#need to work. adios

[yangjeongin]

[causticflower]

“—and the love you are made of.” (and I love you because you are love)

@lovesick-x-prince what if i cried. HUH.

[the thing causing big emotion]

[firenati0n]

so I learned today that my dissertation that I thought I monumentally fucked up actually got the highest mark I could have achieved, and I am now the proud owner of a master's degree, and I may be getting fucking published, and a year's worth of tension and stress is finally starting to seep out of my body, and my nervous system can maybe have another fighting chance at regulating (unlikely), but—

The first thing my friends and family said to me was "proud of you!" and in the same breath they all, independently, said "you better also be proud of yourself" and then my mother said "your happiness always seems to be short-lived and fleeting, why is that?" and then she hit me with a "you stress yourself out to the point of illness and work yourself crazy only to enjoy none of the results" and—

boy howdy was I at a loss for words because she's right and i hate hearing my close friends and family echo the same sentiment of: I simply do not allow myself to enjoy any fruits of my labor???? I will bleed myself dry for validation and achievement and praise and love and then feel completely fucking insane for even wanting it in the first place.

It's why I stopped writing, why I abandoned so many threads. I wasn't getting any validation. I felt totally worthless.

and then I feel depths of shame previously unexplored at my Big Age for wanting some rest and peace (ironic that i beat myself up for wanting to recharge after I literally studied psych and wellbeing and the importance of rest!!).

I guess I just feel selfish for wanting to celebrate myself sometimes. And feel unable to be happy for myself because I hate boasting. So I'm going to hold myself accountable and say that I'm proud of all I've overcome to get to this point in my life, a point I did not anticipate being at 5 years ago, or even a year ago.

Onwards and upwards. 💛

p.s. I could not have finished that fucking dissertation without the emotional support of the gazillion rwrb fics I read throughout my writing process. I genuinely used ao3 as a coping mechanism and a rewards system for me to power through what was probably the hardest year of my life (for many reasons beyond academic).

to all of my writer/creator/artist/friend mutuals and the general rwrb fic/art community (I know you won't see this but i love you all the same), please know that any gratitude I express will never be enough. if I've ever screamed in your inbox or comments sections, know that it comes from a place of deep, genuine, at times debilitating emotion. y'all literally kept me afloat during some of the worst months of my life. You continue to keep me afloat. I don't know you, and you don't know me, but I know your words, and that is a privilege.

[necrobatdyke]

-🫀

[thewandererh]

what if why we didn’t see the doctor’s primary black-cloaked vessel ingame is because it’s his last resort? what if it’s where his heart is stored? or even where all the last copies of all his vital organs are kept safe?

an active consciousness can still stem from a backup of his brain, which his primary vessel holds. so, after his physical brain goes belly up (literally😭) the network of transmitting consciousness to each of his bots is still active. just transferred to a weaker method.

following the “murder” of dr harley sawyer in chapter 4, perhaps he scrambles back to this old vessel whereever it is. maybe it’s been neglected, a plan B dangerously collecting dust, or it’s sitting pristine in a sterile room on life support. nevertheless, harley finds himself in it after croaking his “last words” mid-transfer, and struggles to breathe. he forgot about this vessel. he’d cast it aside because it held the scars of his initial transfer into machine and the containment that followed. it was his first body. and it was so weak. but now it is his last chance.

however, he’s not properly adjusted to the whole having organs thing, and this vessel needs to be properly taken care of. so with bated breath and the struggle of calming his mind, he summons one of his metal corpses from his brain’s tomb. it takes a few agonizing minutes as it arrives to wherever he is, but eventually it’s close enough that he can actively switch bodies with it. consciousness transferral relies on proximity (this is why we only see the bots around his brain ingame).

revived and disoriented, the doctor must now look after himself. the fact of being reduced to this husk eats away at every atom of his being, but he’s simply too weak. he failed. he failed and he’ll be killed for it. but he’s not afraid.

when the splitting headaches cease and he gets used to being alive he can kill something again.

soon, but not yet.

4/19/25 edit : THIS AU NOW HAS A SIDEBLOG! https://www.tumblr.com/screws-of-sawyer headcanons, fics, art!!

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info ramble & sillies under cut!

au idea, ayo?? early titles are ‘mechanized-mind’ or ‘inside-the-mind-of-harley’ or even ‘dry-bones’ but i’m still brainstorming X]. i love putting my characters through emotional agony <33 but this time it’s an au of an existing character i have to analyze to get right so that’ll be fun. now for the drawing, i really like both medical concepts and making stuff up so maybe only some of the function would actually work, but i do not care. the idea was that harley’s primary vessel had a more meshy, detachable plate in his chest to give room for his heart and probably-disproportionately-sized lungs. here that plate is removed in order to help his heart beat. tons of other tubes are wired into his ventilation vents to keep him running to. my running idea for why the sarley hawyer (clone bot, aka secondary vessel) here doesn’t have a cloak is because maybe he had to take it off due to contamination. or it got snagged on the way here. but honestly i didn’t want to cover up the cool anatomy of my neat design i’ve been playing with, so he is naked once again 😔

this was the big flipaclip harley piece i mentioned in this post while trying to animate something. this idea arose instead, and slowly came to fruition as i found an elaborate way to color while listening to some lethal company and ppt 3 & 4 vids. pen pressure is really new to me and i’m on my knees thanking it for this neat coloring texture and technique i will probably never use again 🛐😌🫶 thank you apple pencil ilysm

anyways, here’s some funny wip shots, and general doctor sillies i found today!! ^_^ it’s been another doctor day

once again, astralspiff is a very cool guy guys 🗣️🔥🔥

but alas. adios amigos 😵‍💫🫡 goedenacht!

[traincat]

do you have any new spideytorch fics in current progress? of course no worries if not but i just wanted to ask. i’m absolutely obsessed with your writing and your fics!!

Thank you!

I sort of have two things I started, but haven't made a ton of progress on. I'm a little busy between work and a big bang in a different fandom, so these have been put to the side for now, but looking at them does make me want to finish them.

Fic 1 is a Just Married installment set in the future because I thought amnesia would be a fun trope to play with in the context of that universe. Basically, Peter gets whammied, forgets he ever fake-but-for-real married Johnny, and has to work out his feelings, which is horrible for him.

Peter picked up the framed photo, tilting it towards the light. He and Johnny stood at the center, splattered in -- he hoped it was paint. There was a gaggle of kids surrounding them, including two young brunet boys. One was clinging to Johnny's legs. The other was holding a water gun to Peter's head. “Our twin boys,” Johnny said, his hand pressed to his heart. “Threaderick and Weavon.” Peter nearly dropped the photo. “I’m just messing with you,” Johnny said. “That was from the day Bentley temporarily cloned himself. Which is pretty funny because he’s already a clone.” “It’s impossible to tell if any word coming out of your mouth is serious,” Peter said. “Johnny, I need you to be serious with me. Do we – do we have kids?” “No,” Johnny said, his mouth pressed into an unhappy line. He looked away from Peter. “We don’t have kids.”

Fic 2 is not even remotely presenting itself as serious. Like less so than the spider attracting body butter fic. I don't for a single second believe Peter would let Johnny's mustache from the North run go without comment.

Peter had been accused, by various people in his life, of being a variety of less than flattering things. Neurotic. Overprotective. Mildly overbearing. (“Stalkeresque,” Betty drawled from her desk, shooting him a nasty look. “Not a word, Betts,” Peter said, and kissed her on the top of her head as he dropped off her brown sugar latte. “Parker!” Jonah shouted from his office. “Do you even work here anymore?!” “Adios!” Peter said, and beat it before Jonah could call security.) (the FF come back from idk. space or whatever. I'm not pretending this canon compliant with North's run, I just want to make mustache jokes.) “I’m warning you, Bug,” Ben said. “You’re not going to like what you see.” (what he sees is the mustache. he does not like it.) -- “I don’t get what the problem is,” Harry said, waving a lofty hand in the air. “So he wants to grow a mustache. Let him grow a mustache.” “The problem is it’s hideous,” Peter said. “It’s like looking a dead, blond weasel on his upper lip.” “You liked the mustache I had back in college,” Harry said, stroking the corners of his mouth with thumb and forefinger. He shrugged. “I guess not everyone can pull it off.” Peter decided to break it to him easy. “You know I love you, right, Har?” he said. “You’re my best friend. I’ll always be there for you.” “Aw,” Harry said. Then suspicion dawned on his face. “Wait. What are you getting at?” “I hated the mustache, Harry,” Peter said. (blah blah blah) “Gwen liked the mustache, though, right?” Harry said. “Gwen said she liked it. She said it made me look like a malfeasant.” Peter didn’t bother to ask if Harry knew what that meant. “Gwen paid MJ fifty bucks to shave it off while you were sleeping.” “Huh,” Harry said. He drummed his fingers on the tabletop. “Wow. I haven’t had the urge to get Dad’s Green Goblin gear out of storage in a long time.” “Good talk, Harry,” Peter said. -- Johnny had his waxer on speed dial and a biweekly appointment at New York’s most exclusive salon. There was no way the mustache was going to last. Peter gave it a week. A week and a half, tops. (blah blah blah) “Johnny,” Peter said, taking him by the shoulders. “Sunshine. Firefly. Light of my life.” His gaze dropped to the mustache and then back up to Johnny’s eyes. “Is this war?” “I have no idea what you mean,” Johnny said, but he reached up and twirled one end of the mustache. Sparks danced in his eyes. Peter’s jaw clenched. War it was.

I'm titling this one Mustache You a Question, obviously.

[mrchiipchrome]

Call Your Girlfriend

W.C. - 2.2k

This is a prologue to ‘New Girlfriend’ but I might make another version of it to give this a different ending…

Also much love to Robyn who made my childhood and the song this is based on:)

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“Call your girlfriend, it’s time you had the talk.” The laughter died down just the moment before Olga utter the words Alexia dreads. She knew that what she was doing was wrong, that going out with another woman when you were at home waiting at home for her was cruel. Yet she still did it.

“What?” Alexia watches as the girl beside her rolls her eyes, bringing her lukewarm drink up to her lips to take a quick sip. It doesn’t soothe her dry throat, the saliva in Alexia’s mouth turning thick and making it hard for her to accentuate her words.

“Don’t play dumb with me Alexia, it doesn’t suit you.” Olga’s eyes soften when she notices Alexia’s almost crestfallen look, taking the Barcelona captain into her arms.

“I don’t think I’m ready.” Alexia mutters into the fabric of the other girl’s dress, the badly lit pub barely letting her see her ‘girlfriend’ much less the judgemental look she gets from the bartender every time she looks in their direction.

“I don’t want to be a secret anymore, I don’t want to sneak around like this. And it’s not fair to Y/n to keep this from her any longer, it’s only going to hurt her more if we wait.” Olga strokes the midfielder’s hair, speaking carefully so as to not make her girlfriend feel any worse by the situation.

“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to tell her, ‘hey Y/n, I went behind your back and got into a relationship with another woman, hope you’re okay with that because there’s really not a lot you can do here, adios!’” Alexia is sarcastic when she replies to the woman currently holding her, running her hands over her face the moment Olga shifts her grip to settle on her arms instead of her back.

“No Alexia, just call her and say that you two need to talk, then just let your heart take over, she’s going to understand what you’re going through and accept it.” Olga reassures the footballer softly, trying to get her to understand that she couldn’t dictate what Alexia were to say to her official girlfriend.

“I don’t think that she’s just going to accept us and move on, I mean would you?” The deep breath that Olga lets out signals to Alexia that she knew exactly what it was she was doing, and that it wasn’t working.

“Alexia, just do it, you don’t have to do it out here, maybe go to the bathroom for some privacy.” The football player nods her head confidently, picking up her phone and walking towards the bathroom with sure steps. Alexia has to reassure herself that her hands were shaking solely because of the alcohol coursing through her veins, and not because she was going to tell you about her affair.

Dialing your number was something she could do in her sleep by now, the familiar 10 digit number engraved into her brain with how many times she had used it. Her nail makes a cracking noise when she chews on it, the loud tone her phone gives out as it waits for you to pick up the phone is slightly more anxiety inducing than the quiet atmosphere of the bathroom.

“Amor? Has something happened? Do I need to pick you up somewhere?” Your voice was full of sleep, a groan slipping past your lips as you stretch, the uncomfortable couch basically a substitute for your bed by now. You wanted to stay up and wait for her every time she went out, no matter if she told you not to.

“No, no you don’t have to pick me up anywhere, but uhhh…we need to talk.” Alexia’s eyes shift to look at the different things drawn on the walls of the stall, a couple of phone numbers and a few doodles of random animals. Anything not to look at her phone, that would be like looking straight into your eyes. She couldn’t do that, not whilst knowing that she had cheated on you both emotionally and physically.

“What do you want to talk about? What’s happening?” The blankets rustling and the creaking of the couch tells Alexia that you sat up, the worried tone in your voice something that she couldn’t avoid no matter what she did.

“Us, we need to talk about us. Something has happened, something that’s not your fault at all, not even in the slightest. I did something stupid.” You can tell whatever is about to come out of her mouth is going to break your heart the second her voice trembles, the way it shakes with uncertainty and guilt. You can almost see her, sitting in a bathroom cubicle in a random pub, biting her nails as she tries to get the words out.

“What, did you cheat on me or something?” Alexia’s heart nearly stops at your joking tone, she knew that you used humour to cope with the difficult feelings, a mask of comedy something you often hid behind to make it all feel easier.

At Alexia’s silence you understand exactly what she had done, and you can almost feel the way your heart breaks into a million pieces. For a few moments there’s only the silence, the tense, charged silence that makes Alexia want to turn her phone off and return back to her side piece’s comforting arms.

“I-uh I met someone, someone who understands me and loves me unconditionally, and uh someone who knows how I’m feeling without needing to ask. I don’t know how or why, but I fell for her. It had nothing to do with you, not at all.” As Alexia talks she hears the eerie silence coming from your end of the line. She exhaled loudly when she’s done, almost like a weight was lifted off her shoulders.

“Why? Why would you do something like that?” Suddenly Alexia hears how you sniffle, and she can’t help but feel like she’s going to cry too. A few silent tears slip down her cheeks, the salt leaving tracks down her beautiful face. Despite everything, you still think that she’s the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Please don't get upset. Please don’t cry.” The words come out as a wayward whisper, Alexia’s voice not strong enough to carry like it usually does. The strong captain of your team was no longer there, in her place was a cheating excuse of a woman.

“What do you mean? Are you fucking kidding me Alexia? Do you actually expect me to not cry as you throw a three year fucking relationship away like it’s yesterday’s news? Did you actually ever love me or was that a lie too?” The sobs between the words you speak makes Alexia’s heart feel like it’s tightening in her chest, she never wanted to make you cry. The guilt of her affair was slowly creeping up on her, every tear down your face cutting off a piece of her heart that you held.

“Don’t second-guess all my actions from the past few years because they were all genuine, I have never said an I love you that I didn’t mean. Come on Y/n, you know me, I never meant to hurt you or anyone else for that matter.” The way Alexia speaks so matter-of-factly just serves to make your heart break that much more, by now it has to be in at least a billion pieces.

But you didn’t know her, the words she spoke weren’t true, because your Alexia, the Alexia you fell in love with would never do something like that. She would never seek out another woman for comfort, the thought would never even cross your girlfriend’s mind.

“Do I know you? You’re not the Alexia that I fell in love with, the Alexia that I fell in love with would never break my heart into a billion pieces.” Alexia knows she deserves every harsh thing that you say, every cold flash going down her arms, every salty tear touching her lips, every single little thing that happened. You can hear the way she sniffles from your side of the phone, rolling your eyes at the way she was crying because of something she did to herself.

“I cannot help how I feel Y/n, I can’t help that I fell in love with someone else. Olga just gives me something that I didn’t even know I missed, the way she kisses me is different, the way she looks at me is different, the way she loves me is different. And I know that none of this makes any sense to you right now, but I just want you to know that I’m still your friend.” Alexia chooses her words carefully, to not hurt you even more than she already had. She needed you to know that she was there for you even though she had caused your hurt in the first place.

“Oh so we’re only friends now? Is that what you told her when you were out sucking face?” The words felt weird when they came out of your mouth, like they were foreign, like they didn’t belong being thrown at the woman you loved.

“No.” You laugh at the simple response, your eyes red and your face full of tear tracks, new ones being created every second.

“So she knew that I was your girlfriend and she still chose to go after you? Did you ever even think about how much it would hurt me when you were out fucking her?” It felt like your heart would break out of your chest, the way it pounded against your rib cage like a jackhammer. All the times Alexia would go out, saying that it was some event or a gathering she needed to attend, flashed in front of your eyes, the sheer amount of times making the tears start to fall once again.

“I can’t answer that.” Alexia hears the way you sigh, quite obviously getting your answer in her inexpressive one. You try to wipe the tears that just keep on coming, not making much progress at all in trying to get the stains off your face.

“How do you expect me to get over this, get over you? You have my heart in the palm of your hand and there’s no way that I can change that, no matter how much I hate you.” Alexia feels even more guilty at your sobbed confession, the sincerity in your voice leaving no questions to be answered. You were so utterly in love with her that you thought it wouldn’t ever disappear.

“You’ll learn. You’ll learn how to mend your own heart, you’ll learn how to love someone else, you’ll learn how to get over this heartbreak.” She speaks softly, like Olga did earlier as she explains to you how to live without her, how to fall in love with someone that wasn’t her.

“What if I don’t want to learn, what if I only ever want you?” It was like you’d opened up your chest to her, laid your heart bare for her to do whatever she wanted to, for her to crush between her slender fingers, for her to rip apart with her nails. You were so vulnerable, so weak, so dismantled in front of her that Alexia was taken aback, words stolen directly from her mouth.

“Then you’ll lead a life of misery, and I don’t want that for you. Please, go find someone for yourself, someone who makes you as happy as I once made you.” With the last breath of love that she’d give you in your lifetime, Alexia hangs up the phone.

A mix of sorrow and relief courses through her body as she exits the bathroom, feeling like a completely new woman. The weight of your relationship is no longer there to tie her down, no longer did she have to sneak around because there wasn’t anyone to hide from anymore. She was finally content for the first time in a long while.

“How did it go?” Olga asks her, fingers digging into the midfielder’s waistband. Her worried tone made Alexia relax, knowing that she had someone to go home to. She didn’t even think about you not having the same luxury anymore.

“Good, she accepted it.” Olga smiles at her, that beautiful smile that had Alexia falling head over heels for her, that smile that robbed you of your relationship.

“Let’s go home.”

As Alexia and Olga laid together in bed that night, cuddling and speaking soft words into the night air, you were back home, at the apartment you once shared with the brunette, crying until it felt like you couldn’t cry anymore.

You wrapped your arms around your own midsection, pretending that someone, anyone was there to comfort you right in that moment.

It was in that feeling of loneliness and heartbreak that you decided to take her advice.

You were going to learn how to love again, no matter what it took.

[yangjeongin]

i asked my manager if i can work part time and she's going to talk to our boss this afternoon to ask him please pray 4 me i need to work less than 40 hours a week so bad i am withering away bro

[so-much-for-the-seashells]

Being Sick but Dean Winchester’s your BF Headcanons ✨

✨ Dean Winchester x Reader ✨

Minors! Go away! Don’t interact! I don’t have a witty joke but I still don’t want you here! ¡Adios!

A/N: okay now that they’re gone… I’m sick! Some sort of nasty cold shit. Also I have the fucking la la land piano riff stuck in my head. So, more headcanons!!! (As opposed to a “proper” fic. For Dean ofc. It’s okay, it’ll come eventually)

Icons by me, all notes-especially commentary- are extremely appreciated!!

Content Warnings: if you’ve read the others it’s along the same vein, cute but still spicy enough to warrant that 18+ rating. Reader’s GN but AFAB.

Enjoy!

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-okay so first of all, being sick sucks. Whether it’s a runny nose, a headache, throat pain (get your mind out of the gutter), stomach aches, whatever- it fucking sucks.

-but it sucks a little less when you have Dean Winchester taking care of you

-this man knows how to take care of any common virus or cold. Years of taking care of his little brother meant that he could never be sick and that if he was it had to go fast, because he believed he always needed to be able to take care of Sammy first and foremost.

-once he sees you sniffling he’ll bench you from whatever job you guys are working. Immediately. No ifs, ors, ands, buts or coconuts about it.

-once the job is over he’ll come home. If you’re up and moving he’ll sling you over his shoulder or pick you up bridal style, and throw you (in a loving way) down on the couch or bed, depending on where you want to lay.

-he’ll snuggle you a little, and then take a quick shower so as not to get whatever it is you have. He’ll give you whatever blankets and drinks you want, and then head off to the kitchen

-his go-to is to make a vat of chicken noodle soup, extra lemony for vitamin c. He’ll usually either add some chilis to the soup or put some in a salad for you to help clean your system out. And it will always be better than fine dining.

-of course he cooks shirtless, and he’ll come back into the room with a big bowl of soup and your salad ready, cookies still in the oven. He’ll be wearing sweatpants and a ‘kiss the cook’ apron with nothing under it. And if you weren’t sick, you’d definitely do what the apron asked.

-he’ll help you sit up so you can eat it, putting a pillow on your lap so that the bowl doesn’t burn you and wiping your hair out of your face. If your hot he brings a bandana that he dunked in ice water and ties it around your head, if your cold he brings more blankets

-he hates that he can’t touch you or hug you when your miserable like this, but he does his best.

-while you’re eating he’ll talk about the hunt, keeping it as light and funny as possible- probably whatever he and Sam bickered about, the sights he saw, the food, etc

-and he’ll put on whatever you’d like him to. Preferably Gilmore Girls, but he ain’t gonna influence you

-when you’re done he’ll take the empty bowls to the kitchen, leaving them in the sink for Sammy to do them when he gets back to the bunker.

-he’ll grab the cookies, and bring a little plate of them over, and then sit on the sofa in the Dean cave so that your calves are draped over his thighs. If you’re in bed he’ll just lay on the opposite side, occasionally stroking your back comfortingly

-he checks your temperature from time to time, and always adapts according to your sickness. If it’s stomach bug he’s got a trash can beside the bed/couch and is ready to hold your hair. If it’s strep throat he’s gone honey. If it’s literally anything he’s probably got some kind of temporary remedy

-now (you know what time it is 🌶️)

-if you get a little hot n bothered while your sick

-and no I don’t mean hot from the fever

-but like the other kind

-and he can tell

-well, there’s a home remedy for that too 😏

-and you’ll warn him against it, not wanting to get him sick, but he’ll shush you, kissing your belly and pulling your sleep shorts and underwear down in one go

-he’ll kiss all up your legs, making you wish so, so much that you could make out with him

-but he won’t tease. Not when his sweetheart isn’t feeling well.

-so he’ll get as close to your dripping heat as he can, not making you move at all, because he knows you’re comfy on your little bed of pillows and his blankets

-and then he’ll nudge his nose against your clit, the only teasing he’ll do before diving in

-he’s gentle though. Not dissimilar to how he is in the mornings (Shameless plug, sorry not sorry haha)

-he’ll go nice and slow, adding his fingers as he goes, one at a time

-he uses one to gather your wetness and spread it over your poor bud

-and then adds another to scissor into your heat, massaging your spongey walls

-and by the third finger slowly yet deliberately filling you up, along with his mouth on your clit, he’ll have you coming, feeling so much better in one regard

-he’ll lap it all up, careful not to overstimulate you before pressing a sweet kiss to your belly, just as he did before he went down

-he’ll then get up and draw you a bath, helping you pee and then get into the tub

-he’ll dry your hair and then help you into a fresher set of pjs, and lay with you until you fall asleep, then turn off the tv and any lights before getting back in bed.

-and even though he has to sleep a little away from you he can’t help but hold you hand while you sleep, even if it means risking getting sick too

-and if you wake up in the middle of the night, he will too, ready to do whatever you need him to

-he loves you, and it’s he loves knowing that you love him too and would also take care of him if he were in your shoes

-so yeah

-sweet cutie pie caretaker ass with the greener-than-pines eyes gah

-I rest my case

If you have any ideas for headcanons and/or fics my ask box is always open!!

Xx!

[techutones]

hello >:3

Not sure if you’ve talked about this before but do you have any Headcanons or design ideas for Orel’s kids when he’s an adult? Or maybe what he’s like when he became an adult? :3

adios 😈😈😈

I don't remember you asking me this before. BUT, if you did, then it wasn't fully developed, and I get to write it again.

I don't have an adult design for him yet💔

For starters, I think his name is Elliot Puppington. His nickname is Ellie. Most people think he's a girl because of this. I don't know if he has a Canon name or not but this is my headcanon and I can do what I want.

Christina is a teacher for the elementary school that Elliot goes too. As opposed to the other kids who have a parent for as a teacher, she lets her kid go home early while she finishes grading the papers and getting everything done. This takes a while. So, Orel comes to pick up Elliot when school lets out. She wants to treat every kid fairly but does expect more from Elliot than the others. She also let's him sneak an extra piece of candy when he leaves for recces.

Orel would not leave him alone. I'd think Orel is a stay-at-home dad (on the weekdays) and him and Elliot would play board games, watch old movies/shows, play card games and take walks in the park. Though, Orel works on the weekends and Christina would then watch over him. Elliot would help prepare dinner with Orel for when Christina comes home from her job. Orel also prepares his own food for the weekend because he leaves early Saturday morning and doesn't return until Monday morning.

Orel had an affect on Elliot because he had a positive male role model in his life in the time where the "manosphere" was getting attention (That's a whole different can of worms that I want dead). Christina had an affect on Elliot because she puts education first. Elliot strives to be number one in school and, when he isn't and feels bad for it, feels comfortable talking to them about it. As he gets older though he feels he needs to not be as close to his parents and so he gradually separates from them.

As an adult, I think he'd be well adjusted and is the first to not experience some kind of gun related breakdown. I think he doesn't mind being called more "feminine" because he grew up with his mom being the bread winner, and Orel just looks more "feminine" anyway. I do think the main points of conflict in his life would be not knowing where or who his family is. He was isolated while growing up. He learned faster and was way more mature than the other kids, and them just couldn't fit in. He feels like his place in the world is constricted and confined even if it did benefit him, so he feels he can't complain, but he's lonely.

Elliot knows Shapey. They have talked together before. About every other weekend they go down to the recovery center and they visit her. Elliot and Shapey have a great relationship going.

As far as his little sister, I don't have a name for her yet but I imagine their relationship is mostly built from playing Operation and Monopoly together. They argue but it all dissolves when they watch PeeWees playhouse together.

My boy Elliot LOOOVVEESS goldfish. Orel bought PeeWees playhouse on DVD. Elliot has a special connection to that show and older media in general. Orel and Christina found out about brainrot and immediately removed Elliot from it.

[riptidewaters]

Lipstick

Nate Archibald x Fem! Reader! (NAMED)

“UGH! Get me the new Alexander Mcqueen Bag Dorota!” Blair Screeched at her loyal servant, the latter muttering a meek ‘Yes, Miss Blair’ and hurrying away. Blair Waldorf, the “mean girl” of Constance and self-proclaimed Queen of the Upper East Side was, according to her throwing the “hottest party” in the whole year. ‘Hey B!’ Serena Van der Woodsen, the “it girl” of New York waved to her best friend, running forward and hugging her tightly, ‘I am so happy that you came back from Europe!’ she declared. Blair scoffed while striking names off the invite list, ‘Well, after Chuck ditched me at the airport I decided to take a girl's trip and travel around Europe anyway!’, She put the list down and walked over to the massive tables full of entreès and delicately put one in her mouth, Serena following her, Blair continued, ‘Anyways, enough about my broken love life, what's the gossip I’ve been hearing on you and Nate?”. Serena looked panicked, “There’s absolutely nothing going on between us! I haven’t dated anyone the entire summer!’ She said proudly, Blair paused and looked at Serena, ‘Wait- S, are you telling me you’ve gotten zero action for the ENTIRE Summer?!’. Serena shrugged, ‘Maybe, well there was that one hot lifeguard-’, Blair looked excited, ‘And....?’, ‘I rejected him’. Blair’s face fell, ‘Seriously S?, I’m gone for one summer and-’. Serena shook her head, ‘Wait! Before you launch into one of your speeches, I've got a surprise for you!’, She sang happily, Blair raised her eyebrows, ‘And what might that be May I ask?’. Serena grinningly thrust a letter into her hand, ‘Read it!’ She said. Blair rolled her eyes,

Dear Serena,

I wasn’t sure if you would remember me, but it’s Charlotte, from junior year. I hope you do! Anyways I’m coming back to Constance this year! I could not be more excited to meet you all again! Maybe we could meet up a few days before school starts? Let me where you are. Well Adios for now! Do tell Blair, Nate and Chuck I said hi!(especially Nate)

Love,

Charlotte.

Blair’s eyes widened, ‘Charlotte, the Charlotte is coming back?’ She questioned excitedly, Serena nodded grinning brightly. ‘I already sent her the invite to your party, if that's cool with you? She said that she’ll come.’ Blair smiled, ‘Definitely!’ ‘Wait! Should we tell Nate?’. She asked Serena looking at the letter, ‘Maybe it should be a surprise.’ Blair nodded, starting a conversation about party favours.

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‘I’ve been waiting for this all day.’ Nate muttered, biting her lip, ‘You sure Serena’s okay with covering for you? She was a little cold.’ Catherine said rubbing herself against Nate, ‘Oh she’s totally fine.’ he said closing his eyes and leaning in, ‘But you haven’t told her anything?’ Cathrine questioned pulling Nate for a chaste kiss, He shook his head, ‘All she knows is I’m seeing someone new...I’m not ready to introduce to anyone yet.’ She pulled away, pushing Nate behind and looking at him with a stern look in her eyes, ‘Or ever.’ He finished. ‘Look, she needed time to decompress from her breakup anyway,’ Nate kissed her, ‘Covering for me works for her too.’ A car whizzed by the one they were in, Catherine looked alarmed, ‘Let’s go back to my place before anyone spots us.’ Nate raised his eyebrows, ‘Your House?’ She grinned, nodding, ‘I thought we couldn’t.’ She smiled at him, ‘There’s always the guest house’. Nate chuckled pulling her in for another kiss.

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‘Okay, how do I look?!’ Blair asked twirling around for Serena to see, She smiled ‘Gorgeous as always B.’ She remarked Blair turned around adjusting her iconic bejewelled headband, ‘How do you think She looks now?’ She asked Serena, ‘I don’t think she might have changed too much,’ Serena shrugged. ‘Probably’ Blair agreed. Looking in the mirror, ‘Excuse me?’ She asked a random saleswoman, ‘Can I get this in white?’, The woman nodded and walked towards the display to get it off the mannequin. ‘This dress is perfect for my party!’ She squealed excitedly clapping her hands. Serena smiled, ‘Now that you’re done can we go look for my dress?’, Blair grinned ‘I’m sure I can take out a few minutes of my valuable time to go look for your dress.’ She said, Serena laughed and grabbed Blair by her shoulders, ‘We are getting out now!’. With that the two girls walked out laughing.

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The day of the white party was a complete disaster..... at least it was according to a certain Charles Bass, famously known as Chuck Bass. Blair had asked him if he loved her the day he had met James, Blair’s seemingly “perfect” boyfriend and he had stupidly kept his big mouth shut and made her cry. Showing up to the White party had been a pain in his arse, especially when he saw Blair making out with her new boyfriend who had supposedly gone to “Georgetown”. And then something worth the attention of Chuck Bass happened, He saw Charlotte Jackson, also known as the one who disappeared after Junior year, staring at Serena Van der Woodsen having a spit-swapping session with Nate Archibald. Chuck grabbed a glass of white wine off a tray smirking, ‘Well, that’s going to be fun...’ with that he sauntered off towards an awestruck Charlotte.

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Part 2 is now out!

[athena-swords]

🤎💚🤎💚Pick A Card🤎💚🤎💚

Disclaimer:This reading is not set in stone please take what resonates with you and leave what doesn't.

The connection You always waited for coming to you+orcale message you REALLY need to hear

Pile 1. Pile 2.

Pile 3.

Pile 1

The connection coming to you:

Hii pile one hope so this reading makes you feel uplifted for the upcoming future let's start then okay so from quite sometime you guys might have been stuck with the same old group of folks and felt quite stagnant socially.But there is a new beginning in your career or like joining new school where you will find your the 'girl's girl' and you will have 2 to3 prominent people with whom you will connect on a soul level

This friendship can start from a group project like dance music debate anything just know their will be lots of emotional fulfillment coming into your life

Orcale messages for you:

1.Older women: dealings or relationship with an older woman

2.Arrow:you are on the right path regarding some aspect of your life

3.knot: unsuccessful plans

4.handshake:A meeting with a stranger is important

5.lobster: Financial pinch

6.Forest:muddled,unclear thinking

Extra: carriage:a journey either physically or mentally

Pile 2

Ok pile 2 first to bring all the abundance in your life love you have to work on your self esteem the negative talks impact your self more than you think so darling.When you will enter in your lucky girl syndrome era you are gonna attract your a romantic partner for yourself and the universe is telling you that if you are wishing now for it know that you have to know your worth otherwise people are gonna step on you babe anyways this connection will soon come after you will have a self awakening moment and will start enjoying the little things in life.

So cheer up babe we have got this I see a great life for you ahead .So I came back after reading your orcale deck guys if you have been thinking of joining a school course or learning anything that you wanted to do for a long time so pleaseee go for to ok and do tell me in comments

Orcale messages:

1.knot: unsuccessful plans

2.Lily: spiritual love

3.Lion:time to act

4.Desk: pay attention to your work

5.Four leaf clover:good luck

6.:staff:you would be taken care of in the difficult time

Pile 3

Heyy pile 3 you might think that why people hurt you so much and you just feel very .... lonely most of the time so I see the connection you are bringing in for yourself is with finding YOU and cherishing every bit of it you could have been a bit of people pleaser and a black sheep but I am seeing you putting lots of efforts in developing and building confidence in your being please nurture your inner child and heal I see butterfly could be significant for some of you

Go gurls you all gonna have a massive glow up due to the inner work you all will be going to do adios btw the next chapter is exciting and full of roller coaster ride .

Please go and check out pile 1 if you wanted to

Orcale messages:

1. Archway:new opportunities, possibilities and paths opening up

2. Lightening: control your anger or you will be sorry

3.Hat:you will be playing a different role

4.older women: dealings or relationship with an older woman

5.August

6.lobster: financial pinch

Please like and reblog I believe this pac is gonna be for specific group as the messages were too specific please take care and enjoy

Har Har Mahadev

[roman-golden-68]

Caption #09: Latin Override

Decided that my bro @goldenherc9 needed something different for a change, and as the compassion bro that I am, decided to help him. I told him to head over to the gym with this singlet on, and to ignore the reeking stench of sweat and hormones on it, and to just work out. Little did he know that the singlet is kind of- well- it is- cursed, and it transforms any who wear it into a alpha-male Latino~. Fortunately, much to my joy and his brain-frying pleasure, Hercules turned from a white bro to a Latino alpha in the span of a few reps! Long gone are his white genes, long gone are his white seed, all of it, gone, replaced, fixed. However, I hope he takes it off soon- I think that the longer he wears it, the more Latino he becomes- to the point where he might start forgetting English! But that doesn't sound so bad- I mean Spanish is a hot language~. Either way, you and I can say adios to white bro Hercules and Hola to Latino Alpha Herc- careful though, he reeks like a gym and is quite the gassy jock~. Uh oh- he saw me- got to run!

[sourw0lfs]

dance with the devil - part seven

This has been done for days but I told myself I'd write ahead a bit before I posted it. Then my brain went on vacation about it, so uh here?

Words: 692 | Rating: E (mostly parts 1 & 2, but also future parts) | CW: no warnings this time! except Eddie's continued bad time

part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || part seven || part eight || part nine || part ten || part eleven || part twelve

Most of the details surrounding his actual death are fuzzy to Eddie, and he supposes that makes sense in the grand scheme of things. Something about blocking out trauma or whatever. He isn’t really sure how any of that actually works. Instead he just focuses on making it all into a cohesive story for the girl that’s still staring at him judgingly. And yeah, he’s earned that look if he’s being honest with himself. He did show up uninvited.

“Well,” he says with a dramatic sweep of his arm. “It all starts in this very city, about twenty-three years ago.”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down, I want the long story but not your life story,” the girl interrupts him. “Start with how you ended up in the same room as Steve.”

The interruption should be rude, but Eddie just shrugs. Less work for him and his already fuzzy memories. It’s like as soon as he died, everything got jumbled up and thrown away if he didn’t need it. It’s a pain honestly. “Right, so,” he starts again with a pointed look at the girl. “I don’t know if he mentioned that I’ve been assigned as his guardian angel, but I have been. Because I died recently.”

Something twinges painfully in Eddie’s chest as he says the words, but he presses on anyway. It’s not like he knows why he’s sad about being dead. “I don’t know why I got assigned your friend or who made the decision or whatever,” he continues. “I just know that I’ve got a job to keep him safe, and I have to do it or it’s adios to somewhere much less fun for me.”

Hopefully that’s enough to appease both the girl and Steve, because Eddie doesn’t really have much else on the topic. They’re both looking at him like he’s grown a second head, and that does absolutely nothing for Eddie’s worries.

“So you’re not actually an angel then,” the girl says after studying him for a few minutes. “Because if you were, failing Steve wouldn’t be it for you, would it?”

It’s then that Eddie decides he doesn’t like her. Not because she’s wrong. She isn’t wrong. But because there’s something deeply uncomfortable about a stranger calling him out so quickly and easily.

He sighs heavily, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “No, it wouldn’t be. Or I imagine it wouldn’t be. I don’t actually know. I just know I woke up from dying and a really scary, really tiny lady told me I had to keep ‘Steve Harrington’ out of harms way until I stack up enough good points to get real wings. And that failing would be bad.”

The girl is frowning at him, studying him like a bug under a microscope again, and Eddie squirms. Then her expression softens, and it makes Eddie feel bad for disliking her just a little. “Thank you for protecting him,” she says quietly. “Usually that’s my job, but I don’t have angel magic or whatever.”

Eddie isn’t sure why she just believes his words for what they are, but he’s not going to question it. Not if it makes his life (non-life?) easier. "I mean, I barely do, but you're welcome all the same. I'm Eddie." He thrusts a hand in the girl's direction.

"Robin," she returns with a smile as she takes his hand and gives it a firm shake.

It's a lot better, a lot calmer, than his introduction with Steve. Considering Eddie still wouldn't even know his name if he hadn't been sent in with it. Despite the original hesitation, Eddie thinks he might like this Robin girl a lot more. Maybe that'll make this whole thing just a little bit easier to swallow. Because Steve certainly isn't doing Eddie any favors, even after Eddie got him out of what would have been a full-on murder charge. Ungrateful, but Eddie has a job to do, thankless or not.

"Glad you two are getting on, really," Steve says as he looks between the two of them with a grumpy frown. "But what exactly does this all mean for me? It's my life being invaded."

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[changbinsboiledegg]

Girl your skz "another member walks in" reactions gave me intense Changbin brainrot and I need a full thing but where his gf is feeling insecure about herself so he fucks her and doesn't let her cum until she repeats the praises and compliments he tells her 🤤🥰🥰

No because why does he seem like the type?? Insecure?? Nope. Not on Changbin's watch. Also, in case no one told you told Anon; you horny mf. Anyways, I hope you enjoy :,)

AFAB! reader x SKZ Changbin.

MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI!!!!!!!!

Warnings: Insecure reader, issues with body/self image, SMUT. SMUT. SMUT. Explicit, swearing, petnames, praise kink, edging?, cum lol, creampie, unprotected seggs, usage of the word 'dick' because I was scared to write 'cock'. Maybe a little dirty talking? I feel like I'm forgetting smth but y'all get the gist.

Note: Please don't blacklist me lmao I'm only here to provide for anons and smut readers alike. Longer than I intended but I don't think y'all care lol. Anyways, ily, I hope you enjoy, and I'm going to log out for a day because I'm nervous. And obviously if smut makes you uncomfortable, SKIP. any grammar/typos, look away 🫶 I tried.

btw, Changbin is my ult lol. Okay adios.

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You tried on way too many outfits within the past ten minutes. Each one leaving you with a sinking heart and a frown that grew the more you overthought how you looked.

You felt yourself on the verge of tears from the frustration. You and Changbin were supposed to go out on a date later that night and nothing looked right on you. The insecurities were eating you alive and you even went as far as to think, ‘why is he with someone like me?’

“Baby?” You knew Changbin was coming over but you lost track of time. He saw you frowning in disgust at yourself in the mirror, noticing the glint in your eyes from the tears about to give out.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me.” Changbin wrapped his arms around you.

“Why are you with me? I can’t even make an outfit look good on me! People are going to see me with you and wonder why you’re with someone so—”

“Nope. No. No. Stop that. Look at me.” Changbin’s tone was stern, turning you around to face him.

“You are beautiful, gorgeous, a Goddess. If you don’t think these outfits look good on you, then it’s the outfits fault.” He started, lifting a hand to your cheek and wiping the tears that fell down your cheeks with his thumbs.

“If you need me to take your shopping for outfits that won’t make you feel like this, I will. But Just know that I think you could make literal trash look sexy.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his statement, now wiping your own tears. You looked back at the mirror again, feeling your heart sink. “But—”

“Take off this dress.”

“What?” You were taken aback by his interruption. Changbin stood firm where he was, crossing his arms as he looked at you in the mirror. ”Take off the dress. I want to show you something.”

You did as he said, slowly peeling off the dress that didn’t make the cut. Letting it fall to the floor, you were left in just your bra and panties.

Changbin slightly smirked, placing his hands on your shoulders and leaning close to your ear from behind. “See? It is not you making these outfits look bad.”

You glanced away from the mirror, still feeling insecure in your skin. You wished he wouldn’t stare so much, not wanting him to see what you saw. But at the same time, you felt good feeling his eyes roam your body.

“Don’t look away. I’m not done yet.” Changbin regained your attention. You reluctantly looked at yourself, waiting to see what he was trying to show you. You guaranteed that it wouldn’t work.

His hands trailed down your back and to the clasp of your bra, unclasping it and pulling it off.

You were still left in your panties as his hands reached around to cup your breasts, gently massaging them.

“So gorgeous. How could you ever think otherwise?” Changbin huskily whispered, pecking the side of your neck near your jaw.

“No, I’m not—”

“Yes. You are.” He moved his hands down your stomach and to the front of your panties. He noticed you looking away and stopped right at the band. ”Look.” He whispered again, pressing himself against you from behind. You looked back at yourself, feeling his hard erection poking you.

“Do you think I would be this hard for someone I didn’t think looked this fucking gorgeous?” He kissed your neck again, moving his hands to clasp the sides of your panties before pulling them down to your ankles. He stood back up and moved his hand back down to your sensitive, wet clit.

“You’re so beautiful, already ready for me? You feel good when I tell you the truth, don’t you?” He smirked smugly as he rubbed circles around your clit.

You elicited a moan, biting your lip as his touched made you shudder. Changbin paused, raising an eyebrow. “You didn’t answer me.”

“…Yes… I feel good when you compliment me.” You replied in a pleading tone, wanting him to continue. Changbin kissed your neck again.

“You agree that you’re beautiful?” Changbin watched your face in the mirror, waiting for your answer. You hesitated.

Changbin slowly retracted his hand.

“No! Wait… please keep going.” You begged. Changbin clicked his tongue, “Do you agree?”

“Yes! Please?”

“What are you agreeing on?” Changbin quizzed, his hand still not budging. You squirmed but he wrapped his other arm around your waist.

“I’m… I’m…” You couldn’t say it. Changbin waited a few seconds before pulling away from you.

“Beautiful! I’m… beautiful.” You said, feeling a bit awkward— but desperate. Changbin smiled, putting his hands on your waist and guiding you down to the floor and pushing you on all fours.

“You sound so sexy complimenting yourself. You should do it often.” Changbin trailed his hands down your spine and stopping at your hips, gently squeezing them.

“So sexy.”

He took his hands off of you and when you looked in the mirror, seeing how you looked in this position, you also saw Changbin undressing himself. He kicked the clothing away from his immediate surroundings and kneeled down behind you. He was so close that you could feel his hard dick laid on your ass.

“Now, I know you want me inside of you but only if you look at yourself in the mirror and if you repeat after me. Got it, baby?” Changbin stroked himself in slow motions as he used his free hand to spread your legs apart more.

“Oh… Okay… I can do that.” Your eyes flickered to yourself, digging your nails into the carpet a little. You couldn’t help but look at Changbin, though.

“Look at you. Not me.” His stern tone came out again, sliding the head of his dick inside of you. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

“Yes!” You answered quickly, trying to focus on yourself. He was watching your face. Your eyes specifically. He knew when and where you were looking.

“Good.” He slid into your wet hole, gripping your hips to pull you closer as he filled you up and stretched you out.

“Don’t you agree that you’re stunning?” He paused, not daring to thrust yet but you felt his dick twitching inside of you.

You wanted more. He definitely wanted more.

But you hesitated. Changbin slowly inched himself out of you.

“Yes.” You caught yourself looking away from your face before quickly staring at yourself again. Changbin, satisfied, snapped his hips forward, sending himself pounding into you.

You covered your mouth, not daring to look away from the mirror as his thrusts were so powerful, the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against each other and the moans, groans, and whimpers that emitted from both of you.

Changbin’s grip on your hips tightened as he grunted, “come on, baby. Don’t cover your mouth. Let me hear how good you feel, gorgeous.”

You slapped your hand against the carpet as your walls clenched around his dick, earning a groan as he threw his head back. Your legs felt like goo, knowing you made him feel like that.

His pace continued before abruptly stopped and feeling you pulsate around his length.

“Ah-ah. Don’t close your eyes. You need to watch how good you take it.” He reached a hand to your shoulder for more leverage. You slowly opened your eyes, whimpering from the pleasure and the need to cum.

“Fuck, I love the sounds you make.” He commented in a low whisper, thrusting into you again, only this time he went deeper, harder, and even a little faster.

You weren’t sure which of you were more needy.

“You’re so beautiful.” Changbin watched you in the mirror. Your moans became louder the closer your were about to orgasm.

You almost forgot what he said about repeating him when he stopped abruptly.

“I’m-I’m beautiful…” You repeated. He continued.

“A literal Goddess— Fuck, you feel so good.” He groaned. His thrusts getting faster.

You grit your teeth, trying not to close your eyes as you felt yourself about to let go any minute now. It made your eyes water, but as you looked at yourself being fucked by him, you started to like how you looked.

“I’m a-a Goddess!” You bit your lip, only to moan louder. Changbin smirked, loving the way you were complimenting yourself— finally.

“That’s good, baby, keep doing that.” He cooed, He was satisfied. He was able to take your mind off of your insecurities and seeing you like this, writhed and moaning as he took you from behind? That was one of his favorites sights. “I’m so proud of you, beautiful.”

You were about to cum, feeling your walls contract and clench around him, hearing his groans and moans from the feeling of you on the edge.

You felt euphoric, keeping your eyes on the mirror and trying not to close them because you didn’t want him to stop. But then you did.

Changbin knew it was an involuntarily reaction— that you couldn’t stop yourself from closing your eyes.

He continued, feeling himself about to cum after you. He wanted you to watch yourself cum though.

“Open your eyes, look. Don’t you agree you look pretty cumming?” Changbin was breathing heavily, almost panting as he kept his pace. You forced your eyes open, screaming out from your orgasm as you were cumming.

“Pretty, right? So fucking pretty.” Changbin felt his own orgasm wash over him and you continued to take him, smirking as you watched him in the mirror as he started to fall apart inside of you.

“Very pretty.” You commented, watching as he clenched his jaw and filled you to the brim with cum. He almost collapsed on top of you, had you not been on all fours.

He regained his composure and pulled out as cum dripped out of your hole seconds after.

“You did amazing as usual.” Changbin complimented as you had turned and sat, facing him. You were barely catching your breath.

“I could say the same for you.” Your smirk was still on your face, just as satisfied as he was. “Thank you for…” You paused, thinking of how to word your sentence.

“Thank you.” You settled, feeling a lot less insecure than you did before. Changbin smiled.

“Of course. I will always be here to remind you of how amazing you are.”

[coallise]

Happy life in heaven

This is part of one au that @seramilla /@contrivedchaos birthed from the ask box. Carmilla and her daughters are happy winners in heaven. Vaggie got hurt bad and needs physical therapy and maybe a mother and sisters.

Emily focused in on Carmilla and rushed over, a bounce in her step.

“‘Milla!” Emily cheered before hugging the angel's side.

Carmilla stood tall amongst the other winners, black and white hair pulled into a bun wearing a black off the shoulder top and white leggings and black pointe shoes. She gave Emily a one armed hug and kissed her head.

“Hola, nina, what do you need,” Carmilla asked. With her were her two daughters Odette and Clara. Odette wore a white button up over her leggings and long sleeved top. Clara had a red crop top and cargo pants over her leggings.

“Ok, so one of heaven defenders got really hurt. She needs physical therapy and I was hoping you could teach her how to dance. She's getting so depressed doing the normal physical therapy exercises and,” Emily started to ramble.

“Have her met us at the dance studio at three. We're there every weekday. Do you know what she should wear or?” Carmilla asked, already pulling out the list for the required clothes.

“I got it! Thank you so much! I'll let her know,” Emily gave her one more squeeze before flying off.

At 2:30 Vaggie was looking at the door of the dance studio. She didn't know why she agreed to take the dance lessons, she could barely walk without a cane, therapy has gotten her nowhere but Emily's puppy dog eyes made her melt.

She took a deep breath and hobbled in on her cane. The inside was warm, old worn wood floors, walls with dents from various posters and decorations being posted and taken off.

“Oh hey! You must be Vaggie,” Clara bounced up to her, “I'm Clara, come on, I'll show you the studio.” 

Clara took her hand and brought her to the elevator. It was worn down and had a gate as a door.

“I never seen a place this worn down in heaven before,” Vaggie mentioned as the elevator went up and she saw the old bricks of the shaft.

“Well, it's designed after the studio we started dancing at when we were alive. When mama mentioned wanting to give lessons, the studio took to the appearance of our memories of this studio,” Clara explained. The elevator shifted before stopping. Clara dragged her again to the studio room.

It was well kept and clean but worn down like the rest. The shine had been buffed off the bars that lined the room and some mirrors had been discolored. Off to the side was Odette and Carmilla stretching.

“Mama! Vaggie's here!” Clara called.

“Can you bring her to the benches, mija, I'm going grab her shoes,” Carmilla went to the far end and pick up a box while Clara sat Vaggie down on the work bench. She traced the grain and words that had been carved in it.

“Ok, chiquita, this is how you tie ballet flats, you cross them here,” Carmilla started as she started to tie the shoes.

“Si habla Espanol, “ Vaggie pointed out.

“¿Quieres que hablemos español durante la lección?” Carmilla asked as she helped Vaggie to her feet and led her to the bar where her daughters were stretching.

“No, we can continue in English,” Vaggie didn't want to mention her Spanish had gotten rusty over the years. 

“Fair, now let's start with stretching, try and touch your toes,” Carmilla instructed. She led Vaggie threw the stretches and the basics before it was time for dinner and the end of the lesson.

“Adios, Vaggie,” Carmilla said. Her heart tugged in the direction Vaggie was walking, an unspoken invite to dinner on her lips.

Each day for a week went similar, Vaggie could walk by herself for a good hour now, which made her happy.

“Chiquita,” Carmilla said as she held the sleeve of the tshirt Vaggie was wearing. It had bad sweat stains on it.

“It's hard doing laundry by myself. I'll wash it soon, I promise,” Vaggie blushed and turned away.

“Shouldn't you have someone helping you?” Carmilla's grip tightened. Clara and Odette started to pack their stuff despite being the beginning of practice.

“Well, a guy comes every day but, I can do fine on my own,” Vaggie tried. She stumbled when Carmilla yanked the shirt and started to drag her to the elevator. “Where are we going?”

“Your place,” Carmilla's clipped her words. Vaggie understood that there was no room for argument with that tone. Vaggie hung her head in shame when they arrived. Trash bags were full of takeout containers too heavy for her to put in the trashcan, clothes in a pile by her bed, some lightbulbs had burned out.

Carmilla twitched.

“Mama, we got the kitchen,” Clara supplied.

“It's -” Vaggie was about to protest but the look Carmilla sent her made her shut up. The three started to work on cleaning the small apartment, Carmilla had the clothes in a bag over her shoulder.

“We can wash these at our house, someone needs a shower,” Carmilla ordered. Vaggie opened her mouth to protest but ended up nodding.

“Do you have a shower seat?” She ended up asking.

“Of course, mij- chiquita,” Carmilla coughed at her slipup. No one mentioned it.

Carmilla's house was bright and airy with a large outdoor garden in the middle. Vaggie had to admit the shower felt amazing and being in clean pajamas was so nice.

When she was done, Vaggie went to the kitchen where Carmilla and Clara were starting dinner.

“Chiquita, think you can set the table?” Carmilla asked.

“Plates and silverware are in the cabinet,” Clara pointed to an antique cabinet where plates were on display. Vaggie easily set the table and Odette came in to say the clothes were in the wash.

“You stained some stuff bad, I used half the bottle of pretreat and I'm not sure if it got it all out,” Odette said.

“Oh well, we'll just get her new clothes to replace them,” Carmilla put a large bowl of chili on the table as Clara put some arepas down. They waited till everything was set and Carmilla took her first plate before they got there's. Every time Vaggie turned away, her plate was refilled. She knew better to leave any on her plate and tried fighting off the three sets of hands determined to put more on her plate.

“I'm full, para! I'm full!” Vaggie yelled, turning her plate over.

“Too full for churros?” Carmilla asked. Vaggie paused, it was a trap and she knew it. They weren't done, desert wouldn't be brought out yet, but if she said yes then she wouldn't get churros, if she said no then they'll put more food on her plate.

“The food needs to settle,” Vaggie tried. It seemed like the right answer as they backed off. After awhile, the churros were brought out and they ate them while watching the TV. Vaggie didn't know when she fell asleep but when she woke up, she was in a bed with a quilt, the morning sun shining threw the window and the smell of pancakes in the air.

“Mijas! Breakfast!” Carmilla's voice rang threw the house. Vaggie groaned as she got up and put on a random outfit. It was a red blouse with a knee length skirt she didn't remember owning.

“Can chiquitas have breakfast too or is it only for mijas?” Vaggie joked when she came in, neither daughter was there yet.

“I think I have enough pancakes for a chiquita,” Carmilla rubbed Vaggie's head. She hesitated a moment before kissing it, “thou you might be able to take their portions soon.”

Carmilla waited a moment before sighing, “Clara! Odette! Breakfast!” 

Vaggie flinched and she heard two sets of feet run over.

“We're here, mama!” Clara said, she was putting on her shirt, hair undone. Odette held up her pants with one hand, toothbrush in her mouth.

“Finally, and here I was starting to think we were going to have to eat this ourselves,” Carmilla smiled as they all sat down.

Vaggie tried to go home but each day for months she found herself eating at their table, sleeping in their bed and battling the two for their shower.

“Mama! Look! I finally did it!” Vaggie called over. She could finally do a standing split.

Clara and Odette had their jaws on the floor as Carmilla got tears in her eyes.

“Perfecto, eso es Perfecto,” Carmilla paused before smiling, “mija.”

Vaggie suddenly realized she called Carmilla mama and tried to take it back but that was hard when she was pulled into a backbreaking hug.