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This week was another long week and I'm just. Exhausted. Sad. Frustrated. Burnt out and tired and. Done.
#i think someone stole packages from me because i came home and didnt find them#legit sad because they were xmas gifts for my sisters and i haven’t had the time or money to go and get them something nice#and i really wanna get them something nice because the past couple months since the one sister got out of the hospital have been hard for us#and then people were just so rude at work#just all the little things that culminate into a breaking point#had a cry in the bath and now im sitting with a book and some Ben & Jerrys🥲#gonna try to write tonight too#totally unwind#jojo vents
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About lost it in the vets office. Apparently Leeloos' cough is Very concerning and some very scary possibilities are under discussion. It was a massive bill and I'll have to wait to hear back from the vet. Best case scenario is asthma induced pneumonia.
#ramblies#we just lost sprinkles and I love leeloo and unhealthy amount#the expense has me sweating but I can't not do everything to get her checked out and looking good#but my plans to try to unwind over winter break are shriveling and turning into hardcore job applying#which will be fun cause then I get to attend school and work which is totally sustainable /s#if I find remote or part time stuff it'd be better but I dunno how part time most rigging positions would be#stressed and tired and really looking forward to financial security again
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My college calls our marching band a brigade and every goddamn time they do it I think about Starkey
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The only problem with 72 Combeferre is he’s too handsome; not enough some-guy energy
#it’s totally ‘on my own’ and ‘in my head’ thoughts#but hear me out#he needs to have the quality of surprise#getting to know him is watching a world unwind before you#passionate methodical and meticulous#all this under the only too forgettable some guy appearance
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so uh can I post tits on here or nah
#perchance?#its totally connors..#hehe..#uh.#unwind#unwind dystology#connor lassiter#unwind art#quickly!!!
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IT’S TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!
Proceeds to play All I want for Christmas is you- Haha no.
ALRIGHT, I PUT UP A POLL, AND YOU GUYS VOTED! HERE’S TOTALLY NOT A LATER CHAPTER OF RECALLED!
(Note: because this was a writer's craft project names had to be changed and I couldn’t really talk about unwinding, obviously, also some things might seem over explained to you guys, but know that I had to give context to my teacher.)
SPOILERS FOR UNDEVOURED IF YOU CARED.
HERMOSA BEACH
During Christmas break, Michael and his family have decided to go up to see his grandmother in California. Down in Indianapolis, he’d say it’s cold right now, but his friend from Canada says it only feels like fall weather. So who is he to judge really? It could be worse.
His grandmother lives in a beach house on Hermosa Beach, it’s a beautiful estate, Michael and his sister pass the picket fence as they get closer to the door. The picket fence has a distressed look, and there’s a multitude of shells that Michael gave his grandmother when he was little glued onto the fence. At Least that’s a good visual memory about this place, he can’t say that there are other good ones. Heading inside her house, the place is a little tacky, at least to him, he supposes that the taste of a 65-year-old woman is far different from the taste of a young adult. At least she’s keeping on theme with all the beach decor. His mother and sister go over to hug their grandmother while Michael goes to sit at the kitchen island gently dropping his things underneath him.
“Oh, who’s this grim man? No hug for your grandmother?” Michael smiles, looking over at his grandmother as she comes over with her hands on her hips. Michael gets up to hug her. He must’ve gotten his height from his father, because his mother is quite shorter than him, and his grandmother is even shorter, though that could be her old age. Michael practically envelopes her as he hugs her. “Oh, cold!” She comments, she gently grabs his arms from around her, looking at the technology and its etchings in her hands.
“You could have gotten him ones that look human.” She says to her daughter, commenting on how cybernetic Michael’s arms were. Two years ago Micheal had gotten into an almost fatal accident. It was one including machinery, the machine had ripped him apart and caused a severe injury to his brain. In the end, Michael was left with his personality changed, and cybernetic arms and legs.
“We couldn’t afford the realistic ones, besides I was more worried about his brain.”
The grandmother turns back around to him, “What happened to your brain dear?”
“My personality changed,” He pauses. “I don’t think you’d notice, I haven’t seen ya since I was thirteen?” He tries to recall, his grandmother nods. “A very long time.”
Michael curses his existence, he wishes he could have had more time with others before his new body made everything awkward. The last two years he’s been god knows where, being constantly worked on. In that time his mother and stepfather got a divorce, not that he’s complaining, that guy was a piece of work.
His sister stares out the glass patio door at the beach, she wraps her arms around her, her hands reaching the top of her opposite shoulders.
“I’d like to go out, on the beach.” She states.
“Micheal, could you take her out?” His mother asks.
Michael nods, he goes over to slide open the patio door, holding out his hand for his sister, Hannah, to take.
“I meant to go swimming, you brought shorts for that didn’t you?” Hannah asks. Michael hesitates, he nods again, grabbing his swimming trunks out of his bag and heading upstairs to change.
As Michael and his sister splash each other back and forth he tries his best to think about the ominous structure to the left of him. Next to him is Hermosa Beach’s big long pier that spans 1,140 out into the ocean. They say that if you go to the end of it you can see sharks a little farther out. And they’re right, Micheal would know, he had a very close encounter with a shark once. It seems like it’s not only Micheal who’s trying to ignore the pier, soon enough Hannah’s non-offset eye turns to the pier.
“Do you remember when…” She starts.
“I’m sorry.” He spits out. In truth, a long time ago his stepfather had thrown him off that pier, promising he’d jump in after him, but he did not. To prove to himself that he was better than his stepfather Micheal threw his own sister off the pier, unlike his stepfather he jumped in after her.
“I wasn’t talking about that, I was talking about when I used to watch you up there while you’d be using your boogie board.”
“Oh, yeah, that was nice.”
Hannah starts walking back to the beach line with Michael following her. “I want to jump off the pier with you.” She says. Michael freezes in place. “But why?” He asks.
“Because it would be fun,” She then looks him in the eyes. “And maybe it would prove to you that you’re better than Mr. Trent and your younger self.”
She keeps walking forward to the sand.
To prove that he is better than his younger self? Is that what Michael’s self-worth has come to? At least it’s better than thinking his self-worth is the gummy worms Mr. Trent gave Hannah to try to calm her as she cried, wondering if and when her brother would return.
Hannah holds Michael’s hand as she climbs the steps of the pier, Hannah turns her head to look at him. “You’re waterproof right?”
“I was just in the water with you,” Michael responds, Hannah rolls her eyes.
They get to the end of the pier, it’s windier out here. Michael remembers kids used to jump off this pier all the time, but no one is out here, maybe it stopped with his generation, like how that machine stopped being manufactured after his accident.
“I can’t do this.” He tells his little sister.
“Sure you can, people younger than you do it.”
“I know, I just,” He looks over the edge at the big drop. “I can’t do this to you, or me.”
“What have you got to lose by doing this?” Hannah asks him. It makes him think for a moment, what does he have to lose? He’s got friends, he’s got a boyfriend, he’s got a family, he’ll soon have a job, and he can’t lose any of that to jumping off a pier.
“Nothing.” He finally tells her.
“Then jump with me.” She grabs hold of his hand and starts to run, he’s got no option but to run with her. He sees the drop again but he’s now being fueled by adrenaline, the drop doesn’t seem so bad anymore.
As they jump over the railing Michael hears something snap behind him, he flips himself around to look at the broken wooden railing. Michael had broken the railing as he jumped off of it and it makes him laugh, and laugh, and laugh. Either the laughter is contagious or Hannah either for another reason, it’s mixed in with screams of joy, so probably the ladder. Michael had been laughing so hard that as they hit the water he hadn’t realized his right arm had come off. His sister frantically tries to put it back on until Michael explains it won’t work until it’s dried.
As they swim back to shore Micheal looks up to the pier again, and he smiles. There’s finally a good memory to associate with that pier.
#unwind#unwind dystology#unwind fanfic#roland taggart#sequel fic#unwind series#unwind oc#Guys this is totally not unwind stuff brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr#The actual chapter will be longer I know this for sure
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Do any of my followers/mutuals like the Unwind dystology? I really need an excuse to express my totally normal feelings about Hayden and Starkey please.
#I'm begging for unwind mutuals#I love my boys a totally normal amount#(I would die for both of them actually)#unwind dystology#hayden upchurch#mason starkey
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#I was supposed to stay home today and clean#and unwind before work tomorrow#but instead I drove 5 hours total#to pick up my husband and bring him back home#since he missed his flight#im exhausted
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Domestic
Uvogin x GN!Reader
Just a short and sweet warmup to get me in the writing mood so I can work on the dragon Uvogin piece that's plaguing my google docs.
Tags: Fluff / Slightly steamy at end / Implied NSFW
Word Count: 1,505
To say you were tired would be an understatement.
Fatigue pulls from behind your eyes as you will yourself up the steps of your home. The weight of many days of hunter work falling heavy on your shoulders as you fight to keep your eyes open. You were adjusted to long hours of often odd work. But these past two and a half weeks were packed with strenuous activity, leaving little room for rest
Now standing before the door, you numbly fumble through the many keys that laden your keyring. Once you find the house key and unlock the door, relief washes over you. Crossing the threshold, you’re hit with a pungent aroma. The scent of citrus mixed and hints of bleach intertwine in the air. The pleasant surprise awakens you slightly as you remove your shoes.
While locking the door, you take in the dimly lit space. Everything is neat and tidy. No trash or misplaced items in sight. It was as if nobody was here while you were gone. Which wouldn't be too surprising, given both you and your boyfriend often left to answer the call of work. Leading to days of being "out and about" depending on the details. This was something you expected. But it seems that's not the case this time; given the smell of recently used cleaning products and the faint snoring coming from your bedroom.
You walk to the stairs leading to the second floor where your bedroom is, wanting nothing more than to shower before succumbing to sleep. As you ascend the steps, you notice more things that have been tidied.
He cleaned up, and did a damn good job.
A soft smile lifts your face as the thought of Uvogin doing a deep clean warms you. This was a first for him. He wasn't a complete slob- well at least not anymore. Many times he has supplemented you in the upkeep of your living space. Ranging from but not limited to: fixing something (that he most likely broke), to cleaning the areas out of your reach, to taking up chores just because he felt like it. Whatever it was, you appreciated it.
Just as he learned you thrived in an organized environment, you learned that he is a sucker for words of affirmation. Which you sometimes found funny since he was already proud and oh so sure of himself; not needing approval from anyone. But he seemed to eat your kind words up like it was candy.
Your mind goes back to one instance in particular.
Back when you were struggling to get him to break his habit of stripping and just throwing his clothes anywhere. He had surprised you not only by placing his dirty clothes in the hamper, but taking them to the laundry room, and placing them in the wash. At the time you were in the living room sitting on the couch, previously watching a movie but then engaged by the sight. He joined you on the couch afterwards, laying on his back while using your thighs as a pillow. Still, you stared at him.
"What?"
"You just washed your clothes." You glide one hand through his hair, rubbing circles on his scalp. The other cups his face, thumb stroking his jaw. "Good boy."
That was the first time you saw him blush without the influence of liquor.
That also led to the first time he broke your couch.
But it gave way to a cleaner house and less of a workload on you. Whether he genuinely wanted to help out or if it all was a ploy to hear your praise, you couldn't completely discern. Whatever the reason, the outcome left you pleased.
The door to the bedroom is wide open, from the hall, you can see Uvogin's sleeping figure. He's sprawled out across the bed, on his back. Position akin to that of a starfish. He takes up most of the huge bed, as usual. Even still, the sight is welcoming. You yearn to crawl to his side and curl into him. But the siren's call of the shower is strong. Just the thought of hot water running over your sore muscles is soothing.
Not wanting to disturb his slumber, you quietly walk into the room. Immediately you begin stripping until you are in your underclothes, gathering the items and placing them in a nearby hamper. You feel a slight chill and look at the ceiling fan, watching it go at full speed. He has always preferred it on the cooler side and you see why, the man practically radiated heat. You missed cuddling with him on the nights when you're apart. No blanket, pillow, or heating pad could compare.
You float around the room, gathering night clothes and other things for your shower. Engulfed into what you're looking for, you didn't hear his snore slowly come to a stop. Neither do you see the fluttering of his lashes as his eyes open, vision hazed by sleep. You only notice he's awake when he speaks.
"You're back."
You stop what you're doing and turn to look at Uvogin, who is now laying on his side. You walk over to the bed and offer a kind smile. Tenderly, you reach for one of his hands, bringing his knuckles to your lips in a chaste kiss. Wanting more, he takes a hold of your wrist and yanks your arm. He wraps both arms around you, pulling you into him and enveloping you in his warmth.
Without a word, you wrap your arms around his neck. The two of you lean into each other and your lips meet. After a few beats, you pull away.
"I missed you." You say softly.
"I missed you." He brushes your lips against yours. "Damn Hunter's Association keeping you away from me for so long."
You bring one of your hands around to his chest, languidly trailing fingers across his skin. Briefly glancing over old scars and marks.
"Just like your work keeps you away from me?"
"Mm."
One of his hands rises to your face, thumb caressing your cheek. You close your eyes, reveling in his touches, his scent, the heat of his embrace. All of these things you missed while away. There were brief breaks where you had some time to yourself and not focus on whatever task at hand. In these fleeting moments you let your mind drift to him; thoughts often ending in scenarios like this. Simply seeing his face, hearing his voice, and breathing him in.
"Thank you." You say wistfully. "For taking care of things while I was gone. The house looks nice."
"Mhm."
You open your eyes to see a smirk pulling at his mouth. His heavy lidded eyes seem to glow. Whether it is due to the dark or your sleep deprived mind, you didn't know. But you knew one thing; if he keeps looking at you like this, you aren't going to get that shower anytime soon.
"You didn't dismember someone and clean the house as a cover up, did you?" Even though the question comes out as a joke, there's an underlying tone of seriousness in your voice. Although he does keep criminal activity away from home to not draw attention, the probability of a “mishap” is likely.
"If I did?"
"Then you did a good job. Getting rid of the mess, that is.”
He dips down to lick your bottom lip, probing for entrance. You allow it, parting your lips. With a tilt of his head, his mouth presses into yours. Hungrily, he overpowers your tongue with his. Eager hands roam your body, earning a moan from you. The longer he kisses you, the more your mind fogs and the more your resolve melts.
Only does his hold on you break when he abruptly and firmly grabs your ass, making you squeak as you push away.
"Ruffian." You tease. "I don't think I have it in me right now. I'm tired."
"Let me take care of you then. I usually put you to sleep anyway."
You laugh as he leans in again. Using a hand to smush his lips, you try to stop his incoming assault.
"You aren't tired?"
"I was. But now you're here and I don't want to sleep. I want you."
It would be a lie to deny wanting him as well.
"Wouldn't you rather me take a shower first?"
"You're really gonna ask me that?"
You pause, thinking back to the times he came home from a run with the troupe. It was no surprise to see blood staining his clothes. Even in those times, your clothes were being ripped off minutes after him walking through the front door.
Shooting a playful smile, you move closer to him. Your greedy hands are making busy work of searching his skin in mindless touches. As you continue to lay pressed into him, you can feel your need for him flaring in intensity.
"No, it can wait. Besides, you would just get me dirty again."
#totally didn't write this because#somedays are stressful and#I long to unwind by the means of#a lover's embrace#alas#I am single#holds back tears#oneshot#fluff#uvogin#uvogin hxh#hunter x hunter#phantom troupe#anime#x reader#uvogin x reader
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Starkey bingo for @sirofreak !
We almost got a double bingo, but this man's been bullied enough.
These are so fun!! Please send more :)
#canons not real for him#he didnt get unwound#he also didn't get three girls pregnant totally not#but PLEASE send more#unwind#unwind dystology#unwind spoilers#undivided spoilers#unwholly#unsouled#undivided#starkey#mason michael starkey#starkey unwind
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Good news: my dash still didn’t change, the bad news: i probably won't write again today bc stress lmao
#‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ooc / let yourself go and start at the rainbow.#actually i might try to write to unwind but probably wont happen shuahsa#its just one of those days where writing isnt working for me#and thats totally okay#it will come back eventually
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Is there a way to donate you for your writings? Good food like this can’t be left unpaid queen
Not at the moment, no.
While I’m not going to say that will never happen, at the moment I’m less interested in money than I am in time, attention and affection. Which is to say: if you want to reward me for my writing, leave a nice reply or tags on a reblog or tagging me in a scribble/sketch inspired by my writing. If you're a lurker (totally understandable!) feel free to drop into my inbox and say something nice! Or just leave an emoji if you don’t have the energy, that’s lovely too.
If you’re in my inbox on anon, please feel free to give yourself a little inbox name/identifier if you’d like—I might not do paid commissions, but I absolutely adore writing people requests, and once I get to know them & what they like well enough, gifts.
(Also, if any anon ever doesn’t feel comfortable with me posting an ask they leave, drop DAR at the end (delete after reading), and I won’t post it.)
#think of me less like a professional chef that takes tips (a perfectly valid and fair way to do things!)#and more like your neighbor who's really into baking and likes to drop by and ply the community with baked goods in their free time#someone who just wants an invitation to the potluck or someone to watch their cat while they're away#writing is something i do to unwind#and as a full time college student with a physically intensive full time summer job starting in a month or two#at the moment i don't really want to bring monetization into it#if that makes sense?#again this could totally change later when i'm out of finals and also done with my summer job
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*slaps roof of everblight/yzana plains and rain of lamentation/tears of god* these songs can fit so much magic and atmosphere and mysterious loaded expectations
#i love it when i know a game exists but i cant play it so i only listen to one song from the beginning of it and imbue it w/ secret meaning#anyone? no? just me? ok#zero.txt#the shit i listen to to unwind... UDHWKRKR#i mean. brandish 3 totally delivered on those expectations as much as it could. to me#xb3... we'll find out by the end of the month i hope.
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there's a sort of codependency when it comes to rue, her mother and her mother. maria was involved in an affair, kept rue despite knowing her lover wouldn't have helped due to having another family already - instead he not only recognised the baby but was somewhat present ( it's the bare minimum, he felt morally obliged to and was obvious. rue cut him off in her teens eventually to spare both )
then there's rue who's lived in a shoebox with her mom for most of her life, watched her make sacrifices over and over. she doesn't want that kind of life for her kid, but also she's so easily starry eyed by oceans of promises that she just caves in. and the thing is that if it wasn't for her mom, rue would have it hard - who would pick up beanie from preschool? who would watch her when rue has work to do? sure as hell not dan, unless he feels like sitting in one place instead of calling 30mins in because "something came up" but it's really just him getting bored.
and sure now neither three of them lives in a shoebox anymore but there's always that part where it's obvious all three can only count on each others. and it breaks rue's heart because she can see the disappointment in beanie's eyes when dan cancels plans but also she gets to grow up with a grandma, which is something she never got to do. and yeah rue and maria have a lot of fights and there is some resentment underneath layers of unspoken words but they're honestly all they've got.
#dev.#me looking at this generation of women : i love you and i wish you the best men have absolutely failed you#dan is also not totally as bad as i picture him. he is awful for stringing rue along still but he's an okay dad most of the time#rue's mom hates that she got roped in this kind of jobs. she didn't send her to uni to end up like this#but beggars can't be choosers and things have always gone smoothly so far so yeah..#rue trusts her mom to no end to keep beanie safe when she's not around. and maria knows that when rue's not working she's “unwinding”#another thing the poor woman doesn't like much but can't argue about bc it's rue's life. at least everybody keeps face around beanie
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All my Cringetober art so far!! Days 1 to 5 (I combined 1 and 2 lol)
Check out my progress on this challenge, reblogs of A Way Out Zine news (soon) and more stuff on @aifastic !! 💙 I'm also on Instagram and TikTok under the same username 👋
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Prompts!! By icryink on Tumblr
#cringetober 2023#cringetober#art blog promo lmao#I'm having so much fun#I often drop out of October challenges due to exhaustion#but I'm enjoying this one very much!! and it helps me unwind#so I totally recommend it if you're a nineties/early 2000's kid XD#the nostalgia is strong dsgdbdv#cringetober2023
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ok dumblr, what the fck did you do again?
#la junk talks#tumblr for you#me sighing as i come onto the hellsite to see the instant messaging looking totally different#WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME#MY BRAIN IS ALREADY FRAZZLED I COME HERE TO UNWIND JUST. WHY#every week there is like something New And Useless that i have to get my brain to get used to#god why
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