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hurts2think · 1 year ago

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Hey! I love your Red x reader one shots and I have such a huge crush on Kylie rn.

I was wondering if you can do an imagine where fem!reader is going through something (you can make it up) and she’s not eating or sleeping and she thinks no one notices but Red does and she comforts reader?

You don’t need to if you aren’t comfortable w it tho!

♥️Red Hearts x Reader♥️

Reader pronouns: She/her

Pairing: Red Hearts x Fem!Reader

Plot: Reader has been dealing with a lot and falling behind on many basic necessities like eating and sleeping. She hopes her girlfriend doesn't realize, but it gets to the point where it's impossible to avoid the conversation.

Word count: 2.1k

Extra: I want to put a CW for Eating disorders. I never use that term in the fic and the fic has nothing to do with weight or body issues, just depression. I wrote this from my own experiences so it's not like I'm writing about something I'm ignorant on. There was a lot of projection in this but I tried my best to keep it tame. Please don't read this if you're sensitive to depression or disorderly eating habits. 🫶 This is also a vulnerable thing for me to write about so please be kind.

Studying for things like quizzes and exams was never something that came very naturally to you. You always found yourself very distracted and never to stay on one topic at the same time. So you thought, maybe having someone to study with you could help keep you on track and actually get some work done.Unfortunately, you picked the wrong person to study with.

You felt that the obvious choice was your girlfriend, Red. But unsurprisingly, she's not the most efficient studier either. Really she only accepted your invite as an excuse to hangout with you, you could tell by the way she kept trying to start unrelated conversations, and the way she'd slouch and groan everytime she had to write something down instead of listen to you talk.

"Okay, we've been working for literal hours. Let's go get something to eat, I'm starving." She complained, leaning back in her chair and tilting her head back, "There's a new café down town not very far."

You close your notebook and sigh, “If you’re hungry just run down to the dorm kitchen and garb something.” You say, looking at your bored to death girlfriend.

She lifts her head and gives you an annoyed look, “Oh come on. Are you seriously not hungry? Let’s just go out. We haven’t gone out in forever." She groaned.

Red leaned closer to you, grabbing your hand as if trying to convince you that a date in the middle of your study session was a good idea.

How could you refuse that? The flirtatious smirk she gave you was almost enough to make your heart explode, you really couldn't say no, "Fine." You sigh with a small smile.

With a hop out of her chair, Red grins, "Great. And I hope you have money because I lost my wallet." She winked, clearly that was untrue.

You chuckle, "Hmm. Interesting you always lose your wallet right before we go out," you chuckle. You didn't actually mind paying for her, it was actually something you loved. You loved spending all your time and money on your wonderful girlfriend.

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The two of you walk to this café that Red was talking about. You weren't really hungry at all. Actually, you haven't been very hungry in awhile. Your relationship with food had become a little weird recently.

Not for any reason someone might assume. It's not like you were trying to lose weight or anything, you just hadn't felt the means to eat. You never spoke about it and mostly often lied about when you ate so that you didn't worry your girlfriend, but it was getting harder to hide it because of the physical effects it was having on you.

The two of you sat across from each other at a little circle table. The café had a couple other people in there, mostly working on their laptops or reading. It was a cute café, very calming and sweet smelling.

"So, what're you feeling today? Coffee? Pastries? You liked those weird fruit pastry things last time, they might have something like that here," Red said, gazing at the menu that sat on the wall above the workers.

You pull out your own laptop and a notebook because you still planned on getting at least some work done while you were here, "Oh. No thanks. Get what you want, I'm not hungry." You open your laptop before pulling out your wallet and tossing it to Red.

Red caught the wallet before giving you a weird look. She leaned over and shut your laptop, forcing you to look her in the eyes, "I've been with you all day and you didn't even eat the cookies I brought. How are you not hungry?"

You just shrugged awkwardly, "I ate before you came over," you lie. You hated lying, especially to your girlfriend. It made you feel so guilty and sick. Or maybe you felt sick from your horrible eating habits.

"Bullshit." Red said plainly, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.

"Excuse me?" You ask, a little astonished at how quick she was to accuse you of lying.

Red glares, "You've been weird recently. You've been insanely tired, skipping lunch while claiming you'll eat after school, everytime you stand up you get concerningly dizzy, what's up with you?" She asked. Obviously she was worried but her words came off as stern so that you had no room for lying to her.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, looking away from her. "It's nothing, really, just order something. Don't worry about it." You attempt to brush it off but you have a feeling she wouldn't let it go so easily.

"You know, I'm not stupid, just admit you're having an issue and I can help. Let me help you." Red insisted, reaching over and grabbing your hands from across the table.

She was clearly worried and only wanted to help you, which is why you felt bad at your growing irritation of the subject, “Can’t you just leave it alone? I really don't feel like talking about it.” You pull your hands away and cross your arms.

Red resisted the urge to role her eyes at your refusal to talk, but she tried not to argue, “Just— just please tell me what’s wrong?” She tried making her voice sound sympathetic and you could tell she was really struggling. She was never very good with talking about feelings despite how much she cares.

"Just drop it. I don't want to talk about it so I won't. I don't have to tell you everything. it's not even important." You snap, before immediately going quiet. You didn't mean to get angry, really, you didn't. You weren't even angry at her. Just... Frustrated.

Red looked as if she wanted to argue back, you could see in her face that she was not happy, "Fine. Whatever."

The way she spoke that made your heart ache. You felt stupid for snapping like that when she was just trying to make sure you were okay.

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The two of you pretty much sat in silence the rest of the time at the café before she decided to go back to her own dorm instead of finishing with the studying.

You still felt awful and could tell Red was still upset. But you just kissed her goodbye and went back to your dorm.

The whole encounter made you feel like abandoning your work and just sleeping for the rest of the day. You really were tired. You've been so tired all of the time.

So tired and depressed. All you do when you get to your dorm and sit there with your own filthy sadness. Thank goodness no one shares a dorm with you or they'd probably be annoyed by how much you drag yourself around and sulk.

Usually when at school you put a smile on and get all happy with everyone else but that's been especially hard recently. The only thing you can really ever feel like doing is sitting in bed and staring at the ceiling. Stare and let your head be flooded with the un-happy thoughts that plagued you.

You felt guilty for being so depressed. You had great friends, you went to a great school, and had an even greater girlfriend, how could you still be sad?

While you thought about all of this you started to drift off into sleep. It was still early in the day but you couldn't stop yourself from it.

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You were suddenly awakened by the sound of a hard knock on your door. You sat up and got out of bed, unaware of what time of day it even was. It felt like your room was spinning.

Your head was light, your vision was blurry, your stomach felt like it was rising to your throat and you were about to puke it up but couldn't.

You stumbled towards the door and leaned on it for a moment to try and regain yourself but you couldn't. There was another knock on the door and the vibration of it ran through you, making you feel even sicker.

Finally you opened the door to see Red. Well, kind of see her, your vision kept focusing and unfocusing, but it was enough to recognize her.

Before she could even say anything, you felt your entire body about to collapse. Red was quick to swoop in and catch you before you hit the ground.

"Oh my gosh are you okay? What happened?" She started asking you a hundred questions at once but you could hardly bring yourself to answer.

Clearly she was panicking but once she realized all you could do was mumble out responses, she picked you up, holding you bridal style and carrying you over to your bed. She laid you down and gave you a moment to regain yourself.

"Wait, here, I might have something that can help." She said, digging through her bag and pulling out a water bottle and bag of chips.

It was hard to think at the moment or even say anything but you could feel the guilt rushing back to you. Feeling like you were a horrible girlfriend for making the person you care about most worry so much.

She opened the bag of chips and water bottle, shoving them in your hands. Just the idea of eating thing made you want to vomit but you had a feeling there was no getting out of this.

So you took small bites and small sips of water. Your hands were shaking as you held them, feeling like everything weighed ten pounds heavier.

After what took a little too long, you finished the bag of chips and the whole water bottle. You could feel yourself feeling a little better, obviously it didn't immediately fix all of your problems, but just having something in your body made you feel at least functional enough to stand up and have a conversation.

But when you tried standing, Red just shoved you back onto the bed.

"You need to stay there and rest." She demanded, "Now... Can you please tell me what's wrong?" This time her voice was filled with genuine worry and sympathy.

You look down at your hands, unable to look her in the eyes. You suddenly felt your own eyes fill with tears, as if it was all about to coming pouring out at once, "I just... I dunno... I haven't been doing well recently..." You start off, choking on your words a little bit.

"I haven't been able to sleep or eat well, I haven't been able to get out of bed other than for school, and everything is just so heavy," you say, trying your hardest to prevent the tears from spilling out.

Red gives you a worried look. She decides to carefully get in the bed with you, sitting next to you and wrapping her arms around you, "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"Because I didn't want to bother you." You reply, slowly resting your head on her shoulder.

"Bother me?" She says, looking almost confused, "Your issues aren't bothersome. I just want to make sure you're okay and I want to help you every way I can."

"I know..." You mutter, still feeling guilty. "I'm sorry."

"Hey! You don't have to apologize." She says, narrowing her eyes, "It's not your fault you feel this way. But I am here to help you. I can help if you'll let me."

You finally look her in the eyes, gently grabbing her hand, "Thank you."

"Of course. I always love to help my beautiful girlfriend. I'll help you stay on top of your sleeping schedule, I'll force your to eat breakfast and lunch at school, I'll come over for dinner..." she smiles, leaning over and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

You can't help but smile as she kisses you, once she tries to pull away you bring her back for just a second longer in the kiss. Then you finally let go, "I'm serious. Thank you. You're so... Amazing. I love you so much... I'm sorry it's hard for me to talk about my problems. I trust you... I just hate seeing you worry."

Red rubs your shoulder in comfort, "Me worrying just means I care. And you're lucky. I don't care about very many people," she teasingly nudges you, "But, I'm you're girlfriend. It's kind of my job to make sure you're okay. It's the least I can do after all of the amazing things you've done for me." She smiles, "I love you too..."

The sweet words made your heart melt. Your face heated up slightly at the affection. Sometimes it was hard for Red to be affectionate but you could tell she loved it, so this really was a treat.

You couldn't believe you had such a perfect girlfriend. The very thought of her made you feel a little better no matter what. You really were lucky to have someone like her.

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uncloseted · 8 months ago

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I want to move out, Im 23 but im so nervous. I have a job and Ive been supporting myself other than paying rent (insurance, car, job, school, groceries, toiletries) for a couple years now while living at home. But im so scared that I will run out of money somehow and become homeless, once I move out my parents wouldnt want me to move back in so Id really be on my own. I think it would be better for me to move out as our relationship isnt good and it causes me a lot of stress and anixety, but the stress of potentially ruining my life by moving out also scares me. Do you have any advice?

Also on the topic of moving out, do you know anywhere where I could find guides to different things like maintenance and emergency kits and serious stuff like that and also basic stuff like cooking/cleaning/laundry? I know its stupid but I think it will be different once im cleaning an entire space if I move out versus just being responsible for my small bedroom. thank you again it means sm to me.

I think it makes a lot of sense to be nervous about moving out! Living on your own is a big responsibility and sometimes it can be hard. The fact that you recognize that tells me that you're making a thoughtful decision about this and that you're probably mature enough to deal with problems when they come your way.

As far as practical advice goes, the first thing I would do is create a budget. The website I use is this one, but there are lots of free options out there. Think about all of the expenses you currently have right now (insurance, car, job, school, groceries, toiletries), plus what you expect your rent will be based on average rents in your city and any other additional expenses you might have once you live on your own (utilities, internet, security deposit, furniture). I think getting a really good sense of how much money you need to make and how much money you can realistically save per month will make you feel more confident in your ability to afford living on your own. If you can, it's also a good idea to have 3-6 months worth of living expenses saved up before you move out on your own, since that will give you some buffer room to figure things out if you lose your income.

If the amount of money you need to afford living on your own is too high for you right now, that doesn't necessarily mean you can't afford to move out. It may be worth looking into other options, like getting a roommate, moving into a co-living space, seeing if there's a friend or other family member you could move in with, looking for other ways to lower the cost of your necessities, or looking into options for another way of making money.

As far as the anxiety that you're feeling goes, it may be worth going through all of your fears, their worst case scenarios, and coming up with plans for them in advance. For example, if you're worried you're going to run out of money, maybe a good plan would be to put 10% of your paycheck into savings every month so that you know you'll have money to fall back on. If you're afraid you're going to lose your source of income, you might work on creating a resume so you have it ready to go, put together a list of people you know who might be able to refer you for a job, come up with a list of places you would want to apply if you needed to look for work again, and come up with a list of jobs that you could get pretty easily if you were in a tight spot. If you're afraid you're going to be homeless, you could talk to your parents about what would happen in that worst case scenario and what the circumstances would have to be before they let you move back in with them. You might think about who else you could stay with short-term, look at the resources that your school, city, country, and local non-profits offer for people who are struggling, or think about other ways you could potentially get housing (like working as a nanny, couchsurfing, or WWOOFing). Having backup plans, even for situations that aren't likely to happen, may help you to feel more prepared to live on your own.

As far as guides go, here are a few that might be helpful:

This article has a good list of items you'll need right when you move in, and ones you can wait to buy

This article is a good primer on moving and all of the different elements involved in it

For emergency kits, this is a good resource, and this one is a good resource for first aid kits

This is a good resource for how to start budgeting

There are some good resources for easy, budget-friendly recipes here, here, and here

There are some good resources for learning how to cook here and here

There's a good resource for how to do laundry here

There's a pretty in-depth list of household chores here, including how frequently each chore needs to be done, and there's another good resource here

There's some good information on adjusting to living alone here

This free course has a lot of good information on how to support your own well-being and happiness (this isn't totally moving related, but I'll take any opportunity I can to shout it out because it's really good)

This is a good guide to taking care of yourself when you're sick and you live alone

And in general, Google is your best friend when going through the process of moving. Pretty much any question you have, from the reputation of different neighborhoods in your city to what the "prove" setting on your oven does to how to get rid of fruit flies is just a search away.

I know I've thrown a lot at you here and everything is pretty high-level, so if you have any other questions or things I can help you with, please feel free to ask! Moving can be a big task, but it's easier when you have the support of people who have gone through it before.

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magnuscomedybracket · 2 years ago

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Round 3 Match 1

087 Uncanny Valley vs. 021 Freefall

Propaganda under the cut!

087 Uncanny Valley

Guy cleans out flesh from a drain without a blink and nikola has to invite him back again with Jude because he wasn’t scared enough the first time because of obliviousness

Besides the obvious bit of Guy who Doesn’t Realize He’s In A Horror Story, imagine this from Nikolas perspective. Like “oh shit lol this guys name is “skinner” I’m gonna mess with him for shits and giggles… Ok he didn’t notice any of my spooky bullshit, wild! I threatened to butcher him and he was Not Paying Attention! Jude! Hey! Come check out this idiot man!”. Also implication that Jude and nikola hang out being shitty together. I support women’s wrongs.

"Megan" tries to expose this guy to The Horrors and he's so focused on his job that he just doesn't notice. She's so shocked by this that she calls him back and still has to literally force him to notice

The world's most oblivious plumber somehow doesn't notice all the creepy stuff going on and just does his job like normal. It only gets funnier when you consider it from the Stranger avatar's point of view.

Nikola Orsinov trying so hard to scare the least observant man you've ever seen. Whispering in his ear about flencing while he hums noncommittally and pulls a wad of meat from the drain of her spooky factory in the middle of fuck-all nowhere and then he just gives her the invoice and walks out??? Like it's a normal job? And when she calls him to come back the next day she has to dress up in a clown costume to get his attention and grab his head to make him look at The Atrocities that he just entirely missed the day before. I love Sebastian Skinner so much and I wish only the best for him

#I really just want to point out that they're trying to scare a plumber. #A plumber!! #do you think this is the first time this man has had to clean skin and hair out of a drain? #do you think he's never seen blood before? #like yeah it's objectively funny from the Horror's point of views but for him? It's a tuesday #Like that isn't even the weirdest thing he's seen that week #'oh they threatened to butcher him' yeah? what makes them special? #this guy probably deals with 20 different avatars a week by necessity #no amount of 'his name is skinner let's fuck with him' is going to be worse than service work in people's homes (via @/childoferebus)

#the only reason we know what's happening for half the episode is taht we know this is an horror story #and how things usually go. #dude spends half the episode going 'just a normal job. #house in the middle of nwohere. weird smells and textures #*shrugs* just anotehr day on the job* (via @/monstersqueen)

021 Freefall

I feel a little mean for finding this statement funny but… Simon really said, ‘enjoy sky blue’ than had this man falling for ages. “Before I address the central point of this statement, namely the question of… whether the sky can eat people” fantastic line. Also the indignant way he responds to Martin coming in with the Goddamn worms-

The Looney Tunes ass mental image of a lone parachute falling from the sky into a field.

#the magnus archives #tma #magpod #magnuspod #polls #tournament #round 3 #just anotehr day on the job.

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lamentingocean · 1 year ago

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•Jaha X Reader Nsfw•

- Credits to @buchheimGe67842-

Warning: Sex threats, drugs, jaha's dominant ass, drunk sex and slight embarrassment (trying not to do the "abusive boyfriend troupe" too much)

+Work made by Ocean- Your Favorite Blogger!+

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me and jaha were a couple of our words. we kept trying to keep our titles as a power couple in ilyang. but he's a businessman of his own antics and his own words following the words of his insane mind. But he began to comprehend the word.. "Love"

since his relationship of love isn't good at all. In fact. I'm pretty sure his love life is beaten to a pile of slush. But as his girlfriend. I thought to teach him instead about the concept of love and how it's in humanity's everyday necessity to make love or to fall in intimacy. I mean..what's the point of falling in love if it isn't a feeling of true love or a feeling of love towards a person you like. jaha is an odd specimen full of strength and power. full of intelligence and leadership, while his insanity is part of it. I don't mind his insanity at all as a person who has been across a bunch of mentally ill weirdos in my life who wanted to cop a feeling with me so it's normal for me. but in terms of him..

He's well written like a philosophical book full of beliefs of its own to teach a human real information in life to help them understand. but while he's a well written book with a title full of demise and power, also with a cover full of blood of his enemies. love is a belief he doesn't understand. It's like christianity to me.

christianity is a paradoxical belief to have, have to follow every line or quote from the Bible, and serve their grace and soul to the hands of god. if I had to overlay love to jaha. He might understand, but he might not at the same time. I'm not saying he's stupid since he's able to hold many sects, unions, and clans all at once. but love is love. no matter what gender or nationality. To be honest. I really don't know how I fell in love with him due to his attitude to every woman he looks at.

I try not to go into full detail about how attractive he is. but given the fact that he's the mad demon full of ruthlessness for anyone laying on a finger on an innocent person's blood, then it's no double their blood is splattered on the floor. but given the fact that he has near superhuman strength, then I can't rely on him to save me out of dangerous situations.

My mind is throbbing of a headache.

I saw him on my bed as I stood up to go bathe. his hair was all around our bed as his sleep is peaceful but yet..quiet. almost like he's in a calm spotland away from his numb madness and insanity he kept intact for years. I saw the ground overlaying with glass bottles, drugs, and piled up clothes on the floor, so I then remembered that the black rabbit clan had a bit of a celebration party, paying tribute to the low down for their contributions into helping out the clan with some stuff. jaha didn't give me full detail while he was passing out on the floor due to excessive amount of booze in his bodily system. I stood up to take off my nightgown.

But right when I took off my underwear. I heard a moan across the room from me, i turned my head back to see jaha standing up from the bed while his long black hair was messing like a bird adorably. sometimes. I mistake jaha for a wild black animal. he looked to me while I didn't have..

The fucking realization that my vagina is exposed to him while he looked at me with his usual sleep-deprived look, i froze in place like a statue, hoping his reaction would be normal or something. I'm wishing any of his words won't be as explicit or weird as last night since I'm trying to have a normal morning here. But what he said is the complete opposite.

"Hm..come here."

his voice sounds groggy once again, I try to keep my reaction consistently mannered as possible because he'll mutilate the fuck out of me if I try to make any kind of insult to him. but I know he isn't that kind of guy..yet. so I did come to him with my face red of embarrassment while I tried to cover my..parts. he knew this all along that I would or wouldn't approve of my parts exposed to him like this, but he really didn't care.

typical jaha bullshit.

he suddenly grabbed me and pinned me to the soft blankets of our bed, embracing our riches in the glistening sparks of sex to your one true madman love. His eyes were bloodshot and watery, and his mouth had an insufferable stench of booze and wontons. he ate way too much last night... before I could even say a word. he pinched the clit as i flinched in a mix between pain and a overwhelming sense of ecstacy. he whispered to my ears in such a calm voice that I even questioned if the mad demon in him is still in there:

"I'm going to ruin you. You aren't leaving until I'm finished.."

I screamed internally.

my gasps turned strangled right when his fingers started to rub through my clit up and down, going from my pussy lips to my clit all at the same time like a machination. he was enjoying it. I can tell by his look of my ecstacy. it's kinda like I'm being forced to be pleased with his fingers. but it isn't forcing. his fingers are dangerously long enough to make a lady cum in such a short amount of time. I wonder if mongrang taught him how to do this. My arch grew and grew as he went much harder and faster before. It was at this point when his fingers were coated in my juices so much that it made a mark on our royal sheets of our bed. I didn't care anymore about that. My mind was surrounded by his presence, his being, and his touch and that turned me on as a whole, making me cum all over him as a result of my ecstacy spreading at his abs.

And so...I did.

I covered my mouth to keep my moans from spreading out like wildfire across the room, I blushed so hard when he licked it off his fingers like he enjoyed my taste, he chuckled and climbed onto me as his body pressed up against mine.

his cock flinged out so fast when his clothes were taken off by speed. It's a good inch. I'm simply impressed at the shape of his cock. I can see it leaking pre-cum to my wet pussy craving his cock to enter inside me. this is the true meaning of pure love. or is it lust? both of us were craving it. If we didn't get the crave that we wanted, then it's the end of the world for us. Or for me. I place my hands to his back and let myself open to sex. his cock entered my womb.

He didn't waste no time. he thrust hard in me over and over, webs of my cum and his pre-cum entwined together in midst of his cock fucking me down. I can tell he kept his composure since his sweat grew when he continued to fuck me, panting and groaning silently at my tightness enveloping in his cock, It felt good to him but jaha is good at keeping his composure like a boss.

his pre-cum filled my womb until it was nearly oozing it out as he continued thrusting into me. it felt so good to feel his cock throb inside me as I know he's enjoying enough pussy coming from me since men are men. he must have craved this for so long that i started to consider that he intended to purposefully get himself drunk in order to fuck me. he went faster, and it was at the moment when my eyes rolled to the back of my head to get a single feel of this. all of it was like a temporary heaven. he was getting louder with his moans when he's normally quiet with that he's doing with his daily time.

I guess he got more turned on when I scratched his back out of this lust. I'm feeling so much that it's too much to bear. He hardened inside me once that happened. that caused him to climax quickly like an easy bake oven.

His load filled me up whole, and his globs of his thickening load slid down my legs while he continued to fill me up with his cum as he was restless. he continued to thrust in me like there's no tomorrow or if there's no time. I was sex hungry this entire time. We will probably be at this for the entire day. I let the officials of the Golden jade palace know me and master jaha are busy..

-END-

(I think I need to write smut or sex a little better)

#return of the crazy demon #jaha lee #return of the mad demon #webtoon #광마회귀

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redfoxdiary · 2 years ago

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How to art with Adhd

This is something i've realized is difficult. Any job is difficult with Adhd. Staying on task is hard enough, task switching, and prioritizing is also difficult. There is so much to do, and so much that can be done. There is always something to do and Adhd brains put it in the all important or none...or wrong priority order entirely. Doing things daily is something that I found I can do for a few months at a time for a certain duration before it slips...and usually stays gone.

Im trying to get back into doing art and potentially making my own business out of it, which requires much self discipline...something that is tricky. What im going to try to do is create a backlog. Make lists of things that I want to get done, but give really general or long timespans to achieve these things. E.g monthly or even yearly. Not sure if this will work, but trying something is better than trying nothing. At least for me.

Remember ADHD has weaknesses for sure, but...it also has strengths, remember that time when you had to cram for school, a test, an exam...you got distracted an left it until the last minute, then by some miracle you passed or even did well? That time when you blitz cleaned your house because you were guilty and your parents were coming to visit the next day? Yeah, those moments. Some people, neurotypicals even...might spend months of daily self-disciplined study and still not achieve those things. They might cram and forget to do the one thing that was most important to get done. Believe and trust in your own intelligence. We have lived our lives falling, and learning to catch ourself, to keep up with the rest of the neurotypicals around us. We've learned how to catch up usually very quickly and in as little time as possible if we fall behind. Out of necessity. We had very good deductive reasoning and learn very quickly. E.g you got called on by the teacher/boss to answer a question at work/school. You have literally a few seconds to figure out what is going on because you weren't paying attention, you see what page other people are on in their books, or you look at the board to get context clues, you remember the last topic you were all talking about and go from there. If you still can't find the right answer or question, you might probe a little more, reach out for the extra context clues you're missing give a thoughtful "Hmmmm" even an "im not sure" or "I was just wondering/thinking about that" and depending on the reaction you might be able to then deduce where everyone is at. You can then catch yourself up to speed. You not only just learned the information you missed out on while you were distracted or zoning out, but also ways, tools and tricks on how to catch yourself, and catch up in future...the more tools you learn, the faster you become at using them. Even the "weaknesses" can become strengths depending on how you look at it. I might hyperfocus on research about one particular aspect of art, or get distracted and watch videos on art which then turns into videos on gaming or cooking...again though...is that really a loss? One day I might want to draw food, and i'll use that information as reference, or maybe I might want to do pixel art and 3D graphics and watching youtubers playing a game will show me what they most enjoy, and how they navigate a space, what they're drawn to explore, where there eyes are attracted to, what evokes emotions from them about what they're seeing. For me, I treat everything as a learning experience, and no knowledge is useless knowledge. Just because I am not using it right now, doesn't mean that I will never need it. There's absolutely no way I could possibly ever know that its useless and i'll never need or want to use it :)

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forgaeven1 · 2 years ago

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[heat] - It’s hot, and sender notices how the other’s clothes are sticking in all the right places. carmy + syd

you chose: it’s hot, and sender notices how the other’s clothes are sticking in all the right places.

❛ like, isn't this weather fucking crazy ? ❜

it's way too hot, and what a coincidence it is that it happened to fall on the one extra day they're all taking it off. not that they wanted to, but it isn't like they've got any choice in the matter. apparently there's a gas leak to their whole building, and the city - for once - is doing something immediate about it. which, you know, sure. sydney's not feeling so great about it, even though she understands the necessity. they could barely pay cicero the loan they've taken from him just last month, you know. and, well, the bear is somewhat succeeding despite the whole world-against-them vibe they were getting, but it's like, still super fragile.

things are well, is what she means - but not too well.

they still haven't gotten a star, and sydney would very much like a star, but above all, they were at a tempo that was working. richie, for once, isn't disrupting the dynamics of the kitchen — in fact, dare she says, he enriches it. ( get it ? yeah, yeah. sometimes she can be a little bit funny, okay. sue her. ) — and tina's absolutely thriving. marcus is... excitable. they've got their hiccups at first, and he's still looking at her in ways that's- that sydney doesn't wanna really think about, but they're good. it's all good. anyways, you get what she means, right ? like. she wishes they could've gone on without their rhythm disrupted, but - it's not so bad, she supposes. a break. natalie, if nothing else, looks like she needs it.

still, it shouldn't be a surprise that she's at the restaurant anyhow right ? and it isn't like she's alone. carmy's there, sorting through the accounts, and, god, fuck, he's still super terrible at it, so what if sydney's working through their possible new special menus and double-checking his numbers ? no harm, no foul, right ? though it's damn hot, and yuck. is that her shirt sticking to her back ? super gross.

sydney goes to pull at it, wanting to judge the stickiness further, and her fingers find a spot under the outline of her bra, which she only now realises she's picked the black one, and, god, is she flashing or what ? her brown eyes drag back to carmy, out of self-preservation than anything else ( had he noticed—? ) when she sees his bright, out-of-this-world blue eyes are already on her. sydney feels a terrible blush crawling up her dark cheeks, and her gaze falls onto the books of recipes she's been flipping through.

❛ um, ❜ she says, more to the book than to him. ❛ i, uh - gotta change. give me a minute. ❜

@rejectory — seggsual tension

#rejectory #rejectory: carmen.#i hate u. ure crazy #why do u like to torture me #sydney.#sydney; interactions.

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georgemathew8899 · 10 months ago

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Finding the Best Car Rental Company for You

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lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit · 2 years ago

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reader is adopted by zib headcanons? (but more of like an uncle then a parent if that's okay!!)

also wanted to say that all your posts are a really fun read!!!

Since I'm in a fluffy parental-figure mood now why not knock this one out too

TW for mention of stabbing and bleeding. (It's not what you think, I promise; Zib just sucks at making a stuffed animal)

Zib can hardly look after himself, let alone a kitten. But this scruffy little mongrel who couldn't be older than 5 reminded him of himself so much that he opened the door for you anyway.

Now-Zib is not a kitten guy. He's more of a young-adult guy. So picking up a kitten and declaring "this is mine now" on a semi-hungover whim probably wasn't the smartest idea that he's ever had. However one panicked call to Mitzi later (while leaving you to play with the old clarinet he gave you in a desperate attempt to keep you happy. Oh, his poor ears will never recover) and he more or less knows what he's doing.

First call is a toy. He's one step away from throwing the clarinet out the window at this point; so he grabs some clean socks, rips open a pillow for it's fluffy innards and stabs his paws bloody with shitty sewing skills to make you something that vaguely resembles a toy.

It, remarkably, works. The awful shrieks and creaking of a broken clarinet being played by a total novice has ceased. Now that he's not getting his eardrums blared out, he can think straight.

Step two is food. You need to eat. He's not giving a kitten the normal liquid breakfast, lunch and dinner. There's some bread in the fridge and the toaster still works, so he hopes to god that you're not lactose-intolerant and makes some toast with butter.

Step three...

He falters there. Mitzi had told him to call the police and tell them that he had picked up a homeless kitten, but he and the fuzz weren't exactly on good terms at the moment and he didn't have it in him to send this admittedly adorable little firecracker to an orphanage where they'll force them to clean up their act, wear cute little outfits and spend their days learning manners that nobody in the real world uses anyway. No, this kitten who's currently playfighting an amalgamation of socks wouldn't fit in. He'd be sending them off to be bullied into becoming a proper member of society.

They're not a proper member any more than he is.

Another call, this one to Ben. He's got a daughter at home, maybe he can think of something.

The phone call is essentially Zib going: "Hi, Ben, so I have a kitten now. No, they're not mine. I swear, Ben, they're not mine-no, they're not Mitzi's castoffs, either. Good god, tomcat, she pays you to-okay, yes, I know, she hasn't paid us yet. But-back to the point! I have a kitten here and my place is a mess. I just made them some toast. You have a girl-sorry, a daughter. I meant daughter! You have a daughter. Can you give me some pointers? What do you mean you've coming over-"

Turns out Ben's little girl is the same age you are. She's also a sweetheart. She brings some toys over to share, doesn't laugh at Zib's pathetic attempt at a toy for you (which is already falling apart) and offers to let you pick one or two toys of hers to keep.

Meanwhile Ben pulls Zib aside and the latter has an anxiety attack over what he's supposed to do with you. Bringing a kitten home when he can barely afford the basic necessities for himself? Is he crazy? He can't even blame this decision on drunken stupidity, he was completely sober (albeit hungover) when he brought you in. You'd have better luck with literally anyone else!

Ben gives him two choices. Either you come home with him, or he takes you to an orphanage. He might as well have punched Zib in the gut, since he had already gotten attached to you; so Ben makes a compromise: he takes you home, but Zib can visit whenever he wants to, he can take you out of the house if you agree to go and he'll bring you to the speakeasy so you'll at least see him every night. This sooths Zib enough to agree.

Ben keeps up his end of the bargain. After settling in to your second new home of the day, you're in a third new place-the Lackadaisy speakeasy. Zib is lazing at the bar when you see him but he perks up pretty quickly at your voice.

He has a shadow for the rest of the night. Every so often a cat will ask him if you're his and laugh, like the idea is ridiculous to even mention. Zib will just give them his rare cocky smile and ruffle your fur, saying "well, yeah, they are. For tonight, at least."

It becomes an inside joke between you. You'll attach to him like Velcro when he's not needed on stage and you'll be "his for the night". However as you grow up, you see him as more of a very strange equal than adult figure. You're on the same wavelength, to an extent.

Zib never thought he'd be a surrogate family figure of any kind. Now he's a little hard-pressed to imagine the Lackadaisy life without you in it. If he's lucky and it lasts long enough, maybe you'll be able to join Ivy in the crew and he'll see you every day, too.

Just please god don't grow up to be a rumrunner he sees the kind of stress that puts on Viktor whenever Ivy goes out

#🖋 mod ille #Dorian “Zib” Zibowski #Headcanon Home Brew #headcanon #Lackadaisy

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 4 years ago

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anyway since this shitcourse is all over tweeter today and I like to try educating folks where I can:

it doesn't matter if sex work is empowering. literally irrelevant. some sex workers love it, some wouldn't do it if they didn't need the money, and some have feelings that fall elsewhere on the continuum between those two things.

regardless, they deserve resources that will make them safer when they're working.

to be clear: this isn't about people who are victims of sex trafficking, which is entirely different than sex work. people who have been trafficked, of course, deserve the help and resources they need, but their mistreatment is not shovel to beat people who have opted into sex work over the head with.

this is the point where you might be saying "but Makenzie, if a sex worker doesn't like their job and is only doing it for the money, have they really 'opted in'? isn't that nonconsensual sex?"

first off - no, literally listen to sex workers talk about this. acting like any sex that someone has with a sex worker is inherently nonconsensual is as dangerous as implying that any sex must be consensual, because either way you're deciding that sex workers don't get to be the ones to decide which sex they did or didn't agree to have. sex workers absolutely can experience rape and sexual assault, and that's an issue that needs to be taken seriously, but acting like any sex for money is inherently violating muddies the issue in a way that doesn't help anyone except people looking to criminalize sex workers.

secondly: hey. listen. have you ever in your life had a job that you didn't especially love and wouldn't have done if we didn't live in a capitalist hellscape where money is required to obtain basic necessities like shelter, food, and medicine? yeah, of course you have. sure, without outside forces influencing you, you probably wouldn't have taken that job. that job probably wasn't empowering. but that doesn't mean you were being trafficked, and it definitely doesn't mean you didn't still deserve to advocate for better, safer working conditions at that job.

whether they like their work or not, sex workers deserve to be able to work safely and without being criminalized. shouting at them that they're objectifying themselves, that their work isn't empowering, that they're setting back feminism - none of that helps them in any way. imagine walking up to a group of factory workers striking for better pay and safer working conditions and telling them that they ought to just work on abolishing capitalism instead of doing such demeaning labor. that's an unhinged thing to say, and willfully ignores the reality that capitalist violence won't end over night and workers need money now.

a whole lot of so-called feminists show their entire ass when they actively fight against measures that sex workers support in the name of "protecting women," often working against the very thing those sex working women are begging to have implemented for their own safety and livelihoods. shut up and listen to what sex workers actually need if you want to help them so badly, and if you're desperate for them to quit sex work altogether then pay for their rent, groceries, student loans, etc, yourself.

if you want to learn more about sex work FROM sex workers who write from an explicitly anti-capitalist lens, and how badly sex workers have been burned by measures rolled out in the name of "protecting" them in various countries, I seriously recommend the book Revolting Prostitutes by Molly Smith and Juno Mac - it's one of the most enlightening books I've ever read.

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t00thpasteface · 3 years ago

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how does the main story play out in your everyone lives au? does it change Before the Mehrunes Dagon fight or is that it's only divergence?

EEEEEK I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED bc I love talking about it!!! yes the Mehrunes Dagon fight is really the only major thing that changes. however, there's a lot of particulars in the timeline that i'm, well, particular about, so here's the gist of how the main quest, the Dark Brotherhood storyline, and Shivering Isles all fit together:

to give you a timeline, I like to think that the main quest starts in early spring and ends in late fall, so it takes about six or seven months.

Suzy is also juggling Dark Brotherhood story quest starting somewhere around early summer; her statue in Bruma has her Shrouded Armor on. that questline is also very slow going and doesn't really start to boil over until after the MQ is resolved. Suzy is named Silencer and given Shadowmere basically right before it's time to get the Amulet back from Mankar Camoran.

Martin survives the final battle, but it's a huge fiasco because he ends up borderline comatose from magicka expenditure. he makes a full recovery physically but he is a WRECK mentally. sidenote: it's very fun for me to explore how that would play out... i've mentioned my very long Marcien wip i've been working on; in that fic I do a lot of philosophizing about how he would handle being the emperor on top of all his past trauma, and what it would mean to be a Septim emperor with no Amulet of Kings or Dragonfires around to justify your bloodline's usefulness anymore.

while Martin is still settling into the throne, that's when the Dark Brotherhood absolutely implodes around Suzy. she's totally preoccupied with it, and as a result, she's hardly able to pay Martin any visits to check up on him. of course Martin kinda sorta starts to spiral without his emotional support demiprince... :(

Suzy comes in clutch to wrench Lucien from the jaws of death. he is... a little worse for wear. the exact severity of his wounds kinda varies from fic to fic but I don't think he gets out unscathed. in one ending i'm floating for my fic Urgent, he's all but incapacitated from the injuries (cutting against the grain of the abdominal muscle will basically render you unable to lift anything heavy ever again), and he's thus forced into early "retirement". in other versions of the ending, he quits of his own volition out of a totally justified paranoia that it could happen again, and that he won't be so lucky the second time. as a Silencer and not the Listener (she can't be everything!!), Suzy has no real reason to stay in the Brotherhood once Lucien gets forced out one way or another, so she takes her leave as well.

I think at that point Suzy gets Lucien and Martin talking mostly out of necessity; she's genuinely worried that both of them might do something horrible to cope with their sudden new lives, so she figures a buddy-system is a good solution for when she can't be there in Cheydinhal or the Imperial City to do welfare checks.

and, of course, there's no rest for the wicked; Suzy is very soon drawn away once again to the Shivering Isles, where her dad needs her to fulfill her duties as demiprince and keep New Sheoth running smoothly, while (semi-knownst to her) the Greymarch is happening. it's a different OC of mine (Hears-Voices, my Daggerfall protag) who becomes the new Madgod, and Suzy in her infinite daedricitude immediately takes a shine to him and totally accepts that he's her dad. not her new dad; just... her dad. you know how it is.

once that's all wrapped up in a neat little bow, she finally gets the opportunity to go back to living in Cyrodiil... only to find her two besties hooked up while she was away, and they both want her to be their maid of honor! how long has this been going on? will Suzy be able to compromise between her two best friends' wishes?? and are they going to be serving those tasty little cheese cubes at the reception or will Suzy have to cater it herself?!?!?!

#i hope that answers your question AND THEN SOME #i um. like talking about suzy #shebbz shoutz #tes #oblivion #marcien #oc suzy #ask

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khalixascorner · 3 years ago

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Kill Me Kiss Me

Summary: When Peter takes the hit on Tony Stark, he fully plans to follow through and actually kill the man. He doesn't expect to fall in love, nor does he expect anything that happens after that.

“100 Million, and I want 10 upfront to cover expenses,” Peter said. The man across from him frowned. “50 and 1 upfront,” he growled and Peter scoffed. “Yeah, no. I cased it already for you, and the only way I’m making it look like an accident is if I get close to him, which means going undercover for however long it takes,” Peter replied calmly. “100 million and 10 upfront to make sure I can backstop an identity and pay my expenses while I try to impress the man and gain his trust. Otherwise, find someone else.”

Tags: Hitman AU, hitman peter, iron man tony, Hitman falls in love with his target trope, Assassination attempts, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Angst, Happy Ending,the author likes to make new AIs just for fun so sorry about the acronyms, First Date, Aged-Up Peter Parker, but still age difference lol, just not as large

Read on AO3 Here

Special thanks to @sausageg for the beautiful art. Also special thanks to @the-mad-starker always being my beta.

“100 Million, and I want 10 upfront to cover expenses,” Peter said. The man across from him frowned.

“50 and 1 upfront,” he growled and Peter scoffed.

“Yeah, no. I cased it already for you, and the only way I’m making it look like an accident is if I get close to him, which means going undercover for however long it takes,” Peter replied calmly. “100 million and 10 upfront to make sure I can backstop an identity and pay my expenses while I try to impress the man and gain his trust. Otherwise, find someone else.”

The man stewed at Peter’s words but he wasn’t worried. They had asked him once and he had told them the same thing then. If they were back again, then they had tried someone else and either failed miserably or no one would take the job. This was Iron Man after all and Stark was notoriously paranoid. Getting close would take a lot of time and would only work for Peter because he had the brains to back up his plan.

“Fine, but you better not fail,” the man said angrily. Peter just smiled. Since becoming the Spider, he had a perfect track record. He might have idolized Tony Stark as a kid, but life had beaten any naivety out of him. No one was off limits anymore.

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It took Peter a month to get hired at SI in the R&D department. There weren’t technically any openings but he had managed to catch Mr. Stark himself at a conference and teased a version of his webs as a personal project. One email detailing the full project along with a few subtle comments about how much he appreciated Mr. Stark looking it over and how he had always dreamed of working at SI, and Peter was in.

Once there, he worked quickly to establish himself among the other researchers. He was quick to offer help when people were stuck and worked longer hours than nearly anyone else. Peter also took advantage of his past research to complete his initial project and then expand it. All to gain the attention of one Tony Stark. After all, how could the man resist meeting SI’s rising star who was creating ideas as fast as the genius himself.

It still took another few months but Peter didn’t mind. He’d always had plenty of ideas, so it was nice to take the ones that would actually help people and let SI run with them. When he first started as the Spider, it had been out of necessity. Every one he cared about was dead and he was enhanced with no protection from the people who wanted to use him. There was no time or resources to put to anything beyond his day to day survival.

After he finally stabilized, he had been busy and needed to avoid unwanted attention. Patenting half a dozen life saving medical devices or construction materials would have made him vulnerable, not to mention the business end of things had never really been his forte. Even now, he knew just enough to get by and that was it. So Peter took advantage of SI’s lawyers and had his profits donated to various charities in honor of his family. He wouldn’t be able to claim anything once he shed this identity anyway, and it just further built his good guy persona.

The day of his meeting, Peter dressed nicely and made sure to arrive early, every inch the eager to please researcher who was awed by his boss.

“Mr. Parker, Boss is waiting for you in his lab instead of the office,” a feminine Irish voice said as Peter entered the elevator. “I will take you there now.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Peter replied out of habit, though he was a bit surprised. He could only assume the voice belonged to Mr. Stark’s AI, Friday, but rumors had it that she didn’t talk to anyone other than Mr. Stark and a few close associates after the Accords mess had occurred. They had specifically targeted AI’s so Mr. Stark had made his disappear from the public eye, claiming they were turned off and replaced with more simplistic UI assistants.

The voice stayed silent but the elevator rose, taking him far above the public floors. When they opened, lighting on the floor started to glow. Peter blinked, then shrugged to himself and followed the lit pathway, finally coming to a stop in front of a set of doors that were currently frosted over. He looked for an intercom or camera that he could use but there didn’t seem to be any so instead, he stepped up to the doors and knocked lightly on them.

“Excuse me? Mr. Stark?”

The doors slid open, and Peter’s sensitive ears were suddenly blasted with loud music. He quickly covered them and ducked into the lab. Distantly he noted how impressive the soundproofing must be to keep that all locked in but more pressing was finding Stark and hoping the older man would turn the music down.

Luckily, it didn’t take long, and Stark immediately had his AI cut the music when he saw Peter covering his ears.

“Ah, Mr. Parker, not a fan of classic rock?” Stark teased.

“Sorry, sir, sensitive ears so the volume was a bit much,” Peter replied with a grimace.

“Not to worry. Come, sit,” Stark said, gesturing to a stool next to one of the tables.

“Thank you, sir,” Peter replied, eyes darting around briefly before turning back to Stark. “How can I help you, sir?”

“I like to get to know the up and comers,” Stark replied, grabbing his own stool to sit. “Especially ones like you. Gotta say, I’m a bit worried though, kid. You’re pushing yourself really hard.”

“I’m just trying to earn my check,” Peter replied, letting his eyes drop to the floor. “You guys made room for me when the lab was technically full.”

“We always have room for brains like yours, Parker,” Stark said with a laugh. “We just don’t advertise openings unless we’re really desperate. A company like SI headhunts through the colleges and such normally.”

“Still, I’m just really grateful for this opportunity, sir,” Peter said, trying to be sincere without laying it on too thick. It was even true, though not in the way Stark probably assumed. He’d be set for life after this, and his reputation would be legendary. The man that killed Iron Man.

Stark just sighed and then waved his hand over the table, bringing up the specs on Peter’s latest project.

“Tell me more about this.”

Peter dove into the explanation for his latest application of medical webs including the new fine control dispenser he was developing. Stark asked thoughtful questions and made a few suggestions before sending Peter on his way again with a request for an update the following week or if he figured the mechanism out.

As he left, Peter felt lighter than he had in a long time. He hadn’t connected with anyone at an intellectual level in so long, and Stark was so attentive. It left a warm feeling in his chest, but Peter just brushed it off. He had a job to do and he needed to stay focused.

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Time seemed to fly after that, with Peter diving further and further into his research. The first week, he had sent an email to update Stark, only for Friday to hijack the elevator the next time he was on it alone to drop him off at Stark’s lab again. After some teasing, Stark stated very clearly that he expected Peter to report in directly unless he was told otherwise. Peter simply apologized and delivered his report, then spent the rest of the afternoon working alongside Stark on the latest project.

There were a few times that first day where he could have sabotaged something, but with Friday watching, Peter opted to wait. It would be suspicious if something happened the first time they worked together too.

The pattern repeated each week, with Peter spending at least one afternoon in Stark’s personal lab. Again and again, he’d see opportunities to cause an accident, but each time, he hesitated. He told himself it was because of Friday’s all seeing eyes and the risk to his own body, but that excuse started to wear thin very quickly.

A month in, the pattern changed and Stark asked him to spend the afternoon instead.

“Are you sure, sir?” Peter asked, eyes wide. They had only even met four times and now he was getting access to the man’s lab. Supervised of course but still.

“I don’t do anything I don’t want, Parker,” Stark said with a laugh. “You’ll learn that pretty quickly if you stick around.”

“I do think I’ve heard something like that from the other researchers,” Peter said with a small laugh of his own. “But I try not to believe things I hear without proof.”

“A wise philosophy, Mr. Parker,” Stark said. Then he clapped his hands and gestured to the workshop. “Now, I figured we could have some fun for once and test out your latest project properly.”

“Wait, which one? Because the latest one was the conductive glue and that is nowhere near ready, plus it needs lot of materials,” Peter argued, worried that they were about to cause serious damage among other things.

“Pete, may I call you Pete?” At his nod Stark continued. “Look, I’m a billionaire despite my best efforts, and this is a genuinely good idea. So we’re going to workshop it properly instead of you just tooling around with it in your spare time. And if we blow some stuff up while we do it, well, that’s just part of the fun.”

“If you say so, Mr. Stark,” Peter said, eyeing the man dubiously. Yet underneath the calm exterior, he felt the stirring of excitement like he hadn’t since he had first gained his powers and developed his webbing. The high of experimentation and discovery, of rushing head first without fearing where you’d land. A leap of faith.

“Come on, kid, lighten up. And call me Tony,” Stark said, practically pushing Peter further into the lab. “Now, let's get to work!”

“Alright alright, let’s go,” Peter said with a light laugh. He could let himself remember this, for just an afternoon. Surely, it would be ok.

That afternoon was the most fun Peter had experienced in over 5 years. The whole time, Stark stayed close, whether keeping an eye on him or just enjoying his presence, Peter didn’t know but he didn’t care. For a moment, Peter was 15 again and completely enamored with the Tony Stark . But it wasn’t that simple anymore. He was older now, and life had left him jaded. So he stuffed those feelings back down and just let himself enjoy the moment without taking it to heart.

“Good work today, kid,” Stark said as they wrapped up, and Peter grinned back in response. They had gotten a lot further than he had expected and had only blown a few things up.

“Thank you, sir.”

“So, tell me if I’m reading this wrong, but that was a really enjoyable afternoon and your brain gets my brain, so what do you say we get to know each other a bit better? I know this great place that’s not too far from here,” Tony asked. Peter considered it for only a second before pushing away the idea. Getting involved with a target like that never ended well.

“I really appreciate the offer, sir, but I don’t want to get in trouble, with you being my boss and all,” Peter offered as an excuse instead. “I’d love to work in the lab with you more though, if you’re ever free.”

Tony waved him off and didn’t mention it again, but he continued to invite him back to the lab. Every now and again, Peter would catch Tony looking at him with this soft look, like he was honestly amazed by Peter, and he had to look away every time he saw it. Because soon, he’d be making sure those eyes never opened again.

After 3 months of working side by side with Tony, it all came to a head. Peter was in the lab again, watching as Tony worked on some new project he was excited about. The man had been deep into it when Peter had arrived for their weekly lab time so the younger man had just settled himself on a stool to wait patiently.

It was going smoothly until it wasn’t, and Peter reacted without thought when his spider sense went off.

“Tony, wait! Don’t!”

Peter jumped off the stool and had pulled the man back just as the device in front of him fizzled and exploded. His brain caught up with his body as he realized Tony had crossed a few wires somehow, overloading the power core and causing the device to overheat in a spectacular fashion.

“Ah, thanks, Pete,” Tony said with a chuckle. “Probably should remember I’m not 20 anymore so inventing binges don’t end as well.”

“Yeah, maybe let the interns check your work or something,” Peter teased, not hiding the slight waiver in his voice. For once, it was an honest reaction and not just part of his cover. Because he could have acted there, by not acting. It would have been so easy to let that explode in Tony’s face then hide a poison when he ran over to “check” him before calling medical.

But he didn’t. He didn’t even think about it. The only thought going through his head was to protect. Peter didn’t have time to think on it more as Tony was already up and moving again.

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With shaky hands, he helped Tony clean up the accident area. Rather than keep working, Tony sent him home early after promising to go get some rest himself.

At home that night, Peter tried to figure out what had happened. Why had he lost his cool and given up his best chance at taking down the man?

The thought of Tony dead in his arms gave Peter a sick feeling in his gut and pain in his chest.

“Fuck. I’m so fucked,” Peter laughed harshly. Because of course the one time it really mattered, the one job he absolutely shouldn’t fuck up, he did. His perfect streak was done because he couldn’t do it.

Somehow, week by week, as Peter had learned more about the eccentric yet kind man, he had slipped in through Peter’s defenses. From his over the top gestures to his overprotective nature, Tony filled a gaping hole that Peter hadn’t even realized he had. His heart skipped a beat when Tony would give him that gentle smile and his stomach would flutter when he caught the man stealing glances. For the first time since he had become the Spider, Peter was actually tempted to just hang up his poisons and webbing. He had backstopped this identity to hold up to scrutiny, so he could just exist again as Peter Parker, for as long as his luck held.

Yet, it was his luck that was holding him back. Bad things happened to the people he cared about. So no matter how much he loved Tony, Peter knew he should keep his distance and get out while he still could. With a heavy heart, Peter set a mental end date, giving himself enough time to wrap up all of his projects and say goodbye.

On his final lab day, he savored every moment with Tony. At the end of it, he turned to the man shyly.

“So, I ah, I know it’s been awhile since you asked but I was wondering if maybe you’d still want to get dinner? With me, that is,” Peter asked, not daring to look. “Maybe tomorrow? You said you knew a nice little place?”

Tony was quiet for a minute, and Peter’s heart was pounding in his ears. He hadn’t really considered what he’d do if Tony turned him down, the letter with Tony’s name on it waiting at home for him to give. Luckily, he didn’t need a back up plan.

“That’d be great,” Tony said softly, and Peter finally looked up to see the gentle look Tony was giving him. “I’d really like that.”

“That’s ah, great. Yeah great, awesome, just text me the address and time and I’ll meet you there,” Peter managed to get out. Tony gave him a dopey grin and nodded even as Peter tried to make his escape.

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Returning the advance and letting his employer know that the job was off was easy enough. Peter timed it with the day of his dinner date with Tony, that way he could at least warn the man before disappearing again. It was a bit selfish, to dump the warning on him and run, but Tony would have questions that Peter didn’t want to answer, which was why Peter had written him a letter instead. He’d say goodnight, slip it in Tony’s pocket, then move on to his next identity. And if that identity took offense to the hit put out on a certain eccentric billionaire, that was his business.

He dressed to impress, settling on dark gray slacks and a rich blue button up that clung to his waist and shoulders while flaring at his wrists. On top of that, he layered a matching charcoal vest that was equally fitted. Lastly, he ran product through his hair, scrunching it and running his fingers through it until his curls had that artfully tousled look. Peter grumbled the whole time, because he hated wasting extra time getting ready, but it was their first and only date, so it was important for once.

Tony was meeting him at the restaurant, so he double checked everything one last time then grabbed an Uber.

Seeing Tony’s face when he walked up to their table made all of it worth it. The man looked like he had been hit with Thor’s hammer.

“Hey, hope you weren’t waiting long,” Peter said as he sat.

“Just my whole life,” Tony replied and Peter snorted.

“Ok, no, that was just terrible. Take it back,” he teased.

“Nope, no returns, exchanges, or refunds in this partnership,” Tony quipped back.

“And here I thought you liked me enough to make exceptions.”

“Rules exist for a reason, Petey-Pie. Can’t just let you break them willy-nilly,” Tony said while shaking a finger at him. Peter just rolled his eyes and grabbed the menu.

“So what’s good here?” Peter asked.

“Eh, all of it is edible but I have favorites,” Tony replied with a grin. Peter glared at him before rolling his eyes again and dropping the menu.

“Fine, you order for us both then.”

“Happily.”

Tony flagged the waiter down, and Peter watched as the man ordered their food rapid fire and then shooed the waiter away.

They immediately fell into their habit of talking shop while they waited for their meal, though for once it was Tony talking about his projects instead of them talking about Peter’s. He had just wrapped up the last one and had intentionally not started anything new. When Tony had asked, Peter had deflected, saying he was just easing off like Tony had wanted. The older man had accepted it and assured Peter that he could just help out with a different project until he was ready.

Dinner came, and Peter was so caught up in Tony’s enthusiasm that he barely tasted any of it. For just this meal, he let himself pretend that he didn’t have to leave and that he could stay at Tony’s side for as long as the man would have him. He tried to memorize the teasing smirks, sharp grins, and untroubled smiles that he was privileged enough to see. In return, he was open with his admiration, not holding back for once as he told Tony how brilliant he was and how much Peter loved working alongside him.

All the while, he ignored the letter in his pocket while wishing it were as easy to ignore all the reasons he had to do this.

Dessert was brought out, and Peter felt his stomach sinking as his time with Tony was ending. He fought to keep it off his face though. These memories should be happy, not tainted with regret.

Peter started to say something when he felt a tingle at the base of his neck, causing him to freeze as his eyes darted around. Tony was giving him an odd look but Peter didn’t care, he just knew he needed to find the danger.

He caught sight of the gun and barely had a second to realize it was pointed at Tony. Without thinking, he threw himself over Tony, knocking them both to the ground but not before he heard the gun go off twice. Pain hit suddenly, and his only thought was that as long as Tony was alright, it was a fair trade.

#khalixa writes #starker #tony stark/peter parker #hitman Peter Parker #Iron Man Tony Stark #sfsummerbingo22 #Falling in love #dorks in love #angst with a happy ending

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magotthemaggot · 2 years ago

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August Update or "God I finally I have a reason to make a long post on this thing"

In this update I talk about academic pursuits, how they might affect my future works, possibility of commissions and a really goofy and niche Valensoul fancomic I'm making.

Like last year, Summer was planned as a time for me to open commissions. However, something happened in April that would shift my focus as of late: I've been accepted into a graduate school.

This meant a lot of moving, paperwork and working to pay off some of the upcoming costs. Does this mean that I'm going through another hiatus like last year for study reasons? God no. And I'll give my best shot on making sure it doesn't happen again. If you noticed me experimenting with simpler artstyles and sketches, it's because of that. I didn't want to go through another hiatus and I hope this hobby remains unscathed by my future lifestyle changes. Getting a PhD is hard and it'll definitely require a lot of energy from me, but I believe I have not only the ability, but the necessity to keep creating.

That being said, I hope this contextualizes my work for the past months and in the future. I'll be unavailable for a bit until the end of August while I I settle down in my new apartment.

If everything goes by smoothly, there's a chance I'll open commissions for September.

Don't count that as a promise though.

Anyways, you might've noticed a lot of Skullgirls fanart this year. Part of the reason is due to this year being 10 years since I started drawing. And now I'm revisiting my first inspirations to gain some sort of...closure? I dunno. Sentimentalism I guess. Skullgirls is directly the reason I started drawing and revisiting it gives me a sense of how far I've gone. And I just like drawing Valensoul a lot, I guess.

But that's just part of the reason. I've been working hard yet posting less of it as of late (as unlikely as that may seem). I'm working on a commission turned passion project with a friend. How is this relevant is that it's a Valensoul comic. That's right. Most of my fanart up to this point has been practice for a bigger project.

I've been hinting at it on other socials, but now that both the script and storyboard are complete and I'm getting ready to draw the final pages, I feel much confident in announcing it here. That being said, I'm not gonna share much more information other than It's a Valensoul comic, it's niche but I think a specific subgroup of my followers will like it very much and don't expect it to be released for a good couple of months, more so now that I have to balance it with my student life.

TL;DR

I'm moving for academic reasons which might affect my output, but I'll make sure my best to keep doing what I like. Once all falls into place and I'm well accomodated, I might open commissions. I'm also making a one-off comic with a friend, and it's going nicely. I might disappear for a while until late-august, but not much more than that. My work means a lot to me and I don't want to take another hiatus.

Thanks for sticking around. I'll see you in a couple of weeks.

#blog post

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karmathehalflander · 2 years ago

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Broad character rewrites in MV in quick bulleted list form: -Michael, Taylor, Ostin, Hatch, Sharon (Michael's mom), Zeus, McKenna: Broadly fine as they are, but willing to play by ear for taste

-Jack: The plan was to rewrite his introduction to come from the opposite angle where instead of a bully, he has a reputation of the school 'fixer' who can get you what you want if you pay the price, he has more of a criminal-y vibe early on but it turns out he's really not bad and he waives the fee for the drive to California upon hearing it's to rescue Michael's mom. He still has a military big bro who he learned a lot from but make it less of a 'man, the Marines are so cool!' thing just because I don't like US imperialism

-Wade: Backport most of his RotE/BotA characterization of being slightly more cowardly into PoC25's events, make it clear he's got a gay crush on Jack that he keeps to himself until the blog is revealed in BotA

-Quentin: More early screen time (have him tag along with Tara when she's giving Taylor the tour? Make their relationship shockingly healthy despite the whole sitch?), ongoing subplot, maybe explain why he's the leader of the group more/earlier

-Tara: Play down her earlier sadism, make it clearer that her might-makes-right worldview is something she's adopted to make Hatch happy/like her

-Nichelle: Also downplay the sadism a hair, though don't erase it because I still want it to be there when she joins the Electroclan later for a 'well I'm glad she's on our side now' moment-possibly give her some occasional check-ins at the taco job we find her working at during HfJD? So she comes less out of nowhere. Maybe introduce RESAT tech in development during PoC25 that makes her nervous about being tossed aside so that explains why Hatch dumps her so quickly. -Tanner, Grace: They're probably mostly fine, Tanner has an interesting little arc as The One With A Conscience even if he's not used much, and Grace is Fine as a flat character, not everyone can be fleshed out.

-Bryan, Kylie: Just give them a bit more than 'the dumb one' and 'the materialistic one'. -Ian: He really needs more to do. I mean, he does a lot, a lot of spotting and info-giving, but he has the least personality of the Dungeon Trio. I'd honestly play up his role of the pessimist of the trio to balance out McKenna's optimism and Abi's hesitancy.

-Abi: I do like her role as the nervous one who doesn't like fighting but i feel like that sidelines her into the Shy Healer (kind of) archetype. Maybe play her up as the moral core of the group a bit, make her more able to stand up for her beliefs?

-Torstyn: Absolutely make him less of a maniac so his heel-face turn goes down smoother, give him a few mentions as being Away during PoC25 for foreshadowing purposes (Tessa and Cassie, I need to swirl around in my head a bit more. and I do have random other thoughts, this is just like, basic stuff 2 me)

I love that angle for jack! It would make me much more sympathetic to his character and make him much more interesting overall. I think he would be a nice guy but kinda fall into somewhat shady stuff out of necessity.

Wade needs more character and his death would affect me much more if he did.

I genuinely didn’t feel like Tara had a redemption arc it was like she joined them and everyone just forgot how sadistic she acted.

I love Nichelle and any more characterization would be awesome!

Ian desperately needs more character! I love him and there’s so much missed potential! He would tell dark jokes and be pessimistic but I imagine he would be generally pretty chill in serious situations.

Abi would work well as a moral center I feel like that kind of character was desperately needed. The story would have been much more balanced that way.

#Sorry it took me so long to respond to this one lol #michael vey

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kayfabebabe · 3 years ago

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Your kane x reader fics are amazing!! I love how accurately you portray him in each chapter and the growing friendship between them! May I ask for fluff headacanons of 90s kane if that's okay with a GN!reader please?? I seriously love your work so far and I hope your blog gains more attention. Keep up the good work <33

Firstly, Hello.

Thank you so so fricking much for the sweet words. You're the first ask that I've ever gotten and I've been on Tumblr for 10 years (ish) so I hope you like these Headcanons. It got a little long so they're under the cut <3 <3

Kane walks you to your car every night - Without fail. Kane knows you're not the biggest fan of the dark and he makes it his personal mission to protect you from anything hiding in the parking lot. This means that you are the last two people leaving the arena a lot of the time. It doesn't matter if his match is before yours, Kane will wait for you and, if yours is before Kane's, you wait for him. Sometimes you linger outside of your car with no real reason to, just for the chance to talk to him for longer. Kane watches you leave with a wave of his hand that you see in your rear-view mirror. He knows that you’re strong and more than capable of looking after yourself, but Kane hates the thought of you being scared and alone.

You have a secret knock - After seeing you knock ‘Shave and a haircut. Two bits’ on someone’s door, Kane decides that the two of you need a secret knock. You don’t question why.

Kane leaves you notes - (This is my favourite headcanon) Everyone knows that Kane doesn't have the best grasp of verbal communication when he comes into the WWF. It gets better over time, but he still struggles to talk some days. You find the first note after the whole Tori/X-Pac incident and seeing the first real display of Kane's unbridled emotions. Folded up on a wooden bench inside your locker room with Kane nowhere in sight. It's short in comparison to some of the notes that you'd recieve later on. In fact, it's just 2 simple words. 'Thank you. - Kane.' The notes range from Kane asking you out to lunch although he doesn't eat in front of you to long, rambling streams of conciousness that end with him thanking you for being his friend.

You introduce Kane to quiet music - This one was born out of necessity. Some people needed loud, heavy rock music to pump them up before a match. Kane needed something to calm him down afterwards. First, you try classical music. You buy a dozen CDs on the guarentee of the owner of a record store that they'll "calm the most ruthless of beasts." None of them work. Next you try country and get the same result. You make your way through an entire catalogue of different music genres until you hit upon Instrumental easy jazz. Yes, the type of stuff that you expect to hear in a coffee shop. 'Easy Listening' is a more appropriate title for it. For whatever reason, it feels like a cool wave over Kane's hot temper and, soon, he plays that CD following every match. It becomes his prized possession. On bad days when you find Kane rocking himself backwards and forwards on the floor, you play the CD and sit close by as he settles down. On good days, you can hear Kane quietly humming the familiar tunes to himself. At some point, you do have a buy another copy as Kane wears down the original although you do secretly keep the originial as a keepsake of your friendship.

You have a bad habit of falling asleep on Kane - It started off in the middle of a production meeting then it kept happening. There was just something about his presence that made you feel safe enough to let yourself drift off. You, also, couldn’t help if his arm felt better under your head than the hotel pillow. Kane fell asleep on you once following a bad couple of days. You were babbling to him about your weekend, not really paying attention to his drooping eyelids, when his head came to rest in your lap. It was so rare for Kane to let himself be vulnerable around anyone that you understand the importance of the otherwise insignificant act. You stayed like that for hours, fingers lightly massaging his scalp and brushing through his curls. That's the best Kane has slept in years.

#Fluff #Kane #WWF #Kane X Reader #GN!Reader #Cute #Headcanons #HCs #Thank you #Ask answered

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