#and it goes uncleaned for days because he’s not going to do it

[wacky-nameless-inventor-24]

hhhhhh okay so so far you know I’ve built Lord Gearloose (NGyro) up as a villain so far in the royalty au. He’s always been the “oh well who could’ve guessed” plot twist villain reveal anyway, and he’s almost treated that way by nearly all the characters in the story.

But not NFenton. He wouldn’t call himself friends with Gearloose, but they were close. They had a certain kind of communication built between each other created over years of surviving so close to NScrooge. They knew each other like no one else, they trusted each other, they are very prideful people yet always tried to hear each other out.

So I realized lately that having NGyro be the “called it!” twist really downplays just how much NFenton would be hurt by that betrayal.

[cheriladycl01]

hiya could you maybe write a Fernando x Reader one shot, where something happens between the two of them they get into a fight and Fernando gives the reader the silent treatment refuses to talk to them. Goes on for a few days and finally the reader cracks and is really upset and cries in front of Nando reader thinks he doesn’t love her anymore etc.. and they make up in the end.. as much as I want it angsty I do love the fluff in the end

The Silent Treatment - Fernando x Reader

Plot: You and Fernando get into a rare fight. It’s a big one though and you say something you didn’t really mean making Fernando give you the pouty silent treatment …

You and Fernando were like salt and pepper and butter and bread. You rarely argued and always got alone, if you did argue you both had effortless communication skills meaning that whatever happened was resolved pretty quickly.

But after a not so good race weekend for Fernando that you couldn't attend because you were halfway across the world singing for a collab bran deal you were doing and a stressful weekend for you creating content for this brand deal you were exhausted when you got him straight from the plane Monday night.

"Hey" you smile tiredly at Fernando who is sat on the sofa. You're so sleepy you don't even notice his sour look.

"What is this?" he demands looking around the house and you look over to him confused at his raised voice.

"What?" you ask and he gestures to the house, you look around and you could tell it was a little disorganized and messy than it usually was but not dirty or unclean.

"Sorry honey, but we've both been extremely busy this weekend! I left only a few hours after you. You came back before me" you giggle thinking he wasn't actually mad, but the minute he stood up starting to do everything himself in an overly aggressive way had you at a stand still. Like a deer caught in headlights. He'd never acted like this before. It must have been a really bad weekend.

"Baby, why don't you sit down. We're both tired and I can just do it tomorrow while you are on the sim!" you exclaim coming closer to him to try and pull his arm away from the clothes hamper he was currently putting stuff into.

"God, why wasn't any of this done before you left?" he asks with almost a glare and you are in shock.

You and Fernando never expected anything from one another, whether it was Sex, Chores, Help... nothing was expected at all. So why was he demanding this should have been done by you before you left.

"I guess I was just busy" you explain.

"Busy more like lazy" he mutters, which was true sometimes you did have a tendency to have home days off where you didn't do any chores or shopping and would just laze about, but every needed those kind of days... right?

"Alright says Mr Crash on turn 1, maybe you should be focusing more on racing than bothering me about stupid little things and you might actually win again!" you say in the heat of the moment.

You regret it almost straight away blubbering after trying to back track what you said but it had already all come out.

"Nando, I- I didn't mean that I'm so so sorry!" you exclaim, but he just walks off going into the spare bedroom shutting and locking the door behind him.

Tears fill your eyes as what you said really settles in. You start to make dinner for the both of you with scraps from the cupboards and whatever was in-date in the fridge. It ended up just a simple pasta and home made garlic bread.

"Nando?" you knock on the door to the guest bedroom hoping he might come out for some food. When he doesn't after a few minutes you sigh going back to the kitchen. You wrap up his food with some clingfilm, leaving it out on the plate to cool down while you go round the house doing all the bits that hadn't been done while you and Fernando hadn't been here.

They were just little bits, like the clothes and drying up and putting the blankets from the sofa away in their basket, hoovering and dusting the stairs. Small little jobs that weren't taking you long.

The more you thought about it, the worse you felt. You could have just done these jobs before you left it wouldn't have been difficult and it wouldn't have taken much time. You were just very stressed over the brand deal.

You went to bed feeling incredibly guilty. You tossed and turned the whole night not being able to sleep with your husband not cuddled up in the bed with you.

You woke up the next day, going straight to the shower trying to wash away all your emotions from the previous night ready to start on a clean slate with Fernando.

However, what you didn't expect was Fernando to be waiting outside the ensuite for you.

"Buenos Dias!" you smile at him, but he just brushes past you, ignoring your morning greeting to him.

And that's how it went for the rest of the day. He would just leave the house without saying anything, coming back sweaty and with his trainer. He would refuse to eat the food and drinks you made for him, making you have to double up whatever you made for lunch as your dinner so the food didn't go to waste.

You tried at ever opportune moment to try and talk to him but he kept on ignoring you. It was stressing you out, all of this silent treatment. Was he really being this petty.

But once it got to day 3 you'd had enough. You were practically pulling your hair out at the fact the he had said nothing. You were doubting yourself wondering if you were really that horrible of a person and that Fernando no longer loved you.

You were laying in bed when he came home, sobbing into the pillow that still faintly smelt like him despite him not having been in the bed for the last few days.

Fernando was shocked to not see you, for the last few days you'd practically been running yourself raw trying to get himself to talk whilst cleaning then house. You'd even cancelled a few job opportunities that had come your way, feeling as though even more distance between the pair of you would be awful.

Now Fernando was the one to feel bad, he knew he was being petty by not talking to you, and he agreed with himself that he over-reacted when it came to your arrival home. But at the same time what you said to him, really really fucking hurt.

He knocked on the door and your sobs turned into small hiccups as you attempted to calm your breathing down.

"Yeah?" you ask, but it sounds a little chocked up to Fernando who feels just awful.

"Mi Amore!" he says as he pushes open the door a little. You fully sit up on the bed, red puffy eyes and tear stains down your cheeks making him sigh.

He didn't mean to make you this upset.

"I'm sorry Nando, I really didn't mean it I just was so confused why you were so angry with me and then you called me lazy which I know i can be but you've never said it as more than a joke and ..." you ramble until he comes forward pulling you into a sweet and short kiss.

"I'm the one that should be sorry, I didn't mean to call you lazy. I was just exhausted after an awful weekend and it didn't help that you were absent for it... i just felt useless" he explains and you nod.

"Please can we go back to talking things out? I don't like it when you freeze me out! It feels awful. I thought ... you didn't love me anymore and were looking into a divorce" you almost whimper at the thought of Fernando cutting ties with you in such a legal fashion. You genuinely thought that would break your heart.

"I'd never leave you mi amore! You are without a doubt the best thing in my life!" he exclaims pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head.

"I love you so so much! I'll talk to you next time okay? I promise" he sighs kissing all over your face, knowing you'd both be working overtime for the next few weeks, apologizing to one another.

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[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

I think it's super important to call out racist tropes in fanon, but I also think it's important to help provide a bit of education so other creators know how to avoid these tropes and what to do instead.

With that in mind, one of the most common things that us fans of color have been pointing out in the OFMD fandom is racist depiction of Ed's hair, so here's an intro to avoiding some of these harmful tropes and what you can do instead.

Why does Ed's hair matter so much?

For people of color like Ed, our hair isn't just hair. Our hair is also about our culture and self-expression, and taking care of our hair is a skill distinct from caring for White hair. Our hair is an expression of personal and communal identity.

Controlling and stigmatizing hairstyles is an important way that people of color have been and continue to be oppressed. Across the history of European colonization, you'll find countless stories of cruelties such as forced haircuts, and this legacy lives on today when kids of color are told they have to change their natural and cultural hairstyles to meet school dress codes. Depiction of hair matters so much because of this history.

What are some things to avoid?

Common racist depictions of Ed's hair that you will want to avoid include:

Depicting Ed's hair as dirty and unclean when he's always shown to have very neat, well-taken-care-of hair in the show

Implying that he does not know how to care for his hair

Implying that he needs a White man to help him take care of his hair (White guys are not going to know how to care for Ed's hair texture!)

Depicting him using items that aren't meant for haircare on his hair (like forks, broken tools, etc.). Ed surely knows what a hairbrush is and how to use one.

Implying that Ed does not have a hair care routine or care much about his personal hygeine. You do not get to have that much beautiful, well-groomed hair without caring about maintaining it.

Implications that Ed is unusually rough/thoughtless about his hair, such as cutting off tangled sections or leaving knots to get worse

Avoid language that implies Ed's hair is unusually unruly and unkempt, such as describing it as "matted." Personally, I even bristle hearing it described as a "mane" or "wild" because it's always very neatly-groomed.

What are some ways to talk about Ed's hair that are okay?

I recommend writers and artists considering a project involving Ed's hair do some research on their own - browsing natural hair care subreddits is a pretty easy way to learn quickly what goes into caring for our hair and some of the common everyday struggles we might have.

You don't need to depict Ed's hair as perfect all the time! On lazy days where he doesn't style his hair, he might have frizz going on, and he might be frustrated by the effort and time it takes to maintain his hair while they're on the ocean and the salt air is constantly wreaking havoc.

It's also okay to write about Stede helping Ed with his hair. Stede will need to learn how to work with Ed's hair, but there's nothing wrong with scenes where Stede helps Ed with putting his hair up into a fancy style or washes it for him just because they both want to spend time together. The issue arises when you have implications that Ed needs that help and isn't capable of caring for his hair on his own.

What are some ideas for scenes involving Ed's hair care and routines?

There are so many wonderful scenes you can write about Ed's hair care routines! They can add dimension to domestic moments and make Ed's life feel more real. Here are some ideas I love.

Stede being excited to find new hair products at the market he knows Ed will love

The men of color on the Revenge having self-care nights to help each other care for their hair and skin

Ed patiently teaching Stede about how to care for his hair and trusting him to help him wash it

Ed having fun after settling down at their inn with experimenting with fun floral scents in his hair products

Ed teaching Stede how to put his hair in an elaborate, fancy style passed down from his mother

Stede carefully writing down Ed's hair care routine, from how he likes to rinse his hair with cool freshwater after a swim in the ocean to how he uses coconut oil to minimize frizz, and Ed being touched by his obvious care

In the show, Ed's hair looks amazing even at his lowest moments, so you could make art of him finding comfort in his hair even in the darkest times

There's so much you can do! I'd love seeing the balance of fics about Ed's hair shift towards mostly loving, thoughtful, non-racist depictions, so let's make that happen!

[nrdmssgs]

Little things, they do (Alex, Soap, König) (headcannons)

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Part 2 (Price, Ghost, Gaz) here

Ok, guys, first of all, thank you all for giving this little sketch THAT much love. Honestly, I'mm shocked. I'm blaming mister Riley here, but boy, thank you so-so-so much for 100 beautiful followers. I`ve actually had something for this milestone, but I was sure, it would be hit somewhere in the end of the summer. Hope, you like it!

Little things, they do, that get you every time. Silly, warm, heart-melting, wholesome things.

Alex Keller

Almost unconsciously lowers his head to stay on your eye-level whenever you two are sitting at a table and chatting.

If you are cooking and even insisting on doing it solo (maybe it's just your thing, maybe you like to have more room in the kitchen), he is never leaving you. He will just sit there and keep you company, or tell you some stories, or maybe find a youtube video for you both to listen to, while you're doing your magic.

Talking about your cooking, he never turns down anything, you've made. Never. “Alex, don't take that bun, I burnt it!” Eats it anyway, because it's your effort that counts and makes anything you cook so special to him.

If you are dating, and he needs to go early in the morning, he covers your eyes with the corner of his blanket (very carefully so as not to wake you up!). That way, he can turn on the light and collect his clothes without waking you up.

Def pulls you closer in his sleep. Buries his face in your hair, mumbles some sweet nonsense, places a soft kiss on the top of your head. (by gods I need more headcanons on this man sleeping)

Sometimes just stops whatever he is doing to say “I love you” and give you a kiss. The fridge is still open, his sweater is halfway off him, his hands still wet and water runs on uncleaned dishes? Doesn't matter, the kiss is what important to him.

Johnny Soap MacTavish

Once Price saw how you two interact and commented it like “Looks like our Tweedledum finally found his Tweedledee…” And while other pairs could get offended, you two weren't bothered at all (you're two chaotic crows, nothing can stop you!). In fact, from that moment anything he buys or makes for you, comes with a small handwritten note, saying, “to: my Dee. from: your Dum.”

Once he cooked an absolutely amazing pie. You were practicaly moaning, while savouring it and he just sat there all bright with pride. In a few years you saw the same kind of pie in a menu in the pub, where you were supposed to meet Johnny and others from the 141. Once you pointed it out to Johnny, others flinched and looked at each other. In response to your uncomprehending look, one of them admits that Soap was so worried that you would not like his cooking that he practiced at the base for several weeks. Because of it, their diet consisted only of Johnnys` pies for these weeks.

Has no concept of “too girly stuff”. Will gladly go shopping with you, paint your nails, help you dye your hair at home, if you feel like it. Will sneak your eye patches, because they smell so nice, and he feels so fresh after using them!

During his deployments, sends you tons of the most random photos just to calm you down and cheer you up (because every time you are too scared, this could be his last mission). “Ok, bonnie, this time I present you the collection of random rocks, I've met on work.” For the next week, you keep getting… exactly that. Photos of rocks with short comments like “Here's wee one.”

You don't know why the last photo he sent you that week was a photo of some guy in a creepy mask. You also don't have a single idea, why Johnny then goes radio silent for two days and why he has a brand-new phone, when he's back.

König

You have a stiff back? He will gladly take you by the hands and lift you up so that your spine is extended. "König! No, no, wait, don't, OH!... Oh… Sweet mother of jesus, I actually feel better..."

Even if you are just friends, and you are staying over at his place - he presents you with a shampoo, shower gel, conditioner and body lotion of EXACTLY the same brands as you're using at home. He just notes these small things and wants you to feel relaxed and taken care of when you're around him. 

You can call him anytime on any occasion and if his phone is on, he will answer in SECONDS. You had a bad dream, and it's 4 am, and he lives on the other end of the town? In another town even? No problems, he answers almost immediately and comes to you as soon as he can. Even if It's just to hold you for 15-20 minutes, while you slowly drift to sleep, and then to drive back to his place for another good hour. 

Thanks you for everything, and not only verbally! Writes small notes and leaves them on your bag or just straight gives them to you. He doesn't take anything for granted. Every your intention is a gift for him.

And that goes not only for the time, when you two have just met each other. You are his wife or husband since 10 years, you already have 2-3 beautiful kids? He still writes you notes, thanking you for the most incredible goodnight kiss, you gave him yesterday (every your goodnight kiss is the most incredible to him).

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hello, if it's alright, could I request a Toby, Slenderman, EJ, and Jane the Killer x reader (separately) in which the reader (in most cases) doesn't know that they're injured until they look down at the injury? Not exactly to the extent of cipa, but more like they don't feel the pain or even notice it until they look down and see the injury.

If not that's ok too. Either way, have a good day!

Various crps x injured!reader who doesnt realize theyre injured

idk if theres a term for it but this happens to me sometimes </3 the amount of times id randomly find bruises or cuts and start feeling the pain as soon as a acknowledge the injury hisshiss characters: ticci toby, slenderman, jane the killer, eyeless jack notes: reader is gn cws: mentions of injuries

SLENDERMAN

he almost has a sixth sense when it comes to you, so its likely that he knows youre hurt before you do... though to be fair, with how long it takes you to notice that isnt... very impressive/lh

he does not wait for you to actually notice the damage, he goes into caregiver mode- taking you to clean the wound if its open and wrapping it if needed

does not have any answers for why you dont notice the pain at first but thats mostly because hes not skilled or educated in that sort of thing- you can only learn so much by observing others from far away and living in the woods

TICCI TOBY

you both passively lean into one another to keep track of the others wounds; you dont notice yours for a while, and neither does toby- though your scenarios arent exactly the same, you help each other take care of any nasty wounds that could get nastier if left untreated

in a way he finds himself relating to you on some level, because even temporarily you dont feel pain- you both may end up talking about your experiences

that being said, the two of you may not take cuts and bruises as seriously as you should because "well i can still function/i didnt notice the pain before- so its fine!" mentality, its... not the best way to go about things...

EYELESS JACK

headcanon that he was into medical stuff before getting all goopy and cannibalistic, so even if he doesnt immediately know whats going on he can cook up some theories-

that being said hes going to get onto you for leaving wounds uncleaned and uncovered, and will make it a habit to check over you every now and then to make sure youre not hurt... looks in places that are hard to look (back, neck, stuff like that)

always keeps a pack of Band-Aids/bandages on him at all times for general use, keeps other stuff at his place for worse injuries- disinfectants and needles to stich things up- hopefully it wont ever have to come to that, though

JANE THE KILLER

if youre the type to joke about your wounds to make the atmosphere lighter, its not going to work on jane... not because shes worried (okay... she is....) but because shes just.. not amused by that sort of humor

like jack, shes going to be stern and make sure youre taking better care of yourself and taking the time to look over yourself, as well as teaching you basic first aid if you've decided to skip over that

does not try to control you, shes not going to stop you from getting into a fight or doing something a little risky (within reason, if the situation seems too.. intense... itd be different), because even despite your little... situation... she has enough trust in you not to get mortally wounded

[river13245]

I Don't Beg

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Warnings: Fighting, being taken, arguing. Lucifer being an ass. OH ALSO best friend Crowley

Crowley who had been one of your close,dare you say friend. So when he had called you very early in the day asking you for help on a case. You couldn't exactly just tell him no. You drop everything you're doing just to go to his place

He knew to call you at a certain time when your boyfriend couldnt hear you. Your boyfriend slept in rather late while you got up at a reasonable time and went to bed after the sun goes down. Unless you had plans throughout the night.

After ending the call you had went to you and your boyfriends shared bedroom and looked at him once more before leaving a note on the door.

Goodevening Darling I had to leave early this morning something had needed my attention Im safe and sound so dont come looking for me Ill be home before tonight. Try not to evil today xoxo ~ yours

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When you arrived to where Crowley was he was sitting on his throne. He wasn't the king of hell anymore, but you had managed to let him keep his throne even after your boyfriend took everything from him. You just stole it back and gave it back to him.

what do you need my help with crow?" You used his nickname and he rolled his eyes. "Ive told you to stop calling me that y/n/n" He got up from his throne and walked in front of you with his hands in his pockets.

As you hear his response "yeah well I don't think the Winchester boys enjoy you calling them moose and squirrel. Now do they?" He shrugs and smirks "well you might have a point there"

You both looked at each other for a moment before you broke the silence "Okay what do you need from me. What's the job we need to do" Crowley looks at you for a moment as if he's debating on if he really should bring you into this. However he really did need help. "There's a family of vampires in the next town over, I could take care of those myself really but there's demons all over the place. Those I cant take care of alone"

Sighing you shake your head "Fuck Lucifer is gonna be so pissed" Crowley rolls his eyes placing his hand on your shoulder "yeah yeah your dear old boyfriend will be upset. Never stopped you before, now come on"

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When you got there you moved quietly trying to find an opening to sneak through so you can go straight to the vampires and deal with them first.

Crowley of course had other plans, he made himself known. He always had to make an entrance but you also know why he did it. It was so you can go undetected because they would be too focused on him.

As you walk into this abandoned facility that was in the middle of no where all you smelt was dust. You had to fight the urge to sneeze, it looked so unclean. Hell they were vampires, they had no class they were ugly creatures.

You make your way through the building until you find one. You knew that if you attacked now that there was a good chance of all of them looking for you but you decide to risk it.

When the vampire wasn't looking you grab both of your knives and jump onto its back. Legs wrapping around him and use your knives to completely cut off his head in one swift move.

It never had time to make a sound except scratch you slightly. That was something you could deal with later. You wipe of the blood from your knives so blood wouldn't trail behind you and give off where you were, you were smarter than to do that rookie mistake.

The next room you walk in there's a group of them all standing around a bit on edge from the demons outside causing a chaos. You had to think strategically so you grab the nearest thing you can throw and throw it across the room. A few of them go towards the sound but some of them come closer to where you are.

You end up slicing ones head off while the other one grabs onto you rather roughly. using your foot you kick high behind you right into the mans balls, you knew how painful getting kicked there is. he loosens his grip on you just enough so you could pull away and cut his head off too.

As you do this the other two vamps run up to you but you were quick and managed to get one. The other however did pin you down to the floor. However as soon as you manage to grab the blade you roll over on top of him as he beings his mouth to your neck. Before he sings his fangs in you cut his head off. "fucking ugly bloodsuckers"

Standing up you brush yourself off and let your guard down for one second before you hear a voice whose you've never heard before. "well that's a bit rude don't you think?" Turning around you see a demon.

"well what can I say im not very fond of vampires or demons. You guys are nothing but pricks" as you say that you go to step forward when something grabs you and presses you against them. When you hear a sarcastic evil laugh you know its another demon. "well thats no way to talk to a demon. Plus you cant hate us all to bad when you are dating THE lucifer"

I let out a laugh and look at the demon in front of me. "well lets just say he won me over. He is a fantastic kisser...I don't see any of you puckering up"

Saying this only made them more frustrated causing the demon behind me place a knife to my throat. "hm you've got a mouth on you. Wonder what Lucifer would react like if we were to cut your tongue out and then send you back to him"

Opening your mouth to say something that would be very stupid you heard someone come into the room and speak. "I wouldn't do that" everyone's head turned. The demon holding you turned the both of you around, the blade still against your neck and there stood your boyfriend. Looking at the others "you see if you would have cut their tongue out and sent them back to me I would have fixed them of course and then I would have found you and what I would do to you is a hell of a lot worse than you could think of"

The demon behind you falters just a moment but its enough that you are able to break free and swing your leg out tripping him and then you use his own blade to cut his head off. The other demon was running up to you who was stopped by lucifer and he instantly killed them with just a flick of his wrists.

Instantly he goes back over to you and looks over you. Clearly pissed even as you place your hands on his shoulders to try to ground him. "what the hell are you doing here?" he asks demandingly "I should have known you couldn't let me go anywhere without you knowing where I am"

He glares at you and before he responds Crowley comes rushing in. "shit y/n are you okay?" Lucifer turns to look at him and without even a second thought lucifer pinned him to the wall and punches him causing him to go flying back.

Running towards Crowley you shield him with your body so if Lucifer wanted to hurt him he would have to hurt you too. Lucifer looked at the both of you. "I should have known he would be the reason that you drop everything and leave to put yourself in danger"

Ignoring him you place your hand on Crowley's face and you keep asking him if he's fine and he leans away from you and stands up. "I'm fine y/n/n now shoo" he had a busted lip and was bleeding but he instantly used his magic to fix it and you were finally able to breathe.

You then stand up and look over at your boyfriend who is standing there glaring daggers at the both of you. Walking up to him you grab his arm. "were leaving"

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As soon as your heels hit the floor lucifer is off of you and instantly yelling at you. "what the hell were you thinking. You really thought i would buy the whole "I'm safe" thing. Come on you should know be better than that by now"

He was pissing you off, this is how it was between the both of you. there was always something you do that angered him, the littlest things always ticked him off. "Yes because I thought since I'm your boyfriend that you wouldn't need to feel the need to come after me."

"oh come on. I'm Lucifer have you ever heard any stories where I'm anything but the devil. I'm not a nice guy, you knew what you were getting into when you got with me" he says as he glares at you his eyes turning colors but it doesn't intimidate you anymore.

Instead of coming up with another angry retort back you let out a sigh and shake your head. Lucifer looks at you and almost says something to piss you off but stops when you say. "Yeah you're right I did know what I was getting myself into" your voice is quiet but loud enough for him to hear. "maybe I made the wrong decision"

Finally looking up at him you see how he freezes. "what? what do you mean by that?" Tears start to form in your eyes but you take in a deep breath. "what it means is that I'm leaving. I cant keep doing this"

Lucifer looks at you for a moment before responding "cant keep doing what?" At his cluelessness you scoff and grab your bag. "I cant keep doing this. There's always something I do that makes you upset, I'm tired of being yelled at by you. That isn't what I want in a relationship...im tired"

Not giving him a chance to respond "I love you so deeply Lucifer but I cant keep doing this with you." He doesn't say much so you give him one last look before turning and walking to the door of your home.

The same home that you had to beg him to get because he just wanted you to live down in hell with him but he gave in and he even enjoyed this house more than you did. He was a good boyfriend some days. But you couldn't keep arguing all the time anymore.

Your hand is on the door when a hand grips onto your arm and turns you to look at him. He looks....heartbroken? Not really ever having seen this side of him before you yourself are confused.

When you see him start to kneel in front of you as he holds onto your hands you shake your head. "what..no..what are you doing?" you knew he wasn't proposing. He didn't believe in marriage, he had said "people will know your mine we don't need a label on it. You are my partner and that's enough for me" but it still made you nervous because he has never knelt in front of you like this before.

Lucifer looks up at you and in a shaky voice he speaks. "please don't go. I need you and I'm sorry for the way I've acted, I promise ill change." Now realizing what he's doing. He's begging for you back and your shaking your head placing your hands on his face gently.

You didn't need to speak right now all you had to do was focus and you would be able to see into his mind. As you hold his face he nods giving you permission and the memories he had shown you made your heart break.

He showed you the moment when you guys got your house. You had been so happy and instantly kissed him, or when you guys first kissed and he was so gentle. As he let you inside of his mind you seen everything and heard every feeling he felt for you that he struggled showing. However its the last one that finally makes you break.

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You had been taken by an angel who had been working with a demon and taking them both on had been a struggle but you did well enough that you were still alive. It had been almost three weeks and you know that the reason they kept you alive was because they needed something from Lucifer and the guys. They had fed you just enough to keep you alive but still keeping you weak and tied up. Then one day Lucifer had came and found you. The guys were there too, Crowley and Cas were defending you. You were barely conscious but conscious enough to hear what was being said. "Okay Lucifer you have something we need and we have something you want" one of the demons say before the other one finished "I think its a fair trade don't you think?" Lucifer wasn't having any of this while Cas was just telling him to just hand it over but that wasn't his style. "How about you hand him over to us and I let you go free" At the sound of them potentially gaining their freedom they almost let up. One grabs you by the neck tilting your head back ready to snap it. "hmm as tempting as that sounds I think id rather see you begging for your precious toy back" there is a chuckle in the air that's coming from Lucifer "I'm the devil, I'm not going to beg for anything." At his words you feel your heart break thinking he was just going to let you die to save his reputation but then you see the demons vanish and there stood Sam and Dean and you had passed out"

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Coming back from the memory you move your hands to his shoulders and you kneel in front of him so you guys are kind of at the same height. Realizing that he was begging for you...not caring about how he looks right now. You place a kiss to his lips and wrap your arms around him. "I'm sorry. I don't want to leave you, but we have to work on the anger towards me. Ill work on my stuff too"

"of course as long as I have you with me" he says as he kisses you again

[pocketsizedowls]

Lan Xichen, libra extraordinaire, has never made a decision in his life.

He's been trained to, of course, but only in an official capacity. His uncle once told him to only make decisions after gathering sufficient information, and that has since become the most important rule in his life. This means he's great at mediating conflict, hosting banquets, and making executive decisions like which village gets more rice and what policies he should enact, but he never knows what to eat for dinner and what to do during his free time.

Lan Wangji, neurodivergent/autistic icon, is the complete opposite. He's a picky perfectionist with a strict daily routine, which no one ever interrupts because why should they? It's just Wangji being Wangji. And, in fact, everyone should strive to be like him. Perhaps if he grew up somewhere rowdier like Lotus Pier or the Unclean Realm then someone would finagle him into being spontaneous, but this is the Cloud Recesses. Of course nobody bothered him until Wei Wuxian came along and turned his world upside down.

Before Wei Wuxian, though, there was Lan Xichen. He stops by the Jingshi often, not because he is concerned for his antisocial little brother (well, maybe just a little), but because he gets so bored sometimes and he never knows what to do. Whenever Uncle is busy, little Xichen likes to find little Wangji and follow his routine with him. Can I join you as you meditate, he asks, and can I eat dinner with you? What do you suggest I do after lectures tomorrow? The other day I took your advice and made a painting, do you wanna see it? Can you pick a book out of this pile for me to read first? I can't seem to decide.

This is why Lan Xichen gets along so well with people. He goes along with things, lets people make decisions for him, and genuinely enjoys it. He earns the trust of the skeptical people without even trying to, just because he lets them pick which wine to order at the inn and what day they should go on a night hunt. You might think it's quite counterintuitive for an all-important sect leader to be this indecisive, but it worked out for the majority of his life. Just like how he chooses to believe in the good in people, people also believe in the good in him.

These days, though, Lan Xichen is reconsidering his behavior. As weeks turn into months turn into years, he stares out the windows of the Hanshi and wonders: Would everything turn out differently if he made more decisions based on instinct? Who can he even trust anymore? Would Nie Mingjue still be alive today, if he didn't force him and A-Yao to become sworn brothers? Would A-Yao still be alive today, if he listened to Wangji and Wei-gongzi's warning sooner? All the people who tell him he did nothing wrong must be lying. How can nothing be his fault?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji adds more items to his routine. With Lan Xichen in seclusion, he's busy now. He teaches and he nighthunts and he sits through meetings and he spends time with Wei Ying. He also visits his brother. He drops by the Hanshi every three days and says, can I join you as you meditate, and can I eat dinner with you? What do you suggest I do after lectures tomorrow? The other day I took your advice and wrote a new song, do you wanna hear it? Can you pick a book out of this pile for me to read first? I can't seem to decide.

[strawberfolk]

SWTD Plot Part 1

That insane moment where you decide to write a play by play plot list of the entirety of still wakes the deep for fanfics you may or may not even write....

Story notes 

The Start 

Starts with Suze sending him a letter talking about divorce on Christmas in the 3rd deck 

Trots comes gets Caz and tells him Rennicks looking for him 

Kelly and Douglas room 

Caz finds Finlay down the hall she asks for a light before telling him he's in deep shit with Rennick because he got some letters from the mainland 

She complains about Cadel and Rennick being cheap 

Caz goes to get breakfast  

Gibbo rooms with Dobbie 

Addier signed up for double portions Roy caught him 

Canteen (accommodation) 

Conversation between trots, O’Connor and gibbo 

Trots talking about unions, industrial actions and Cadel making cuts to get more rigs going 

Gibbo thinks he's being ridiculous  

O’Connor agrees with him stating they're down to a skeleton crew in the pontoons 

Conversation between brodie and Raffs 

Raffs going for his first solo dive 

Brodie is looking out for him and chides Caz when he mentions he would never do a solo dive 

Raffs is nervous 

Addier is eating alone 

He antagonizes Caz saying it'll be his last day and pokes fun at his lack of ‘good’ work 

Caz bites back with how he couldn't hold a light when doing his job. 

Cracks a joke and everyone laughs (you wouldnt know a spark plug from a fucking hairdryer) 

Conversation with Roy 

Rennick immediately buzzes the announcer calling Caz to his office 

Caz tells Roy about Suze whose thinking about divorce 

Roy tells him not to worry about it too much and to next time think before battering in Billy chamberlains head next time (not dead but certainly injured) 

Apparently, he made some unclean comments criticizing Suze and Caz swung on him 

Roy reassures that the lord loves Caz and so does Suze 

Dobbie passes by the kitchen door and lets Roy know that trots left roys insulin in his cabin 

Trots is Russian??? Maybe German 

The Deck 

Innes and Muir are bantering on the lower deck 

Muir makes a comment about Innes's head being hard to miss 

Innes chides him saying the Rennick is just itching to give someone a kicking 

Banky is working on the stairs making Caz go around 

Yellow sign says Cadel Beira D 2/23 (February 23rd?) 

Rennick again announces to us questioning why were not in his office, this happens multiple times with different phrasing throughout this area.  

Caz askes Innes and Muir if they need a hand 

Muir lets them know that they're alright 

To which Innes adds on that if he wants to transfer to the deck, he should give him less lip/backtalk 

Muir buts in saying not to mind Innes he loves it 

Another announcement, they assure Caz that he'll be alright and to try not to punch him 

Conversation between Sunil and Alex 

Sounds like they're trying to fit metal parts 

Alex says they've got gaps to will Sunil comments that the drill crew will love that 

Alex reply's that Rennick will love it even more and that Sunil's telling him 

Sunil replies that he told him last time and its Alex's turn 

Sunil is on top deck, Alex lower 

Conversation with roper 

Roper is usually in marine control but came down as the drill is acting up, has everybody scrambling to figure out the problem thought they can't. 

He’s hoping they won't get behind schedule, most likely to avoid Rennicks outbursts 

Roper and un-named are in the derrick 

Conversation between McClurg and Bruce 

Talking about shipments that won't be coming in for a few weeks 

McClurg says he can patch it but might want to say some prayers 

Bruce seems exasperated as they've been needing a lot of those lately  

Dalgliesh warns Caz to stere clear of the lift as to not get crushed 

Scooby startles Caz (calls him Mcleary) 

Asks Caz to quickly fix the fuse box while he's down there and toss down a screwdriver 

Scooby is on the upper deck 

Administration 

Rennick in installation manager office, above administration 

Conversation with Rennick 

He is pissed, really pissed. Rennick is upset about the letter he got from the police and yells at Caz about how he runs a tight ship and there is no excuse for how he's a liability. 

Revealed that Caz was a pro boxer, however no matter how popular he is on shore on the rig Rennick is the ‘fucking king’. 

Caz tries to explain how he can sort this with some time, but Renick cuts him off 

Rennick gets a phone call from gibbo presumably telling him that the drill hit something, and he thinks they should stop and investigate before continuing. 

Despite gibbo and roper advising against it Rennick orders them to continue drilling or he’ll come down there himself 

The call ends and Caz makes a comment causing Rennick to tell him he's fired and to get off his rig. 

Helipad 

3 people on helipad, Gregor, archie and someone else 

Something explodes causing Gregor to fall off the edge, Caz notices and runs after him while archie screams at him to get away from the edge 

Gregor begs for Caz to help him, to not let him die 

A second small explosion causes Gregor's hands to slip from the railing. Sending him plummeting into the sea 

This is followed by a third, larger explosion the sends Caz over the edge after him 

Caz falls into the ocean cutting his vision 

Screen flashes with flesh like tones akin to an injurie matched with flashing distorted images and memories. 

This is where the story will start 

The true Beginning  

There is a memory sequence with Roy, Caz and Suze 

They're talking about Caz working on the rig, Suze is against the idea and goes back a fourth with Roy 

It's brought up how Roy forgot their wedding cake on a bench 

Roy promises to take care of Caz 

Caz was going to be stationed for four months on the rig 

The Dive Deck 

Caz fades in and out of consciousness where we hear Douglus and Brodie pulling him out of the see 

They both fuss over him with brodie focused on getting them to safety while Douglus panics if he's still alive, they both fuss over him while rushing to cover, most likely to avoid getting tossed off themselves 

Caz passes out again after coughing up water and wakes up alone 

Stepping outside brodie immediately, yells out for Caz to help him,  

we can already see the rig falling apart with things popping off the sides and plummeting into the ocean 

Caz asks if he was able to get Gregor out too, with brodie replying that he couldn't find him and that he's not the only on they lost 

His attention is then grabbed by what we can assume to be raffs who's stuck in the bell. 

Raffs is tossing inside the bell screaming his head off much to Brodies horror and confusion as ‘decompression shouldn't be this bad’ 

The current running theory is that the drill hit something, a gas leak or air pocket, that caused an explosion 

Douglus went off to find out more about what happened and if the Beira’s even safe anymore 

Brodie tries to comfort raffs saying he’ll get him out real soon, brodie regrets letting him go down there, stating he was supposed to take care of raffs 

 

 

The under rig, Catwalks 

On first observation the rig itself is falling apart, the catwalks are mangled and bent 

When we pass the drill there's glowing blue light with an undertone of red that reflects onto the tin undercarriage of the rig like water. 

In the center of it is a web of winding rope like pieces of perhaps flesh, if its pulsing and breathing has anything to say about it. 

It looks to be coming from inside the drill, having probably winding up and around it before bursting out and latching onto the under carriage 

It has a bubbling effect on one's vision, gathering on the part of the eye that is closest to it 

Caz’s reaction to this is a mix of awe and horror, cause what the fuck 

He starts to hear someone or something, almost like music that is until Douglas breaks his temporary fog by telling him to get the fuck away from that and come back inside before the Catwalk falls apart and dumps his ass back into the ocean. 

He then tells Caz to meet up with him inside  

There is a lock Caz breaks with the screwdriver that blocks the way 

Balancing across a board mixed with some jumps and monkey bars Caz ends up around leg b before transitioning to leg c to get to engineering access 

Leg C 

Looking down over the railing the flesh from before seems to have penetrated Leg C 

Using the walls to form and grow in spiral patterns and drape onto the surrounding walkways 

Thankfully it seems to have only made it about halfway up the inside of the leg, rapid growth 

Rennick comes on the announcement declaring that there has been a minor drill issue, and that work is suspended until it is fixed.  

He continues to press that it is a ‘temporary issue’ much to Caz's exasperation and disbelief 

Continuing down we notice that the inside of the leg is almost as twisted into scrap metal as the catwalks outside, roundabout jumping and walkways continue 

The Beira shakes rumbles periodically, causing more pieces of metal to fall further into the leg and in turn the mass of flesh 

Caz continues to make his way around to the entrance for engineering and finds a head lamp, thank God, shit was dark 

Engineering  

stepping inside the left and most direct path to engineering ops is closed off by rubble, making us take the right path that will lead us to gas separation 

Once going down the stairs the path’s floor is covered in maybe 5 inches of water and gas (if the rainbow reflection tells much) 

Entering an open room a pipe bursts, making a loud pop sound that is replied to by a even louder gargle/shriek much to Caz’s horror as he rushes up a set of stairs to the next room 

There he finds a vent which he quickly pries open and climbs into 

Coming out the other end however he is met with smeared blood and a white hardhat 

The ominous noises continue mixed with what sounds like sobbing, snorting, and more gurgles  

Finlay 

Following the hall Caz opens the door and gets startled by Finlay who beckons him to come closer 

Caz asks what's making that noise, commenting that Finlay looks like She’s seen a ghost. 

He’s shocked when she’s says its gibbo making all that racket and says they should go find and help him 

Though Finlay is against that idea, going on to say that he's not right in the head. 

Apparently, the explosion caused an unknown substance that looked like oil to splatter all over him causing him to go crazy and lunge at Finlay 

She tells Caz that Gibbo’s out there with him, much to his displeasure, and to be careful, really fucking careful 

Caz asks if she’s seen anybody else to which she replies that she just got here. Most likely missing Douglas by a hair 

Finlay continues and tells Caz that he needs to go through the water tanks to get to accommodation, she warns him to be quiet and to stay the fuck away from gibbo, has not right 

Walking through gas separation Caz climbs a ladder and comes face to face with a scene right out of horror movie, taking place in Engineering OPS 

This would be our first close look at Wisps (that's what I'll call the ropes and curtains of flesh from now on) 

It looks to originate from the top panels, most likely growing and spreading through the crevices between the roof and ceiling.  

It then would have shot down, probably enveloping the people closes to it and infecting them, causing rapid growth and likely death (perhaps they weren't infected with the right type of shape, therefor causing them to be used as energy rather than gatherers. Perhaps 2-3 people caught 

Continuing through the room Caz goes up the ladder to level 2 jumping over a hole in the loft before entering the water tanks 

A few water tanks seem to have burst, partially flooding the room up to Caz’s hip 

Water tank section 

Stepping down into the water immediately sets Gibbo off, we can hear him heaving as he bangs between water tanks, his voice echoing of the metal. This makes it hard to tell where he is 

He seems partly conscious, pleading with Caz through strained breaths to not come any closer and to stay away. 

Though conscious he’s hardly coherent, he mentions addier telling him to go down here, most likely with Finlay to do something with the drill 

At times he’s comforting himself, saying he's a good lad 

Caz makes his way through the water tank almost shitting his pants when he gets to a hatch 

It's only a few steps down the hatch that what gibbo now is barrels overhead, slamming the hatch closed and sending Caz to the flooded ground, gibbo continues to stomp and bang on top of the tank,  

Caz slip through a tight hallway connecting the tanks and to his horror finds Douglas hunched over the ladder, 

It looks like he fell, probably the same way Caz did except he hit his head, hard. Though gibbo probably had a hand in that as he states. 

As we go up the stairs gibbo screams apologies, he didn't want to hurt him, just stop him from looking, he keeps seeing his face, don't leave him alone down here, he's confused, what's happening, and tell his mom he’ll be home soon 

If you hang around a bit longer, you'll hear sobbing, he'll say he’d never you'd know I'd never, what do I do, I don't know what to do 

Take the exit to accommodation 

Accommodation 

Step in to the utility floor in accommodation and Caz will find a heater, thank God since he's fucking freezing. Caz tells himself not to think about it 

Turn right and Caz finds a phone and answers it, on the other end is O’Connor 

O’Connor has Bruce and Fergus with him, he asks Caz what the hell's going on 

To which Caz replies that the drill hit something, and O’Connor needs to get the fuck out of there, and O’Connor doesn't disagree 

O’Connor tells Caz that something is wrong in Engineering (I'm assuming his on level 3 since we just passed through 1 and 2) he says they’re 

Going to go through the leg and come up the under rig, he swears that Rennick better set up evacuation and fast. Then he cuts off 

Caz tries to tell him he must come up through accommodation, but the call has already ended by the time he gets too 

Caz goes back into the hallway, the only way to move forward is to go up since the laundry room is blocked  

Going up the stairs Caz notices the way to the cabin floor has been blocked, the way to the deck is covered by whisps and the canteen door is barricaded 

Entering the crew lounge we hear trots struggling with something in what i think is the bathroom  

Refracting blue light flashes the room leaving water like shadows on the floor and ceiling 

Inside trots is screaming to get ‘it’ off him, repeating the phrase in a shrill panic as Caz tries to get inside asking him if he's ok and to let him in 

Caz gets increasingly panicked as trots screams turn from panicked to pain filled, ending with a strained and gurgling scream before silence. 

After a few more attempts to get the door open Caz is forced to give up in favor of finding Roy, taking the other exit to try and get into the canteen 

Roy 

Walking into the canteen it’s in complete disarray, the ceiling panels are falling off and chairs, tables and a trashcan was used to block the main entrance, that and the metal cover has been pulled down over the serving windows. 

Opening the door Caz scares the shift to out Roy, before Roy Tells him to get the fuck in here 

Roy seems panicked and out of breath as he asks Caz what the fuck is going on out there, Caz tells him that people are dying much to roys horror as he asks who and how. 

Caz struggles to explain what's been happening saying he doesn't know what to believe 

Roy agrees, stating he saw something outside and thought he doesn't know what it was it scared the shit out of him, he wants to barricade the door, but Caz disagrees, they must get off the rig, they can't just hide 

And that's all I've got so far which is, granted, a fuckton...

[brighttears]

i love your characterization of Joel!! he’s just the perfect mix of protective and angsty and sweet!

id like to request a drabble or fic (whatever one you’re comfortable with) of Insecure! joel. Maybe it’s because of the age gap, or he feels like he can’t protect you well enough like younger guys can! i really loved the fic where he’s watching the reader sleep and the convo they have after it’s so sweet. Maybe a little bit of a continuation of that?

sorry if this is all over the place, and if you decide to write this then thank you! :)

Joel Miller x reader 

No physical description except for having hair, no use of y/n, completely gender neutral 

Warnings: language, mentions of death, age-gap, pet names (baby)

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: I know my writing has been lacking so I hope this isn’t trash and thank you for the request !! I enjoyed writing this :3

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Joel smooths his hair back, sighing at the gray in his reflection. He turns his head to the side and pulls at the lines connecting his nose to his mouth, then his cheek down, which accentuates the tired gouges under his eyes. He inspects the crow’s feet reaching out to his temple. Are those freckles, age spots, or just being unclean? He’d never noticed before how much of his mustache and beard were near completely gray. The knuckles of the hand on his face are scarred on top of scars from decades of fistfights and beatings. To be fair, the cracked mirror is extremely dirty, but Joel knows that doesn’t make a real difference. At the sink in the grimy bathroom, Joel condemns his reflection. 

He’s old. Only recently had he realized this, or started paying real attention to it. With too much else to crowd his mind, Joel had almost forgotten his age; he hadn't had to think about it.

What really bothers him, aesthetics aside, is how his bones ache when the weather changes now, how his knees hurt and he’s out of breath when he walks up more than three flights of stairs. He reminds himself of his dad when he groans getting out of a seat and it takes him four times longer than it used to. 

What all this means is he’s growing less capable, and it’ll only get worse, and there’s nothing he can do about it. He’ll only get slower and soon enough he’ll be deaf. He won’t be able to aim a gun or actually run. He snickers at the thought of dying from old age instead of a bullet. 

His real worry isn’t with himself, though: it’s always you first. If he can’t run, how will he get you out of somewhere when you need to escape? If he can’t hear, how will he know if someone’s sneaking up behind him? What if you’re screaming for him and he can’t hear you? What if he doesn’t notice a Clicker in time? If his vision goes and he loses his aim then he can’t hunt to feed you, not to mention that a gun is the first line of defense against everything. 

He’s been sure, pretty much since the day you met, that he is going to protect you until the day he dies, but he hadn’t been thinking about the threat of aging. 

Interrupting him, you push the door open and stroll into the bathroom. You come up behind him to slink your hands around him and knit your fingers together on his pudgy belly. Leaning to the side so that you can look at the reflection of you and him, your cheek presses against the side of his arm. Joel moves a hand over yours and sighs, a smile teasing his lips. 

“Look at you, pretty boy.” You tell his reflection. He titters. “What’s so funny?”

“I was just thinkin’… ‘bout how I look like I could be your dad.”

You pull away, playfully punch his arm and laugh, “Fuck off!”

“I do, though, look.” Joel takes your wrist to lightly pull you back to him at the sink, holding you by your middle behind you, he rests his chin on your shoulder so that faces are side by side in the mirror. 

Joel reaches a hand up to touch your hair, holding a piece up to be viewed. His head moves up and down from his stable chin as he talks, “My hair’s goin’ gray.”

“You’re a silver fox.” You counter. 

Joel chuckles. “Silver fox?” 

“Yes.” You turn in his arms to face him, “You trying to tell me you're ugly? Because you should know not to even try it.”

“I’m tryin’ t’say I’m old.”

“‘Old’ isn’t the first word that comes to mind." You reach up to run your hand through his hair, speaking to it, "But, first of all, it means you’ve made it far enough to start getting gray hair. And I mean, these days, people start going gray by the time they’re thirty. I don’t know why you’re so worried about it.”

“I’m not just talkin’ about the hair. I mean, I’m gettin’… less and less capable. Not that I was ever—” he pauses, deciding on different words, but they’re not much better, “I’m gettin’ worse.” 

“Worse?” Your forehead creases, “I don’t like this rabbit hole you’re going down.”

“It’s not a rabbit hole. It’s the truth.”

“Joel. The fact that you’re fifty six” Joel inwardly cringes at you saying his age out loud, “means that you’re more than capable. You should wear it as a badge of honor.”

“I’m not talkin’ ‘bout how I feel about it, I’m talking about my faculties.”

“No, I know. I’m trying to say that your age represents how fucking good you are at surviving. It’s badass.” You raise your eyebrows at him. 

“I’m not concerned about me.” Is all he replies with. 

There’s a pause. You sigh and survey his face. “I trust you. I know you can keep me safe.”

Joel pulls away from you, frustrated, “That doesn’t matter. I mean, it matters, but that’s still not what I’m talkin’ about. I can try as hard as I want, and I’m gonna do everything I can to keep you safe, but what about when tryin’s not enough?” Joel’s looking at you, but not really—really, he’s flipping through the thoughts in his head, perfervid, “What about when tryin’ is too slow? When I can’t fight someone off’a me? Or you? What about when I go fuckin’ blind and can’t shoot a gun? I mean I’m already fuckin’ up, I can’t—I can’t—”

“Are you saying you want me to leave? I’m too much for you?”

“No, no baby no, I don’t want you to go please don’t go—”

“Joel, calm down.” You put your hands on his shoulders to get his attention but speak softly to bring him down, “You are getting in your head about this. Everything is ok. You’re fine, I’m fine.”

“But what about—“ 

“I don’t care, Joel, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is right now. That’s all I can afford, and your soul’s just as broke as mine is. Can you just be here, with me, now?”

“Yes, yeah, I can. You’re right baby I’m sorry—”

“You don’t need to be sorry Joel.” You smile, almost chuckling at him, “I’m not scolding you, you’re not in trouble for worrying.” You give him a short, soft kiss but he won't let it go, chasing your lips. He puts his hand behind your head to hold it in place and then brings the rest of him to you with his hand on your jaw. He repeatedly smacks your lips but deepens the kiss each time. And then you’re making out, which Joel loves to do because it makes him feel young again. When he pulls back away, you wrap your arms around his neck, naturally beaming. Joel takes notice of the wrinkles on your own face, the crow's feet and smile lines like his. He traces a finger over them. 

Sometimes the love makes his chest ache. His heart has a habit of making it feel like he’s already lost whatever it is it’s loving. Love and fear muddle together sometimes, and he's not always sure which one he’s feeling when he looks at you. All he knows is that no matter how tightly he holds you, you never feel close enough, and no matter how long he does, it always feels like you’re about to slip away. With his age, he’s not afraid of dying first, it is exactly the opposite; Joel is terrified of you dying first, because of him.

Part of him wants you to leave him, find someone younger, stronger, faster, still sharp, someone who can protect you better than he can. He’d even tried shoving you away once, but you would have none of it. That’s when he opened up for the first time about his insecurity with his age, and that was the first time you saw him cry. 

The rest of him says that he can’t live without you. What else is there left to do if it’s not for you? You are his risk, the twine holding him here, what keeps him awake, what reminds him that his skin can be supple. He is a shield, but he is built out of wood. 

You take both of your hands to caress Joel’s face and whisper, “Grow old with me.” 

He brings his hands over yours, feeling the warmth of your skin against his. Your finger twirls a lock of gray next his ear, thumb brushing down his cheek, palm on his patchy beard. He relaxes into your touch. From it, he knows where he is now, what’s real. He understands that you’re right here with him, safe and sound, letting him love you, and that’s what matters. Years and heart be damned, love ages, but it doesn’t get old.

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 1 - Side B

Propaganda below ⬇️

Johnathan

Catholicism doesn’t really exist in the game but it also kind of does. Basically, Johnathan didn’t know that God existed until one day all the angels started coming down from heaven to have a war with the demons from hell. And then Johnathan made a pledge to go serve god and heaven and kill all humans living on earth because they were like “unfit” or “unclean” or something. So then Johnathan’s friend Walter goes to hang out with satan and then they become enemies :( But he’s basically catholic even if he doesn’t directly call himself that so i’m gonna say yes.

Johnathan literally fuses himself with god to become merkabach. He is unhinged. At the start of the game i thought he was cool because he didn’t want me to kill my best friend like WALTER did. And unlike WALTER, johnathan didn’t fuck up the boss fight with the minotaur. But then johnathan became really really bourgeoise or bougie idk whatever idk how to spell it. And then johnathan was like “FUCK POOR PEOPLE” and i was like no girl nooooo. But johnathan wanted to fuse himself with god and wipe all humans off the face of the earth because heaven thought they were impure. So he was trying to invoke the angels of destruction so badly and i was like johnathan you can’t do that son, and so i had to beat his ass. And then by extension i had to also beat god’s ass. And then i don’t really remember what happens but johnathan was essentially the most catholic guy in existence considering i don’t know anybody else who was chill enough with god to do steven universe fusion with him.

ok so like in smt theres alignments . chaos neutral and law. jonathan is the local lawboy and this means hes like the one who rather follow the rules already established and reject radical changes. but anyways hes also shown to be some sort of follower of god in this world and also of the like. local religion or whatever in mikado (where everyone is from) and hes very devoted to the cause and to keep things peaceful as they are now instead of trying to change shit up like walter (the chaosboy)

if he wants to commit genocide who am i to say no

has one fight with friend and decides to become an angel about it and nuke tokyo off the map

Fuses with literal biblical angels to become another angel that then wants to genocide anyone deemed ungodly/unclean by the biblical higher powers (which includes the entire population of Tokyo. And people who read manga).

Dude he is absolutely insane. He's my poor little meow meow. The party got high and he rolled around on the floor and meowed because he thought he was a cat. He is also so insanely gay. Like stupidly queer coded . that just makes the catholic guilt hit harder tbh

Gay boy who dies in every timeline

Paul

he's like if renfield from dracula was cool youth pastor.

He's also a priest, who essentially becomes a vampire due to an "angel" and tries to convert the entire town. He also runs an Alcoholics Anonymous group. I love him

Listen you've probably gotten this guy idk how many times but JUST IN CASE, I submitted him. He's a priest who fell in love and had a lesbian daughter. He becomes a vampire after his money-laundering fundie simp sent him to the Holy Land. He's so torn up over his lover having dementia and God allowing so much overwhelming death that he decides he's going to try to Cure Death Forever but oh boy is it a slippery slope and the man is surrounded by enablers.

so i binged watch the chosen (it's a drama series but it's the bible) and I needed to balance or else Id be insane so I watched midnight mass. It was good. Fuck this rat -- op

[askhakukusanagi]

Once you graduate do you think you'll stay working with the Institute or do you think you'll go home to work at the shrine? Or will you try and do something else? Any idea what you'd get up to?

"Oh, that..."

He sighs. "You know the feeling of taking a drink of something, and it's awful, but you can't stop drinking it? Yknow, like the Beetlejuice fanta that tastes like a candle store."

"That's what the shrine feels like to me right now."

He looks around before relaxing.

"My parents denounced me. Ha, I think they'd he happy if I didn't come work at the shrine. But... even so. It's somewhat my duty and responsibility to keep the legacy going. I mean, mediums are hard to come by. And it's not like I trust any random person to know what to do when something goes wrong, and a Yurei or Onriyo show up."

"Because they do. A lot with shrines. Especially anywhere relating to Human Pillars..." He shudders.

"If I could leave it behind, I think I would. I don't want to be someone holy, or something untouchable or divine. I just want to be Haku. Maybe I could follow Subaru around if he ends up going back to acting. Kabuki needs music, right? Or...well, maybe I could also work for a tea shop or some place more ordinary."

"But, that really is just a pleasant day dream."

"It's only a matter of time before my parents find a way to marry me off and pass me on to burden some other family. And, I'd rather not give my future partner any more trouble then they'd have to go through already."

"That's just how things are for the Kusanagi's. Priests are expected to have children to preserve the shrine."

"If my parents reconsider finding me unclean, they'll make sure I remember that, and put it into practice, too."

"The institute..." He went quiet, eyes glossing over with that snakelike stare again. "Now that could be interesting..."

《The more I think about it, the more Haku and Jin have in common. It makes sense, why he was in Frostheim. Especially if he was there alongside Jin as VC. He would know Kamurai better than he knew himself.》

《Also, sorry for the wait, anon!! <3》

[allthelittlecreepycrawlies]

For identity. Something humorous. NHS finding out who this MY person that came out of the blue really is (he introduced himself as da-ge's new commander and that's it) after fishing for info and someone giving him the full gossip. MY is worried he's going to be prejudiced now but NHS just says something silly like "more pleasing to the eye than Jin xiong", or "a jin without a snooty pout what a miracle" or anything of the sort that leaves MY reasured.

This is probably less funny than you intended, but I couldn't resist making Meng Yao Suffer a little. His (justified) paranoia of public opinion is too fun.

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Though his new sect leader mentions something about introducing him to his younger brother when they reach the Unclean Realms, there is no one waiting for them that he could immediately identify as a member of the inner family.

"That brat. Probably wasting the day in the markets or the back hills," Nie Mingjue huffs. "Ah, well. You'll cross paths with him soon enough; he's always getting in the way in some fashion or another."

Night falls.

Dinner passes.

He settles as best he can into his new quarters, but as he lies down to sleep, he finds himself unsettled by feeling of being watched.

It goes away almost immediately, but he still finds sleeping more difficult than usual.

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Morning arrives.

Breakfast passes.

He begins his new lists of tasks with a gusto driven by a desire to prove Nie-zongzhu had not been wrong in raising him up to his new position.

He tackles paperwork and does his best to, if not make friends, at least convince the captains and senior disciples it is in their best interest to work harmoniously with him.

It isn't until lunch that he realizes he still has not yet met Nie-gongzi.

"He does his best to keep to himself," one of the servants he has won over says jovially. "The less he shows his face, the fewer chances Zongzhu has to throw him into a training class. You'll trip over him eventually."

He eats dinner in his new office, having had enough of the judging gossip for his first day.

And then he feels it again; the weight of being watched.

This time, he quickly looks around the room, but there is still no one to be seen.

He had put aside the rumors of the Unclean Realms being heavier with ghosts than any other sect would permit their ancestral home to be. Perhaps he should not have been so quick to do so.

He sleeps huddled under the thick blankets that night, chilled by more than just the weather.

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Morning arrives.

Night falls.

For three more days, he feels like ghosts are clinging to his back, unable to find who is keeping such close tabs on him and followed from hallway to hallway by whispers no one dares speak in front of their sect leader.

And then, as he is brushing down the horse he'd borrowed to deliver some missives, he whips around at the prickling on the back of his neck to find out that, this time, there is a boy his age or a little younger watching him from the stall door.

The braids, the delicate silver guan holding them, and the bright green eyes immediately identify the newcomer, and he involuntarily sucks in a breath, all of his etiquette lessons momentarily deserting him at finally meeting the elusive Nie-gongzi.

Before he can recover his wits, or even bow, Nie-gongzi suddenly grins at him and folds his arms, leaning over the stall door. "Now that I've actually seen you, I don't really see the resemblence."

Dread creeps up the back of his throat. Of course Nie-gongzi would have heard about that, if not before he'd arrived, than in the gossip flying under the sect leader's notice. "I- I do not- I am unsure what Gongzi alludes to," he says, stumbling over the obvious lie.

Nie-gongzi's grin only widens. "I've met Jin-zongzhu, you know. You must take after your mother like Jin-xiong does, because you're way too cute to belong to that overfluffed chicken."

The laugh escapes him involuntarily as the bubble of tension that had been building in his chest just collapses.

Night falls as they walk to the main building of the sect, Nie-gongzi cheerfully chattering away about specific people and things he still needs to be introduced to.

So this is his mystery ghost, he thinks. And he also thinks they will get along just fine.

[scribeforchrist-blog]

Deep Cleaning

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ Ephesians 4:2 With all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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 + Matthew 14:28 Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.”

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SUBJECT: Deep Cleaning

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM ALLOWING GOD TO CLEANSE ME

I AM HOLY

I AM LEANING ON GOD

I AM CASTING MY CARES ON GOD

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THOUGHTS:

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   You learn so much as you grow in your life in the lord. There are so many things out there that I didn’t know was a topic or I didn’t know that was something most people dealt with; my sister somehow got a wart on her thumb, and no one in my family ever dealt with this, so she kind of was dealing with it by herself. Still, we all kept saying Jay, you need to go to the doctor, but like most things, we all feel we can fix it, and that’s like our spiritual life; we think we can handle it, so we don’t take it to God, so it gets worse, but God word says.

  1 Peter 5:7 casting all your anxiety upon him, because he careth for you.

  We discussed this a couple of months ago: God wants us to bring him all our troubles, but it's up to us. Some of us are so stubborn or prideful that we think we can handle this. As the wart got worse, she used medicine over the counter, and it killed it, but it also caused her to have an infection. We learned that warts nest under the skin and sometimes in the skin, and sometimes, after killing it, it goes to the red skin where the wart can't reach, but for the most part, the wart goes deep in there, and order to kill a wart you must cut off their blood supply.

  This is something I never knew. I thought it stopped at the surface level, but as we grow in anything or we experience things, we learn things, and thats is what we all learned about warts ; sometimes, we think we can handle things, but we DON’T realize our deep isn’t God’s deep, we are only surface level, and we do things by doing it the only way we know to do. Still, when we allow God to handle what we need to handle, he goes deeper and supplies us with deeper clean, but AT ALL TIMES, we must go to the expert, which is Jesus.

 Mark 9: 23-24 Jesus said to him, “If you can believe, all things are possible to him who believes.”24 Immediately, the child's father cried out and said with tears, “Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!”

   See, whether we like to believe this or not, sometimes it's our unbelief that keeps us from going to the expert for deep cleaning, and some of us are too prideful to say I need you, God, or that I need your help please but this man said no I'm not too prideful, I need help with my unbelief, and that’s what separates some of us the ones that see they need deeper help and the ones that like to live in the falsehood of thinking I can handle everything.

Verse 25 When Jesus saw that the people came running together, He rebuked the unclean spirit, saying to it, “Deaf and dumb spirit, I command you, come out of him and enter him no more!”

    Immediately, Jesus handled it; he rebuked the unclean spirit, and it left. Jesus can handle what we can't; we might think we can; we might think we understand, but we don’t unless we have the power of God leading us. Jesus sees all, and he understands what we need. Do you know what you need to go deeper? Do you know how deep Jesus can go when we allow him to heal and cleanse us?

We learned this week about allowing god to be appointed over us; some of us don’t want to do that because we feel we know what is best for us; no matter how grown we think we are, we will never be too grown where we don’t need God, and that was something a lot of people don’t want to do because they don’t want to say I need you. Still, I am never too prideful to say Jesus, I need you.

 Deu 8:18 But remember the Lord your God, for he gives you the ability to produce wealth, and so confirms his covenant, which he swore to your ancestors, as it is today.

  We must remember that God gives us the ability to have wealth; we don’t get that alone. He gives us the ability to have a lot. Still, we deny his power and saying I did this on my own when we don’t; let God be appointed over your life. God is the only one who can give us a deeper understanding; we can listen to anyone, but God has what we need if we allow him to.

  Another thing we learned this week is being qualified; we as a society like to say when someone isn’t qualified, but it's not our place; what is our place is to go to God for him to tell us what is qualified and what’s not a lot of times we look at looks instead of knowledge we look at money then looking at someone’s heart, we look at everything else but what we should be looking at. God is saying you don’t have it because your eyes are on the wrong thing; we must ask God to redirect us and show us the way, and he will.

***Today, we learned how deep of a cleanse we need, and sometimes we can get that when we let go of this idea, we can handle everything on our own. We don’t know everything, and that’s hard to deal with, but God knows everything. He can cleanse us from all things and take us deeper by leading us to be on a fast and reading our word more, maybe.

  We must let our unbelief not be the cause of why we don’t go to him; sometimes, we don’t understand that the Holy Spirit places situations to teach us and situations to show us, and it's up to us to learn. Are you willing to allow God to show you how to deep clean? If so, ask the Holy Spirit today to show me how to go deeper in my word and my worship.

Just like Peter, when he got out of the boat, he trusted in Jesus. Still, the moment the wind came, he started to drown because he allowed the wind to scare him away from going to Jesus; if you're in a deep situation, don’t allow the winds of life to cause you not to reach out and learn more. Be strong and have faith and allow the Holy Spirit to lead you ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, we thank you for today; we ask you to lead us and cleanse us deeply; we trust in you; we ask you to continue to show us the way and what we must do to seek you more. Lord, help us understand our word; if it’s fast, we must do it. Show us if we must leave certain people and things; show us that too Father, we thank you. In Jesus' Name Amen

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REFERENCES

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+ Matthew 14:31 Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. “You of little faith,” he said, “why did you doubt?”

+ Matthew 14:32-33 And when they climbed into the boat, the wind died down. 33 Then those who were in the boat worshiped him, saying, “Truly you are the Son of God.”

+ 2 Timothy 3:16 All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness,

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FURTHER READINGS

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 Proverbs 27

Leviticus 27

SOS 7

2 Chronicles 29

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[planetary]

oh im so mad i have a cavity in my tooth and like what the fuck i brush my teeth twice or sometimes three times a day i literally Have to or i cant relax enough to sleep i floss after eating like anything and before i brush i have special mouthwash i use in the middle of the day too i am Obsessive about my teeth. and i get a fucking cavity. WHAT IS THE POINT GRRR IM SO SICK OF DENTAL WORK two abcesses a wisdom tooth and that whole debacle with my stupid fuck of a dentist shoving a broken piece of my tooth INTO MY SINUS CAVITY and now i have to get a FILLING maybe multiple bc who knows there could be others LIKE wtf. just take them all out at this point whatever omfg.

AND MY DENTAL INSURANCE DOESNT COVER SHIT so this will be probably like a thousand dollars again hopefully not more and what else? yeah i cant stop thinking of that fucking episode of CatDog where they went to the dentist because when i first saw that episode like 10 years ago i got so fucking mad i still have a screenshot of me bitching about it. heres an excerpt from the episode sypnosis

“When the dentist opens Dog's mouth and examines it, he finds his mouth perfect, which surprises Cat. Then, he checks Cat's mouth and notices that his mouth is unclean and loaded with all sorts of decay. The dentist scans CatDog through an X-ray and discovers that whatever damage Dog does to his teeth will affect Cat's teeth and vice versa.”

so thats fucked right now let me go transcribe the screenshot i have from 10 years ago. ok heres my thoughts from 2014

“before i send this i would just like to say that ive been watching a lot of CatDog recently and it's on now and im SOrry. but it needs to be said. have you ever seen catdog? it was on TV about ten years ago and it's about this cat and this dog that were attached to each other. ive got some concerns about it. the show isn't ever fair to Cat. especially in this one episode, where CatDog goes to the dentist. Cat eats very good food and Dog eats literally shit. Cat brushes and flosses after each meal and Dog is still eating shit. but because of some logic that has no scientific backing at all, whatever one does to his teeth affects the other. so Dog just gets to be a shit-eater and be rewarded while Cat is punished no matter how hard he tries. its just... so unfair. you get where im going with this?”

LIKE DO YOU GET IT IM LITERALLY CAT RN AND IDK WHO DOG IS BUT WHEN I FUCKING GET THEM IM KILLING THEM sorry this is long but im not putting it under a readmore you followed me so you agree to see me complain on the dash. you love it. I HATE TEETH

[thebiscuiteternal]

Okokok, finally getting at least one "Things I'll Probably Never Write" post finished, and it's the one that goes in the file drawer of "Huaisang Is Accidentally Or Intentionally Given The Wrong Impression About The Circumstances Of His Brother's Sickness And/Or Death, Blames And Ruins Himself Trying To Prevent It/Bring Da-ge Back"

(whew, god)

SO.

One night in the time period between the bonfire incident and the would-have-been-fatal qi deviation, something... weird happens at the Unclean Realms in the middle of the night. The guards who were awake at the time it happened registered it as if (to rip off a description from an early aughts webcomic) the whole world magnified with a loud "whump" noise before everything went back to normal.

While most of them don't see it as a big deal since nothing dangerous seems to have happened, a couple of guards go to wake Nie Mingjue because their sect leader would be very annoyed to only hear about it in the morning and his anger has been uuuuuuhhhhh little bit touchy ever since that last fight with his brother.

Despite the odd hour, when Nie Mingjue rolls out of bed to take the report, he feels... fine. Great even. He can't remember the last time his head was so clear and the humming bond between him and Baxia was so vibrant.

Except Baxia is also practically pacing around the inside of his skull in distress about something that she can't seem to put in words, and none of this can possibly be coincidence.

So he scatters the guards to try and find the source of the disturbance, he finds himself at Nie Huaisang's door.

They haven't spoken in weeks and Huaisang has pretty much been avoiding him and while even thinking about his little brother would piss him off just the day before, now that he's suddenly healthy again, his feelings are a lot more complicated.

He'll deal with that later though, for now, Huaisang should at least be warned of what's going on-

The door's locked. Not just locked, bolted.

Nie Mingjue's just getting ready to knock and call out when he registers the smell of blood.

A lot of it.

(rest is going under a cut for injury description and also someone writing themselves a suicidal pep talk)

Nie Mingjue and one of the guards who comes running at his shout wind up breaking down the door to Nie Huaisang's room.

Aside from the biggest/heaviest pieces of furniture, it's still pretty starkly empty since Huaisang hadn't gotten around to replacing any of the burnt stuff, which only makes the huge array on the floor and the horrible mess of a body lying on it stand out even more.

Nie Mingjue barely recognizes his own brother under all the blood from what was clearly an induced qi deviation.

By some miracle, Huaisang is still breathing when the healers arrive, but he's in such bad shape that they have to restart his heart twice before finally managing to get him into a stable coma.

If a coincidence was unlikely before, it's impossible now. Nie Mingjue knows that whatever his baby brother did to himself is the reason he now feels so healthy.

As he was lying on the floor, Huaisang was clutching a bundle of bloody papers and scrolls to his chest, so Mingjue gets what archivists they have out of bed to begin cleaning them up in the hopes of deciphering what they had to do with what Huaisang had done.

Though not everything is still legible, they gradually piece together an extremely difficult ritual that had been buried in the deepest darkest shelves of the inner family library, an early attempt at dealing with the threat the strongest sabers posed to their own wielders.

They also find a page in Huaisang's writing, also spattered in his own blood, but partially legible.

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-udied it backwards and fo- -at least twelve times. If Da-g the current and previous Nie Zongzhu ever saw- -apparent why they never attempted it.

-a core like mine- -good as dead. Not even sure if I have enough- -instead of just a few more years.

Thinking about- -comments back in Gusu on splitting- With more people, there'd be less threat to all-

No... No, it wouldn't work.

-only if they love Nie-zongzhu more than they hate me, and even then- -keep someone from telling- -as soon as he finds out, I can already hear- -a selfish coward for asking such a thing of the sect.

And then- -right back where I started.

Doing this alone.

Better to just- -one brave thing in my life.

Besides, if it does work as outlined, then this would be the best possible outcome. Nie-zongzhu and Baxia will be themselves again, Er-g Zewu-jun and Lianfang-zun will get their sworn brother back, and the sect gets to keep the leader they actually like. And no one will ever have to tolerate me again.

Everybody wins.

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When Nie Huaisang first hears that his brother is ill, and has been for some time, of course he immediately remembers what happened with their father. The shouting, the insults, the bruises... the feeling of hands crushing his throat.

For the briefest moment, he wonders if this means maybe his brother doesn't hate him, that it's just the sickness like it was for their father, but listening in more makes it clear that the speakers believe qi sickness mostly exacerbates problems the sufferer already had.

Which... oh.

Okay.

He gets it now.

Clearly, it means his father and brother both hated him and just managed to hide it until he, stupid selfish pain in the ass that he is, aggravated their sickness enough that it came out in the open.

And for the whole sect to have just gone along with the rages... For everyone to have been hiding this from him...

Well, then.

So when he winds up digging up an opportunity to take on all of his brother's qi poisoning, which comes with a very high possibility of killing him immediately because of the weakness of his core, comes up, he doesn't hesitate.

[cryingteacup]

Creepy pasta sleeping habits

I am such a god damn nerd okay.

Jeff

Barely. He'll stay up all night doing the dumbest stuff shit online. you can practically hear the sticky ipad noises echoing through the hallway. Just the squish on his fingers tapping the dirty screen. He plays those games that have adds like "i bet you cant beat level pink or you're legal good" just to prove himself.his ipad is laggy from the amount of viruses hes gotten from sketchy websites. He'll sleep in till 4pm then deny when everyone asks if he's tired. He trudges through his tasks, yawning, dark bags contrasting with his pale ass skin. Someone will be like "Hey dude are you okay you seem tired" and he'll blow tf up on them. He usually sleeps with his eyes open out of convenience, but When he does need a good night sleep he needs a sleeping mask because he has no eyelids.

Ben

Ben stays up with jeff on discord calls. He has shitty ass mic quality so when you pass by either of their rooms its just garbage noise. His bed sheets are stained with cheeto crumbs and he has enough stuffed animals to create a new makeshift mattress, so when he sprawls out all of them just go flying off the bed. Has a nightstand filled with various bowls and cups he just never bothered put away. Along with 50 empty uncleaned monster cans that he keeps for "decoration" (they are full of bugs)

Toby

He has a fan in his room to create white noise. He gets really anxious during the night. (thanks slender man lol) he has one bed sheet. One pillow. One blanket. No posters. No books, no nothing. He has a phone, but instead up spending all night on social media, he just. binges. He knows everything about a show before everyone else because he just binges, he cant function until he finishes the show.his favorites are Hallmark movies. They remind him of the movies his mom was always playing on the tv. He spoiled shows so often that people had to pay him 20 bucks each to stop. After a while though he just felt he HAD the binge all the shows and then he had a panic attack because he didn't sleep for three days and now he goes to bed everyday at 9.

Jane

Only person here who has a skin care routine. She takes a shower. Sets out new comfortable clothes for sleep on her bed so when she gets out of the shower so she doesn't need to pick out pajamas. She also tosses a towel in the dryer so its warm and fluffy for when she gets out.she has a 14 step skin care routine full of various moisturizers and serums. She also has a jade roller. Shes very incecure about her skin since she got her burns, so she always puts in extra effort to feed her skin good stuff. She likes to watch a show before she goes to bed just to unwind. She used to doom scroll but then she read a artical about the effects and stopped like the queen she is. Her go to's are true crime, the crown and bojack horseman. Shes a back sleeper because feeling her body touching while shes sleeping makes her hyper aware and in turn, makes her uncomfortable.

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