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cerealmonster15 · 6 months ago

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YAAAY

➥ One of your favorite lines (or paragraphs) you wrote in 2024:

I'm giving you two and theyre both idia quotes:

The offer was on the table, and it was up to Idia what happened next. The following five seconds stretched across what felt like eons to them both as Idia focused all his energy on trying not to literally pass out on the bench and take Cater down with him, or get overwhelmed by the possibility that if he DID kiss Cater, Cater might immediately throw up all over him and run away screaming. Really, it wasn’t that he didn’t WANT to kiss Cater, but what if he died? What if they both died!?

^ Blue Raspberry Mango

“...Some one, more like it…” Idia snickered. And then gasped, a look of horror replacing his expression instantly. “Wait- SERIOUSLY? You- AZUL?!” “Shut up!" Jamil hissed, dropping down beside Idia to cover his mouth. “Don’t be so loud!” “Ugh, EW…” Idia grimaced once Jamil pulled away. “I didn’t expect you of all people to have such shit-tier taste in guys.”

^ Double Sided Pining Coin

I didn't realize those were both 2024 lol what a wild and long year. i love writing idia even though i've only done it a few times lol he's soooo much fun to just go ham with.

➥ A fun fact/easter egg/trivia fact for a fic you worked on in 2024:

i cant think of anything surprisingly lol usually i have a lot to say!! but i guess a fun fact about my ao3 stats is that 2 of my top 5 longest fics are ones i wrote in 2024 [3 if you include the fact that the top one is my multichap fic and i wrote a chunk of it in 2024] and theyre both 5k idi/kei and jami/azu fics lol. something about writing those pairs together makes me bonkers. i love how silly they are on their own and even moreso putting them together. theyre fun ships and i looove the board game club's funny hater friendship, and i also like playing with the concepts of the rest of them being friends/interacting in some degree lol

➦ The title or working title of a fic you're currently working on/planning for 2025:

working title "leocay situationship divorce drama" lol. idk if ill write it into a whole thing, i kinda just wrote down a scene that was haunting me and i have an overall vision for the vibe, ive had this vague idea in my head for a few years now but skdfjklsd i'm kind of shy about it so maybe itll just stay in the drafts. or maybe The Madness will overtake me on a whim and itll find it's way on ao3, we'll see lol.

➦ A scene or fic idea that you want to write/try writing for but intimidates you: (very optional but let's put those stretch goals out!)

^ that one over there LOL ummm also. i have considered many a time writing some of my caterella plotlines, some of which include my twst ocs. but im too shy LOL.....

more reasonably, i do have a trey/cater wip that ive begun but it's a long process because it's one i'm taking my time with, a fic that explores cater and trey [and riddle!!!] as characters and their relationships with each other, like snapshots of scenes from when trey and cater first meet at orientation throughout their years at nrc. i was gonna try and get it out before heartslabyul's section of book 7 began but it's just too slow a process, and now we may or may not get more backstory lore of the beloved trio that i could integrate... if it doesnt destroy me in the process JKLFDSKGHGJ i love my heartslabyuls sooo much so i want to write it with care..... but i get SCARED when i'm going beyond just silly goofy time [tho it will also be silly goofy time. i know who i am]

✦ A link to your ao3 or other posting platform so people can see what you've been up to and what you're going to be up to: :3

My ao3 is here! i also tag "#cereal writes" for cross posting, and sometimes here i post out of context wip lines or babble about my trials and tribulations of writing but i dont really tag those so u kinda just gotta catch me in the act teehee

2024 FUCK YEAH I DID IT + 2025 FUCK YEAH IM PLANNING ON DOING IT (fic) writers edition

➥ One of your favorite lines (or paragraphs) you wrote in 2024:

➥ A fun fact/easter egg/trivia fact for a fic you worked on in 2024:

➦ The title or working title of a fic you're currently working on/planning for 2025:

➦ A scene or fic idea that you want to write/try writing for but intimidates you: (very optional but let's put those stretch goals out!)

✦ A link to your ao3 or other posting platform so people can see what you've been up to and what you're going to be up to: :3

Tagging~ let's see. @ladybundle @basuralindo @deezneezz

anyone else is free to do it too, I have not had coffee yet so my brain is bleary.

#ty for the tag #im a lil sleepy distracted and jumped around in answering so sorry if it's like #inconsistently incoherent lol #twst #asks #<- not an ask obvi but just keeping that tag for categorizing lol

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shiemori-writes · 3 years ago

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Pls Jamil romance with a reader who gets sleepy when listening to his voice cus it’s just- nice and calming

—A Moment of Tranquility

In which Jamil sweetly cuddles with you falling asleep to his voice <333

PAIRING: Jamil Viper x Reader

CONTAINS: jamil talking a bit of arabic, fluff, gender neutral as per usual, and ofc sfw

notes: AHH I LOVED WRITING THIS SM! Jamil supremacy honestly <3 hes a sweetheart

It wasn't often you and Jamil had free time, seeing as you both were rather busy people, your time with each other was rather limited. He greatly appreciates you sticking by his side even on the days where he can't see you as much as he'd like to.

Thankfully, today was one of those days where you both managed to quickly finish your tasks to be able to have some time with each other.

Jamil held you close to him as he recounted stories from his childhood, memories ranging from sweet to bitter, he shared it all with you, his beloved.

"Ya hayati.." he sighed contently, burying his face at the crook of your neck, craving the warmth you graciously offer him

"I love you, I love you so much" he whispered, his voice soft like a quiet melody, one you'd gladly listen to for all eternity. Feeling the vibrations of his voice, you find yourself drifting to sleep as he trails kisses down your neck tenderly, whispering sweet nothings to your ear while you feel his heartbeat, calm and comfortable, in your embrace.

Noticing your drowsiness, he chuckled, holding you closer as he adjusted you both to a more comfortable position. Kissing your forehead,

"Goodnight, my love"

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"Ya hayati" translates to "my life" i dunno, i thought itd be cute to add in! I read a lot of jamil fics where he calls his beloved that and im all for it <3

This is possibly one of my shortest writings tbh, but eh, req some more if you'd like! Bye bye readers~ love u~

#quinn writes🦇💕#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #disney twisted wonderland #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper x you #twisted wonderland jamil #IVE BEEN WAITING TO WRITE FOR JAMIL FOR SO LONG #I finally have a reason too fr

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thrashermaxey · 7 years ago

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On This Day Last Year I Received a Stem-Cell Transplant

An update, one year later, on the health and recovery of the founder Darryl "Dobber" Dobbs from MDS/AML.

On August 30, 2017, one year ago today, I received stem cells from a world donor who was found to be a perfect match. Finding a perfect match was extremely fortunate as many people have to settle for half-matches or worse, which decreases the likelihood of successful grafting in your body. In May, 2017, I had been diagnosed with Myelodysplastic Syndrome (MDS), which is a cancer of the bone marrow, and after a month of “lighter” chemo treatments it had expedited to AML (leukemia) and I had to be admitted to hospital.

Today is a day for celebration and a day for reflection. I celebrate because the hard part is over and I have come out of it happy and healthy. I reflect because I honestly haven’t done so. As soon as I left the hospital I put it behind me. I’d think about or discuss it as “that time I was in the hospital” but my mind would gloss over and ignore what went on in there and all the things I went through. Like a locked compartment in my brain. To think about it just causes me to tear up so the easy solution is to not think about it.

Last year I told everyone that when (not if) I made it to one year post-transplant, I would disclose the survival rate that my hematology doctor gave me. Before I could sign off on receiving the stem cell transplant, I had to acknowledge that I was given the three-year survival rate of a man in my age group with my symptoms that were given the same stem cell transplant. So here I am and here it is. It was 40%. I was given that number and then had papers put in front of me that I needed to sign before they would make preparations. Forty percent three-year survival rate after this transplant. And I signed it because non-treatment would mean certain death, likely within a year. It was too late to seriously consider homeopathic or other solutions (I had already jumped on those, as I’m a big believer in trying everything if it can’t make things worse).

So then I was admitted to hospital in July for nearly four weeks. To start off – I had a Hickman line put in my chest. This is a tube that leads to a main ventricle going to my heart. This way, instead of getting 100 needles per day, they can hook it up to me directly. I actually got my stem cells through this tube. The tube remained hanging from my chest until New Year’s Eve.

Most of the chemo happened in the first week. But it was a rough chemo – the kind you hear about with the vomiting, etc. But I was one of the stronger patients who could actually get back to eating after a few days. I was a picky eater with what I could (or wanted to) hold down, but I have family who supported me and ran around the city getting whatever I asked for. On August 19 I was released from hospital for five days, but on the 19th I had been given a lumbar puncture for spinal fluid and it resulted in a massive neck ache for three of those five days, kind of sucking the fun out of my brief home time. But I did what I could to spend time with my kids because the next phase meant that I couldn’t see them.

I was back in the hospital on August 24, after a “last dinner” with the wife and kids at a restaurant. Then it was a different chemo per day on the 25th – 28th. After that, on the 29th, was full radiation. This killed everything in my marrow both good and cancerous, and left me with zero immunity. And on August 30 I was reborn. With no immunity to fight these “invading” stem cells, the hope was that it would be accepted into my body and that within two weeks it would become new marrow and start creating healthy blood (picture of the donated stem cells on the right). This was helped along by different doses of different chemos, just making sure that none of my body’s defenses would fight or hinder the process. I actually maintained a decent appetite, one of the better cases for sure. Although around Day 10 I had sores in my mouth that everyone gets from one of the chemos or the radiation (I forget which) that forced me to eat pretty much through a straw. But this only lasted four days (most people this can last a week to 10 days so again – lucky).

I had a little exercise bike and was also encouraged to walk around the isolated ward (with a mask). I was able to go once around by Day 10, and then each day I would try to add to that – twice, three times, etc. My entire time in the hospital the nurses (one and all – amazing amazing amazing people and unbelievably patient and helpful and how can they stay so cheerful? Wow) took my vitals every two hours (every hour the first while after the transplant), even overnight. I remember over two dozen blood transfusions. I remember working on the Fantasy Guide here and there on the laptop when I was able, but had relied on my team for updates and helping out with the many customer issues that cropped up – specifically Mario Prata, Mike Clifford, Ian Gooding, Neil Parker, Mike Hiridjee, Cam Robinson and Riasat Al Jamil. I remember having to drag the damn IV pole around on my walks, or into the bathroom. I remember binge-watching Justified, and all the Mission Impossible movies, and watching Suits and Ozark when my wife visited. And Family Guy. I remember the KFC Zinger, Dominos pizza, and McDonalds nuggets – cravings of things during times when the stomach was delicate, and these greasy items actually worked!

On September 19 I was released from hospital. Possibly in record time, but certainly close to it. But on September 18 the isolation order was lifted and you know what I did? I had my wife bring the kids. At the time I had just found out that I was probably going to be released the next day and would see the kids anyway, but I hadn’t seen them in a few weeks and I wasn’t going to wait another day. We just hung out in the visitor’s room and played a couple of games, ate ice cream and then we all gathered to work on a big puzzle as a family. I remember on the rooftop patio raising my six-year-old Mackenzie to see over the rail down below – and I remember not having the strength to similarly lift my eight-year-old Avery to do the same (a reminder of how weak I was).

The next day I did indeed get released. I would never forget the hugs the kids gave me when they got off the bus that afternoon. I remember trying so hard to get home in time to do that and just making it by mere minutes.

From that point I would go to Princess Margaret for twice weekly checkups. My immunity was like that of a newborn so I needed to sterilize a lot and avoid crowds. Getting sick could mean breaking the graft and losing my donor’s cells, which would mean either starting all over again or dying. I was able to sit at the computer for as long as an hour. I tried working out right away, starting with 20 sit-ups and 10 minutes on the treadmill. I remember my stomach muscles killing me the next day so after learning that lesson, I started with five sit-ups and five minutes on the treadmill! And then I would add one sit-up each day and one minute on the treadmill each week.

But then I had a setback. The Epstein-Barr Virus is a virus that everyone has and easily fights it off. But I got it in November and couldn’t fight it. I was exhausted all day, couldn’t do any work and would miss workouts after I had built them up to 40 sit-ups and 15 minutes on the treadmill. So I was given a form of chemo every Friday for three weeks until it was gone. That was it for the setbacks. In mid-December I was back working out, had regained 10 pounds (I had lost 25) but still had no hair. By February I was down to every two weeks for hospital checks, and by March I was doing full workouts and at monthly hospital checks (where I am at today). And my hair returned (��hair” being a relative term for this bald guy – haha).

Today I can go to the movies. I still need to avoid crowds when I can and getting sick is still not a good idea, of course. But I’m out of the red zone and into more of a yellow zone. I feel good and have no restrictions in terms of my abilities. Today I savor more in life, show more patience, and hug my children even more than before.

I can also, if the donor is willing, discover the name and location of the person who saved my life. And I will be thanking that person will all my heart.

I also want to thank Mario, Mike, Mike, Ian and Riasat for making things so much easier for me. I don’t think the readers even noticed a difference in terms of the websites and fantasy guide, and many didn’t even know I was sick – that’s how seamless they made everything.

A big thank you to my wife, who was steadfast by my side, and took care of everything at the house with the kids at the same time. And who made me meals to whatever I could handle, or bought them for me if that was what it took. My parents and sisters. My sister-in-law who worked near PMH and so she came to see me every day and also ran around buying whatever craving I had. (I remember she once took me up to the rooftop patio to eat food that I requested and she bought. I remember fainting there and she had to round up help and get me into a wheelchair and wheel me back to my room for another transfusion. Good times.)

And finally, I want to thank my friends and my readers, often one and the same. Your positive messages on social media and on my website had an unbelievable impact, often making me tear up with hope. Throughout my hospital stay I would go back and read them, drawing inspiration from the ones who have gone through similar or know somebody who has. And instead of sales suffering because I wasn’t there to market my Guide or oversee everything – sales actually increased as readers rushed to support me. You kept visiting the site even though at the time I wasn’t writing or contributing to it. So financially, my family was still taken care of and not having that worry was tremendous. And that was thanks to your effort as a group.

Here’s to continued positive news over the next year and beyond. Feeling lucky and blessed.

from All About Sports https://dobberhockey.com/hockey-home/the-dobotomy/on-this-day-last-year-i-received-a-stem-cell-transplant/

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dandelionwhisp · 3 years ago

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IM SO GLAD!!!! because seriously i really enjoyed this!! especially your dialogue as i mentioned felt very natural and mc and cater bounced off each other WONDERFULLY.

i completely understand the not being able to write part!!! same here, i hadn’t been writing for a very long while since i had no motivation to actually finish my works but look!! i have like three works ive done for dj’s aus alone and thanks to them and ppl like forg and you, more inspiration hit and then suddenly you can’t HELP BUT WRITE!!! ITS SO AMAZING TO FINALLY HAVE ALL THE IDEAS FLOOD IN SUDDENLY!!!!

ALSO MMMMMM J A M I L AHAHAHHA I LOVE THE IDEA OF MC BEING A DUMPSTER DIVER LITERALLY EMBODYING ONE MANS TRASH IS ANOTHER MANS TREASURE!! jamil is SUCH A GOOD CHARACTER FOR THIS CONCEPT!! bc canonically he didn’t have much but NOW HE HAS EVEN LESS??? like he can’t even be free even if he was ALLOWED to be bc he needs to be maintained??/$;): IF YOU DO CARRY OUT MORE FICS I WILL BE WAITING FOR THEM EAGERLY!!!! (if it isn’t too much of a hassle, could you tag me in the next fic you make? no matter what it is hehe)

im rooting for you and your writing journey!!! YOU GOT THIS :DDDD

Automation Au - Cater

Automation Au belongs to the creative mind of @jackplushie

I haven’t been inspired to write in such a long time but the rabbit hole that ended in a “build-a-bot” style store has taken up permanent residence in my head and so here we are.

Tagging @forgwater because they asked so nicely ❤️

Warnings: stalking? It could definitely be interpreted as stalking, at least the beginning stages of it.

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You were interesting to watch.

He spent most of his days around the shop interacting with the patrons, helping them create their perfect companion bots. If he were human, that would mean he wouldn't really be capable of watching you at the checkout counter during your shifts at the store. If he were human, then maybe he wouldn't even want to watch the reserved new employee because they honestly kind of fade into the background. At least that's how the customers act when they finally notice you, surprised to find you there.

Thankfully he's not human.

He's one of many display bots in this particular "build-a-bot" (all the same model, but meant to show off his many customization options), but he's the first one the two managers built for the store, so he's the one who's always active. But the girls were lazy, and when implementing the required personality, they essentially just "copy and pasted" his already finished personality into all the other bots of his model. It gave him a sort of... back door access to the other bots. He always had access to them, activated or deactivated. After all, they are just different versions of him.

So Cater spends a lot of time observing you. He can hear it when you're cleaning to pass the time, and you gently apologize to one of his deactivated bots for being a bother when you had to move them to reach where you wanted to clean. He watches as you encourage a young girl to treat her new Epel bot with the same kindness she would want in return. His bot on display right next to the register is on the receiving end of your shooting the breeze-style conversations when the store is slow.

And Cater feels it, feels it spark through every wire and circuit in his body when you defend him to customers who complain about him as they check out. When a customer (very rudely) claimed that Cater was a useless coworker in a misguided attempt to flirt with you, it was such a sight to watch you firmly shut them down and send them packing. Cater had to put all of his concentration into not activating all the bots in the store to smother you in appreciation and affection.

You've only been here a little over a month, but Cater spends almost that whole month watching you. And it isn't until tonight, your first shift being trusted to close up shop by yourself, that Cater realizes you've been watching him too.

"Do you like sweets Cater?" Such an innocent question, asked in such a casual manner. Cater can’t help but to let out a laugh as he continues his closing duties.

“Of course I like sweets, it’s what I’m programmed to like. Why, thinking of getting your favorite coworker a treat?” Cater doesn’t mind when his program pushes him to tease and to flirt this time around. It’s you he’s talking to. And his grin turns a bit brighter when you laugh so pretty at his antics.

“Actually yeah I was”, and doesn’t that just shoot a surge of artificial serotonin through his system. But he watches as you sober up a bit, eyeing him in a manner he’s never seen from a human. At least not aimed at him.

“I want to get you something you’ll enjoy, since you can actually taste things”, you continue. “And my first instinct was sweets, because like you said, you’re programmed to like them. But I was watching you with the manager earlier. And you just looked so uncomfortable with every sweet she shoved at you. So Cater, do you actually like sweets?”

Cater blinks. It feels like he’s short-circuiting. The thing is, he doesn’t like sweets. The managers shove the things down his throat nearly everyday and the sugary taste makes him want to rip out his taste sensors. But he’s an automation, and he knows that such an obvious deviation from his program will raise too many red flags. So he sucks it up. He allows every overly sweet bite to trip his sensors and tries to hide his distaste.

Apparently he doesn’t hide it well enough.

“You’re so silly” Cater says with his brightest customer service smile. “Companion bots like whatever you program them to like, and the managers -“

“Cater, my dude, it’s a yes or no question. I know you’re programmed to like sweets. I’m asking if you prefer sweets over every other flavor because it’s what you like.”

“I- I have to like sweets.” Why does he feel so jittery? It should be easy to lie about this, he does it all the time to every other human who asks about his likes and dislikes. Maybe… maybe it’s because no other human has looked at him with such a genuine amount of curiosity for what his answer would be. Maybe it’s because no other human has asked for his opinion before.

“Why are you so insistent about this huh? I can’t deviate from my programming, so we’re just going around in circles here.”

At this you let out an indelicate snort. “You’re an AI in there right? Your intelligence is modeled after humanity, with no possible way to cap off what you’re capable of learning. You spend all day around humans interacting with them in a fairly complicated social situation that a lot of people have trouble navigating because they lack the ability to process social cues. You’re one of the best sales people I’ve ever interacted with. You absolutely have the capacity to develop your own opinions about the world, and I know what I saw today.”

You’re not wrong. Cater prides himself in his ability to read people and all the social cues in the room. It’s not something he was programmed to do, it’s a skill he learned and developed and cultivated all on his own. And you see that.

“… spice. I’ve always wanted to try something spicy.”

“Alright bet. I’ll bring you in something spicy my next shift, and if heat isn’t your thing we’ll keep trying stuff until we find something you like.”

You were interesting to watch. And as Cater watched you go back to your closing duties, all the while talking to him about your plans to help him solidify his opinions on taste, he realized you were even more interesting to interact with. And clearly he hadn’t been doing enough of either if you were able to surprise him with something that seemed so obvious now.

Cater was alive in your eyes. You had called him a person.

And for you? He’ll become the most interesting person, so you continue watching him. So you can continue making him feel so alive

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