#god i have so much respect for people who can maintain a deli job

[eyndr]

Just ranting, ignore me

SO! Its been a fuckin hell of a year so far yet the misery continues!! Tried to move, went all the way across the country because thats where the opportunity was, living arrangements fell through. Moved all the way back, and now after a week of struggling to acquire health insurance i was finally able to call my trans doc and tell them 'hey i have insurance again please give me my boy patches' and let me tell you, i've been getting antsy because i ran out of patches almost 3 weeks ago and i've been taking it for long enough now that i'm not really supposed to stop, since it could have adverse health consequences. Which I've been warned about before because with my previous insurance I had to hound them every fucking month for a year and a half for my monthly refill and there were times when i went a few weeks without. Like i know its a controlled substance but they just wouldn't put my refill request through for weeks unless i called them daily about it, going back and forth between the insurance, the docs office, and the pharmacy.

Now of course i told the new insurance 'hey i have this medication i need, i need to be sure u cover it' and they went 'yep we sure do :) ' so i said great here's my money. Just got off the phone with the doc who says my new insurance wont cover my testosterone patches, and i'm about to flip my shit but then doc says they DO cover the injections. So uhhhh i guess i have to get over my fear of needles REAL quick because i'm gonna be sticking myself with em every two weeks now i guess

[domesticblisss]

Someone New

Fabian Aichner x Female Reader Rating: Mature (Minors DNI) Word count: 1450 Warnings: Smut. Inexperienced character (both of them are of age, aroung 20), oral, PiV, mentions of bad experience with previous partner (nothing explicit). Summary: Fabian got a thing for the new girl in town.

She’s new in town, got there a few weeks before spring started. A young thing in her twenties, nothing and no one on her back but her suitcase. A young woman by herself in small towns are always frowned upon, but she’s just happy, happy that she can start over. Whenever someone asks her what she’s doing there, her answer is always the same “I just want a new beginning”.

She made her way around town pretty easily, rented a little one bedroom cottage house near the city’s downtown area and got a job on a family deli she went on the day she arrived in the place she now calls home.

Alma is the first person to friendly greet her, noticing the scared look of someone starting over somewhere new in her precious eyes. A beautiful woman in her mid-forties, she owns the deli that was passed to her by her father and to him by his own father before. Alma strikes a conversation with her, asking where she comes from and what a big city girl is doing such a small town, “You’ll get bored soon, little angel”, she tells her new neighbour as she caresses her hair. “This is exactly what I need! Do you, by any chance, know a place that is hiring? I don’t care what it is, I can do anything!” she asks Alma while taking a bite of the best spaghetti she has ever eaten.

“This is your lucky day, my dear!” Alma happily tells her, “You see, my son doesn’t care about his family business and I need someone I trust to help me out. Yes, I know we just met, but I see a lot in you!” A few days later, Alma invites her for a family dinner as a welcome to the city.

Alma’s place is... beautiful. A simple double story house with a large front yard full of roses and beautifully decorated inside. Alma’s greeting is as cheerful as ever, taking her inside, Alma introduces her to her husband, Filippo and her son, Fabian.

She’s mesmerised by Fabian. He looks about her age, tall, beautiful morning sky on a summer day like blue eyes, black hair and the most expressive set of eyebrows she has ever seen. She notices he’s a bit shy, having his mom do all the talk for him. From what she has gathered, he works on the town’s ski station and aspires to be a professional wrestler. “Fabian, why don’t you take her around town tomorrow? Show her the mountains and some of the castles too!” Alma tells her son, who shyly agrees.

Fabian is a sweetheart. He doesn’t talk much, and she has to keep feeding him little bits of information so he maintains some sort of talking going on. He ends up getting more comfortable around her by the end of day and when he takes her home, he kisses her cheek goodbye and asks her if she wants to do something next saturday.

Just like that, saturdays became their day. Every saturday they would do something different together. They would visit museums and castles, eat pistachio gelatos and sightsee around the city. One saturday, she calls him proposing something new “Fabio, why don’t we switch things up a bit? I would love to make dinner for you, as thank you for putting up with me every week. Huh, what do you say?”.

“Bella, first of all, why do you insist on calling me Fabio? But yes, I’d love to.” he says, shaking his head with the “Fabio” nickname. “Great! Come around 8, Fabio.” she giggles, hanging up the phone.

Fabian is freaking out. He has never been on a date. Yeah, he has gone out with a few girls, had a girlfriend during high school but never took it to the next level. Alma sees the state her son is in, sits him down a tells him “She’s a special girl. Be nice to her and respect her wishes. Oh, take her bottle of wine! She likes rosé.”

He arrives at her house at 8pm sharp with a little panicked look on his face, which she notices but doesn’t comment on it, letting him in, she thanks him for the wine. Dinner goes incredibly well, they talk about movies, she asks him about his wrestling training, but there’s something he has been meaning to ask her for a long time “I don’t mean to intrude, and you really don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but why did you move out here?”. She lets out a shaky breath before answering him “I’ve... I’ve had some bad experiences with people from where I’m from, so I just decided that I needed to start fresh, start as someone new.”

Fabian apologises, not knowing what to tell her. She tells him it’s okay and that she is doing better than ever. They finish dinner as if nothing happened, he insists on doing the dishes and, reluctantly, she lets him.

They move to her living room, with her turning the tv on on some random music channel. She notices Fabian is back to his shy self once again, the same face he had on the first day they met. Sensing he wants to say something, she asks him what’s going on.

“You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Inside and out. I can’t bear with the thought of someone hurting you. Is it weird?” he tells her nervously. She stares at him, looking deep inside his eyes and asks him “Fabian?” “Yeah...” “Could you please kiss me?” Fabian is a bit taken back by the question, but slowly closes their distance. His kiss is a shy one, soft lips pulling her to him, his hands holding her close by her beautiful face. They never separate, laying on her couch and pulling her on top of him, he feels his length harden and sees that she notices it, feeling her nimble fingers work on his belt buckle and his zipper. In a self-conscious moment, he pulls back, telling her he had never done this before. She leaves his lap, pulls him up by the hand, pecks his lips and sits down with him by his side.

“Are sure about this? You’re a special guy and you need to do this with someone you find special, not the weird foreign girl.” she nudges him. He kisses her with all the passion he could muster and tells her about how he has thought about it countless times.

“Okay then, sit down. Let’s make this really special.” she says as she kneels before him. She gives his lips one last peck, sliding down to his neck as she helps him take his shirt off. She peppers his chest and stomach with kisses, lifting up only to take his trousers off and her own dress. His cock springs free as he takes his underwear off and she starts slowly palming his half hard erection.

“Tell me to stop if it’s too much.” she says as she licks a stripe up the underside of his dick. She works on his length, her head bobbing up and down as she looks at him. She senses he’s about to cum and stops, getting up to his lips level, telling him how much of a good boy he is, and he gets so flustered. She stands up and goes to her bathroom to find a condom, when she gets back, she is met with the image of him palming himself. Throwing him the condom package, she sees how nervous he is and helps him put it on, then slowly sinks down on him. He hisses with the feeling, getting used to it as she keeps a slow speed.

Feeling more confident, he starts thrusting up, meeting her strokes halfway. He doesn’t last long, gripping her hips tight as he cums. It takes him a while to gain his voice again, panting as she gets off his lap and lays down on the couch, getting her legs on his lap.

“Wait, you didn’t cum. Let me eat you out.” he tells her as he squeezes her calf. She lets out a little laugh and says “It’s okay. This was about you, this was about making it special for you. We’ll have plenty of time for it later.”

She pulls him to lie down on her chest and they stay like that for what feels like hours, just feeling each other’s breathing, each other’s body. “Oh god! I didn’t even take you to the bedroom. We gotta do it again, make it really special.” she says laughing and he kisses her once again.

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[seidhrisms-blog]

A 1, 3, 4. - B 2, 7, 16. - C 1, 2. - D 4. - E 2, 3, - F 1, 7. - G 2, 6. - H 1, 4. - I 1. - J 6. - L 3, 9. ((//suffer with me :P ))

that is a lot so read more time

A1: What of the Meyers-Briggs personality types they most fit into? INFP, ENFT, et cetera…

ENFJ – The Protagonist

ENFJs are natural-born leaders, full of passion and charisma. Forming around two percent of the population, they are oftentimes our politicians, our coaches and our teachers, reaching out and inspiring others to achieve and to do good in the world. With a natural confidence that begets influence, ENFJs take a great deal of pride and joy in guiding others to work together to improve themselves and their community.

People are drawn to strong personalities, and ENFJs radiate authenticity, concern and altruism, unafraid to stand up and speak when they feel something needs to be said. They find it natural and easy to communicate with others, especially in person, and their Intuitive (N) trait helps people with the ENFJ personality type to reach every mind, be it through facts and logic or raw emotion. ENFJs easily see people’s motivations and seemingly disconnected events, and are able to bring these ideas together and communicate them as a common goal with an eloquence that is nothing short of mesmerizing.

The interest ENFJs have in others is genuine, almost to a fault – when they believe in someone, they can become too involved in the other person’s problems, place too much trust in them. Luckily, this trust tends to be a self-fulfilling prophecy, as ENFJs’ altruism and authenticity inspire those they care about to become better themselves. But if they aren’t careful, they can overextend their optimism, sometimes pushing others further than they’re ready or willing to go.

A3: Do they have any emotional or psychological conditions? Are they aware of it? Do they try to treat it?

Katerína is able-bodied and neurotypical. That she feels fortunate regarding physical and mental health (as well as other in other areas) is part of the reason she feels compelled to help others. While those she helps are amazing people who could very likely accomplish a lot on their own, many of them were simply dealt a worse hand.

A4: Are they a pessimist or an optimist? 

She is mostly an optimist. She believes that almost all people are capable of doing good, and most of them wish to do good. When good people do bad things, it is often a result of outside factors (such as poverty or mistreatment). She believes that by helping and inspiring others she can help to make a better world for everybody.

B2: Do they get frustrated when lines at places like pharmacies, check-outs, delis, banks, et cetera, are moving slowly?

She can usually occupy herself talking to the others in the line, or if nobody wants to talk then she can use her cell phone to talk to somebody. She is generally a patient individual. She understands that it’s typically not the fault of the employees and sometimes not even the fault of the management (such as when there is a higher than usual number of customers for the time of day and thus not enough employees to expedite the process).

B7: How do they respond to babies crying in public?

If she is alone she might use headphones to listen to music and drown out the noise. If she is talking to somebody and the conversation can be taken elsewhere, she might suggest that if there’s no clear sign that the baby will quiet down quickly.

B16: Does your OC like to be the center of attention or more in the mix?

She is okay with either. She does not sweat it when all the eyes in the room are on her, nor does she need attention all the time.

C1: Does your OC have a moral code? If not, how do they base their actions? If so, where does it come from, and how seriously do they take it?

Her form of morality fairly closely resembles Kant’s categorical imperative:

Act only according to that maxim whereby you can, at the same time, will that it should become a universal law.

In other words, she tries to always act in a way that could be consistently seen as good. She avoids lying, tries to help and to not harm others, etc.

The downside to this is that sometimes she will, for instance, be kinder to some people than they might deserve or tell the truth when the person would rather hear a lie.

C2: Would your OC feel bad if they acted against their morals? If not, would they find a way to excuse themselves for it?

She would. She can be very hard on herself when she does something that she feels she should not have done. She will very rarely excuse poor behaviour, of others or of herself.

D4: Would they like to be immortal? Why, why not? If they are immortal, would they rather not be?

Her belief is that upon her death she will join Freyja in Fólkvangr. She would not wish to live an immortal life on Earth, because to die and join the gods is a great honour.

E2: Which of the nine types of intelligence is your OC strongest in? Weakest? (Linguistic, existential, naturalist, et cetera)

She is strongest in Interpersonal and Naturalistic knowledge and weakest in Logical-Mathematical knowledge.

E3: How many languages do they speak?

Three. Icelandic is her native language, although she speaks more English as a result of her time online and her time traveling. She also speaks a fair amount of Danish as a tertiary language. She would like to learn more down the line.

F1: What sort of home do they live in now, if at all? How did they end up there?

After she finished her schooling, she set up a small house (basically a shack) on a patch of fertile land a few miles away from the closest major city. Thanks to the low cost of land in the area and the basic income level that citizens receive, as well as her ability to live primarily off the land, she is able to maintain this living space without needing to work a job.

F7: What’s their “dream career” or job situation?

She would not particularly want to work a traditional career. She ideally would like to maintain her current way of living for as long as possible.

G2: Who makes up your OC’s family, at least the more important members to them?

She has living parents, but she does not live with them. They live further north in Akureyri, where she grew up and attended schooling. She visits them occasionally. She has no extended family that she is aware of.

G6: Do they have any favorite childhood memories?

While she grew up with her Norse polytheistic religious beliefs, the other spiritual practices were found later through online communities. She still fondly remembers when she first found them, and her first spells and rituals. Many of the friends from that time are still her friends now.

H1: What is your OC’s orientation, romantic and/or sexual? Has it ever been a source of stress for them? Have they always been pretty sure of their orientation?

She is homoromantic and homosexual. In the time/setting of Overwatch (at least as I imagine it), people are more open with sexuality and are less heteronormative; thus, she never went through the ‘I just assume I’m straight’ phase that many people go through, and her sexuality was never much of an issue.

H4: Does your OC believe in love in first sight?

She is a huge hopeless romantic type and is quick to think that infatuations are soulmates. Even after past experiences where she’s been burned or where the passion eventually faded, she hasn’t learned any lessons. She thinks love at first sight is real, but she also thinks every crush she has is the one.

I1: What are their favorite kinds of flavors– Sweet, salty, sour, spicy, creamy, et cetera?

There are foods she likes of all five basic tastes (e.g. spicy peppers, sour citrus fruits, savory tomatoes, bitter grapefruit), but especially sweet things. Strawberries are particularly special as they are a fruit associated with Freyja, but she also loves blueberries, raspberries, etc.

J6: How do they react to people whose political viewpoints are very opposite of theirs?

If someone disagrees with her but their stance is one that does not hurt others, she will respect their opinion and will often take their thoughts into consideration and reevaluate her own stance.

If someone’s stance is one that actively hurts other people, she will oppose them.

L3: Did you create the character to be like yourself, did they end up being like yourself, or are they very different from you?

There are things about her that we have in common, which was mostly in an attempt to make a character that I like and that is fairly easy for me to write. There are some differences, however. For instance, she follows Norse polytheism while I follow Greek polytheism. She is native to Iceland while I was born in America (though I do have Nordic heritage). This gives me reason to learn more than I previously did about these beliefs and cultures.

L9: How did you come up with your OC?

I sat down and said I wanted to “make an SJW Witch for the OvW universe” and then I did that. I spent a few hours reading on various topics and making decisions for the design of the character. It’s possible I’ll make changes to things in the future, but I like what I came to so far.