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[darkmagic-s]

theodore nott's one star rating of dirty talking

Summary: Sexting through note passing, one of Theodore's favourite ways to bother you.

History of Magic is fun... only if you're studying it on your own. You're nice enough to pretend to be interested in whatever Professor Binns is saying, occasionally, because you would feel bad if he notices that you're falling asleep. Then again, Professor Binns doesn't exactly have a heart to feel sad about his students not finding his lesson interesting, does he? Nevertheless, you work hard to suppress the yawn that would threaten to come every five minutes. Scratch that, every minute, actually.

You look down at your notebook, eyeing it with disappointment. Every History of Magic class, your page would start with almost impressive notes and gradually, evidently, transition into lazy writings and short sentences. Sometimes not even a sentence.

The Salem Witch Trials were a series of hearings and prosecutions of people who were accused of being involved with witchcraft.

These trials occurred in Massachusetts, in the years 1692 and 1963, in which, as a result, twenty people who were accused of witchcraft being executed, and most of them being women.

Some of the women were indeed witches, though found to be entirely innocent of the crimes they were accused and executed for.

others are just no-majes

traumatic event

witches and wizards retreat to homelands

1920 second salemers

dada essay due tomorrow & practice non-verb spells

You pause in your reading, eyebrows furrowed. The Defence Against the Dark Arts essay...

That's something you'll worry about after lunch.

With a soft sigh, you lean your chin on your palm, your elbow resting on your table. How much longer until it's lunchtime?

Before you can even start to feel another yawn coming, a familiar hand from beside you slides over a torn page from a notebook, with a sentence written on it. Obviously it won't be a list of names of the Salem Witch Trials' victims, knowing your lover.

You turn your head, looking at Theodore Nott with a raised brow, before reaching out to slide the paper closer to you, your hand brushing against the back of his hand briefly. He doesn't even bother to fold the paper. He might as well read it out loud to the whole class.

"why the frown? :("

You can't help the half-smile that appears on your lips when you read the note. You write back a simple response.

"You."

Theodore practically snatches the note from you, undoubtedly excited that there's finally something exciting to do and you had to nudge him because of the noise the paper just made. He's not bothered, of course, already writing down his response.

"I will buy you sweets."

Your heart skips a beat, even at such a simple message. You glances at Theodore, who's watching your every move with that gentle gaze of his green eyes, a soft playful smile on his lips.

"Your hair looks fluffy. Would love to touch later."

You slide it over to him. You enjoy the reaction your message has on him, because he rolls his shoulders in what seems like a satisfied manner as his smile widens, before he starts to write. Clearly he thought of a good response.

"you will touch it later, and other places too"

His response comes with a drawing of a beating heart, which eventually increases and explodes, and the animation repeats. How cute, you think. With a shy smile, you write back, wanting to keep the conversation going despite how his message had left you a bit speechless.

"What do you think of the New Salem Philanthropic Society? Bold, don't you think?"

Somehow, your response causes him to snort, in which he disguises it with a fake cough. You quickly look at him with a mix of confusion and amusement.

"you're BAD at dirty talking"

This time, it's your turn to snort, causing the two people in front of you and Theodore to turn around, frowning. You want to scoff - you're pretty sure they're just annoyed because you and Theodore are interrupting their napping or daydreaming session.

Looking over at Theodore, you roll your eyes at him, before focusing on the note that is now in your hands. You wouldn't say that you're bad at dirty talking, more like... skilled in other categories of dirty talking, such as begging or... demanding. Perchance.

You write your reply with determination.

"I would need to be locked up in Azkaban for your safety."

When Theodore reads your reply, you saw his eyebrows raise - he's both surprised and impressed. He shakes his head with a breathy chuckle.

"ominous, but an improvement,"

There's another sentence below this one, and you almost choked on your own saliva.

"pull up your skirt for me a little bit"

You immediately crumple up the paper on impulse, holding it in your hand, and you swear Theodore's smirk becomes more evident. Is he serious? Writing this on a note passed in class is dangerous! But then again, someone is borderline snoring just a few tables away and Professor Binns isn't even sparing him a glance, no one is.

You smoothen the paper on your table and writes down your response, exhaling softly.

"This isn't dirty talking. You're just horny."

Theodore places down the paper on his table and leans back in his seat, crossing his arms. When your eyes meet his, he simply shrugs and pointedly looks down at your skirt.

He's waiting.

You sigh and make sure your robes are out of the way of display of your skirt. With your hands nervously gripping onto the hem of your skirt, you look around the classroom. Some are doodling, and some are literally sleeping. No one would find out, really.

You pull up your skirt by just an inch.

Okay, two inches.

"That's it," Theodore whispers unexpectedly, causing your heart to skip a beat. What handful he is.

He slides over the paper to you, and you notice he didn't write a response. You send him a questioning look, and he gestures to his body with his hand.

Oh.

You slide the note over.

"Which one do you want?"

The note is slid back to you.

"which one do YOU want?"

You tilt your head, contemplating. The hardest decision you've ever had to make today, you think.

"You don't need to take anything off to arouse me."

You pause your writing. However...

"The tie?"

Theodore seems satisfied once he reads the note. He looks over at you and loosens his robes around his neck, revealing his vest and the white shirt underneath it. With a smirk, he loosens his tie at the top of his vest, just a little, not too obvious - for your eyes only.

You can't help but to take the paper from him despite how it's his turn to write the message. Considering how the two of you aren't exactly writing neatly on the paper which leads to taking up all the space, you had to use the other side to write your new message.

"I like your neck."

Theodore smiles fondly once he reads this, not a playful smirk this time, and you think he might even be blushing. When he glances at you, you notice how his pupils are dilated.

He slides the paper over to you, and squeezes your hand affectionately for a brief moment before pulling away.

"you will mark it?"

It's clear to you how he's subtly guiding you towards saying the right thing, lest you start delving into the whole Second Salemers' background in your reply, and you can't help but to want to impress him.

"I will write on it in runes which would translate to my name."

Theodore chuckles quietly.

"nerd"

A true romantic.

You write back - shamelessly.

"You want me so bad."

You see him pressing his palm to his face, as his shoulders shake in quiet, small laughter. Naturally, seeing him smiling so big widens yours too. He leans towards you and whispers in amusement, "You are bad at dirty talking."

"You will never find anyone as good as me," you reply in a whisper, leaning back in your seat, putting on a smug expression, despite the fond smile that threatens to break though.

As Theodore leans in to peck your cheek, you can't help but to briefly think that, if you were good in dirty talking, a whole notebook would've been used up for this period alone. You needed to have a flaw, after all.

[vasito-de-leche]

iff its still alright for requests then maybe somethingg small n maybe sleepy with forget me not ? nothing specific otherwise just

sleepy eeby forget me not fic. either that or wrangling his soggy ass to sleep(for once

;R1999 FORGET ME NOT - "five minutes"

Forget Me Not x Reader. 2.8k words fluff Being in charge of The Walden has its ups and downs - Forget Me Not enjoys being the conductor of an orchestra composed of dying men and women, even if it costs him hours of precious sleep. You make sure to remind him that even the most powerful broker in Chicago deserves a little nap.

this mf has been fighting me for a month or so, it's so hard to write him SLEEPING, HE RLLY DOESNT WANT TO. I HAVE 3 DIFFERENT DRAFTS GRAAAA so here we are. I fought tooth and nail for this, theres 4 different drafts just about FMN getting some fucking sleep. this one even has like, a different version where you fall asleep on his lap instead bc he keeps FIGHTING ME

either way, ty for the request, nonnie! your ask was the perfect excuse to get this done. sorry it ended up being longer than my usual stuff, I just really love the guy

The amount of work needed to maintain an establishment like The Walden often goes unnoticed.

Its elegant ambience and decor, all the powerful and influential people to rub shoulders with, the precise and meticulous organization behind every single detail and decision - all of it can be attributed to a single man, the very same who leads the crowd and makes their drinks.

When the night arrives, he and The Walden come alive.

Hundreds of desperate rats crawl into his den, searching for things they don't deserve: money, fame, fortune, connections, assets. They want to find their place in the world before they're long forgotten, and this is when Forget Me Not steps onto the stage and finds himself in his element, surrounded by all the people who look at him in fear, disgust and awe.

Do they know? That at the end of the world, he holds their fate in the palm of his hand? Him, a simple broker, a middle man.

An inferior, an arcanist.

Of course, the high fades as soon as the sun rears its ugly head over the horizon, his spirits plummet to the ground when the world returns to that monotonous routine. All Forget Me Not can do now is wait.

He would never dream of being so careless as to have his own residence right above his workplace, but he rarely steps into his home in the first place. It's too much trouble to commute back and forth, wasting time in a building that is as devoid of warmth as the blood running through his veins. That private office nestled somewhere within The Walden has become his new safe haven, in fact - with one too many couches to lounge around and no bed in sight.

Not that he sleeps anyway.

Forget Me Not always fancied the most convoluted route into an early grave, and thus has replaced the bottle for something else: endless paperwork.

It's getting harder and harder to conceal the dark bags under his eyes for a semblance of professionalism. How very fitting that, despite all of his efforts and accomplishments, his quality of life continues to deteriorate. What a depressing thought.

The leather of his seat squeaks as he shifts, leaning backwards to fully take in the piles and piles of files atop his desk. His gaze turns to the clock just to confirm what he already knows - it's a little past 6 AM, the cold breeze of the early morning keeping him wide awake. A brand new shipment of materials will arrive in two hours, they will need to be stored but it's an easy enough job for the Disciples. This means that the next important event on his schedule is the meeting at 11 AM. Forget Me Not's face sours right away at the thought, and he reaches for his drink.

And just like that, without any sort of warning, the door to his office is flung open. It's a good thing that despite his awful, awful health, his grip is as steady as ever - not a single drop is spilled. If else, Forget Me Not remains still as a statue, retaining that air of composed aloofness as he raises an inquisitive eyebrow towards the intruder.

It's you, standing perfectly by his door frame. He almost drops the glass once he recognizes your face, but conceals his little slip by settling it back down on his desk.

"Ah, how rare to see you during the day, you're always so busy with errands. To what do I owe this loud, impromptu visit? Keep in mind, I don't start serving drinks until 8 PM."

You don't wait for him to finish, marching towards the small lounge in his office and picking up a small, decorative pillow before dropping backwards onto one of the sofas. A shadow passes over Forget Me Not's eyes - he doesn't know whether to resent you for knowing you have the freedom and privilege to act like this around him, or whether to feel insulted for the way you ignored him just now. He settles for his usual third, secret option - resignation - and makes his way towards you.

Unlike you, Forget Me Not has mastered the art of concealing his presence and so he makes no sound at all when he approaches. He stands right next you, leaning ever so slightly to hover above your face, as if his piercing grey eyes alone could pressure you into speaking.

It doesn't work, at least not right away. You hide behind that useless pillow, then you shift and turn to lay on your side, all while he simply stands in perfect silence. It's a battle of attrition, one he intends to win.

"I slept like shit, okay? Just give me five minutes here and I'll go back to work." Your voice is muffled, but he hears how tired you are anyway.

It's easy to forget that people aren't nocturnal like him, at least not by choice. It's easy to forget about humanity when most of his coworkers are puppets held by strings and ink, mindlessly following orders. When you curl up on the sofa, Forget Me Not remembers just how tired he is and sighs. Soon, he's walking towards the door.

This makes you sit up in a hurry, clearly misinterpreting his actions. "Five minutes, promise! Don't kick me out!"

There's a faint click, it's the lock on the door. Forget Me Not returns to his desk, making sure not to look your way lest his eyes reveal those wretched feelings bubbling in his chest. Did you seriously think he had the nerve to throw you out so carelessly?

"Ten minutes. Make sure not to waste them with chitchat." He can practically sense you silently cheering and getting comfortable in his office. On his couch. It's insufferable, the way you always get what you want while he slaves away with work.

But it's only ten minutes, he can tolerate you for that long.

Three minutes pass, and Forget Me Not realizes that he's spent more time glancing your way than reading the document in front of him.

From his spot, he can only see the top of your head, just a glimpse of your form as you rest your eyes. But every time you move, no matter how subtle, he notices and turns his attention back onto you.

Seven minutes, he only needs to focus for seven minutes. The document in his hand is important: he's negotiating for better materials for his potions at a cheaper cost. This simple deal could mean a lot for Manus Vindictae, always so low on funds, resources and support.

Six minutes. Forget Me Not hears you hum and he slowly turns his head on instinct. You're staring right at him, face resting on the armrest, squishing your cheek against the plush cushions.

"You have four minutes left, are you sure you want to waste them like this?" He lies, as if he wasn't ready to ignore the passage of time to give you a few more extra minutes, expecting you to comply. But you get back at him with a question of your own.

"Did you get any sleep?"

"Three minutes." It comes out as a warning. You ignore it.

"I'm serious! You look awful from here." By now, you're sitting down and he knows that if he doesn't stop you, you'll make your way to him. To invade his personal space, cradle his face in your hands and torture him with your gentle touch. "You're always here when I start my shift and when I finish. Where do you get the time to go home and all of that?"

Forget Me Not would rather swallow his own tongue than to openly admit that he essentially lives here. That he has spare clothes in the drawer by the window, that he showers, eats and sleeps in this office of his. You might've figured it out by now, but with his pride and dignity at stake, he pretends to ignore you in favour of work.

"Hey, c'mon. Don't just go back to work like I'm not even here talking to you!" He does exactly that, picking up a pen to sign a few documents. "Drop that. Drop the pen. Hey!"

You talk to him the same way one would talk to a misbehaving dog, and he hears that whiny, frustrated tone in your voice that he's come to appreciate. There is a pause and Forget Me Not does as told - the pen now resting neatly on the desk.

He finally deigns himself to look at you, returning a small smile.

"Thank you, now, like I was saying-"

Thud!

With his free hand, he stamps a document, never breaking eye contact. The pettiness is always worth it, but this time even more so when he sees that tic in your eye and the way you inhale sharply, absolutely done with him. You sit up, consider laying down again in frustration, then simply cross your arms like a child throwing a tantrum - seeing you get worked up over the smallest of things is always such a treat.

"Fine! Be like that! But don't come running when you- Uwaaah!" A yawn interrupts your words, you barely have time to cover your mouth.

Oh no. It's contagious. He feels that tell-tale tingle in his nose, and just like that, he yawns as well.

"Aha! You are tired, I bet you haven't slept properly in days!" An accusatory finger is now pointed at him, and Forget Me Not fights the impulse to roll his eyes.

"That's quite the leap to make over a simple gesture like that. Your time is up, by the way - please, go back to work."

"I'm telling on you, Forget Me Not. I'm so telling on you."

He gives a raspy laugh at this. "And who will you be telling about my horrible sleeping habits? The waiters? The delivery boy? Our esteemed guests?" The latter would definitely eat up any sort of information about his private life, especially if it was something to ruin his reputation, but he doesn't share this out loud.

"Ahh... So, you admit it, then? Having the worst sleeping schedule known to mankind?" Touché.

Before he can even reply, your mouth opens in a feigned yawn and Forget Me Not seethes when he finds himself imitating you. He seethes even more over the smug smile on your face. And he wishes he could just die on the spot when you scoot over and pat the empty seat next to you. Him? Rest? With you? Absolutely not.

"Ten minutes," a tight knot forms in his throat when you start to coax him in. "I'm sure you can spare that much, since you've been indulging me for this long! If you were actually busy, you would've just sent me home to rest. C'mere, sit."

What is the point in keeping track of time by now? Forget Me Not will be by your side until you decide to leave. Indulging you and your stupid ideas, your well-meaning and annoying habits, your reactions - all of it, they're his favorite vice and he never learned how to quit.

"Five minutes." He sits next to you.

"Fair enough." You scoot closer to him.

He watches when you link your arm with his, not bothering to ask for permission. Typical. Your palm is warm as you rest it over his forearm, fingers drumming idly over the soft fabric of his shirt. But you don't linger for too long, and slide down until your index and middle fingers reach the bare skin of his inner wrist, over the pronounced vein there. Can you feel his pulse? The shameless and frantic beat of his heart?

Forget Me Not is so entranced by this simple action that he fails to notice the sudden extra weight - your head rests on his shoulder, with your cheek pressed against the prominent bone. He knows it's an uncomfortable position, because you shift and nuzzle closer to his chest, the top of your head and your hair now tickling his neck and jawline. The knot in his throat returns and he holds his breath on instinct, like an animal at the verge of being devoured.

Nevermind the constant cycle of violence and doom he's turned his life into, these are the horrors that keep Forget Me Not up at night: your body against his, your displays of affection.

"Your eyes," the soft murmur of your voice pulls him from the awful, nonsensical noise in his mind. You're looking up at him. "You're meant to close them. That's what this whole thing is for. Unless ...you can sleep with your eyes open?"

"Don't be ridiculous. As if such a short amount of time could make me fall asleep." He huffs, a way to conceal just how out of breath he is. Part of him is afraid to close his eyes, knowing that he will feel each and every little thing you do - only tenfold. And what would he do with himself then, when all he can focus on is your finger tracing shapes over his palm? It tickles. It's distracting. It's unbearable.

His hand flinches, just barely, and you interlock your fingers with his in response.

"Hush and close them!" Always so obedient to your commands, Forget Me Not does as told, cursing you in his mind.

He gives you an inch, and you take a mile - the moment his eyes are closed, his body turns rigid but you still coax him backwards, so that he can lean on the backrest of the couch. It takes the coordinated effort of every single muscle in his body not to melt on the spot, to remain in a proper, sitting position. With you nestled so comfortably by his side, Forget Me Not makes the worst mistake in his life: he turns his head towards you, his nose now buried in your hair.

The content and pleased noise that leaves him is something that feels alien, entirely out of character for someone like him. Right away, he feels the tips of ears burning with shame and his body uselessly recoils away from you, trying to revert back into that persona he's created for the world.

It backfires immediately.

"...Hm? Is your arm getting numb? Here, let's switch." You move away, all while your hands cradle his face in order to guide him over to your lap.

It's a painfully slow process that is simultaneously over in the blink of an eye. Forget Me Not doesn't know what's worse, the fact that he didn't put up a fight or the way he feels so incredibly small, being held so lovingly by you.

He's laying on his back, hands resting uselessly over his chest like a corpse in an open casket funeral. If he glances upwards (a difficult thing to do, because you flick his forehead whenever you catch him wide awake) he can see you hoarding all the pillows available within your reach to support you as you lounge about, still hellbent on sleeping in with him.

Did he die at some point throughout the day without noticing? Is this his own personal Hell? Forget Me Not wants to speak, to say anything and regain control of the situation, but nothing comes out. All there is to do is to lay there, with your hands combing through his hair.

His heart might as well burst out of his chest. Even better, crawl up his throat and choke him from inside out.

Without thinking, he sits up. It's a nervous impulse. You can't see his face with his back turned to you and he's grateful for the small moment of privacy, as he steels himself to send you away. Or to fuck off into The Walden and walk around aimlessly to cool off, and then avoid you for a few weeks. Whichever comes first.

"Oh! Want a pillow or something? I kind of just took them all without thinking." He doesn't deserve this sort of contact, this domestic bliss - he doesn't want it either.

"Hey, do you think we could do this more often? Just... make some time for me in that busy schedule of yours?" And why would he? You're already pretty skilled at turning his life upside down with your constant nagging and your antics.

"Sorry for being this sappy so suddenly, it just came to mind...Oh, oh! Wait! While you're at it, mind closing the window, please? It's getting a liiittle cold in here."

Forget Me Not leaves his glasses on the table and lays back down, this time making sure to wrap his arms as tightly as he can around your waist, his face hidden in your stomach. What he receives is a weak chuckle, a weak complaint and a weak attempt at pushing him away. You don't mean it, of course - the same way he never means any of the things he thinks.

"Hm, I believe it's perfect like this."

"You're just saying that because you're going to leech off my own body heat, you little snake."

There's a hint of victory in your voice, you've won once again against him but you're always too nice to rub it in. Instead, you caress the scales on his neck, now on full display for you. It's a heavenly sensation.

"Perhaps," he murmurs, eyes closed. "But what are you going to do? Kick me out of my own office?"

"I might if you don't get some rest. Sleep, now."

And just like that, Forget Me Not unravels - he's been waiting so long to be given permission, for someone to allow him a moment of peace despite all these restraints holding him back.

He knows that the moment wakes up, he will act like none of this happened, that he will stubbornly deny everything until his very last breath, but right now, he clings onto you like his life depends on it.

And he falls asleep with your name on his lips

[sparklingchim]

long way home 19 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2.2k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers, angst

rating: pg

warnings: liddol nabi missing oc :(

summary: the one where traditions are broken.

a/n: want a cookie now

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08| 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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"Nabi, what's wrong?"

Jungkook turns his head to his baby when Nabi's little whimpers reach his ears.

While Jungkook pushes the pram in front of him, Sora insisted on carrying Nabi in her arms.

Nabi was about to doze off, taking her first nap in the morning but now she is wailing and throwing a tantrum in Sora's embrace.

She's been fussy a lot lately. Jungkook didn't know what was going on until he sat down on his couch one evening with a whimpering Nabi on his lap, determined to find the answer to his baby's problems online. It took him no more than five minutes on his laptop to figure out that Nabi had started teething.

He had found a list of symptoms and nodded every time a sign of teething matched Nabi's behaviour in the last few days.

Your baby might drool more -  Only then did Jungkook notice how often he had wiped Nabi's drooling mouth lately.

Their gum is sore and red where the tooth is coming through - Jungkook had scrutinised Nabi's gums - her little doe eyes watching him curiously, probably wondering what her silly dad is up to again - and yep, her bottom gums were indeed a little redder than usual.

They're gnawing and chewing on things a lot - Jungkook had noticed Nabi chewing on random things, but he had assumed that this was just a thing that babies do at a certain age.

They're not sleeping very well - Nabi kept Jungkook awake at night and as a result of her fretfulness he was forced to let Nabi sleep in his bed. He didn't mind though.

He likes sleeping with his baby next to him.

And that's how he found out that Nabi is teething. Multiple times a day he checks her bottom gums to see if a tooth is already showing. Jungkook is excited, although he has to admit it's a little scary how fast Nabi is growing. He wants her to stay this small forever.

"Do you think she's hungry?" Sora asks, stroking Nabi's hat-clad head with her hand.

It's still early in the morning. Jungkook wanted to go for a walk with Nabi before he has to go to work.

"It's too early for her next meal." Jungkook stops at a red light. He extends his arms. "Give her to me." While Jungkook does want Nabi to come used to Sora, he doesn't want to see his baby crying when she's in her arms. Nabi feels much more comfortable with Sora than she did at the beginning, but sometimes she doesn't want to be near Sora  at all.

When Nabi is in Jungkook's hold her whines subside a little. "Hm? What's wrong my baby?" he coos. She is looking up at him through her glassy eyes. "Huh? Tell dada what it is that you're missing." The only response Jungkook receives is Nabi's tiny mouth quivering in a pout.

Jungkook doesn't like seeing Nabi upset. And what he hates even more is not being able to help her. He has noticed Nabi's grumpiness before she started teething. Jungkook knows that sometimes, she's not whining about her tooth breaking through the gums but because she misses you.

He used to always be able to calm Nabi down, no longer how long it took him, eventually she always stopped crying. One night though, Nabi was throwing a big tantrum. Jungkook had tried everything but she kept on wailing and screaming. And then, in a desperate search for finding something to soothe her, an idea occurred to him. So he rummaged in his wardrobe and found a t-shirt that you had left here. He wrapped it around Nabi and (to his surprise) she became quiet within seconds and fell into a peaceful slumber afterwards.

Jungkook found himself snuggled up in his bed at night with Nabi and a piece of your clothing more often than he would like to admit.

He knows it's his own fault that you're not in his life anymore, he really does, but you haven't given him time to explain himself either.

It's been a week, and though you told him not  contact you, he did anyway. Jungkook knows it's stupid, but he wakes up every morning with that little spark of foolish hope that you texted him back.

He didn't want to hurt you likes this. Never intended to. All he wanted was to decide what's right for his baby. But it seems he has made the wrong choices again.

When the traffic lights turn green, Sora takes over the pram. "Shall we sit somewhere inside?" She cranes her neck towards he sky. "I think it's going to rain."

"Where'd you want to go?" Jungkook asks as he adjusts Nabi's hat.

"You haven't had coffee, right?"

"Yeah, we could-" just as he's about to suggest a place to grab some breakfast, Jungkook feels a couple raindrops pelting down on him.

He bends down to put Nabi in the safety of the pram, but as soon as she's no longer close to Jungkook, Nabi starts whining again.

"Yah," he scolds her. "Do you wanna get wet?" He still picks her up again, holding Nabi close to his chest and protects her tiny body with his arms. "What a clingy baby you are," he mumbles into her cheek, briefly pressing a smooch on her chubby cheeks. "I won't tolerate your behaviour any longer. You're gonna sleep in your own bed tonight, Nabi." Her eyes, which resemble his own, are fixed on Jungkook. "Don't look at me like that. You gotta learn how to be a big girl." Nabi babbles something. "I know it's hard, but daddy didn't buy the crib for nothing."

"Jungkook," Sora calls him. He didn't realise how far ahead she was while he was busy goofing around with Nabi. "Let's stay here until it stops raining."

Jungkook follows Sora with big strides. He doesn't realise where she's leading them until he's standing right in front of the entrance of the coffee shop.

The coffe shop you work in.

Oh, shit shit shit shit.

Jungkook hesitates, looks down at Nabi and then at Sora.

"Jungkook it's gonna start pouring soon. I don't wanna stand in the rain. C'mere," she says and struts into the café with the pram.

Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Jungkook closes his eyes for a second, prays to the gods of hope that you're not working right now. And then he quickly follows Sora.

The coffee shop is busy. They're still a few free tables but the queue at the cash desk is long.

"I'll find us a table," Sora says.

"Take her with you." This time Nabi doesn't whine when Jungkook hands her over to Sora. She just looks back at Jungkook with her big eyes, begging him to take her in his arms again. "What do you wanna eat?"

Sora ponders for a second. "That cookie you always get." And then she leaves to find a free table.

As Jungkook walks up to the queue he get a glimpse of you behind thr cash desk. Luck was not on his side today. It has never been.

Although he is anxious, he can't help but feel a sense of joy spreading through his stomach when he sees you.

You look so pretty in the white shirt and black apron. Smiling at every costumer as you take their orders.

Jungkook wonders if the last week has been easy for you. You look happy, at ease. While he nearly texted you every day, it seems like you didn't even give him a thought.

The closer he gets to his turn, the more the anxiety in him doubles.

When he lets his gaze wander over the coffee shop to see where Sora is his eyes meet two grannies who are smiling at him. He politely smiles back and somehow that short, but cute interaction is enough to make him feel calmer.

When it's Jungkook's turn to order, the smile on your face fades.

Jungkook swallows. Wants to scream I'm sorry, I know I fucked up, please forgive me? And hug you so tight to let you know he's never going to let you go again.

But then you say, "how can I help you?" and it throws him off guard because he didn't expect you to pretend like he's a stranger. You raise a brow when he doesn't answer you.

Jungkook clears his throat. "Two double chocolate cookies and one caramel frappucino, please," he rattles off the familiar order.

You blink at him. "Jungkook," you say.

You're just saying his name and Jungkook's skin heats up. He has missed you. More than he thought.

"I don't want a cookie," you continue, speaking slowly as if you can't believe how ridiculous Jungkook is acting right now.

"I meant one - I want one cookie, I'm sorry. Not two." He is used to saying two. He's always ordered two. You look a little confused so Jungkook stupidly, really fucking heedlessly adds, "It's not for you." somehow thinking that would make it any better. But as soon as the words leaves his lips he knows it was a mistake.

You cock your head, looking even more confused. And then he sees how your eyes wandering over the costumers, and again he prays to the gods of hope that you won't find Sora.

"Y/n," he says, trying in vain to draw your attention to him.

Your eyes linger on one particular spot for a a few seconds. You gulp and turn your gaze back to Jungkook. He sees the hurt in your eyes and he bites the inside of his cheek as guilt spreads through his whole body. Jungkook doesn't like seeing you upset. And what he hates even more is that he's the cause of it.

"Anything else?" The blank expression remains on your face.

"Can we talk?" Jungkook asks, ignoring your question. "Just for two minutes? Please?"

"You're holding up the queue." Is all you say.

Jungkook pays with his card. "Can you at least answer my texts?" He probably looks just as desperate as he sounds. "I miss you," he confesses while looking into your pretty eyes and he hopes you'll say something that'll ease the pain that's been rooted deep in his heart since he fucked everything up so badly. 

But you don't. You say nothing.

You avert your gaze on a customer behind Jungkook and that's when he realises how utterly he has messed things up. You've never been able to look into Jungkook’s eyes and ignore him. No matter how mad you were at him. Not once in all the years of your friendship.

You're done with him. You've already said it last week. But back then he didn't want to believe the meaning of your words. He thought he could somehow win back your trust, because he never wanted to hurt you. But now, when he looks into your eyes, he realises the seriousness of the situation.

They're unrelenting and intransigent. No longer looking at him with the softness and love you had always reserved for him.

And Jungkook isn't sure if he can make your eyes sparkle with love for him again this time.

~

You swallow back the sob building in your throat.

Have been for a few minutes now.

Your voice sounds unsteady and shaky when you speak to customers.

You didn't expect to see Jungkook here. You never thought he'd ever dare to visit the coffee shop. Especially with Sora.

Ignoring his calls and texts were one thing. But keeping it together in front of Jungkook was so fucking hard. All you wanted to do was cry and scream at him to leave. But you had to keep it together.

You don't know where Jungkook is. You didn't dare to look at the table where you saw Sora sitting with Nabi. Thinking of her bouncing Nabi on her lap and smiling at her makes you feel a twinge in your heart. You shouldn't feel this way. It's her mother after all.

The same sentence keeps replaying in your head.

It's not for you.

Cause how stupid did you have to be to actually believe the stupid cookie was for you? Of course it wasn't. Of course he visited the coffee shop because he wanted to have a nice morning with his family and not because he wanted to see you.

Just for a brief moment, your curiosity wins out and you glance to the side. It was only for a tiny second and yet your heart feels like it's going to break apart.

They're the perfect little family.

Nabi sits on Jungkook's lap, mesmerised by the tattoos on his arm and brushes her hand over them. Sora sitting across from Jungkook, smiling as she talks. Jungkook nods as he listens, his coffee already empty.

Sora got everything you ever wanted by doing nothing for it. You lost everything you ever wanted by giving your best for it.

And you think it's not fair, but then Nabi comes to mind and you think that's how it should've been from the beginning. Sora should be here instead of you.

You force the tears from your eyes as you rudely close the cash register and take the new customer's order.

You'll continue to work as if nothing had happened.

You just gotta be careful not to look at that particular table because you don't want to see Jungkook again.

If you really think about it, you never want to see Jungkook again.

[heartfulselkie]

WIP Game

Thanks @coffeebanana and @rosie-b for the tag, and thank you @kasienda for coming up with this new game!

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

WIP TITLES

So I'm kind of cheating a bit with my choices here I guess since I have a lot of ideas but not so many actual active WiPs. So some of these aren't actually stuff that has been posted (or not posted in fic form) but they're all what my rodent brain is rotating right now.

Bell the Cat - Ladyblanc Knight AU. Enemies to Reluctant Allies to Lovers. Plenty of angst and trauma to be had in this one!

2. Sad Machine - Not currently available. I'm attempting aiming to have the fic more or less completed before I start posting. Futurist/Cyberpunk-type AU. No Miraculous but there's a dash of vigilantism and mysterious happenings to solve. And some questionable ethics (thanks Gabe).

3. Porceline Girl - Emonette and Badrien (post Paris Special) Oneshot that I'm hoping to finish soon. They're just angsty teens trying to figure out what is love how to be around each other.

4. Kaleidoscope - (not currently a posted fic so link leads to my tumblr tag) Kwami Swap AU with a dose of amnesia! Love Square is a mess in this with a Reunioned Ghostbug trying to solve all the problems. Adrien needs a coffee and a nap. Tikki needs a drink.

5. Citrus and Lavender - Enemies to Lovers AU with Chat Noir being deceived into being on Hawk Moth's side from the very beginning. The kids need therapy and Gabriel needs jail.

UPCOMING

There's is so much I'm looking forward to with Bell the Cat, but with the upcoming chapters I'm excited about introducing some more characters into this world! And of course all the Ladyblanc banter to be had!

2. This is my little pet project at the moment that I am slow roasting in the microwave. There are so many things that I am foaming at the mouth for that I want to just spit the fic out onto ao3 already but I'm trying to go slow with this one.

3. I'm just excited to feed myself more Toxigriffe, even if its in Adrinette form. I have so many ideas for these two but this oneshot is the closest to being finished. I'm excited to have it done (soon! hopefully!)!

4. Another one that's been slow roasting for a bit. I'll admit I'm still undecided with how I want to post this - do I go full fanfic on ao3 with it? Or a webcomic-style on tumblr? Perhaps a hybrid of both? I normally go with writing for longer stories, but this AU really got its interest and following through my random comics of it. It's exciting to think about my options as I could really challenge myself with it (even if opting for a more webcomic style is terrifying in its own way).

5. We're finally reaching the point in the story where Ladynoir are trying to transition from stalwart enemies to shy and unsure partners. All sides of the love square are standing on bambi legs right now as things are very new and scary - but at least they'll slowly learn they have each other to lean on!

I think most of my usual victims have been tagged already - so consider this an open invitation to anyone who wants to do it! I'm tagging you! Yes, you!

[lloydfrontera]

what do you think llojavi's child will be? I love reading your hc.

mmhhh i never really stopped to think about it tbh! kid fics aren't really my go-to and i'm terrified of having children myself so it's not something i tend to explore with my ships

but if i had to have a hc for them... i think they'd have a lot of children. all of them adopted.

it just makes sense for them as characters imo! they are both deeply compassionate individuals who know what it's like to lose both parents and know how much it means to be brought in to a loving family. they know.

they wouldn't be able to come across a child who needs what they received at one point and look away.

that plus lloyd is an only child, he always wanted a little sibling and was absolutely delighted to get julian, i think once he gets over the instinctual fear of "oh god what the fuck am i doing i don't know how to be a father" and is more comfortable in his role as parent he wouldn't be able to resist the idea of having a bunch of kids running around their home. i'm thinking maybe four. probably six. no more than eight.

but. i do think the first kid would be javier's fault.

in one of those rare occasions he's not glued to lloyd's side, he'd go out to run some errands or something and then come back with a semi-terrified look on his face and a far-too-small-for-their-age kid in his arms.

lloyd just,,, stares at them for a little bit before taking the kid and charge of the situation. he's never really had any experience with kids but they're just,,, people. in tiny. he knows people, he can work with that. his friendly and straightforward demeanor immediately wins over the child, making him relax and open up in a way that javier's warm but stilted demeanor weren't quite able to.

i'm thinking a four or five year old, just to really hammer down the parallels between javier and him. very tiny. with dark hair and dark eyes. the kind of features that don't really stand out in a crowd.

i think the two of them would think it's just something temporary, just until they find someone more suitable to raise a kid, a good family that could take him in.

neither of them really mentions the idea of keeping the child, at first because it's not even a possibility but then as the weeks pass by because they're just too wary of disrupting the routine they unconscionably created and actually having to take a decision about it.

but then one morning javier looks over during breakfast and there's lloyd pilling all sorts of food into the kid's plate, chatting him up the entire time, playfully teasing him into eating everything he can, the two of them very solemnly haggling and bargaining over just how many vegetables he has to eat in every meal and a wave of pure love and affection rushes through him and he realizes that. oh. he wants this to last forever.

he doesn't mention it tho. he knows lloyd has always talked about having an easy, relaxed life, free of any concerns and burdens. and raising a child is not an easy responsibility. spending the rest of his life at lloyd's side already feels like more than he deserves, he won't selfishly asks for more than lloyd is willing to give.

he will just enjoy however long this lasts and hope the separation won't hurt as much as he's bracing himself for.

meanwhile lloyd caught javier with the kid on top of him napping on a sunbeam like two weeks ago, both of them completely sprawled out and dead to the world, except when they unconsciously moved to chase the moving sunlight and then he immediately decided he was gonna keep this. them. all of it.

he already reached his limit on how many times he can lose his family. he's no longer letting anything else keep him from hoarding his loved ones like a dragon with their treasure.

and he's terrified to admit it but the pipsqueak has already burrowed his way into his heart and now heaven help the soul that tries to take him away from lloyd. he's not above biting.

that's precisely why he doesn't bring it up with javier because,,, he really doesn't know what would happen if javier isn't on board with the plan. he's not selfish enough to make a decision like this for the both of them but he really doesn't think he can give the kid up anymore.

so he just. doesn't say anything. he continues with the routine they've made and hopes time will be enough to make javier fall for the child the same way lloyd did already.

and then this goes on for a couple weeks because these two are terrible and i love them for it. but this is like. not great. it actually kind of really sucks for them but also for the child

it all comes crashing down when the poor kid breaks down on them at some point because someone told him they were giving him away and, hey, turns out, not telling a child who's been left on the streets to survive by himself what's the plan for them because you're too busy worrying your partner won't be on board with keeping him is not a great idea! because he's gonna be lowkey fretting about what will happen to him and ultimately freak out at the slightest suggestion that he's being abandoned again! who would've thought!

they both immediately try to comfort him but they can't get to the bottom of his fears and actually give him reassurance because they don't know if they can promise him anything because they don't know what the other is thinking.

that is until they make eye contact in the middle of comforting him and it's one of those perfect moments where they're in total sync and can have entire conversations with just one look. and they realize how stupid they've been. because of course the other also wanted the same thing. of course they would want to give this child the very same thing they've received from their loved ones. how could've they ever doubted that.

after that is just really a matter of convincing the kid that of course they're not giving him away, he's staying right there with them, they can be his family now if that's what he wants. which isn't really hard because apart from this one communication issue they have actually been pretty good improvised parents to the squirt. and now that they know for sure they will be his parents forever, they try even harder to be better.

so that's how they adopt their first child.

i could go into detail about the rest of the kids are adopted but. that would make for an even longer post and this is already way more than i wanted to write askjhdkss

this is,,, really not what you asked for but it's what came out when i sat down to answer this ask, so like. i hope you still like it nonnie and i'm really sorry 〒▽〒

[iron-strangers]

tell us moooore about the mudhorn babies!!!

Yes! Yesyesyesyes, ask me more about the babies!💞

The babies are a part of my Dad!Mand'alor!Din x Jedi!Reader series called Expanding Clan Mudhorn

Grogu no longer hangs in Din's bag/carrier, he's now riding with Mirshka in her little backpack.

Grogu is now enrolled in a space kindergarten and the fridge is full of the drawings he brings home from school.

He's also been terrorizing the frog population in the pond behind their home.

Grogu's first word is buir and Din isn't shy to admit that he BAWLED.

The kids can see the old Mand’alor's force ghosts. Aranar is Jaster Mereel's favorite, Mirshka is Tarre Vizsla's.

Aranar once stole the darksaber and he messed up the ignition, cutting half of his hair. He wears helmets everywhere for two weeks.

Just like Din, Aranar is not painting his armor.

Mirshka wants a vod'ika for her life day present (Din is encouraging her).

She wants her vod'ika to be called tra'cyuur.

"No, Din, I don't care if she sulks, we're not naming our baby 'blaster'."

You and Din finally settled on Kote, and Kote is perfect. Kote is a sweet baby who can never do wrong.

Aranar is three years older than Mirshka. Mirshka is two years older than Kote.

The Djarin genes are way too strong and the babies looks exactly like their buir.

Aranar always wins the sword-fight sparring sessions.

Mirshka is very strong in the living force, she even befriended the Mythosaur under the Living Waters of Mandalore.

Kote is the best shooter out of the four kids. Aranar has known no peace since his brother started shooting nerf-gun around the house.

Boba teaches Aranar to swear. Aranar then teaches Mirshka. Rid'ika threatens everyone that she will go dark if Kote started to swear too.

Din is Mirshka's favorite person in the whole galaxy.

Rid'ika is Aranar's.

Kote and Grogu baby talks to each other. No one knows what they're talking about, yet the two babies are giggling like a couple of maniacs.

Fenn'buir would steal the kids away and return them all muddy and smelly, much to your chagrin. At least they always sleep soundly after roughhousing with their ba'buir (grandfather).

One time, Din finally said "fuck this" and gave the darksaber to an eight years old Aranar. The boy led the court for one day (with your guidance, of course) while Din played hooky and took the rest of the kids flying all over Mandalore.

Aranar gave the council a fourty five minutes nap break. With just one day of ruling, Aranar is now known as Mand’alor the Kriffing Best.

Din was then banished to the couch for two days.

Thank you for this anon, this is the most fun I've had since writing this series. I hope you love the kids! 💞

Questions and requests are always open!

[pokemoncryptids]

Pelipper mail!

[Oh! It's a letter from Polaris!]

"Dear Delta,

Hello :)

I did promise that I would send you letters while I was away! This is going to be the first one.

Sinnoh is nice, just as cold as I remember. Probably worse since we’re up north. Had to buy Bird a new puffer jacket haha.

The best part about being back in Sinnoh is all the snacks I missed. You just can’t get Manapua and Onigiri in Johto like you can in Sinnoh. Or at least as far as I know, I haven’t been looking overly hard…an adventure for later!

The sanctuary is doing well! I went and visited Theta while Bird was taking a nap in the office, and she’s starting to really settle in. She’s much less skittish, and came right up to me for a sniff when I said hello. Of course, having a litter of adopted sneaslet kits doesn’t hurt either. Did I tell you that we're naming the sneaslet kits after the letters in the Greek alphabet too? There are five kits so they're going to be named: Gamma, Epsilon, Zeta, Iota, and Psi. If we ever get a shiny I’ll name it after you haha.

….I’m trying not to let Bird see it, but something has been itching at me since being back at Sinnoh. I don’t like it. It’s not like- the danger sense. I know you’re looking after the not kids so that does soothe me. But something is like- settled??

It’s Spring in Sinnoh right now, and the second we got off the plane there was a Sunshower. I think it’s Her. Enamorus, I mean. I feel- more here. Something. I feel something. It’s hard to put a finger on it. I’ll figure it out eventually.

I guess one perk at least is that people know me here. Did you know our neighbors back in Johto think I’m a cryptid? Andrea told me that. They think I’m some sort of spirit. It’s a bit funny. The bakeries and shops know my order here and let me get away with getting samples for Bird to try. Of course is also bad that people know me here. The paparazzi are fucking hounds Delta. Sigh.

Hm. I should take you to Sinnoh sometime. I mean, you’ve probably already been to Sinnoh, but there’s a lot that I think you haven’t experienced, especially without me as your tour guide haha. It’s very spiritual here, especially in and around the temple areas up north. There’s a guy who hand carves and paints palm-sized idols of Gods for pocket altars. I know you have the big altar, but I did commission an idol of Suicune for you anyway. I also got you a blue patterned kerchief to wrap her in when she’s done. I commissioned one of Enamorus as well, for good measure, although that one will take longer since he’s never made one of her before. Forgotten God and all that.

The spring air really is nice here. Crisp. Cool. Don’t get me wrong, I miss home, but it’s so warm in the house all the time cause the not kids aren’t built for the cold like I am.

Oh! And! For the record. The Suicine Idol isn’t the only thing I got for you. Mwahaha! You will simply have to wait and find out about that one though.

Sending you love and energy!

-Polaris"

[A letter was sent in response]

Hello Polaris.

It would be cruel of me not to sent a response, as my migranes have been too bad for me to take up any kind of commission work lately. I've mainly been living off savings from my readings. Don't worry. I'll scrape by, but hey. Now I have all the time in the world to respond to you.

I've actually never been to Sinnoh before.

I'm glad to hear Theta is well. I think about her a lot.

Not sure how to feel about having a pokemon named after me.

Maybe your danger senser has been going off because I haven't been over a lot to look after them. In my defense. Tari kicks me out whenever I come over unless I hide somewhere else in the house. I've been talking a lot to the blond haired boy, he's much calmer than the rest. Much more reasonable.

People have spoken to me about the strange sounding Unovan who follows the red head teen around. I have assured them that you are a tired tired guy, who wants nothing to do with magic or curses or being chosen at all.

Thank you for the gifts. I'm sorry I can't reciprocate.

All I can give you is this letter, and my well wishes.

I love you, as always.

-Delta.

[oceangirl24]

Incorrect Quotes

I started this yesterday and got hopelessly sidetracked doing it and never made a post.

Honestly, I'm glad now I didn't because I really needed the laugh tonight.

Onto the game.

@writingpotato07 tagged me for this. I am so thankful that you did. You have no idea how much this game has helped me.

Rules: Use this generator to generate incorrect quotes and tag people!

Tagging: @mikaharuka, @lena-hills @hylianjo @tsunderewatermelon

@bleepbloopbotz and anyone who wants to join in the laughs

What gets me about these is how accurate they were for the characters the majority of the time.

I chose my MCs: Jon and Audrey, and Jon, Shawn, and Audrey. There are so many good ones, but here are my favorites. And there are a lot!

Jon: Audrey and I are so close we even share a toothbrush. 

Audrey: We what?

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Audrey: *watching the squad's shenanigans with concern* Do you feel like this has gotten out of hand? 

Jon: I don't know. Feels normal enough for a group that's on 911's blocked callers list. 

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Jon: Audrey, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason. 

Audrey, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than their size: Spooky. 

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Audrey: Is Shawn always like this when he loses?

Jon: Oh, yes. You should've been there for the Great Jenga Tantrum of 2015.

Shawn: You bumped that table and you know it!

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Audrey: Sometimes I like to place my hands on someone’s cheeks, look into their eyes... 

Audrey: ...And violently jerk their head until it snaps. 

Jon: ...That took an unexpected turn. 

Shawn: So did their neck. 

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Jon: So, Shawn is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night. 

Audrey: Why? 

Jon: Because I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row. 

Shawn, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass. 

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Shawn: Is this your plan B? 

Jon: Technically, this is plan P. 

Shawn: Plan P? Is there a plan M? 

Jon: Yes, but I marry Audrey in plan M. 

Audrey: I like plan M. 

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Audrey: I really like Eminem. 

Shawn: I prefer skittles. 

Jon: She's talking about the rapper. 

Shawn: Why would she eat the wrapper? 

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Shawn: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare. 

Audrey: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great. 

Shawn: Not when you’re playing with Jon, it’s not. He puts words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog.” 

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Shawn: You know what bothers me? Bats. Why can bats fly? 

Jon: Not again! 

Shawn: No. Seriously, who gave them the right? They're mammals! Mammals walk on land, no exceptions. 

Audrey: Just wait until you hear about whales. 

Shawn: What now? 

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Shawn: When will Ted himself...finally show up to the talk? 

Audrey: The final boss. 

Jon: You guys know TEDtalks stands for technology, entertainment, and design talks, right? 

Shawn: I will not let Ted hide behind these lies any longer! 

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Jon, at Audrey: Would you like to stay for dinner? 

Shawn, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?! 

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Shawn: Hey, Audrey you're smart, tell me what would happen if I chugged 3 gallons of chloroform. 

Audrey: Have you ever been to a mortuary? 

Shawn: Yea, my grandma lives there. 

Jon: That is the worst response to that question. 

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Audrey: Self-care is stuff like taking a bubble bath or putting on a lot of make up if you like that or taking a nice warm nap and stuff like that basically. 

Jon: Self-care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. self-care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. self-care is the fear in your enemies' eyes. 

Shawn : Self-care is stealing someone's birthday cake just to eat the frosting. 

Jon: If you touch my birthday cake, I’ll make you eat your hands. 

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Rugrats, anyone???

Audrey: Jon, what are you doing?

Jon: Making chocolate pudding.

Audrey: It's four in the morning, why are you making chocolate pudding?

Jon: Because I've lost control of my life.

Jon: Here's your pudding, Shawn.

Shawn: Oh that's okay, I'm not hungry anymore.

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Shawn, to Audrey: …And I need you and Jon to help, and by "help" I mean "do everything."

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Audrey: I have a bad feeling about this…

Shawn: What do you mean?

Audrey: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?

Shawn: No?

Jon: That actually explains so much.

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Shawn: I think we should have glow stick juice injected in our bones when we're born, so if we break our bones, we get a fun little surprise.

Jon: What's the surprise?

Audrey: Blood poisoning.

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Shawn: I don't like bugs. Jon, are you even listening to me? Jon: I seem to have misplaced my ant farm.

Shawn, at Audrey: MOOOOOM!

[theweirdhybrid]

Have you heard of movie saiyuki 1960 wukong (if not you can find it on YouTube just put saiyuki 1960 if you want)

I do wonder how the wukongs would react to him since he does not seem to be even a hundred years old, and was not even trap under the mountain(whatever it was) for even hundred years, and didn't take that long to complete his journey (kinda all assumptions seeing how not much time seem to have passed in the movie)

Yes I've heard of it! Your ask is what motivated me to actually watch it!

Rin Rin is adorable and I love her, she deserves the world <3

As much as I would love to add Goku and Rin Rin to the Canonverse, the cast is already big enough as it is. But that doesn't mean I can't add them as a permanent addition to the Skitverse >:) (note: Skitverse doesn't have a plot and never will, but it will still get things like this from time to time)

I'd say from the looks of things Goku (Saiyuuki!Wukong) would be around five or six years old, maybe ten. And compared to the others, he'd be the weakest, though that doesn't mean Goku is weak on his own, he's plenty strong, just not on the level of the others.

The only real indication we get of time passing over a span of years in Saiyuuki is when Rin Rin tells Goku that the chestnut tree had born fruit five times since he'd been away, which indicates he'd been gone five years. So, by that evidence, he just barely hits the age a normal monkey would've matured. I'd say only a few months passed since Goku started and completed his Journey, since I doubt Rin Rin would've been bedridden from the cold for years and survived, let alone been able to walk after years of muscle decay.

Now, how these guys would actually react to this is honestly up for debate, buuuut I'm of the belief the vast majority of Wukong's are doting towards their subjects, and in the original text the monkey subjects refer to him as "Grandfather Sun" so...

They would react to him in three stages.

One: They can't get over how incredibly tiny he is. Sure, he's the normal height for a monkey, but that means he's the size of a human toddler. In short, he just barely matches Liuer's height. Liuer barely reaches Dasheng's waist. So at first they try very hard not to baby him because "That is so incredibly rude he's the same age as us he's just short he is not a child" and then they learn his age

Two: The moment it comes out that he's five years old any concept of treating him like an adult is thrown out the window. Oh you want to go outside? Well I'm coming with you! I'd be a monster to let a monkey as young as you wander the mountain alone. Have you eaten anything today Goku? Don't answer that I got you dinner- Cue a lot of babying and carrying poor Goku around, he doesn't get to go anywhere without Adult Supervision. They hold him like a baby monkey, and he's super pissed about it but he's not helping his case when he clings to them like a baby monkey does.

Three: Goku gets fed up with the babying and screams at all of them to stop treating him like a damn child! He's a king! Fuck off! They actually respect this, though that shouldn't be surprising. But now they're treating him like an adult and he's no longer getting carried around, and when he says he's going outside they just tell him to have fun and oh, he never realized how boring it is to play outside by himself. Hm. The only good part is meal time, since they all eat together. But he's now very lonely and he doesn't know how to feel about it. But he's an adult! So he does what any respectable adult would do: doesn't communicate his problems. When Dasheng was reading something on the couch, Goku walked over and climbed up his legs to settle on his chest and take a nap. Dasheng, of course, is a thousand years old and faced the armies of heaven with a yawn, so he of course tries very hard not to cry from how adorable that was. Goku does this with anyone who dares to lay on their back, and when he wants to play he just grabs whoever's closest to him by the hand and drags them outside. He is, after all, the least traumatized of the group and the youngest, so he hasn't quite left his childhood behind. He will in time, but for now he enjoys his childhood while he can.

[booksandchainmail]

Pale 5.1

oh good he's not making us read a chapter from the point of view of the conspiracy theorist (yet)

... or i guess that could just be these extra materials

bleh. Interesting way of painting a picture of her though. Thinking about the true crime aspect of her video's, the "wouldn't it be great if there was something fucked up here" vibe

what's up with the animals? Not sure who would do that in Kennet, doesn't seem like how anyone's magic normally works. Goblins I guess? Nervous about the livestreaming, none of the Kennet Trio should have their faces out there, even just for mundane reasons

“Do you really think you’re going to stay awake longer than me?” Lucy asked.  “Every time you sleep over, you sleep in.” “‘Cause it’s cozy and low-stress.”

I wonder how Verona normally sleeps at home?

“I wouldn’t move if I could help it.  If it meant you could nap, I wouldn’t,” Verona said. She sounded so serious.

I'm not sure Lucy fully processes how much their friendship means to Verona? They're very close, and it means a lot to both of them, but for Lucy its best friend who she grew up beside, whereas for Verona it seems to have been the only good thing in her life for a while. Most of the time they're at normal levels of friendship, but every so often Verona will get serious and the intensity will skyrocket.

“What if I, like, became a cat, and stayed a cat for most of the time?” Verona asked.  She looked skyward, up at the stars.  “You could keep me around, and every day could be a bit like those days were.  And if you got sick of me, you could dump me on Avery?” “You might be at Avery’s a lot then,” Lucy joked. Verona looked at her, unsmiling, and in the gloom it took Lucy a second to see that Verona looked stung. No, not stung. Wounded.

yeah :( Lucy read this as joking around, but Verona was trying to casually bring up what she sees as her best possible future. Bringing up Avery here was I think mainly a way to not make too many demands on Lucy.

“And you being a full-time cat is the answer to that?” Lucy asked.  “I’m… I’m not connecting the thought.” “Throwing an idea out there,” Verona said, very quiet, almost inaudible. “You don’t really want the cat thing, do you?” Lucy asked. Verona was silent, staring up at the stars.

... she does. And Lucy is right now the biggest reason why she isn't going for it. Verona's been thinking about this for a few arcs, she's started research, and the stumbling point keeps being that Lucy wants them to grow up together. I don't know where this is going to go! I think they need to actually talk about this, because Lucy needs to see how serious Verona is about this, and Verona needs to explain her goals if she wants to keep being a part of Lucy's life as a potential cat. I don't think Lucy will approve of this, and I don't know if I agree with her or not. Regardless, from the book Verona read, it sounds like becoming an Other takes time and resources and decisions about what you want to become, so there's a delay built in to think it over. I think also Verona should spend more time away from home and more time at the school, to give her an idea of other futures she might be giving up.

“There’s a plan.  Maybe she has two girlfriends, not cheating or anything, but as an organized thing.  Or five.”

get it imaginary!Avery

“Cool.  Okay.  She’s athletic but I don’t think she’s five girlfriends athletic.” Verona laughed. “I didn’t mean that!” Lucy corrected.  She cleared her throat. 

don't worry Lucy, I parsed what you meant the first time through. Not surprised how Verona took it though

this sucks to say, but I don’t really feel like I know her.  I want to, but I’m not sure how

it just takes time, and they've only had a couple months

Verona ducked down, opened Lucy’s bag, and grabbed Lucy’s knife.  She held it by the leather sheath, then slapped the handle into Lucy’s hand.  Lucy pulled it free. “Booker’s torch,” she said. The forged blade ignited, gradually taking on a red heat.

oh that's sick. Lucy currently winning for aesthetic

“You’ve been doing the self-affirmation with glamour, right?” Lucy asked.

relieved to finally have confirmation the other two know about this

It was good, Lucy decided, that Verona wasn’t here, listening.  Verona… probably would have been on the same page, on a lot of those things.  Sympathizing to the point she stopped listening.

:[

Did Verona want out of that house that badly?  Was that it?  The quiet child and the domineering, self-indulgent tyrant? So badly she’d just give it all up? The chance of growing up together, graduating University together? Going through life milestones together? Tears welled in Lucy’s eyes. She would. She might. She could.

they need to find a way to get Verona out of her father's house

With our poor Guilherme, you took half of what he had.  Of his love story and mystery, he has only his mystery left.

is the mystery the Carmine Beast? And if so, does that mean once they solve it they lose Guilherme?

“Stop,” Maricica said, calm, as her arm was torn down to bone.  “You know this only gives me power over you.” “I don’t,” he started, mouth bloody and partially full. He swallowed and finished, “care.”

a particularly morbid application of eating faerie food.

[apexulansis]

SLEEP HABITS

NAME: Vsentis azet Ardaka (The Prodigal Hunter)

RESIDENCE: His ship is the most consistent 'residence' he has between verses, although it's more dilapidated when he's on Sigma Rhada and actually utilized a building as a home, which was an abandoned base (which kind of resembles a Vault from Fallout) in the planet's wilderness outside Neo Shousis.

TYPE OF BED: Traditional Kariian beds are more akin to comfortable pits than a mattress on a bed-frame so that is what he tends to prefer. A blanket pit, basically... Although, most of the blankets are actually fur pelts. He skinned them himself.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: At least ten. He does use them instead of a mattress generally speaking though, so.

NUMBER OF PILLOWS: Three to five. He bites them in his sleep. Sometimes he shreds them with his claws.

TYPE OF CLOTHING: Nothing. At most, when he has company, he has little caps that go over some of his his fangs / claws.

DO THEY SLEEP WITH COMPANY?: Generally no. Unless he has an active committed partner, then he does at least half the time. He'll still go off to curl up somewhere on his own though.

DO THEY SLEEP BETTER WITH COMPANY?: Mostly? If he's already really stressed or anxious, then no, he doesn't. Not unless he's calmed down first.

DOES IT MATTER WHERE THEY SLEEP?: Yes. If it's anywhere he doesn't register as a 'safe area', then he Will Not allow himself to sleep.

WHAT DO THEY DO IF THEY CANNOT FALL ASLEEP?: Meditate. Groom himself. Read. He most prefers to have his sleeping quarters have a window to look out of so when he can't sleep he can calm his mind by looking at the stars / wilderness / city.

FREQUENT DREAMS, NIGHTMARES: If he dreams, they're almost always memories, so... He would classify those as nightmares. Thankfully for him, he tends not to dream. It happens more frequently when stressed.

DEEP SLUMBER OR NAPS: Slumber. His friends and lovers joke that it's Hibernating for a reason. Ardaka tends to sleep for a week at a time, then stays awake for longer.

WHEN DO THEY SLEEP: During the height of day usually.

WHAT COULD WAKE THEM UP: Well, he does have four ears, and an amazing nose. A concerning noise or weird smell could wake him. It's pretty hard to actually get to him when he's sleeping, though, if he hasn't explicitly let you.

EARLY OR LATE RISER: Well... He is nocturnal. So. Late riser technically, but early for his standards, because he prefers being active at night. It's much quieter then, anyway.

The other two under the cut.

NAME: Zovariy azet Veris (The Superb Champion)

RESIDENCE: The Head-Hunter, their personal vessel. They don't like the idea of having a personal residence they cannot move at will.

TYPE OF BED: Kariian-style bed; a deep pit in a raised platform in their personal quarters, also aligned with pelts from personally slain beasts. It looks much neater and cleaner than Ardaka's, with black furs only. They are the sort of person to make their bed.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Not including the fabric-based liners, about half a dozen pelts.

NUMBER OF PILLOWS: They don't use pillows.

TYPE OF CLOTHING: Nothing or wearing their body-suit and little else. Very occasionally they will fall asleep wearing their mask. They forget it's there, sometimes. They have a black fur robe from their more vain days.

DO THEY SLEEP WITH COMPANY?: No.

DO THEY SLEEP BETTER WITH COMPANY?: No.

DOES IT MATTER WHERE THEY SLEEP?: Not really. Zovariy, of course, doesn't really want to sleep anywhere other than the Head-Hunter, but can they if need be? Yes. Zovariy could get themselves to sleep in pretty much any situation with any discomfort if they considered it a survival necessity. Which is kind of ironic, because they actually feel pretty restless a lot of the time when they're on the Head-Hunter and have the safety to let their mind wander.

WHAT DO THEY DO IF THEY CANNOT FALL ASLEEP?: Get up. Pace around. Depending on how restless they are, they may abandon their personal quarters to go to their study (basically where they blueprint / make smaller and more intricate mechanical devices, they'd have a whole other area for building things like mechs or vehicles)

FREQUENT DREAMS, NIGHTMARES: Nightmares. Unlike Ardaka, Zovariy wouldn't only have dreams of their memories. Their memories would influence things, but Zovariy would have pretty abstract, bizarre manifestations as they dream — things that correlate to how they feel in their life. (Which isn't great.)

DEEP SLUMBER OR NAPS: Slumber by the standards of most aliens. Naps by the standards of most Kariians. They may sleep for a day at a time, but this is nothing compared to the week-long sleeps their species commonly has.

WHEN DO THEY SLEEP: Whenever they want. Time of day doesn't matter because they're most likely in space so there is no day. They measure when they should sleep based on how long they've been awake. The way they view it would be pretty similar to how they need to charge devices. The sleep is the charging. (They find it annoying to keep up with.)

WHAT COULD WAKE THEM UP: Any noise out of place.

EARLY OR LATE RISER: Early by their standards because they can't ever seem to STAY asleep as long as they want to.

NAME: Evez etit Yeskiv (Guile and Fury)

RESIDENCE: Primarily nearly the entirety of Qar'Xezor Vezorin, the HQ of many of the Dominion's goings-on. She rules over all of it. There's an entire wing of it that is entirely her own, however, and functions as her 'home'. It is more than one bedroom, and includes trophy halls and other chambers for her various experiments. There also exists the Castle Yukariksias in the highest point of Zahhan'a-Zaar. Its stony walls are much different to the sleek minimalism of the HQ, and she generally prefers the latter.

TYPE OF BED: Also a giant pit, but obviously much, much larger than most others. A solid quarter or half of her personal chambers would be devoted to the sunken area that functions as her bed.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: A couple very large silk sheets. A few blankets all of varying materials. She has a few fur pelts as well, but mostly she really enjoys fabric using resources that are simply not available on Kariio. They're so exotic for her.

NUMBER OF PILLOWS: Many. Many many pillows. She really likes pillows.

TYPE OF CLOTHING: Nothing. She isn't even going to be conscious and do you know how much clothing is needed to cover her? What a waste.

DO THEY SLEEP WITH COMPANY?: She can. Occasionally she will do so with her consorts.

DO THEY SLEEP BETTER WITH COMPANY?: No. It doesn't make a difference for her.

DOES IT MATTER WHERE THEY SLEEP?: Yes. It did not once, as she had to make do with what she had, but now? Always her own personal quarters. Either on the HQ, or in the Castle Yukariksias.

WHAT DO THEY DO IF THEY CANNOT FALL ASLEEP?: Not an issue for her. If she wishes to sleep, she will sleep.

FREQUENT DREAMS, NIGHTMARES: Dreams. Hers are similar to Zovariy, but they are not manifestations of her fears and anxieties, but rather her very confident desires. Sometimes she also dreams about her twins killing her but that's neither here nor there. (To some degree, she probably considers that sort of prophetic. Inevitable.)

DEEP SLUMBER OR NAPS: Slumber. She Hibernates.

WHEN DO THEY SLEEP: When the moons align. Literally. When Rezaal and Gala (Kariio's two moons) align. Then she sleeps.

WHAT COULD WAKE THEM UP: Honestly, VERY little. The only time she's ever been able to be roused from her sleep with ease is when Vsentis and Zovariy were needy cubs. They could probably still wake her fairly easily, even now, but obviously that doesn't happen compared to how much it did when they were very young.

EARLY OR LATE RISER: Late. She's in no rush to get up.

[equustenebris]

Writing Masterpost

I needed a new masterpost :> Check out my AO3!

As always: if y'all have any prompt ideas you'd like me to take a crack at, please feel free to send 'em my way! My inbox is always open. I'll take any active fandom listed below. (No guarantees I will be able to finish anything, but if my time permits I will most likely take a stab at it! :>)

If you'd like to leave a request.....

I typically like soft, fluffy things, domestic focus, and a focus on the personal relationships between characters but I'm open to trying other things too.

My favorite FNaF characters: the Daycare Attendant (Sun and Moon, though tbh I prefer Sun a little more :>), Gregory, Chica, Freddy

My favorite ESO characters: Revus Demnevanni, Tiras Tirethi, Narsis Dren

I'd also consider writing for: Tales from the Borderlands, Dragon Age: Inquisition

Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach

Typically fluffy drabbles, focused on the Daycare Attendant with a strong slant towards pre-virus cuteness. The reader occasionally makes an appearance; some drabbles may be reader x DCA.

The Very Noisy Night - Moon hated thunderstorms. They were loud, distracting, dangerous for electronics of all sorts. But he didn't hate them as much as Sun. And putting Sun down for a "nap" overnight during a vicious storm proves a lot more difficult than the Naptime Attendant anticipated.

Hanging by a Threat - The Daycare Attendant is injured and on strict prescribed rest while they await their ordered replacement parts. But as the human handlers -- and Moon -- quickly discover, it's hard to dim a bright Sun.

Trimming Day - The reader shares a somewhat intimate moment with the Daycare Attendant when they arrive at the daycare just in time for "trimming day."

To Fight the Early Morning Maudlin-ing - Not long after being moved from theater duty to the daycare, Sun is adjusting to his new role but finds himself missing their theater days. Moon offers a bit of comfort to his brother.

Elder Scrolls Online

Revus Demnevanni-focused, with appearances from Tiras Tirethi, Narsis Dren, and potentially the Vestige.

[WIP] That Tedious Delusion - After the events of Giving Up the Ghost, much to everyone's surprise, Tiras elects to go on another excursion with Revus. But as the euphoria of his near-death experience wears off and reality sets in, Tiras quickly begins to wonder just what in Oblivion he was thinking, letting Revus drag him all the way to Bangkorai. But as they're both about to discover, that's the least of his problems.

[WIP] The Maelmoth Mysterium - Revus Demnevanni has always had the worst luck. At the outset of a new expedition for the Council of House Telvanni, he arrives to find that his assistants are delayed and Tiras is sick, leaving him to gather his research by himself. But when he strikes off on his own, he finds out just how bad his luck really is when he runs across the famous Narsis Dren. [A retelling of The Maelmoth Mysterium quest.]

Duckverse

I'm no longer writing Duckverse stuff unfortunately for some personal reasons, but you can check out my masterpost here (featuring Italian comics-verse Gyro Gearloose, Mad Ducktor, Newton Gearloose, and/or Copernicus and Cartesius Gearloose. Most fics are Gyro/Mads.): Duckverse Writing Masterpost

[fallen-gravity]

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.📡why is writing and sharing your writing important for fandom?🪄what is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic?🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

💥- find your least kudos’d fic - say something wonderful about it.

just answered that one right here!

📡why is writing and sharing your writing important for fandom?

because it's fun! because it's an expression of yourself! it's art!! humankind was meant to love and to create! humankind was meant to create things and love the things that others create and to express their love for those things by creating more things!!! it's one big circle of love.

I dunno how unpopular or popular this opinion is, but I've always considered written fics to be fanart the same way that drawings are. different methods, different amount of time consumption and skillset, but they're one in the same. fanart is the very thing that makes fandom a fandom and that includes writing!! they're all creative expressions of love!!

writing for fandom and sharing writing for fandom is important for fandom culture for the same reasons that drawing is! just as people have preferences for drawing specific characters/ships/scenarios, writers have their own preferences too! it's a great way to help you find and befriend likeminded people. even outside of people who ship the same things as you, there's nothing more validating than finding others who enjoy the same tropes as you. are you a genfic writer in a community that's heavily ship-based? instant kinship with the other gen writers. heavy angst and whump writer in a sea of tooth-rotting fluff?? there's always gonna be someone in the fandom just like you.

it's about love!! it's about kinship!! it's about having fun!!! I Will make i that deep!!!!

🪄 - what is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you’ve finished a fic?

I've gotten much better at this over the past few years, but I've found for me personally that the best thing for me to do as soon as I've posted a fic is to walk away from it. Log off of tumblr, log off of AO3, and do something else, cause otherwise I just know I'm gonna be refreshing the page staring at the kudos and comment count every five minutes otherwise. I'll usually do something that takes my mind off of the fic entirely, like playing Stardew Valley or turning my laptop off altogether and taking a nap or running outside with my dog for a bit. That's not because I dislike my work or never want to see it again, but I don't want to obsessively check the feedback before it even has time to leave my circle of friends.

Finishing multi-chapters all the way through are pretty rare for me, so in those cases I'll tend to affectionately scream at my friends and bounce around my room and listen to fun music. It's silly, but it's a big accomplishment to me, since I tend to struggle with the motivation to finish anything longer than a oneshot. Six whole chapters?? written so close together??? that's incredible!! I'm gonna celebrate!!! I'm gonna have fun with this!! I deserve a little treat!

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

Other than the standard fun and experience I get from it, I think I actually get a lot of social benefits out of it! I tend to struggle with reaching out and making new friends, so I think writing has really helped me build my confidence in reaching out and replying to others! I'm genuinely not even sure if I'd even have a discord account if not for my writing, because even though it wasn't a fic, the first discord server I've ever been invited to was through a tumblr DM over a long-winded theory post I'd written that someone were losing their mind over and they wanted to invite me to their server so I could scream about with them in the server too 🤣 it was genuinely such a confidence booster and even though I'm not even in said server anymore I'm really grateful for my time there

writing fun <3 writing gib friends <3 writing guud <3

fanfic writer asks!

[beloved-not-broken]

I asked God for a hug. I received kindness from strangers.

Before I drifted off for a five-hour nap today, I asked God for a hug.

I've been exhausted lately. Work is more draining than usual, and it's been getting harder and harder to reinforce my boundaries. I'm also still getting used to the new place, but mainly getting used to dealing with palmetto bugs and spiders. (Settling in hasn't been as easy as I wanted.)

It was 7 p.m. by the time I stepped out of the house. But first, I had to roll the trash to the curb. (Another thing I'm getting used to.)

That's when I met a couple of my neighbors. I'd seen them around, but hadn't had the time to chat. And if I'm being honest, I prefer to keep to myself. But this couple was lovely, and the husband mentioned that he's the neighborhood handyman - if I needed anything, I just had to reach out.

Feeling encouraged by the interaction, I headed to my car, hoping to make a quick stop for food. Instead, I ran into my other neighbors, who'd been the first to welcome me to the community.

We got to talking about work, boundaries, and God, and despite the heavy topics that we got into, I was again encouraged by the interaction. They're the neighbors that I always wanted to have.

Half an hour after I stepped out of my house, I got into my car to grab dinner.

I no longer live in a walkable neighborhood, so the nearest fast food place (McDonald's) is a 5-minute drive away. The wait wasn't too long, and the staff was pleasant. The guy who handed me my food even offered me a McFlurry that someone had probably forgotten.

That's when I broke down.

I hadn't realized how much negativity I'd soaked up until that moment. From being infantilized at work to hearing TikTok creators talk about being mistreated, so many circumstances have contributed to my negative outlook on the world. Those three positive interactions shattered me.

God has a tendency to show up in the mundane. And that, in my opinion, is far more impactful than a rare miracle. 💜

[jodilin65]

I was reading about how easy it is to meet people online these days compared to when I was young. I've often wished it had been this easy to meet other women back then, but at the same time, I'm glad it wasn't. Otherwise, I might never have met Tom. I know some people believe you're either gay or straight, but I don't think it's that black and white. Many have questioned how I could like a guy when I've been attracted to many women in my life. It's kind of like this: say your favorite color is red, and you're looking for a red dress. You find five that are appealing, but then you see a couple of green dresses, and one of those has everything you want, from style to price to comfort. Tom was that unique green dress. That's the best way I can explain it to anyone who doesn't have common sense. ;) I’ve been attracted to dozens of women in my life, but none of them have compared to Tom, especially in personality.

Speaking of hubs, I was a little annoyed last night because I lost a few hours of alone time when I had plans to do certain things I do better by myself. One of us with a wacky schedule is bad enough. However, the day he gives plasma tends to drain him, and he fell asleep early and woke up early. It turned out okay, though, because we had fun golfing, and then he went down for a nap for a few hours.

Some of the tiny houses I've seen pictures of that are right on the ocean are so cute. I joined a tiny house group on Facebook and even made a Pinterest board for them. I would never want to live in one unless I was single and didn't have much stuff, but they are adorable. The view is to die for no matter what you're living in. Anyway, maybe I will use Pinterest a little more often than I have been. I have nearly 23K pins!

I woke up super tired today because I woke up a few hours after crashing, needing to use the bathroom, and I couldn't get back to sleep for two hours. When I finally fell back asleep, I kept waking up. Then, I stupidly napped for a couple more hours. While this helped give me a little more energy, I've got to really try not to let my schedule jump ahead too much because I still have five days before my appointment, which is early in the morning.

For some reason, I thought I was having about 1600 calories a day. But for the last several days, I actually started counting them without limiting or changing how I eat, and I'm actually closer to 1100 to 1300. As a postmenopausal woman who no longer has the hunger of PMS or perimenopause, if I ate like this back when I had a normal thyroid/metabolism, I would definitely be skinny. In my 20s, I used to swear that all fat people stuffed themselves and anyone could lose weight. How I've learned my lesson!

I've been having tummy issues the last few days, and I'm wondering if I'm sensitive to Ezekiel bread. The research I just did suggests it certainly could be the cause.

At least I can still eat Chinese! I don't think I'll pick it up today, but I'm going to try a restaurant I picked out soon. I'm gonna start with their house platter and some beef fried rice.

I got my patchouli incense yesterday, along with the incense matches and my VR lenses. Not sure things are much clearer, though, because I swear the last eye doctor we saw gave me a bad prescription. I haven't used them enough yet to really make a judgment.

Leave it to Facebook to remove a post of mine from 2010. Really, guys, why now??? This was on my main account of course.

Finally, I came up with a good idea for the bedroom windows. They have these sticky foam tiles used for sound dampening. It's black foam and not a decorative textured vinyl tile with foam inside like what we're going to get for the walls. They're ugly, but the curtains would cover them. I decided we should put them on both the upper and lower panes of the back window and then stick them on the bottom pane of the front window. Then we'll take something with a little bit of flexibility so we can fit it in snugly yet remove it to open that window when we air the place out after bombing, and stick the tiles to that. Maybe a piece of cardboard just a little bigger than the pane or something like that.