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bonus COVID convo

bit of context, this is taking place before Schlatt and Ted start recording for Chuckle Sandwich.

JSchlatt enters the Discord call with a tired smile. "Hey there, Ted."

Ted's eyebrows crinkle when he notices Schlatt's exhaustion. "Hey, Schlatt. You're lookin' more beat than usual. Everything okay?"

Schlatt sighs. "Ah, you know, it's been a rough week, my friend."

"Oh? What happened?"

Schlatt rubs his eyes. "Y/N, she caught COVID. It's been a rollercoaster, to say the least."

"Oh, man, I'm sorry to hear that. How's she doing?"

"She's been coughing like crazy, and the exhaustion… It's been tough on 'er, Ted."

"That's rough, Schlatt. You've been taking care of her, I assume?"

Schlatt nods. "Yeah, tryin' my best. Got her set up in the bedroom, been gettin' her whatever she needs."

Ted smiles empathetically. "You're a good guy, Schlatt. Just don't forget to take care of yourself too, alright?"

"Yeah, thanks, Ted. I appreciate that. Anyway, let's get this podcast rollin'. A bit of normalcy sounds pretty damn good right about now."

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Schlatt's girlfriend caught COVID

I was sick with COVID for a week or so. And it hurt a lot. Breathing felt so difficult, and I was coughing constantly. Ironically, the pain actually inspired me to write a little. Sooo, here's this thing, I guess.

(Side note, I know I said I don't like writing in Y/N-form, but I think writing like that that just makes it easier for everyone to read and indulge in. I used the name Mia for this story, but you can use whatever name you wish.)

JSchlatt had spent the day juggling a laundry list of errands, from grabbing groceries to handling some work-related tasks. As he entered their cozy house that evening, he expected to find Y/N in her usual cheerful state. However, the sight that greeted him in the bathroom stopped him in his tracks and sent a shiver of concern down his spine.

There, hunched over the toilet, was Y/N, her face pallid and her shoulders trembling. The sound of her raspy coughs echoed through the bathroom, and it was clear she was on the brink of retching. Without hesitation, JSchlatt rushed to her side, his face etched with worry.

"Y/N, what's goin' on?" he asked, his voice laden with genuine concern.

Y/N glanced up, her teary eyes locking onto his worried gaze. Her voice was strained as she replied, "I think… I think I caught COVID."

JSchlatt's heart sank at her words. He took a deep breath and gently held Y/N's hair back as she continued to cough into the toilet bowl.

"It's gonna be alright, Y/N," he whispered soothingly, his New Yorker accent carrying soft reassurance. "I'm right here with ya. We're gonna get through this. You're gonna be alright."

Once her coughing fit subsided, JSchlatt carefully helped Y/N to her feet, his arm wrapped protectively around her for support. He guided her to their bedroom, his strong presence offering comfort when Y/N's own strength seemed to falter. He tucked her into bed, fluffing the pillows and making sure she was as comfortable as possible.

Sitting at her side, JSchlatt reached for the thermometer on the nightstand, taking Y/N's temperature, just in case. The digital display showed no sign of a fever, a small relief.

"Do I have a fever?" Y/N rasped weakly, her voice barely audible. JSchlatt nodded, placing the thermometer back on the nightstand.

"No, no fever, but I'm gonna keep an eye on ya, okay?"

He remained by her side throughout the evening, offering water and comforting words. The coughing fits became less frequent, and Y/N's breathing slowly returned to a softer rhythm as exhaustion finally overcame her. JSchlatt stayed in the dimly lit room, watching over her as she slept soundly.

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Literally me.

Are you a part of Generation Fucked?

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i spent the last week learning blender so that i could make a virtual dollhouse for my OCs to live in, also so that i don't have to draw backgrounds lol

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Oh yeah, here's a few pictures that my fiance took. He also edited the colors of them a little bit, but the rest is all me!!

I finally got my elf ears!!

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I finally got my elf ears!!

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This is what my Daredevil OC, Vanessa Adams looks like btw. She's the OC (stand-in) that I use when writing all of my Daredevil fanfics.

Let me know if you guys want to know her backstory or anything, 'cause I'd love to share that too.

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My Writing Masterlist

These are all my writings that I've shared on Tumblr. Also, please bear with me. I've got a bunch of unfinished drafts and a fairly busy life, so I apologize if my uploading schedule is a little less than consistent ^^'

Marvel

Bucky Barnes coming soon eventually

Daredevil (aka Matt Murdock) Kidnapped

Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon coming soon eventually

Resident Evil

Leon S. Kennedy coming soon eventually

Misc.

JSchlatt Schlatt's girlfriend caught COVID bonus covid convo

I've also got a few over on my AO3 that you won't find here. Here's the link if any of y'all are curious. My AO3

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Kidnapped (Daredevil x OC)

Fair warning, I'm pretty self-indulgent with my fanfictions. I don't really like writing Y/N-style fanfics, which is why this one features my OC, Vanessa.

The moon cast an eerie glow over the dock boathouse, where Daredevil had tracked down the latest lead on Wilson Fisk's criminal operations. As he cautiously approached the building, a chilling sense of foreboding settled over him.

He cautiously stepped inside the dimly lit boathouse and saw Vanessa. She was unconscious and bound to a chair. His heart sank, realizing that Fisk had taken her as a pawn in his twisted game of revenge against Matt Murdock, the lawyer who had foiled his plans time and again. Panic threatened to consume him as he fought to remain composed.

"Daredevil, you've finally arrived," Fisk's voice echoed from the shadows. "Do you see what your meddling has cost you? An innocent woman's life is now in your hands."

Daredevil's jaw clenched, his fists tightening. He had to keep his emotions in check; Fisk was a master manipulator, and any sign of weakness could lead to disastrous consequences.

"I didn't come here to play games, Fisk," Daredevil replied, his voice steely. "Let her go. This is between you and me."

"Oh, but it's so much more than that," Fisk retorted, tauntingly. "You claim to be a hero, but you've doomed an innocent woman for the sake of your pointless crusade. Vanessa… lovely name, just like my late wife—what a coincidence, don't you think?"

Daredevil's heart pounded in his chest. The revelation about Vanessa's name being the same as Fisk's late wife only fueled his anger. He knew he had to focus on rescuing her, but Fisk's words stung.

Without warning, Fisk pushed the chair, with Vanessa still tied to it, into the water. Daredevil's instincts kicked in. He dove after her, the cold water enveloping them both.

"Shoot him." Fisk ordered his men as he turned to walk away.

"But… the woman…" One of his henchmen nervously asked.

Fisk paused, only turning to glare at his subordinate. He pulled out a gun and shot his man in the gut. His body crumpled to the floor.

"SHOOT HIM!" Fisk roared to his men, who opened fire at the dark water.

Panic surged through Daredevil as he worked to untie Vanessa from the chair while dodging the bullets fired by Fisk's men. The sound of gunfire reverberated all around them. With every second that passed, he could feel the urgency intensifying, knowing that Fisk's henchmen were still firing shots above them.

He finally felt the scratchiness of the rope pull loose under his fingers. With practiced precision, he swiftly freed Vanessa from the chair as it sank to the depths. He tugged Vanessa into his arms just as the gunfire stopped above the water's surface.

Daredevil knew he had to get them both out of danger quickly.

With Vanessa's unconscious body cradled against his chest, Daredevil swam to the surface. Water cascaded off his sleek red suit. He stealthily looped Vanessa's arms through a lifesaver pinned to a wood beam, keeping her afloat.

He didn't have a moment to waste. With a swift movement, he leaped out of the water, flipping through the air to land amid the henchmen with calculated precision.

His body moved with a fluidity that defied gravity. His movements were fluid and precise, a dance of acrobatics and martial arts. He struck with accuracy, disarming and incapacitating Fisk's men one by one. His heightened senses allowed him to anticipate their every move, evading bullets and disabling their weapons with ease.

He took a moment to catch his breath. His heart pounded, both from the adrenaline coursing through his veins and the fear of losing Vanessa.

He turned his attention back to Vanessa, lifting her unconscious body out of the water. He gently laid her damp body on the dock. He pressed two fingers to her neck, feeling for her pulse and listening intently to her heartbeat. It was unsteady, a reflection of the distress she had endured.

Vanessa's face was pale, and her clothes clung to her shivering body. Daredevil knew she needed warmth and medical attention.

For a moment, Daredevil knelt beside her, unsure of what to do next. He couldn't take Vanessa to a hospital; that would only put her in more danger. Instead, he made a difficult decision—to carry her across the rooftops back to her apartment. He knew it was the only place where he could keep her safe for the time being.

He scooped her into his arms again, determined to get her to safety.

He leaped from rooftop to rooftop, moving swiftly and gracefully across the city. Vanessa remained unconscious, her breathing steady but shallow. Daredevil's heart ached with worry for his friend. He knew she was strong, but he also understood the toll this ordeal had taken on her.

Arriving at Vanessa's apartment, Daredevil gently laid her on the couch. Her clothes were still damp. He knew she needed dry clothes and a warm blanket.

He quickly found a clean set of clothes for her, a pair of his own that she'd somehow stolen from his closet. He smirked as he carried his faded tee shirt and silken pajama pants into the living room.

Gently, he helped her into the dry clothes, tending to her like a guardian angel. He then wrapped her in a couple of warm blankets, carefully tucking her in.

His fingers brushed against her cheek. He fought back the urge to confess his true identity to her—to finally let her know how he felt.

But he knew he couldn't risk her safety. Not now, not like this. So, with a heavy heart, Daredevil kissed Vanessa's forehead gently. He made his way to the window, stepping one foot out onto the fire escape. He looked back at Vanessa's unconscious form wrapped in blankets.

"Stay safe, Vanessa." He whispered.

Then, he leaped from the fire escape.

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I have been attacced by @guruan sending me porn inspo this morning!!!

:ALKSDJ:AK

I love her, please send her your love guys. I'mma go write some porn now.

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I... I found something... in the related tweets underneath the one you linked... Like, WHY DOES THIS LOOK LIKE MIGUEL, I CAN'T EVEN DEALJNGKHJSBH

I have been attacced by @guruan sending me porn inspo this morning!!!

:ALKSDJ:AK

I love her, please send her your love guys. I'mma go write some porn now.

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Glasswinged butterflies are a South American species known for their transparent wings

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I actually have a half-baked Bard character that I never really came up with a proper backstory for.

I like the Runaway, but I also like the Inspired one too. Hmm....

Hey guys, my goal got funded! A new series of tables for player characters is up on my Kofi and will be posted here!

First up is ideas for a bard!

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You can't raid dungeons on an empty stomach!

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Places you should add to your little town/city in your fantasy world!!

Post offices. Wild, I know. But give me the unhinged kind. Pingeons and little postal dragons all over the place. You enter. The most disgusting smell fucking assaults your nostrils. You know what it is. Letter in hand, you go up to the counter. The postal worker is just a slightly bigger pigeon. You shed a tear.

PLAYGROUNDS!! Create the most dangerous kinds of playgrounds, the ones suburban moms would TRIP if they ever saw one. Monkey bars that are way too tall, swings that go full circle... The metal slide stays the same, it's already painful enough.

PARKS!! MAKE IT ALIVE!! Show people going on walks, reading beneath trees. C'mon most of them are already hundred years old (And are going to die after that CR 15 creature wrecks the town) anyways!! Show couples and picnics, show a family enjoying the sunday, give me someone picking flowers for their loved ones.

A bakery! Do you know how much these places are underrated? And do you know how much plot potential they have? Every good story starts with food poisoning or granny's recipe! Give me a place your players/readers are going to treat like home and, for once, it's not a tavern or a guild.

Government buildings! Give me a town hall that has a kilometric line in front of it. Give me a registry that is as old as this town. Give me police stations! Give me courtrooms! Make one of your players get arrested and now all of the party has to go through burocracy like a bunch of normal people!

(Who am I kidding? You don't need to make them get arrested. They are going to do that for you.)

Touristic attractions! Give me a full-on statue of the country's leader! Give me museums! Give me streets, ruins and whatnot that attract thousands of tourists everyday! Give me an annoying city guide that tries to get the party's attention everytime!

Magazine stands! Magazines don't exist? Newspaper stands! From the Queen's Journal to the most questionable new piece of Fox's Tailtracker, you have it all! Make your players doubt what's actually happening, sprinkle a little fake news... Or is it fake at all?

...Toy stores. OK HEAR ME OUT. Make magic toys; miniature skyships that actually fly, metal toy dragons that expel fire, little wands that make little light spells, wooden creatures that can move and make noises... Make children happy! And your players too because they will waste their money on these stuff.

Instrument store!! Make your bards happy with special instruments or just weird ones! Give me a battle in one of those that is just filled with funny noises and the worst battle soundtrack ever!!

Not exactly a place but... Cleaning carts!!! Show me people cleaning the streets, picking up the trash, cutting trees!! Make the town look clean!! Give me an old man that is really proud of his work!!!

(or ways to make your players feel even worse when the villain destroys the town later on :) )

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Man, I love looking at drawings of others' DnD characters because it makes me wish I was artistic enough to draw mine myself.

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guys Hasbro is making toys that transform from d20s to D&D monsters

guys

they're more than meets the die