sickandtideeeee
sickandtideeeee
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Your friendly neighborhood fanfic writer/physician. 24. Black.
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sickandtideeeee · 5 years ago
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sickandtideeeee · 5 years ago
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i know i’ve been gone for like idk how many months but yall
wtf just happened holy shit i’m truly sitting here shook af
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sickandtideeeee · 5 years ago
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When it comes to my reasons why I love Michael Bakari Jordan, I’m just gonna have to keep it a stack with y’all…
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sickandtideeeee · 5 years ago
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i like that we’re literally reopening the state while the hospital i work at is still adding more beds to the covid unit.
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sickandtideeeee · 5 years ago
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Writing Websites
1. a website with a list of superpowers and what they are
2. a website that generates random au ideas
3. a website that generates names, basic info and futures in a bunch of languages
4. a website that checks your grammar
5. website that lists types of execution in the states
6. a website with info on death certificates
7. a website with info on the four manners of death
8. a website with info on the black plague
9. website with information on depression
10. a website with info on the four types of suicide
11. website that lists famous quotes
12. website with different kinds of quotes
13. a website with info on food in every country
14. a website with a list of different colors
15. website with a list of medieval jobs
16. website with a list of fabrics
17. website with a list of flowers and pictures
18. website with a list of flowers and no pictures
19. website with a list of poisonous plants
20. website with a list of poisonous and non-poisonous plants
21. website with a list of things not to feed your animals
22. website with a list of poisons that can be used to kill people
23. website with info on the international date line
24. website with a list of food allergies
25. website with a list of climates
26. website with info on allergic reactions
27. website with info on fahrenheit and celsius 
28. website with info on color blindness
29. website with a list of medical equipment
30. website with a list of bugs
31. website with an alphabetic list of bugs and their scientific name
32. website with a list of eye colors
33. website (wikipedia sorry) with list of drinks
34. website with a list of religions
35. website with a list of different types of doctors and what they do
36. website (wikipedia again sorry) with a list of hair colors
37. website that generates fantasy names
38. website with a list of body language
39. website with a list of disabilities
40. website with an alphabetic list of disabilities
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sickandtideeeee · 5 years ago
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we’re losing our collective minds in twelve different ways and thats brave and sexy of us
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sickandtideeeee · 5 years ago
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“This is your daily, friendly reminder to use commas instead of periods during the dialogue of your story,” she said with a smile.
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sickandtideeeee · 5 years ago
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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Hunter X Hunter Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Illumi Zoldyck/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Illumi Zoldyck, Original Characters, Killua Zoldyck, Gon Freecs, Hisoka (Hunter X Hunter), Leorio Paladiknight, Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter) Summary:
Illumi Zoldyck has feelings for others that are very few and far between. However, a routine mission leads to a chance encounter that makes him question the value of relationships and whether or not the pain of companionship is worth it.
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sickandtideeeee · 5 years ago
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I don't have "abandoned" or "on hiatus" wips. I just put them on simmer for a bit. Eternally
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sickandtideeeee · 5 years ago
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does ANYONE watch hunter x hunter D:
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sickandtideeeee · 5 years ago
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This may be a bit self-serving, but this would be an excellent time for fanfic readers who don’t normally do so to get in the habit of leaving comments on fics.
If someone’s fic is helping you get through a tough time, tell them. Chances are, the author is going through a tough time too. Knowing that your hard work is helping someone, even if it’s years after you wrote the piece, can be a bigger bright spot in someone’s day than you might realize.
Furthermore, many authors now have more time on their hands, but like everyone else, may be battling through the mental haze of fear and uncertainty. Writing can help the writer as much as the finished product helps the reader.
A bit of positive encouragement may be just what your favorite writer needs to overcome the anxiety haze and instead rekindle their joy in telling stories, at the time when they too need it most.
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sickandtideeeee · 5 years ago
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I have a really complex relationship with religion, but here’s something positive
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sickandtideeeee · 5 years ago
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Supersizedfic Masterlist (cont.)
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This is the second masterlist because I’ve reached my limit of links on my first supersized masterlist. Bold & italicized mean smut. Enjoy loves!
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Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens
Guess What?
Times Like These
Tell Me Your Secret 2
He Gets It From Me
Baby See, Baby Do
See, What Had Happened Was
Who, Me?
So Relax
Sugar Baby 3
Poptart Man 3
Three Kings of Dreams
Deck the B-…Halls?
Do It Again
Be Quiet
You So Crazy
How that Sound?
You’re So Handsome
Sit Still
Leave Me Aloneee
Don’t Hide
Maybe They’re Right 2
Or Maybe
Send It to Mommy
But, I’m Sick..
You Thought I Wouldn’t Find Out
He’d Make You His
Ballet Baba
Ain’t That Right?
He Wasn’t Having That
Being Honest
That’s All It Took?
Then Stop Ignoring Me
Since You Can
But I Thought..
Jealous
I Won’t Tell You Again 2
Hit Me
No Reply
I’ve Always Been
You Sure?
Screams In the Night 2
No More Tummy Time
Toss 'Em
You Done Now?
Sing It Baby
Doped Up
Battle It Out
For However Long
Bath Time
Bedtime Stories
I’m Sorry
Was That So Hard?
I Owe You That
Whatchu’ Say?
Hard Headed
It Should’ve Been You
Take Our Time (2)
Baba’s Day
Whatever She Wants
Nope
Can’t Even Look At You
Not Again
Nose Wide Open
Just A Bit Longer
Come On Over To My Place
Fences & BullRiders
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T'Challa/Chadwick B.
Nice & Comfortable
Three Kings of Dreams
You May
Comfortable
Possibly
Up and Alert
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M'Baku/Winston Duke
Why?
Forever My Chieftess
It’s Time?
Three Kings of Dreams
Long Days and Longer Nights
Online Dating and Anxious Waiting
Winny
Just Friends, Hmm?
Relax & Unwind
In the Midst Of Steam
Not A Baby Anymore
You Think I Care About That?
Pastor Duke 2
Right There with You
Cracked Face Masks
Plus One
I Wouldn’t Mind
Hands of Pleasure
So Much Better
Come On Now
What You Deserve
Get To It (Gabe Wilson)
Perhaps She Did (Abraham)
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sickandtideeeee · 5 years ago
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By Bast - Chapter 21 (Erik x Reader)
A/N: This is a side note but I’m losing my shit over this COVID stuff and while work hasn’t exploded with patients yet, I keep going to work thinking today will be the day. Anyway, writing this chapter calmed me down a little bit. Please wash your hands and stay home. Enjoy!
You and Erik were now riding back down the elevator, having left Lwazi’s body behind. A sensation of unease from knowing that you had been uprooted, yet again, settled in the pit of your stomach. Nevertheless, you remained assured. This time, you intuited that you would remain with Erik for the long run. Even better, you knew this time that you were stronger with Bast’s protection within you.
“Stay right behind me, I gotta make a few stops.” Erik ordered as you left the apartment complex behind. He was holding onto your wrist just a little too tight as he brought you along, but this time his grip was more protective than domineering; as if he was afraid that if he let you go, you’d disappear. 
You walked together for about ten minutes until he led you down a couple steps into a dark alleyway. His hand lowered slowly to interlock with your fingers before he stood before two burly, mean-looking men guarding a side hall. Erik flashed a card he fished out of his back pocket, and they stepped aside while he escorted you inwards. You were struck with the noise and smells of a pleasantly crowded hookah bar lounge. The swirls of fragrant smoke, mirrors, booming Afrobeats music overhead, and the laughter and screams of way too many drunk and joyous people almost disoriented you, but Erik’s hand holding yours kept you steady as he led you further and further back into the fray.
Moments later, the two of you arrived at a room with a second set of bouncers and Erik flashed the backside of the same card he’d used to enter the lounge. 
This time, a man, who to you quite literally was the size of a mountain, sat up from his stool, crossing his arms and shaking his head.
“She,” he motioned to you, “has to go if you want to see the boss back here. You wouldn’t want her to end up staying here with us, would you?” His French was spoken in a deep, low voice and betrayed a Maghrebian accent. 
Erik smirked, as though entertained by the thought of a man actively trying to intimidate him by something as insignificant as size. He was still holding your hand, and held your hands clasped together up to imply that you were together. Your face started to flush, and suddenly you felt excessively underdressed in your yoga pants and a company T-shirt.
“Don’t worry, the boss won’t confuse her with them bitches you got in here.” He replied in English.
The Mountain raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “It’s your call, chef,” he said, still responding in French as he stood aside, eyeing you closely as you followed carefully behind Erik. 
If you had thought you were underdressed before, you were probably wearing more fabric than all the women combined in this room. Naked dancers of all shapes, shades and sizes twirled up and down poles, doing their best to entertain the sharply-dressed men playing pool, smoking cigarettes and enjoying elaborate lap teases. A couple of the men fixed their stares on you as if they were shocked to see a person with breasts not exposed for their entertainment, and were quickly redirected by the women swindling them out of their cash with their God-given assets.
You gave Erik a confused look, and while he wasn’t looking at you, you could tell by his smirk that he was amused by your reaction.
I’ll explain later, he seemed to convey through a squeeze of your hand.
“Ahhhhh, mais alors, je te retrouve finalement!” A mature-appearing and extremely well-kept, olive-skinned man exclaimed, bounding from where he was seated surrounded by the prettiest of all the women in the room to rush over to Erik, arms outstretched. You can’t have imagined the look Erik gave this man, but said mister quickly diverted paths from him to instead cup heavily jeweled hands around your face, so it must have been terrifying.
“And who might this be? A gift perhaps?” He asked, moving your head from side to side as though calculating how much you could earn in a night. This close up, you could see the man’s salt and pepper curls were slicked back with copious amounts of gel.
“Not her.” Erik said, clearing his throat, and the older man stepped back, flashing a grin with teeth so white they had to be fake. 
“This is what I got to offer.” Erik stated, clearly starting to get annoyed by the antics. In what looked like a sleight of hand, he produced a small piece of vibranium ore, the size of a walnut between his fingers.
The man appeared to visibly salivate just looking at that small piece of metal. Erik closed his fist around the piece of ore.
“Pay up.”
The club owner raised both eyebrows then let his expression settle into an even more malicious grin. 
“As you wish.” He turned his back on the two of you and clapped his hands once. As though on cue, the music seemed to lower, and a couple of the other patrons perked their heads up to see what had disrupted the mood.
“Allez-y! Bring the young monsieur his compensation. Fair’s fair.” One of his subordinates brought over a briefcase, which when opened was filled to the brim with Euros.
“Or would you prefer American money?” The man taunted. Erik smirked back. “Yeah, actually, I would.”
Another lackey brought over an identical briefcase with roughly the same volume of cold, hard, American Benjamins. Erik passed the ore with one hand and held on to the suitcase in the other, and the transfer was complete. 
“Nice doing business with y’all.” He said, loudly to the group. “Let’s bounce,” he said in a low voice to you, as he took a couple steps back to exit the room.
The moment he turned his back, you heard the crack of a gunshot and before you could think, you were acting, materializing your shield against the sudden rain of gunfire that had started the moment Erik turned to leave. 
“Damn, I must be growing sloppy.” Erik thought out loud, as the two of you ran, both hoping the shield would hold up for the time, it would take you to run out of the club inside a club. Holding the suitcase like a battering ram and with you close behind, Erik slammed into the reinforced door with all of his force. Thankfully, it gave in, and the two of you rolled outside past the guards who hadn’t yet gotten the memo to stop your exit. 
As you scrambled to your feet (turns out you weren’t as nimble as Erik), your shield faded and you narrowly missed a bullet to your head. You let out a sharp gasp in panic.
“Dammit, Nki!” Erik yelled, already several yards away. He ran back to scoop you off the ground and hoist you over his shoulder before you guys kept moving. 
“Fucking slow as shit..” he whispered under his breath. “Put that shield back up if you can.”
“I’m trying!” You exclaimed, but you couldn’t reach that level of control you had back then, especially with the screams of previously inebriated people recognizing danger and pouring out of the room in a panic. Thankfully, you eventually made it far enough that you wouldn’t need it anymore at this point, as you and Erik melded into the crowd of people. He put you down so you stood out less in the throng of people now littering the street, and the two of you ran off into the night. 
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“So that’s what you were doing in France?” 
You and Erik had finally made it to the hotel room he had been staying in, bodies and wads of cash intact. You sat on the edge of his bed while he sat on the floor, back against the foot of the mattress as he counted the bills.
“Getting paid?” He scoffed. “Yeah, of course, babygirl.”
“Does it usually end like this?”
He snorted, and looked up at you. His brownish-golden eyes twinkled as he looked at you.
“Nah, but let’s say I was off my game today... A little distracted.” He said, eyeing you up and down. You suddenly felt a warmth from your face downward, and you looked away. 
“Sike nah,” he said, with a light chuckle. You threw a pillow at him at his face.
“So you wanna play like that?” He said, his laugh even lighter. He got up, sliding the briefcase under the bed with a bare foot and hooking his arm around your neck from the side to pin you softly onto the bed, on your back.
You were gazing into each other’s eyes yet again, feeling an almost magnetic attraction in the space between you. Your breathing slowed, body tense in anticipation of what would happen next.
To your misfortune, or maybe good fortune, the sound of a phone vibrating on Erik’s person dispelled the tension and Erik shifted away from you to look at the device, running his hand through his locs and tapping his foot impatiently. 
It was Lwazi’s phone, confiscated off his corpse, and on the screen, Esihle’s phone number was flashing. A lump formed in your throat as you realized.
Erik let the phone ring in his hand four times then laid it down beside him. A notification of a missed call and then a voicemail flashed across the screen. He played the voicemail out loud.
“Brother, where are you?! And why aren’t you picking up your phone? It shouldn’t take so long to get rid of one helpless girl! … Fine…. Call me back, I’m starting to get concerned.” Esihle’s voice was high and frantic.
Your heart fell as the message ended and you slowly pulled your knees to your chest, shaking all the while.
You couldn’t trust anyone, ever, you realized. Even though you suspected that Esihle would probably be in on Lwazi’s “tasks”, a small part of you was hoping that she would not have been a part of it. You were simply put, crushed.
Erik got up wordlessly, dumped Lwazi’s phone in the nearest trash can and went to the bathroom, closing the door sharply behind him. 
The sounds of the high-pressure shower turning on was soon drowned out by a sudden deafening ringing in your ears.
When Erik finally came out, anywhere from five minutes to an hour later (you had lost track of time in your dissociation), you could see a fresh, cherry-red, bloody spot on his chest.
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girl I binged. This is fire! You are great writer, it's so vivid. It's easy to see what your writing.
Aww thank you! I’m always worried about exposition and setting the scenes so I’m very thankful for this comment :))
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