#they both enjoy free cat therapy
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ML Cat Cafe AU!
Sometimes when Marinette is finished with her coffee (or is told she's had enough) she'll spend some time playing with the cats. This often ends up with her talking at the cats and venting out random frustrations. They're good listeners and she finds it relaxing.
Adrien has no idea what she's rambling about most of the time, but he doesn't find her behaviour at all weird. He talks to the cats all the time too! (And he's just glad she has more reason to stop by)
#they both enjoy free cat therapy#i'll porbaby write this fic eventually#but until then are people liking the doodles?#ml cat cafe#adrien agreste#marinette dupain cheng#plagg#miraculous ladybug#miraculous fanart#miraculous ladybug fanart#selkie draws
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I’d love to hear your thoughts on what Eldritch peredhel entail
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Sorry this took so long @outofangband and thank you for asking this I am! Delighted! And am preemptively putting a read more down because I cannot shut up about they <3
alright I'm just gonna put stuff and headcanons down as they occur to me so expect low-moderate levels of coherency
shapeshifting is an obvious one (gets weaker down the generations) but because my brain is Like This I have caveats!
thanks to my whole peredhil things=gender allegory that my brain spit out without my permission I've long struggled against my inherent feeling that while they can shapeshift they don't like it
but because I'm now aware of my brain's reasoning I can say it's because of ✨fantasy dysphoria✨
that's oversimplifying, obviously, but peredhil already have so much issues with working through who and what they are and compromising between body and mind and spirit that actively choosing to change into/present as something/someone who They Are Not is. Not usually their cup of tea.
As a whole they tend to have specific forms that they prefer as being closer to themselves, and distinct enough that it doesn't feel like they're faking something they're not
(changing to look like a different person, or a edited version of themself is Very Very not fun unless either explicitly for disguise or shenanigans)
(the exception to this is that Luthien can make herself look almost perfectly human without any real issue. she doesn't do it often but especially as she ages she likes to catch glimpses of her reflection and get both excited and sappy. this is in contrast to making herself look almost perfectly like an elf which makes her feel like her skin is on fire.)
(Also I'm pretty sure all of them can flip their agab presentation while only feeling varying degrees of off, and even then it's a different feeling than the shapeshifting dysphoria. Dior and Elwing are the two who I think mind it the most)
They all have the (agonizing to write) trait of feeling very distinct relationships to their species in their body vs soul/mind vs spirit/fea and they all feel it very differently! This isn't exclusive to Luthien's line but the maia blood does make it worse.
Oh! This is a new headcanon of mine actually but!
They all have faces that are very very hard to capture in image. They are the bane of portrait artists (and, to a degree, sculptors) everywhere because the art never looks accurate to life
It's not blatantly off it's just. missing something? Or something was added? maybe it's a little too wide, or narrow, or long, or short, in one place or another
It's not unrecognizable but if you've ever seen the subject in real life you can just tell
It's especially bad with Luthien (and Daeron) and Dior (to a lesser extent) because everyone literally sees them differently, as in their features will be slightly different depending on what each person finds attractive/aesthetically appealing and beautiful
(not a lot, again, it's not unrecognizable, but there has never and will never be any accurate depiction of Luthien as she was as a person)
(as a concept, though, as the most beautiful creature to have ever existed in Arda, a little of her image exists in every portrait lovingly made of a beloved spouse, every child's drawing of their family, in biological sketches of songbirds and field mice, in a sculpture of a stranger's face. Daeron remembers his sister perfectly, but he collects these regardless)
(Arwen, Luthien come again, isn't described as such by her grandparents. Galadriel and Celeborn both knew Luthien, and while Arwen and her father both look as closely to her as genetically possible, to those who actually know them both it's nothing more than uncanny family resemblance. Luthien was to most a concept personified, Arwen is a person with concepts imposed on her.)
The list of people who have seen Luthien how she actually, physically, defaultly is, essentially consists of Melian, Daeron, Beren, and Dior
Beren doesn't see her as she is right away because he doesn't know her right away, but they learn about each other and she shows herself and he sees her and by the time she rescues him from Tol-im-Gaurhoth there are no echoes on her face
(He's always a little bit haunted that he nearly died without realizing he'd never quite seen the truth of her before)
Neither Thingol or Beren can quite see their own features on their children's faces. They clearly take after their mothers, after all!
(This leads to much affectionate eye-rolling on Melian and Luthien's part)
Hair stuff!
It's alive! kinda! it's definitely not normal hair!
It moves a lot on its own. Sometimes like a breeze is blowing where there isn't one. Sometimes more like tentacles. It depends on its mood.
They've got some very pretty traditional cosmic horror vibes swirling around on their heads. It's very sparkly and colorful but in a Forbidden Shrimp Colors that your brain is unable to comprehend way so it reads as iridescent black mostly, or holographic white, where applicable
Luthien's hair actually is a glimpse into space, Daeron's is a glance at a star
(Luthien's magic hair cloak survives, I think, into the 4th age and beyond, though if anyone/anything has found it they certainly don't know the origins of the beautifully intricate living star map. It has seen the reign of countless north stars, yet the lines always point to the same coordinates- where the ancient, sunken, ruined remains of what once was Tol-im-Gaurhoth lay)
Speed round!
Fangs and talons and horns oh my! Are they tooth and keratin and bone, or are they petrified wood and gem and stone? Yes!
They all smell a little like ozone and a lot like petrichor, flowers, and Green. If you've smelled green you know what I'm talking about. Also, unfortunately, like bird. Birds don't smell great, especially wet bird.
Weird Foresight Powers++
(Most of them don't have actual foresight, but all of them are more in-tune with the Song than is natural for an incarnate)
Their eyes glow, most notably in the dark, unless the irises turn black as they sometimes do. They are also all unnaturally bright versions of the less-spooky parent's- Dior's are gold, Elwing's are blue-green like a tropical sea (Elured and Elurin split the color between them- ultramarine and emerald), Elrond and Elros have pale star-gold, Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen all have silver.
(Daeron and Luthien being the exception again, because I decided they have Melian's eyes before I decided this, and I don't know what color eyes Thingol has. Watsonianly: Melian's spooky genes overwrite a lot. Luthien's genotype is probably much closer to his than her magically overwritten phenotype)
Their sclerae turn black and their pupils white, on occasion, usually when using powers
They don't bleed right. It's a little too red for an elf, a little too light for a human, and it shines strange as it beads like quicksilver on the skin
They have very shiny, cool skin. Luthien looked like her's was silver plate under a stretched stocking, the rest toned it down from there but it's still noticeable.
The Song is. Attached to them. They are all very much Main Characters. Their lives have a clear story arc with symbolism and narrative parallels. They are all subconsciously aware that their lives are a fairytale, whether tragic or no, and yes this has many Implications and affects. They are not the only ones like this, but they are the only ones who, to some level, know they are in a story.
This is the fundamental separation between them and everyone else.
The difference in how they perceive themselves between heart soul and spirit is very difficult to explain and understand, but not impossible to someone who knows them and is willing to put in the work.
The life-long knowledge that they are Important to the Song and their every choice and event they experience and their mere existence serves a greater purpose in a way that most other people simply do not- that's very, very isolating.
No one else can understand how they see the world. Very very few people are willing to try, and even fewer in a way that's not frustrating. There is a reason most of them find only one person to latch on to outside of their family, and a reason they hold on through hell and high water.
(This is about being neurodivergent)
#asks#outofangband#eldritch peredhil#gonna go into more detail about preferred shape forms here bc it's important to me but not relevant lol#luthien: nightingale/s (obviously) but also a starling and to a lesser extent various other birds- preference toward passerine and raptors#wolf and deer are both fine- wolf especially for snuggles- she can go bat and enjoy it but only after thuringwethil#(which is a whole thing for her to unpack)#dior: cat (male calico specifically) wolf and bat#and then a kingfisher starling nightingale red-crowned crane and a bird of prey (currently thinking maybe a swallow-tailed kite?)#e^2 1.0 don't actually have the same feeling towards shapeshifting bc of the whole consumed by doriath to become Entities thing#so they're closer to maiar vibes-wise than even luthien entirely was#elwing: starling beach mouse and then pretty much most seabirds#but on the whole Song's Specialist Little Guys thing#obviously its up to individual philosophy on if free will can exist in the face of Destiny#my opinion is yes but i think all of them have a different take#luthien thinks no but is happy/fine with this and thinks its very romantic. daeron also thinks no but is resigned and ultimately content.#neither of them understand the average person being deeply uncomfortable at the idea of the lack of free will#their mom is a maia this is just normal to them#dior thinks yes at first but flips around a lot through his life#its a pretty hard no post-death but when he gets reembodied he becomes deeply aware that he is No Longer Important but nothing changes so??#elwing thinks absolutely not and uses this to cope. she feels like she has so little agency already#at least if it's cosmic there's nothing she could've done#at least if it's cosmic her mistakes are worth something#(she needs so much therapy)#earendil is the only spouse who comes to fully understand this. he cant decide what he thinks. every option seems horrifying in its own way#elrond and elros both think yes and use this to cope. they can be better. they can make things better.#there may be a story but they can make it a happy one.#they're people and that has to count for something.
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wine red, tears gold - chapter 7, end.
king aegon II x baratheon ofc
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this is the end! i know i said 2 more chapters after the last, but i really couldn't stretch this into two without losing -- it is hopefully a good ending and does justice for both lyanna and aegon.
only one song choice for this chapter as i feel like it encapsulates their relationship to a tee and i've been waiting to use it. even if it isn't you type of music, i'd really recommend reading the lyrics to see what i mean!
thank you for following along on this journey with me, this was my first time writing aegon and again, i hope i've done him justice. i enjoyed exploring his complex character immensely and i hope you all enjoyed reading him.
enjoy. ❤️ please feel free to leave any aegon requests in my inbox, this won't be the last time i write him, i promise!
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content: smut (specifics below cut), canon typical misogyny, canon typical violence, angst, fluff, arranged marriage, touch-staved aegon, aegon isn't a r*pist in this au but he is still a bad person and has his vices, ofc and aegon need to go to therapy together, justice for jaehaera, awkward sex, kind of a slow burn, infidelity, child loss
one day the only butterflies left will be in your chest as you march towards your death - bring me the horizon & amy lee
warnings: p in v
There were few things Lyanna really preferred about King’s Landing over Storm’s End– it smelled of shit and was riddled with vipers, whereas Storm’s End was full of boarish, thick skulled men with blades in place of their brains, less akin to use diplomacy to settle matters but rather their axes.
King’s Landing diplomacy was the same in a way, except without axes and with barbed tongues, dripping venom behind each carefully placed word. It was a task in itself to keep sane with the amount of people who tried to get something from her– kissing her hands, sending her beautiful dresses, exotic fruits and honeyed words.
‘Sign this, your grace.’
‘May I possibly have this, your grace.’
‘In exchange, your grace, please, provide us this.’
It was tiring. Soul suckingly so. Some days she felt akin to a lemon with its juices sucked out, nothing left but the skin and seeds and pulp, rotting in the sun. But, she supposed, there was one thing she did like about King’s Landing.
The sun.
It was resplendent here, unyielding in its warmth and caress over the gentle waves of the bay, orange and yellow tinge lighting up the horizon. She awoke in the morn, scantily clad, walking to her open balcony– but not quite walking out onto the landing– and basking in the sun like a fat cat, moving with the sun as it made its journey over the sky.
Sometimes Aegon was there, too, following along at her heels like a lost puppy. It was the norm nowadays, over eleven moons since her miscarriage, since Aegon’s confession, since his will to turn over a new leaf. Where Lyanna went, Aegon followed. She held him like a child each night, and they would curl into one another– but they had yet to couple since the miscarriage, both of them maintaining a dry spell for the better part of a year.
It was a test, in a way, for Aegon. He had denounced spirits and whores and all manner of sinful things, hardly gracing his own chambers anymore, preferring Lyanna’s. But, Aegon was a creature of habit, and always needed something to have, to obsess over as his own. Lyanna was part of that thing, but she kept him at an arm’s length emotionally, partaking in only the need for closeness with him in their bed, skin to skin– but never anything beyond it. Soft caresses, arms held together, one tucked into the other. They didn’t exchange many words during these times, only gentle sighs and hums of contentment, or nudges of discomfort if one’s elbow was poking into the other’s ribs.
The other thing Aegon had succumbed to was food– he replaced his daily intake of alcohol with food, and filled out quite nicely in turn. Before, he’d been a scrawny thing, the bulk of his daily caloric intake being just alcohol, and the calories burned off in succession with his rigorous trips to the brothel. But now, he ate three meals, each of them with Lyanna, except for breakfast. Breakfast was still reserved only for Alicent, Lyanna and Jaehaera– Aegon would eat in solitude quickly and wait outside of Alicent’s solar, waiting for Lyanna. Where he had shown ribs before, he had gained some mass, filling in his clothes.
Lyanna quite liked him this way, soft and plush– he was nice to lay upon.
She knew that he still had needs, as a man, and the time he’d gone without a woman, only using his own fist for pleasure, was certainly long. She was proud of him, in a way, that he overcame his baser instincts to try and better himself.
But, she felt guilty as well. He would try to make advances, of course, a gentle touch to her bare thigh, a kiss to her neck, an accidental brush to her nipple– all ways that were increasingly enticing for her. She just wasn’t ready, and she made him know that and respect it.
This usually ended in him sulking to the privy with his tail between his legs, more likely than not to take himself in his fist.
And so it was, for those months. But a whole year passed since Aeron’s passing– the winds were changing.
–
“The council meeting is adjourned, unless anyone has anything to say otherwise.” Lyanna spoke, adjusting her rings absentmindedly.
Otto Hightower spoke up, clearing his throat. His hair had gone gray in the year’s time, and he was getting on in age– the war in previous years had taken its toll on every surviving member of the family in their own ways, and Otto had been the most adept at hiding it, until it became too much to hide. The previous week, he had been walking the corridors at an ungodly hour, looking for Helaena. His mind was turning against him. “The matter… of succession, your grace. The king should name his heir sooner than later, little Jaehaerys is nearing ten years of age, and is unbetrothed. Mayhaps… we should propose a betrothal to Rhaenyra’s daughter, Visenya.”
The council looked at Otto, their eyes wide. No one breathed, nor said a word; they didn’t know how to deal with such a thing, as Otto was usually the one who dealt with it– his mind, once as sharp as a whip, was now a dulled leather belt.
Lyanna glanced at Aegon nervously, who sat up in his chair at the mention of Jaehaerys. “Grandsire,” he began, “That is… a splendid idea. I shall send a raven on the morrow to Rhaenyra upon Dragonstone.”
Otto, in his addled wits, had become fond of Aegon. The old man smiled, nodding. “Good, my boy. Very good. I have no more contestment– I do believe it’s high noon, Aemond and Ser Cole will be in the training yard, so I must depart.”
Lyanna frowned, watching as Otto left. In a way, she felt him losing his mind was a fitting punishment for his culpability in the war. And yet, it pained her to see him so… lost. Like a kite with no strings, floating upon the breeze until it inevitably hits the ground.
As Otto left, one of the other lords spoke up. “The Hand… does bring a good point, your grace. The matter of succession is still undecided. The… tragedy of the first babe leaves the realm waiting.”
Lyanna opened her mouth to speak, but Aegon cut her off, leaning forward in his chair. His hair had grown much longer now, past his shoulders in white curls, moving with him as he steepled his hands on the table. “The first babe has a name, Lord Wylde. Aeron, is his name, and you shall address my son as such when speaking of him,” he snapped. “The queen is still recovering from the traumatic ordeal of his birth, and we shall give her the time that she needs. Anyone who speaks a word more of succession shall lose their tongue. My patience for this council’s schemes has ran out. Consider this the only warning.” Aegon pushed off from his chair, snatching his Sunfyre colored ball and stashing it in his pocket. “Council dismissed.”
Lyanna watched as the lords rushed out of the room hurriedly, each one bowing their head in subservience to the King and Queen. Soon enough, it was just the two of them left. She didn’t speak a word, watching as Aegon paced, his hand twitching. He glanced at Lyanna a few times before walking to her and pulling out her chair. “My lady,” he muttered, his voice somewhat faraway.
She straightened out her dress, standing up. “Thank you,” she responded, looking up at him. His face was much clearer now, not addled by dark circles under his eyes, nor the constant blush of intoxication. But his eyes themselves were still tired, still haunted. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, reaching out her hand to grasp his. “For dispatching Lord Wylde.”
Aegon huffed, squeezing his wife’s hand. “I wish they would give it up– as if this whole situation wasn’t the cause of the war in the first place. Blind fucking idiots,” he grumbled, a calloused thumb wafting over her palm. In lieu of going to the brothels, he often would take out Sunfyre for flights, sometimes up to three or four times a day, his hands calloused and blistered from climbing up and down the saddle.
Lyanna inspected his hand, delicate finger tracing over the blisters– some fresh. “You must wear gloves, Aegon,” she chastised softly, “Your hands have become so rough.”
“I don’t like gloves, you know that,” he snorted. “They ruin the experience, can’t reach out and touch my boy’s scales, really feel them, with gloves on, now can I?”
Rolling her eyes, she dropped Aegon’s hand from her own. “I suppose not,” she contended, leaning back against the council table. She looked him up and down, her heart still feeling a bit tender from how gallantly he came to Aeron’s defense. The sun shined from the open balcony windows, illuminating his longer curls, and the rubies upon the Conqueror’s crown. His figure was solid, casting a shadow that could only be described as kingly. Lyanna blinked profusely, feeling a long locked away sensation bubble in her stomach, a heat coming to her face.
“What?” he asked, staring right at her. He had become so attuned to her, as they practically were fused to the hip at every waking moment.
“N-nothing,” she murmured, looking away. If he looked into her eyes, he would see exactly what she was feeling. Desire.
He stepped forward, a hand under her chin as he tipped her head up to face him. Their gazes locked and it only took a moment for him to flash her that dazzling, aggravating, lovely smile. “Do you like my hands soft?”
“... yes.”
His calloused palm rested completely under her jaw now, thumb and forefinger encapsulating her as he tried to eke out the secret she was hiding. “Why is that?”
“Aegon– don’t tease me.” she mumbled, eyes darting everywhere but upon his face.
“I’m not teasing, merely asking,” he got closer, the smug aura bleeding off of him like a sickly perfume. “Why so bashful, my queen?”
She felt her heart in her throat at their close proximity. They were close at night, even closer than this, but the energy charged around them was… different. It was something that they hadn’t experienced in a long time. Her mind went to how rough their last time had been together, how he fucked her like he hated her, like he hated himself– she didn’t want that now. She wanted… something different. She had to take control now and reel him in, if this was truly going to happen. “You’re teasing,” Lyanna hummed, the mood shifting as she leaned forward, grasping him by the collar of his doublet and pulling him to her. Her knee rested upon his clothed crotch in a testing manner. “Or, am I?”
His entire demeanor changed then, his hand falling from her jaw to rest on her arm. His hunched shoulders slumped as he pressed into her knee, his arousal becoming quite clear. “Y-you are,” he whispered, “my queen.” Aegon’s lip pouted slightly.
Pulling him downward then, their lips met for the first time in almost a year. It wasn’t aggressive or dominant like before– it was slow and meticulous, as if they were getting used to one another again. He tasted like orange, which he had been snacking on before the meeting. She tasted like lavender tea… it was all so familiar, yet distant. Lyanna’s idea of control slowly faded as they both surrendered to one another, tongues tasting and dancing as if they had all of the time in the world. They were both at each other’s mercy, both gentle as they undressed each other– as much as they could in the council room, anyhow. Lyanna unbuckled his trousers, sliding them down and grabbing a handful of his bottom, which was fleshy and pert now. His hands pulled down her bodice and squeezed at her breasts softly, rolling a nipple between his middle and forefinger.
It didn’t take much time for Aegon to ruck up her skirts and sink himself into her, slowly. Their mouths parted, still ghosting over one another as they drank in moans and whimpers as he bottomed out. It was still a tight squeeze and a wonderfully intense stretch. They didn’t need to speak, they didn’t want to– both were enjoying one another’s noises; Aegon’s heavy panting, coupled with Lyanna’s breathy moans into his ear.
They found solace and comfort, truly, for the first time in their marriage. It wasn’t fucking out of duty, nor jealousy, nor hatred. It was… love. It was because they wanted to, because they both wanted one another.
Because they both loved each other.
They’d never said it before, but the inkling of it had begun a few months before. Lyanna’s heart clenched as she stared into Aegon’s eyes, wide and violet, so full of devotion as he thrusted into her. It was on the precipice of both of their tongues– something that would change everything.
“I love you,” Lyanna whispered.
“I love you,” Aegon responded.
It wasn’t a perfect relationship by any means, and was difficult at best. They could never fix each other’s scars, never mend the broken, never resurrect the dead– but, in that moment, as they truly made love for the first time, it became more bearable.
Isn’t that all that anyone could ask for?
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Another two years in Westeros passed. The sun was still shining brightly over the horizon, pouring through the glass windows atop the throne room. Hundreds were gathered in the masses from all over the continent.
Otto had stepped down as Hand and taken a backseat to politics– he wasn’t in the present at all any longer, muttering of the past and beyond, and stayed near his daughter in a wheeled chair, blanket over his legs.
Alicent had trimmed her hair short and stopped wearing green, rather, matching Lyanna’s choices of gold and white.
Jaehaera stood next to her father, dressed in blue and white, like her mother always wore.
Aegon didn’t sit on the throne, but stood in front of it, hand on the small of Lyanna’s back.
Lyanna pressed close to Aegon and Jaehaera, holding a babbling one year old upon her hip with one arm. A son– named Rhaenor, who had a head of white curls, and deep brown eyes. Her other hand was caressed on her stomach, which was swollen once again with child.
“I’d like to thank you all for gathering here today,” Aegon started, his voice booming through the throne room, silencing any chatter. “There has been some speculation on when the queen and I would formally name our heir. I won’t keep the realm waiting any longer. I, Aegon of House Targaryen, second of my name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm– formally name my heir,” he paused for a moment, ever basking in the moment. “Jaehaera Targaryen will succeed me as the ruler of the realm.”
There were whispers in the crowd but they were once again silenced. “We shall not repeat the errors of the past. My word and decree now is just and binding, not to be rescinded. My son, Rhaenor, will not succeed me, nor any other sons or children of mine. Jaehaera Targaryen is my heir.”
–
Jaehaera Targaryen succeeded Aegon Targaryen, second of his name, after he abdicated the crown at age sixty-two, focusing on helping dragons make a return after the near decimation of them from the Dance. He, with the help of his son Rhaenor, hatched five dragon eggs upon the Dragonmount, saving them from near extinction.
Aegon passed in his sleep at age eighty-five, surrounded by his five children and dozen grandchildren, as well as his fiercely loyal wife, Lyanna.
Lyanna passed one moon after Aegon.
Her dreams became real– she was young again, toes dipped in the pond with Aeron next to her, and Aegon next to him.
A few more figures approached from the darkness near the edges of the pond, white haired and violet eyed.
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OCTONAUTS HEADCANONS + canon sprinkles part 2
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PROFESSOR NATQUIK
— late 50s or early 60s
— speaks Russian and English (with a Russian accent, like he replaces “w” with “v” like “vas” and “z” like “zat”)
— if he gets pissed off, he’ll have the craziest Russian accent that you’ll think he’s trying to summon an ancient devil or something
— isn’t usually a drinker but flavored vodka hits different (he’s Russian, like be fr)
— Calico Jack and him are chaotic besties
— sometimes, if he doesn’t know what to respond, he just kind of goes 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻
— taught Barnacles how to do field research when he was a Polar Bear Scout (canon ofc)
— always carries at least two forms of radio/some kind of long range communication on him at all times after being stranded in the Antarctic; he does not risk sh*t .
— when he lost connection to the radios he spent hours freaking out, while trying to fix the connection, causing him to slightly go insane + due to being alone for so long
— befriended the penguins in the Antarctic and they got him food and such (here)
— has ✨trauma✨ (he’s in need of therapy)
— a bit paranoid
— his fear response, fight or flight, is fight
— can’t sleep with noise; a lot of sounds keeps him alert since his ears are sensitive and therefore he wouldn’t be able to sleep, he’s used to the silence of the Antarctic
— a father figure to Barnacles (and Bianca)
— adding: Barnacles gave him a father’s day present as a cub once and they both cried
— any even just slightly traumatized child he comes across, he adopts (that’s his kid now)
— if he sees someone that he cares about cry he becomes a Dad™
— the only one who has seen Barnacles lose his temper / have a full-on breakdown
— gets frustrated quite easily
— hasn’t had a home-cooked meal in YEARS; if you gave him, like, hot soup, he’d cry pt.1
— part of the Old Mens Squad™
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RANGER MARSH
— in his 50s
— ✨a Florida man✨, need I say more?
— has definitely wrestled an alligator before at least once and then acted like it’s normal (“why are you shocked? this is a typical tuesday”)
— sleeps like a brick no matter what; could possibly sleep through an earthquake
— uses the same catchphrases as Tweak; he’s the one she got them from!
— has no idea how advanced technology works but is learning and doing his Best™
— Tweak wants to fix his radio because it’s falling apart but he insists that it works fine (“I can’t even hear you when you call!” “That’s because you live in the ocean” “LET ME FIX IT”) .
— Tweak chewed on his hat when she was a kid and that’s why his hat has that bite mark (he refuses to buy a new hat because this one carries a memory of Tweak and he adores it)
— lowkey a dad to 90% of the Everglades creatures; they’re like family to him
— enjoys Florida Man memes; when he sees one he just goes “haha, I did that once,” and Tweak nods along knowingly and the others are like “???” (except Dashi, who is the one sending them to him either herself or through Tweak)
— sometimes sounds the Octo-alert just to talk to Tweak; free Tweak button
— part of the Old Mens Squad™
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CALICO JACK
— late 60s
— the oldest Octo-Agent (may or may not deny it)
— has a Caribbean origin
— his mom was a Calico cat, hence his name Calico Jack
— his fear response, fight or flight, is flight; tends to panic when he realizes he made a mistake (lets out curses when no one’s around)
— kind, but not nice: before Kwazii was born, he was a merciless pirate like the others, but once Kwazii was born? Dude did a total 180° and always tried to positively influence his grandson, wanting him to be kind
— adding: since Kwazii was already starting to take after the pirate side of him and does get mistaken for his grandfather Calico Jack most likely got scared that something would happen to Kwazii, so mayhaps Jack went on a spree finding all his enemies (thinking they might mistake Kwazii for him and attack) like Whitebeard, Pirate King, all of em and ‘took care of them’ so to speak
— has seen some truly weird and scary sh*t
— can’t sleep without noise; if it’s quiet he assumes that he’s in danger and therefore cannot sleep
— has ✨trauma✨
— adding: possibly in denial about it
— Pete is his Emotional Support Birb™
— hasn’t had a home-cooked meal in YEARS; if you gave him, like, hot soup, he’d cry pt.2
— Tweak tried to offer him a new, modern prosthetic but he refused because “it isn’t the pirate way”
— considered the greatest cat pirate ever; but what actually has meaning to Jack, is that Kwazii thinks he’s the greatest
— adding: definitely cried when he learnt that Kwazii thinks he’s great
— actually has a bad eye (unlike Kwazii) but can still see with it, just not very well
— has a sea-farer’s accent like his grandson, only deeper and gruffer in tone
— also, slightly less quick to blame mythical creatures for strange things that he and the Octonauts encounter
— since Kwazii originally thought that Jack died a long time ago, but found him alive in the Amazon, and pretty much able to leave whenever he wanted, Jack was most likely just hiding from the world (a mood tbh)
— like Ranger Marsh, pretends to sound the Octo-alert on accident to talk to Kwazii; free Kwazii button (he blames it on Pete)
— part of the Old Mens Squad™
-ˋˏ ༻ ♡ ༺ ˎˊ-
PAANI
— late 20s
— Indian (canon but like, adding it anyway)
— a hydrologist (again, canon, but anyway)
— autistic? possibly.
— can sometimes take others too literally or not catch certain social cues immediately
— has a tendency to get attached to inanimate objects very easily
— despite how acquainted he becomes with most creatures on his travels, he struggles to keep closer friendships— probably has some kind of attachment issues
— has a habit of doing things without asking first, or like, considering how his actions may indirectly affect others before doing them, in the name of The Greater Good™
— is a lot like Kwazii but also has a lot of the same qualities as Barnacles ; the reason why he ends up in trouble is because he jumps in to protect creatures (without thinking much)
— definitely imitates Kwazii’s sea-farer’s accent and is actually kind of good
— taller than Kwazii (and teases him about it)
— gay or demiromantic demisexual
— impulsive and acrobatic
— sleeps in the most random positions that make you think how the f is he comfortable
— makes Kwazii reflect on his own actions because Paani does the same kind of stupid reckless sh*t that he does, so now it’s Kwazii who’s gotta to be like “you should have asked for help!” while Paani’s just like “I didn’t think I’d need it :3” (truly a Barnacles moment /hj)
— adding: Kwazii and Paani have a shared love for cooking, eating snacks, tiny/baby animals and telling stories
— sometimes visits Kwazii on the Octopod, holds story-telling nights with him and the Vegimals, and bakes with them
— enjoys surfing and paddle boarding a lot; goes with Dashi sometimes
— skilled at tracking storms and usually wants to see it up close (Kwazii agrees)
— likes birds a lot and has some kind of ability to bond with them easily
— got some sort of trauma; may or may not be aware of this (either in denial or has accepted it)
— favorite food is the jackfruit
— his comfort food is his Paani’s Patties and he brings them literally everywhere he goes
— when he gets excited about water, he kind of just forgets his surroundings and just talks and talks until someone stops him— because otherwise he’ll just keep going
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MIN
— in her 60s? (I mean she’s in the same age range as Inkling since they’re old friends so)
— Chinese (canon, but adding it anyway)
— canon, but met Inkling when he got stuck clinging to bamboo after a storm, and saved him by carrying him down
— extremely flexible and talented when it comes to climbing trees/jumping through bamboo; she can jump high and flip while climbing rocky cliffs
— precise and accurate when drawing maps that it’s like black magic or something
— hosts tea parties with Inkling sometimes (and sometimes the others tag along!)
— sometimes hangs out with Ranger Marsh, Natquik and Calico Jack (the Old Mens Squad™)
— adding: she’s an honorary member of the Old Mens Squad™
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BIANCA
— mid 30s or late 30s, the younger twin
— Canadian; she and her cubs live in a den in the Arctic, Northern Canada
— sometimes visits Pearl or has calls with her
— strong but nowdays isn’t just as strong as Barnacles; doesn’t stop her from calling him ‘Feather Paws’ though
— grew up with Barnacles as her only family
— learned independence and self-reliance at a young age, especially in the Polar Scouts
— when she heard the ship MV Manitoba, that Barnacles was on, crashed during a big storm she immediately went to look for him
— knows Russian because of Natquik
— doesn’t really admit it, but in a way, also sees Natquik as a father figure (maybe not as much as Barnacles does, but nevertheless)
— polar bears are the most carnivorous of the bear family, so she eats a lot of meat
— can handle a hot climate but not for very long; so she usually stays in the Arctic with the cubs (also since they can’t handle hot climate)
— sleeps with a picture of her and Barnacles
— when Barnacles comes to visit them in the Arctic and stays the night or two, Bianca and the cubs cuddle with him
— tells stories to Orson and Ursa about their Uncle Barnacles’ and her childhood
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PEARL
— early 30s, older than Shellington
— a marine biologist
— has knowledge to everything there is to know about kelp forests and kelp plants
— looked after Shellington a lot when they were kids (has slight Older Sister Syndrome™)
— Scottish (yes I know otters don’t live there but idc, she and Shellington were born there end of discussion)
— now lives in British Columbia, Canada
— sometimes visits Bianca in the Arctic or has calls with her
— a bit more serious than Shellington and not as clumsy
— facetimes Shellington every week or Shellington facetimes her
— unlike Shellington, she’s not allergic to anything and also eats almost anything
— the Vegimals call her aunt (she finds it cute)
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NOTE : WILL BE UPDATED WHEN I FIND / COME UP WITH NEW STUFF !
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GOM Headcanon
Kise
He has very dry skin. He follows his skin care religiously
He has both a huge prize AND degredation kink.
Every thursday he goes to Caribbean dances and has a regular partner for the bachata
He got a degree in something with fashion and marketing. Still working as a model and influencer during the college years.
After he goes works with his sisters in their fashion company
He and Midorima fucked few times between the Teiko and the High school
He's a little bit of a whore (especially at the club half drunk)
Absolutely adores to give orals. Yes let me suck you off sir please
Very good at it
Had a huge crush for Aomine during Teiko, but nothing happened
His romantic relationship never last long (monogamy problem)
He is poly
Feels trapped in a monogamous relationship
Very closed to his sister in the adult age
Vegetarian (vegan at home)
Has a little tattoo for each miracles (like a frog for Midorima, a cherry flower for Momoi..)
Akashi
Lactose intollerant
Aroace King (kise told him about ace people and Midorima confirmed the existence)
Degree in philosophy
Sojio professional player just for saying he has a job (not really need one)
After the winter cup he had pretty bad episodes of depression and eaten alive from his guilt.
But with the power of friendship (Mibuchi had called the miracles for and intervention) and therapy he got better
He would need a heavy session of consensual BDSM (he subs)
He and his dad ignore each other basically
Didn't took well the death of his horse, and after that doesn't want any more pets
He and Midorima suggest books each other
Doesn't drink, but can handle alcool pretty good
He play golf with the mother side of the family
Totally an addicted to
Only the Gom knows that he was diagnoed DID (dissocative identity disorder)
He would be a perfect menwife
Doesn't like to drive
Midorima
Doctor bccouse his daddy told him to
He and Takao got married at some point
His best man was Akashi
His dad was kind of homophobic, but had a change of heart
For each birthday he does the the natal chart of all the Gom + takao and Kagami
Can't hendle alcool (no at all, like half beer and he is WASTED)
Takao is an architect and he designed their house
Doesn't talk before his coffe
Morning person (after the coffe), Takao is not
Still listen to the oroscop every morning and brings the luck item (Takao is forced to have his too)
Has a thing for dirt talk (Takao doesn't complaint)
Still play piano and composes song for Takao
Would like to have a kid or two
Rei Ryugazaki (from free!) are cousins
Every sunday the have a lunch with the over miracles in their home
Aomine
His career in the NBA (because yes he entred) has benn pretty short for injuries
so he come back in Japan and makes the delivery for the flower/ plant shop of Sakurai.
in the US he and kagami lived togher, but they were in diffrent teams
He adoped a dog he found on the side of a road
Really like beers of all kind and flavors
Decent cook
He and Kuroko fucked everywhere in Teiko. But like everywhere, not corridor, bathroom, storege room or class was safe (they enjoyed)
He and Kagami had drunk and angry sex in the US times
Prefers women (boobs)
As an adult he went to therapy and understood what was wrong during the last years in middle school (depression time)
He and Momoi are big fan of horror movies
Very warm person
Can't stand gloves
Kuroko
Cold hands
He and Kagami moved in together, but neither of them belives in marriege
Kuroko would love a cat, but Kagami is allergic
He works in a kindergarten
and come home full of drawings of the kids
Doesn't want to have children though
Exhibitionist kink
Having sex is a park in the middle of the night
Kagami usually cooks and he drives
Brings his kindle everywhere with him
He smokes a little (like two or three cigarette per day)
Murasakibara
Chronic back pain and at the joint because he grew up too fast
Acne and bad skin in general because he eats to much chocolate and sweets in general
Became a pastry chef
He, Himuro and Kagami opened a nice coffe shop
The type with cultural events, book crossing and stuff
Doesn't really like having sex. He finds it really tiring
He and Himuro have an open relationship
Ass eater king. Not a big fan of penetrative sex because he dosent't want to hurt Himuro with his huge cock.
Has a little aquarium and adores stares at the fish
Can't swim
He got diabetes at some point
Momoi
She got a degree in statistic and after a very high paid job
When Baribe went out, she and Kise went all pink
In her highshool years she did something with some girls, but she found it pretty wet. Prefers small and cute boys
Seirously considering breast reduction surgey
She and Sakurai are together
They have an adorable little dog
When Aomine was in US they used to videocall every fucking day
She and Kise are the queens of gossip
Never had smth physical with Kuroko
Very good at videgames (had a youtube chanal)
especially the shooting ones
Wears high heels at work
Adores cherry
Allergic to something stupid like kiwi or apple
During college she made a lot of female friends
Pretty dominant in bed
Good at drawing
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The "Astarion is just 'I can fix him' as a character" takes are lazy, and I say this as someone who previously fell into that trap before I played through his story.
Are you "fixing" a stray cat by making sure they have food and water and shelter? Or are you just providing basic needs that the cat should have had access to in the first place?
First, Astarion's story is about an abuse victim. It's about someone trying to escape the cycle of abuse, and dealing with feelings of fear, lack of self worth, and shame. It's not about a psychopath that you can fix with the power of love; it's about the stray cat that is hissing at you out of fear.
But even more importantly, you don't sit him down and provide special therapy to him specifically, magically solving all his problems. You provide the same thing you provide to the rest of the camp: shelter, safety, food, and companionship. These are things people are supposed to have access to *anyway*. That's not "fixing"; that's providing basic necessities that were previously denied.
Even in the pivotal moment where Astarion has a choice on whether to ascend or not, the player's role is largely secondary. You either agree to his plea for help with the ritual, or you provide your viewpoint for his consideration ("Player: I know you think this will set you free, but it won't. This power will trap you, just like it trapped Cazador."). You're not providing any more guidance than a friend might provide to you if they were worried about something you were about to do. This is an extension of basic companionship, not a magical fix via the power of love.
Mechanically, the advice is a roll for persuasion--he doesn't automatically acquiesce--which means that it is ultimately up to him to decide to take or leave that logic. Even if you consider non-ascending Astarion as "fixing", *you* aren't doing it; he's making that choice to either agree (should the roll succeed) or ignore you and do the ritual anyway (should the roll fail). If anyone gets to "fix" Astarion, it's himself. Putting that onto the player actually makes the story weaker.
So to sum up, reducing Astarion's plotline to "I can fix him" is both reductive toward his own actions, and overestimates the contributions of the player in the pivotal moment. What the player offers is the basic necessities of shelter, safety, food, and companionship; what follows in regards to his journey toward healing is largely on Astarion himself.
A final thought: if providing basic necessities sounds like "fixing" to you, maybe raise your standards, because you deserve better.
Enjoy this picture of two strays enjoying each other's company:
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15 questions for 15 friends
Tagged by @elveny and @johaerys-writes -- thank you, my loves!
ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? My mom. Apparently my dad really wanted to name me after my mom and she was like "ugh really fine" LOL. My dad is also named after his dad, who was named after his dad... REAL ORIGINAL. This is going to sound like a total humblebrag, but my mom and I are both published academic authors, so we have to use our middle initials to distinguish who published what 🙃
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Probably in therapy last Thursday LOL. Though I got a little prickly-eyed earlier this week watching the episode of ATLA where Zuko and Aang go on their lifechanging field trip to the Sun Warriors' secret village 😂❤
DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Nope! Childless by choice.
WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED? I played T-ball when I was 5 or 6 (hated it, cried so much that my parents pulled me out LMAO) and I was on the volleyball team in Grade 6. I'm left-handed and I had a habit of serving into the wall, unfortunately, and the habit got worse when I was nervous. During one game, they took pity on me so much that they paused the game until I got the ball over the net. I was fucking humiliated and have never played a team sport since then. 🤣💀 Re: other physical activities, I like dancing! I've taken a ton of different kinds of dance classes including swing, salsa, bellydancing, and Bollywood dancing, and loved all of them!
DO YOU USE SARCASM? No. Me? Never. 🙃🤣 Forreal though yes. All the time.
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Uh...! I don't know if there's any one specific thing? I usually take in an "overall impression" of appearance. Vague, but that's all I've got. If the question was "what's the first thing you notice in people you're attracted to", that might be a different story 🤣
WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR? Brown.
SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? I am going to copy Johaerys's answer and say it doesn't matter to me, as long as the story was good. But also, who says scary movies/horror media can't have happy endings?? 🤣Haunting of Hill House, anyone? (Bittersweet, maybe, but it counts as happy to me!)
ANY TALENTS? Would it be wretched if I said I feel like writing might be a talent? Whatever, I'm saying it. 🤣😅
WHERE WERE YOU BORN? In a hospital in the same city where I currently live! Which I will chose not to reveal openly! 🤣
WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? Writing! It takes up a solid 75-90% of my free time. Also gaming (which I might count into the writing time since it often becomes Research™ for the writing 🤣). I also enjoy baking and cooking, though I don't know that I'd count those as hobbies since they're necessary ADLs?
DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? A cat named Meeko. She is my daemon. We can never be apart when I am home. Case in point, a photo taken in real-time while completing this quiz:
HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5'3".
FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? Uhhh... what level of school are we talking here? In undergrad, I took an incredible linguistics/history course about writing systems, and that was probably my favourite class ever. I took a course during undergrad about different schools of psychotherapy that was pretty damned influential too.
DREAM JOB? I also loved Johaerys's answer here: "I don't think there's any sort of job anyone could do in this capitalist hellscape we're all currently living in that would be enjoyable enough to make up for, well... living in a capitalist hellscape." I'm lucky enough to work in the public healthcare system so I'm pretty safe from the worst of capitalism, I guess, though my job (speech-language pathologist) is one I chose more for practicality (certainty of employment) than because I was really passionate about it. If I could do something else and not have to worry about money, I would either want to be a fiction editor, or a sex therapist.
Tagging forward to @ranaspkillnarieth @iamcayc @heroofshield @fantasy-girl974 @hellas-himself @midnightacrobat @alyssalenko @vorchagirl @elinorbard @stuffforthestash @mwasaw @lordofthenerds97 @y0ureviltwin @ladyofthelake91 @perhapsrampancy @cha-mij and genuinely, anyone else who wants to share!!! Tag me so I can spy on your life! 🤣❤
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A Case of Ladybug Luck: Masterpost
Hello there everyone, and welcome to the waiting room of Hell! I cannot believe it's been an entire year since I started this AU and I never made this. But anyway, below you'll find a list of every chapter of A Case of Ladybug Luck, along with the fic's summary! Feel free to ask me about it, this AU is genuinely one of my favorites! It's really angsty, lots of good stuff here!
I will be updating this frequently with content from across this AU! Currently I have the main fic and the what-if fic, but more ideas are on the drawing board! You can find everything below the cut! I will be leaving the summary for ACOLL here, anyone interested is more than welcome to shoot me an ask! Please mind the tags and warnings for each chapter, and enjoy reading!
Summary: Marinette doesn't think she can keep living like this. She never told Alya her secret, and her life is in shambles. Adrien is the only one who has noticed and tried to help, but he isn't enough. Lila has them both trapped in a web of lies they can't escape from, and their friends are all taking her side, unwilling to listen to either of them. She's losing hope. At least...at least Chat Noir noticed. She still had her partner. But when an oppurtunity presents itself to Marinette, the perfect chance to get away from this hellish existence and start brand new, she takes it, leaving Paris to deal with the consequences of her actions...
A Case of Ladybug Luck:
Arc 1: End of the Line
Chapter 1: End of the Line
Chapter 2: Last Night in Paris
Chapter 3: The Butterfly Effect
Chapter 4: Perfection's Shattering
Chapter 5: The Illusion of Living
Chapter 6: Cat's Cradle
Chapter 7: Spotted Trouble
Chapter 8: Let the Masks Fall
Chapter 9: Mastermind's Confession
Chapter 10: Aftermath
Arc 2: Liar Liar...Fauxfire
Chapter 11: Investigative Journalism
Chapter 12: Kind Stranger
Chapter 13: Fault and Forgiveness
Chapter 14: Thawed out Hearts
Chapter 15: Shopping Therapy
Chapter 16: Felix
Chapter 17: Remembrance of Gold Part 1
Chapter 18: Remembrance of Gold Part 2
Chapter 19: Marching Far Away
Chapter 20: Dearest Family
Chapter 21: Burn Our Bridges Down
Chapter 22: Ashen Ghosts
Chapter 23: Liar liar...
Chapter 24: Fauxfire
Arc 3: Tying the Noose
Chapter 25: It's Always Sunny
Chapter 26: Reunion
Chapter 27: Family Secrets
Chapter 28: Argos
Chapter 29: N/A
Chapter 30: N/A
Chapter 31: N/A
Chapter 32: N/A
Chapter 33: N/A
Chapter 34: N/A
Chapter 35: N/A
Chapter 36: N/A
Chapter 37: N/A
Chapter 38: N/A
Arc 4: Shadowmoth's Final Attack
Chapter 39: Shadowmoth's Final Attack Part 1
Chapter 40: Shadowmoth's Final Attack Part 2
A Case of Ladybug Luck: What If?
Chapter 1: What if...Chloe chased after Marinette?
Chapter 2: What if...Adrien ran away from home?
TBC
More projects TBA
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Re-Re-Introductory Post
Hi! My name is Lucas (Luc or Lux works just fine!). I use he/him pronouns. I’m 26, and I’ve been writing for well over a decade now. I’ve had this blog since 2015, and I have no plans on leaving any time soon. I enjoy talking about my projects, my current character hyperfixation, and offering any nuggets of wisdom my years of writing may have produced.
I write fantasy of all flavors. While urban fantasy is my leaning, I have a couple high fantasy projects as well. My favorite thing to do is something I affectionately call frankengenres. (Perhaps a misnomer, but a fun word.) My casts are all queer of some flavor. I adore worldbuilding, with fondness for finding a reason to add wings to characters (leftover from my obsession with angels and demons), and building all new god pantheons. I like to play with concepts in my writing like morality, and trauma both personal and generational, and healing, and turning into creatures, and anything else I might be processing between therapy sessions. All of my writing is tagged under my writing, and usually the character name/project name.
My big projects I’m likely to talk about are Personal Demons, Ichor (godsuckers), Dragonmarked, or Give Me Ur Eyes (temporary title). My minor projects are many, but the ones I can remember at the moment are the Warped wip, the polyam supernatural wip, the witchy nun story, the twisted trio, opulent dreamer, tons of aus and such, and technically Lev n Fax, tho that one is “complete” in theory. Might edit it up one day if I end up self-publishing PD, since it (and a few of my minor projects) are in the same universe. Also, me and @fragmentedink wrote Hell to Pay as a collab au, and we’re in theory working on the second generation right now.
If you find my old introductory post, you’ll see that I said I had dyslexia, but in January of 2020 I went to get fully diagnosed and it turns out I just have severe ADHD that was making it hard for me to read. I was supposed to get diagnosed with autism via a specialist for adults and I... did not follow through.
I do ask you don’t tag me in tag games. I have really bad anxiety, and even though I know no one gets mad that I don’t fill them out, I still stress an awful lot when I can’t fill them out. I just don’t have the time or the energy.
My askbox is always open though! I take prompts constantly, and you’re free to ask me anything. I tend to get on at night more than daytime when it comes to asks, but I’ll get around to them eventually!
I don’t currently have an FAQ, but hey, that might be a thing in the future, I don’t know. We’ll see. There doesn’t seem to be a need just yet. Also I procrastinate real bad.
My cat’s name is Luna, and she’s fat and I love her. If you want to see her, her tag is Luna at large.
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If you wouldn’t mind doing a matchup for me, I’d appreciate it. Only characters I would like to avoid would be Adam & Valentino.
I am on the aroace spectrum. Demi for both. I am bi-oriented. My pronouns are they/them.
I am autistic so I have sensory issues. I also have social issues and would like to get a service dog specifically for DPT (deep pressure therapy, applying pressure to the body to help ground & regulate heart rate) and social interactions.
I am a big animal person. I have four pets in total right now but have had many and will have many more. I’ve had animals of all kinds, birds, reptiles, dogs, cats. I’ve even worked with horses before. Very big on animals. I prefer them to people.
I wouldn’t say I’m shy necessary, more so just traumatized. When I’m in a space I feel comfortable I’m very loud, very opinionated. I tend to use bullying as a form of affection but never let it go too far. I’m petty as fuck. I’m also very blunt and brash. In spite of that I do try to be kind and help people but if you ask me for my opinion I’m going to give you my unfiltered opinion. Yes, that dress washes you out give it away.
I enjoy writing, reading, drawing, and theater. I cook and bake a lot. I like to have things organized, obsessively so. I also enjoy dance. I specifically would like to try pole dancing but for a while I hyperfixated on swing dancing. Of course, I never had a partner though. I do try to maintain an active lifestyle by going on walks with my dogs among other things. My goal is to build up enough muscle to carry dogs of all sizes and a future partner.
My clothing style tends to lean alternative. I like blacks, purples, blues, and greens. I’m not a fan of warm toned colors but I will wear maroons. I like wearing tight fitted clothes and crop tops but I also have a special interest in historical fashion so I’ll wear just about anything.
In terms of a demon form for me specifically. . . I feel like I’d be a moth, a thylacine, or a bobcat type demon. I honestly don’t really care which as long as I get fangs because fangs should be gender affirming care.
Anyway, hugs and kisses if you want them.
- @am-i-interrupting
Your Matchup is...
Husk!
This was a bit hard because it was either him or Vaggie, but I landed on him! Mainly due to how you described your personality and I think you two would get along great and just :) i made it up to your interpretation if it's romantic or platonic! @am-i-interrupting
y'all would meet either through the hotel or during Alastor's seven year absence! most likely the latter so let's run with that for this
he was probably on his way TO the casino (as if he shouldn't just live there with how much he frequents it) when you guys bumped into each other!
one of your dogs who was a bit too friendly today decided to run up to the grump and ask to be pet
Husk being Husk immediately backs up while you're trying to apologize for the dog's action and explain it away, but Husk also isn't a complete asshole so he lets it go
but it's on his mind for the rest of the day.... and so what does he do? he takes that same path every day at the same time hoping to bump into you
after like the fifth time he finally pets the dog and you two maybe share a few words. maybe several dozen times later you two start to hang out a bit
once Alastor's back though you're sad to not have you're walking friend anymore
but when you heard Alastor was back and at a hotel you suspected that is somewhere where Husk bit be (good thing for hunches!)
i wouldn't say you'd frequent the hotel because it looks very far out, but on your more free days you might take the dogs out for a longer walk for them to see their grumpy friend
(As for the other pets, they do get to occasionally come, but only if Nifty is super busy. Only the dogs and cats aren't scared of her. Honestly I'd just be scared of her period)
"Well look who showed up here."
"You say that every week, fool. You should expect me at this point. Where is everyone?"
"Charlie and Vaggie are attempting to campaign this whole failure again, Angel is working, Sir Pentious is in that weird blimp, and Alastor is fucking somewhere."
"And Nifty?"
"Haven't figure it out."
"Good things I did not bring over the little guys then. Just the dogs."
You unclipped them from their leashes to let them roam around the main floor of the hotel, though they stuck behind the bar with Husk.
"Alastor still has you stuck here? Not even a little break?"
"Convincing that bastard to give me a break is like pulling teeth outta a bear. Never gonna happen."
"Man, fuck him. He's a weirdo asshole."
"One that owns my soul."
"Dumbass."
"Fuck you."
"Love you toooo."
A/n: Thank youuu XOXO (You also did my matchup which I really loved!)
#hh matchup#hazbin hotel matchups#hazbin hotel matchup#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin hotel husker#hazbin hotel x reader#husk x reader#husker x reader
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List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥
Thank you @ljfoxie! I'm so sorry this was in my inbox for so long!!!
To make up for it, I'm going to do two for the price of one XD
Natascha & Nikolai Pavlenko
Natascha and Nikolai are fraternal twins. Natascha is older by 19 minutes. They celebrate their birthday together on 18 December, but Natascha was actually born at 11:46 p.m. on 17 December and Nikolai was born at 12:05 a.m. on 18 December. Neither of them even knew they had unique birthdays until they turned 18 and Natascha was applying for her first passport and needed her birth certificate (Nikolai already had his passport at age 13, so he could travel to compete in international skating competitions). Learning that they have different birthdays was a bit of a shock to them at first, but Natascha soon decided that she preferred to keep celebrating her birthday on the same day as her twin brother.
Natascha's real name is Natalya. 'Natascha' is actually a diminutive. She and Nikolai are known to their family by their diminutive names, and while Nikolai prefers to be called Kolya only by family and close friends, Natascha would rather have everyone use her diminutive all the time. This irritates the twins' father, but Natascha isn't particularly bothered by the fact that he doesn't like it.
They're not identical twins, but they do have identical heart-shaped birthmarks on their backs.
Nikolai is a former competitive figure skater and is currently a skating coach. Natascha is a physical therapist specializing in therapy for athletes. Her most notable set of clients is the Brindleton Bay Mariners hockey team
Although Natascha isn't as athletic as her brother, she really enjoys sports. Her favourites are cycling, swimming and tennis. She and Nikolai love to go cycling together, and they like to skate together for fun.
Nikolai is a cat person. Natascha is a dog person.
Their favourite colour is green
Both of them were married, and both got divorced from their respective spouses within three years. As of now, neither twin has remarried, although Nikolai is currently engaged.
Natascha has no regrets about being child-free. She likes the freedom to come and go as she pleases. She loves to travel and likes that she doesn't need to base her decisions around somebody else. Nikolai also doesn't regret not becoming a parent. He doesn't feel confident that he'd be a particularly good parent, and the idea of having someone be totally dependent on him is terrifying. Although he really likes taking care of others and enjoys working with children, he's happy not having to worry about a child of his own.
Unlike his sister, Nikolai absolutely does not like to travel. He especially dislikes flying, mostly because he suffers from airsickness and flights are always an awful experience for him.
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Healed
A/N: hi! i've started watching the OBX and i wanted to just write something platonic for rafe bc i feel like a lot could have been prevented if this kid just had love in his life, lmao. uh, so previously this was with the reader as him mother but i'm changing it to just be a woman who is his stepmother and black. anyone can read this though.
Warnings: light talking of animal abuse, talk of therapy, she/her pronouns.
This is entirely platonic.
IN WHICH: Rafe is Loved.
-Coming into Rafe’s life when he was starting to go through his issues at ten. He wasn’t stupid, he could see that his father was focusing more and more on Sarah and less on him
-So what did a young kid who wanted his father’s attention do? He tried harder. He tried harder because trying harder must have meant he just wasn’t doing enough in the first place. He stopped playing video games, studied 24/7, read books in his free time, took care of four year old Wheezie and of seven year old Sarah
-His stepmother saw how desperate he was for approval. Waiting for even just a splinter of a bone, like a dog, to take away and nurture secretly from everyone else’s eyes
-She also realized that when he saw good things weren’t getting his father’s attention, he turned to bad things… really bad things
-Starting fights, locking Sarah in places like the basement or closet if she got on his nerves, telling Wheezie scary stories that made her too afraid to leave her bed and gave her nightmares she couldn’t sleep from, catching him outside one day torturing a poor stray cat that was always near the house by pulling its tail until she found him
-Rafe was still wary of her: the stepmother. Maybe not as wary as he was filled with pre-conceived notions. She had to think he was just a nuisance, an annoying boy who got into shit and was just acting out and being a spoiled brat. Rafe saw nothing meaningful in being a child because the adults around him were always staring at him like some big disappointment, whispering condolences to Ward as if he had died as a kid. That it was just a phase and when he was older it would stop
-That was where Rafe’s desire to become a man had blossomed, until she stepped in and squashed that bullshit right in the bud.
-She opened her heart to Rafe in a way that scared him. This had to be a trap. What did she gain from being so nice and sweet? Brownie points with his father because she was a good step-mom? A good reputation among the other parents for stepping up for these motherless kids?
-He responded the only way a wounded dog could. By biting.
-He was nasty and rude and mean in a specific way branded to her. Hitting where he felt it would hurt the most, wanting–needing–to drive her away because he knew if he didn’t then he’d have to face the most painful truth of all
-That someone loved him
-And she did love this precious boy. This ten year old boy who was a maelstrom of pain and hurt and anger and confusion and a bone-aching loneliness that she swallowed for him with every smile, every defense of his actions, every meal, every ruffle of his hair, and every unsaid ‘I love you’
-The early grieved childhood of Rafe Cameron turned around with the help of one woman who made being a kid have value again.
-She was incredibly patient. Soon, very early mornings became ones of meditation for her and Rafe, silence befriending both as them as they sat outside on specific, comfy pillows to start the day. Incense in the air from fragrances like lavender and vanilla to frankincense
-Rafe never thought himself to be the creative type, but he shyly found himself really enjoying pottery with her. Painting too
-He liked the idea of being able to make whatever he wanted and give it new life and redo it if he made a mistake
-He loves listening to old-school R&B and Hip-Hop with her while doing it. He has one of those reversable plushies so if it’s smiling then he wants the session to be a talking one, if it isn’t then he doesn’t want to talk but it can change mid-session too
-Rafe also never says anything about it, but he adores her curly hair and she only knows because she caught him trying to peek discreetly at her while she was doing the last braid of the row she was on
-He’s so sweet and shy too, telling her that he likes the products she uses because they smell really good and just quietly watching her do the rest
-As Rafe grows older, it’s clear he’s changed a lot but she actually forced Ward to do something about this disconnect that she sees he still has. Rafe isn’t a bad kid but he still doesn’t see that when he does certain things, they hurt people’s feelings, and his empathy isn’t fully there
-Rafe initially resists it because his thought process is ‘they think I’m crazy’ until he actually attends with her–for support–and really enjoys it
-Rafe is kinder to his sisters and is more like a big brother now, bothering them by going into their room for no reason, messing something up, then leaving
-Rafe is always in the kitchen when she is, watching her cook and helping too at her gentle instruction
-Rafe’s best friends have been Topper and Kelce his whole life but with her intervention, he finds himself not caring at all about ‘Kooks vs. Pogues’ similarly to Sarah and I see him not choosing to be friends with them anymore because he doesn't want to become the same rotten apple. You know what they say-one (two) rotten apples spoils the whole barrel.
-Healed Rafe is completely about protecting his peace. This kid meditates, drinks tea, has been learning to not react impulsively, and is super responsible
-Rafe actually going to college and not just fucking around with Ward's money and doing drugs, all because someone saw him and helped him instead of just watching him drown
-Rafe chooses to head to college outside of the OBX and North Carolina in general to just get away from it all and on the last day, all moved into his dorms in NYC, he hugs her tightly and for the first time in the decade she's been in his family he says, “Thank you, mom, for–for everything, okay? … I love you. Sorry I didn’t say it sooner.”
-There’s a lump in her throat as she hugged her son, her baby, and just held onto him a little tighter
“Don’t apologize, baby. I already knew.”
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A Walk In The Park
Supercorptober day 1 - summer
This summer hasn’t been the most eventful.
It hasn’t been particularly stressful, nor relaxing. Not the warmest nor the coldest, just decidedly average in every way imaginable. Still, It’s Lena’s favourite, one to go down in the history books as the summer when Lena truly met Kara.
Of course, they had actually met years ago, long before now when Kara wasn’t honest about her identity and Lena wasn’t forthcoming about her feelings. It’s all different now.
Since she came back from the Phantom Zone, Kara’s been different, more attentive to her. Maybe it’s just the old saying playing out – distance makes the heart grow fonder.
Their time together has increased exponentially and not just because they are now working together in The Tower most days, they are spending every bit of free time they can get their hands on together.
It’s become their go-to activity, not purposefully, but they enjoy it all the same. Neither of them had spent much time in National City’s parks but walking around the lakes and past the trees has become sacred to them, an everyday thing that they aren’t willing to give up.
There’s times when all they do is walk in silence, wordlessly pointing to pretty flowers or trees, maybe a duck or two, and there’s times when there’s no space for silence, tales of their childhoods to their deepest fears spilling out of them, desperate to share their thoughts and memories with each other.
They couldn’t choose which they prefer, they’re both special in their own right and both keep a necessary balance between making the trips depressing and more akin to therapy sessions and a day out to destress from work, a time for joy and laughter.
It’s easy to see how they fell into the pattern, the opportunity to learn everything they can about the woman walking beside them, to know what truly makes up the person hiding beneath their skin.
Today is one if the lighter days, the sunshine beating down on them while Kara swings the bag of duck feed between them, Lena not letting her feed them anything that might harm them, ready to head down to the little duck pond half way into the park.
“You did not call Cat Grant short!” Lena laughs hysterically, doubling down when Kara hides her flushed cheeks in her hands with an embarrassed chuckle.
“I did, it just fell out. It was a natural reaction, she told me that I’m unnaturally tall, so I told her that she’s just unnaturally short. I don’t think I could have run out of there quicker.”
Lena wipes the tears from her eyes and can’t stop thinking about how cute Kara looks with her pretty pink cheeks. “That’s the best story you’ve ever told me.”
“I try.”
“I know.”
They fall back into a comfortable silence, and when Kara moves the bag into her other hand, the vacant spot gets filled quickly by Lena’s own fingers. They’re not sure who made the move, or if it could have even been both of them, but it’s not the first time they’ve found themselves in this position, they just don’t talk about it. Until today, that is.
Lena looks down at their hands then up to Kara’s face, studying her side profile, trying to figure out if Kara is feeling any which way about whatever it is they’re doing. “What are we doing, Kara?”
“What do you mean?” Kara turns to her, a little frown resting on her face, crinkle taking its spot between her eyebrows.
Lena squeezes her hand and lifts it slightly. “This, everything we’ve been doing, the walks and the talking.”
“I –“ Kara starts but doesn’t know what to day, too afraid of what might come out.
“I think we both know what’s going on and I think we need to finally stop toeing the line and make a decision.” Lena looks away from Kara, fearful of the expression she might find on her face and fearful of a possible rejection, this is a make it or break it for her heart.
Kara’s silent. A million and one thoughts are running through her brain, and she can’t help but linger on the one. That tiniest glimmer of hope that Lena may be proposing what she thinks she is proposing.
With a deep shaky breath, she dives. “Are you asking me how I would feel about transitioning our friendship into…something more?”
Lena dares to glance over out the corner of her eye, surprised that Kara sounds so calm, she’s not always the most receptive person to change, she knows that.
“Would it be a problem if I was?”
“No, I don’t think it would be.” Kara clarifies.
Lena dives too, meeting her in the refreshing water below. “Then yes, I am proposing we officially transition our relationship, starting by calling our walks what they really are – dates.”
Kara tightens her grip on Lena’s hand, focusing her gaze on Lena with a dopey grin spreading across her face. “I think that sounds great.”
“Me too. Now, I bet those ducks are hungry so we should get a move on so we can go somewhere for lunch, have a date the old fashioned way.”
Kara giggles, using their joined hands to pull Lena closer. “Lena Luthor, are you trying to wine and dine me?”
With her infamous smirk and eyebrow raise, Lena answers. “Oh, absolutely. I thought I’d made that clear.”
Kara leans ever closer, her breath skirting along Lena’s lips. “Crystal.”
Lena leans in fully, taking Kara’s lips in her own and savouring every second of the moment, the physical instance that their relationship officially changed for the rest of their lives.
It only lasts a few seconds, the sound of quacking in the distance urging them to hurry up and feed the hungry little beasts, but it’s still a lifechanging experience.
So yeah, there’s a pretty good reason that this summer is Lena’s favourite…and maybe Kara’s too if the dopey grin she gets whenever she looks at Lena is something to go by.
#cw supergirl#supercorp#kara danvers#lena luthor#supergirl#kara x lena#kara zol el#fanfic#wlw#supercorp endgame#supercorptober2022#supercorptober
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The verdict
As always. Be prepared for unpopular opinions
A solid 8/10. It loses two points for an atrocious lack of Pugsley. And yes. I know it’s the Wednesday show. But Pugsley’s my favourite. So I’m biased
Mormez do have impeccable chemistry. But it’s framed through a different lens because it’s about Wednesday and not the family as a whole. So you don’t see it as much
Both Tyler and Xavier are solid love interests for Wednesday. Xavier is already acquainted with the Addams’s so he’s got that advantage. But Tyler is, well, a bit more her speed. (Read: a little twisted). So it’s a very close race so to speak.
I’ve seen more people bitch about Enid’s mother than Bianca’s mother. You know. The one trying to blackmail her daughter back into a cult.
I still say that conversion therapy’s the wrong terminology both in universe and out. Enid’s problem wasn’t religious based homophobia against her sexuality. It was belated puberty pure and simple. Also probably the cat obsession. In any case. I may not know the correct term for it but exactly. But conversion therapy is definitely the completely wrong terminology for it.
I don’t get the Wednesday and Enid pairing. Enid gives me too many Pugsley vibes for it to happen.
Gomez and Morticia are the parents Bianca needs and deserves. And I won’t hear any arguments to the contrary.
I hated weems. Granted 90% of my disdain for her is due to Randall Weems from recess. But my point still stands
Valerie was….interesting. But she crossed a line by trying to get Wednesday committed. So I didn’t shed a tear when she got mauled.
I need Pugsley to meet Xavier, Enid and Eugene. Especially Xavier and Eugene. They’d get on like a house on fire
Tyler. Was. Groomed. Just because he’s a Caucasian heterosexual male who supposedly “gets in the way” of your non canon lgbt pairing doesn’t give you carte blanche to throw away his very real trauma. In addition. I’m of half a mind that the whole enjoying it thing is just a fear adaptation to prevent him getting punished by the predatory psychopath colloquially known as Laurel
I like Enid x Ajax. They compliment each other well. And it also lends credence to my theory that Enid’s wolf problem was a puberty issue
I HATED the fact they gave Gomez and Morticia their own personal Snape’s. It’s the other 10% of why I hated weems. Because it definitely coloured her interactions with Wednesday.
I fucking despise Donovan. It was his shitty parenting that led to Laurel getting her claws on Tyler in the first place.
Fester was perfectly insane as always. The electrokinesis was just an added bonus
Thing’s almost death and Tyler’s backstory were the two most emotionally devastating parts of the show
I’m so freaking thankful it didn’t go down the riverdull or caos route.
Rowan was interesting. Nice subversion of the hunted bully victim Wednesday usually defends.
I definitely wanna know more about Vincent Thorpe
I don’t know who Wednesday’s stalker is. But I’m leaning towards Laurel. After all. We didn’t see her corpse did we? And if Tyler can come back, why can’t they bitch come back so he can kill her and free himself from her influence?
All in all a good show that, while not perfect, has definitely piqued my interest for a season two. I just hope they don’t end up screwing it all up.
#the addams family#wednsday addams#pugsley addams#morticia addams#gomez addams#lurch addams#thing addams#fester addams#tyler galpin#xavier thorpe#ajax petropolus#enid sinclair#bianca barclay#eugene ottinger#donovan galpin#valerie kinbott#larissa weems#marilyn thornhill#rowan laslow
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Warhammer 40k & D&D au
Just a quick 20 minute adventure into the feywild Morty
Initial post!
Mortarions time spent with his brothers was as one could assume, him being a stick in the mud and an asshole. Forced to actually bond and enjoy their company. (how awful)
Also the fact that Mortarion despises magic/psykers and suddenly he was in a land drenched in magic. Even the lowest person could somehow conjour... call upon a god... become a mighty hero... even the most melee focused combatants somehow could pull magic out of their willpower. Somehow gaining a second wind mid battle sometimes healing their wounds too. Imbibing some sort of magical potion... he hated it all so much
His notable part of the AU is what happened after he left their company... he fucking fell into the feywild
Mortarion could not escape extraplanar hellscapes
And this one was made of pure magic
He was in literal hell
But he met his wife not long after he started wandering the hellscape
A princess of the Spring court a majestic dryad
Well he met the source... his dryad wife was a "clipping", she calls herself honeysuckle but Mortarion calls her honey.
Basically the main body had rooted herself and would occasionally clip off hyper-emotive portions of herself and its how honeysuckle came into being. She was a compassionate and loving clipping and was moved by Mortarions plight
His plight being him hissing like a pissed off cat caught in a vine net that was threatening to strangle him
The great princess of spring allowed a portion of herself to travel with Mortarion but at some point during their travels he ran out of toxins and he felt like he couldn't breathe. When honeysuckle tried to help him he tried killing her as he was scared. He was in some xenos infested warp soaked hellscape all alone.
She could shapeshift into vines and solidified around his arms and kissed him forcing air into his lungs, thorns pricked him and she sucked up the poisons of his home. Out of his collar where the poison flowed from bloomed flowers that emitted the same toxic air but just less.
Mortarion sat there with a convulsing and twitching honeysuckle as she removed most of the poison from his system but made it so he could breathe a bit.
She was fine afterward and the two traveled more. It felt like he was in the feywilds for years and yet by the time he would leave it had only been a couple of days.
He grew closer to honeysuckle during the years
in fact for Mortarion 100 years passed in the feywilds when in reality only 100 days had passed in the rest of the world
When he left he was married to honeysuckle by that time and had done a great deed to make him an unofficial prince though the unseelie court has expressed their interest in him.
Both the Seelie and Unseelie court deal with the minor corruption of nurgle that trickles into the realm and both rulers of the courts found it hilariously funny that the once demon prince of Nurgle was capable of true love.
Yeah Mortarion was stuck in the feywilds until he could feel true love. Its how he go his therapy. But Honeysuckle helps him with his daddy issues.
But he was finally able to leave the feywilds and boy was he pissed that his 100 years away turned out to be 100 days and he forced his brothers to all come back together to meet his (Trad) Dryad wife and let him rant about the past 100 years.
They fey blessed him with magic and powers; he was less pissed about the magic; and so Mortarion was something more. Though his new powers were insect and life focused though the more he used the powers in quick succession the more he would temporarily look like an elf.
He and Honeysuckle have a daughter named Lily.
The biggest thing for Mortarion in this AU is he is free from the toxic "love" of nurgle and the utterly toxic idea of family. Having a healthier one abet slightly twisted fey wise but still better than nurgle.
Due to his exposure to the feywilds he can slightly shapeshift its more so he can grow wings when he wants and when he's pissed he takes on more of a wasp like appearance with loud buzzing.
When he is playful he gets a more bumblebee appearance with body fuzz included
When he does shift it's normally a moth, his wings are a mixture of an Hercules moth in just body size to wing size and a lunar moth in coloration and shape. And yes he does sprout fuzzy antennae
#warhammer 40k#Warhammer 40k au#D&D#Mortarion#He is no longer toxic#in more ways than one#For real if you touch his daughter he will jump right to murder#Yes he can grow the moth wings#but when angry he'll become an angry hornet
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We Don't Have Enough Time
This is a personal story and some reflections I had about these events.
Your best friend calls you. You two haven't talked in two weeks, catching up has become less and less frequent. You normally place the blame on the fact you're both twenty-something.
You pick up the phone and greet her with the usual:
- Hey Trixie! - made up name for privacy's sake - How are you?
- Horrible.
Usually this kind of dry and negative answer is paired with sarcasm or a pinch of hyperbole. But not this time. Over the last two weeks a lot happened, too much happened. Her cat died. As she is talking to you she is on the way to her grandfather's funeral. And her mother, the mother of your best friend, was diagnosed with cancer a few days prior.
She does not know what to do, and you don't know what to say. And in the dreadful silence that takes place after hearing these news, all you can think is:
How much time do we really have?
I have been on a hiatus since July, both creatively and socially. Since then I have gone back to therapy, and what began as a journey full of sadness and self isolation has now become a depression diagnosis and a battle against time to find who am I and what time do we have.
After the phone call I couldn't help but remember of a week in 2012, when a friend invited me to his uncle's country house. I was pretty nervous in the beginning but the following three days were some of the best of my life. But one thing I remember very clearly was his uncle, who was always drunk, but he is the kind of guy who gets funny when he drinks, and in one afternoon while he was watering his plants he looked at me and said:
- You... You look like a cowboy! - He sprays me with his garden hose - I'm gonna call you... Bill!
Ever since then my friend his whole family calls me Bill, I find it funny how such a random event became part of our little culture.
In 2023 this uncle said he was feeling too weak to take care of the garden in his country house. Not too long after he discovered he has stage 4 cancer. Now, he decided to enjoy whatever time he has left by doing what he loves with the people he loves by his side. The man who is such an integral part of such a fun memory of mine is fading.
And I don't know what to do.
She whispers.
However, that phone call was a wake up call, and it finally made me understand: For a moment in the beginning of this year (2023), there was the very real possibility that my father could die. He had a aneurysm that doctors could only describe as a "ticking time bomb".
Our whole family was immensely worried, people who hadn't called in ages reached out, prayed for us, and offered help afraid that the worse could happen.Luckily, after two weeks and a twelve hour surgery, he was free. But, to me, it took more time than that to process what happened. We worried he could have died during the surgery, we worried he could have died during the two weeks of waiting, but never worried about any of that before discovering he had a problem.
I didn't know what to do, until it hit me:
One thing is knowing you're going to die.
But KNOWING you're going to die is a very different story.
Death is not obvious in our day to day lives. It doesn't hunt us down in the form a wolf, nor is it a grim reaper. Death whispers. And as gracefuly as things are created they are taken away, but we are too proud to accept that. We are too arrogant, thinking we always have one more day to live and too little time to reach out to a friend.
So call your loved ones.
Life goes by so quickly, and who knows how much more time do we have? If only I could protect the people I love in the realm of my dreams. But I can't, it's not up to me.
So care for those you have near you. Not in fear of death, but as a celebration of life.
And in a prayer that we both will have one more day... I finish by hoping to...
See ya in the near future!
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#I am okay by the way!#Just thought it would be nice to share#We all deal with our mortality differently#blog#vent#venting#personal story#mental health#raccoonpaw.net
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