#They gave me a stress for a few days but everything’s stable now so

[warriormoustache]

Got my first shrimp goby pair last week and this is my impression of them so far.

[datsleepygirl]

Telling Law You're Pregnant

I swear, everyone on my Insta feed is posting pregnancy announcements, which gave me this idea of telling our babies that they will be expecting one of their own. Here's an official announcement though : I'm back!!

tw: mentions of pregnancy, a large amount of fluff <3

status : not proofread yet

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we're starting with my favourite doctor, obviously. Just imagine this man with a baby in his hand- 😩

"Well shit." I mentally cursed, pregnancy test in hand. With recent 'events' happening regularly at night, it was just a matter of time that Law will hit the jackpot with me. I glanced at the other 3 tests from different brands I bought just in case. Thank god we were docked during this period of time, which allowed me to slip into pharmacies without the crew noticing after using the 'grocery shopping' card on them. I put a hand on my belly, slowing rubbing it as a small sigh left me.

Am I excited? Of course.

Am I nervous, hell ya.

Me and Law are at a stage where the both of us are stable enough to have a child popping into our lives so suddenly, but how would he feel about it? Is he okay with the idea of having a child so soon? How will he react to the news of a freaking baby coming 10 months later?

I heard the door of our bedroom open for a slight moment, then being shut. I collected the pregnancy tests, shoved them into my pocket and flushed the toilet, pretending nothing had happened.

"Hey, we shouldn't be docking again until 3 months later. You got everything you need?" Law greeted me after I exited the bathroom, hanging his coat and putting his hat on the desk. "I'm good. You done with all your work for the day?" I sat on the bed, looking at him with a hint of uncertainty in my gaze. "Yeah, didn't have much to do besides from a few reports. You okay? You look stressed out." Law took a seat next to me, wrapping his arm around me while planting a kiss to my temple. "Meh, just a bit tired. Can you... lie down with me for a bit?" I requested. Law responded with a smile and shifted us to a lying position. He had one arm under his head with the other one served as my pillow. We both relaxed in each other's presence.

Now's a good time to tell him.

"Hey babe. Have you ever thought about starting a family? Ya know, having a mini you or me running around?" Law chuckled at my question. "With you, the answer is always yes. Remember when I told you that when you ran into my world, I started seeing colours? I started feeling emotions that I've haven't felt in years - love. It's such a beautiful emotion that I wish I could just bottle it up and give it to our child." My heart warmed at the sight of Law's loving smile as he stared at me. I leaned in for a small kiss as I told him to give me his hand. Confused, he complied without asking.

"I'm sure that... this little guy will be happy to hear about that." I put his hand on my belly as I looked back at him with the same loving smile he gave me a moment ago. Law's expression remained as a confused one before it turned into pure shock, causing me to giggle.

"You're...?"

"Yes babe, I'm pregnant." As soon as those words came out of my mouth I was pulled into a tight hug, from the man trembling above me.

"Are you crying?"

"Shut up..."

I laughed with a few of my tears escaping from my eyes as well. "You sure?" Law asked me without breaking the hug. "Yeah, I took like, 4 tests from different brands, just to make sure. I was still shocked. I mean, we used condoms. Not that me being pregnant is a bad thing, though." I said as I showed him the tests I took. Holding them in hand, Law got teary eyed once again. "Condoms only work about 97% of the time, but who gives a fuck about that right now?" he put the tests on the dresser beside our bed as he embraced me again. "I love you so much. Thanks for loving me despite all my flaws and me being all moody in the morning. Thinking about you walking around, carrying our child... it's insane to think that someone as amazing as you is carrying my baby with you..." I smiled as I cupped his cheeks in my hands, "If anything, I'm the lucky one. Thanks for giving me such an amazing gift. I just know that you're gonna be an amazing father. I already have a feeling that if this baby is a girl, she'll be a daddy's girl for sure." Law reached down to rub my belly, that same loving smile returning as he did so.

"If that's the case, then I guess there's gonna be one more person calling me daddy from now on. Not that I'm complaining." I hit him playfully on the arm as he shamelessly smirked as his own joke.

"I'll run some tests on you tomorrow, okay? I don't think I'm in the mood to let go of you anytime soon. I'm gonna have you scooped up in my arms the whole night." I snuggled closer, burying my face in his chest as I answered, "Sounds perfect, my baby daddy."

The soft touches on my belly never stopped. Law spoke to our little angel again as his touches lured me into a peaceful slumber.

"See you in 10 months, our little miracle."

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okay not gonna lie, I love this :)))) Here's to all you lads out there who waited patiently for new content. I have a whole series of these coming up, so please wait for a bit longer for the rest of our favourite men in line <3

and this ain't a Law fic if I don't tag the OG Law writer in my opinion @sashi-ya thanks for all the encouraging and loving words, I'm so grateful to have met you on this writing journey <3

[prolix-yuy]

I got blowjob - maybe giving patrol partner joel a blowjob because he’s super stressed out 👀

Ooooh, this was a tricky one for me! I adored TLOU, but Joel hasn't manifested for me in fic just yet. You gave me a good challenge to see what I can make of this!

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Position: Blowjob

Word Count: 1147

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, blowjob, canonical violence, angst.

Notes: This was a toughie for me, but I enjoyed playing with voice and seeing where Joel would lead me! I hope you enjoy!

The tension wafts off him like forest rot, thick and cloying. Every step is well placed, cautious, and thrumming. You can tell if a twig snaps he’ll be gone, a cartoonish plume of smoke and twin flaming treads all that’s left. After yesterday, you don’t blame him.

Ellie finally convinced him to let her patrol, a little miffed that he chose the quietest paths but grinning ear to ear nonetheless. You smiled at their departure, heading out with Jacob on your own perimeter. Jackson was quiet most days. The last infected you had in your sights was barely a body anymore, and nothing once your rifle evaporated it back to the spores it came. You expected an ecstatic retelling in the cafeteria, an exasperated Joel sat further from the ruckus. 

Instead, you returned with a few bug bites to chaos.

A sinkhole had opened up on patrol, a handful of ancient runners clawing through the loamy soil. The horses were quick, but Ellie’s got spooked and threw her. Joel made quick work of the infected, but not before one pinned her, rotted teeth snapping just inches from her face. There was still blood clinging to strands of her hair when they barreled back into town. 

The timeline from that to now was loud, obvious in its path. Shouts that reached the street. A teenager storming off. Low voices in the cafeteria. A request, easily accepted.

So today, it’s you, not her, that wanders the hills and trees around Jackson with a wound-up Joel watching every shadow. Flattering yourself imagining you’re the reason why he’s on edge, you dash away the fantasy before it takes root.

Your relationship with Joel is tenuous at best. Cordial, polite, friendlier in recent months. A handful of times, very friendly. He liked your discretion, and that you didn’t ask him to stay. You liked how easily he seemed to find ways to make you scream into your pillow. Mutually beneficial, and something that doesn’t exist in the light of day. But all you need is trust, and you did trust Joel. Surprisingly, he also seems to trust you.

“How’s Ellie?” you finally ask after an hour’s silence stretches between you. His pace doesn’t falter, but you see the muscles in his jaw tick.

“A teenager. Mad at me and everything that’s shit around her. The usual.” 

You nod, peering down a ravine to spot any movement in the underbrush. Your horse was ready to foal any day, so Callus had to shoulder both your weights on this trip. You’d taken to walking to save his back, but the turning point was soon. He nickers as you approach. 

“Must have been scary. It’s good you were with her,” you say, tightening straps to let Joel contemplate your words without attention. 

“Sometimes I forget it’s still hell out there,” he murmurs finally, boosting you into the saddle. “It’s so quiet in town, it’s easy.” Heaving himself up behind you, he settles to let you lead. “After that…it’s hard to forget again.”

You let the ride home remain in silence, the comfort of Joel’s wide bulk still wracked through with tension. He’s right to be wary, to not forget anything could shatter the world you all live in now. If you hadn’t shot down a clicker closing in on Maria you would still be out there, her offer of shelter a dream your weary body couldn’t refuse. But now, with your belly full most nights and a bed that is occasionally warmed by more than just you, it’s possible to plan a future, and let dangerous hope grow strong in your chest. 

Pulling Callus into the stables, you watch Joel go about the mindless tasks of tacking up the horses. His eyes are far away, movements sharp and jerky. Laying blankets out to dry and finishing up the stabling, you wonder how to reach out a hand to comfort a man who will barely let you look at him with fondness.

Joel is washing up at a trough, sleeves rolled over his forearms and mopping a wet cloth across his face. He’s worrying at the dirt beneath his nails, in the cracks of his hands, his lower lip gnashing between his teeth. You know that look, one that has haunted your face many a day. 

Distraction, you think. It’s all you can give him. Maybe he’ll even accept it.

“Joel,” you say quietly, coming up behind him and placing a hand on his shoulder. The stables are quiet this time of day, sun starting to color the sky tangerine. He turns to look absentmindedly but before he can react you sink to your knees, hands on his hips. You open his belt deftly, pulling down his jean zipper and tugging the fabric of his boxers just enough to let his cock spring free. A hot breath against his curls has him hardening quickly, a punched-out groan echoing through the tall ceiling. Stroking along his length, you place a kiss at the tip before sucking him into your mouth.

“Darlin’, holy hell, wait…” Joel protests, hands clamping on your shoulders, but his next words dissolve into a groan as you bob your head, lips tight on his cock. His musk is tantalizing, warring against the strong scent of hay and horse surrounding you. Circling the base with your fingers, you coax thick drops of precum onto your tongue, driving him further and further into the wet heat of your mouth. It’s the best you can do. It’s all you have to offer that he’ll accept.

“Fuck, stop, stop,” he snaps, pulling back sharply from your mouth. Your lips leave him with a pop, shiny and swollen, as you fix your eyes on his hands yanking his pants back up and cursing. 

‘I’m sorry,” you whisper, dread settling like an old friend in your stomach. You can’t even give him a moment of bliss. “I…I’m sorry, that’s was…I shouldn’t have done that, I didn’t mean to…”

Suddenly Joel’s hands are on your face, coaxing you to stand again. You fight not to meet his eyes but he holds you so long you’re forced to. In those dark depths is a war that you cannot enlist in, a battle of desire and shame and duty and self-sacrifice that you cannot even skim the surface of.

“You’re too good to be doing that to…someone like me,” he rasps quietly, the brush of his thumb more sentimental than any way he’s touched you. A glow fills your chest, bringing a hand up to cover his.

“I could do much more with someone like you,” you say, every word a battle against your own self-preservation. Joel takes his hands off you, your resignation carefully buried. He strides out of the stables, but not before pausing to say one word to you.

“Maybe.”

In your heart, you hear two words.

Maybe someday.

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

[p3sephone]

But I love you so. (Dark! Wanda Maximoff x reader)

Summary: Wanda is slowly killing you and she realized it when it was already too late. 

Warnings: HEAVY ANGST, violence, beating, fights, manipulation, toxic relationship, starving, bruises and delusional Wanda. This is a 18+ fiction and has dark themes in it, if you don’t like it or if you’re a minor DO NOT READ. 

Note: it has been a few days. I love love love heavy angst. Please let me know if you’d like something like this. 

Words: 969.

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"I'm so sorry honey, it won't happen again." she offered you a slight apologetic smile, one she usually gives. She forced it so much made it clear now that it wasn't true. Or maybe it was true but she was so messed up that there was no way to fix it. And you didn't want to be the one to solve her mess, you to take her anger when you couldn't calm her down. Wanda was constantly like being on a roller coaster, the kind without protection and where you were sure to die, but there was still that small percentage of safety. And you were holding on desperately to that percentage, but it was hard. You have been living with Wanda for years, and not by your choice. You wanted friendship at the very beginning, she saw another chance in you, one that would not fail. And as she desperately tried to act like a couple as time went by Wanda didn't notice that she was doing the exact opposite. It was the first year of living together and everything started to go wrong. She preferred something more traditional than she said, not to mention the dangers outside your home. She convinced you to live with her, and when you magically found yourself in financial trouble you accepted. Slowly you made a lot of compromises and wondered if the yourself of the past wouldn't have kicked you if she could have seen you. Or maybe she would understand and pity you. The fights became more and more frequent, it was really stressful, but it wasn't that bad. Besides, it was so sweet when she apologized to you. Everything was perfect for a few days, and then a catastrophe again. It could be a daily unexpected that you had to go out or your thought of going back to work, and immediately she fell silent and looked at you like that. That glacial gaze had started to make you anxious, automatically making you feel wrong. You saw a spark of red in her eyes and that total disappointment, as if she were asking you, "You haven't learned yet, have you?". It was so frustrating. And you hated to admit it but you started getting scared of her. You got to a point where you had to walk away, away from her, break all contact. And you tried. When she came home from some shopping she found you sitting on the sofa, inviting her to sit across from you. That day was the rise of your nightmares. You were wrong, you just had to go away, and never come back. From that day on, Wanda became angrier, always,, whatever you did was wrong: even a misplaced fork could unleash her anger, especially if she was waiting for an excuse to attack you. You had no way to defend yourself. You tried desperately many times, especially in the beginning, when the fights started to get physical. After some time you stopped trying and just tried to take as few hits as possible, but your body was suffering more and more. Fractures, daily bruises, it was all a nightmare. Wanda had spent so much time between short temper, punishment, and humiliating you that she definitely didn't see the moment of your breakdown and point of no return. You completely gave up. After about three years you had completely stopped defending yourself and what was worse for Wanda, you weren't moving a muscle. When that awful time began for you, you started trying to be perfect for her, but in her eyes you were constantly wrong. When she did something particularly serious, she directly decided to lock you up, until you promised to be better. Wanda wanted a family, she wanted a stable couple and you were making it so difficult for her. She couldn't see further until it was definitely too late. Weeks passed and Wanda realized, even during her tantrums, that you weren't trying to defend yourself. You were like a dummy, she could move you as she liked her and the only sounds she heard were moans of pain. That day she Wanda managed to stop, it was like having a stab in her heart when she finally saw you. She stopped seeing you under that red, fiery glow and she began to see you for who you had become, who she had made you become. She swallowed nervously, starting to pick you up off the floor and putting you on the sofa. She got you a cut on her arm because of the fight. "Honey, I... I'm sorry. I would never hurt you." she apologized nervously, but she didn't know what to say. Wanda never knew what to say. She had thought so many times about letting you go for your own good, but again who thought of her as good about her? No one ever. You were her love for her, she wouldn't have lost you. Yet looking at you, she wondered if it was really worth making you suffer so much. "Liar." Wanda lit up for a moment, watching your chapped lips whisper those words. They were the only words that came out of your mouth in weeks. Still, she broke her heart. "No, no it's true. I would never want to hurt you, you know my darling." it was as if her desperate tone served more to convince herself than you did. But it didn't work, not this time. You gave her a little smile, that's all. Your eyes were dull, gray and sad. So sad. Yet Wanda knew that those eyes had seen through her: you knew it was all her fault, and she knew it too. But you both knew you would stay there forever, until you died at her hand. Or yours.

[plushii-gutz]

Part 6 yes a cool chapter oOoo - I skipped ahead about a week

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Galvana's training alongside Sage had progressed quickly over the last few weeks. However, Sage's discomfort became present after the celestial had begun asking for specific abilities. They didn't care, though. She taught them anyway. That's all they really needed.

Galvana learned how to redirect the energy of life from one plant to another. They learned how to send jolts of electric blasts in cases of emergency. They learned how to climb more efficiently, run faster, jump higher - all with the help of their robotic companion and the elemental combination. Galvana was proud of themself. Sage was, too.

But she saw more than Galvana's ability to learn so quickly. She saw how much stress they seemed to be under, how strangely close they would observe her. They began to rant more often, become frustrated when they failed to master something within the span of a couple of days, displayed abilities that the wubbox had never taught them nor wanted them to learn.

Their physical appearance had begun to change, too.

Galvana's eyes had grown something fierce within them, the tiny blood vessels inside them becoming more visible as time went on. They seemed to stand taller than before - something that only Sage would be able to recognize. Their horns had begun to grow further forward, like two daggers that formed a crown, and the way they spoke gave Sage chills along her spine.

She grew anxious. She was almost scared of who Galvana was becoming within such little time. She wanted to distance herself, but the young monster made it all too clear that only Sage would ever listen to the horrible thoughts in their mind.

The two monsters had finished training not long ago, now resting in the fading sunny rays and enjoying the last few hours of daylight.

"Scaratar is leaving tomorrow," Galvana mumbled.

"So soon?" The wubbox said.

"Yeah. This castle won't be very stable once she does."

"Wha..what'cha implying?"

"She's the only sane celestial around. How could a poison monster be kinder than Earth? The second she leaves, Furnoss isn't going to stand up to any of the other idiots I have to deal with. Vhamp never leaves its fucking room, Plixie never shuts up, Torrt breaks everything he touches, Blasoom always needs to be the center of attention, Hornacle is.. He creeps me out. Something isn't right about that guy."

Sage gave a slow nod.

"Say.. uh, 'Vana?"

"What?"

"After, uh.. after tomorrow, I'm thinkin' we should take a little break."

Galvana sat taller.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean.. I think we need to sort of split up for a bit. We've been seeing each other every day nonstop! Don'cha think we need to settle down for at least a second?"

"Is there a reason?"

"Galvana, I'm tired, alright?" Sage raised her voice. "I know you enjoy spending time with me. I enjoy it, too! I've just been feelin' smothered lately. You talked about hanging out with Vhamp - why not try that out again? Sure, it's in its room all the time, but aren't you too?"

The plant wubbox held her breath after the last statement. Maybe that came across wrong. Maybe.

The electric monster rose to their feet, their expression nothing more than mild annoyance. However, deep in their eyes, it was as if a storm was brewing. Without another word, Galvana fled from the trees. Sage called out an apology but was met with no response. The truth was out. She couldn't take back the harshness that left with it. Although she wasn't happy with herself, at least now she would have a second to breathe.

The castle door swung open and spammed shut, shaking the entire first floor with its strength and causing a few heads to emerge from their rooms. At first, due to the strong shaking, Vhamp was under the impression Torrt had gotten home in a lesser mood, but upon inspection, they realized that he hadn't ever left. Torrt was in his own room, connected to the same game he and Plixie played so often, while Blasoom spectated nearby. However, the sudden noise sparked his curiosity, and it dragged him to the hallway. They actually seemed surprised to spot Galvana of all monsters to have caused such a ruckus.

Furnoss stuck his head out of the kitchen, considering giving Galvana a stern talking to over the increasingly irritable attitude, but ultimately decided not to waste his time. Torrt leaned into the microphone of his headset.

"Hey, Plix?" He said in a quiet tone. "Should we check in on 'vana or..?"

"Was that what I heard? Fuck. No - why should we?" She spat. "We've tried since we were kids to get them to speak. All they do is complain that Glaishur is alive! Sure, they lost their powers, but when will they ever need those? We hardly use ours!"

"If you ask me," Blasoom added in, "the way Strombonin talked about them is enough to tell me that they're better off without powers! He said they electrocuted him!"

"That didn't happen.. did it?"

"Torrt, why would he lie to us?"

"I dunno. I mean, I feel like we're being sorta harsh to them."

"Revive me, asshole!" Plixie yelled, changing the topic back to the game at hand.

Torrt nearly fell from his chair. After they had helped the plasma monster up, they hopped off the game, no longer interested in the play or the conversation.

He spoke with Scaratar often, and as of recent, all of her ramblings led back to Galvana and their behavior. She wasn't upset with them, nor did she blame their anger. If anything, she was more annoyed with how the rest reacted. Then again, Torrt heard of what the other side thought and believed. He couldn't pick a side, especially when both had an argument.

Now wasn't a time to ponder over puzzles that will never be solved. Maybe Furnoss needed some help.

Furnoss had been making a plentiful of meals for Scaratar to take along her journey, most of which were non-perishable. One of these treats seemed to grab Torrt's attention; a freshly baked pie! Surely Scaratar wouldn't mind if a piece was missing, right? Unfortunately, it seems Furnoss would. He was quick to smack the Earth celestial's hand away.

"Not for you!" He jokingly bickered. "But really, I wouldn't recommend eating any of this - unless you have the poison element."

"What'dya mean?"

"I didn't want the berries Scaratar grew going to waste, so I made this! However, they are extremely poisonous, and I don't want you or any of the rest to try and sneak a bite! You know we don't have Viola anymore to keep us from dying."

Torrt agreed with a small shrug. He asked if Furnoss needed any help, eyeing the many bowls of batter or dirtied baking sheets. The older monster was quick to deny.

"Are you sure? I mean, I would'a assumed you were done. There's a lot here," Torrt motioned to the table. There were mountains of baked goods, containers of meals, baskets of fresh fruit, jugs of clean water - it was enough to feed the entire castle for weeks.

"Just a few more," Furnoss insisted. "You see these baskets? I have woven them myself! Viveine had shown me how last visit. I restored those jugs on my own as well. All the fruit was foraged by hand, I churned the butter myself and went through many recipes until everything was perfect - can you believe it? I've never kept so busy!"

The earth monster fidgeted with his hands uncomfortably. That certainly seemed like a lot. They were timid with their next question.

"Furnoss?"

"Yes?"

"Do you- have you taken a break at all?"

"Now why would I do that? There's far too much to finish!"

"I mean.. like I said, there's already a lot done."

The fire celestial turned briefly to place down a new tray of dried apple slices, immediately picking up the next batch to place into the oven. It only took a quick glance to see how grayed his face was, how strange his expression was.

"Have you been sleepin' at all?" Torrt pushed on.

"A smunkin appeared in Blasoom's garden," Furnoss changed the topic. "Can you believe that? No one seems to know how it got there. I was thinking of making those smunkin-spiced cookies Glaishur likes. Maybe he and Attmoz could use a care package, too! Would you mind fetching it for me?"

"Uh.. On it, boss," the earth monster tried to joke. He was visibly saddened and a bit uncomfortable, but was happy to leave for the outdoors.

The sky was shades of blue and purple now, a smidge of pink still barely visible the distant hills and trees. Torrt walked along the right side of the castle and towards the back, glancing over to the nearby woods in admiration of the beautiful colors that seeped in between the trunks. He couldn't help but notice the broken, burnt streaks within the bark. They don't recall any kind of lighting or storming. These must be old.

Around back, the monster looked over the vast garden he had assisted in creating. The stone statues and once freshly dug earth seemed to settle into their spots at his arrival, almost greeting him as he walked past and into the greenhouse.

Torrt recalled that day with ease. He was the one who dug up the land, finding a few shiny stones as he had - which Hornacle had promptly stolen. Or 'borrowed,' as he called it. Blasoom and Scaratar had begun their spreading of saplings as Attmoz provided a cloud for shade, Torrt coming back in to cover everything up. A little rain and time brought them everything they have to this day.

Although they had many fond memories to reminisce on, he tried to pay attention to the task at hand. The door to the greenhouse swung open, and before Torrt had the chance to figure out how his shell would fit through, they found themselves tripping forward and crushing something beneath himself.

"Oh.. oh."

The sticky remains of the smunkin clung onto his chest and face, dyeing him a translucent orange. They lifted himself from the ground, looking over the mess they had made.

"This.. probably ain't good anymore."

Having failed such a simple task filled the monster with embarrassment, even more so as he realized there was no way to start over. Furnoss would understand it was an accident. Hopefully. Torrt moved the mess outside into the grass, unsure as to where else he could lead it, and slowly hobbled back into the castle with a new, messier look.

He was a little surprised to see Vhamp standing at Galvana's bedroom door, debating whether or not it should knock. It was odd to see the mechanical monster with any expression other than mild annoyance, even more so for it to seem worried. Whatever Vhamp intended to do, he ultimately went against it, returning to his own room.

As if the situation wasn't awkward enough, Torrt walked into the kitchen to find Furnoss being comforted by Scaratar, the fire monster visibly in silent tears.

"You're exhausted," Scaratar spoke softly. "I know you're trying to keep busy, but this isn't healthy. You need to rest."

"I know," the firey monster admitted, "but I just.. I worry for you."

"Furnoss, I feel like there's more to this than just worry. I don't say this with ill intent, but you didn't react this way with Syncopite, even less so Attmoz and Glaishur.. is something else on your mind?"

Torrt kept himself hidden from view, knowing that this conversation was certainly not for their ears to hear. Furnoss lowered his head.

"Why is everyone leaving?"

Of all the questions Scaratar had prepared herself for, this was certainly not one of them. Her antenna twitched at his breaking voice, and she hoped deeply that her collected tone would have some sort of shift on the air around them.

"The same reason any other monster leaves their home. There's a whole world out there for us to see. Sure, it has many risks, but we have this opportunity to experience what we never thought we would."

"It's so.. odd," the fire monster perked up. "I know none of you have any memories of Starhenge, but even there, we were never apart. Not once in my life did I vision myself without you and the other celestials around me."

"I understand it's a lot. I don't want to sound mean, but I noticed a.. progression. In how you reacted to each of us leaving. I wish I could tell you more, but what I have said is true. It will be incredibly hard to cope with, but.. I know you'll be ok."

"You're leaving tomorrow. The Colossals know how I will respond."

"Then do it with bravery."

The two rise from the kitchen at Scaratar's order, taking Furnoss to the hallway, and soon the room so he can finally get the rest he needs. Torrt quickly moved out of the way to ensure he was never seen. Maybe it would be best if he cleaned himself up and never spoke of the destroyed smunkin.

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Morning came sooner than any monster had anticipated. Humbug, accompanied by Ghazt, had arrived at the castles door mere minutes after breakfast had been finished. Outside, the two Ethereals helped carry the extra meals Furnoss had made the days previous, Scaratar able to drag her luggage along with ease. There wasn't a lot to pack, apart from the many gifts she was given for her journey.

She was dressed with a long sun hat, a brilliantly decorated dress hiding her insectoid appearance from any wandering monsters' eyes. Although she was told she would be heading directly to an apartment, the poison monster knew for a fact she would wander the streets for a little while after. Even if she did encounter trouble, it was nothing she couldn't handle.

The rest of the household stood outside, the same way they had with Syncopite and the couple. Something about Scaratar's departure seemed to strike more than just sorrow within their minds. Being in the middle, she was the link that held everyone together in terms of understanding. She brought confidence to the castle - something that a handful of the Celestials had lacked. She would be deeply missed for sure, but promised to give them an update on every adventure she went on - the same way Syncopite had promised.

Surprisingly, it was Galvana who stood outside first. They had been outside during breakfast as well, bitterly watching the Ethereal monsters arrive. Neither seemed bothered by the supernatural monsters appearance at first, but the longer their eyes dug into them, the more they wished for Scaratar to hurry. Of course, she did.

Each Celestial took a turn, saying their farewells. Furnoss held the side of his head, unsure of what he could say in this moment.

"Be careful," he finally said. "Be careful."

And she would. Scaratar made sure each got a hug, words of support, perhaps share an occasional joke or reminisce on their past. As usual, she left Torrt in charge. He wasn't surprised, but amused nonetheless.

Finally, Galvana's turn. The poison monster leaned in for a hug, only to be tackled by her young friend. They held on tightly, a clear desperation in their strength and a painful sadness in their voice.

"Please don't go," they begged.

"I'm sorry," she said in return. "I'll be back for you - I promise. You just have to wait."

Moments passed before the two were released from one another. Scaratar had never seen Galvana as pained as they appeared in this moment, even after everything that had.. happened. She was hesitant to leave now, but she knew it wouldn't be smart to wait too long. The streets would become active very soon.

With Ghazt opening one of their many interdimensional portals and Humbugs excited nature, the final farewell had been made. Scaratar left to explore the grand city, leaving everyone else behind.

"Well.. this sucks," Plixie huffed, putting her hands in the pocket of an old hoodie handed down to her from Glaishur.

"If I ever leave, one of you is coming with me!" Blasoom stamped one of her talons into the grass.

"I could," Hornacle offered. "How does Water Island sound?"

"No one is going anywhere," Furnoss cut the conversation short. He motioned to the castle. It was time to return to normal life. As normal as it could be.

Galvana left for inside, intending to return to their room. They made a quick stop by the kitchen, though, to grab something to snack on while they continued working on the project that had started with Vhamp's help all that time ago. Unfortunately, it was a solo project now. It had to be.

The electric monsters eye was caught by one remaining dish that Scaratar had left behind: a pie.

[avelera]

Hello! First of all, I'm loving your writing, thank you for sharing it with us 😊 I think I saw that you had participated in an Odyssey writing workshop in the past? I applied for an upcoming workshop- I'm a published poet but have had a hard time finishing a novel/fiction in general. Is it a program you'd recommend for someone looking to switch genres? Thank you!

Hey there Anon!

It's hard to answer your question directly without a deeper knowledge of your specific goals.

HOWEVER, if I may wax poetic for a second, the Odyssey Writing Workshop is where you go, in my opinion, when you want to achieve 10 years of genre fiction writing development in 6 weeks. If I had to say when one should attend it, I'd say it's a pretty advanced course, one I'd recommend to writers like fanfic writers (speaking from my own context) who have finished at least one (1) longfic and who feel their desire to go pro or at least take a serious swing at it is stable and strong enough that advanced workshopping will not discourage them. For me, knowing that I had a few dozen fics under my belt and one popular, complete longfic gave me the confidence to both attend the course and to not be daunted or discouraged by the possibility of tough-but-useful critique, because I sincerely wanted to get better and take a real stab at going pro on some level (even if it's not a full time job, for example).

If you're not a fanfic writer, I'd say the equivalent would be, say, you've completed one novel draft and/or about 10 short stories and have undergone enough critique that receiving a bad critique or one that tells you what you don't want to hear (even if it's true) no longer rocks you enough that you'll consider giving up on writing. This requires self-knowledge and perseverance that--I cannot stress this enough--no one can really know when you've achieved except you.

Now, I was also a creative writing major in college at a top 20-ish liberal arts school in the US and I cannot stress this enough the experience was such utter garbage and I would never do it again nor would I recommend it to anyone. I have an entire rant around the way creative writing is taught in colleges and universities in the US. I can't speak to all experiences but short version, if you see a class that is 1) no practical craft lessons and 2) nothing but amateurs workshopping other amateurs, RUN FOR THE HILLS. The format (originating at the University of Illinois) is literally so bad that I buy into the conspiracy theory that it was deliberately crafted to discourage writers as part of the "War on Communism". But that's a discussion for another day.

Because creative writing is taught so poorly in the US, I was on the lookout, for literal years to find a place where I could actually learn writing craft/technique and not just workshop with other amateurs forever. Particularly I wanted to learn to write sci-fi/fantasy/historical fiction (aka, genre fiction), which is nearly impossible in the US university system.

I have taken other workshops and courses besides Odyssey, including at the NYC New School for science fiction writing and another very well regarded one called Viable Paradise, which I also recommend as a very fun time and a shorter time commitment. However, Odyssey was everything I was looking for as far as nose-to-the-grindstone, bootcamp style craft. How to create a plot if you're bad at plot. How to worldbuild. How to create suspense. How to write a story an editor or agent isn't going to immediately toss in the Reject bin. Nowhere else has even come close to how much I learned there. I suspect not even the Clarion Workshops, which are even more famous, would be as useful based on my comparison of their curricula.

Will it help you transition from poetry to genre fiction? I'm not really sure. Will it teach you how to write genre fiction if you're already a passionate amateur/intermediate skilled writer hoping to become advanced? Yes, it is literally better than any other program I've ever encountered and that is after a great deal of thorough searching.

[ill-be-istj-if-no-one-else-is]

Hi Em, I was wondering if you can help me figure out my mbti please. First of all I want to say I'm glad you're still around here bc I left for a couple of years and now can barely find active typology blogs. A few years ago I was very chaotic and unhealthy and you told me to come back to typology when I had more life experiences and my brain was fully developed so now that i'm 25 years old I'm back. I think i'm an NFP but i'd like you to confirm that or suggest another type please. (1/7)

One of my biggest struggles during my adult years has been career wise. Right now I'm a new grad nurse and i chose this career because it was supposed to give stability plus i was told it was one of those careers that were going to keep growing in demand. But it burned me out too much and i hated every second of it. I only stayed in it because it aligned with my values of helping people for a living. Now i'm thinking of going into debt to study a second career that is not so stable but i'm passionate about (psychology) bc i have something to fall back on financially anyways. I have other options like going into business, law, linguistics, and i can't make up my mind. All the feedback i've gotten from others is that i'm not much of a practical person. I thought i was just having some sort of midlife crisis but apparently is not normal. I think this suggests lower Te? (2/7)

Another thing that to me suggests low te is during my college years I struggled a lot with discipline and organization. It took me a lot of effort to take up my gpa, had to follow a lot of studyblr tips lol and strict rules to achieve that. I think I have Fi because my values are very important to me, to the point that I disrupt the environment, I'm the talk about abortion in family dinners ruinning the mood kind of person. And although I love people I struggle with being inauthentic and pretending to like someone when I don't (3/7)

I'm very much of a textbook introvert, shy and get drained when spending a whole day with a group of people and need too much alone time. But also in relationships i've struggled with being codependent and it sounds contradictory but i can't bear to be without them more than a week, I enjoy speaking out about my ideas and even in my "alone time" I contact internet friends to talk about the things that interest me (4/7)

The function that I struggle relating to is Ne due to lack of creativity and brainstorming abilities. I know Ne is more than that but I think I use it more in an unhealthy way? Like daydreaming to escape from my problems, being unable to stick to only one life path like the career example I gave above, feeling stressed after too many years of routine and wanting to leave everything behind. Oh but when my boss asks me to come up with creative ways to talk about STDS with my patients, i can't really come up with anything. I enjoy abstract conversations (about philosophy and spirituality / esoteric stuff mostly) and get bored in normal day to day conversations with my peers. But in my job i prefer something that is practical and doesn't require much brainstorming (5/7)

I think I have lower Si because I struggle a lot with letting go of the past ways of doing things, very catastrophic thinking of "I tried this before and it didn't work so it's not going to work now". Also trouble forgetting people, way more than normal. I like routines and I get stressed when my environment changes too much. But i'm not exactly a structured person, I'm up to last minute plans (6/7)

Finally I don't think I have Se just because I'm very disconnected from my environment in a extreme way, i'm the type of person that falls a lot due to not noticing obstacles in the way, not noticing when the shower is steaming hot until many minutes later when my skin is burning, etc. And Ni thinking is very linear for me, I feel like I very much have a monkey brain and can't stick to only one idea. Can you please help me? I hope this was not too long thank you! (7/7)

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So I must admit, this is still pretty chaotic and it feels like it focuses largely on weaknesses, rather than strengths, which still makes you difficult to type. While I am (still) not a mental health professional, my first thought is whether you've ever been tested for ADHD or similar just because you talk about wanting a stable, practical, uncreative job and enjoying routines, but also being forgetful, unaware of your surroundings, and not being pragmatic as a person. While it's entirely reasonable for a high Ne user to want stability in what they do, healthy high Ne would likely gravitate towards a stable job with some degree of brainstorming involved. Jobs like nursing, in fact, are often good for perceivers because it involves a lot of variety and spontaneity while still being a dependable career - though naturally not all perceivers would be happy as nurses.

I do think feeling seems reasonable, as does high Fi, but I am actually stuck on Se vs. Ne since either way it would be unhealthy. It almost sounds a little like an Fi-Ni loop to me - your feelings informing your idea of what your life should be without strong external input, an aimless desire for spontaneity but difficulty engaging with it mentally. But I would also at least take a hard look at ADHD, depending on how intensely your life is impacted.

[beenjen]

What a day, week, month, year - and we are not even 2 weeks into January.

// mom is back on chemo, she gets an infusion every 3 weeks and a pill daily. As far as treatment plans, this one isn’t horrible, it does seem to be cumulative with chemo, and farther into the program it takes more and more out of her, becomes more draining.

We are at the point where we are just buying as much time as we can, the treatment options available, aren’t curative, just prolonging - trying to make peace with that is hard. It’s just hard letting go.

// my dad. Where to begin. We were told before Christmas he would be on surveillance therapy as he was doing so well. Then at his CT scan last week they saw extensive changes in his lungs and believe it to be lung cancer. We go in tomorrow for a PET scan and for a biopsy. It’s just the worst possible scenario, and completely floored us.

I keep thinking, nothing else can go wrong you know? Surely nothing else can be added to our plates, and then the universe says, ‘wanna bet?!’

My mom has been an absolute basket case. With all of her chemo and treatments, she just isn’t the same person as she was going into all of this. Chemo changes your brain chemistry and she’s not able to cope - though I will say we have had more on our plate than most and that’s not surprising at this point.

// my boss told me to not stress, that this past year has been a nightmare for my family and that I don’t need to add worrying about my job on top of that. Yet again, I was looking to change positions, and I gotta say, I don’t think above stated universe wants me too. I’m over aspects of my work, I’m good at it though and moving along isn’t going to work right now. I need something stable as everything else just isn’t right now.

// c and I are good. We have a few projects we are working on - house and yard. It’s been a mad dash to get quotes to fix our back retaining wall patio over the river. The foundation cracked with this last freeze and the costs coming in are steep. Home owners insurance has been completely unhelpful, not that I’m surprised really, just would like to catch a flipping break here y’all.

//kids are back at school/daycare. Doing well. C is wanting to change schools, and that’s stressful. He doesn’t feel where we have Jamis is where he needs to be, and frankly adding more upheaval to my plate is beyond me at this point. His teacher is a bit flakey this year - J loves her, she just doesn’t communicate very well. Sometimes she sends an email, sometimes she sends notes in their bag, sometimes it’s on a school app. One week it’ll be Sunday night, the next week Tuesday, and it’s the weekly learning plan/homework, which makes it a struggle without any consistency. Ls teacher, and reminder she’s in pre pre k, sends more ‘homework’ than what my second grader is doing.

Then I get a message from her daycare that they once more don’t have her immunization records. This happens every 6 months. Literally. As I was dropping L this morning, they gave me a handout saying she doesn’t have records since 2020. I’ve updated them so many times and at each pediatrician appointment, I update and provide them a copy. I told the director this morning that I think they have put her records in someone else’s folder or have thrown out the wrong shot sheet because I just did this in October, and last January and the January before that. Each time it’s an ‘urgent matter’ because we are delinquent, and it’s so ridiculous.

Then I felt bad, because I know they have a ton of kids and they are doing their best and I should have just said ‘no problem’ and given her an updated copy (that I keep in my wallet for this purpose), it just was the last straw.

// I’m back in yoga. Found a quaint studio near me that is Uber hippie and I love that shit. Give me all the mood lighting and sage burning and chanting please and thank you. Distract my mind. Chill me out. Do all the things.

Thats a brief recap. Also, noticed tumblr updated something and the posts I see aren’t chronological anymore? Trying to weed through has been a pain. Hope I haven’t missed anything big.

Cousin night, burning things, painting the upstairs bathroom, wall mural, baby plants, meatloaf, dates and this bald eagle who is nesting on our river bank!!!!

Be well xx

[seokryuragi]

Light Fairy Lune's Cold Friend.

Lune had to practice the melting of ice, the only way to do this was crossing the border, he was still a new fairy, with little tasks to do and an unknown purpose. This was stressing for him, he never expressed how empty this felt.

He waited for the Frost Fairy that was going to frost his wings and also make the ice for him to melt. "Are you Lune?" a soft voice said Lune got so scared that his hair, that was previously pink, turned light blue, Lune's hair changed color anytime he wanted but if a sudden emotion appeared it changed by itself. "I am guessing you are! You are shining in my favorite shade of blue, I love it. I am Breeze!." "Hi Breeze, I am Lune." Lune was nervous, he had to be seen in his most vulnerable stage in front of a someone he didn't know, and his light just revealed how nervous he was, he kept thinking and imagining how stupid he looked and that Breeze probably thought he was just an untalented fairy not able to do his job... even knowing he hasn't done anything other than saying Hi. They were flying in silence. "She must be so angry to help me out, what if she just realizes I have no purpose? what if she runs away and leaves me here because I am hopeless?" Lune thought to himself. Meanwhile Lune was thinking, Breeze was doing the same... her thoughts were very far from what Lune had in mind "Should I eat some strawberries or blueberries.... what if I eat both, with some honey sounds so good." Breeze thought to herself.

They arrived the Frost Fairy side in the Winter, Breeze made a few ice cubes. "Okay, you have to melt those cubes." Lune was shaking, he tried the first time and nothing happened, he tried a second a third even a fourth time and the ice was still as solid as a rock Lune looked up to Breeze, scared. But that scary feeling turned into another emotion after seeing Breeze's expression, it was... soft, Lune didn't felt judged, it was like Breeze was just patiently waiting for him to achieve it without putting too much pressure. Lune's hair turned a dark gray color, and his light dimmed, and without even realized he started crying on his knees. He felt a little hand on his back, he turned around to see Breeze with the same expression as before "I am sorry, I just feel so stressed and so lost and with no purpose and so bad at my talent everything is horrible and bad and I just feel like I can't do it anymore." Lune said while crying, he just talked, he talked and said too much. "Well, we have all day and all week and all month to practice, I will be here, I don't mind. It will be okay, I promise. The pressure is what is making you not be able to melt the ice cubes, try melting one by one." Breeze said, she gave a last pat on Lune's back and went back to her place. Lune did so, he tried to calm down and did it, he tried to melt just one ice cube "OH! It worked!" Lune was now smiling and his hair was bright light blue again, he did so with every ice cube. "Amazing! Now try with two!" And again Lune was able to.

The practice lasted two days, the next day he went again. "Breeze? I thought another frost fairy was going to help today so you could rest." Lune said. "Well, I didn't want to leave you alone! I asked if I could help instead. Let's go!" .

Lune's hair was light blue, this time he decided to change it, he was sure Breeze was going to stay by his side, this made him stable enough to change the color of it.

[valiantroyalty]

Anonymous asked:

It's Elsa's birthday

I imagine silver giving Elsa a special birthday gift

A special day was quickly arriving and Silver was at a loss of what to gift his girlfriend. What does one give a queen? There were things he knew Elsa liked, what she didn’t like but nothing stood out as a decent present. It didn’t help her birthday was so close to a major holiday, which almost everything was geared towards.

Silver thought of making something himself, which always was appreciated but ultimately decided against. He racked his brain, he thought hard. He seemed stressed enough that Elsa herself interrogated him, and assured him she didn’t need anything. She’s satisfied enough with his company.

it’s only the next day he found something suitable. But considerably crazy.

The knight did his best to hide the gift he bought but Lilia caught him upon his return to the dorm and he spilled. The fae was absolutely delighted and reassured his son of the best possible outcome. This eased Silver a bit but only until morning. The day of Elsa’s birthday.

Silver was a brave soul and took pride in it, but he couldn’t stop himself from being nervous. He nearly talked himself out of this many times in the morning but after a small pep talk from Lilia, he set out. It was easy to track the queen down and found her out near the stables. That wasn’t surprising as her water horse was making a visit and occupied the stables.

“Good morning Elsa,” he greeted upon seeing his girlfriend. He paused in his tracks when Elsa turned to face him, and there’s butterflies from the smile she gave him. “Hello,” came the returned greeting, her voice soft, almost inaudible.

The blonde stepped away from Nokk and closed the distance between them. Her hair was in its signature braid, complete with frost that glittered when the sunlight hit. Silver cleared his throat and offered her a warm smile. “Happy birthday Elsa.”

There’s a pause as mild surprise overtook her features but she relaxed with a smile. “Thank you. I Hope you still aren’t so stressed, Silver.” Another pause before she hesitantly took one of his hands within hers. His hand was warm, though it’s quick to match her much cooler temperature. Silver didn’t mind and he squeezed hers in turn.

“No, I’m not stressed, per se,” he started. The weight of the present was heavy in his pocket. It’s early to ask but he knew deep down there was no other. His loyalties and devotion was focused on the Diasomnia Prince, but he had his own loyalties. Which is why he mentally prepared himself.

He took longer than he expected because Elsa tilted her head in concern. “What is it, Silver? What’s wrong?” Purple hues met blue ones and their gaze lasted a few solid seconds before he broke it off. They were far away from public eye, and the horses view. It’s just them in their snowy world.

“Nothing is wrong. I.. have something for you.” It’s now or never. Silver begrudgingly withdrew his hand from hers in favor of taking a step back and dropped to one knee. He took out the little box from his pocket. He met Elsa’s gaze once more as he opened the box, to reveal a ring. A ring in the shape of a snowflake but the Center was a light purple diamond.

“Will you marry me, Elsa?”

[unrequitedloveletter]

HI<3

may i please have a pin hawthorne x fem!reader with prompt 5 from the random prompt list?

ik im spamming you, im so sorry, but i live for your writing<3

HAPPY ONE YEARS<3

Perfect Moments- Pin Hawthorne

Thank you so much for sending this in! I couldn’t find your other requests from the one year event, and I fear that I may have deleted them while deleting older requests while on autopilot the other day, and I just want to say that I’m sorry about that, but thank you so much for sending this request in! 

Random Prompt number 5 from the random prompt list is: Hugs that occur while half asleep

Fic type- fluff

Warnings- none

The first few weeks of the month of August had felt as though they were going by in a blur. Between Pins offhanded ‘you should move in’ suggestion, the actual process of moving into his estate, and the stress of university looming over you and Pin as you were to start your first semester on the mainland in the fall, added to the worries you already had from your job at Bright Fields, everything felt as though it’d gone by in a blink. 

So, as you woke up in the bed that you shared with Pin, you had those solid three seconds of bliss before you were expecting things to be the exact same as they had been. You were expecting to wake up, make breakfast, and feel as though the day had been robbed from you when, all the sudden, you watched the sun set from a high up hill in Bright Fields. 

Pin woke up moments after you, pulling you closer as he slung an arm over your waist. You had the feeling that he felt the same way you did, that he knew that when you both decided to get up and face the day, you’d be so overclouded with stress that it would borderline on unbearable. 

You heaved a sigh, knowing that it was just better to get it all done and over with. You willed yourself to get up, running a hand through your hair as you moved out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. 

“Morning Y/N,” Arthur. the butler spoke as he spotted you, going down the stairs and heading for the kitchen. “Have a good nights rest?”

You were still tired, and the thought of the day ahead only added to that, pushing it closer to an unignorable state of borderline exhaustion, but Arthur didn’t need to know that, so you put on your most convincing smile, shrugged your shoulders, and nodded.

“Wonderful, thank you, Arthur,” it was somehow the most convincing lie you’d ever spoken. “And you?”

“Quite fine indeed,” he said. “Shall I get started on breakfast?” He’d been making it in the mornings since the start of that week, noting that you and Pin looked exhausted at the end of the day and claiming that the extra sleep was something you needed.

You shook your head at that. “Thank you, but no. Enjoy a morning off, Arthur. I can handle breakfast.”

“All right, Y/N. Do let me know if you need anything.”

You gave him a nod and proceeded to the kitchen, getting started on waffles and scrambled eggs. 

You grinned as you felt Pins arms wrap around your waist from behind. “I told Arthur to call it in,” Pin said. 

“Mia is going to kill us,” you said. “A day off of work? She won’t stand for it.”

“I bought the stables,” Pin said. “I really don’t care what she thinks, as she’s technically under my employment now.” He slurred his words a bit, a clear indicator that he was still half asleep.

“A day off of rest, cheap take out and The Great British Bake-Off,” Pin said. “We’ve barely gotten to spend time together since summer started. I’m rather sick of our only interaction being a kiss before we both collapse into bed from exhaustion.” 

You grinned, allowing your eyes to close as your head rested against his shoulder.

“Why did you have to make that sound perfect?”

You turned around in Pins arms, resting your arms on either of his shoulders. You allowed your eyes to open, grinning as you met his gaze. 

“I love you,” you said to him, realizing in that moment that the conversation you’d been having was the first one to last longer than two minutes in weeks. “I’ve missed you, by the way. A lot. I’m sorry I let work get in the way.”

“I’m sorry too,” Pin said. “It’s not just on you, Y/N. I let things get a bit busy, so it’s my own fault. I love you too.” 

He tightened his embrace a bit, and you just had to smile. For the first time in weeks, the room fell silent and not to exhaustion or to a couple too tired to say more than a few words to each other, but a couple content, embraced for the first time in a long while. 

Even if your life with Pin wasn’t perfect, it certainly had it’s perfect moments. 

[trenchcoatsbi]

friend again… can i request writing about myself comforting tommy from my pov… we were close and i miss him 💙

Hi Friend! Sorry this took so long. I’m not just much of a writer. I mean I can technically do it but I’m not great at it. Takes me ages to get any writing done if it isn’t an essay for school.

Now I wasn’t really planning on doing any writing for this blog but since Wil isn't here to do this anymore and I didn’t want to leave ya hanging I just sucked it up and put my writing hat on.

By the way for some reason this entire thing is in second person and frankly I have no idea why I did that. idk that was just baffling to me lmao so i felt the need to mention it. I hope this is something? I dunno, as I said creative writing aint my forte, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless -phil

Night had always been Ghostbur’s favorite time of day. 

The crisp air, the fireflies, the serene cacophony of life in the woods just a stone's throw away. It was always just so nice.

He’d sit with you and just talk for hours on end as the moon rose and eventually bathed everything in its silvery light. You could almost forget he was a ghost sometimes until the moonlight went and cut right through him like he wasn’t there.

You miss him.

You wonder where he went.

The door next to the stable slams open, quickly followed by a string of muttered curses as it’s slowly creaked back into place by Tommy.

Wild-eyed and shaking he steps away from the cabin slowly as if he half expects that door to be thrown open by someone or something in pursuit of him. 

Why he would think that you have no idea.

But Tommy is certainly not dressed to be outside right now, you know that much.

He stands there breathing so heavily you could almost lose sight of his face in the clouds of his breath.

You bump your head into the fence gate, bleating in the hopes of getting his attention. 

It’s not much but you have wool, you can keep him warmer than he is now in his t-shirt and jeans.

Tommy jumps at the noise and spins looks at you, though for the longest time, you get the sense that he isn’t seeing you.

Again you nudge at the fence gate.

“Friend?” he says in a shaky way that is entirely un-Tommy of him.

He takes a few cautious steps towards the stables, still glancing back at the heavy spruce doors back into the cabin like he thinks a monster will burst out of it at any time.

It’s times like this where you sometimes wish you could speak. If you could you would remind him that Technoblade isn’t a threat to him, though you get the feeling that Techno isn’t the monster Tommy is worried about at the moment...

He pushes the gate open and steps back, watching you as you walk from the stable and circle him almost like he expects a wolf to greet him instead of a sheep. 

A wolf in sheep’s clothing though, you are not. 

You’re a sheep in sheep’s clothing! 

A sheep and nothing else. 

So perhaps it’s a bit unorthodox for you to be the one herding something, but with some nudging and a lot of half-whispered shouts at you to cut it out, you finally manage to force Tommy into the stables.

He, after much grumbling and cursing you and Ghostbur and whatever power that be that gave a damn sheep the audacity to try and trap him somewhere, sits down.

And naturally, you lay down directly in his lap.

It’s not immediate, but a softness cuts through his sour expression as he looks down at you.

He sighs dramatically but nonetheless starts running his hands through your wool, petting you just like Ghostbur used to when he was stressed or worried.

Sometime later he starts talking, rambling really, about something you can’t quite understand but know is painful for him.

And just like with Ghostbur you wish you could do more than what you’re doing already.

But as his breathing slows and his half-angry, half-sad, half-scared torrent of words slows to a trickle you know in some way that you helped.

He sighs, burying his face in your wool as he hugs you as tightly as he can. And you two stay like that for what is an eternity and is no time at all.

“I think you’d beat the shit out of Dream in a fight,” he mumbles into your wool.

That thought seems to amuse him, for the first time in a while you hear him laugh, “Green bitch doesn’t stand a chance against you at all.”

You baa a response, one he takes as an agreement as he starts laughing about it all over again.

“That’s right. He’d lose so badly he’d leave the smp forever…”

Tommy yawns, sleep finally catching up to him as he relaxes against you. “Hold off on beating up him alright? I wanna be awake to see it.”

The sun rises, a new day starts, and you stay there holding vigil over him until he gets scooped up by Techno in the morning and taken back inside to the proper warmth of the cabin.

You finally settle in for a well-deserved rest, ignoring as Carl neighs and starts trotting about the stable as if he’s forgotten that he shares it with you again.

You did it.

You helped. 

And that thought alone is enough to make your sleep the best it’s been since Ghostbur disappeared.

[bugswarm]

So last November, I visited a cat shelter to pet some cats with a friend. And while I was there, there was this cat that had just gotten to the shelter that same day.

I absolutely fell in love. I needed this cat. But I lived in a shitty apartment with 3 roommates I didn't know and a landlord who was against pets (though it wasn't a good environment to have a pet in anyways). So I asked my mother if I could adopt him and have her look after him for a few months until I could move in April when my lease was up. She agreed.

So, I contacted the shelter and applied to adopt him and gave them all of the information about the situation and they understood and seeing as I was following every step they had and double checking everything with them and my mother owns her house so it was a stable situation, they agreed. And so I picked him up and shuffled him off to Erie just in time for Thanksgiving

He did super well at my mother's place. But I was looking for a place to move to that would be a good place to have my cat. I knew I could get an emotional support animal letter due to the myriad of mental health issues I have diagnosed, so it didn't necessarily have to be a place that allowed pets, but I definitely would have preferred a place that allowed pets so I didn't have to fight them too hard to let me have my cat and so they would be less likely to not return my deposit when I moved out. And that is hard to find when you rent in a city and are on a budget. And even harder when you don't have a stable roommate to move with. I eventually found the perfect place. A studio apartment who's landlord allows cats. Only issue was that it wasn't available until August.

So I asked my mother if she could please keeping my cat for a few extra months and my landlord if I could do a short term extension to my lease until August. Both agreed.

So I spent April to August desperately missing the cat that I had adopted and barely knew, while effectively being a deadbeat dad who only sometimes visited their kid on a weekend once a month or so. But every time I visited, that cat seemed to remember me and love me all the same

Then finally August came and I didn't immediately bring him down from my mother's due to moving. I wanted to get everything moved and slightly settled in before I brought him in, so he wouldn't be as stressed. But then last friday, I finally went up to pick him up and bring him home. He's been settling in all week and is doing great!

I love him sooo much. But also, my mother and her husband effectively had a cat for 8 months and then suddenly didn't have one anymore. I told them they should look into adopting a cat for themselves. They said they would think about it but probably not for awhile.

I got a text last night, less than 1 full week after picking up my cat saying "We're going to go look at a kitten 😸". They now have a kitten.

I was told that "We were having withdrawals."

Idk where I am going with this anymore but anyways cats are great and I hope everyone can experience the joy that is having a cat in their life some day

[buckyswintersoldiermask]

Daddy’s Back: Part 4.5 1/2 Mommy’s Inner Turmoil

Steve Rogers x fem!reader, Fem!reader x OCs

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Summary: What’s going on inside (y/n)‘s mind? With Buckys return, Mara’s appearance, and Steve keeping secrets from y/n.

Warnings: a mention of weight, self deprecating thoughts, (if I missed anything let me know)

Word Count: 2.05k

A/N: I am in no way diagnosing (y/n). I am just trying to show that this whole situation is taking a toll on her, because she’s trying to decide what to do.

Italics and bold: dream

Italics: flashback

The kids are finally asleep, you get some time to yourself. You turn on the shower and get inside and cry. You cry your eyes out until you can’t cry anymore. All these memories that you pushed deep down, coming back up now that he’s here.

Why is this happening to me? You think, what did I do for this to happen? You thought you would live happily ever after with Bucky and your kids, that’s what you’ve always wanted for yourself. A stable job, happy marriage, kids. Well you got 2 of the 3.

Your mind was flooding with doubt and anxiety. Was this the right thing to do? Was it good for the kids? Was it good for you? Was Steve a good enough father figure for them? Would they want to know their father in the future if you didn’t tell them Bucky’s their father?

All this anxiety that was welling up in you for weeks finally exploded. You started to think about your life before all of this happened, you weren’t this stressed and worried about doing the wrong thing. You and Steve were on good terms. Everything has changed.

You could remember the day he left like it was yesterday, you came home and all his things were either gone or on the floor. He left and he didn’t leave a note or anything, he blocked your number and Steve’s number and fled.

You got out of the shower and stared at yourself in the mirror, the bags under your eyes more prominent, the weight you’ve lost over the past few weeks from stress. Your peaceful life has been flipped upside down within months and you’re still wondering if you’re doing the right thing. Steve has been lying to you and Bucky has been truthful, what a change of events. Steve, your best friend, a liar?

‘I want you to meet my best friend, Bucky.”

“As a friend or are you trying to set me up Steven?” You questioned.

“However you want to see it.”

Steve took you to a well-known restaurant in the city. You sat down and waited for Bucky to arrive. After getting your drinks a tall lean guy with brown hair walked in, Steve waved him down and he walked over.

“Hi, I’m James, but my friends call me Bucky.” He says smiling at you. He was wearing a uniform which looked a lot like a military or army uniform. He sat down across from Steve and took of his hat and placed it beside him.

“You’re in the army?” you asked.

“Yes, what gave it away?” He joked.

“I’d say the hat and badges.”

“Right, yes, I’m in the army.

19 year old you liked Bucky. You thought he was funny, charming, smart, the whole nine yards. Maybe Steve has good taste you thought.

You, Steve and Bucky chatted the rest of lunch until Bucky had to leave. He wrote his number on a napkin so the both of you could meet later, without Steve around.

You smiled and folded the napkin, putting it into your pocket.

“You sly man, you knew good and well that was literally my type.”

“I never said I was trying to set you up, I just said you should see it however you want to see it.”

You rolled your eyes and smacked his shoulder, “whatever.”

You got dressed and laid in your bed pondering your decisions the past few years. Should you have believed he would change? Should you believe it now?

Now he’s back and he’s so happy, you hate it. You hate seeing him happy. He doesn’t deserve it.

Almost every night for weeks after he left you cried, wondering was it your fault he left. Did he not love you? Did he fall out of love? Was he disgusted by your body? You questioned everything. You didn’t know what to believe, but you got through it. Now that feeling is back. Now you want to crawl into a hole and don’t come out, but you know you can’t do that. You have to be strong for your kids.

You decided to ransack your room to find your photo album, the one you hid from the kids, the ones that have photos of Bucky in them. You searched for hours until you found it, deep in your closet.

You dusted it off and brought it to your bed. It was pretty thick, and had a light blue cover that said “family.” You opened the first page and your eyes saw the first picture, the ultrasound picture of when you found out you were pregnant with Canan, along with 2 pregnancy tests.

You smiled, remembering how happy you were to become a mom, you wanted to give your kids everything you never had.

You flipped through the pictures some more until you got to Iris’ section of the book. Then, there was the photo. The photo of you, Bucky, Canan and Iris. A few weeks after Iris was born, Steve took the picture and got it printed out, making a couple copies.

Why did he take this picture? You thought, why take the one with you in it? Why not the one with just the kids? Before you knew it you fell asleep, exhausted, tired of dealing with everything.

Your sleep didn’t last long once your alarm went off. You woke up and called Steve, hoping he’d pick up. After a few rings he picked up, confused as to why you were calling him so early, “everything alright (y/n)?”

“I need you to take the kids to school today, please.” You requested.

“Yeah, sure, of course, are you okay?”

“I, I, need a day.” You confessed.

“Okay. Alright. Yeah I’ll take them to school, should I pick them up after?”

“If you can.”

“Sure, I can. I’m on my way.”

“Thank you, Steve.” You sighed into the phone before hanging up. You went into your bathroom, pulling yourself together before going to wake up the kids.

You went down stairs and made their lunch as they did their morning routine. You finished up their lunches when there was a knock on the door, Steve.

You let him in and handed him the lunch bags, “thank you so much Steve.”

“No problem ,(y/n). Are you okay?”

You nod not verbally answering him because you know you don’t know how.

The kids finally come downstairs and eat breakfast before saying goodbye. Steve told him that he’d be picking them up today and dropping them off, which they were so excited about.

You waved as Steve drove off with them in the car and once they hit the end of the street you went inside. You called your boss letting her know you can’t come in today.

You grabbed your favorite snack from the kitchen and plopped on the couch to watch your favorite show. Less than 30 minutes later, Steve was walking inside your house with donuts.

“I brought donuts.” He says taking his key out the lock.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You responded by not moving from the couch.

“I know, but I wanted to, you seem like you’re having a rough morning.” You cackle at his comment. You were having more than just a rough morning.

“I didn’t mean to laugh, sorry.” Steve took off his jacket and came over to the living room, seeing you up close. He saw the bags under your eyes, how red your eyes were and just how exhausted you looked.

“(y/n), what’s going on?”

You chuckled, “What isn’t going on? Hmm? My ex boyfriend/baby daddy came back with a wife and a baby on the way. And! You gotta wait for this part. He kept a picture of me and the kids with him once he left.”

Steve didn’t know what to say. You were obviously not okay. Steve got up and got the donuts and sat them next to you. “(y/n). I’m sorry.”

“Everybody’s sorry nowadays,” you pause, taking in a deep breath holding back a sob, “why’d he have to come back? Why’d he have to mess up everything I did for myself?”

“I don’t know (y/n), but you don’t have to go through with any of this.”

“But I do, what if my kids grow up and find out about Bucky, Mara, and the baby and how I kept that from them?”

“They’d know you were just protecting them.”

“You can’t speak for them, Steve. You don’t know what they will be like in the future.”

Iris came down stairs after finishing her homework to talk to you,

“Mom, I met a girl at school today, her name was Clara, I noticed she looks a lot like Canan.”

“Oh maybe, you’re related somewhere down the line.” You reply not looking up from the vegetables you're cutting for dinner.

“No mom it’s not like that, they look so much alike, almost identical. Clara Is about 5 years younger than me.”

“Like I said, maybe some genetics down the line.”

“I think she said her last name was Barnes? Me and Canan’s last names are (l/n)- Barnes.”

“Yeah, maybe she’s a cousin.” You shrug, hoping she’d leave the conversation alone. Just when you were about to start talking again, Canan came downstairs, and stood next to Iris.

“Tell me about dad.” Iris demands, standing at the edge of the counter.

“Why? No good will come out of it, Iris.”

“I deserve to know about him. I don’t know about him and I hate that, mom. I just want to know who I am.” Iris explained, looking into your eyes with so much curiosity.

“He wasn’t anyone important.”

Canan cuts in scoffing at your response, “Anyone important? He’s our father.”

You sighed knowing you weren’t getting out of this, “so me and your father knew each other when we were very young, we moved into this house and we were together for a while, then I became pregnant with Canan and then you Iris.”

“What happened after that?” Iris asked.

“He left.” You said, as you stopped cutting the vegetables and looked up at your daughter.

“So, it’s possible, me and Canan might be related to Clara.” Iris points out, using a tone in her voice you cannot recognize.

You clear your throat, “maybe.”

“So you kept the fact that our father is alive and that we may have another sibling or siblings.” Iris continues, “so you just decided that you’d keep that from us. Were you ever going to tell us?”

“I was trying to protect the both of you.” You shake your head knowing this is a mess.

“You know I’ve always had issues growing up without a father, and you just chose not to let me meet him?” Canan asks, shaking his head.

“Steve was here. I wanted to protect both of you. I love you both and I did not want either of you to get hurt by him.”

“You we’re protecting yourself. He left you mom, and you didn’t want to have to bear to see him again so you just never told us about him. I could have a sister, a sister I’ve always wanted and you kept that from me.”

“Iris..”

“No. No. I can’t believe you’d keep this from us.”

“Iris, honey, please-.”

Iris walks away, leaving the kitchen and running up the stairs, “No.”

“Canan, please, let me-.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses mom.”

You jolt awake, your eyes wide as can be. You don’t even remember falling asleep. That dream was so real you thought it was actually happening. You thought your children were pissed at you for a decision you made that impacted their entire life. You looked on your side table and saw Steve had left while you went to sleep, he left a note.

You went to sleep so I left, almost time for me to get the kids - Steve.

You pulled yourself together and shook off that dream. You didn’t want that to be their future. You didn’t want them to be upset with you for not giving them all the details.

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Letting go of emotional pain

G'Day Depressos,

back again and with a serious burner this time. I know I tend to ramble quite a lot anyway and this time, my story is a long one. The life lesson at the end is worth it tho, promise.

Last April was my last day of highschool and I was in bliss for about three weeks. Being out of hell finally gave me time to sleep, de-stress, plan a few nice projects and just calm myself down. However, I didn't realise what kind of risks this time in my life would bring. Today I know that I am hugely dependent on clear routines, tasks to work on and emotional support by my friends. Last year, all that stuff wasn't quite clear yet.

So naturally, my mental health slowly began to decline without me figuring out why. I became an unmotivated insomniac with rising anxiety levels and when I tried to lean into my support system...it collapsed right under my sorry ass. In this story I will especially focus on one particular friend. She and I got very close in 11th grade and from that point on, I had given her everything she could ever needed. I gave motivational speeches, hugs, carried emergency chocolate, ordered a pizza into school and went for late visits to watch a comfort movie together. She was not really stable and I was, so I didn't mind pouring some love into her, knowing that she would return it if needed.

Well.

I called her multiple times, crying and hyperventilating (surely over some bullshit that triggered my anxiety, but still) and got immediatly cut off because she was busy, usually with her boyfriend. She also never texted me afterwards or even replied in unter two days and I did not see her alone for two months. To me, it sounded like now that I required some attention and support from her, I was no longer useful or worthy of interaction. So I stopped contacting her.

My overall condition was getting worse and worse and I desperately tried to gain new friendships fast, going out with someone every other night to hang. Didn't help. By the start of summer, I was deep in a depressive phase, a new experience for me. This caused me to be all over the place, miss my friends' birthday and frankly not having energy left to deal with just myself, rather than other people.

And I didn't choose to communicate any of it to her, continued to be a bad friend without given reason and was mad about it. A few times we had a little contact, minor discomforts or arguments, but nothing serious from my perspective. I invited her to my 18th Birthday, she ghosted me for five days and then rspv'd no. Suddenly, it was the end of September. She was scheduled to leave for an exchange in middle of the month. Without a word, she was gone. And I had no idea why.

Damn, I was mad and hurt. I decided to let myself grieve, bring distance between me and the situation and get my life back together first. Maybe that was wrong, maybe that was my last chance to have a talk. Idk. Anyway, college started, I slowly got back on track and am happy and healthy now (more or less, see the entire content of my tumblr blog). She got back, I waited two weeks and then asked to meet up and talk, telling her that I didn't really know why we drifted apart. She declined with the reason that she clearly communicated her feelings and that a talk most likely wouldn't change anything.

???

Of course, I was a little perplex. It didn't sound like her to not let someone speak for themselves and completely disregard the changes a person normally goes trough in half a year and more. It was rude. It was unfair. It was wrong. But you know what? It wasn't my decision to make. Also, I had wanted an open discussion about both our faults, reasons and circumstances. Whilst she had washed herself clear of all guilt in her reply text, basically informing me that the conversation that I imagined couldn't have happened anyway. I was in a bad mood for an evening, laid off homework to watch Newsies (1992) and Legally Blonde, cried a little and got to sleep. And the next morning, I was over it.

Because I realized that, when someone doesn't want closure or help, investing energy simply isn't worth it. The memories of my friend and I together are bittersweet now, but it couldn't have that back anyway. She changed in a way that I dislike and I probably did too.

Recycling is great, but sometimes, broken things cannot be repaired and that's okay.

See you around with the next of my social adventures,

Byee!

Let's be real no one will read this monstrosity of a post.

Oh well

[xblackfinch]

Hi, I hope you’re having a really great day. I need to vent and also need some advice, but I feel I have no one to turn to. Especially no one who isn’t incredibly biased. I moved to NYC for the first time last year with my bf (I turned 21 this year). Our lease is almost up and I’m realizing how debilitating this city has been for me financially. I have no money and especially no money to not only renew my lease that went up by $300, but find another apartment in the city. Another big con is I’m spending so much money to live in a box which would be fine if I had amenities or something. I hate to complain because I truly love it here, but the greed of money hurts so bad. I am mentally ill and there are weeks, even months, where I have a hard time getting out of bed let alone leaving my apartment. This can be hard when you don’t have laundry in unit or building, or a dishwasher and to have those things here it’s even more money. And all I can afford are pre-war buildings like the one I have now that have no ventilation, get mold easy, and get cockroaches. I’m just at a loss because I feel this is the first place I’ve lived in where I’ve connected with people so easily the way I do and I have access as someone who can’t drive due to anxiety. I told my dad about everything and he’s offered to give me a bunch of money every month to support me BUT only if I move somewhere that I’d have similar amount of rent but get more. It’s another big-ish city that I’m familiar with, but I feel like if I go I won’t be happy and I’ll feel shame. Like I’ll be disappointed in myself that I gave up and didn’t try harder with NYC, you know? I just don’t know what decision is best for myself and I have no one to ask who isn’t biased as hell, they all want me to do what benefits them mainly. I feel so torn. All I want is to live comfortably somewhere I feel accepted- and to make younger me proud. New York has shown me that could be that place for me, it’s just so expensive… I don’t want to lose all these amazing things here. :( Anyways, thank you for taking the time to read this. Appreciate you so much ❤️

Wow, well first of all struggling with money is incredibly stressful in any city, much less struggling for money in NYC- a city that offers very little space from being perceived at all times. If you are not used to it, being around so many people all the time can be extremely exhausting so go easy on yourself!

Sometimes, no matter what we want or are willing to endure, our bodies just need something else. It sounds to me like your nervous system needs a break, and some time to calm down and feel safe. I think if you have support from your dad you should take it and try a less expensive city (for now).

You are very young and I promise that you have plenty of time to live in and make deep connections to many cities! Perhaps NYC will be a good fit for you in a few years when you have more stable income- or maybe another city will call to you.

I love NYC! It is an exciting and high energy city with a rich history. It is a global hub in many industries. But if you are not working in an industry that can support you living there- it can be very financially unwelcoming. And if your major desires for a city are having access without a car, and being able to connect to people socially, there are many other cities you may find exciting. You should look for Pre War cities which were built before the car industry ruined american urban planning- like Boston, Philly, or Chicago for example!

Ultimately, you need to be honest with yourself and ask yourself "Am I really enjoying my life here? Or do I just enjoy the status of living in NYC?" Maybe younger you would be impressed that you live in such a "cool" city but I bet younger you would also want you to be happy and excited about your life. And remember you still are "younger you" to the person you will become!

When I was your age I moved to LA and lived there for a couple years but had to move to a medium sized city in my home state for similar reasons. I loved my time in LA and sometimes I was disappointed I couldn't stay, but I have made the closest friends Ive ever had here and started a new exciting career. After 5 years I am now moving to Chicago because I want to live in a big city again!

Whatever you decide- just remember that all things are temporary. You will make it through this tough time and come out with more experience and wisdom! If you choose to leave, it's not because you "gave up" its because you are pursuing what makes you actually happy - and you can always return if you want! I hope this helps, and thanks for reaching out! Let us know what you decide when you do!