got some more extras to write for you guys 🙈

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March 2022.

“These boxes are never going to get unpacked.”

“We could have hired someone, you know.”

“I’m not even working full-time right now. There’s no need for us to have hired someone when all I’m doing is sitting at home.”

“You go to meetings…on occasion.”

“I have a meeting tomorrow. Stop making that look on your face, twenty-nine.”

“There’s not a look on my face, besides a handsome one.”

Emma huffs and falls back against the wall, sinking down onto the ground and pulling her knees to her chest. They should have moved as soon as last season ended. It would have given them more time to unpack the ridiculous amount of stuff they somehow accumulated over the past three years, but there was a problem with the closing and then the plumbing, and they officially signed for this place two weeks into spring training. Killian had to fly back from Florida for the paperwork, spent one night in the house with her where all they had was their bed set up, and then he went straight back to the hell that is Florida humidity.

At least they’re not there for months at a time in the summer. Everyone would die. It’s bad enough when they’re in Tampa for a few days at a time.

(Then again, humidity in New York in the summer is no joke.)

She could have flown down and stayed with him, already has for a few days here and there, but they need to get settled before the season starts and things get insane. Things are really never not insane, but there are definitely periods where there is a little more peace.

Off-season is undoubtedly her favorite season.

She loves baseball and the game and working almost every day, but having Killian home for months at a time and being able to sleep in their own bed instead of a hotel bed is so much better than anything else.

Emma definitely wants the off-season back.

And this house to be unpacked.

One of those things is more likely to happen than the other, and it’s not the house getting unpacked.

“I miss you,” Emma whispers into the phone.

“I miss you, love. You know you can fly down anytime, right? There’s nothing keeping you there. It’s been less than a week, but I miss you terribly.”

She flips the camera around to all of the boxes. “I don’t want to be living in chaos. I want, like, some kind of organization. I told myself that when I left my room key with you that I would not be flying back to Florida. I have to get this place functional.”“I know we’ve been married for nearly a year, love, but I don’t think you should be turning into me quite this quickly with all of that talk of organization.”“Technically, as far as everyone else knows, we’re only nine months into this whole marriage thing, so that’s not quite a year.”

“Specifics.”“Ruby was over here yesterday helping me unpack and found the pictures from the clerk’s office. I’m pretty sure she figured us out.”“I think David has known for awhile now.”“Why do you think that?”

“Just a hunch.”Emma groans and scoots further down on the floor. “If David knew, he would have said something.”“Aye, you’re likely right.” Killian smiles, his face slightly pixilated. “Come see me this weekend, Swan. I know you said no more flights, but maybe just the one more. I’ll take you to dinner. Wine and dine you and all that.”“I think there’s a third part of that proposition.”

Killian gasps and holds his hand to his chest. “Dirty.”

“You know it, twenty-nine.”

“I think you mean sixty-nine.”

“Oh my God.”

Killian chuckles and pushes his hair back. It’s too long again. He hasn’t gotten it cut in months, and as handsome as he looks, she’s desperately waiting for him to get it cut. Suggesting it hasn’t really worked out well for her, but if he likes it long, he likes it long. It’s not like she’d appreciate it if he told her to shave her legs or something like that.

“I’ve got to go to workouts, but I’ll call you again tonight, yeah?”

“I look forward to it. I love you.”“And I you, my love.”

The video lingers for a moment, and then it disconnects, only the memory of Killian’s smile there.

She misses him like crazy. It’s ridiculous and stupid and kind of annoying. Maybe she should go down and see him this weekend. It’s not like she has this weekend. Spring training is almost over, and she could wait it out. She really could. That’s what she’s told herself she’ll do, but should she if she doesn’t have to? Maybe if she gets enough boxes unpacked.

Hell, maybe she should just cave and hire people to do it for her, but she put up such a dumb fight when Killian suggested it that she doesn’t want to admit to failure now. Not that he’d ever truly judge her for it.

Okay. He’d judge her a little bit.

Her phone buzzes in her hand.

Elsa: You planning on letting me in?

Shit. The doorbell didn’t sound, and Emma didn’t hear a knock at the door. Quickly, she stands from the ground and kicks a box to the side before hurrying down two sets of stairs to get to the front door. She loves having more space than the apartment, but she doesn’t love all of the stairs. At least, right now. Soon she’ll hopefully kick ass at being able to walk up and down them quickly.

Hopefully her ass will look fantastic because of it too.

Damn Manhattan and its lack of space.

“Hey,” Emma greets after unlocking the front door. “Did you ring the doorbell?”

“I did.”

“Well shit.” Emma leans forward and wraps her arms around Elsa. “I guess our doorbell is broken too. Do you know anything about electrical work?”

“I know how to hook up our cable, but that’s about it.”

“Then what good are you to me?”

“I bring you donuts.”

“Bless you.”

“I know.” Elsa steps inside, closing the door behind her, and immediately walks toward the kitchen where she puts down the bag of donuts she’s carrying and then immediately starts looking around the room. “Have you unpacked any of the kitchen?”

“A few things. Mostly things I use. It’s all Killian’s, and he hasn’t really been here to tell me where to put anything. I don’t know his system as well as I should.”

“Do you have silverware out? Plates and bowls?”

“I have a few things but not all of it.”

Elsa sighs and pulls her shorts up and then adjusts her t-shirt. She took the day off to help Emma unpack, and, really, she should be lounging around watching TV or something. “I don’t mean to go all mom on you, but grab a donut. We’re about to unpack your kitchen. Then we move to your bedroom and your closet so you can at least function. Everything else will come later.”

“As long as I get a donut, this all sounds good to me.”

“You can have another if you finish this room.”

“I’m good with a bribe.”

“Incentive. It makes it sound less dirty.”

Emma laughs. “Deal.”

Elsa is some kind of unpacking machine. It’s actually ridiculous. She knows exactly how to store everything in their cabinets and the pantry, and while Emma is sure Killian will rearrange it all when he realizes it’s not to his specifications, after three hours, they have all of the kitchen boxes emptied. It’s practically a miracle, and Emma didn’t even need an extra donut to make her do the work.

(An extra donut is sounding really good right now, though. Elsa got the good kind.)

All she really needed was Elsa. If they had Anna here, though, Emma imagines the entire house would be finished by now. Well, if Anna wasn’t eight months pregnant. Mary Margaret would probably be the better choice, but she’s got a class full of third-graders to attend to. Ruby, however, would bring everything to a halt because she’d get distracted by the things she was unpacking.

They move upstairs and back to the bedroom after they’re finished in kitchen, and Elsa sticks to the bedroom while Emma works in the closet. She’s got some of her clothes up, mostly her workout stuff, and even though their stuff is boxed in a way that should make it easy to hang up several things at once, Emma keeps getting distracted trying to organize it in a way that’s not something she’s going to sustain.

Seriously. Who is organized enough to keep things sorted by color?

Killian. Killian is. He organizes his freaking t-shirts by how old they are.

The weirdo.

Emma finally decides to just do it by type of clothing, and after she’s gotten all of her dresses on the racks, she decides that she needs some kind of break. She did not sleep last night, and no amount of coffee could wake her up.

Has she even had coffee today?

Or maybe she’s simply bored by having to unpack. That’s a lot of the same thing over and over again, and all Emma really wants to be doing is watching Netflix.

Slowly, she slides back down to the ground and pulls out her phone again, answering her texts and then clicking on Instagram to move away the notifications. It’s all stuff Killian has tagged her in, and she quickly moves through the videos and memes before clicking on his page. It’s been mostly baseball lately, pictures of him, Will, and Robin, but if she scrolls a little further back, there are pictures of Liam and Elsa or Addy and Lucy. And then there are pictures of her. She mostly uses social media for work, but she does like to get on and see what Killian has posted. It’s usually something she’s never seen, and there are at least ten pictures on here that she had no idea were taken.

There’s one in particular that she likes the most. It’s from last November. They were in Portland for Thanksgiving sitting on the swing in Ruth’s backyard, and Killian snapped a photo of her drinking coffee, the sun glinting off of her skin in just the right way so that she looked tanner than she actually was.

My love forever, the caption reads.

That day had been…hard. It had been fucking awful, actually, but Killian had wrapped his arms around her and held her until it wasn’t so awful.

That’s what he does. He makes awful days feel that little bit better simply by being there.

She likes that, likes that she has that forever now.

My love forever.

She has had that love for awhile with David and Ruth, with her friends too, and while she doesn’t like to put some relationships over others, Killian does get the slightest elevation.

It’s good to have all that love. It’s healthy, and if someone asked her twenty years ago if she’d ever have any of this, she would have laughed in their face.

She can’t stop staring at the photo and all of the memories behind it. She had been so sure that morning, and it wasn’t…she wasn’t.

“Hey, Emma, do you have – woah, what’s wrong?”

“What?” Emma sniffles, wiping below her eyes. “What makes you think something is wrong?”

“You’re sitting on the floor sniffling and wiping your eyes. Those are pretty big clues.”

Emma scoffs. “I’m fine.”“You’re a liar.”“Els, I’m fine.”

“I believe you about as much as I believe Killian when he says that.” Elsa walks over to her to and slides down onto the floor next to her, kicking away a shoe and grabbing onto Emma’s forearm. “You want to talk about whatever it is? You know you don’t have to, but I’m a good listener. I couldn’t be married to Liam if I wasn’t.”

“Liam does talk a lot.”

“I think it’s a Jones family trait.”

“I think I might be pregnant.”

She might have that trait too for the way she just blurted that out.

Elsa gasps, and Emma braces herself for it just like she braces herself for it every time this conversation comes up. She’s the one who brought it up this time, but it was kind of inevitable when this is honestly all she’s been thinking about for two days now.

For a little more than two days if she’s totally honest.

“I didn’t…I’m not,” Emma stutters, trying to continue talking before she shuts herself up, “I never thought I would be someone who wanted a baby. I thought I was going to be alone for so much of my life, so when Killian and I decided to try and kept having these negative tests, I don’t know. I, well, it sucks, and it’s been really damn hard. It hasn’t even been a long time, and we’re still so young. I probably shouldn’t even complain because I know it’s harder for other people. It’s just that a part of me feels like I’ve gotten so much good in my life I was never supposed to get. What if this is the thing I don’t get? What if I have this feeling in my gut now because it’s some kind of sign that I should give up before my hopes get too high?”

“Oh, darling,” Elsa sighs as she wraps her arm around Emma’s back and pulls her toward her, rubbing her hand up and down her arm, “you can’t think like that. The world doesn’t give you a certain amount of good and then just stop. You can have more good than you think you deserve. I do. And that feeling of helplessness when it comes to getting pregnant and it not working as fast as you want? I’ve had that too. It’s what happened with Lucy.”

“Yeah?”

��Yeah. I thought maybe Addison was going to be it for us, and we were like you two. We hadn’t been trying for a long time, but it could still feel hopeless when Addison was so easy. Getting pregnant is hard, and unless you talk to others like this, there’s no way you’d know. All you’d see is the happy announcements and the smiles.”

Emma turns her head into Elsa’s shoulder. It’s a good thing she’s not wearing mascara because she’d totally ruin Elsa’s t-shirt.

“So I’m not some kind of freak show for sitting in my closet freaking out about this?”

“Emma, having a baby, or even the possibility of it, is the most terrifying thing in the world. If you weren’t having meltdowns, I’d be concerned about you.”

“This is so not in my wheelhouse,” Emma mumbles. “I talk for a living, talking about this is…different.”

“Baseballs and babies aren’t exactly in the same category.”

“They are on Family Day.”“Yeah, well, you know what I mean.”

Emma huffs and pulls away from Elsa, leaning her head back against the wall. “This closet is still such a mess. My shoes are everywhere.”

“Oh, I know. I think I’m going to need to borrow those wedges that are caught up underneath the pile of Killian’s jerseys.”

“They are yours to borrow.”

“Not to keep?”

“Nah, I like them too much for that.”

Elsa laughs and twists on the ground until she’s facing Emma, small smile on her face. “You’re going to be okay. You and Killian both. And if you ever need to talk, Liam and I are always here. Anna too.”

“Anna is eight months pregnant with twins. All she does is warn people against getting pregnant. I don’t think she’s ever going to have sex again.”

“Can you blame her?”

“Absolutely not.”

Elsa claps her hands together. “Okay, let’s conquer this closet, and then I’m taking you home with me for dinner so you’re not left in this house stalking your husband’s Instagram.”

“I was not doing that.”

“You totally were. I could see it on your screen when I walked in.”

“I’m taking away your shoe privileges.”

Elsa quickly gets up and runs over to the wedges, picking them up. “Nope. They’re mine now.”

-/-

She’s pregnant.

Or, at least, that’s what the three tests she took this morning said.

Emma had gone over to Liam and Elsa’s last night for dinner, and she’d forgotten about everything. She really had, and it had been nice not to think about it and to be able to know that her life was going to go on no matter what. She knew that. Logically, she did. Her life is not defined by what a pregnancy test says, but when it’s what you want…

When it’s what she and Killian want.

And they might get now.

Oh shit. She is not ready to give birth.

That’s not even happening right now, or in the near future, but it’s going to happen. Emma’s pretty sure it’s some kind of torture device designed to make being a woman even more difficult, but she’s got to stop thinking of that right now.

What she’s got to start thinking about is the fact that she’s in New York while Killian is in Florida.

Florida.

Shit. She’s got to book a flight to Florida.

She said she wasn’t going to do it, but that was before she knew for sure.

That was before.

Where the hell is her neck pillow?

Emma gets off the rim of the tub and walks into the bedroom, grabbing her laptop off the charger and stretching out on the bed while trying to find the next flight. There are a few this afternoon, but she’s got meetings she can’t cancel. There’s one she might be able to make around seven, though, and she quickly enters her information and books a one-way ticket.

She’s never been so excited to go to Florida.

-/-

“Can I get an extra key to room 835?”

“And your name is?”

“Emma Jones.”

The receptionist starts typing on her keyboard, looking up at Emma and then looking back at her computer, her brows furrowed. “I’m sorry. There’s not an Emma Jones in that room.”

“I know. It’s my husband’s room. It’s under his name. Killian Jones. It should be under the block of rooms for the Yankees.”

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but I can’t give you a key to that room. It’s our policy, especially when it comes to our VIP guests in our suites. It’s for their safety.”

Emma has to fight the urge to roll her eyes. She’s exhausted. It’s been a long ass day, she sat next to someone who snored the entire flight down here, and all she wants to do is see Killian. Why the hell did she leave her key with Killian last week?

Oh, yeah, because she wasn’t supposed to come back.

“If I was some kind of stalker, how would I know his room number?”

“You would be surprised what people know.”

She sighs and pulls out her phone, clicking on Ariel’s name.

“Emma?”

“Ariel, can you get me an extra key to Killian’s room?”

“Are you here?” Ariel squeals before quieting. “Wait.” There’s a mumble and then the sound of a chair squeaking before Ariel’s voice comes back into focus. “Sorry. We’re out at dinner, and I had to move away from the table. This is a surprise, right?”

“Mhm.”

“That is literally the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“You need to hear more things.”

“Oh, hush. I’ll call the front desk. We’ve got to be back soon anyways because I have to relieve the babysitter for Morgan, so it won’t be too long.”

“That sounds perfect. I’ll probably see you tomorrow, okay?”

“I can’t wait, and I promise that my lips are sealed.”

They hang up, and the front desk’s phone immediately rings. The receptionist nods and smiles and is completely and totally nice to Ariel, typing in a few things on her computer as she avoids eye contact with Emma. Then the conversation is over and Emma is being handed a card.

“This works for both the elevator and the room. Have a nice night, Mrs. Jones.”

“Thanks,” Emma says, forcing a smile. She knows the woman was just doing her job, but it doesn’t keep her from being annoyed. She’s not about to be pissy with her though. “Have a good night.”

Grabbing her luggage, she maneuvers out of the lobby and to the elevator. She knows this hotel better than any other hotel in the country from how much she’s stayed here, and she easily makes her way up to Killian’s room, sliding the card in the door and sighing in relief that the clerk actually gave her a key that worked. She was worried that she wouldn’t.

Killian’s suite is clean, and Emma knows it’s not just because of housekeeping. The man is so damn particular about everything, and even though all she wants to do is curl up in bed and go to sleep, she opens up her suitcase and starts putting her few clothes away, making sure not to mess with any of Killian’s stuff. It’s what he would end up doing later anyways, and if she does it now, it’ll be one less thing he’ll have to focus on.

How the hell is she supposed to tell him that she’s pregnant?

That’s something she should have focused on for the flight down here, but all she could think about was how much she wanted to murder the man who was snoring next to her.

She’s going to be great at the whole getting no sleep thing.

Did she really want this? Did they? Are they crazy? What drives someone to want to have a baby? Yeah, they’re cute, but then they grow up and yell at you for telling them not to eat straight sugar for dinner. And she didn’t have parents. Well, she has Ruth, but she didn’t have Ruth for fifteen years. Killian’s mom died, and his dad is a piece of shit. What do either of them know about babies and being parents?

What do either of them know about kids in general?

Well, they do have nieces and nephews and friends with kids. Hell, their friends have had so many kids. It’s like in the past two years all anyone has done is pop a kid out and –

The door to the suite beeps, and Emma doesn’t even realize she’s been pacing for a long time until Killian’s standing right in front of her blinking with his mouth wide open.

“Hi,” Emma squeaks out.

It’s official. She is not herself today.

“Fucking hell,” Killian mumbles.

“Well, that’s always the greeting a girl – ”

Killian strides forward and cups her cheeks before pulling her to him with his mouth, sucking on her bottom lip before he starts moving and can’t seem to stop. It’s been less than a week. That’s all. It hasn’t even been that long since they’ve been apart. They make it a point to never go more than nine days, but she’s missed him more than she ever has.

Melodramatic and all that.

“What,” he starts, still kissing her, “are,” he continues as his lips move to her jaw, “you,” he sighs against her cheek, “doing,” he whispers against her eyelid, “here?” he finishes as his lips find hers once more while their foreheads rest against each other.

“I really missed Scarlet.”

Killian tilts his head back and barks out a laugh as his hands move from her cheeks to her biceps, squeezing them. Her stomach is absolutely swirling.

“God, I love you. You’re – ” He shakes his head, and his eyes crinkle. He’s gotten darker during training, and there’s the slightest tan line from where he’ll wear his hat backwards during pitching drills outside.

“I’m what?”

“Well, if I were to list all of the things you are, I imagine we’d be standing here forever.”

Emma scoffs and pushes at his chest before moving closer once more so she can wrap her arms around his neck. “Why are you the way that you are?”

“Charming? I believe I was born this way.”

It’s Emma’s turn to shake her head at him. She presses up on her toes and lingers until her breath is ghosting over his mouth. “I love you, twenty-nine.”

“Good. I love you, Swan.”

She finally kisses him then, and Killian slowly backs her up to the bed until she’s falling down on top of it. All thoughts leave her mind as his lips and his hands move over her, and they truly disappear when his mouth is between her thighs and all she can think is how damn good that feels. It almost always does, like some kind of magic that’s bottled between the two of them, and even when it’s not good, Emma knows that there’s no one she’d rather get lockjaw or really unfortunate cramps with.

And weirdly, as Killian swivels his hips and hits just the right rhythm, she knows that no matter how much she’s freaking out about everything, the two of them have got this.

“Did you know the front-desk clerk thought I was a stalker?” Emma asks later. They haven’t changed back into any clothes, and Emma can’t seem to stop twirling Killian’s chest hair around her fingers while his hand dances across her back, tracing familiar words there.

“Really now?”

“Mhm. I tried to get a room key, and she refused to give me one.”

“Ah, well, I have been having an influx of stalkers lately. It must be my devilishly good looks.”

“You’re never lacking in confidence, are you? Even when it comes to joking about something that’s not funny.”

“You would know more than anyone how that isn’t true.”

Emma leans down to kiss his chest before resting her chin there. The air conditioner clicks on, and a cold rush of air runs over Emma’s bare skin. Killian tugs the comforter up over a little more of her back, and they sit in silence as Emma starts counting how fast her heart is beating. If she doesn’t tell him tonight, she won’t sleep. It’ll eat at her until the morning, and with how exhausted she is from not sleeping two nights in a row, she really can’t afford another night without sleep.

She also hasn’t had coffee in days. That has sucked.

“Killian, I – ”

She stops when his finger traces her name into her back. “What is it, love?”

“Nothing,” Emma begins, even if she knows it’s everything. “It’s just…Killian, I’m pregnant.”

For the rest of her life she’ll remember that Killian stopped blinking for a few seconds too long. She’ll remember that his eyes are slightly red-rimmed from his own lack of sleep, and she’ll remember the way that slowly but surely his lips curl from a small smile to one of the brightest she’s ever seen from him.

“Are you? For real? I’m not imagining this conversation?”

Emma inhales and nods. “I think so. I wouldn’t be far along. Like, at all, so anything could happen. But my period is late, and I took, like, three tests this morning that were positive. Peeing on a stick never feels normal.”

Killian chuckles as his free hand comes around to tuck her hair behind her ear. He’s so gentle like that, and she doesn’t know what she did to deserve him. He can be hot-headed and impatient and ready to act on his anger instead of thinking it through, but at his core, Killian Jones is a good man.

“Aye, I imagine not.”

He leans down to glide his lips over hers, and even if Emma had imagined what it would be like to tell Killian they better start reading all of those books so they have some clue what they’re doing, she knows none of it would be better than this.

Calm and content and like they were always supposed to end up here.

“I love you, Swan,” Killian whispers as his hand shifts from her back to her stomach. “I don’t – thank you for being by my side for all of this.”“Always, twenty-nine. Always.”

-/-

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dariamalek · 4 years

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The Perfect “Quarantine Routine”

Giving it a fun, rhyming name makes it a little less stressful, right?

I have to admit, I have been extremely MIA for the last few weeks and it’s honestly because I didn’t have anything to write to you guys. I have about 8 different partially finished posts in my drafts folder that I just didn’t get a chance to complete and there was just one culprit for my case of writer’s block: quarantine.

Dun, dun, DUUUN.

So we’re all either extremely annoyed of staying home, going through our own cases of the grumps and eating LOTS. I, for one, have been doing all those things simultaneously and I think I found the reason why some people are not very happy with this quarantine.

Many of you have had your jobs or schools temporarily cancelled and closed down, thus having you stay home with nothing to do except binge Netflix and well, eat. This will make someone feel as mush as my grandmother’s mashed potatoes (which would make for an amazing snack along side some Ritz crackers, I’ll tell you) however, I have found the one thing that will make this feeling of extensive laziness go away: a routine. Which, I should mention, is also what many of you lost in the first place that is making you feel this way.

I’ve made posts about routines in the past including my “Bedtime Routine,” “Morning Routine” and “My Perfect Routine For 9-5 Jobs” which are all currently linked. However, I never explained my psychological reasoning behind why and how having routines benefit us, which is strange given the clear biography on my page.

Firstly, routines can help with insomnia and sleeping schedules. Though your brain remains active when you sleep, it is still getting recharged. However, when your brain or body aren’t really working, or doing anything during the day, the brain does not feel like it needs to recharge at night. Thus, making it difficult for you to fall asleep. Having a routine and items on your daily schedule to complete will help your brain feel like it’s actually doing something throughout the day and working and no, watching “Deep Sea” documentaries on Netflix doesn’t count as “working.”

Stress is also big during quarantine. Whether it’s about your job or the literal pandemic going on outside your window (it’s one of those “see but can’t touch” moments), it’s understandable that you would feel extremely anxious during this period. Setting a time for things in a routine help your mind understand that you do have time for everything - and this works especially well if you’re working from home. However, adding some time for relaxation or something fun (in my case, watching Jane The Virgin on Netflix #TeamMichael) will give your brain an incentive, reassuring yourself that you do have time for literally everything in the day. Also, getting used to a daily routine will help your brain slowly predict its daily tasks, thus reducing anxiety.

So now that we’ve covered all the science stuff, here’s a little sneak peak on how I planned out my “Quarantine Routine.”

It’s been a few weeks of quarantine and I’ve learnt that planning weekly is the best way to go, especially if you work at home like me and don’t want to be up until two in the morning in bed typing away, extremely annoying your sleeping partner (because he still has to go to work in the morning). This is also good if you’re a student who has finished their exams and don’t have much to do.

Make sure you have something productive to the three most important elements during quarantine: your job/school, your space and yourself.

Here’s how i planned out my week: I looked at my work at a week’s worth and stretched that along Monday - Friday, that way I am not stuck at a computer screen for hours upon end each day. Then, I found a new part of the house to clean or redecorate everyday. If I have a heavier workload, I will just dust or vacuum the house. Make sure that there is a balance between workload and lifeload. Then, I found something that I wanted to do that would help me with my mental wellness. For me it’s reading, finding a new cooking/baking recipe, writing, painting; stuff that will help you connect with yourself.

Here’s how it panned out:

7-7:30: Good morning!

7:30-8: Take this time to do your morning routine. Brush your teeth, wash your face: taking care of hygiene, regardless of whether you’re staying home or not can impact your mental wellness extensively. Do your morning routine like you would if you were going out somewhere.

8-9: Do a light workout. Since the weather is getting better, maybe go for a walk outside. According to Craig Janes, director of the school of public health at the University of Waterloo, going for a walk is totally fine during the COVID-19 outbreak. Just be wary of social distancing and stay cautious: this means staying 2 metres away from others at all times. Getting fresh air could improve your mental or physical health. During my walks, I also tend to take my protein shake (aka breakfast because I have IBS which means I have scratched off most breakfast foods off my diet list) in order to make sure I don’t get hungry. You could eat breakfast before or after your workout or take a protein bar with you on your walk. I tend to rotate my physical activity from light at home workouts, yoga and going outside for walks.

9-9:30: Take a nice relaxing shower. Don’t be afraid to spend a little more time in there. There’s no rush and really let your muscles relax. Make yourself a nice protein sake while you finish off with your skincare routine. Just because nobody is going to see you doesn’t mean you can’t take care of yourself.

9:30-11:30: I like to do my work at two hour intervals. I try to aim for 4 hours of work a day in order to complete my weekly load. This may be different for you depending on how much work you need to complete or what you attention span is like.

11:30-12:30: LUNCH! I’ve tried cooking my lunches as much as I can rather than having leftovers, which help with the whole “productivity” thing. However, eating outdoors really does help. Fresh air will make you feel much more productive going back to work.

[TIP]: Keeping a diet log can be super helpful for those who overeat or snack throughout the day like I do. Put down the times you will eat breakfast, lunch and dinner and then you can determine what the right time is to snack for you. It should be 3 meals a day and 2 chances to snack!

12:30-2:30: Back to work!

2:30-3:30: This is when you can binge your Netflix show, read a chapter of your book or just relax, have a cup of tea. NO NAPS! We are trying to make sure you fall asleep by the end of the night.

3:30-4:30/5: This is the time where you do something light and breezy in order to better your space, which is another important element of mental wellness during quarantine. Without taking care of your space, overtime it will get messier and it will become a distraction. Getting into the habit of doing light cleaning will help you better your mental wellness, even after quarantine as well, and lessen your lifeload. On this specific day, I started my deck transformation for spring. Started putting up the table and the barbecue and unloading some spring activities from the shed, and redecorating the furniture on my deck. This is also another good time to snack!

4:30/5-5:30: Relax again, but do something different! Don’t go back onto the TV. Maybe do some writing or art exercises. Play a game with someone if you live with them. Go sit outside for a bit. Sing or play music. Don’t use your relaxing time to do repetitive things, otherwise you will get bored quickly and run out of ways to unwind in the future.

5:30-6:30/7: Depending on whether or not you have a family, intermediately fast or need to cook before you serve, your timing on dinner may be a little all around the place. But that’s okay. If you can, try having dinner with your family, roommates or significant other - all at the table with no phones. This is a great way to have some social interaction during quarantine. It’s important to remember there’s life beyond this and once it’s over, you will get back to your own routine. Try not to talk about “updates on COVID-19″ but rather talk about something new that you learnt today. I’ve started my joke of the day segment which my partner doesn’t find too appealing so I’ve switched to fun facts (because word of the day was too easy). Today it was: frogs absorb water through their skin so they don't need to drink. Pretty cool, huh? Totally forgot about quarantine.

6:30/7-8:30/9: I personally use this time to meditate and connect with my body. Maybe do some stretching and self reflective activities. Just being able to be one with my thoughts and making sure I am doing well. This also includes phoning a friend and seeing how they are doing. Remember, just because you don’t see a face(s), doesn’t mean they’re not out there. Maybe your friends need your spiritual company as well. Feel free to have some fruit snacks as well. I even schedule out my snack times because I don’t want to over-eat.

9-10: This is movie time for me, but again it’s up to you how you want to use your downtime. Spending an hour with your significant other or family is much needed right before bed.

10-11: Start your bedtime routine! Mine will be linked here.

11-Zzz: Lay in bed and close your eyes. If you need to listen to some light piano music, go ahead. Eventually, you will feel your eyes getting heavy and you will drift to sleep.

I understand these are trying times. However, understand they are just temporary. I also urge you all to listen when they are asking you to stay home and be safe, as well as practicing social distancing. This will not go away if we are not listening to our doctors.

Also, take the time to thank our medical professionals who are away from their families in order to work hard to help the rest of us stay healthy and safe during these times. Your service is much appreciated.

And most importantly: take care of yourselves and your loved ones. Don’t panic over every news story. Turn off the news for a little while and just relax and forget about it. We will all go back to our norma lives once this is over only if we listen and cooperate.

Be safe and take care of yourselves.

[NOTE FROM DARIA: You will notice that my writing style is a lot different than in this post. I wanted to be able to comfort and connect with all of you as much as I could in this post, mainly because a lot of people (including myself) are quite anxious about our current standing. I feared if I wrote a piece that was similar to my other posts in tone, it would diminish my goal for this text due to it sounding more like a lecture rather than a helpful piece. I am curious to know whether or not I should continue writing my texts like this, or if you prefer the wordier posts.]

With love,

daria xx

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eva-writes · 4 years

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I was tagged by @danwritestuff (a million years ago and only now I actually got to finish this thing) so here it goes:

1. How did you begin writing? Technically I started when I was like seven or eight and was working on an illustrated story about a dog and a magical bone. Yup, true story. But I think I actually started to get into writing when I was in seventh grade and a teacher told us to write a short story as homework. I don’t even want to think back on what I wrote because it probably wasn’t good, but I will never forget that my teacher told me that she enjoyed my story and that I was good at writing. There’s literally nothing better than having someone believe in you. And I initially only wrote in Spanish but funnily enough after getting into roleplaying my brain kind of made a switch and it comes more naturally to me now to write in English.

2. What was your first writing project? Tell us a little about it. Again, the story of the dog and the magical bone. But the first serious project that I still hope might see the light of day when I stop planning and actually sit my ass down to write it is a fantasy trilogy. I started it in 2008 and needless to say my mind has changed a lot in a decade, so as a result that story has changed very much from my original idea. I think that’s why I haven’t really done much writing and I’m stuck in ‘development hell’, because the thing just keeps mutating and my ideas for that world and those characters keep growing and changing.

3. What is your preferred medium for writing first drafts? I’ve always used Microsoft Word.

4. What rituals or habits do you have around writing? I always have a cup of tea next to me. And I say stuff out loud too, especially when it’s dialogue. I also sort of act out certain stuff to find words that could describe that. Definitely not rituals, just weird habits I have.

5. We all have a “type”– of character, plot, theme– what is yours? Well, I always go for fantasy or scifi stuff because it’s easier for me to make up shit than do extensive research about things that are real (also it scares me that I migh portray something in an inaccurate way). So yay, I’m lazy like that. I tend to include reserved, quiet characters (even if not the protagonists, they’re there). I don’t know, I just have a deep appreciation for introverted people that are more of the observing/listening type than the talking type.

As for plots or themes, I like to dabble into the ‘self-discovery’ paths for the protagonists and the ‘change established structures’ in the world. As for important themes, family bonds are always there in one way or another (both biological families or ‘found’ families amongst the characters). Also I have this weird thing about names. In every story I have characters that are called a certain way by most but then they are given a different nickname or are revealed to have a different name by someone that is/becomes close to them. For some reason the way other people call each other has always had such a deep meaning for me.

6. Introduce us to one (or more!) of your OC’s. I have an army of OCs, I have no self-control when it comes to creating them... my latest one is a gentle giant of a man stuck on an island where people don’t age and those stranded there can’t escape (shoutout to Mira and Ally for @timelessrpg!). And this guy is mute and deaf because I’ve learned a bit ASL and I wanted to integrate that into a character, explore different ways to have him interact with those around him without having to rely on speaking.

7. What’s your favorite genre to read? Fantasy, science fiction, historical fiction and psychological thrillers. But I’d give a shot at every book that sparks my interest regarding of genre.

8. Your favorite genre to write? Fantasy and science fiction. I like creating my own playground rather than using our lovely little world.

9. How do you conduct your authorial research? Google searches to start off. Then once I get a general overview I start to look for more specific stuff in books, videos, etc. I use YouTube a lot. That thing is a treasure chest of information and it helps with ther ‘overview’ part so then I can do more digging about specific subjects.

10. What does your editing (gasp) process look like? I’m such a jerk to myself when I edit, so I guess that’s another reason why it’ll take a while for my stories to see the light of day. If you look up the word perfectionist in the dictionary you see my picture... But I’ve been trying not to be so hard on myself lately and instead of staying stuck on that endless cycle of writing and erasing, I’ve been allowing myself to just write on. I’ve also made a deal with my roomie: I have to pay her $15 pesos (little less than $1 usd) whenever I got back to edit a chapter I had already finished. I’ve only paid her once, but it’s a good incentive not to go back an edit stuff too much and just go ahead to write.

11. What are your favorite tropes? I have too many, especially with romantic/platonic relationships. Enemies to lovers, is definitely one. Also any sort of yin yang/light and dark representations in character dynamics, I’m such a sucker for those. Any kind of trope that involves characters not seeing it coming and then just knowing they’d do anything for the other person (not just necessarily in a romantic way, I love bonds like that with people who become siblings to each other). Any sort of trope that involves a ‘partners in crime’ or ‘ride or die’ dynamic, I’M SOLD.

12. Show off your writing space. It used to be a desk when I still lived at my mom’s place. It was in it’s usual state of controlled chaos, as I like to call it (because there’s stuff everywhere but I know exactly where everything is). Now my roomie and I share a desk, and most of the times I just end up writing in bed, using a folding bed tray as my desk.

13. What is the most useful piece of writing advice you’ve ever used? Sit down and write is one. And also something that I saw in Victoria Schwab’s instagram: “I’m not writing a book, I’m writing a chapter. I’m not writing a chapter, I’m writing a page. I’m not writing a page, I’m writing a line”. That helped me feel more confident. The work put into trying to write a book always felt so overwhelming and like something I would never really get done. But thinking that even a little bit counts has made it feel like a less impossible feat.

14. What is the least useful piece of writing advice you’ve ever ignored? That it’s wrong to repeat a character’s name or identifier (the queen, the thief, etc). I used to think it was wrong to it because ‘being repetitive means you’re a bad writer’ and you’d have me do mental gymnastics to figure out different ways to refer to my characters which, honestly, end up coming off as forced. So yeah, I’ve definitely begun to ignore that now.

Another one is that writing ‘said’ is wrong. I’d rather use ‘said’ a hundred times than throw in random shit like ‘ennunciated’ just to avoid using ‘said’.

15. Your writing beverage/snack of choice? Tea, always. Either black tea or rooibos with milk.

16. How do you compile your ideas? Quick notes on my phone when I don’t have a notebook at hand. Word documents. And notebooks. Lots of notebooks. I have a specific notebook for each story. Lately I started posting stuff on my wall. I have a summary of each chapter that I’ve already written in little pieces of paper, kind of like a timeline. Above each ‘chapter’ there’s a blue post-it note with the stuff that led to the events of that chapter, and below there’s a green post-it note with the plot points that chapter will set in motion. It’s kind of to keep in order all the information I’m dealing with. And then above the timeline I have even more pieces of paper with specific events that must happen eventually and I just keep moving them around to construct the rest of the story. It might sound weird and confusing, but I swear it helps. I’m a visual person and it’s very damn helpful to see those pieces of story and ideas have some order.

17. What are your controversial opinions ™ on the craft of writing? That being a best-seller means the book is good. I don’t know if it’s controversial or not, but I don’t think quantity equals quality. Also, LET STORIES END. I get it, sometimes as readers we love a group of characters so much or a world that we want more, but that doesn’t mean there should be more. I feel that a lot of prequels, spin-offs and extended series end up taking away from the original story/saga because they were clearly not in the author’s mind from the beginning. There are exceptions to this, I’m sure, but I just feel authors should know when enough is enough rather than try to milk their series for all they’re worth. And I might get shit for writing this, but I’m also against the idea that all characters have to be woke and politically correct 24/7. I believe characters should be allowed to be ignorant and say wrong things and make mistakes, because then they get to learn and grow and become better people, and yes, possibly get called out or educated throughout the story. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me having faith in people learning and growing, but I happen to like characters that start out not so great and begin to really become better human beings during the story.

Tagging: @azianxpersuasionwrites, @briannaswriter, @allywritestuff, @proserpinewrites, @theichthyostegawrites, @montaguew, @loeswrites, @eridawrites, @roshwrites, @rjwrites, @ashlaaaywrites, @trishywishy & @dude-im-batman

#*about me

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xesoteric-extraterrestrialx · 4 years

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I wrote this when I found out how my little brothers gf back-stabbed him again after death ( I remember him crying about it when he was alive but him and my sister hush hushed about it and kept it from me because they knew I'd have some major truth to speak about that all and my fam' love to stay in toxic relationships so they support sticking with them and I would've told him to sober up and will find a better girl that can both have a happy future together who both build each other up and help each other grow each day)

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"Word of advice if your boyfriend dies don't claim you loved them and then f**k his best friend, hasn't even been a year since he passed... the amount of disrespect, grimes both of you, rolling in his graveeeeee, what a BACKSTABB, my poor baby brother dealing with all these fakes holy f**kkkkk.. hope you both enjoy the karma coming your way and little s**t you ain't my brothers best friend you're a f*****g dirty disgusting snake , ugly little f*****g trolls

Guilty like how you punched my mom? Yeah you're fake as f**k troll he would have never married you you're a joke a dirty hood rat who punched "the love of their life's" mom and cheat on them with their boyfriend's best friend who hooked up with his own eldest sister (not me) while alive, you all stabbed him in the back and broke his heart and now look you're laying in his best friends bed saying how you miss my brother, what a lying tramp

Where were you when he finally went to therapy after I pushed him to go with my post? Huh? I said I'd have no part in any of it as in partying around him while he needs sober support and enabling him, No support from his "soul mate" you go party while he needed the support "from the love of his life" he went above and beyond and you stoop to this level of punching his mom and hooking-up with his best friend who's d**k been in his older sister lmfao nasty all of you, you left him to die all alone you and that wannabe trying to act like my brother deserve each other troll faces ugly c**ts going no where in life lmfao and they saying I'm disrespectful I'd never stoop to your low life levels absolutely hoodrat hillybilly Jerry folk'n springer s**t here"

I'm in the wrong with how I went about it because I got heated knowing he would be in an uproar if this was going on while he was alive and the fact that they're doing that after he passes is even more of a back-stab, anyone who disagrees thinks backwards, has no empathy and never truly loved someone, I was wrong with the name calling and such but they are wrong with their disgraceful actions, claiming he was the love of her life yet you didn't help support him become sober and then not even a few months after passing you can so easily move on with HIS best friend who slept with HIS eldest sister (His best friend is a double backstabber, all are in the wrong here! & They all crushed his heart)

If someone I dated passed away I wouldn't be able to be sexually active or move on for at least a year and if I claimed it was the love of my life whom I supposedly would become married to I defiantly wouldn't even be thinking about spreading my legs for at least 3-7 years, true love.

If you don't see what's wrong with dating people your fam dated or best friend dated then go enjoy being raunchy on jerry springer cause you don't think straight or know what real compassionate love is , million people in the world no reason to be involved with anyone your fam or best friend is with, foullllllllllll.

Do not go put your 2 cents of how you think I'm wrong with this, I don't care what any backward thinkers have to say to defend this, it's wrong and I hope you enjoy your karma you filthy animals. (: (If anyone wants to debate this calmly send an answer // question and we can all debate because I have 12 page's worth of reasons why it's morally disgusting... and a backstab..)

On my brother's birthday they threw a party for him, his girlfriend in the lap of his bestfriend in the hot-tub.. (not even a year past since his passing and they already got together, getting together with someone's best friend behind their back is low, but at least they can get over their wh**e of an ex and loser ex bestfriend and move on but no it's even lower when you do it after their pass, because their spirit watches over this foul play.. Selfish. Sinful. Repulsive... ) if they really cared they would have celebrated SOBER for him because he was trying to sober and go down a more positive path towards the future he was starting to grasp in his dreams or all got together to light incents at his grave and actually spend time with him, no instead they all party and get wasted, drugs, alcohol, the vices that dragged him down, do you think if he was present in spirit he would have enjoyed seeing this all? No.. he would have rather enjoyed them all in nature, sober and sharing fun memories about him over a camp fire but no one really thinks what others want they just use others to do what they want, people who party after someone passes are the most selfish of all, so disrespectful, that's not celebrating their life, celebrate their life by cleaning a beach in their name or go to a soup kitchen together and help others, or i don't know, actually all spend time at his grave with him? No, instead they throw a party full of vices that drag the soul down and didn't support growth of his soul.. I was surprised when I was told about the party, all of his 'friends' hanging out again, sounds like such a fun idea, like something kids would do... They say he would have been all about them dancing in his honor but clearly no one fully understood him.. I see that as clear as day now, just look at them, they must all be so very close all this time later, to party but not have been there for his sobering up when he was alive ( I was caged in a room, they're supposed to be his friends, those to lean on and I can't list a hand full of fingers of anyone who helped him through it and build him up..) My Anthony.. he must be very jealous, the fun goes on with or without him.. They talk about how it's going to make him happy but really my little brother's just a good excuse for them to do whatever they want... Anthony's gone! Okay? He's dead and gone but here they all are, so 'grown up' full of life.. Why... When he died everyone left him all alone, after he passed they gave his phone away those who have possessed it read his inner thoughts and fb posts, they read his messages, his posts, that's all he got, he's frozen in time forever he's the only one, time stopped for him that day, just him, the rest of his friends get the chance to grow up but not Anthony why was he the one who had to die, why is he dead and everyone else is fine...?

You have no right to insult my little brother I won't allow you to do that ..

#Personal Venting #Personal #Venting

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udunie · 5 years

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Ask Batch 1

Alrighty, then. Let’s get this show on the road.

Anonymous said: May 7th 2019, 10:46:02 pm · 10 hours ago

Release the jock strap!lawyer!Peter fic so that all may lay their eyes upon it and hopefully someone might write it!!!!!!

Your wish is my command, anon! It should be in this batch!

Anonymous said: May 7th 2019, 10:38:47 pm · 10 hours ago

Lost? ask anon: Oh no, even if you say you're not stressed by it, I feel bad just looking at that number of asks! Honestly mine was pretty stupid. I just wondered if you knew about the web store Mr S Leather (NSFW). Some (lots of) products made me think of your kinky fics, and I thought you could use it as inspo if you ever need that. And if not... well the website is still pretty hot! Lots of love.

Hullo, nonnie! Don’t worry about it, at least you gave me an incentive to start cleaning out the inbox :D (Your ask will be in this batch!)

Anonymous said: May 7th 2019, 1:20:12 pm · 19 hours ago

I love your fic so much and am thankful for anything you write. But sometimes I daydream about you finishing the sequel to Room 27.

Oh man, me too, dear nonnie. I should just. Quit my job and finish my wips :P (no, seriously, that would be awesome.)

Anonymous said: May 7th 2019, 2:47:58 am · a day ago

i thought that people were against pornhub buying tumblr because of their widespread piracy of sex worker’s content and ensuing lower pay and job conditions for people in the industry as well as their policy that might be brought over to tumblr that they own everything posted on their site. like that all could be justification for “oh no a child might see a boob” but if it’s true those reasons seem like fair reasons to be very opposed to pornhub buying tumblr

I never claimed pornhub is perfect, and it’s not like there’s any proof that they will even buy this hellsite. I was really just playing with the thought of it.

(On the other hand, I’ve seen different accounts about how good/bad pornhub is - yes, there are concerns about their practices etc, BUT they do give a platform for independent porn creators etc - anyway, I’m not nearly knowledgeable enough to have a well-formed opinion on it.)

Anonymous said: May 6th 2019, 6:04:57 pm · 2 days ago

I was wondering if you would consider writing a fic where Peter wears a jock strap for stiles? I think it would be so hot 😍😍beefcakes in jock straps 😍I mean I'm sure it would 💯💯% suit stiles as well but he's more of a twink in my opinion, you know? 🤔maybe a date night where lawyer!Peter gives his twink boyfriend stiles a show?

Here’s your jock-strap prompt, nonnie!! Tbh, this doesn’t really get my engines going, I hope you do find someone to write it for you tho! (And Stiles is totally a TWINK)

Anonymous said: May 5th 2019, 6:08:55 pm · 3 days ago

I was on the website Mr S Leather and the articles by Oxballs made me think of your fics... I'm altering my wishlist right now, to use on myself or guys! Seriously, if you ever need some inspo, that online store is NICE.

Here is your ask, nonnie! :D I don’t know that website, and I’m at work now, so I can’t check it, but I will try not to forget and, will google it at home! Always looking for inspiration :D

Anonymous said: April 19th 2019, 10:20:22 am · 19 days ago

OMG if you're looking for more monster-under-the-plot bed, how about Stiles goes to Deaton (who involves maybe Peter and Chris?) and has to help him get all the tar-cum out of him or something, cause its so deep and sticky. And the monster appears in the room and freezes everyone, and Stiles gets fucked (and likes it) in front of the others, and the monster will keep showing up until Stiles gets pregnant, or lays eggs, or whatever. So everytime they wash him out, the monster comes back.

This is a lovely idea, nonnie! Tbh, For what I have in mind for the Adakku fic (and yeah, it’s still happening, just... very slowly) focuses more on Stiles and the monster. But I love this idea!

Anonymous said: April 19th 2019, 1:10:13 am · 19 days ago

Teen wolf but instead of all werewolves going all... wolflike there's a chance that the bite will just send you to heat every full moon. During that scene with Peter in S1 Stiles actually does take the bite, and what do you know? He just becomes an Omega

I HAVE HONESTLY NO MEMORY OF RECEIVING THIS ASK???? That. That is actually a wonderful idea! *_* I might have to write this at one point, then again, the ‘write at one point’ list is about the mile long :(

Anonymous said: April 15th 2019, 10:51:22 am · 23 days ago

What about some Stiles/the nogitsune? Considering the nogitsune has complete control over Stiles' mind and body, it could lend itself well to erotic horror/creepy sex

I think I got this when I asked for creepy/horror prompts? In any case, I have literally zero feelings about the nogitsune. I didn’t like that plotline at all, so I’m afraid I will have to pass... But maybe someone else will pick it up! :D

Anonymous said: April 15th 2019, 2:03:05 am · 23 days ago

Alright so my friend made me read this manga called Pupa yesterday. Not sure if you’d like it I thought it was eh but what about a horror/guro short where one character cannibalizes the other (who hopefully has strong regenerative abilities) and they both like it

This was also for the horror prompt stuff!! I haven’t read that manga, but it sounds properly terrifying! :D I do like the concept intellectually, but I’m not sure I could do it justice tbh...

ANYWAY! this was my first askbatch!! TBC tomorrow!

#askbatch #writing prompt

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carrot, not the stick

I chose to quit smoking weed on January 1st for several reasons.

First, my finances. Can’t afford 2 addictions (I’m also an alcoholic).

Second, my throat. When I go a long time smoking daily (it’s been about 4 months now, previously it was 9 months, then 3 years) my throat starts getting scratchy - too scratchy to sing well.

Thirdly, timing. See, weed is actually legal in Canada now - but the only way to get it legally is to order it online, to be received in 2-3 business days. Knowing that, in 2-3 business days, I’ll be kicking myself in the ass for ordering weed, I won’t do so when I have a craving in the moment. This is actually my own personal grand achievement: I haven’t contacted any of my illegal dealers either, who can usually get me weed in a day or less.

But soon, I believe by the summer, I’ll be able to get on a bus, go downtown, buy weed and go home in an hour. And if that becomes a possibility, I know I’ll never be able to quit. I live a 1-minute walk from both a bar and a beer store and I absolutely believe my ability to easily acquire alcohol has enabled my alcoholism.

I used to live with my parents, who had their own grow-op because they chain-smoked joints from 6am to midnight every day. Needless to say, there were ALWAYS several HUNDRED POUNDS of weed in the house. I took whatever I wanted and they never noticed, because again, literally hundreds of pounds.

And my final reason for quitting now and not later: the old adage that it takes about 3 weeks to kick a habit. I used to believe that was bullshit, but I’ve quit things before, made it three weeks, and then went on to be sober of it for months at a time.

Also, I watched my father quit smoking cigarettes in literally one week, cold turkey, WHILE my mother still chain-smoked 2 feet away from him all day. I absolutely hate my father, but that is one VERY IMPRESSIVE achievement that I’ve always wished I could do. When people ask him, he says the same thing: “I read online that after the first week, cravings only last 90 seconds or so, and I can find something to do for 90 seconds to make that time pass.” My problem is that I *don’t* have a 90-second distraction - for me, it’s just 90 seconds of agony.

While I’m not as zen about it as I’d like to be, I have been able to distract myself now and then. There are moments where I’m face-down on the bed weeping, wishing I had even just a tiny roach. But they pass, whether I distract myself or not.

So why 3 weeks? My birthday is the 23rd. If I haven’t spent a dime on weed before then, I’m buying myself a Nintendo Switch.

At first I didn’t really think that would help. But I’ve tried quitting where my only incentive was “spending less money” and it doesn’t work.

I’ve been trying to quit via the stick - negative reinforcement - rather than the carrot - incentive.

I know that, technically, since a Switch is $400 and I maybe spend $200/month on weed in a bad month, this month would be a loss financially - but if I have a weed-free February as well, then that Switch is paid for.

It’s been a week today. 2 more weeks of terrible cravings and wishing for something to break up the day. But the worst is over, that much I know - the first 2 days are always agony, but it gets easier every day. At least for me.

I actually was going to talk more about addiction and how my weed addiction is so different to my alcohol addiction, but I’ll save that for another post.

To wrap up, one more thing. I know I’m serious this time. When I had to quit EVERYTHING for at least a week before surgery, it was agony every day, because I was waiting for the 2-week post-op mark when I could start smoking again. Now that I’m not waiting for anything, now that it’s just me choosing to not contact people with weed or order it... the fact that it’s been a week and I’ve been able to weather it, I’m actually kinda proud. That’s another sign - usually I don’t even think about giving myself credit for *not* doing something. And even still a part of me goes “oh wow a whole week, you wanna cookie?” but I know firsthand how fucking hard it is and y’know, I do wanna cookie.

Stay Greater, Flamingos.

#addiction #weed #sam

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Can I ask for both NagaChi and SakaChi for the ultimate ship meme please (not sure about the policy of asking for two pairings/ones not specifically on your list for memes)? Thank you!

The list is just for reference as to the pairings I actively ship, as in the ones I’ll most likely be most enthusiastic/detailed about answering, but you can still ask for others. And multiple ships, but since this is such a long meme, I’ll do NagaChi on this response and SakaChi in a text post~

General:

How long will they last? Longer than anyone can imagine, given that Shinpachi is such a flirt that no one believes he’d settle down like this. (Little do they know that Chizuru is compelling enough to entice him to do so.)

How quickly did/will they fall in love? Not very, to be honest. If you’d told either of them that they’d end up together in the beginning, neither of them would have believed you. Their feelings did start out as brotherly-and-sisterly, but then developed outside those parameters. Both of them were in denial at first, Shinpachi much more strongly than Chizuru, but they eventually figured it out.

How was their first kiss? We saw it, but as far as I’m concerned, it came too late. They needed about fifteen more before that.

Wedding:

Who proposed? Shinpachi. We actually saw that~

Who are the best man and groomsmen? Not applicable, but the rest of the guys (Harada and Heisuke in particular) were probably there in spirit.

Who are the maid of honor and bridesmaids? Not applicable, but I like to think Sen visited and took that position in retrospect.

Who did the most planning? Shinpachi, or rather, his family. He still had a clan to return to, which is more than Chizuru could say.

Who stressed the most? Shinpachi. Chizuru was surprisingly chill about the whole thing, but Shinpachi is fully aware of his reputation and his wild youth. There was a part of him that doubted, though his guilt in response to that doubt was the bigger stressor by far.

How fancy was the ceremony? Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? Unfortunately, everyone. They’d lost track of everyone by then, and honestly didn’t want to know most of their fates.

Sex:

Who is on top? Shinpachi, generally.

Who is the one to instigate things? Usually Shinpachi, but he reeeeaaaally likes it when Chizuru makes the first move.

How healthy is their sex life? Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once or twice a week, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? Not a long time, but long enough to satisfy them both, and they often go multiple rounds.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? Yes. Shinpachi in particular is very careful with Chizuru because he hasn’t been the most generous before.

How rough are they in bed? Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? Probably just one.

How many children will they adopt? None.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? Chizuru, because Shinpachi doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing.

Who is the stricter parent? Both of them are about equally structured in their style, which is to say, not a lot… but don’t cross certain lines.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? Chizuru, because Shinpachi tends to get involved.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Chizuru for sure.

Who is the more loved parent? Both of them, but Chizuru acts more like a parent and is a lot better at helping out when needed (and discerning when she’s needed in the first place), so she probably wins by a small margin.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Chizuru, if they existed in this setting.

Who cried the most at graduation? Shinpachi, if that was a thing. Not that Chizuru didn’t cry too, but Shinpachi really let loose. He’d been bottling up everything for long enough, certainly.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Both of them, but Shinpachi might actually succeed once he stops being a fugitive.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? Chizuru for sure. There are other people in the household who could technically take care of that, but she’s happy to do it.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? Shinpachi isn’t picky, but he’s more likely to get random cravings. For instance, he’ll beg Chizuru to prepare some sort of extravagant feast, and she’ll laugh and oblige.

Who does the grocery shopping? Chizuru, but sometimes Shinpachi tags along to prove that chivalry isn’t dead by carrying her purchases.

How often do they bake desserts? Quite a lot.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? Chizuru makes sure Shinpachi gets a balanced diet, since he’s not so picky that he cares that much anyway.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? Shinpachi is more likely to help have one made, since Chizuru works so hard in the kitchen all the time. If he tried it on his own, the results would likely be disastrous.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? Shinpachi. He likes going out on the town, especially if it means showing off his lovely wife. Giving her a break from cooking and showing his generosity is a huge bonus, too.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? Shinpachi.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? Chizuru, but she has Shinpachi wrapped around her little finger, so it’s not too hard to get him to help. Again, other people could technically take care of it, but she likes being able to maintain her own space.

Who is really against chores? Shinpachi. But Chizuru is more than capable of offering him rewards and incentive.

Who cleans up after the pets? They don’t keep pets.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? Shinpachi. Chizuru always notices, but doesn’t say anything.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? Both of them are fairly uptight given that ‘guests’ could mean anything from old friends to deadly enemies, but Chizuru tends to fret more over the little details.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? Shinpachi. He kept it.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? Shinpachi. He remembers times when he didn’t get to relax for as long as he wanted, so he’s decided to make up for it now. Often, Chizuru joins him.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? They don’t have one, mostly because Shinpachi is almost like a puppy already.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? Always. Their clan is rather festive, and having lived through a number of life-threatening events, Shinpachi in particular is enthusiastic about celebrating life.

What are their goals for the relationship? Just staying alive and together is enough at this point. Love will do the rest.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Shinpachi. And, quite often, he does. He still has nocturnal tendencies and gets sleepy in the sunlight, even if it’s no longer painful.

Who plays the most pranks? Shinpachi, but they’re always benign.

#asked #answered #nagachi #headcanons #thanks for asking!!

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