#This family has issues and I need to study them like a bug

[imreallyonthishellsite]

Saiki family goes to counseling and it ends with kusuo and kusuke getting into a fist fight, kuniharu crying in a corner, kurumi flipping the couch over, and the counselor considering a career change

[lazycats-stuff]

Batfamily x male reader who likes to cuddle

Alright. *cracks knuckles*, Lets do this. Some nice fluff. Also, it took me far too long to find a nice GIF. Also, should I do like head cannons? Is that what they are called? And also, this is a bit shorter than normal.

Summary: (Y/N) loves cuddles.

Warnings: nothing, pure and utter fluff.

Bruce wouldn't consider himself to be an affectionate dad. Does he hug them and provide them with advice and words of encouragement? Yes. He isn't a cruel father. His children are his priority, despite the way he might look cold in general. But he truly loves all of his children. None of his children were particularly affectionate, besides Dick.

That was until (Y/N) came into the picture. He was the youngest, a year younger than Damian. Bruce saved him from the streets and he wasn't always so cuddly. He was more cold and standoffish, the streets leaving a mark. Not trusting, not anything. Simply living there.

But as time went on, Bruce has noticed that (Y/N) became showing more physical affection. It became with leaning on his siblings if tired and with Bruce it would be reaching for his hand when in public, since he would get overwhelmed by the attention of the paparazzi. Bruce never minded, understanding how (Y/N) is still a child, not used to this. He would be scared of it, which is normal for a child. And Bruce had no issues protecting him.

Soon enough, when (Y/N) had nightmares from living on the streets, he would go to Bruce. And Bruce always lifted the blanket for him, tucking him in with it, making sure he was warm physically and emotionally. Bruce wanted (Y/N) to know that he had someone in his corner, he had a protector.

Soon enough, (Y/N) became the cuddle bug of the family. Bruce never minded it. How could he? He enjoyed it, but he would never really say it outright. He has a certain reputation to uphold. But (Y/N) cracks that reputation and Bruce allows it.

Dick enjoyed (Y/N)'s cuddling. More often than not, the two could be found together, lounging on the couch, Dick's arm around his shoulders, watching TV or just napping. Depending on the day. Sometimes, (Y/N) wouldn't be in the living room since he needed to study, since he started school officially. And if Bruce wasn't available for comfort during nightmares, Dick was.

Jason... Jason was around the middle when it came to physical affection. He didn't mind it occasionally, but he had his limits. (Y/N) tried to respect those boundaries, but sometimes he just couldn't, seeking comfort in his big brother after something. And considering that Jason grew up on the streets, who better to understand his problems than Jason?

And Jason helped his brother, even with physical affection and cuddles during the night when (Y/N) couldn't fall asleep. Whenever he had a night off of patrol and (Y/N) couldn't sleep, they would be lying down in Jason's room, either talking or just lying down together, Jason holding his brother in his arms.

And while he hated to admit it, he was starting to like it. To share and trade experiences from living on the streets... And cuddling wasn't so bad. It was nice. But would he ever admit it out loud? Nope. He would like to remain his reputation, just like Bruce. But is he ever found in public with (Y/N), arm around his shoulder? Yes.

Tim... He never minded any affection to be frank. If he was on his laptop working, (Y/N) would have his head in Tim's lap, just enjoying his time with his workaholic brother. And Tim liked the weight on his lap. It was comforting. Tim is often heard saying that (Y/N) is a great addition to the family.

Damian... He's not a fan of affection. Never have been. Being raised by the League of Assassins, under his grandfather and mother. Affection was never on the table for him and never will be. But... Being an older brother... It awoke something in Damian. He didn't know what, but he was feeling protective.

Of course, he would rather die than show it outwardly. He was cold and he would have liked to keep it that way. But then (Y/N) came into their lives. At first, Damian was kind of steering clear of him, trying to assess him. Damian is a distrustful individual and he doesn't let just anyone in.

But (Y/N) was a persistent bastard, as Damian would often say. It took some time, but soon Damian didn't mind the cuddling. If they were watching a movie and (Y/N) wanted a cuddle? He would allow it. Would he be grumbling about it? Yes. Did he mean any of that grumbling? No. He may say yes, but everyone can see that he adored his little brother. But Damian would deny it. Until the day he died.

It was a night where everyone took a night off and Bruce wanted to spend time with his sons. So he called in a family night. A movie night in specific. Alfred was invited too. There were blankets, pillows and a lot of space in the home movie theater so they could all lie down comfortably. There were snacks and everyone was just happy to take a night off.

(Y/N) came in last, assessing where to lie down. Where is the best position for snuggles and cuddles. Bruce is a most certain option since (Y/N) started calling him dad and it warmed Bruce's heart. (Y/N) moved next to Bruce and Jason, moving to be in between them. The two chuckled and Bruce pulled a blanket over (Y/N), making sure to keep him warm.

Jason put an arm over his shoulders, allowing him to lean onto him.

" So, what are we watching? " (Y/N) asked, curious about what they choose while he was gone.

" We've managed to agree on Netflix. Not a movie yet so you made it in time for the vote, " Jason explained as he watched Dick and Tim arguing over the genre of the movies. (Y/N) smiled as he leaned on Jason, who adjusted his hold on his brother.

" What's the smile for? " Bruce asked in a quiet murmur.

" I'm just happy to have a family. To be loved. Despite the chaos that surrounds this family. "

Bruce smiled at that and brought (Y/N) closer to him. Jason didn't mind it, he allowed it. Damian watched everyone with a critical eye, trying not to smile. He has heard (Y/N)'s words and he was happy to hear them. He handed (Y/N) some popcorn and (Y/N) took them happily.

Alfred finally sat down on the couch after preparing the rest of the snacks. " Still undecided? "

(Y/N) sighed quietly, a smile still on his face. This family may be chaotic, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

[szynkaaa]

Billard pose ref here

Most recent brainrot is putting Kiwi and Oz into a modern AU. Monkey See, Monkey Do

Started out with Destined One frequenting the same bar to practice billard, while Oz is the resident pianist there and it just snowballed from there and now I have some backstories for those two idiots

🥝 Kiwi / Destined One

5th year medicine student. 25 years old, he started with his study when he was 20, took two years to travel around

Lost his parents and older brother in a car accident. He barely survived and was hospitalized for a long time. Selective mute since then

Uncle Shen Monkey then took him in and raised him

remembers the nurses and doctors fondly hence, why he also wants to study medicine and become a doctor later

Uncle Shen Monkey owns cocktail lounge / fancy bar called Flying Monkeys . Shen Monkey is also the barista also, and there are few pool tables available.

Kiwi spent a lot of his teen years playing billard, hence he is VERY good at it. Still goes to play and practice

Kiwi participates in local tournaments

also helps out at the lounge from time to time

Seems to be very popular among his peers despite being an introvert and loner??

his fellow students like him because when they ask him for help he gives it to them

the type that seems like a cold douche but will not hesitate to step in when he sees a woman being uncomfortable or being harrassed

kinda popular among the ladies, plus the fact that he looks really good when playing billard adds to it

probably gets asked out a lot, or phone numbers slipped into his bag

always rejects them because he got his sight set on someone else hehe

frequents @maiden-of-the-waters cafe a lot to study there

Avid comic collector. Wanted to be a comic artist as a kid....

🌟 Oz

Med student drop out during her practical years. 26 years old

parents divorced when she was super young. Dad moved away and remarried and has a new family. She has two half-siblings

occassionaly talks with the half siblings, but has not much contact with her father. Mom had full custody and essentially raised her as a single mom

typical tiger mom. Loves her mom but has a strained relationship with her at the moment. low contact

Did not have many friends as a kid, mom had a tight grip on her and her time and education. Started making real friends once she moved out for university. Met Yù @marcu-bug, Birdie @dunanana, Liyu @s0rr3l and Beike @maiden-of-the-waters and they are pretty much her only friends LOL

Started having piano lessons as early on. Had good promises to be a concert pianist, but ofc that is not a viable career path as per her mom

Studied medicine only because her mom wanted her to. She was VERY MISERABLE during her time as a student. Dropped out during the practical years because the pressure was just too much for her and she realized being a doctor was just not what she wanted to do. She wasn't happy with it, hence also why her relationship with her mom is strained, cause Oz was THIS close to finishing and then decided to ""give up""

Also her then-boyfriend cheated on her she caught him in bed with another person

And her great-grandfather passed away

overall not a good year on her mental health. Realized all she did was just doing what other people wanter her to do. Dropped out to take a break and just figure out her place in this world

works as a pianist at Flying Monkeys after dropping out. Shen Monkey pays really well and she also gets very good tips because. Helps out at the bar on days when they are short staffed to make some more extra cash

Gets hit on few times at work, but luckily a certain monkey is always there to look out for her....

🥝x 🌟

Kiwi bumped into Oz during his first year in univeristy. Probably when both needed to submit some paperwork for the univerity, Oz for dropping out. She noticed him carrying the newest comic issue of The Monkey King, and asked him about it

Learned really soon that he is a selective mute, but didn't treat him any differently and just carried on the conversation with him as usual, which he really appreciated

I wouldn't say it was love at first sight for him, more like the feeling you have when you're sitting in the plane and it is landing soon and you see the lights of your city below you and you know you are this close to home? Yeah it's that feeling.

anyway months passed and he hasn't seen her since then but she is always like there in the back of his mind

Uncle Shen Monkey telling him one day that he hired a new pianist which is nice cause they haven't had one in a while and that he wants Kiwi to be there to show her around the lounge a bit and stuff

Kiwi, not very happy about that because he doesn't really enjoy meeting new people, is then surprised to see that Oz is the new pianist his uncle hired.

Oz.... vaguely remembers him LOL. Probably takes her like a few weeks to go "hey.... have we met before???"

Suddenly Kiwi has a lot more time to be around his uncle's lounge again. Uncle Shen Monkey know what is up there. probably tries to play wingman

Enter the "and they were roommates" arc

Oz moved back to her mom but things are NOT good. lot's of fights

Kiwi overhearing one day how she asks Shen Monkey if he knows about any free rooms for rent to let her know

and whatdya know Uncle Shen Monkey does happen to know someone who has a free room

Kiwi. it's kiwi who has a free room that is sort of used as a storage at the moment. he doesn't mind Oz moving in there. Gives her a really good rent deal, where she is basically paying all the bills and that's it

Kiwi owns the apartment. His parents left a good amount of assets behind which he sold and then bought his own place

Oz is very grateful for the deal, because it helps her to save money and put aside to eventually move out and find her own place

spoiler alert that's not gonna happen lmfao

This is the apartment layout:

Oz has the room closes to the bathroom because Kiwi is nice like that. He'd move in an old piano in too for her to practice and play

at first Oz was very shy about playing because she doesn't want to disturb him when he is studying but he likes listening to her practice and play when he is studying

I think that before Oz moved in, Kiwi barely decorated the apartment much. The embodiment of only had the bare neccessaties in it. But once Oz moves in, it started to feel more like a home than just a housing for him to come back and pass out. I think the only real personal belonging he has is a good decent The Monkey King comic collectiona and collectibles

Definitely have a vinyl record player, something that Oz always wanted to have. She movied in with like five records in her collection, and Kiwi then gifted her a player, and the collection just grew from there

both are very much introverts, so they prefer to spend most of the time just chilling at home, on the couch together playing games or reading books

Oz does sometimes have her friends other to hangout

because both work crazy hours sometimes, Kiwi would go Flying Monkeys after his shift to pick Oz up and then they go home together

Kiwi doesn't know how to drive, never learned too traumatized from the accident. So Oz is the one who rents a car and drives when they decied to take trips together

Have a rule to put a sock on the door handle and text the other person to let them know when they have special guests at the palce

spoiler alert none of them ever bring any hook ups home lmfao

Oz does go on few dates but never brings anyone home because it just doesn't feel right

and Kiwi well, his heart belongs to only one person hehe

have weekly movie nights. Kiwi takes it personal if Oz binges a whole season without him

there is a lot more for me to share but then I'd have a massive essay so I will stop here.

anyway great chemistry as roomates. wink wink nudge nudge

[alittlebitofloveliness]

A rant about Ponyboy

For a fandom made up of a lot of teenagers and middle schoolers sometimes I wonder if people have ever met a fourteen year old in real life, because some of the Ponyboy headcanons/characterization I see on here has him acting/being treated like he's at MOST ten years old. I know folks get annoyed by Johnny infantilization but Pony infantilization bugs me too. Don't get me wrong, I think some of the soft headcanons are very sweet but just...not very true to Pony's characterization in the book. I'm not saying he's some hardened criminal but fourteen year olds often don't outwardly crave cuddles/snuggles and petnames, and Pony canonically is known to dislike being babied. He also mentions throughout the novel that kids on the east side grow up quicker than kids from wealthier areas ('When you're thirteen in our neighbourhood you know the score. You're not so smart at ten."). It makes sense, given the area Pony's grown up in, how 'toughness' and masculinity are valued and the fact he's growing up in the 1960s that he wouldn't really want people to see the softer side of his family/the gang's dynamic. I think people also to fail to recognize how Pony has grown by the end of the book. Sure he's decided to stay 'gold' but the scene with the broken bottle does show to some extent that he's hardened himself at least a little bit and that he no longer sees the world through rose tinted glasses. Like, the Pony at the end end of the book is not the same Pony as the beginning of the book and he's not some tiny little kid hat needs to be protected by his big scary older brothers, he's a teenager who's learned he has to be smart and take care of himself without becoming closed off to the world. Like sure, Soda and Darry would still be protective, but I absolutely think Pony would walk to the movies alone after the events of the book and remember to carry a blade with him. Yeah, Darry's a good guardian but he's also twenty, and Ponyboy is fourteen- he wouldn't be tracking Pony's movements 24/7. Also, it's the sixties, it was pretty common for kids to be out all day and for parents/guardians to have no way of contacting them. Pony probably tells Darry he's going to study at the library and goes all over town. Cell phones weren't a thing yet. It was very much a different time. All this is not to shit on anyone's interpretation of him or their headcanons! I have some unrealistic headcanons of him too! Sometimes soft Curtis bros are healing! But I find it very interesting and somewhat disheartening that the majority of Ponyboy characterization I see in this fandom ignores how the story changed him (even when it's not a Johnny and Dally lives AU) and that he is FOURTEEN YEAR OLD living in poverty in a rough neighbourhood, and a smart kid who recognizes a lot of issues in the world. I just wish I got to see more of him as a fully fleshed out character who has lived through trauma from a young age and learned to deal with it with the coping mechanisms available to a poor kid in the 1960s, whose relationship with his family is strong but contentious, instead of an uwu sad boy who Needs to Be Protected At All Costs by his brothers.

[coffeeadict61]

Humans Are Weird: Female Rage

Report: #298

Topic: Female Rage

Rage: Violent or uncontrollable anger.

I have studied the human race for months now but today is the day I have learned to fear them. Forget their unpredictable bodies, or overly complex inventions, or the horrific moments that crowd their history. It was only today I feared for my life in the presence of a human being.

I often record anger in incident reports and the like, but women make up a very tiny proportion of that. They tend to "keep their cool" ( a human turn of phrase) better than men on average. This doesn't seem to be a natural attribute but more of a learned survival mechanism against violence and abuse. It only seems to break the surface in grief or after years of trauma. But the new astrophysics intern Colette [Last Name Redacted] showed me a new human emotion. Rage.

Our ships astrophysics department was partnering with our engineering department to design a small weapons craft to protect us from the "space pirates" or looters we keep encountering. I had created a bond of "friendship" with little Colette, I suppose little doesn't fit. She is above average height and slightly underweight, (she is having trouble adjusting to our menu due to "texture issues" which I need to educate myself on). Moving forward. She came to speak to me on a very serious matter a week ago exactly while I was on my daily rounds. This was the reason I was behind schedule, she has, and I quote, "little legs" in comparison to mine. Colette spoke of the weapons project she had been assigned too. She spoke at length about her supervisors who wouldn't listen to her. She had discovered a bug in the engine system. A four that looked like a nine or something of that nature, and believed it to put the test pilots in danger. She requested that I ask management to promote her so that her voice would be listened too. I tried to calm her worries but she was insistent so I told her I'd try to bring it up in the next meeting. That meeting was yesterday. In the six days between our conversation and my turn to give my reports for the management council, I had talked myself out of my promise. I figured that her superiors knew best and she was just ambitious and maybe she didn't see what she thought she saw. Regardless, it is the biggest regret I carry.

The test flight launched today. The entire crew was given an hour additional break to watch. Colette tried to prevent the launch, arguing with the head scientists, trying to show them test she ran digitally, but they had security pull her back. She came to find me, asking if I spoke to management. I didn't answer. The announcer counted down in human numerals.

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 LAUNCH

I breathed a sigh of relief as the craft glided safely away, but Colette didn't, she didn't move an inch. The projects leader gave instructions through a radio. The experimental engines roared to life. Then, a moment of silence. Before the entire space craft was engulfed in a cloud of fire and gas. The silent explosion shook the floor beneath us as gasps and screams gave it a voice. The entire crew was killed. Many of them, friends or family of the onlookers. The onboard medic, the project leader's son and Colette's young husband. She collapsed to the ground sobbing, unable to stand on her shaking legs. I couldn't get her to move. I didn't try very hard.

Security swarmed the crowd, pushing them back from the windows and herding the grieving crowd to the different living areas. Many had to be carried. I carried Colette.

Hours later, after an emergency meeting and a meal, everyone was in bed. All but the council, security, the engineering department,and the astrophysics department. We sat in heavy silence as the project leader explained the error that lead to this tragedy. I studied him closely. No tears, just a stone cold face and a tremor in his hands. Suddenly the doors crashed open as Colette burst in. She wasn't grieving now. Colette grabbed the microphone from the leader's hand and threw it at the wall. It went straight through. Then she spoke. Shaking slightly, controlled rage gave the impression of bullets falling from her mouth with each syllable. "Murderers. You are all murderers." No one moved as we took on the weight of her statements. She spoke again but this time it was wasn't controlled. This time her rage wasn't an undertone but the message. This time she screamed it in a voice that echoed around the room and shook with each new sob.

"I TOLD YOU! I FING TOLD YOU THEY WOULD DIE! WHY DIDN'T YOU LISTEN TO ME?! HOW COULD YOU KILL THEM LIKE THAT?! IT'S YOUR FING FAULT!"

She broke anything within reach. A mug, "THEY WERE YOUR TEAM!" a chair, "WHY DIDN'T YOU PROTECT THEM?" a table, "YOUR OWN SON AND YOU STAND HERE CALLING IT AN ACCIDENT!" her voice. "IF YOU HAD BELIEVED ME AND MY EVIDENCE INSTEAD OF PLAYING F***ING POLITICS…"

She stopped. She stopped screaming, stopped crying, stopped expressing her pain. She bottled it up and wiped her face with her sweaters sleeve. She just stared at him. Taking deep breaths as he shook under her gaze. "Why didn't you listen to him? To me?" He fought back his tears and straightened his jacket. "Abe knew the risks-" Colette stepped forward and punched him hard, his nose making an audible crunch. Blood stained her knuckles as she hit him again and again. Finally I got up and grabbed her around her middle, pulling her off before she went to far. The leader whimpered and leaned on a table as she fought to get to him. To tear him apart. Finally she just stood rigidity holding onto me. "Never say his name again. You aren't his father. You're a murderer and you never deserved Abraham." She spit at his feet.

"Coward."

I pulled her out of the meeting hall, locked her in her quarters, and stood guard. I relive her plea for me to approach the council on her behalf. I cannot deny my part in the crew's death and doubt I'll ever forgive myself. Colette will surely never forgive me either.

In conclusion, I advise the guilty professionals and researchers transferred and tried. Both for the safety of our crew and themselves. Their professional licenses should be revoked no matter the outcome of their individual trials. We also need to form a mental health department and start providing dietary options for all diets and sensitivities. I also advise (though I recognize my lack of authority on the matter) that crewmember Colette [Last Name Redacted] be released of all charges and assigned a personal therapist of her choosing. As for the other loved ones of our lost crew, they should also receive support options and memorials for their lost and any other requests we can fulfil. I pray we never have a similar story to tell the next generation.

Human Observer #5743

[spiral-man]

My self indulgent list of Entities and what I think my connection to them would be, let’s go:

The Eye-I believe I could be a good avatar of the Eye because I’m super nosy, and have always been told I ask to many questions and am to curious and also I’m a pretty open book myself.

The Spiral-If I had to Pick an Entity I think I’d be most likely to serve it would be the Spiral. I have a lot of mental health issues and I have a hard time figuring out what’s real and what’s fake within my perception, Also I’m Pansexual and Pangender and I have ADHD so….

The Flesh-Think I could definitely be at least marked by The Flesh due to a history of $elf Harm (getting better!) and my fondness for NBC Hannibal.

The Lonely-Depression and Anxiety make me prime real-estate for the lonely and I have a bad tendency of dwelling in my own misery at times and finding comfort in that which is what this entity feeds on.

The Slaughter-I’ve got some anger issues and have a bit of a violent tendency at times (working on it).

The Hunt-Used to (still do) love games like tag and hide and seek, I really loved the adrenaline rush those games give you, especially in the woods or something.

The Stranger-I have a bit of a hard time feeling human, I feel like I’m doing it wrong most of the time, like I’m just ever so slightly off compared to everyone else, like I’m just pretending.

The Web-Manipulative parents need I say more.

The Dark-Always loved the dark, find it very comforting.

The End-I’ve never been scared of death, I’ve had some past suicidal issues and now I’m currently studying to be a funeral director/embalmer.

The Desolation-My family has a history of Arson in the sense that one of my grandmas siblings almost burnt their house down because they liked to play with matches, my grandmas son did burn a playground down because he liked to play with matches and my grandmas granddaughter (me, hi) also has almost burnt her house down (multiple times) due to enjoying playing with matches.

The Corruption-Probably my worst fear, when I was younger I loved bugs but these day they make me so uncomfortable, thinking about them makes me itch, and similar idea with rot in general I just hate it, this fear would have a easy time feeding on me.

The Buried-Similar to the dark, I actually do not mind super confined spaces and in fact find them sort of comforting at times.

The Vast-I used to really love to climb trees but I could never get to high up because I was scared of how unsteady it felt, in general I like climbing shit to be up high but if it feels unstable I feel like I’m about to pass out.

the Exctinction-Lived through a pandemic and constantly being informed about different new events that could end the world.

If you read all this, hot damn I love you wow thank you so much haha, this was purely self indulgent as ive seen other people do it and I find the fears so interesting.

[kirlicues]

Towering Brick Estate | Sims 2 House Download

This luxurious brick house is a towering 3-story estate for your rich sims. It features a pool, pool-house, and a large, fenced back yard. I’ve shared the download link at the bottom of this post, so keep scrolling down for that. 😊

It is fully furnished and has plenty of activities to keep a large family busy.

Here is the first floor: It includes the living room, kitchen and dining area, garage, and pool house.

Second floor:  This floor has a child's bedroom and bathroom, a family room, and a master suite with bathroom on-suite.

Third floor:  This floor has lots of room for exploring your sims’ hobbies, as well as a guest bedroom, half-bath, and another small bedroom that could be used a nursery. (You’ll have to pick that crib up and place it straight against the wall since I found out cribs are unusable on the diagonal after the fact).

Here are a few interior shots to give you a better feel for the look of the place:

Kitchen and dining area:

Living room:

Upstairs family room and study nook:

Kids’ bedroom:

Pool house entrance:

Back yard:

This home does have one flaw. Since I used gates and pillars right along the edge to make the tall fence the game seems to have issues keeping them with the lot on the right side when it saves. I used the ‘setquartertileplacement on’ , and the ‘moveobjects on’ cheats to place them. It is easy to add the wood pillars back in, but it is something you will need to do every time you reload the house, or you’ll just end up with a bunch of iron gates lining that side of the lot (See the picture below). I hope you will still love this lot and get enjoyment from playing with it despite this issue.

**April 2022**: It was recently brought to my attention that one of my lots was infected with the SDHB. 🤦‍♀️While this bug is simply an annoyance and will not corrupt your game, out of an abundance of caution, I am letting you know before you download this particular lot: it might be infected with this bit of “extra friendly” code. 

This home was was built in a completely new lot and no sims have ever lived here before. I’m hoping that means it’s safe, but if you care about this kind of thing you can download a file that will check for the SDHB bug and fix it, or you can run the Lot Cleaner on it as soon as you open it. I play with the NoSimLoaded patch which prevents the “Super Duper Hug” social interaction from ever happening in my game (this is the reason I just found out my game was infected). 😳 Running this lot through the LotCleaner wipes out the custom-built fence that runs at the perimeter of the lot. Since that’s one of the things I like best about this lot I’m keeping it as it is.

Update 2025: Despite being built on a brand new lot, this house was infected with the SDHB, and I couldn't seem to get rid of it until I changed the fencing from hanging slightly off the lot to being entirely within the lot grid. This means the look has changed slightly from what I shared originally, but I think the adjustments still fit within the aesthetic of "large and imposing brick mansion". 😂

You can see the changes in the picture below. I moved the side fences in one block, added a fancy low hedge, and took out the gates at the back and replaced them with the wrought iron fence. You can use "move objects on" to place gates along the back wall of the lot when you play, if you wish.

{DOWNLOAD} Fixed!

Lot dimensions: 4x3

All EPs and SPs are required.

This home is nearly CC free. It only has two items, and these can easily be replaced or omitted if you don’t want them.

CC List: -Maxis Match Wall Cabinets by CTNutmegger over at ModtheSims -Garden Swing of Bliss and Harmony (Pre-order bonus for Seasons)

I ALWAYS recommend using the Sims 2 Clean Pack installer to install lot files.

[evolutionsvoid]

Islands are fascinating, if a little frustrating, ecosystems to study. Unlike habitats on mainland, which are all interconnected and have a whole lot of bleed over in certain regions, islands are their own separate thing. You might as well be stepping onto another world if you find one out in the middle of the ocean. It is here that life has gone on with no idea of anything else around it. The species that are here are the only things they have to deal with, and thus they have grown accordingly. With no clue of the rest of the world's rules, you get things like giant creatures becoming tiny and small critters now acting like megafauna. It is truly a mind-boggling thing to take in, and I feel like there is an endless amount of research to be done here. However, the frustrating part is that these places are fragile, and one muck up from the outside world can destroy these tiny worlds before we have a chance to understand them.

The reason I am waxing on about this is because the species I am writing about comes from an island. Like the others who live in isolation, they have grown in odd ways that is very unusual for their family. The Rahiruru is a bird, and rather big one. Their life on this remote island has caused them to grow to the size of a bear, and that isn't the only thing they took from them! It seems that a long time ago, the Rahiruru decided it didn't need wings anymore, which I guess came from the fact it had nowhere to fly to. Thus, the species is flightless, and even straight up wingless. Their forelimbs have changed more into dexterous appendages, more akin to bird feet than bird wings. And so instead of flying, they are knuckle walkers that live their entire lives on the ground. Crazy to imagine from something that is a member of the harpy family!

While odd as it may be with its size and flightless manner, why it has gone this path appears obvious. It has renounced its wings because there is no where to go, and there is nothing to run from. With that, it also explains why they have gotten so big, because the Rahiruru has no threats to worry about. On this island, they are the biggest thing around, and thus nothing contests them. There are no major predators here, resulting in no worries for this big bird.

If you weren't aware of this place lacking predators, you could probably get clued in by the way the Rahiruru acts. This quadrupedal bird beast struts about without a care in the world, doing whatever it pleases. They make no effort to hide or keep quiet, and defensive measures are probably something they never thought about. They feed on fruits, nuts and bugs, and most of the time their manners are far from polite. Rahiruru will gorge themselves on the spoils of the land, to the point where they practically fall asleep on the dinner table. They eat so much that they get lazy and sluggish, which soon leads to nap time. Honestly, that seems to be most of their lives, eating and sleeping. Grooming takes up the other part, but their efforts in that are also pretty lax. If one finds a bountiful fruit tree, then they may spend an entire week sitting under it and refusing to budge, fat and happy as long as the fruit keeps falling. They are so passive and uncaring, that outsider beings like you or I could walk right up to them without an issue! They straight forgot how to interpret threats and how to act around them!

When it comes to breeding, Rahiruru use booming calls to locate mates. The noises that result are probably not what you expect. They are very low and sound sort of quiet, but that is because it is at a level we can't really hear. Though it isn't impressive to us, other Rahiruru can hear it clear as day, and it travels all across the island. When females come in, then they use more conventional croaking calls from their inflated air sacs to sweeten the pot. If a male comes to challenge their mating attempts, the two may settle it with annoyed shoves and weak wrestling.

Rahiruru eggs are laid on the ground, because why bother hiding it from predators that don't exist? They hardly build a nest too, as the female just uses her body to keep them safe and warm. She will lounge about on top of the eggs til hatching, and when the harplets come out they will not stay in any nest. Rather, they use their hooked forelimbs to cling to their mother, who will then seek out a nearby food source for her and her children. These babies stay with their mother for way longer than many other bird species, but that seems to be due to their general lethargy than anything else. The young ones don't feel like leaving and mom doesn't feel like kicking them out. It looks more like they leave whenever they get bored, or their wandering takes them in a different direction.

Due to their size and appearance, the Rahiruru drew quite a lot of attention when it was first discovered. Well, when it was "discovered" a second time by outsiders, because locals who lived near these islands knew about them for far longer. Travelers chucked out the original name in favor of calling them "owlbears" due to them looking a fusion of both. They marveled at these giant birds and stories began to spread far and wide. Some folk recalled tales of shipwrecked sailors washing up on an island filled with "large, beautiful women" and wondered if these Rahiruru were the origin. Do remember that harpies have air sacs that look like human breasts, and the males have the biggest set amongst the two. With their odd head feathers, wingless state and "bosom," I guess dehydrated, sun poisoned sailors could get the interpretation that they landed on an island paradise with very large women. I struggle to see how someone could be that out of their gourd to think a bird was a woman, but I guess those folk were desperate at the time and clearly deranged. You think one of them would wise up and wonder why there was an island of nothing but giant lazy ladies who did nothing but ate and slept, but I guess they didn't want to spoil the fantasy (hey, if such a place existed, sign me up for an extended vacation). Lets just hope that the stories were accurate and that the sailors did nothing else but eat fruit and sleep. I really do hope that...

Outside of the raunchy hallucinations, the Rahiruru gained itself some popularity, especially when advertised as an "owlbear." It made them sound fantastical, and folks were interested in seeing more of these strange beasts. This is where things go south, because when the people see a market, they start doing stupid things. And wouldn't you believe it, people started capturing Rahiruru and bringing them to other places, to either show off to crowds or sell as pets. Obviously, their population didn't take to this too kindly, especially when these ships started bringing outsider species to their island. Invasive rats and other critters got introduced and started causing havoc, which led to Rahiruru losing eggs to these vermin. The population took a steep drop, and things weren't looking good. On top of that, some knotheads thought that an "owlbear" would be the perfect creature to throw into a gladiator arena. This stupid idea came from the name and their appearance, which people assumed would make them fierce fighters. They only realized how poorly researched this plan was when they opened the cage to let their monsters loose and the poor Rahiruru only cowered in its corner in fear! They never fought anything before, and thus weren't designed for screaming arenas filled with savage beasts! I don't want to think of how many perished horribly to being thrown into this blood sport.

Thankfully, this story doesn't end badly, as people started to wise up and realize this species was quickly headed towards extinction. Locals took action to protect the island these birds lived on, finding ways to kill the vermin and ward off poaching. Researchers and conservationists looked to secure the birds that were taken off the island, as they needed every potential breeder they could. It was said that some zoos bought caught Rahiruru from their gladiator captors once the owners realized they made poor fighters. Those that could be sent back home safely were returned to the wild, while others broken by captivity stayed in zoos. There the birds could be taken care of and used to educate (like telling folk their real name and not that stupid owlbear junk). Folks curious to see one could visit these facilities rather than some idiot's collection of animals he doesn't know how to take care of. These captive ones were also used for breeding, and the young born from these programs would be reared and released back on their island. It was no easy feat, but the Rahiruru population was saved through these efforts. The island is now heavily watched and maintained, looking to keep it as close to its original state as they could. Those who couldn't make it back home at least now have comfortable lives, and they don't seem to be complaining. Due to their charming appearance and popularity, some of these residents absolutely get spoiled by their keepers and audience. They certainly earned it!

Chlora Myron

Dryad Natural Historian

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"Rahiruru"

The idea started as me doing a harpy version of a kakapo, but then I realized my idea was getting close to an owlbear. It was then I thought "huh, it would be neat if this took some notes from said owlbear! Let me see what their deal is!" And from what I looked up, owlbears scream and kill things, and they are always screaming and always killing things. And when they aren't screaming and killing things, they are dreaming of screaming and killing things. Thus, I kinda threw that idea out and went the complete opposite, at least personality wise.

[la-principessa-nuova]

one thing that bugs me is when i’m trying to look into whether some health claim is legitimate and i look at the published research on it, and there isn’t very much, only a few small studies without controls or things like that, and then some reviews of the literature that conclude that there isn’t enough evidence.

But nothing is indicating it to be false. Like there isn’t one piece of solid research dispelling the claim, just literally nobody has done so. So there’s just weak evidence in support of it and anecdotal claims but nothing against.

But then when you see people discussing it, it’s entirely either people who 100% buy into the claim espousing it without any doubt and fully trusting the companies who sell products based on it, or people 100% saying it’s fake and doesn’t work because the research is weak.

But like everyone is wrong. The actual answer is that nobody knows, and the companies selling products based on the claims are certainly scamming when they advertise as if the claims are true.

idk it just bugs me that like (a) people are so adamantly overconfident on both sides and (b) nobody is testing these things with a control group to prove them wrong so we can just have a solid answer and move on.

mainly i run into this trying to answer family members’ questions about or refute their suggestions for me to take some supplement they are seeing advertised

but lately there’s been some things where i’m noticing my diet is lacking a certain nutrient that i’ve heard helps with something i’m having issues with but then trying to figure out if supplementing that actually helps with it leads to inconclusive answers.

and usually it stops at just like “well don’t worry about it and make sure you eat a varied and well-rounded diet” and like sure that sounds great so i just need to stop being neurodivergent then and all my problems will go away, got it.

[rosethornewrites]

Fic: the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break, ch. 24

Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī & Wēn Qíng, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín & Jiāng Yànlí & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén & Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī

Characters: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Wēn Qíng, Wēn Níng | Wēn Qiónglín, Granny Wēn, Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī, Wēn Remnants, , Fourth Uncle, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Jiang Yanli, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin, Original Characters, Niè Míngjué, Niè Huáisāng, Niè Zōnghuī, Jīn Zǐxuān

Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Secrets, Crying, Masks, Soulmates, Truth, Self-Esteem Issues, Regret, It was supposed to be a one-shot, Fix-It, Eventual Relationships, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, wwx needs a hug, Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Filial Piety, Handfasting, Phobias, Sleeping Together, Fear, Panic Attacks, Love Confessions, Getting Together, First Kiss, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Family, and they were married, Bathing/Washing, Hair Braiding, Hair Brushing, Feels, Sex Education, Implied Sexual Content, First Time, Aftercare, Morning After, Afterglow, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Torture, Scars, Eventual Happy Ending, Hand Jobs, Chronic Pain, Biting, Conversations, Self-Sacrifice, POV Third Person, POV Lan WangJi, Bugs & Insects, Adoption, Ancestors, Ancestor Veneration, Golden Core Reveal, Top Lan Wangji | Lan Zhan/Bottom Wei Wuxian | Wei Ying, First Time Blow Jobs, Multiple Orgasms, Switching, sex-related injury, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī Stays at the Burial Mounds, Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī is a Wèi, Good Sibling Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Disability, Scheming Niè Huáisāng, Disabled Character

Summary: Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan arrive, with unexpected results.

Notes: See end

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Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23

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Once the meal is complete, the rest of the Wei family trickling out, including Popo and a reluctant A-Yuan, Lan Wangji presses the talisman book into Wei Ying’s hands so he can present it to Xiongzhang. His husband smiles in gratitude.

“Lan Zhan helped with this because his calligraphy is a lot better than mine,” Wei Ying says. “These are talismans I developed to help deal with different forms of resentful energy, in terms of how to remove it safely.”

Xiongzhang is already flipping through the book, Nie Mingjue beside him and also reading over his shoulder. Jiang Wanyin stands for a better look.

“Different forms?” Nie Huaisang asks. “Isn’t it all just resentful energy?”

Wei Ying shakes his head, adopting something of the air of a scholar, but he’s clearly a little restrained, perhaps still reluctant to discuss his cultivation, fearing judgment.

“It’s dependent on a variety of factors, including the emotion powering the resentment and what ‘vessel’ the resentment inhabits, if any—like you have to handle yao, mo, gui, and guai differently, but it’s even more complex than that basic categorization because of the different factors.”

He’s referring to the differences between resentful creatures, and it reminds Lan Wangji of the disastrous conversion between his husband and his uncle during the lectures at the Cloud Recesses. Wei Ying has been exploring the different ways such creatures should be classified, and has started to identify factors that complicate that classification.

The research is groundbreaking, as few have ever studied resentment for reasons other than gaining power, Wei Ying trying to make the best of his situation by improving cultivation knowledge. Lan Wangji has had the opportunity to read his notes as he transcribed them, and he is endlessly amazed by his brilliance.

“You can pull resentment from objects?” Nie Mingjue asks, his expression inscrutable.

The attention makes Wei Ying shrink a little in his seat, and Lan Wangji takes his hand, squeezing it to reassure him. His hesitance to discuss his cultivation is palpable, and partly his fault for having judged him without listening, even if it was out of concern.

“Often each case requires a slightly different solution, but I can generally figure it out, given time. Some objects can be intrinsically connected to the resentment, while others are simply inhabited by it at random.”

Nie Mingjue considers that and nods, keeping whatever thoughts he has to himself and going back to perusing the book as the next page is turned.

“Truly, Wuxian, these are revolutionary, almost too much for a dowry,” Xiongzhang says finally.

“It’s dowry for Lan Zhan, so if anything it’s far too little,” Wei Ying replies with a laugh.

Lan Wangji’s ears heat at his husband’s regard for him, but he also worries Wei Ying is too self-effacing and doesn’t credit his own brilliance enough—Xiongzhang’s assessment of them isn’t overblown; these talismans are truly priceless in their genius and usefulness.

“Wei Ying’s worth cannot be quantified,” he tells him seriously.

He is gratified when Wei Ying blushes deeply and hides his face, overly dramatic as he tends to be when complimented sincerely, something that he never finds boring.

“Hanguang-Jun, spare your poor husband. Your sincerity is too much,” he murmurs.

“Since when have you been shy at compliments?” Jiang Wanyin asks, amused.

Wei Ying only responds by sticking out his tongue, and his brother rolls his eyes good-naturedly.

“I have made a separate copy of the book for Wei Ying to keep, which may eventually be placed in the library at Lotus Pier,” Lan Wangji tells Jiang Wanyin, ignoring their antics.

He receives a nod of thanks, the Jiang sect leader’s attention already caught when Xiongzhang turns another page, the talismans drawing attention.

“Wei-xiong, we finished the rest of the yuefu,” Nie Huaisang comments, not as riveted by the book of talismans as the others. “Your baihua is better than mine and Wei Ning’s, so you should go over it to make sure it’s right.”

Wei Ning ducks his head at the acknowledgment of his help, shy, and Wei Qing nods her thanks to Nie Huaisang for including her brother. There was concern that he would not be accepted by their visitors, which would cause issues with any swearing of siblinghood, but it’s clear by how Nie Huaisang treats him, giving him back some dignity through not only including him, but also cleaning up his appearance so he once again looks like a young master, that their worries were needless.

Nie Huaisang pulls out the sheaf of parchment containing the poem and sets it in front of Wei Ying with a flourish, clearly proud of his work, and Wei Ying shifts through them until he finds the spot he read last. Wei Ning helpfully brings out an inkstone and brush for him to use if he needs to make changes.

While the respective sect leaders pore over the book of talismans, the rest of them peruse the draft, Wei Ying correcting the baihua as he goes, and once rewriting an entire line in a way that makes it fit the yuefu more organically.

“Nie-xiong, I can’t adopt all the street kids in Yiling,” he says emphatically, though his tone betrays him. “I mean, we can feed them now, at least, but what about when it comes time to move to Lotus Pier?”

“The sect needs people,” Jiang Wanyin cuts in before Nie Huaisang can speak, barely looking up from the book. “You don’t have to adopt them as your kids, just as Wei if they want your name. The ones who have the aptitude can become cultivators, and the others we’ll find a place for. There’s room here now for them, and you and Lan Wangji can start their education.”

Wei Ying stares at him, clearly flummoxed, but Lan Wangji knows this is something his husband would love to do—to give children like himself a home so they won’t have to live in the streets and fight dogs for food.

Nie Huaisang clears his throat pointedly.

“Wei-xiong, it will help with your image. No one will believe the Jin rumors, especially with a gaggle of kids hanging off you.”

“Unless they say we eat them or that I use them in some sort of dark rituals,” Wei Ying mutters darkly. “I’ve heard worse said about the Yiling Patriarch.”

Lan Wangji hates that those rumors exist. They are such an anathema to everything that is Wei Ying, beyond insulting almost to the point of blasphemy against his soul.

“You well know no one will notice the disappearance of street children, so there will be time. By the time it’s noticed enough, I’ll be able to take care of any rumors,” Nie Huaisang says, a determined twist to his lips. “A war without fighting is something I can handle, particularly if it subdues our enemies with less turmoil.”

Nie Mingjue drags his attention from the book to study his younger brother, clearly reassessing him, something Nie Huaisang doesn’t even notice, instead leaning over the table, absorbed in reading the changes Wei Ying has made to the yuefu so far.

“Now that we have enough supplies, I can start a clinic,” Wei Qing adds. “That should sow more goodwill, and we can bring meals for the street children.”

“That’ll work better than anything else—they’ll be wary, so it’ll take time,” Wei Ying says distantly, his gaze unfocused.

Lan Wangji can only assume he is thinking about his own childhood, surviving alone for years, and he remembers the scars from dog bites on Wei Ying’s legs. He offers what comfort he can, placing a comforting hand on his back, and is pleased when his husband relaxes at his touch.

Eventually Xiongzhang and Nie Mingjue wander off with Wei Qing to visit some of the warded areas and discuss future night hunts in the Burial Mounds, and Jiang Wanyin tags along—likely he will also send juniors to night hunt, but he’s really accompanying Wei Qing.

Nie Zonghui stays with Nie Huaisang, but generally stays out of the yuefu discussion except when it involves cultivation; at one point he and Wei Ying have a theoretical conversation about yin energy that ultimately adds nothing to the manuscript. Lan Wangji readily admits it is beyond his understanding, and Nie Huaisang spends the entire conversation looking as lost as Lan Wangji feels, though he is pleased the Nie first disciple isn’t balking at such a discussion or treating Wei Ying with the disdain he’s seen far too many of the gentry levy toward him.

The review and discussion of the yuefu comes to an end less than a ke before the others rejoin them, at which point Nie Huaisang dramatically announces the more interesting changes, largely to gloat over the debates he won.

Xiongzhang at least feigns interest, while Nie Mingjue shakes his head at his didi’s antics, but it’s rather a relief when Wei Ying and Wei Ning both jolt slightly. Not only does he prefer not to have the last few hours rehashed, but he is anxious for the swearing ceremony, if only for the sense that, with that complete, they will be that much closer to bringing Wei Ying home.

Jiang Wanyin seems to understand a moment later, asking “Jie?”

Wei Ying smiles, almost too bright, as though he too is feeling the weight of it all, and Lan Wangji takes his arm to urge him to his feet, letting the gesture remind his husband that he faces nothing alone now.

The Nies and Xiongzhang decide against accompanying them to the base of the Burial Mounds, allowing Wei Ying time to collect himself while accompanied by those he has learned to trust to help him.

Jin Zixuan, surprisingly, is not dressed in gold, but a robe of soft purple with embroidered pink peonies on the hems of the collar and sleeves, a nod to his Jin heritage in the peonies and their color, but also to the Jiang in the color of the robe. Jiang Yanli is wearing a pink robe in the Jin hue embroidered with purple lotuses, an interesting counterbalance to her husband. It is perhaps a nod to visiting the bride’s home and the joining of family, but also one that allows them to stand out a bit less, perhaps looking like late-leaving Jiang wedding guests. They are accompanied by a contingent of Jiang cultivators, as well as a carriage drawn by a duo of nervous-looking horses, which will need to be hidden near the base of the Burial Mounds from any prying eyes.

As soon as they come into view, Jiang Yanli rushes through the ward to her siblings, fussing over Wei Ying’s health, though he has to disentangle himself to key Jin Zixuan through the wards. The latter bows in greeting, and he returns the gesture a bit awkwardly. Some of the Jiang disciples also need to be keyed in.

Once inside, Jin Zixuan only takes notice of Wei Qing and Wei Ning when Wei Ying introduces them, all eyes for his wife, and he bows to them to greet them as well as Lan Wangji and Jiang Wanyin.

Jiang Wanyin passes orders to his men, and Wei Ying tells them where the horses can be tethered.

“It’s where we kept the horses from the labor camp before we sold them,” he says, glancing at Jin Zixuan to gauge his reaction as the Jiang disciples handle unhitching the animals and unloading a number of qiankun pouches from the carriage.

Jin Zixuan simply nods, clearly unconcerned with the matter. Likely the fate of the horses was an afterthought, given the situation.

While they make the trek up to the settlement, Jin Zixuan thanks the siblings for rescuing and protecting Jiang Yanli and her brothers, outright acknowledging the debt, and even apologizing for his sect’s role in Wei Ning’s death.

“There is quite a bit I have been kept in the dark about,” Jin Zixuan says. “A-Li has asked me to discard my preconceptions and see the truth for myself. The rumors about Wei Wuxian have seemed a stretch at best, anyway.”

Wei Ying glances at him, clearly nonplussed since his main interactions with Jin Zixuan have involved physical violence.

“You’ve hit me, but I deserved it both times, and what any of us did during the Sunshot Campaign shouldn’t count against us,” Jin Zixuan explains when he sees the expression. “Except the noble acts of We— er, Wei Qing and Wei Qionglin, of course, but the things we had to do in wartime, to defeat Wen Ruohan…”

He breaks off with a shake of his head.

“We all did what we had to do,” Jiang Wanyin says, taking over. “And we’ll be discussing more about the why at the settlement.”

Lan Wangji catches Wei Ying’s shoulder when he stumbles over a root, keeping him from falling, and Wei Qing elbows Jiang Wanyin none too gently.

“You lot can handle that—Wei Wuxian needs his treatment, and we can reconvene at dinner.”

Blessedly, while Jin Zixuan looks curious, he seems to know better than to pry, and the rest of the trek is spent in an awkward silence.

As soon as they are within view of the settlement, A-Yuan breaks away from Popo and runs to greet his guma, but when he catches sight of their new visitor he skids to a halt so quickly he falls down, wailing and calling “Diedie, Baba!”

While the others freeze, clearly taken aback by A-Yuan’s reaction, Lan Wangji springs forward with Wei Ying to pick up their son before his husband can hurt himself. The child clings to them, sobbing and babbling about the “bad forehead man,” and he realizes he must be referring to the zhushazhi that identifies Jin Zixuan as a member of the Jin clan.

When Jin Zixuan tries to move closer and speak, clearly hoping to calm A-Yuan, the wails turn to terrified shrieks, so full of deep-seated terror that it hurts Lan Wangji to witness. He can see Wei Ying is similarly affected.

Wei Qing joins them while they try to calm him, Wei Ying trying to remind him that this is the good Jin that Jiang Yanli married, her lips pursed as she assesses the situation. A-Yuan is too beyond comfort for the words to reach him, in near-hysterics, and seeing him so distressed makes it clear how badly he was traumatized by what the survivors experienced in the labor camp.

Ultimately, she turns to Jiang Yanli and mimes wiping the vermillion mark away, and blessedly she does so after consulting with Jin Zixuan, her horrified-looking husband completely cooperative. Unfortunately, it does nothing to calm A-Yuan, and Jiang Wanyin quickly organizes the Jiang contingent to block Jin Zixuan from view.

By this time, Xiongzhang and the Nies have arrived, drawn by A-Yuan, along with Popo. Several of the refugees also gather, their expressions sad but devoid of surprise.

“Jiang Wanyin, can you handle updating Jin-gongzi while we handle this?” Wei Qing asks over A-Yuan’s crying, her exhaustion bleeding through into her tone. “Popo and our other guests will be able to help you, particularly Nie Huaisang with the yuefu. I doubt Wei Wuxian wants to be present for most of it, anyway.”

Fortunately, this is readily agreed to by all parties, aside from A-Yuan, who has broken into a coughing fit. By the time the others have left, he’s lost part of his lunch in the dirt and is a whimpering limpet in Lan Wangji’s arms.

“Diedie and Baba won’t let anything bad happen,” Wei Ying tells the boy, even though he’s beyond hearing, having cried himself most of the way to sleep, “and Qing-gugu and Ning-shushu won’t either. You’re safe, baobei.”

Wei Ying starts to use a sleeve to wipe A-Yuan’s face, paying no mind to the high quality of the clothing, but Wei Qing stops him, handing him a clean cloth from a pocket to use instead. He speaks gently and soothingly, just repeating that he’s safe, until the child’s eyes close, his breath hitching occasionally as though he’s still crying even asleep.

Wei Qing gestures toward the cave and Lan Wangji leads Wei Ying, rearranging A-Yuan in his arms so he can guide him by a sleeve, recognizing that this has shaken his husband. They didn’t know how deeply A-Yuan had been scarred in his time at the Jin labor camp, but this has made it very clear in a horrifying and unexpected way to all present. Though they spoke to the boy beforehand to make him aware of Jin Zixuan’s visit, all the warning in the world could do nothing to prevent his terror at just the sight of the zhushazhi, so deeply had he been traumatized.

“None of us could have known,” Wei Qing says as they enter the cave, “so don’t blame yourselves—I can practically hear you doing that, both of you.”

Lan Wangji knows full well that won’t prevent Wei Ying from doing so, and it will be a struggle not to blame himself, especially as he saw the wreckage of the labor camp. They both know what the rescued people here went through, but neither of them considered A-Yuan, with the boy so bubbly and bright.

They remove A-Yuan’s soiled and dirty outer robes, and Wei Ying helps him arrange A-Yuan on the bed, nestled in blankets, his touches gentle as though the boy is made of glass, and then arranges himself nearby after stripping to his zhong yi trousers, making sure he can hold one of A-Yuan’s hands as though to remind him he’s not alone even in his sleep.

Wei Qing’s treatment focuses on his hips, and by the end of it Wei Ying is asleep, as per usual, needing only for the blankets to be drawn up around him, something Lan Wangji does as soon as the last acupuncture needle has been removed. He shifts A-Yuan to be closer to Wei Ying, who instinctively puts an arm around the boy in his sleep.

“I’ll go handle our guests, and come collect you for supper—I expect we’ll do the swearing ceremony afterward,” Wei Qing says brusquely, running a gentle hand through A-Yuan’s hair in a way that belies her tone. “I’ll bring fresh robes for A-Yuan.”

She isn’t the type to offer potentially empty reassurances, and so Lan Wangji isn’t surprised when she simply gathers her supplies and slides the curtain shut behind her without another word.

Lan Wangji is left to the quiet of Wei Ying and A-Yuan’s soft breathing. He can’t help but feel off-balance, A-Yuan’s heartbreaking reaction unsettling. The worry is unavoidable, with one goal so close to being met and yet the relief tempered now with the revelation of the scars on their son’s psyche.

As difficult as it is, he must trust in the others, and so he sets up an inkwell so he can transcribe more of Wei Ying’s notes to put the next half-shichen or so to good use, as his place is beside his husband and son.

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So all the Auspicious Eight are at the Burial Mounds ready to swear siblinghood. And yet a wrench in the works: A-Yuan’s trauma triggered by seeing Jin Zixuan’s zhushazhi, the vermillion dot. I did research to figure out how it would be referred to—meta on Tumblr is amazing.

This was a necessary stopping point for this chapter, as it would’ve gone on another 3000 words and taken much longer to get out otherwise. I promise this fic isn’t abandoned, just slow to update as a result of having multiple in-progress multichapter fics and my health issues.

Unsurprisingly, comorbidities popped up in the health area. As expected, treating the primary ones revealed more that need to be treated. It’s a frustrating journey, but I have a wonderful team of doctors that I’ve put together and we’re slowly getting on track to recovery. Good news: I don’t have any markers in tests of other autoimmune diseases. Just the one.

baba - dad

baihua - commoner writing

baobei - baby

diedie - dad

jie - older sister

shichen - two hour period

xiong - brother

xiongzhang - older brother

yao, mo, gui, and guai - types of resentful beings, see Lan Qiren’s quiz of Wei Wuxian during the lectures

yuefu - type of poetry, see previous chapter

zhong yi - undergarments consisting of trousers and a shirt that tends to tie closed in front

zhushazhi - zhusha is cinnabar, and with zhi it becomes cinnabar mole

[neon-u-dumb-shxtty-child]

Hiii bestie I'm here to share my ideas for a Phineas and Ferb au :] (tried not to make this too long ee)

Wally: Phineas, Barnaby: Ferb, Julie: Isabella, Frank: Baljeet, Eddie: Buford, Poppy: Perry, Sally: Candace, Home: Linda/Lawrence, Howdy: Doof

Ages: Wally, Julie, Eddie: 10. Barnaby, Frank: 11. Sally: 16, Poppy: 17, Howdy: 29, Home: 42

Wally has lots of ideas and is less talkative than Barnaby but he does talk. he and Barnaby are inseparable.

Barnaby (contrary to Ferb) talks a lot. He's the one explaining what they're doing and is there to help Wally make his idea a reality

Julie is the energetic girl next door! she can either have no crush, a crush on Wally, or a crush on Barn. idk man

Frank is a nerd but isn't afraid to get dirty. catch this kid digging in the dirt and climbing trees for science! loves bugs still ofc. in denial about a possible crush on Eddie.

Eddie isn't a bully, but does have personal space issues. he'll pick up his friends, etc without asking. this especially annoys Frank bc he's usually the victim of this. by hypothetical mid season 2 Eddie gets some character development and learns to respect personal space more. he has a crush on frank

Home is Wally and Barnaby's guardian. He adopted them separately. doesn't believe Sally and thinks she's exaggerating their shenanigans for Dramatic Effect.

Sally is their next door neighbor and Poppy's best friend. she's at Wally's house so often bc she's nosy and is determined to prove to Home that these kids are building rollercoasters in the backyard.

Poppy "doesn't do much" but is secretly a young secret agent and the most anxious one. she's good at her job tho! she's the other nextdoor neighbor and Sally's best friend.

Howdy is,, an evil inventor/capitalist? he's got Big Ideas and Inventions but they always end up evil. he doesn't get along with his family except for his nephews. He and Poppy are nemeses

PHINEAS AND FERB AU?? THIS ATE SO HARD I LOVE THIS

Wally and Barnaby having the Phineas and Ferb dynamic but switching the talking roles is so cool. Wally has too many ideas and Barn is happy to help!

Julie being their friend and not having a crush is honestly how I can see it, maybe she feels a little left out in the neighborhood and that’s why she’s constantly hanging around them? Gives her more motivation to stick around besides Isabella’s crush in canon

Frank and Eddie having crushes on each other but being in denial is adorable. Eddie likes Frank and is super physical about it, which annoys Frank but probably also makes him happy knowing Eddie’s comfortable enough to be doing that- they’re in love your honor

Home being Wally and Barnaby’s guardian makes me so happy idk why. Him just being a parent who goes along with his kids’s wacky ideas and ignores the neighbor girl constantly telling him about the inventions they make every day is great. I can totally see him knowing about it and keeping it secret so his kids can enjoy themselves

Sally seriously wanting people to know about the kids and their inventions makes me laugh so hard. She’s trying so hard and no one believes her besides Poppy

Poppy tries her best even if she’s nervous. I think if she’s taking Perry’s role, she can sometimes be Wally and Barnaby’s babysitters just for the “hey, where’s Poppy?” bit

Howdy as an evil scientist my beloved, I’d marry him <3

Howdy and Poppy beefing is so funny to me because I can totally see Poppy being terrified every time it happens but still defeating Howdy through either his own incompetence or some crazy circumstances

Blud is 29 beefing with a 17 year old lmao

Howdy, successfully putting Poppy in a trap: hahah u die now

Poppy: no I have an English test tomorrow I need to study-

Howdy: oh shit my bad

I adore this, it’s actually super cute. Just a nice wholesome au of everyone being silly and having summer fun! What’s not to love!

[honeybeecomebuzzingme]

Grr why am I worried about him???

All my online friends are saying I need to reaffirm my boundaries and not let myself fall into bad habits. But damn there's this annoying dysphoria when I think about this whole process and I wish I could have the energy to turn it around and be mad.

But I'm not angry. I'm concerned because he's my friend and I want him to be ok.

I don't understand why I need to be angry and turn off that worry I have for someone who I will always consider my best friend.

My brain can't compute these emotions.

It's easier if I compartmentalize and make a list as follows:

1- I appreciate any friends I have who have taken me to hospital or helped me in a time of need deserve equal in return.

2- I understand that my friends all have mental health issues and such things I cannot do anything other than listen and give moral support for them to seek help.

3- I see now that it is not my responsibility to keep bugging my friends to seek help for themselves. They need to do that for themselves when they are ready.

I'm not sure what else to say.

I'll leave with the promise that I am working on myself. I'm learning to be me.

I'm learning to accept myself.

I am an amazing person.

I can sorta play the guitar, some harmonica from primary school, and I'm learning the violin. (I also want to learn to play bass guitar and eventually the harp).

I can speak German, some Dutch, and French, Gaelic from living in Scotland, a tiny bit of Welsh from when I lived in Wales, and I picked up a little bit of Japanese from anime. Also, I have basic knowledge of asl and bsl from classes, I was working on how to write in kanji/hiragana and in Arabic in the past.

I've studied many things over the past ten years. I'm a highly accomplished student despite my shortcomings and absences.

I really enjoy photography and painting.

I can design video games, phone apps, and flash animations. I can make jewelry from precious metals. I can make clothing from scratch, and I understand how the fashion industry operates, how much of what we wear in our every day life has been informed by history and culture.

I can also wire a plug, fix a leaky sink, and install internet in businesses and homes.

I am also experienced and trained in both the care of children and vulnerable adults.

I have first aid training and I am an eagerly experienced archery instructor. I love it!

And I've studied cyber security of course!

Also I know how Trump expects his drink served from my training in bartending and hospitality - our field trips were amazing - I wanted to be a bartender from that course but I prefer cooking.

I've also worked in kitchens in 3/4 parts of the UK. I just need to go to N. Ireland now.

I've had jobs like retail, call centres, but I enjoy cleaning because it's therapeutic!

And most importantly I am a writer! 💯🔥

I have self published the first trilogy of my 12 part book series set in Scotland. I've also self published the first book of my second trilogy. And it all started with a poetry book I also self published! 💪💜

I wrote mostly by myself at first but over time I have built up my supporters and I have a pretty awesome fanbase! ☺️❣️🥰

My profits are small but I love writing!

I love all my friends and family so much!

I love al my Nakama!

[wwooyology]

Light In The Dark | J.YH

「prompt」 : save me 「pairing」 : bsf!yunho x fem!reader 「word count」 : 1k

「synopsis」 : all of your silent pleas for help went unnoticed, and you were almost ready to just give up—until yunho showed up. seeing that something is wrong, he hopes to show you the light once more and answer your cry for someone to save you.

「genre」 : angst

「warnings」 : mentions of depression and suicide, bullying, family issues, crying, lmk if I missed anything!!

「notes」 : god this is late, and I apologize I got busy over the weekend and was pretty hung over yesterday to even attempt to write this

masterlist ─ navi. ─ angstober list

The world seemed to be against you; nothing ever went right, and when it did, it only lasted for a limited amount of time. Work has been working you to the bone without the proper pay, and you know that you will lose your job if you refuse. You couldn’t afford that. With it being so close to midterms, you have been studying nonstop but to no avail because you felt like you flunked every single test. Then, with everything going on, your best friend, who was away on an internship, was so busy that he wasn’t able to talk all of the time like he used to, and you were about to bug him.

Now, most of this was just surface-level problems that you knew would more than likely get better over time. However, they were just the cherry on top of your other issues. Ever since Yunho left, the bullying seemed to increase ten-fold, with relentless teasing or snide comments. Some of them were even bold enough to get physical; you had to get gum out of your hair three times in the past two weeks. Your parents weren’t any help, telling you that you were an adult and needed to handle things like an adult, all while giving your older brother all of the things he asked for.

It was all starting to take a toll on your mental health, and you just wanted it all to stop.

At first, none of your friends caught on, but after the first week, they started to notice a shift in your attitude. They all just brushed it off as you missed Yunho. It wasn’t until your friend, Sana, came over to your apartment to check on you that she noticed that something was severely wrong.

You didn’t answer the door with the normal level of excitement that you normally would when any of your friends came over. It was quite the opposite, really. Sana had to convince you to even let her inside. Then, the moment she walked into the apartment, she felt her stomach drop. It was eerily clean. There wasn’t a single thing out of place; it was too clean if you asked her.

“I didn’t see you at school yesterday and got a little worried,” Sana told you as she followed behind you into the kitchen and you just shrugged.

“I wasn’t feeling good, so I just skipped.” Your voice was bland, lacking even an ounce of emotion, which worried Sana even more, especially when she noticed the lack of food in your fridge or pantry.

“Y/n, are you okay?” she asked, sitting down at the bar top. You turned to look at her with a smile that didn’t quite meet your eyes.

“I’m fine, just stressed with work and midterms, " you told her, and any other person would have believed you, but Sana has known you for just about as long as Yunho has.

She tried to press you for more info without causing you to snap, but she didn’t get a thing by the time she had to leave for her own classes, leaving you alone in the apartment once more.

That’s when she called Yunho, knowing he was the only one that would be able to help you.

–

It was close to two in the morning when you finally decided to set yourself free, so you sat on your bed, your notebook and pen in hand. You didn’t want to write letters to those who wouldn’t really care even after you’re gone. So you just wrote one single letter to the person that you cared the most about.

Yunho.

–

As soon as Yunho got the call from Sana that something was wrong, he dropped everything and started making his way back to you. However, it seemed that the universe was trying everything it possibly could to slow him down.

But despite all of the things that happened, he made it back to your apartment, using the spare key that you had given him to get into the apartment.

You were completely unaware of his presence, still sitting on your bed, finishing off the letter you were writing. Then the door slammed open, nearly making you jump out of your skin when it harshly hit the wall behind it.

Looking up, your eyes went wide when you found Yunho standing there, a look of panic on his face as he stared at you. Neither of you said a word as he walked into the room, his eyes flickering down to the paper that was in your hands.

“Y/n…” His voice was soft as he realized what it was that was in your hands just by skimming over a small part of it.

Tears involuntarily filled your eyes as you averted your gaze. A small ‘I’m sorry’ fell from your lips. The last thing you were expecting was for Yunho to come home, and the guilt of what you were just about to do came crashing down on you.

Yunho didn’t say a word as he sat down on the edge of the bed next to you and grabbed the notebook from your hands. He sat it to the side before pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your smaller frame.

“Don’t ever apologize for hurting.” He whispered softly into your ear as you started to cry in his arms, hands gripping his shirt tightly.

All of the emotions from the past few weeks finally came out as you cried, and you cried for what felt like hours, but Yunho left your side. He waited until you cried until you could anymore before asking what was wrong, and you told him everything. He listened to everything before telling you that you would never be alone and he would be damned if you ever got treated like that again while he was around.

His sweet words made you start crying once more until you inevitably cried yourself to sleep. Yunho looked at you fondly as he brushed a few strands of hair from your eyes while you slept. He then went back down to your kitchen to grab a glass of water and sat it on your nightstand before laying down next to you because he was adamant about keeping his promise.

@wwooyology | Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, or repost any of my work

𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗 : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ.

[stormboundscholar]

Love and Ambition

Another day at school has passed. So it's time to write another entry.

It was a cool summer day again. Yesterday I wrote that fall was coming soon, and if the trend continues we might be ready to leave the heat behind.

I love autumn. I just think that it has the best parts of every season combined, and more! I can choose whatever I want without worrying about freezing to death or frying myself alive. Add bugs dying out and rainy days, it's just the best time of the year!

All that aside, let's get to the part where I talk about my day.

It was quite a calm day. I studied like usual, and even spent some time with my friends, but I my mind was still busy with an issue.

I have been thinking about something that has been troubling me for a long time. I have never been very close with people, maybe it is temperament, maybe it is my trust issues. I have been yearning for something... Closer for the longest time. I never even had a date, and I never was closer than friends with people in general.

I have cleaned myself up lately, I picked up better hygiene and tried to improve my fashion sense, I even lost some weight. It was nice to get closer to my ideal body image and I have gained the confidence to at least try my hand at romance.

But I... Couldn't.

But I didn't...

I am a man of ambition. I always loved my work and the advantages hard work gave me. To be completely honest I had no choice because I was largely isolated at childhood, and everyone had high expectations from me. They still do, and I am sad to say that I sometimes expect a lot from myself as well.

When I wanted to try my hand at the dating scene, I sadly found that my ambition stops me from trying. Maybe it's just an excuse, but I have filled my schedule up so much that I just can't spare the time that I need to hold up a stable relationship. Even when I get a good lead on a possible partner, I take too long to make the right moves and the mutual interest just fades away...

There is a person I am interested in again. She's a very nice girl! I met her years ago in middle school, right when I was starting to recover from depression, and I would have considered her as a friend, even though I was pushing people away back then (actually the same problem of ambition turning into obsession) she was always nice to me. In recent days I couldn't help but notice that she was closer to me, and she started hanging out at similar places to me in recent days even though she is in another class. We chatted a little this evening and I thought for the first time if I would be interested in her romantically, and I had swallowed the bait. I would be interested. Maybe she just sees me as a friend/acquaintance but... Maybe I am looking for more.

Could have tried my luck, maybe I could have asked for a date, their number or maybe I could have just put more effort in the conversation to be closer to them. But I... Didn't. I am building a future, but I wouldn't want to ruin hers in the last year before college exams, and I can't spend the time that could help me go to the college of my dreams. Or at least that's what I told myself.

Damn it all! I want to love someone and to be loved in return. I want to be completely vulnerable to someone who would be vulnerable in return. It isn't even about what you think anyway, I just want a confidant, an equal to complete me. But I keep pushing everyone who could be that person away!

The girl haunting my dreams lately just has a personality is really similar to mine, and similar experiences as far as I know. She may be interested in me and on top of all that she's cute,she's beautiful. But I can't...

Sad Times.

Let's talk about my current romance partner, I guess.

I spent hours with my true love today. Hours and hours with my studies. Sadly, I wasn't as productive as I was yesterday, but weirdly I found myself spending more hours working anyway. I was a guest at a family function and I had to study harder material which led to slower progress, but I am still happy to say that I was reasonably productive. My day finally came to an end at 11pm.

So now I have become sleepy, the catcher of Z's (:

Good night everyone, and good luck!

[pridepoisoned]

Eris's laugh--still so disarmingly saccharine--reverberates around the hidden laboratory as John Beladonis finally begins to crack under the pressure, the detective gasping and sputtering as Anje's serpentine bindings contort his frame at will. (The cruel Seviper hisses gleefully down at her new prey, forked tongue slipping out between gigantic, crimson fangs, her scythe-like tail swishing ominously across the floor, teasing a crushing blow at any moment. You're a fun one. I wonder--how much longer can you hold out, pathetic plaything...?)

Unfortunately for John, Anje isn't even the most pressing threat to his existence. That honor presently belongs to the poison cocktail ravaging his insides. And yet, even as Eris leans in to take note of his dire condition, the blustering detective still has enough left in the tank to try and bite her. The nerve. A sloppy, feral attempt. Eris yanks her hand back as if burned, and--for just a moment--her grinning mask falls off completely, the color draining from her face, lips curling into a chilling sneer. How dare you. How dare you.

Anje cradles the officer tightly as her trainer (a former Galactic enforcer) winds her hand back and half-slaps, half-claws John in the face with a growl, her nails--polished with mild Zubat venom--raking across his cheek. "Do you think...that you're being a martyr or something, Mr. Beladonis...?" Eris huffs, a certain wild tinge glittering in her amethyst hues as she hauls off on him again. "Don't be ridiculous. There are no heroic sacrifices down here. It's quite easy to scrub a disgraced officer like yourself from the public record, and I don't need you alive to continue my hunt for information."

Eris mercifully backs away then, her smiling visage slipped back on like a second skin. Rising to her feet, the researcher claps her hands, and--on cue--Anje begins to ratchet up the pressure, her thick, fastening coils propping John up in a crude sitting position. Eris peers down at the detective like he's a bug under the magnifying glass, the precious antidote vial still pinched between her fingers.

"With you gone, I'd be able to freely study that fascinating arm on my own time. Your Pokemon, as well. Of course, I'd also have to begin tracking down your family and acquaintances for interviews, but that should be no issue from my...current position. Maybe they'll be more cooperative than you have been so far."

"With all that being said, let me be clear: I intend for you to live, Mr. Beladonis. Tell me what I need to know, and I'll make sure you walk out of here alive. Behave, cooperate, and I won't have to drag anyone else into our little web either. Do you understand me?" Eris asks, tilting her head slightly, the promise/implied threat lingering in the stale air.

"One final time, I'm asking you for valuable information: who you work for--really work for--what you do for them, and your involvement in any current projects or special missions. And more about that arm," she offers with an official finality. "As you speak, Anje will slowly begin to uncoil, and I will start administering your antidote."

"That arrangement is quite easy to understand, hm? Even for you."

As expected, when he lunges, she's just that much faster. That much more ahead of him. At the top of her game. Gloating, almost, as his stomach threatens to turn itself inside out. He knows it's just the poison, thrumming through his veins. But for the life of him, he feels like he's wading through a swamp with every action he takes. Like trying to fight back in a dream, or struggling to stay afloat in a sea of turbulent waves. Impossible to keep up, match pace.

She pulls back. And he misses. Almost falls, vertigo nearly enough to topple him. It would be so cruel, to taunt him with what might be a complete placebo. He's not even sure he trusts she would HAVE an antidote, let alone give it to him. Not after what he's done. But can he take the risk of going without?

Eris talks like she's already won, like she's just waiting for John to admit it. He matches her every trump card with belligerence and refusal.

"I'm not your bloody s--"

Movement. So sudden he can't even tell what had happened at first. Eyes blinking owlishly, biting back a yelp. Something huge and fluid slams into his shins. Moving at what feels like the speed of light. Constricting, coiling, squeezing. The ground rushes up to meet him, and it's all he can do to curse aloud, kick his legs as one. To struggle and squirm, fighting like a wild animal. .....It gets him nowhere, of course. He can feel his ribs creaking as the pressure increases, reducing his shouts to pitiful wheezed curses. Staring up at those dripping fangs, that serpentine glare. Hit with his impending doom, whether by asphyxiation, poison, or whatever else she'll try to get him to cooperate.

Finally, finally, taking the time to fully comprehend the situation. Forcing his anger back into its box, taking (or at least trying) deep breaths. Giving his metal arm a flex, testing the give. (Getting another squeeze as punishment.) Upping his stubborn refusal that much more.

"Fuck you!"

god he can feel his ribs creaking. if he had any more room he'd bite her finger off. he tries anyway, lunging forward. stubbornness was always going to be his downfall, writhing there in her cruel grasp while the poison slowly took effect. it's fine. he's fine. is she willing to gamble? john surely is. dialated eyes stare her down.... can she tell how scared he is?

"I--I'm-- not-- telling you shit! You can't-- kill me! You won't-- nobody else knows-- what I know!Y'can't-- can't take that risk!"

[honeyviscera]

Some headcanons for Hunter's dynamic with the rest of the Bad Girl Coven when he joins because OF COURSE he will:

(he's going to join the found family. he's going to. he will. he is going to be loved and cherished and valued and shown real affection and *starts crying*) - He has a very brother-and-sister vibe with Luz. They love each other, he's eternally grateful to her, they love studying wild magic together, and he loves learning about glyphs, but they ALWAYS do the most to bug the other. Luz teases Hunter and playfully pokes him to get a reaction and she's always successful, but THEN he sees how Luz is around Amity and. hehe. Suddenly he has fodder for playful teasing revenge.

- Also hugs. He needs hugs and Luz loves giving hugs and yes. them. hugging. (please let him be hugged.) - He and Amity. just. Understand each other. They will sit in the living room of the Owl House in silence and just Vibe for hours, Amity reading Azura and Hunter reading texts on wild magic, and occasionally they will make Understanding Eye Contact. On the flip side, they also love to gush about their respective interests to the other, and they always listen to what the other has to say.

- Amity also helps Hunter do his research in the library and they make up some bs about Important Emperor's Coven Business in order to access all those Restricted Books on Things The Emperor Doesn't Want You To Know, and it becomes an inside joke with them, where they act out more and more outlandish reasons in order to get to the books to each other, while everyone else looks on with varying degrees of amusement, confusion, and concern.

- They also talk about family issues. It's cathartic. Amity realises that Hunter never got Supportive Older Siblings and decides (maybe? ill-advisedly) to introduce him to Emira and Edric. This goes about as well as you would expect. But at the end of that meet up, Hunter just. can't stop smiling. Amity thinks that maybe this wasn't such a bad decision after all. - Gus can't stop draping himself all over Hunter. With finger guns, side hugs, etc, and Gus' endless stream-of-consciousness talking style, Gus just. drags Hunter everywhere because "Oh wow! It's another guy in the Bad Girl Coven! We're bros now. We are officially bros."

- Gus tries to act all cool around Hunter in order to impress him, which fools nobody, but Hunter is just kinda overwhelmed by Gus' enthusiasm and also he's once again amazed he has Yet Another Friend that he just. goes along with it. - He and Willow are besties. yes. At first, he's kinda terrified of her because of her power and Pure Feral Energy, but quickly realises she's really warm the rest of the time.

- Willow is very affectionate around Hunter and Hunter is just. internally sobbing like "oh my god you're so sweet what did I do to deserve this"

- Hunter always listens to Willow gush about her plants and he takes Very Detailed Notes because this stuff is helpful to his research (and also he thinks Willow is Very Cool) - Eda is soo incredibly nice to him and supportive of his rebellion and at first he's kinda afraid of her because he has Trauma but quickly realises Eda is absolutely awesome

- She encourages him to embrace his inner desire to Disobey The Emperor and do Illegal Things and after a while she is 100% successful

- She gives him the love and affection he has so desperately been lacking and the first time she praises him he bursts into tears. This is followed by a hug from Eda. It's very sweet.

- Hunter is worried Eda will kick him out when she finds out who he is but she's like. "Kid. You're fine. I literally housed and cared for my estranged sister who cursed me as children. What matters is that you've rebelled, and you deserve to be cared for because Belos is an abusive asshole."

- Cue Hunter crying once again

- Yeah Eda just adopts Hunter as one of her children. Hunter is shocked but incredibly grateful and there are a lot of tears.

- When he meets Lilith again, at first Lilith is like. "Ugh. It's the young whippersnapper. Little brat." but very quickly she realizes "Oh wow. This is a literal child. This is a literal actual child who is heavily traumatized. I am so sorry, I am so glad you're safe, come on let's do some illegal research together I have soooo much info on what you're looking for, you won't even begin to believe it" Anyways please let this poor child be loved he needs it