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[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

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[defiledtomb]

There's a story about a healer MC and Leith on my Patreon now, a concept slice of something I hope to develop while I get my bearings together after leaving my partner in the middle of the night, and find an apartment before it gets too cold to live in the vacation house I'm in right now. Once I have the funds to move, I will also get my stationary PC back, which means I can get back to finalizing ouroboros book 1!

If you want, you can join any paid tier to access the story, and watch the story unfold each week, see where I take it. If you join the $10 tier, there's a backlog of ouro smut to read too! >:3

Thank you to anyone who helps me through this tough time, through Kofi or Patreon or by just being here. You're in my heart locket forever.

[mysticpearl]

PREGNANCY CONFLICTS - boothill x reader

- boothill "passes" a few days after you announce your pregnancy. he's soon returned to you as a cyborg, and has a rough time with all of the realizations he discovers during your pregnancy.

- thank u guys sm for all the compliments im getting in my inbox about my idea and my writing i love every single one of u guysssss 💋 💋 and now the fic for my idea is finally here! i hope you guys enjoyyyyy

- mentions of insecurity, PREGNANCY, boothill is sad in this shdjfjsks so pretty much hurt no comfort in a very mild way, "M,d,y" means month, day, year, his way of death is not canon i made something up!!! wc 1.5k

Boothill has always talked about being a father. With how optimistic about your guys’ future he was, you could already tell he’d be a great, great father. So when you announced your pregnancy to him, he was ecstatic.

He spun you around in the air, putting you down to kiss you passionately. To him, all of his dreams have come true. As if you’ve given him a strong purpose in life, to not only protect you but to protect his little, and hopefully more to come.

“Thank you,” he mumbled into your shoulder as he held you tightly. “Thank you for giving me such an opportunity.”

But then a few days after you announced it to him, he went missing. You spent day and night trying to contact people, get cops on the case, and go out there with someone yourself and try to find him. The cops brought a necklace, splotched in blood, with your initials on it. Saying they found his body and it was barely recognizable. They knew it was him because of the necklace around his neck and the wedding band that was stuck on a stray tree branch.

As both of those were returned back to you, you felt as if you couldn’t look at them without absolutely breaking down. You were set under the impression that he was gone forever. You felt horrible- not only for yourself, but the life you assumed your baby would have, being born into a world where they only have a mother who's trying her absolute best to provide and make sure their life goes as smoothly as possible.

On the 16th week of your pregnancy was when you heard a knock on the door late at night. Who could it be at this hour? You irritatingly got up and walked over to see who would be there.

It was who you were least expecting.

Boothill.

You stood there, unable to register what was happening. You had a hand on your stomach and the other was gripping the door handle. He stopped and stared at you back before beginning to speak.

“Y/n,” he said, nearly a whisper before he took a step closer to you. You didn’t step back, which was a good thing in his eyes.

“Boothill? What- how- huh?” You were absolutely speechless, unable to register the man standing in front of you. He’s dressed a lot differently then how you last saw him- he looked so western. He was western before he was pronounced dead, the accent is what got you in the first place. He’d always go to bars and all of that.

But he never looked so… out of place.

You’ve never seen the boots he had on before. You’ve never seen those pants (why do they look so slutty?) and his shirt was a whole other thing.

But the thing that intrigued you the most was that he was still standing, alive in front of you, but with a fully metal body.

“Come in and explain yourself,” you sighed, turning around and leading him into the all-too-familiar place. It still smelled the same way it used to, flowers and vanilla. He sat down on the white couch, leaning back into the same fabric he knew all that time ago.

But the difference was, he couldn’t feel it.

“How are you here? There's no way you’re real,” you shake your head, standing up and leaning into his face. You grab his chin lightly, turning his head both way before running your hands through his still silky hair. “Answer my questions.”

“Alright, shoot em.”

“When did you get me pregnant?” You ask, still looking into his now different eyes.

“Four months ago. You should be 16 weeks now.”

You nodded. “When's my birthday…?”

“M,d,y.”

You nodded. He was on it, and it’s convincing you even more that he was your Boothill.

“Lastly, why are you metal?”

“My body was destroyed. Y’ probably remember it,” he looked down at his hands before bringing them up to your cheek. You slightly flinched from the chill before nodding for him to continue his story. “I don’t remember th’ exact details, but jus’ say it was a failed mission.”

You looked at him up and down before sitting beside him.

“D’you still… love me?” He mumbled, almost soft enough that you’d miss it if you weren’t paying attention.

You took a moment of silence before responding to his question. “Of course I do. You’re my husband, Boothill.”

To that he smiled and brought you into a strong kiss. One passionate and greedy- he’s been starved of you as you have of him for the past four months. Once he broke it off, you both connected your foreheads before going back into a full blown make out session.

Your pregnancy is incredibly taxing for the cyborg to handle. Instead of flesh and blood he has metal. He can’t feel you, and to him, it’s the worst feeling in the world. He truly wishes he could turn back time to right before the night of the accident.

He wishes he was able to return home safe, so he could be there for your whole pregnancy. He basically missed the entire first trimester!

At this point, you marked 32 weeks. Your pregnancy was very noticeable and Boothill took a lot of pride in being alongside you, shedding his insecurities as soon as he left the house.

He’s always been a very clingy man. He’s always wanted your touch and attention whenever he’d get home from whatever it was he’d do for work during the day, and he’d always receive it.

But now, he needs to use his head to feel you. He’s always found lying down on your stomach in his free time, so he can feel his child. He is unable to feel kicks with any other parts of his body, so he relies on that.

“‘Hill, I need to go to the bathroom. You might need to move in a second here-” you started, but he looked up at you and began to speak over you.

“Alright, alright… but’cha better come right back, please?”

You nodded before shuffling out of the bed, motioning for him to get up and help you off of the mattress and up on your feet. Once he easily pulls you up, he flops back down as he watches you close the door connected to your room.

He thought hard in those two minutes you were gone. Very hard. To the point he thought he was going to have a breakdown.

He regretted everything. He regretted engaging in the enemy's tricks. He regretted leaving you lonely for so long. And what he regrets most is returning to you like this.

A hunk of metal, who can be destroyed as many times as possible. He’ll always be able to have his body replaced. His head and hair were the only human thing about the man.

He believes you deserve so, so much better. You deserve a man who can live his life to the fullest and actually be able to be there for you during your vulnerable times, and not let grief get in the way. You deserve someone capable of giving you more children in the future, and he believes your baby deserves a dad who can be there for him and be normal.

He might even be worried about judgment. He’s not sure. He feels so emotional yet so dull at the same time.

“Boothill? Is everything alright? You’ve been staring at the same spot on the wall for the past minute,” you said from next to him. How did he not even realize your presence?

“Hah? Yea, I’m fine. How’re ya’ feeling?” He says in his usual tone, trying to swiftly play off his thoughts not even ten seconds ago. “How’s baby doin’ in there?”

You let out a soft giggle before placing your hand on his cold knee. “We’re well. I’m concerned about what just happened with you though. Tell me, what is on your mind?”

The man sighs and shakes his head before resting it back on your belly. “Nothin’ to worry your pretty head off about.” He simply left it at that and nothing more.

When it came time for labor, he was truly nervous. Every attempt he made at trying to make physical contact with you in that time failed, because his hands were either too hard or too cold. He backed off and watched from the sidelines as you brought his little baby girl into the world.

He so desperately wanted to hold her, and you could see the urge in his eyes. She looked so much like him. She had his gorgeous silky black and white hair with your eyes. He thought she was an angel brought from heaven.

Once he finally got to hold her, he was told to keep her swaddled in the blanket she was wrapped in. All was well until she started crying due to the cold of his arms, and the baby was taken off into tests before he could even blink.

[royal-chandler]

Superhusbands and 🍰!!

Will I ever get one of these done on a Friday? Probably not. Will I ever stick to the word limit? Probably not. Thankfully, it's a three day weekend for me and the other asks in my inbox are share the same prompt and ship 😅

Thanks for hitting me up, @tinyarmedtrex! Hopefully this is to your liking! I haven't written for these two in a very long while. It was wonderful to visit with them ✨

um, canon divergent, choose your own timeline, etc. forgive any typos.

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On the last day of the week-long camp for all arts and sciences sponsored by the Maria Stark Foundation, there’s an ice cream truck parked outside of Midtown Technical High School, a gleaming bubblegum-colored mirage in the steady onslaught of June’s heat. The grade schoolers waste little time swarming the concession window, excitedly pointing to the photo collage of its menu that boasts handcrafted flavors. 

“Afternoon delight for you, Cap?” Tony offers at Steve’s side with a fantastic smirk on his mouth, creasing his eyes hidden behind the soft tint of lilac lenses.

“Who do you think you’re foolin’?” Steve smiles, fondly taking the entirety of Tony in. He’s dressed down in a Stones t-shirt, striped track pants, and high-heeled sneakers—striking with his silver and black curls worn like a corona of filigree. Having no plans beyond tinkering in his workshop and not wanting to be a distraction, Tony had only come out at Steve’s insistence, folding at the last minute. “It’s just a happy chance that you’re taking advantage of, that you can treat me to a cheap date. I’m an afterthought to these kids. I’m glad for it; this was—I’m really sorry— sweet of you. How long did you have it in the works?”

“Few days. While I was signing the certificates there was this inane ad that kept playing on the radio, some cash contest where people had to guess the answer to equally inane riddles. Anyway, it used a calliope jingle and got the cortex jiving. It was this or popping up a carnival here and I knew you would disapprove of the strain transforming the parking lot would put on the fairground workforce.”

“You chose wisely.”

“Yep.”

“Rumors must be true then. That you’re a genius. Only took around five years for you to make a case for it.”

Steve doesn’t wince at the pinch when Tony retaliates but shies away still because the touch tickles and Tony is more than familiar with the knowledge. Laughing—stop, stop, jeez, Tony—and trying not to draw attention, Steve continues to awkwardly make steps to the side as if he’s under the orders of an invisible disc jockey. 

After Steve has cried uncle and they’ve hung back long enough for all of the kids to be served, it’s their turn to be greeted by an overly chipper teen in a paper hat. Freckle-faced and armed with a false beam, the teen name-tagged Mikey rattles off small batch specials and signature flavors. 

Tony pounces on the choice of Double Espresso Yourself. 

Steve frowns, wonders aloud, “How much caffeine is in that?”

“Don’t be intimidated. You are under no legal obligation to answer that question,” Tony hurriedly informs Mikey. He then pulls out his wallet and stuffs the tip jar, requests, “Two scoops in a waffle cone. Appreciate ya, pal.”

Steve reads down the list in careful consideration and when Tony ribs him later for it, he simply shrugs. He perches on the nose of the Audi A3 and spoons out a bite of his White Mocha Irish Cream. He immediately decides he’ll be seeking out a quart of it in the very near future. “I didn’t stop you from eating yours.”

Tony scoots into the spot next to him, leaving a slim margin between their thighs. Steve soon feels the scope of Tony’s full attention. From the inside out, he cooks under the sun as Tony’s voice slants down and his tongue pokes past the lip to skim it, his hand fanned out in between them. “I’ve got sticky fingers. You wanna watch?”

Already spellbound and wanting, Steve comments, “Why do you bother asking when you know what I’m going to say?”

“Prevailing childhood issues. Desperate need for validation. The fact that I’m pretty into the way you become nothing but sincere blue eyes and profanity when I barely hint at being naughty. All that jazz,” Tony says, wiggling his fingers, teasing. 

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Steve starts. He returns a taunt of his own, purposely slow with the next drawback on his spoon and keeping the cream soft between his lips. “I wanna see it. Show me.”

Tony never needs much encouragement. Lazy and lewd, he licks a stripe up two fingers. Outside his usual routine, curiosity scrunches his face and he licks at a new drip running down his knuckles. The curiosity widens to something incredulous. “Holy shit.”

Steve chuckles. “Good?”

“Yeah but—here, taste it.”

“I am not sucking off your fingers in public, Tony.”

“Climb out of the gutter for two seconds, loverpants. I’m talking about the cone. Take a bite.”

Steve does. The espresso profile is bold and bitter, balanced with subtle notes of sugar and dark chocolate. The treat is surprisingly complex, a lingering aftertaste that’s more foreign than—

A memory fills Steve up as if it only took place yesterday: a rain-soaked morning in Prague, a centuries old repurposed hotel room for his temporary residence, and being bone-tired from numerous meetings with diplomats and excessive bureaucracy. His heart hectic while listening to the drumming on the windows and sitting at the suite’s dining table, watching Tony slip out from under his sheets. 

Shameless and wonderfully nude, Tony crossed over to him, a never-before-seen smile brightening his dark gaze in the gauzy light. He was the best looking thing that Steve ever set eyes on. Scratching at his shoulder, Tony looked pleased, maybe charmed. “You ordered up?”

Steve couldn’t help himself, grinning. “Figured you put out more than you took in yesterday.”

Tony laughed. “Don’t sell yourself short. Ooh, you got espresso, too? So last night was more than finally resolving undeniable sexual tension. You actually do like me.”

“That okay with you?” Steve asked, reaching out and curling an arm around Tony’s waist. He couldn’t stop touching him, it felt too right. The two of them felt too right. It’d tear him apart if he was alone in this. 

Tony kept him whole.

After finishing a short cup of espresso, he leaned in and spoke low, “Toothpaste is too far away. You’re gonna have to deal.” Tony kissed Steve, pressed into him like a habit, mouths fitting like they’ve been doing it forever. He pulled away and stroked his thumb along Steve’s jaw. Affection welled in Steve as he palmed Tony’s lower back and nodded at his suggestion that they, “bring this back to bed cause I’m not sitting bare-ass on that chair.”

“What are the odds, huh?” Tony is asking in the present. “I mean, it’s not exactly the same but it’s as close as it could get.”

“Must be one in a million,” Steve says. 

“Actually—,” Tony begins. 

“Tell me later. Let me have some more.”

“You have your own.”

Smiling, Steve licks opens Tony’s half-serious pout and with ice cream melting between them, spares a thought to make it two quarts on his way out. 

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the prompt post is here

*walks off stage to sabrina, of course*

[irrevocablecondition]

hey! I'm a trans guy who's about to start testosterone soon (!!!!) and i was looking up weight redistribution (i have a lot of thigh dysphoria so i'm looking forward to having that fat be somewhere else/losing it through exercise) but most resources are unclear or straight up don't make sense, so i was wondering if you could talk about how weight redistribution went for you on T (if you're comfortable with that of course) and if you have any advice in general for people that are about to start T!

thank you so much for being a safe space<3

hiya !!! so of course it differs person to person but essentially the more "feminine" aspects of your body will fade and your more "masculine" ones will accentuate !

for me it took about two months to truly notice this and the areas wereeee: boobs - i went from a DD to an A between starting T (july 2023) and now! so veryyy impressive ngl. and then also hips !! a lot more masc. shoulder have bulked out and my facial structure is more defined and i've lost weight at the bottom of my stomach? that protective bit, as my period left i lost that and it transfered elsewhere !!

this happens soooo gradually that you barely notice until one day you notice and WOAHHH - but boobs were the first thing for me, my bras started fitting differently and that was when i started to notice everything else. but its on average like 3-9 months

general advice is that T takes time ! i drove myself crazy when i started to try to notice every change.

other advice: only 1 in 5 lose periods! do NOT be discouraged if that doesn't happen! also obscure advice but i had to buy like,,, panty liner for my pits LOL. i sweat so bad for the first few months 😭 bottom growth is NOT as scary as people think, i only changed from briefs to looser boxers for the first few weeks (the first change i noticed) and that made it so much more comfortable - it's not uncomfy, it's just a but sensitive!

if you have any more specific questions, feel free to drop in whenever! i'm at the point where most changes have *happened* so i can answer anything! one thing to note is that i had very low estrogen to begin with, so my changes happened a lottt quicker than most, but i can still hopefully give some advice !!

SO HAPPY FOR YOU !!! i hope this is everything you imagined it to me, it truly made my life so worth living and i'm so glad you get to experience that too <333 inbox and dms are here if you ever need to yap <33

[zepskies]

Hello hello Alex! Hopefully by this time of day you're done with work and can relax this weekend! ☺️ Since you've been sending me so many asks lately (and I will answer the one in my inbox very shortly), I have a nerdy writer question for you! I'm stealing this from you in that I'm wondering what your favorite WIP you're working on right now is but also, how do you keep track of your WIPs? Are you more or a spreadsheet tracker or do things free for all? 💜

Hey, lovely! Yesss I'm DONE for the weekend lol. Omg what's the other ask I sent? Oh dear, now I'm forgetting.

(Oh wait, now I remember! For the tag game lol. Sorry if I inundated you with stuff. My brain is clearly only half here. 😂)

Aww you're sweet for uno-reversing me on this one! 😘 I wish I could say my favorite WIP right now is Unravel Me (Soldier Boy x POC!Reader), but honestly I'm dragging my feet on the editing/polishing process because certain aspects of it are stumping me. 🫠

And I probably should be working on the sequel to Over the Bridge, but the WIP that's most exciting me right now is working on the rest of the outline for Breaking Point! Aside from you and @waynes-multiverse giving me amazing notes, I bought The Final Twist and plan to read it soon to help me finish off this mini series, hopefully with more canon-divergent twists too!

Oh, as for how I track my WIPs, I have folders upon folders separated by fandom/character/series for my Microsoft Word docs. I back them up in Google Drive, and I color code them with the tag function. 🤓

I try to focus on drafting one WIP at a time so I don't entirely lose my brain, from outline to draft, but I could be in the editing phase of a different one that I'm getting ready to actually post, if that makes sense. Right now I have 2 WIPs I want to actively draft, which is probably why I'm inching by on both lol. 🤣

[ingravinoveritas]

Just to let everyone know, I've seen your Asks and anons that have come in to my inbox, and I'm very glad that you feel comfortable enough to ask me these questions. On the road at the moment for another conference (this time in New Orleans) and trying to get home tomorrow hopefully before the winter weather hits. But I will definitely answer your questions soon! ❤️

[brb-on-a-quest]

Day Fourteen Day Fifteen Day Sixteen

im SOOOOO SORRY that I left you guys hanging those two days! *cries* the first one I genuinely forget, and the second I was too busy to do it- and I think that this is not the first time this might happen, since the farm (oh yeah, if you're not one of my regular followers, you should know I'm a farmhand lol) is picking up steam, during my down time Im trying to do more physical rest for my body to recover. which means unfortuantely, Ive been spending less time on here in general, and that my longer posts that take more time to write have had to pause for a while.

so, I'm sorry to say but this is the last day i'll be able to do this for a while, but maybe forever. I've had so much fun with it and loved to see everybody's different answers, and how we've all connected!! but for at least a few days/weeks, I need a bit of a break lol. if anyone wants to pick up this game again, with the same list of people I've given already or different ones, you are more than welcome to! and I'm not leaving Tumblr, I'm just not going to do this particular ask game anymore.

our final question: what is something that you you want in your life, and what can you do to achieve it? what steps do you need to take to earn the life you see yourself living?

thank all of you so much! I hope to return again maybe sometime! I wish you all the best :)

Awww no worries gracie! take care of yourself first. Def appreciate all the work it must've taken to come up with good questions. I'll be sure to haunt your inbox soon with hopefully some equally thought-provoking (or not) questions.

ok, actual question: our final question: what is something that you you want in your life, and what can you do to achieve it? what steps do you need to take to earn the life you see yourself living?

To be honest, this question has haunted me for the past...well since before high school. (has it really been almost 10 years since I was a baby highschool freshman?). To be also perfectly honest, my depression and anxiety were so bad I was never convinced I would make it as far as I did... which allowed me to put off answering the question for a long while until the Hour of College Applications approached.

Well, against all previous conceptions of my future, I am still alive and about to graduate in December (literally how) and set to walk across the beautiful stage in May to get my undergrad diploma with some kind of academic honors (I forget the Latin for it). Definitely not the highest GPA, but I am relatively proud of myself considering the effort and, for lack of a better phrase, blood, sweat, and tears that have gone into this. So, steps that need to happen in order to graduate

Pass classes (Preferably with A's but I'm also in a position where hopefully my self-esteem won't die with a B or 2).

Write and Finish my thesis (shaking crying throwing up I don't have enough capacity for this even if it's only 15 pages in Spanish)

Study and hopefully pass a GRE (graduate school readiness exam I think? 'cuz I'm told it's a good idea for master's school applications I can not stress enough how much I hate standardized tests and am so anxious about this that I haven't even opened my books yet, I've just been throwing myself into thesis research instead; I 'know not all schools require this but I'm going into something that's not my major, so I feel some kind of need to prove myself).

Apply to graduate schools for counseling!

Only four things... it shouldn't be so bad.... one would think... (can I please just skip to the part where this is over why do people call college the best years of my life).

The other thing I want to work on is just being a better person and in particular a better friend. My goal is therapy, particularly pediatric therapy because it's such a neglected area where I'm from and also in general I think because there tends to be stereotypes of "oh children can't have mental health problems." but doing that means I want to develop more compassion, friendliness, and patience and gentleness and actual listening skills while being assertive...yk an environment that nurtures personal and other's growth. Which is really hard. Progress has been made but still more to go.

[charlesleclerc2003]

All I want! Jared X Reader (Jensen X Reader)

Summary: After the sudden death of your husband, his best friend helps you through the grief.

Warnings: Death of a major character, suicidal thoughts, depression.

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't written anything in a while, my life has been hectic recently, but hopefully I'll be posting more often now things have calmed down.

My Masterlist

If you ever want a request my inbox is always open. I will try and get any done as soon as possible. Always looking for more inspiration, hopefully you guys can help.

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You were sat at your desk, flicking through your emails when your phone rang. You happily picked it up since your husband usually called you after he finished filming a scene

You had met your husband, Jared after being a guest star it one of the episodes for his show Supernatural. You two had immediately hit it off and he had asked you out. You had been dating from two years even whilst you lived in the uk and he was filming in Vancouver, when he asked you to marry him.

He made it extremely romantic and not long after you found out you were pregnant with your first child. You moved out to the states to live with him. That was when you met Jensen, his best friend and co-star in Supernatural. Little did you know how much he would help you in the coming months.

After your first child was born Jared, regrettably, went back to work with Jensen. He didn't want to leave you so soon after giving birth but both you and Jensen assured him that everything would be okay, and that you had Jensen's wife Daneel to help you if you needed it.

He made sure to call you whenever he wasn't filming just to check in on you and your son, Ash. It became a habit and he calls you every day just to check in whilst he's away.

You found out you were pregnant again shortly after the boys started filming season 10. Jared was so happy, and all the crew threw him a party to celebrate.

It was that night that you got the call you were never hoping to receive. Your phone rang at 2 in the morning waking you and your sleeping toddler.

Answering it, you didn't even look at the caller ID.

You didn't recognise the voice on the other end. Then your heart dropped, "I'm afraid to say your husband has been in a road traffic collision."

"Is he okay?" You question.

There is silence on the other end before they say "I'm very sorry for your loss Mrs Padalecki."

Your phone drops from your hand and you let out a few quiet no's.

You start to shake and sob uncontrollably.

You hear footsteps coming up the stairs before Daneel rushes in, engulfing you in a hug and letting you scream and cry on her shoulder.

The sound of your toddler screaming breaks through, and you reach for him. You pull him onto your lap and cry into his long hair. He is an exact copy of Jared.

You look up at Daneel, and her heart breaks for you, "it's gonna be okay." She says giving both of you a hug.

"He's gone." You whisper, Dani, barely able to hear you.

The next few days were blurry, everything happened so quickly.

You all flew out to vancouver, Jensen met you all at the airport. As soon as he saw you he hugged you tight. You broke down again.

"It's gonna be okay." He mumbled into your hair.

Your hand immediately went to your stomach where your unborn baby girl was certainly very active.

You had the funeral back in Texas, and Jensen didn't want to leave you on your own, so they invited you to stay at theirs. You could stomach staying in your own home. Everything of his was still there.

You found you really struggled with day to day things, even seeing your son shattered your heart. He looked so much like Jared, your heart couldn't take it.

One night, it got too much. You found your self in the bathroom surrounded by pills. You didn't want to do it but your heart couldn't take it anymore.

You sent a quick text to Jensen, 'Im sorry'

A few seconds later your phone rang. You answered put it on speaker and laid it down on the floor.

"Y/N, are you there? What's with the text? Are you okay?"

You burst into tears, and you hear rustling and voices on the other end of the phone.

"It's okay stay on the phone with me, me and Dani are coming round. Where are you sweetheart?"

You manage to croak out "Bathroom, upstairs."

You hear the door unlock, all of a sudden glad they had a spare key to your room. The bathroom door opens and what Jensen sees breaks his heart.

He crouches down and pulls you into a hig whilst Dani gets rid of the pills.

He pulls away, his hands still on your shoulders, and looks you in the eyes.

"I need you to be honest with me, have you taken any?" He asks as his thumb rubs your arms softly.

You start to cry again and shake your head no.

He lets out a breath, glad you hadn't done anything.

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A few months later, you're finally doing better. It still hurts, and it always will. But Jen and Dani have done so much to make it easier for you. You've started therapy, and you're on medication for your depression. They were even there when you went into labour with your baby girl.

You decide to name your daughter Elouise Ross Padalecki after Jensen.

Years down the line you're finally in a better place and you visit his grave every week. Telling your children stories of their father. Jensen and Misha love to tell them all the goofy things he used to do on set.

[shihalyfie]

I would love Nat-chan and Daisuke analysis, the fact he used "Boku wa" in Reach for you <3 thank u

The "boku" isn't particularly unusual; things like song lyrics have somewhat different rules regarding pronouns, so you'll even see girls using "boku" in lyrics even if they wouldn't do so elsewhere. Using "ore" was fair game in Daisuke's character songs because they were lighthearted songs where "character personality" was priority, but that's also because Daisuke was showing off a little (even Taichi's character songs use "boku"). Something like the Door to Summer songs have a requirement of being a little more poetic, and using "ore" in that situation would probably have made it come off as too shallow.

Regarding the analysis, right now I'm trying to get all of the quick asks out of the way and will need to leave in-depth analysis stuff for later, so I'm afraid I can't answer this for the time being! I did get another ask about Door to Summer in my inbox, so I'll address it there when I'm able to, but I wanted to at least tackle the second half of your question while I could. Hopefully I can get to the rest of it sometime soon!

[guhamun]

@caemthe said (inbox):

[ cú, for yinlin] "I knew I would find you here!" the traveler says in a cheerful tone after spotting the puppeteer. Before he could be asked about anything, he extends an arm, showing a simple black and purple gift bag for Yinlin. "Today is your birthday, right? Getting to live another whole year in Solaris-3 is quite the achievement if you ask me, so it should be celebrated like there's no tomorrow. Dee and I picked this for you. Well, to be fair, it was Dee who took the time to try and look for the perfect gift. Hopefully, it's to your liking." It's a long hair ornament with a sharp end, the type that can be used as a weapon in a pinch, similar to the one Yinlin often uses, except that the decorative part resembles the Iris flower from the Whining Aix's Mire. ...And there's a magnet with the same shape as well, for Zapstring.

HOW IN THE WORLD did Cu always find her? No matter what guise she wore, it was as if he had some tracking device placed somewhere on her person. Of course that couldn’t be the case considering she constantly made sure this was never a possibility, but even so…it was…worrisome. No one could be that sharp-eyed. Otherwise, she would have been figured out by multiple sources a long, long time ago. ❝Cu,❞ she greeted him upon his approach, eyeing the other in a way that was difficult to discern, yet strangely observant. ❝I see once again you have somehow found me. You will have to teach me this little trick of yours.❞ Mainly so she could find ways to dodge both him and Deirdre since it seemed they had some…rather powerful senses. Well, it was fine this time, she supposed. It wasn’t as if she was wearing a disguise for once. Wait a minute…did he say he knew her birthday? How in the world did he find that out? That wasn’t information she just happened to have lying around for all to see.

     Maybe the Rover told them…?

     No matter. Knowing her birthday hardly interfered with her work. Slipping her hand into the bag, she soon pulled out what was inside, her head tilting curiously as bright eyes looked over that beautiful hair ornament. Truly it was a sight to behold…but it wasn’t this that took her full attention. Yinlin was looking at the sharp edge, a small hum of appreciation sounding within her throat. Beautiful and deadly… Deidre chose this specifically knowing that she would like it for far more than just looks. What an eerily discerning woman she was. Gently slipping it back into the bag, she pulled out the magnet as well, chuckling softly at how it matched the flower on the hair piece. That was probably for Zapstring.

     Endearing.

     ❝Thank you, Cu, Dear, for these gifts. Deirdre as well. It seems you both know me…oddly…well.❞  Primarily Deidre, at least, which in itself was somewhat alarming. Try as she might to figure out both of these former citizens of the New Federation, Yinlin was always left scratching her head at the end of the day, left with far more questions than the answers she sought. Maybe she needed to observe them both at another angle…

     She’d think about it.

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

When are you gonna post Parr 3 of the angel and the dancer?

okay so I’m finally going to answer this request because my inbox if full of them and I feel rude not answering, so hopefully everyone who’s sent a similar request can read this reply…

so basically, not to sound ominous, but part 3 will be out soon. I know what you’re thinking ‘bella you’ve been saying soon for ages, what is soon?’. But I really can’t give exact times bc I have school and studying and other commitments and not an abundance of time to spend writing. I will say I have it written for the most part, but there’s just a few readjustments and add ons I need to finalise. Idealistically I want to have it done in the next few days and I’m hoping maybe Wednesday/Thursday it’ll be out BUT if not, then by this time next week.

hope that answers your question and I do really appreciate the patience, I know it’s annoying that you guys have to wait 🤍🤍 I really am trying to get it done and hopefully it’ll be worth the wait thought and you’ll enjoy it even more <33

[algebralien-askblog]

yeah im still alive. the askblog is NOT cancelled and there are questions in the inbox i should probably get answered

ive been out of motivation for a bit and failing nearly every time i try to draw 2 or X didnt help

buuut i wont get better if i dont try so im gonna draw them anyway. have this two that i drew at 1am

as you can see, way better than the drawings in this blogs other posts

expect more posts,,, sometime. no set time or date other than hopefully soon

[trans-axolotl]

are you still answering questions about intersex things? I asked something over on the intersex-support blog but haven’t heard back yet. You’re probably just busy! But I also wanted to make sure I wasn’t fussing over something that might not happen. hope you’re well! -hypospadia maybe?? questionasker

i am still answering questions about intersex stuff, but my past month has been super busy so unfortunately there's been very little time for me to answer any lately! currently there's 127 unanswered asks in the intersex support inbox and 459 unanswered asks in this inbox, so there really just isn't any way to keep up with all of them.

i'll try to answer some questions this week and will hopefully be able to answer yours soon!

[happy-tori-friends]

If you're still doing prompts,could I ask for one from the sick fic prompts, for Flippy and Splendid,with the prompt where one of them keeps falling asleep because they're just too tired,or something like that.Thank you,love your work!

of course! prompts (as well as asking me about headcanons, asking questions to get an in character answer, or popping into the inbox to just chat) will always be open for me to do :D

funny how i finished writing this one on the third day in a row of Extremely Fucked Up Sleep Schedule and while my grandmother has been sick. (i should go to be after this)

It felt like taking care of one's sick partner was a very… ‘boyfriend’ thing to do. It was also another aspect of helping people, so it was a no-brainer that Splendid came over to Flippy's house when he found out he wasn't feeling too well.

 Of course, it was also a bit of a pain considering that Flippy was surprisingly stubborn about not wasting the day doing nothing but resting. Splendid certainly understood getting restless and worrying about productivity, and he was definitely no stranger to pushing himself at times, but he still wanted for Flippy to just rest, at least while he was there. Perhaps he was a hypocrite, but if it was for the sake of his boyfriend's health, he had to be one.

Splendid had started up a pot of soup as soon as he'd arrived and, now that it was finished, he put some in a bowl. He carefully carried it over to the dining room table, before carefully raising his voice to call out. “Flip! Soup's on the table!”

It was louder than he intended, as often happened, but not loud enough to burst anyone's eardrums, hopefully. Splendid sighed, cursing his own lack of control over his own abilities. A slight groan reached his ears, however, and he stepped out of the room to see Flippy groggily rubbing his eyes.

“Sorry, I think I was on the verge of falling asleep,” Flippy murmured, gently setting his sewing project off to the side as he got up. “You said the soup is done, right?”

Splendid nodded, motioning for Flippy to follow him into the kitchen. As the green haired man sat down and offered thanks, he smiled. “Not a problem. Careful though, it's hot.”

A small laugh turned into a series of coughs, before Flippy picked up the spoon and blew on the soup it held. Splendid watched carefully, ready to get up and get a towel should a coughing fit cause his boyfriend to spill any. He was about to ask if Flippy wanted any tea with honey, before he noticed slow, drowsy blinks turning into Flippy dozing off mid-meal.

“Oh, careful!” Splendid gasped, catching him as he slumped and stopping him from face-planting straight into hot soup.

Flippy's eyes shot open, and he let out a small breath as he regained his composure, offering Splendid a grateful look. “I… guess I started drifting off again. Sorry,” he murmured hoarsely. 

The cyan haired man chuckled at that, letting go and watching the other begin to eat again. His gaze was more watchful, knowing that it could happen again. “I think you're more tired than you realize, Flip.”

Swallowing a spoonful of soup, Flippy frowned. “I guess…” he murmured, trailing off.

“Getting enough rest will make you feel better sooner, so how about after you eat, you go to sleep for a little while? As long as there aren't any emergencies, I'll stick around and I'll come right back if there are. Just in case you need me, okay?” Placing a hand on Flippy's shoulder, Splendid gave him a gentle smile, trying to encourage him that it really was okay to do so.

A series of coughs, a sigh, and a nod later, Splendid knew that Flippy had agreed. When he had eaten all he could stomach, the green haired man stood up, a little wobbly due to dizziness. The other followed suit, letting Flippy lean on him as he led him to his bed and tucked him in.

“Sleep well,” Splendid murmured softly, brushing sweat-soaked bangs aside and placing a kiss on the other's forehead. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Before he had even left the room, he could already hear the slight purring sound that the other made when sleeping. Splendid smiled softly as he gently closed the door, making his way to the living room and sitting down. 

Mission accomplished.

[bllsbailey]

Putin Reacts To U.S.-Ukraine Ceasefire Proposal, Supports Idea But Voices Certain Concerns

Regarding the recent proposal for a 30-day ceasefire between Ukraine and Russia, Russian President Vladimir Putin stated that Russia is “for it,” but that he needs his own security assurances — in his first public comments.

As Steve Witkoff, President Donald Trump’s Middle East envoy, arrived in Moscow on Thursday to discuss the idea, Putin questioned the 30-day truce during a press briefing.

Witkoff landed in Russia after flying in from Qatar, where he was also involved in indirect talks between both Israel and Hamas, Newsweek reported.

“It seems to me, it would be very good for the Ukrainian side to reach a truce for at least 30 days. And we are for it. But there is a nuance,” Putin stated, highlighting concerns regarding the Kursk region. Kursk is a city in western Russia. “If we stop the hostilities for 30 days, what does it mean? Does it mean that everyone who is there will leave without a fight?” Putin asked. “Or the Ukrainian leadership will give them an order to lay down their arms and just surrender? How will it be? It is not clear.”

Putin said he also wanted a guarantee that Ukraine won’t regroup during a 30-day truce, and he questioned which party would decide whether the ceasefire had been broken—if it were to break for any reason.

“These are all issues that require careful investigation from both sides,” Putin said.

Putin suggested that he should speak with Trump to further discuss his concerns, noting, “But the idea itself is to end this conflict with peaceful means. We support it.”

“We believe that this ceasefire should lead to a long-term peace and eliminate the initial causes of this crisis,” Putin continued.

Washington, D.C. leaders also believe this could pave the way for a bigger peace agreement — working to eventually end the three-year-old conflict as soon as possible.

The trip is “part of our continued efforts to press Russia to agree to a ceasefire and stop its brutal war against Ukraine,” White House Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt told reporters during a press briefing on Wednesday.

Witkoff will have a closed-door meeting with Putin in the evening on Thursday. However, Trump will not be speaking with Putin on that day, according to reports.

“Hopefully they will do the right thing,” Trump said, referencing Russia, reiterating that he would like to see the Kremlin accept the 30-day truce.

Soon after, Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky boldly described Putin’s remarks as “manipulative” and “very predictable” during his speech on Thursday night.

“Putin, of course, is afraid to tell President Trump directly that he wants to continue this war, wants to kill Ukrainians. And that is why they there, in Moscow, are setting the idea of ​​silence with such preconditions that nothing will work out at all or that it will not work out for as long as possible,” Zelensky claimed. “Putin often does this — he does not say ‘no’ directly, but does so in a way that practically only delays everything and makes normal decisions impossible. We believe that all this is now another Russian manipulation.”

Zelensky’s party representative in the Ukrainian Parliament, Yehor Cherniev, also claimed that Russia is attempting to “waste time.”

“They cannot say yes, and they cannot say no. That’s why they will try to find some reasons why they cannot say yes,” Cherniev told ABC News. “And actually, I think they will even put on the table some conditions for this ceasefire, which will be unacceptable for us. And that will be their answer—to put responsibility for the ceasefire on our side.”

— Volodymyr Zelenskyy / Володимир Зеленський (@ZelenskyyUa) March 13, 2025

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