#I've been neglecting my asks!! I'm so sorry I'll get to them soon I just haven't been online much..like this whole year

[nipuni]

Once again I bring you some Eriks 😊

[stell404]

𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗦

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘

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Family jewels masterlist | back to navigation Parings: Sully family x reader, jake sully x daughter!reader Word count: 803 Notes: I hope you guys like this!! I hope this isn't too little for a prologue also sorry if it's bad, english is not my first language 😭😭 Btw the big spaces between some paragraphs indicate a scene change/time skip!! Also, this fic is inspired by @neteyamsilly's fic 'i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best' it's an amazing story so if you haven't read it yet (i'm sure everyone has seen that...if you haven't then what are you doing with your life), not the whole thing, just some parts!! Anyway I hope you all like this (lowkey scared to post this) 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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For the sky-people—and I guess for some Na'vi too—having a daughter is considered 'sad'. It is as if bringing life to a female is something to mourn rather than it being something to celebrate. Why? Perhaps they think that women are useless, just an object of reproduction, a maid, someone who is 'not fit' to lead. What a poor excuse.

This caused troubles to the life of young girls, obviously. Hence, the old sky-people theory.

There is an old theory that first-born daughters were genetically predispositioned to look, act, and think more like their father, this theory was made so that the fathers would love their daughter instead of neglecting them simply because they are female.

Jake's first-born daughter, [Name], is a perfect replica of him. You'd assume Lo'ak was his carbon copy and yeah, indeed he is, not only do they look identical but even his and Lo'ak's life were parallel to each other.

But [Name]'s thoughts, speech, gait, and other traits are very similar to those of Jake when he was a mere teenager like her. The traits that led Jake into trouble as a child—his stubbornness, lust for adventure, pride, and bravery—were also the ones that caused him to become paralyzed from the waist down.

He feared his daughter would go down the same path he did, he could not bear to watch it. He was completely overcome by terror, slowly turning to anger the second the sky-people decided to step foot in Pandora once again.

They no longer had the wonderful father-daughter connection they had when [Name] was a young child; instead, they had become like bulls that constantly butted heads whenever they had the opportunity.

[Name] didn't get why this was happening. It had been like this since they had to move to High camp; perhaps it's because of the stress, there had been this tension amongst her family, like a thick atmosphere keeping them all away from each other.

Considering what [Name] and her siblings are doing, she and her father would definitely get into yet another dispute.

It was way past the eclipse but [Name] and her siblings are still out in the forest. Crackling sounds emitted from the small bonfire they all surrounded. The leaves from trees around them rustled at the wind's subtle blow

Normally, at this time they would be home eating dinner. But tonight it's different, Neteyam agreed to his siblings dumb plan to sneak out, who would've thought?

"You know dad will skin us when we come back," Neteyam said playfully to his siblings.

"No he won't, loser!" Tuk exclaimed, causing gasps and laughter to burst from the siblings.

"Tuk who taught you that!?" Kiri laughed in shock.

"[Name] did," she said, pointing at [Name]. Her big sister simply mouthed a small "fuck you" to her causing her to giggle at her sisters childish manners.

Their night continued on with chatters and laughter. As things started to calm down, and the topic of their conversation got less and less childish, [Name] decided to share her plan to her siblings.

"You know, I've been thinking, I'll tell dad I'm gonna do my Iknimaya soon," [Name] said in a whisper, a small smile of desire decorated her face.

Lo'ak snorted, "He'll say no."

"Lo'ak," Neteyam warned his brother.

"Well I'm not asking him, I'm telling him." [Name] shot back, rolling her eyes.

"He still won't allow you." Lo'ak said in a sing-song voice, as if to tease her. This earned him a playful smack in the head by his sister. Laughter can be heard from afar as Lo'ak and [Name] continued their playful squabbling.

It was almost morning when they all decided to return back to High camp. They quietly snuck in their tent, hoping their parents are still sleeping.

As they were getting closer their mother—Neytiri—opened the tent flaps hastily, the siblings stood in shock as their mother ran to hug them.

"Where were you guys? You got me and your father so worried, are you guys okay? Are any of you hurt?" she asked, stumbling over her words.

"We are fine, Mother." Neteyam spoke, placing a hand on Neytiri's shoulder.

Jake walked up from behind them, clearing his throat to get the attention. The siblings tensed up as they saw him.

"Kiri, Tuk, get some sleep." he said, hugging his daughters. [Name] was jealous, she was his daughter too, why doesn't she get that treatment? Neytiri took her two daughters back to the tent, leaving Jake with her three other kids

Jake stared at his three kids with an angry and disappointed look on his face.  [Name] and her brothers stood straight with their hands behind their backs.

"Sir—" Neteyam started but was quickly cut off by Jake.

"[Name], Netyam, Lo'ak, come with me. We need to talk."

[suzukiblu]

Hello all, I am honestly not even sure how long it's been since I've really talked to anyone online and I'm very sorry for just straight-up ghosting so many of you, but I'm trying to work on resuming my life and reconnecting with people a bit and especially trying to start picking up all of the commitments I've let myself drop in the past year or two.

Full disclosure, I've been having a bad time mentally for quite a while and just haven't been available to anyone in my life, online or off. I'm really sorry to have stressed people out with that because I know I did worry a few of you. I'm just not all here, to be honest, and I haven't handled it well. I'm having some personal struggles and just not doing my best taking care of the resulting issues--it's not anything trauma-based/triggered, it's more along the lines of problems with in-built psychological issues stemming from chemical imbalances that I just don't always manage as effectively as I could. But I'm not physically ill and haven't been in an accident or anything like that, and I'm trying to re-engage with life now. Catching up with people I owe communication/commissions/explanations to is on my list, but I just haven't managed to make it very far into said list yet. I am, however, physically healthy and in stable housing, and if anything emergency-adjacent happens I do have local friends and non-local family members I could get help from, so I'm not in an "immediate crisis" situation.

I'm just also unemployed, out of money, and scraping by on food stamps and state-issued healthcare that doesn't cover my previous psychiatrist, and I haven't been able to find a new one in-network who's taking patients and actually, like . . . calls me back when I leave a message or email them in interest of making an appointment. I'm signed up with a program that can help me get a job, hopefully, but the process is taking a little while and I'm not sure how long it'll take in the end, so the future is very nebulous at the moment.

And like . . . VERY full disclosure, I'm just very depressed and stuck being off my meds for the forseeable future. My room is a mess I can't bring myself to clean up, I feel like I can't engage meaningfully with a lot of things, I don't feel hopeful or optimistic at all, my emotional responses are all heavily muted, my coping mechanisms are avoiding breakdowns but are not long-term helpful or productive, and I'm neglecting a lot of people and things in my life and my own best interests because I just . . . don't care.

I know my situation and my feelings are largely just because I'm going through a major depressive phase unmedicated and with limited personal resources, it's not an end of the world scenario or anything. It's just been difficult and upsetting trying to find ways and motivation to fix my life and get out of that phase when I'm already feeling sunk in a quagmire and like I did all this to myself with my own mistakes, and I'm just trying to take things one step at a time and build back up from where I'm at.

So long story short: I'm not doing great right now but I'm stable, and I greatly appreciate the concern and grace I've been given while being just entirely off radar and am going to be doing my best to make right or make up for the neglect. If anyone wants or needs to check in on anything I owe them, please feel free to message me and ask; I'll be trying to contact everyone I owe anything to but given the brain-fog I've been dealing with I don't trust myself not to miss anybody in there, so believe me, if you feel the need I will in no way be offended and you'd probably be doing me a favor anyway.

Thank you all, you've all been so good to me over the years. I'll hopefully be in touch soon. ❤

[littlepuppylee]

Update On My Life:

Hi everyone!

I know it's been a while since I've been active, a lot has been going on in my life recently, and my recently I mean the past year. Just a warning, I do talk about just like anxiety, depression, and dealing with trauma and thoughts of sewer slide.

First, I would just like to thank you guys for being patient with me and my absence. I know I don't have a large following, but I still have people on here who I would chat with occasionally. I haven't been doing well since July of 2023. To sum everything up, I had jumped from relationship to relationship, got cheated on in one, had a fwb relationship for the first time and got my heart broken, and was uhhhh not well mentally lmao. Sorry I'm avoiding trauma dumping. But hey I finally lost my virginity, so that's something.

So for me, whenever I've been in relationships, I kind of neglect my NSFW Tumblr blogs mainly because I don't want my partners finding them and either 1. finding out some kinks that I'm not ready to share, or 2. presume that I am cheating on them or being unfaithful.

I'm also in therapy and I should be starting some anti-anxiety medication that should also help with depression. Yay, Zoloft. Oh yeah! Officially diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder - not surprised since it runs in my family- and Atypical Depression - I didn't fit the entire criteria for Major Depressive Disorder since my depressive episodes aren't long enough, which also runs in my family - as well as some symptoms relating to PTSD - I don't fit the entire criteria for PTSD I think; I just remember being diagnosed with Acute Stress Disorder. I'll talk to my therapist about that for clarification.

Also, don't be like me and jump from relationship to relationship as a way to distract yourself from the negative feelings from the past one. 1. That just isn't fair to the other person if they are not aware of this, and 2. You need to give yourself time to heal. I never gave that to myself because I thought I was fine. I thought I was better, but my therapist helped me realize that no, I am not better. She had said to me that just because I feel better, that doesn't mean I am actually better, and when she asked me for my thoughts on what she had just said, I realized that I haven't been better for a while. I haven't been better for a long time, which became more obvious when I opened up to her about a traumatic event that happened when I was 12-13 and hadn't talked about in years.

I ended my most recent relationship because I realized that I was in fact not okay and not over my trauma, and the levels of anxiety and feelings of apathy from depressive episodes that I was feeling was affecting my relationship. It was a good relationship, but I probably shouldn't have been in a relationship to begin with at the time considering 1. my grandfather died and that was a bit traumatic to witness, 2. I had just gotten my heart heavily broken, and 3. uhhhh mental health got SUPER bad :] Thoughts of sewer slide, but I'm hanging in!

Alright! Let's get onto the positive stuff! Besides that, the second semester of my second year of college is going super well academically speaking. It's the end of the semester right now, finals are coming up very soon, and I have 2 B's and the rest are A's as of this moment. All I have left now are mostly papers, 2 official finals, and a presentation. I'm also an aunt now! Not too fond of kids myself, but my nephew is the exception lmao, he's pretty cool for a newborn. I've also been reading a book right now called 'Tiny Traumas' to hopefully help me identify some areas in my life that could've contributed to the way I think, act, and feel, and how to move forward. I also finally get to start working, so making some money will be nice. Putting off relationships for a while and focusing on making money and bettering myself

What have I learned? Well, I can't have sex without developing feelings - found that out the hard way, I genuinely DID go through a traumatic experience and I had been downplaying it for years because nothing physical happened, don't trust Gemini men, don't date a 23 year old at 19, DON'T TAKE HIM BACK AFTER HE CHEATS EVEN IF IT WAS ONLY EMOTIONALLY CHEATING, and I cannot do a polyamorous relationship. Scratch that, what I actually learned was that I was a unicorn lmao. At least it makes a good funny story to tell.

So I'm mostly making all of this known to hopefully help feel someone less alone, especially on the NSFW side of Tumblr, as well as to just vent a bit while avoiding trauma dumping. This is also just to help show where I've been and how I'm doing. Besides that, I should be back for good, and I hope you guys are doing well :)

[astral-athame]

((Life for me has pretty much been: Wake up at 8am. Desperately try to get more sleep until 9 (usually I doze off for, like, 2 or 3 minutes at a time and that's it). Get ready for work. Leave between 9:30 and 9:45. Work from 10-1:30-ish (it's supposed to be until 1:15 but I'm never out of there on time). Get home around 1:45. Leave for work part 2 around 2:30. That goes from at least 3-7, usually closer to 7:20 when I finally leave (sometimes stay until 8 or 9). Get home between 7:30 and 7:45. Make a quick dinner, shower, etc. Around 8:30, watch Ba.tt.le.st.ar Gal.act.ica with a couple of friends (if things work out, this couple may eventually be more than just my friends, but we'll see how that goes ^^;) until about 10:30, then chat with them for a bit after that, usually until almost 11. Bedtime routine (wash face, brush teeth, etc etc). Then stare at drafts until midnight when I realize I need to get to bed because I know I'll be up earlier than I need to be. Then the weekends have consisted a lot of babysitting, running errands, and trying to finish unpacking here and there because it's been 4 months and finding time to unpack has been a pain in the ass with everything that's constantly going on. Also, I spent 3 hours on Saturday putting together a kitchen cabinet- thankfully we have extra screwdrivers because the phillip's-head screwdriver they included was such bad quality that it was messed up and unusable less than half an hour in because the metal of it was so soft -_-

ANYWAY- Work both shifts the rest of the week (except Friday, but only because I don't have to do the second shift, still have the first). Saturday we're going out for my dad's birthday (which was actually last week, but we couldn't make things work for going out last weekend like we'd wanted to). Saturday night is also game night, as usual. Then Sunday I *should* have some free time, but I also desperately need to get some cleaning done that's being semi-neglected throughout the week. So what I'm saying is Sundays are chore days.

If things go well, I should, soon, only be working the first shift in another week or two (with the second shift just being Fridays and when absolutely needed)? Right now both my sister and I are stuck doing the second shift every night (and have been since before mid-winter break last month) because the custodial staff is down two people (one girl broke her leg and has been out since October, I think? And the other has been on temporary (paid) probation since early February while they consider whether or not to fire him and go through all the legal jargon of all of that). But they should be coming to a decision about that soon, I would hope, which would mean that if he gets to come back, then we won't be working nights unless someone calls out. And if he doesn't come back, then they should be hiring someone to fill his place so we'll just have to wait until someone snags the job (hopefully, in that case, they'll offer it to my sister first because usually they try to offer it to substitutes and she really wants it, but we'll see). They're also slowly running out of budget for substitutes, so, that's something to consider, too.

ANYWAY- TL;DR: I've basically had no writing time / personal time and that's why I've not been around. Hopefully work stuff will calm down soon because leaving the house around 9:30am and not really getting to be home until usually after 7:30pm (sometimes 8:30pm or 9:30pm) has been exhausting ^^;

I'll try to be around on Sunday (probably focus on Rogue's blog because I've been writing the fic in my head at work most nights so I have a lot of muse for her AND her blog has been sorely neglected for at least a few months now WHICH MAKES ME SO MAD AT MYSELF). If I can even get one or two asks done, then I'll consider that an accomplishment at this point!

I'm so sorry about the long absence. I'm sorry to everyone for neglecting replies. I'm sorry to everyone I was writing with and haven't had the time / social and physical energy / emotional capacity to reach back out to in a while. That's on me. I dropped the ball on that. I've never been good at ooc communication anyway, tbh. I was really hoping things would be a little bit calmer after I moved, but instead they went in exactly the opposite direction and haven't really slowed down any since November. In fact, they've just gotten more hectic over the last few months ^^;

I adore you all so much and I really do hope that I can get back to writing soon. I've been missing it (and all of you) terribly.

Take care and I'll try to be around soon <3))

[mlobsters]

supernatural s14e11 damaged goods (w. davy perez)

course i just said how sam and dean are good these days in the last recap and now dean is packing up a load of sketchy items (surely without telling him about the thing with billie), gives sam a damned hug and runs off alone to see mary. like that's not a big fat fucking red flag that he's about to do something really bad/stupid

SAM Sorry, I’m just – I’m worried, you know? Ever since we locked Michael up, Dean’s been acting strange, and he just packed up and left, and then, uh… MARY And what? SAM He hugged me. MARY That’s sweet. SAM Mom, we don’t hug. I mean, w-we do, but only if it’s literally the end of the world, you know? MARY Sam, he’ll be here soon. I’ll look after him. I’ll get to the bottom of this.

maybe you this is a sign you should hug in not world-ending situations too. but also, handy right now that you don't because it's a useful indicator of dean's mindset

SAM Yeah, alright. M-maybe it’s like you said, you know? Maybe he just needs some space, like Bobby. MARY Yeah. Well, and until we know for sure, we have to respect that.

+1 for all the good communication. between them, at least. -100 for dean

glad to see donna. dean on top tier deflection duty.

DONNA Just wondering if you’ve run out of ways to ask me how I’m doing, so as to avoid me repaying the favor. I know you were just possessed. Again. Sam. He had us all out, looking for you. And I know you got an archangel hitching a ride up there in your noggin. Also Sam. DEAN What does he got? A freakin’ newsletter?

good job, sammy

two of my biggest triggers are terminal illness and suicide and well sure acting like they're trying to go two for two this season.

MARY Awesome. You know, if you wanted to make it a full reunion, we could call Sam over. DEAN Yeah, you know, I was thinking I’d actually be a little greedy with my Mom time, if that’s cool. MARY Well, I just thought, you know, if you’re staying a few nights… DEAN I don’t want Sam here.

stressing me out.

and now some vague metalworking montage. ok. and nick who's basically lucifer 2.0 without powers now. which he does very well! but like. i'm tired

DEAN He’s soaking wet, and he’s pulling baloney and sliced cheese out of his pants. So, me being the big brother, I’m the cook. I take all that baloney, all that sliced cheese, and I put it onto a hot plate. MARY No. DEAN Yeah. MARY Oh. DEAN It stunk up that room so bad. Dad comes home, and he is so mad. He picks up everything, chucks it in the trash. Probably reminded him of you, and… Anyway, it did not taste right. It didn’t taste like this. MARY Oh. Sometimes I forget just how much I missed while I was gone and how much the two of you just… DEAN But you’re here now, right? And even though the last couple of years have been a little rough, just knowing that you’re around, that you’re alive… Mom, that’s meant everything to me. And everything to Sam.

you know i'll tuck every morsel of pre-series stories in my pocket. the double whammy of how much she missed, and how neglected they were

SAM Listen, Mom, I-I… I think I should come up. Uh, there’s some stuff missing from the bunker, and – MARY Sam, I don’t know what’s going on, but something is going on. Just give me some time. Let me talk to him, okay?

my kind of move. i think i should drive up there (already in the car halfway there)

DEAN Everybody keeps asking how I am. And how I am… is I don’t want to talk about it. Please.

well you're freaking everyone out and acting like you're about ready to drive off the cliff off throw yourself into the cage sooo

dean don't wear jeans to bed challenge (but nic, when he gets a phone call in the middle of the night and has to go wandering outside looking for mary, he doesn't have time to put on real pants)

MARY Okay, you’re right. I trapped him. We fought, and he was winning. So, I put him in an Enochian puzzle box. He’s contained.

what. is this new? or something else i've forgotten. makes me think of the niffin boxes in the magicians. new, apparently.

looks like one of john's (or bobby's, presumably) storage places

s3e3 bad day at black rock / s5e1 sympathy for the devil (both)

wiki says there was a tripwire with a shotgun in john's lockup that's featured in s3e3 and s5e1 too, like this one in wherever mary is

SAM It’s not about being dumb, Dean. It’s called compassion. Look, what happened to Nick could’ve happened to me. It almost happened to me. You change one little thing in our past, and that was me. Lucifer wearing me to the prom. And besides, since when do we give up on people? Since when do we just cut people loose? DEAN Well, maybe you need to learn, okay? ‘Cause when people are past the point of saving, maybe you need to learn to walk away.

sigh. well at least that's transparent enough sam should get the message

MARY I saw, Dean. Donna’s shed. I know what you’ve been building, planning. And we’re gonna talk about that. We are all three of us gonna talk about that. So if you don’t tell Sam… I will.

thank you, mary

DEAN Buried’s not safe enough. Plan is, pay a little hush money, charter a boat to take me out to the Pacific. Splash. SAM You and Michael, trapped together – for eternity?

so this episode is introducing an enochian puzzle box for trapping demons and a ma'lak box for trapping archangels. sure. dean's fashioned himself a topside cage. heavy sigh

SAM But there has to be another way. DEAN There’s not, okay? There – Sam you’ve tried. Cas has tried. Jack… And I love you for trying. But none of it’s gonna work. SAM We don’t know that. DEAN Yeah, we do. SAM What? DEAN Billie. SAM Billie? DEAN She paid me a little visit. She said that there’s only one way this ends right. And this is it. This, right here, this box. So, she gave up the special recipe, and all I had to do was the work. It’s fate. SAM Since when do we believe in fate? DEAN Now, Sam. Since now.

SAM So… you came out here to see Donna, to see Mom on some – some what? Some sick, secret farewell tour? You were gonna leave, and you weren’t even gonna tell me. Me. Do you realize how messed up that is, how unfair that is? DEAN I didn’t have a choice! Sam, you’re the last person I could tell, the last person I could be around, ‘cause you’re the only one that could’ve talked me out of it. And I won’t be talked out of it. I won’t. I’m doing this. Now, you can either let me do it alone… or you could help me. But I’m doing this. SAM All right.

thanks i hate everything about this. they did a good job. dean's voice even wavered, without him tearing up. but i'm never good with the suicide/noble sacrifice bullshit

(and mushy music swells at the end)

[alostlittleriverlotus]

another thing I loathe is the little "oh I'm sorry, I hope you feel better soon :(" from my parents all the time. It SOUNDS nice, but it's condescending and at times neglectful. I'll say I'm in pain, my chronic pain, I'll ask to see a doctor. The doctor will be forgotten and I'll still receive that same sentiment. It's infuriating. The fake sympathy they believe is care for me. When I haven't been a priority. Sleep problems since 10, ignored. Pain since 5, snapped at and yelled at for complaining mad being ungrateful. Knee pain worsening to where I could barely walk 3 years ago and me pleading to see a doctor, ignored.

I'm used to the neglect, but at the same time, I will never be used to it. I'm financially reliant on them. They handle making appointments cause of my disorders and how my brain shuts down with normal human interactions. I have had my pain blamed on me for being lazy, constantly asking if I'm depressed cause "I just seem more tired :(", having to hear video games and electronics being blamed for my sleeping issues, me repeating things a million times for literal years because "they forget, it happens when there's a lot to remember." (I've said this stuff for years. You blamed 10 year old me for not telling you I had sleep problems even though you knew, you witnessed it, and you said multiple times "I'm thinking about getting you in to see a doctor about it" only to never do it.)

It just hurts and it's exhausting more than anything. I want to just move out and go to live with my friend. I'm so tired of living here and being stuck. I'm so sick of the neglect and condescending tones. I get memory issues, me and everyone I know has em to some extent especially with is all being adhd, but you literally forget everything about me, everything important, everything I tell you about my health and my body. You cannot blame that on simply not remembering. And she gets so defensive when I call her out and tries to just avoid it because she can't deal with it. Living with a people pleaser of a mother is exhausting. She wants to work things out, find a solution, but won't listen if that solution means doing something outside of your comfort zone or having to understand me and my needs or accept that she has hurt me and needs to do better and be better. I know where it stems from with her too, we've talked about it before and I know my dad certainly doesn't help. Exhausting all the same.

I'm not mentioning my dad. He's...a whole other case. Far more triggering. I don't like him or to talk about him publicly because he's just a straight up aggressive bully and I hate him.

My parents are gone on a trip to get away from me right now and aside from food issues, it's amazing how I actually feel a lot better. Even with sleeping more and such, I'm able to do more things to take care of my body/the house. They really just exhaust me by being around me. Cause of the years of abuse and neglect and the fact they're so loud with 0 consideration for others and so much more.

I'm going to bed, I'm tired as fuck. My fibro flare up is passing somewhat. It's not as bad as least.

[some27-url]

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Hey lovely readers ❤

I currently have a humongous real life workload. Husband has been putting in like 70 hours a week of studying lately and it's looking like that trend in going to hold strong for like... 9 more months. 🙃 On top of that he's started doing two 12's a week doing home hospice care.

Meanwhile I am in the middle of switching jobs and taking care of the toddler and the animals and cooking all the meals and cleaning the house AND this week I finally got hubs to break and admit that I'm gonna have to do the yard work too. (Pray for me. I'm so itchy already.)

All of this is to say that I'm! Still! Writing! It's my happy place and has become a pivotal outlet for me so I'll never completely stop... but I have no earthly idea how often I'll be posting or what it'll even be.

That said, NONE of my fics have been abandoned and none of them are dead. All will continue once we've found our footing and have a good routine that doesn't neglect anyone's needs.

Again, I love you all, I appreciate my readers and I will still be here putzing around in tumblr some if y'all wanna... idk? Be friends?? Interact?? 😗 Feel free to tag me in stuff or send asks 🥰 I'll be around!

9/4/22

UPDATE 2/23/24:

Hello! Long time no read! (Or write)

I'm tossing out a little update here just to let you guys know that I'm still around, I just hadn't really felt compelled to write for the last... year.

At first, I was just waiting. I was on a journey to being officially diagnosed ADHD and starting meds for it. It was a long LONG journey and around the time I stopped writing, I was only a couple weeks away from diagnosis. Trying to write was such a struggle and I felt like being on meds was going to allow me to write more in less time because I wouldn't have to spend 80% of my "writing" time just trying to make myself focus.

I started meds about 8 months ago, and it has been a really awesome 8 months. Really. I have done so many things I hadn't been able to do before, like do my laundry and fold it and put it away. Or like sit in a restaurant and participate in a conversation without wanting to climb under the table and cry. But what I haven't wanted to do for 8 months... was write.

I thought it was because life had gotten too busy or because my son had gotten to an age where he took up more emotional bandwidth, leaving less for me to work with at the end of the day. I really really wanted to believe that it wasn't directly because of the meds.

Then, last month, I started having some health issues that have had us a bit worried about my heart. I wore a halter monitor for a week and will be discussing the results with my doctor soon. In the meantime, the provider for my adhd meds has advised me to stop the stimulants.

I want to be clear that I'm about 98% sure that whatever is happening with my heart is minor enough that we shouldn't be too worried. Stopping the meds was out of caution, and that paired with some other lifestyle changes has me having less symptoms already.

I've brought it up because I wanted y'all to know that I'm a week off of adderall and... I can't stop thinking about my stories. I'm really really feeling the push to write again and I think you'll be hearing from me soon. Soonish. Whether or not I can take my meds again in the future remains to be seen, but if I do get the green light I will be taking them differently than I was before to make room for ALL the things I want in life, not just the "productive" ones.

Hope you're all well. Sorry to have left you hanging for so long. 🥰

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Deacon/Whisper/Raider/Vaultie/Bunny Series+ : Deacon/f!SoSu

-Bunny Dear

-Earn It

-Tit for Tat

-Tune Up

Unashamed : Boone/f!Courier oneshot

Secure : Boone/f!Courier ficlet

Hands in the Sand+ : MacCready/f!sosu soulmate AU

[all fics are explicit]

[MINORS DNI]

[neglected-oversight]

I'M ALIVEEE! Also, IMPORTANT MESSAGE!

And I'm going to die soon.

Sorry to the asks that have been stewing in my ask box for like a month, I've read your asks! So no worries if you think I didn't get them! But I don't know when I'll be able to answer them. Don't worry, you won't have to wait for a year for them to be answered, just like a week or so, I hope.

Just right now, I'm taking a break from my social medias because artist block sucks balls.

Neglected Oversight is on short hiatus for the meantime!

[jinxytsl]

~Status Update on Me~

Heyo, Jinxy here. Imma reblog this to my other blog Partners In Crime as well so that everyone can see it ^^

I'm sorry for not posting that much lately (aside from PIC pages), as well as not responding to asks and comments and such... i'm not ignoring or neglecting them at all, dont worry!

I'll get around to responding to everything soon enough. I'm currently going through a tough spot mentally because of a friendship, and I'm getting weighed down by homework as well. I haven't stopped working on my comic, though ^^ PIC Chapter 2's progress is still very strong!

But working on homework and my comic at the same time limits the amount of other art I can do in between. I've been trying so hard to find time to do full digital paintings for fun, but lately I've just been focusing on the more important things. It's not great... I have a HUGE list of art I want to do for fun that I haven't been able to get around to yet.

Tumblr isn't the only place I've been inactive on. I haven't responded to dm's or comments on DeviantArt in ages, I haven't even OPENED Instagram in about 20 weeks, and my biggest regret is that I haven't been on Discord like I said I would.

I'll get there. I'll get around to each site and I'll make up for lost time. Once homework has lessened, and I'm over the thing that's been draining me mentally, I'll be back to normal :DDD

I'll be back to respond to all your comments and asks. Whenever I get one - wait, scratch that. Whenever I get even a LIKE, i get so happy. Your support means the world to me!!! Thank you, everyone :D

I'll see you all soon! <333

(Also side note, only eight days until Partners In Crime's official two year anniversary!!! November 7th, 2020 was the day I first had the idea for the comic ^^)

[rain-fluff]

Journal Eight

For the past month, my mom has been actively trying to clear out unwanted material possessions that take up space in our home. Granted, it is a nice idea as a means to get rid of clutter but it peeves me that included MY personal clutter as well. I can't say that I can condemn her efforts though, at least she's helping with clean up and would asked if I wanted to keep some things or not.

During the process, my mom stumbled across not only old dolls I used to collect (which are probably really pricey now due to them being discontinued) but also my old drawings from primary and secondary school. It was both a cringey and heart-warming experience seeing how much I've grown in terms of my art skills. I just wish that half of it wasn't so cryptic and edgy but alas that is simple apart of youth that you can never escape from. In way, I'm also quite envious of my past self for having a really strong drive for taking the time to draw that much when in comparison to now, I only wish I could have half as much of that energy. I won't get rid of these regardless because I'm someone who clings to past momentos a lot. I should really keep them away somewhere else though.

In terms of entering the second week of Ramadan, I'm glad I can actually fast this year without it being disrupted by my health complications. I couldn't fast at all last year due to me dealing with my PCOS so at least there's more progression this year. However, I still need to take some pills and lose weight; which is something I've been neglecting for a few months now. My hospital check-ups used to be every other month or so but I felt bad going just because the funds add up and I don't really want to burden my parents financially anymore than I already do. It's difficult since they're both retired so I try to make do where I can and do art commissions where I am able.

Speaking of art commissions, I wish I could give more details of a specific client but I hope they don't comission me ever again. They left a rather distasteful comment that made me regret accepting their money in the first place. I'm still grateful for my other clients who have been patient and kind to me for my work delays however. I really hope they don't request more of my work anytime soon because working on their piece definitely more of a chore than it was enjoyable (ironic how that was the exact reason why I dropped out of art school huh).

Asides from that, my new doll is finally in Malaysia! It's still at my friend's place and I'm a bit broke to deal with shipping at the moment (I'm sorry to say that is like the third entry I preface how broke I am) and I still don't quite have clothes for her yet. It's been hard to find cute clothes that aren't too expensive and my shopee cart looks like a whole catalogue for doll clothes now reaching the 100s. I definitely need to clear out my cart here and there.

Well, it's safe to say that week is tiring and I spent most of my weekend sleeping in my hermit hole. Maybe I'll have more to note in my next entry. Maybe I won't but I hope not truly.

-rain

[twobraincellkentwell]

Let The Skyfall

[A Game Called Revenge]

Part Twenty-Five

Series Masterlist Part One.

Summary: "ɴᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴏʀꜱᴇ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇᴅ."

Cornucopia climbing and wire frying.

Warnings: strictly 18+ due to the nature of content in some of the chapters. Murder and death. Mentions of sex probably.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: Firstly, I'm so sorry that I've left this so late, I've neglected tumblr icl but this has all been completed (after the last one) and I promise I'll get on publishing the prequel as soon as possible. I want to just say my usuals, I have a favourite line so if you can find it then let me know :) reblogs, shares and comments always appreciated.

By the time they get to the cornucopia the sun has begun to set. The other alliance seemed to linger on the top end of the beach, in sight but a danger if they were to leave the front line of trees. So, impatiently, they wait. Eventually, after the five of them wade around in the shallow water, they pack up the tinned food they'd received and head into the jungle, hunched over and staring at the sand. They enter the slice beside the careers, unknowingly alerting them to their location before they disappear into the depths and out of sight. When the couple have judged them to be far enough into the trees, they run across the beach and down the rocky spokes, not stopping until they reach the hidden cavern inside the metal structure, still covered head to toe in now dried blood. The cornucopia is likely the safest place for them to be for the time being, at least until they've figured out what the exact time is and what happens in each of the sections. It looks to be around eight by the position of the sun in the now pink tinged sky, and from their positions they can see one of the segments suddenly lift from complete darkness.

"The spiders are at seven o'clock." Clio notes, pointing to the edge of the arena.

"The snake pit is at eight then." Cato agrees

Clio looks up as something flashes in the corner of her eye. Another parachute is floating to the ground. So much for staying hidden, she thinks when she considers that the recognisable chime of a parachute is one of the easiest ways to find tributes as popular as they are, but it's all forgotten when Cato moves to pick it up. It's once again, trail mix, dried meat and feats but this time there is a baker's dozen of District Two bread rolls.

'I hated every second of that. Why are you at the cornucopia? Don't get any ideas.'

Cato laughs at the note as he rips it from the parachute and opens the silver canvas folds that house the bread rolls, passing one to Clio. She recognises the foodstuff immediately, bringing it up to her nose and sighing at the smell of cinnamon. Flat, cinnamon oat rolls shaped into irregularly cut quadrilaterals and covered in a white floury dusting. The perfect reminder of home. Clio savours each bite as they both quickly make their way through the serving of rolls, splitting the thirteenth between them - though if she gets the biggest half of the split she's not going to complain. My last taste of cinnamon, Clio thinks to herself as she chews on the soft middle of the freshly baked rolls, filled with the warmth of cinnamon and the tender crumbs of the oats. The woman grabs the discarded note and skims over the words before her lips curl into a smirk and she pushes herself to her feet.

Cato gives her a questioning look but copies her actions and jumps to his feet nonetheless. "What are you doing? Are we moving?"

"Enobaria has asked us why we're at the cornucopia." She shrugs, unclipping her knife holsters so she can pull them from her body and plant them in Cato's arms. "So I'm going to show her."

Ignoring his confusion, she walks around to the side of the structure and runs her hand along the metal. It's cool under her touch, and incredibly smooth too. She finds the lowest edge of the metal, raising her leg to stabilise her foot on the surface. Her hands tentatively grip the metal surface as her slow movements upwards are punctuated by the rhythmic clinks of her boots on the metal, feet finding new ledges at every increment.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Cato shouts as his face contorts in a mixture of concern and, oddly enough, admiration for her pursuit of the cornucopia.

She ignores his shouts, simply sending him a smile over her shoulder as she continues to climb the structure. A metallic echo is sent through the air as her feet slip from the smooth surface - the grip on the soles of her boots not enough to tether her to the metal - but her hands recover quickly from their falter and she pulls herself to the next ledge. She can see the flat surface at the top. Cmon I can fucking do this, she thinks to herself as she her arms begin to struggle from her weight and the lack of protein in her body. She manoeuvres her feet to swing underneath her, placing them on the slightly precarious edge that glints in the low setting sun. But as she moves her foot an inch forward there is a faint zap and she is slung backwards and into the water.

"Oh shit!" Cato cries out as he watches Clio hit the water with sudden and intense force, quickly disappearing under.

Her body arches upwards, as her head breaches the surface and she gasps for air, whining at the sharp pain that ripples down her back. Water cascades down her face, dripping red from her hair and lashes as it washes off the top layer of blood from her skin. She swims forward, fingers splayed wide as she reaches for one of the rocky strips within a few metres. Holding herself up with one arm, she uses the other to swipe at the stubborn patches of blood on her skin; the water changing from blue to red to slightly pink before losing colour as the tide moves the liquid back in the direction of the beach. She splashes at Cato's feet, causing him to slide himself into the water beside her, and mirroring her actions, turning the water red again.

Panem's anthem sounds whilst they are in the water and it leads them to pull themselves onto the island once more. The pain descending her spine causes her knees to falter momentarily as they grab at their weapons to move them into the cornucopia. The night-time Capitol ordered bulletin shows them what they already know, that no deaths have occurred today, considering the deadly outcome of the first two days; except for Ven? What the fuck? Clio thinks to herself. Ven isn't even in the arena. Why has his face been projected into the sky? Have the District Four mentors somehow managed to swap Finnick out? And why haven't Brutus and Enobaria figured out how to do this for Cato too? She notices the confusion on Cato's face momentarily before the face of the older District Four victor fades away and the abrupt ending to the anthem plunges the arena into near silence. However, they recognise that the newscast happens at about ten and they wait, watching carefully for the first signs of the next jungle trap. And with that, there is a shimmering, humming from one of the slices of the jungle - which they recognise as the vibration of the trees from the prior earthquakes they experienced the morning before - which forces them to rush back into the hidden cavern to shield themselves from the incoming wave. The wave crests the hill and comes tearing down the hill, flushing away small plants, until it hits the water of the salt lake. It boils up in a surf, spraying over the metal forks of the cornucopia and reaching the beach on the opposite side of the lake.  

Once the water has receded to a normal, manageable level they leave the cavern and Clio pulls out the knife she lodged in the cornucopia the day before, sharpening the blade on one of the sharp, slippery rocks and adding it to the holsters she re-secures around her thighs. She walks over to join Cato, who is standing a few metres into one of the spokes and staring at something in the distance. Watching this face, she nudges him to get his attention but when he simply points at something shining on the beach she follows his finger with her gaze. They simply stand in silence for a few moments, both trying to work out what the shiny object is exactly. A sponsor gift? Misguided by the wave? A weapon? Recognition washes over Clio first and she slaps Cato's arm and runs back into the stacks of weapons. She slings the nunchucks she lost earlier around her neck before picking up her long baton and thrusts Cato's sword in his hand when he joins her.

"We need to move, now." She grabs his hand and begins to tug him with her as she sprints down the spoke leading to the twelve o'clock section.

"What's the rush?" He asks her as they run. He's not arguing exactly, happy to follow her lead, just wanting to be in the loop of their fast forming plan

"It's wire." She exclaims as they reach the damp sand. "Beetee's trying to cook us like a fucking coward."

"The tree." Cato declares. "The wire has to lead us to the tree."

Clio nods as they reach the wire, deciding against cutting it yet, better to draw them in than to go running towards them. They both know that'll be splitting up after this, taking the careers out is always on the mind of the outlier districts to secure the win, and neither Katniss nor Johanna are particularly good at co-operation - not known amongst the victors for being team players. They both know they've got about an hour and half to find them as they slip quietly past the trees.

Their eyes flit towards the floor occasionally as they walk synchronously, moving deeper and deeper into the jungle. They walk slowly, following the wire that shines in the moonlight from several feet away, taking cover every couple of minutes to check their surroundings. They can hear the sound of the whirring and clashing of the giant insects in the adjacent wedge, signalling it must be gone eleven now. They're running out of time. Clio leads, holding her baton out in front of her whilst Cato's head swivels left to right continuously as he travels behind her and covers the higher ground she's unable to see. There are no more laughs or jokes or simple conversation between them as they move as stealthily as possible. The only sounds they make are their boots crunching the vines beneath them as their hearts beating rapidly at the thought that this may just be their last moments together. The golden wire is quivering and Clio nods at Cato, who quickly runs towards it and severs the coil until it goes slack with the ends fraying. 

Seconds later, Cato notices the shining of metal, alerting Clio to the axe lifted in the air to their side. Katniss cries out, laying underneath Johanna, and they can see the thick red liquid pooling around her neck.

"You bitch!" Clio shouts, running around the tree to her left and signalling for Cato to turn right; planning to corner Johanna. "She was fucking mine!"

She can vaguely hear the voices of Finnick and Peeta arguing over something, to her right as she runs full speed after the girl from Seven. She thinks nothing of their voices, most likely arguing over the sudden severance of their alliance at Johanna's hands. Peeta's likely next. He's no match for Finnick, really. She runs and runs and runs in the direction she saw Johanna heading but the woman is faster than Clio would like her to be and when she realises she's nearing the invisible wall separating them from the bugs she turns around. I'll fucking finish the bitch on fire, she thinks, taking note that the cannon was yet to boom throughout the arena and so Katniss is likely still lying on the floor in the section, covered in blood but alive. Not for long. She sprints back past the trees in the direction she came from.

Cato chases Johanna, hot on her heels as she runs, jumping over trees and seemingly running in circles. They've hardly moved, he thinks, worrying as to where Clio is and whether the others are lying in wait for her to appear, before his mind flicks back to the idea that they seem to be running in a rounded square just slightly further downhill from the lightning tree. Footsteps run towards them, both standing at some form of stalemate around a tree. They have one weapon each and neither seems to want to be the first one to throw it. Not wanting to be the first to relinquish control. A shadowy figure comes springing out the trees behind Johanna, and she immediately runs around the large tree when Cato tries to use this as a distraction. The figure, clearly weaponless and thin, stops for a second when Peeta crashes down the slope, no doubt looking for Katniss. Johanna takes a few steps back when Chaff speaks, the older man clearly mistaken in the individuals surrounding him - seeing the mess of blonde hair much dimmer in the dark.

"Peeta?" He says hoarsely, then addressing 'Finnick'. "Is it time? Have we got her? Clio?"

"No!" Johanna all but screams in warning to Chaff but it's too late.

Cato rushes him, slicing his right arm with his sword - to the bone - as it clicks against the metal of the blade. The man calls out as Cato begins to drag him up the slope by the neck. Peeta aims to follow but struggles, being held back by his prosthetic leg and Johanna's attempts to stop him. Chaff tries to swivel around in Cato's grip, thrashing violently but failing to enact any damage without a weapon.

"You want her dead?" Cato hisses, face close to Chaff's. The older man mumbles something about Clio being psychotic and a threat to their plan, before shaking his head at the poisonous glare being directed at him. "What would you have done, huh? Choke her out?"

Chaff shakes his head furiously, beginning to panic but it's no use. Cato pulls his sword back, and forces it through the middle of his back until the tip protrudes through the centre of his chest, and hot blood squirts in all directions, some of it landing on the blonde's face. "Fucking choke on that, you arsehole."

Peeta cries out as Cato pulls the sword out from Chaff's body, the older man dropping to the ground. The man from Twelve makes a lunge for Cato but the blonde man is quicker, more experienced, dodging to his right, grabbing and twisting Peeta's wrist so that the machete between his fingers clatters to the ground. He wraps his arms tight in a vice-like grip around Peeta's neck.

"Go on!" He laughs towards Johanna who has her axe raised, ready to pull back and throw. "C'mon throw it, you'll only get him. If you've already got Clio then I shouldn't be a problem for you. Go on. I'm dead anyway. I always was, right? Do it, I'd be with her."

"No..." Peeta continues to writhe in his tight grip.

"I can still do this." He says as he tightens his arm further around Peeta's neck, speaking more to himself than the others nearby. "One more kill. That's all I'm good for, huh? Bringing pride to my district. Not that it matters without her."

Clio has returned to the place where she saw Katniss laying in the soil with blood smeared all over her body, but she isn't there. She's not dead. And so she continues heading towards the lightning tree. She reaches a clearing and stands in the trees, finding Finnick and Beetee a few steps away from the giant trunk; the latter twitching beside it as Finnick stands and looks past her. Her eyes follow his and she watches as a definitely not dead Katniss stumbles back over into the clearing, clearly confused. Clio crosses her left hand over her body and pulls out her lightest knife, aiming it at the woman's head but pauses when the other girl slots an arrow into her bow and aims it. At Finnick.

Clio waits. I'll let her kill him, and then I can get rid of her.

Through the gaps in the trees she can just about see Cato down hill, watching the back of his head as he holds Peeta in a chokehold and she exhales, reassured that he's alive and knowing that he's more than capable of using Peeta's body to block Johanna's axe and then sever her spinal cord with his blade.

"Katniss get away from that tree!" Finnick shouts but when the woman doesn't falter, he tries again. "Remember who the real enemy is!"

Clio grips her knife harder, ready to throw it in the instant that Katniss turns to face her. She has to be the real enemy. Who else would it be?

In a split second, the girl on fire has wrapped the long piece of coil around the arrowhead and sends its soaring skyward.

Lightning strikes and the arena flashes white as the arrow hits the roof of the dome; the soaring electricity shooting all of the remaining tributes backwards. Clio is flung backwards, pain returning to her spine and when she - and all the other tributes hit the ground with a resounding thud, a cannon sounds.

"No!" She screams, attempting to scramble to her feet to find Cato but the severe pain that comes with standing takes her back down to her knees.

The ground starts to shake underneath her and she looks upwards at the massive honeycomb shaped chunks falling from the sky, landing barely a few metres from where she struggles on all fours. She watches as the hovercraft drops the claw through one of the gaping holes in the dome, and picks up Katniss' body, and then another comes to pick up Finnick, and then Beetee. Believing them to be dead, she manages to drag herself to her feet, ignoring the burning pain as the surrounding trees begin to ignite with bright white flames.

"Cato!" She screeches in a desperate plea.

"Cato!"

As she stumbles downhill, she trips over a tier of creeping vines, sending her crashing to the floor and the next thing she feels is metal pressed against her front as the claw lifts her into the air. "No!" She thrashes against the machinery, desperately hoping that they would realise that she is alive and that she needs to get rid of Johanna and Peeta so that she can get Cato home. Her energy is rapidly depleting as she violently kicks. As hard as she can. But it's no use as she is lifted above the alight trees, and the arena begins to blur into the bright light of the fire. Suddenly she feels the air cool instantly and sees flashes of white movement before something pinches at her right arm and the last thing she sees is metal.

[timandlucy]

hi suz! i'm sorry it's been a hot minute, it's been a little crazy on my end, and i didn't want you to think i was neglecting you! are you feeling any better? being sick is always the worst, but this time of year it definitely lingers much longer than anyone wants it to.

kdsbflkbdsglkdhas the hallmark christmas movies are basically always the same, but that's why i find them comforting. i like knowing that it's all going to turn out okay in the end lol very few stick with me, but the ones that stick definitely stick!

linstead <333333 i started watching chicago pd because i love sophia bush and totally loved linstead. i also love upsted...can you tell that i just love jay in general? lol i have...THOUGHTS about how they wrote him off but...anyway, i would definitely love to read your linstead fic 👀

pride and prejudice is just...brilliant. that feels like such a basic way to describe it, but that's what it is. jane austen was a genius. i have heard a lot about the chesapeake bay saga, and i'm glad to hear that you enjoy it! i love found family so i'll have to check it out!

i'm so excited that you'll be going to the eras tour multiple times next year! i love that journey for you! is there a certain set that you're most excited for? i can't wait to go the eras tour again next year, i'm already planning my outfit and my show is at the end of next year lol

ohhhhh romancy books! okay, uh i absolutely loved ashley poston's the dead romantics (i need to read the seven year slip). the bright falls series by ashley herring blake (deliah green doesn't care, astrid parker doesn't fail and iris kelly doesn't date) is super fun, as is the written in the stars series by alexandria bellefleur (written in the stars, hang the moon, count your lucky stars) and i always recommend emily henry for great romances. i also really like rachel lynn solomon and loved her latest, business or pleasure! i'd be happy to give more recs, just let me know what kind of books you're interested in!

awwwww i'm so glad that resonated with you 🧡 that means so much to me. oh, yes, once ss is over i'll definitely tell you what it is lol

how're things going with you? what has your week been like/what are you looking forward to? lots of love! - secret sleuth 🧡 🔎

Omg not at all! I know you have a life and all, and you're spoiling me with messages anyway, so don't worry! I am feeling better, but there's some lingering cough that I can't seem to get rid of. Soon I hope.

And yes, absolutely! You always know without fail that the main characters will end up together and there will be a happy ending. Sometimes that's exactly what you need.

Yeah that's the same reason I started watching it! And yeah I totally know what you mean, they really butchered his character. Okay, since you asked, this is the fic I'm still most proud of to this day, it's called Wish That You Were Here, and please feel no pressure to read it!

I'm so thrilled to just go, my friend and I had tickets for Lover Fest but it got cancelled because of Covid, so I am hoping nothing comes up this time! I'm super excited to scream the Cruel Summer bridge, obviously dreaming about my ideal surprise songs, but I'm really excited for the folklore and evermore sets, those are the ones we didn't really see live much and she made it so stunning. The willow in the movie is just wow (I'm speechless) and also my tears ricochet. I'm so excited to see those live. Which were your favorites the first time you went?? And don't remind me my original outfit idea fell through so now I'm not sure what I'm wearing. If push comes to shove I'll just wear my cruel summer t-shirt and jeans and do the lover heart around my eye or something haha.

Those all sound amazing and I will be checking them out! I've had emily henry on my list forever but then I saw some reviews that were like pretty negative and I have to admit in that moment that swayed me because I was pretty pressed for time at the time. But I'll have to give her a shot now that you mention it. Thank you so much for these recs!

My week was okay, I was still on sick leave till wednesday and then worked on thursday, friday and saturday. I took a nap yesterday that I only woke up from this morning. My neck hurts quite a bit, I think I strained a muscle because I'm sleeping with more pillows because of my cough. And I was working on my own ss gift, which is a little scary but mostly fun!

How about your week? Are you getting more into the festive spirit as the holidays approach?

Lots of love right back to you!

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Forging Ties - Chapter 36 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Duran had neglected to ask where Fanner was working these days but he wasn't worried.

If there was one thing every single person would know, it was where to find the person who could save their life in an emergency.

Libby ended up being the first person he came across, leaving The Spire just as he passed it.

She stopped and gave him a sunny smile, her cheeks dimpling.

"Good morning, Duran."

"Good morning," Duran said.

"I was going to be surprised that you remembered my name but then I remembered you can read my mind."

"You know, that's not actually that helpful for names. Most people don't think about their own name very often and I can't just go riffling around in your head and find whatever I want."

"Well, then I'm flattered that I was memorable, I suppose," Duran said.

"Can you point me towards where Fanner is working these days?"

"I'll walk you down myself. I was heading by that way anyway," Libby said as she started walking down the road that led from the base of The Spire towards the town.

"How was your adventure?"

"More eventful than you'd think for less than a week away," Duran said, skimming over events in his mind and trying to avoid thinking about the more salacious moments to try to give her an overview of what had happened more quickly than he possibly could have with words.

Libby smiled as she watched Duran's face.

"This world is beautiful, isn't it? I've been alive longer than anyone has a right to and there's still so much wonder and discovery. I'll have to make time to meet with your new friends. They seem like an interesting group. And Skye... Nim and I aren't close but of course I was aware of him and his story. I'm so happy he finally found what he's been searching for this whole time."

"Yeah. I thought this was just going to be a bit of fun and space to clear my head but the whole thing ended up being really important."

"But you did clear your head as well and that's also important."

"Well, it was important to me, anyway. I don't think my self esteem is that great but I have to be me for the rest of my life regardless, so I'm going to take care of myself."

"Hmm, I like that," Libby said, offering Duran another smile.

"Anyway. Here we are."

The small, single story building they'd stopped in front of looked no more notable than any other.

In the splendorous shadow of The Spire, the simple wooden structures that made up the small town seemed rather underwhelming.

There was a certain appeal to that, though a sense of homeliness.

"Thanks," Duran said.

"I'll put in a good word for you if you ever need a healer."

"Oh, I'm counting on it."

She gave Duran a wave.

"Bye."

The door creaked on its hinges as Duran pushed it open and stepped inside, startling Fanner out of Yore's arms.

They'd been standing in the middle of the room, hugging one another.

They were such a disgustingly cute couple.

Duran was happy for Fanner but he couldn't imagine wanting that for himself.

He honestly wasn't sure what the difference between a healthy relationship and co-dependency even was.

"Sorry," Duran said. "Bad time?"

"No, no," Fanner insisted as he stepped away from Yore.

"I just wasn't expecting you so soon. I know I might have made the situation sound urgent but you can take a day off to rest if you want to. We can manage for another day, I'm sure."

"I'm fine," Duran said.

"I'd rather just get stuck into things, honestly, especially since I don't even know where I live right now. That makes going home to rest a little difficult."

"Things are a little crowded at the moment," Fanner admitted.

"Well, okay. Your job is fairly relaxed, anyway. I usually have three two hour appointment slots a day with an hour break between them, though sometimes I'll have two or even three appointments in one slot if they're only small things."

Duran nodded.

"Sounds simple enough."

"We'll talk more about the system later but mostly right now all I need is someone to sit behind this desk," Fanner patted a large, solid wooden desk.

"And keep anyone who comes in from interrupting me while I'm working. Also, um, if any of the people I'm healing cause any trouble but mostly they're really nice. I just..."

Fanner shrugged.

"You never know."

"Well, I own two knives now, both stolen, so I'm well prepared."

Yore gave him a warm smile.

"I'm sure it won't come to anything like that. As Fanner said, people are mostly very nice but it's stressful for him to be left alone with strangers. Just having someone here who he trusts is what really matters."

"You can read if you want to or bring in other tasks you can do at the desk," Fanner said.

"I don't expect you to just sit there and twiddle your thumbs all day."

[its-more-than-just-a-fantasy]

While working on a little comic strip with Via and her mom (which I'd like to post as soon as I find an artist and if can't find one I'll post my ugly sketches), I've thought a little about their relationship, it's really a pity that till now it's never been shown any moment between them, I understand they want to emphasize the relationship with her dad more than anything, cause they want to point out they're closer to each other than she is or could, ever, be with her mom and while I don't doubt they have a good dad/ daughter relationship in general, I've noticed that Via has certain attitudes towards her dad sometimes. She loves him yes, but she can be extremely harsh with him when he does something wrong like the time they went to Loo Loo land, she was pretty much annoyed and angry for the entire episode, probably due to her parents fighting ofc, but she had it in particularly for her dad...and also the time they had to go and stargazing together, but he couldn't accompany her cause he was busy elsewhere, making her angry once again and in both situations we see her "run away" her dad and she does it again a third time, now

Spoilers ahead don't keep reading if you don't want to get spoilered

I don't know how many have seen already the leak of the last episode of this season, cause it's still around the internet Idk why ( dunno why the creator says nothing about it, I've never seen her asking once to remove any leaks from the her patreon page ever, even recently there was another leak, I wonder if it's all planned..sorry I'm quite suspicious when it comes to the entertaining world but whatever) and again she is extremely angry with her dad and she literally turns her back on him, and this time she doesn't return home with him. I saw many saying that Stella is most likely manipulating Via to make sure her daughter will be on her side, in proper time! But if the two of them have never had a good or any relationship at all, (may it be because Stella is a very affectless mom or for other reasons) and since she loves her dad very much why is it that Via even believe what Stella tells her? In the leak we can see that Via clearly overhears her mom telling her uncle that Stolas has phoned her and tried to communicate with Via, but Stella denied him that and lied to her daughter or simply didn't tell Via that, also I'm pretty sure she is well aware of her mom's behaviours soo I don't understand why she didn't even get mad at her mom, dunno you but if I were in her shoes and if I would have found out my mom have done something like that to me, knowing how much I care about my dad, I would have been very angry at her, but Via didn't do any of that, she just isolate herself in her room and not only, in the end she even decides to stay with her mom and uncle!! 👀 I'm convinced that There is some truth behind every lie, and probably whatever stuff Stella is telling her daughter, the rare occasions they talk at least, have forced Via to "believe"her mom, otherwise I can't explain why she decided not to return home with Stolas and forgive him again, but instead she thinks it's better to stay with Stella.

Personally

I think Via has been a little bit neglected by her parents at some point, also I don't think there's a lot of communication between the 3 of them, maybe cause the parents are too occupied to fight each other all the time and pay her no attention.

I have also this doubt on why, between her parents, the one she is always "mad" with is her dad, I still have to see Via complaining or saying anything against her mom( It could be cause they're not that close to each other ofc so she doesn't even consider her mom much)

[moecartoons]

Btw, I’m sorry I haven’t been replying to comments on my posts, Tumblr makes it annoying with tagging people and sometimes I feel like other people should see my reply (like if I’m answering a question or something) and sometimes it feels weird bc it inflates my notes on top of me reblogging my art everywhere so it gets the best chance at being seen and kjdhfdkjf. I over-complicated it in my mind and ended up replying to no one and I’m very sorry. I’m gonna figured something out or just jump back into replying to people regularly functioning tagger or not and hope for the best.