#if anyone wants to send in any asks or anything ill try to answer them while at work too!!

[rexscanonwife]

Good morning, everyone!! Today is Friday, February the 28th and it also happens to be my THIRD ANNIVERSARY with Captain Rex of The Clone Wars 🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺

My handsome captain! My brave, loyal, sturdy soldier! 🥺 even though I've cycled through a few other fixations over the years, star wars and by extension Rex is always there and always ready to make a comeback as though he never left! He's the longest-staying f/o I've ever had at this point now, and I don't think the love is ever going to go away.

The lore I've created with him and my s/i Brea is something that's SACRED to me. I've put hours of care, thought, and above all love into the way they fall in love and how that love carries them through the series and helps them survive the war. How it leads them to each other again no matter how many times they're separated. He's the first f/o that I was able to imagine growing old with, their love lasting for years and years into the future!

Its incomplete at the moment, but here's a document of the lore I've been trying to put together if anyone cares to read it 🫶

Unfortunately circumstances aren't the best this time around, I'm working and won't have the anniversary art ready on time, but he'll still be on my mind and in my heart today 💖 and I'll be reblogging some of my favorite art pieces I've either drawn or recieved today!

I can't thank you guys enough for sticking around, all of those who are fans of this ship mean the most to me and I love you all! 😭

[cuubism]

thinking about baby wish and how once she gets sick both hob and dream will 100% get TERRIFIED and very antsy due to their past with their own child :')

funny enough i already had a drabble kind of like this so i've gone and finished it up for you :)

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Anyone who wants to rob Johanna should probably do a more subtle job of it than leaving the damn door to her flat cracked open for her to find. They’d tripped her wards, too—amateurs—making her scramble home in the middle of a job to catch them in the act.

She pushes the door open carefully, knife held in one hand. The light’s on in her kitchen, which gives her pause. Surely any burglar—especially one stealing magical artifacts—would get what they need and get out?

She really should have been less surprised to burst into the kitchen and find Hob leaning against the counter.

“Finally,” he says.

Johanna irritably puts the knife away. “Why are you in my house?”

“You weren’t answering my calls.”

“I was working. I can’t just drop everything to watch your strange baby.” She’s gotten roped into that a few times. Not a lot of reputable childcare around for supernatural infants, apparently. Not that Johanna counts as ‘reputable childcare’.

At least Dream pays well for it. And Jo’s grown fond of the little critter, to her chagrin.

Hob sighs, scrubbing his hands over his face, and finally Johanna takes a proper look at him.

He looks exhausted. Hair a mess, like he’s been running his hands through it, stubble coming in unevenly on his cheeks, clothes all wrinkled. When he drops his hands from his face again, he gives her a pleading look.

“What’s going on?” she asks.

“Wish is sick,” Hob says. “I don’t— I don’t know what it is. She doesn’t normally get flus and things like that. She’s just… fading. She won’t wake up.”

Well, shit. “What does Dream have to say about it?”

“He’s been pushing power to her from the Dreaming to keep her stable while we try to figure it out,” Hob says, starting to pace across the kitchen, tugging on his hair, “but now he’s gone under too and I—”

“Hang on,” Jo exclaims, “you’ve been letting Dream drain the Dreaming?”

“You think I get to let Dream do anything?” Hob says, exasperated. “He does want he wants. In any case, we needed to buy time, but I think we’re out of it again. Will you help me or not? Because if not I need to find someone else who will.”

“I’ll help you,” Jo says, groaning internally. “If I can.”

If Dream is actually ill too then she has, unfortunately, at least some degree of responsibility to not let this become a repeat of the sleeping sickness. Besides which… she’s fond of Wish.

Hob looks so relieved that she feels bad for her reluctance. He’s practically vibrating as he helps her gather her things and then leads her, at speed, back across town to his home.

--

Once upstairs, they step quietly into the bedroom. Wish is asleep in her crib, cat plushie clutched in one hand. She’s gotten bigger since Jo last saw her, almost a proper toddler now. And she looks… alright? At least from afar. She’s sleeping very deeply though.

Dream, meanwhile, is slumped in bed like a dead man, one arm trailing down limply to the floor. His skin is even more pale than usual, forehead beaded with sweat. She shakes his shoulder and he doesn’t move. When Jo focuses, honing in with the Sight, she can make out a thin trail of power going from Dream’s hand to Wish’s.

Jo focuses on Wish. Takes her hand. She’s been working on her Sight, and she can sense now that whatever power Dream is funneling into Wish is just going straight through her and out into whatever is draining her. It may be keeping her stable but it’s primarily just getting burned up into nothingness.

Alright so they’ve got to stop that before Dream fucking kills himself because this is a bottomless pit. If they don’t interrupt it he’ll evaporate the Dreaming from the inside out.

“What he’s doing isn’t working,” she tells Hob. “Something’s draining any power he sends her.”

“Can you tell what?”

She can’t sense anything obvious. No malevolent presence. No connection to Wish’s power, other than Dream’s.

“I don’t know,” she says. “But Dream isn’t helping. I’m going to try to break the connection.”

Hob looks concerned, glancing between Wish and Dream, but doesn’t stop her.

Johanna gets out her chalk, and starts drawing an elaborate warding circle around Wish’s crib. It’s a bit of a tossup, honestly, on whether she’ll be able to combat Dream’s magic. He is, after all, Endless. But if she focuses on containing Wish, rather than fighting against Dream, she might just be able to do it.

Hob sits on the bed beside Dream, looking on anxiously, but giving her space. Johanna seals the final stroke of the warding circle, and—

—nothing obvious happens. But the connection between Dream and Wish, visible only with the Sight, slows to a trickle. She wasn’t able to break it completely, Dream’s power is too strong for that, but at least it’s not the flood that it was before.

“They didn’t wake up,” Hob says, clutching at Dream’s hand. “Shouldn’t Dream have woken up at least?”

“He’s probably weakened himself,” Jo says. “He won’t drain himself into nothing now, though.”

Hob looks down at Dream limp beside him. “Now that he’s connected with her power Dream might have been able to tell us how to fix it,” he says, hands twisting together anxiously. “Fuck I wish he would wake up.”

Dream jolts awake in bed, gasping for breath, eyes wild. Hob jumps in alarm, but quickly clutches at him, holding him steady. “Dream.”

Jo looks between Dream and Wish. “Shit.”

“What?” says Hob, jumping up as if to rush over to Wish, but hesitating between her and Dream.

“Her power…” Dream says, his voice still its low rumble, despite his evident exhaustion. “I felt it spike, before I woke.”

“She wished you awake,” Johanna says. “Or, technically Hob did. And Wish’s power made it happen. That’s got to be what’s draining her— all over the world people are wishing things all the time, and she’s granting them.”

“Isn’t that kind of her function?” Hob says.

“No,” says Dream. “Just as I shepherd dreams but do not make all of them manifest in the Waking world, Wish’s power carries wishes, but does not grant them. A few, she can make real—but to grant all wishes would destabilize reality.”

“She’s just a baby, how’s she supposed to know that?”

“Exactly,” says Jo. “It needs to be limited until she can learn how to limit it herself. If you’d like, I can—”

Dream’s eyes flash threateningly. “You dare to hinder my daughter’s power?”

“She clearly can’t control it!” Jo exclaims. “If you don’t put a limit on it, she’ll burn through it again.”

Dream looks murderous, but Hob lays a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I think Johanna’s right. It’s not like we’d let her run around the city without us either, is it? Kids have to have limits.”

That softens Dream’s expression into something that’s almost a smirk. “Like your leash.”

“Are you seriously one of those people that has a child leash?” Jo says to Hob, incredulous.

“My baby can fly!” he says indignantly. “Not all of us can just grow wings to chase after her.” He pokes Dream.

For a moment Johanna gets distracted by the image of Hob flying Wish like a balloon, but comes back to her senses. “Look,” she says to Dream, “I can put a ward around her if you want—”

“I will do it.” He stands, only slightly unsteady on his feet, and walks over to Wish’s crib. Hob follows him, keeping a hand braced low on his back to support him. Dream picks Wish up, cradling her in his arms. Smoothes a hand over her forehead and hair.

She really doesn’t look much worse for wear, other than still being asleep. Dream’s the one who looks like he got run over by a train. Nevertheless he sprinkles dream sand over her, letting it whirl around her in a big spiral.

“I do not have unilateral control over her function,” he says, “but I will tie her powers to mine again, so—”

“Didn’t we just learn that was a bad idea?” Jo says.

Dream casts her an irritated glance for the interruption. “So,” he continues, “I can use the Dreaming to corral her power and keep it contained around her. As I did before she was born. I will mind her, and be sure the use of her power is moderate.”

The dream sand fades away, and Dream runs his hand over Wish’s hair again. “Wake up, my love,” he says to her, much softer than the tone he’d used with Johanna. “You are alright now.”

She shifts in his arms, nose scrunching up, letting out a quiet whine as she finally opens her eyes. “Mama.”

Johanna still hasn’t figured out why Dream is “mama.” She has her suspicions but she definitely doesn’t want to think about Dream giving birth. Nope, not at all, definitely not.

Dream smiles down at Wish. “How are you feeling?”

Wish reaches up to touch his face, grabbing at his cheek. “Lotsa wishes, Mama.”

“Yes, very many wishes indeed,” says Dream. “Now, you must go to Dada, because your Mother is about to collapse.”

Hob swoops in to grab Wish just as Dream’s legs go out from under him. Johanna is left to catch Dream, and grabs him by the arm, hauling him back over to the bed. Dream collapses back onto the pillows, panting. God, he looks absolutely exhausted.

Hob props Wish on his hip and comes over to him, touching the back of his hand to Dream’s forehead even though Jo is pretty sure you can’t gauge an Endless’s wellbeing that way.

“It is fine, Hob,” Dream says, though it doesn’t look particularly fine. Nevertheless, they’ve solved the problem, so it probably will be fine, sooner or later, or so she hopes.

Wish reaches for Dream. “Stories, Mama?”

“Perhaps tomorrow night, my love,” Dream says, eyes already falling shut.

“Mama needs to take a nap,” says Hob, draping a blanket over Dream with his free hand. “We’ll go read the next chapter of our book, hm?”

“Book!” Wish agrees.

Hob leans down to kiss Dream’s forehead. Wish reaches out with grabby hands, so Hob holds her out to kiss Dream’s forehead, too. “Kiss!” she says.

It’s kind of sickeningly adorable. 

Johanna follows Hob out into the living room, feeling a bit whiplashed by all of it. Hob sets Wish down on the couch, then scrubs his hands over his face, taking a shuddering breath. For a moment, it seems like he might crumple, but he steels himself.

Johanna isn’t really good at this kind of thing, but she rests a hand on his arm. “She’s alright, Hob,” she says, attempting a comforting tone.

“Oh, I know, she’s probably forgotten it already.” He gives her a wan smile. “Not sure Wish was the one much bothered by all this in the first place.” 

Jo feels a pang of sympathy. If anything, Hob got the worst of it, witnessing it all without being able to do much of anything to help.

“Let me know if you need anything, yeah?” she says.

He nods. Meanwhile Wish reaches out her hands to Johanna, crawling towards the edge of the couch. “Auntie Jo!”

Johanna sets her back before she can fall, then shakes her hand solemnly. “Pleasure doing business with you, as always. Let’s hope you haven’t wished anyone the nuclear codes.”

“Nu-clee-ur,” Wish echoes, with surprisingly good pronunciation.

Hob pales. “Let’s not introduce the concept of bombs to my child who likes to play with the electrical sockets, please.”

Johanna just laughs. “Your problem for later, mate.”

She turns to leave, then hesitates. Goddammit, she is becoming so fucking soft.

She gives Hob a hug.

He freezes in surprise. Then wraps his arms around her in turn. “Thanks,” he whispers.

Johanna pats his back, then pulls away before it gets any more awkward. She waves to Wish on the couch. “Be good, Sparkle!”

Wish waves goodbye, and with that Johanna heads out to leave them to it—though she’s sure, with the rate things are going, it won’t be for long.

[grims-local-pkmn-irl-hub]

How to Write Engaging Anons

I’ve spoken to a lot of people behind close doors and we have all come to a realization: PKMN IRL as a community isn’t the greatest at sending engaging anons,,,

A lot of anons tend to get off track from what the blog runner is trying to do or will send completely unrelated anons during a plot moment on someones blog which can be incredibly frustrating for the blog runner.

So, I’ve decided to compile a little “guide” to help.

Look over the recent posts of a blog to see if they’re doing anything that could be considered plot relevant before sending an anon. Are they vague posting about something? Did they cut off a tangent too short? Did they mention they have stories to share if anyone wants them? Did they say something off or slightly concerning? ASK ABOUT IT! Ask them to elaborate! Ask for more detail!

Try and keep asks on task if a plot hook/point is currently happening. It is incredibly discouraging for a blog runner to see the notif for an anon only to open it and it have nothing to do with what they are currently trying to reveal/be engaged with. Do not latch onto a bit like your life depends on it because you are most likely just tiring out the blog runner who just wants to share interesting character/story info. Bits have a time and a place.

Don’t have a character that would realistically send that anon? Then don’t send it as that character, send it as yourself. The blog runner and character will not know the difference. This also has an added benefit of baiting a character into talking about something you know your character can then interact with. Anons are great for interaction in more ways than just asks.

Worried someone already sent the ask you’re about to send? SEND IT ANYWAYS! A blog runner would much prefer two of asks of generally the same question than zero asks! And it shows that people care enough to ask that question twice! It gives the blog runner something to think about when writing!

Don’t have any idea of what anon to send without an ask game? SEND THE SUPER “BASIC” ONES! I promise you that very basic questions like “how do feel about this”, “why do you say that”, “you mentioned [this], can you elaborate more” ARE LOVED BY BLOG RUNNERS!!! So much can be understood about a character’s mental state or attitude depending on how they choose to answer these questions. They’re “basic” and “overused” because they are really good questions to ask!

Try and engage critically with a character! Remember! This is an RP community! We are playing these characters as if they are real so you need to treat them like people! For example: Telling a very clearly mentally ill character that their thought process isn’t healthy and that they should just go to therapy isn’t the most helpful anon and it especially isn’t when that seems to be all the blog runner gets when they’re character gets like that. A good way to try and engage critically is to ask similar questions as above such as “why do you think that” along with some others like “can you walk me through your thought process”, “do you know when you started acting/thinking like this”, etc.

IC Hate Anons. These anons are fun and good! They can be very useful for story telling and showing off certain aspects of a character! They can also be super draining especially when that seems to be all that a character gets when trying to do plot hooks/points. It can make a blog runner’s motivation wane and deplete when all it ever seems like is that anons want to use their character as a punching bag. A good way to negate this is if you send an IC hate anon is to quickly follow it up with an anon that’s trying to engage critically and is asking questions and treating the character as a person. This allows for a blog runner to have choices on whether they want their character to be a punching bag right now and get beat down or would rather follow the anons line of questioning.

Ask games. I know I’m beating a dead horse here but SEND AN ASK TO THE PERSON YOU ARE REBLOGGING FROM. The blog runner will see you reblogging it from them and be waiting for an ask to come in and then it never does. Send an ask. They are literally pre-written most of the time. Okay that’s all I have to say here. 👍

Make sure the anon has some sort of substance. Even when sending anons outside of plot periods make sure the anon has something the character and blog runner can actually feasibly answer. One word anons that are just “yeah” or “okay” are incredibly difficult to respond to. So is randomly being sent quotes or things that just generally have nothing to do with the blog or pokemon in general. People have an easier time when being sent asks about their character’s pokemon, family, friends, most recent stupid post, etc. I have about 40 anons rotting in my inbox for @/espers-n-espurrs because they have nothing to respond to. And this isn’t to say silly/dumb anons shouldn’t be a thing. They should be but they should also be something someone could reasonably reply with besides just replying with “why the fuck did you send me this”.

In all, remember you are not only engaging with a character and their story but you are also engaging with a blog runner. You may never know their name or have a one on one conversation with them but the asks you send their characters do have an effect on the blog runner.

Show that you are engaging with their character, show that you care about the story they are trying to tell.

Reblogs are important for interaction but in my mind asks are the backbone of this community. A good ask and a good response allows for a good chance for others to be able to interact with the response IC.

But yeah, remember, the blog runner is still there behind that screen, you are still interacting with them when you interact with their character. Give them something to work with when you send an ask.

[pooks]

part 7 of straw hat!ichiji and without further ado, we'll dive into the next one; Drum Island arc

Nami is sick

as Nami falls sick in a seemingly serious illness, Sanji is taking it harder because of trauma; he has seen Ichiji become seriously ill when they starved on the rock island with Zeff and he had thought he was gonna die.

Sanji has unresolved trauma when it comes to serious illnesses and Ichiji doesn't know how to fix the problem since he cares very little about his own wellbeing.

with Nami out of commission, Ichiji takes over the nagivating role temporarily. he proves to be very decent on it and uses Zeff's old logbook as his guide through the Grand Line. he notices that since the weather is becoming steadingly colder, they must be nearing a winter island.

everyone has different responses to Nami's illness; Luffy, Usopp and Sanji nearly panics while Vivi becomes worried and anxious. Zoro and Ichiji mostly takes the role as the rational ones.

Ichiji is starting to feel under the weather as well and he wonders if his physical body had a delayed reaction due to his modified genetics. he doesn't fall instantly ill like Nami did, but he becomes more fatigued, irritated and loses his appetite (although he forces himself to eat something).

to distract himself from Nami's sickness and his brother's bad moods, Sanji dotes on Nyansha, their new ship cat who can shift size at will. he likes how friendly and cuddly Nyansha is and thinks back at the Baratie. he remembers how he and Ichiji used to nag at Zeff to have a pet and were always refused because the Baratie was a sea-faring restaurant and he didn't want any animals fall into the water and drown.

Zoro notices that Ichiji isn't doing well and keep scratching his neck, so he asks if he's really fine. Ichiji waves off his concerns and just says "don't worry about it".

meeting Wapol and entering Drum Island

Vivi decides to set course for any island nearby in hopes to find a doctor for the sick Nami, instead of heading towards Alabasta. Ichiji has a brief conversation with her and informs her that while she's already burdened with the serious state of her land, she chose to save another's life and it's not something to scoff at. Vivi remarks that Ichiji seems to understand her better than anyone and wonders if he knows a lot about monarchy and diplomacy (given his prior knowledge of Alabasta and displaying dormant skills of leadership).

Ichiji goes still after that and answers "well, we all have skeletons in the closet, don't we? and no, i don't want to talk about it."

as he tends to do sometimes, Ichiji looks over the ocean and thinks about the brothers he left behind in Germa in favor for Sanji. he always regrets leaving them behind and being unable to bring all his little brothers with himself and he hopes that they're faring well, despite Germa being...Germa.

the peace isn't for long, as an unfamiliar pirate ship approaches the Merry and attacks them. through irritated, Ichiji fights along with Zoro, Luffy and Sanji, using the gun Zeff had given him and Sanji (the very one Sanji aimed at Miss All Sunday). they encounter Wapol, a Devil Fruit user and has eaten the Munch Munch fruit and eats exactly anything.

after attempting to eat the ship, Luffy fights him and sends him flying across the ocean. the pirates retreats, however.

Luffy attempts to cheer up Nami, but fails. it's a very hard day on the crew since no one has apparently been sick before (Sanji denies this, but Ichiji mutters a "lies" but disguises it into a cough). the next day, they're reaching a winter island, Drum Island, and drops their anchor there. but they're suddenly ambushed by its' hostile inhabitants.

Ichiji decides to try to reason with them along with Vivi, telling them that they have a sick person onboard and she needs aid. a villager, however, shoots at Vivi when Sanji was about to defend himself from the same shooting villager.

Luffy resolves the situation, after being briefly angered by the violence against his nakama (and being urged by Vivi to not chose violence as counter measure) and Dalton, the leader, and the villagers decides to help them.

Luffy, Sanji, Vivi, Usopp heads down to the village with Nami and leaves Zoro, Ichiji and Karoo onboard the Merry. before they leave, Sanji notices that his older brother has flushed cheeks, but Ichiji says it's because of the cold.

Sanji trails after Luffy, Usopp, Vivi and Nami, but not before looking behind himself at Ichiji.

Zoro is lost and Ichiji falls

after staying in the village for a while and finding out the nearest doctor, one Dr. Kureha, also known as "the witch", resides on a castle on top of a tall rock-like mountain, Luffy and Sanji heads there with Nami to cure her while Vivi & Usopp remains in the village with Dalton. Ichiji and Zoro standing guard on the ship, in case more enemies turned up.

Ichiji kept himself inside the galley when Zoro decided to train in the cold, since he felt less tolerant to the cold than usual and he wasn't in mood to deal with Zoro "unreasonable training montage". but he got suspicious when he heard a lack of "swordman noises" and when he went to check, he found both Zoro and Karoo missing.

Ichiji braves the cold surroundings of Drum Island, dressed warmly and yet, still freezing as if he had no outerwear. trying to locate the missing Zoro is like searching for a needle in a pile of hay, but Ichiji keeps trying.

his illness starts to process more aggressively, putting Ichiji's wellbeing at risk; his fever sky-rockets, he becomes weak and delirious, and soon, he's gotten himself lost as well. fortunately for him, a sled nears him and nearly runs him over; it's Dr. Kureha along with Chopper (in walk point).

Ichiji doesn't call her anything, but he asks her if she's seen "a green-haired, half-naked fool" somewhere. Kureha doesn't answer the question and instead, inquires about his own health since he looks like he's about to keel over. Ichiji decides to be honest and says that he isn't well, but it's the least of his problems since he needs to find his friend.

Ichiji doesn't get to say more before his strength is drained and he collapses in the snow, completely overtaken by his fever.

(Kureha and Chopper decides to bring him with them, as Ichiji will surely die from his fever or the cold if he stays outside)

reunited at the castle, an unbreakable bond of brothers

by the time Luffy, Sanji and Nami are safely inside the castle, they're in a horrible state; Luffy, exhausted from climbing the drum rock with his bare hands and carrying on his two crew mates, is suffering hypothermia. Nami is seriously ill, hovering between life and death and Sanji is critically injured with a broken spine and internal bleeding from the avalanche.

Chopper and Kureha treats them as the group is in a critical condition. Nami is the first one who comes around and the cause of her illness is revealed; Kestia, a poisonous tick from Little Garden causes a "five day sickness" that ends in death.

she also finds out that she isn't alone in the room she's staying in, she sees Ichiji in another bed and panics. it turns out that Ichiji was also bitten by a Kestia tick (flashback to the post-battle in Little Garden, when he slapped his neck from a "mosquito bite"). Kureha has discovered that Ichiji has a different metabolism than an ordinary human which is why his illness progressed slower than Nami. however, his intolerance to the cold and stress made his body enough weak for the Kestia bacteria to advance faster and more aggressively.

Chopper then runs into the room, being chased by Luffy and Sanji who mistook him for food source. however, Sanji stops when he sees his older brother seriously ill and becomes shocked, getting vivid flashback to his past.

we get a narrated flashback from Sanji's POV. he remembers the rock island they were stuck on, starving for 80+ days. during the five last days on the rock, Ichiji fell seriously ill due to eating lesser than Sanji, exhausting himself by collecting morning dew for his brother, enduring night watches and exposure from the sun. after they got saved by a passing ship, Ichiji was put under quarantine due to his illness being so serious along with starvation. he was ill for two months while Sanji and Zeff recovered. Sanji remembers watching his brother suffer from fever, chills, nausea, etc. he had never seen Ichiji weak ever in his life and the thought of Ichiji dying for his sake gave him nightmares and Sanji cried for every day, believing that his brother would surely die.

Sanji tears away from his narrated flashback, seeing Ichiji suffering in the same state and gets a trauma-induced panic attack. he breaks down crying, terrified that his brother is dying once again, blames himself for not seeing the signs and begs the unconscious Ichiji to not leave him alone.

before Kureha is about to hit Sanji's head for whining so much, Ichiji speaks up, revealing he's been awake the whole time

"Geez, you're still such a crybaby, Sanji..."

Sanji screams of grief and anger, hugging Ichiji and saying...something, but no one is able to understand what he's saying since he's crying and sobbing at the same time.

(foreshadowing to Sanji's "△✕~◑※◇♨*~✖✹" in water 7)

Ichiji is still running a fever and seemigly drifts off, but not before he managed to reassure his little brother and his captain (because let's face it, Luffy is freaking out at the thought of his nakama dying) that he'll be fine soon.

everyone thinks he's asleep because of his closed eyes, but he's conscious enough to hear Chopper's story when Kureha tells Sanji and Nami (while Luffy is off chasing the poor reindeer again to make him join his crew).

Wapol returns and the siege of Drum Castle

their luck runs short when Wapol makes a return to the castle, intending to "rule" Drum Island again (which would lead to more of the people's suffering). once again, Luffy fights Wapol but this time, it becomes personal when Wapol shoots at the jolly roger of the long passed Dr. Hiriluk, Chopper's mentor and adoptive father.

Luffy engages in full battle, enraged over how "fake pirates" like Wapol just shoots a jolly roger without a single respect.

inspired by Luffy, Chopper shows that he doesn't have just medical skills, but battle skills as well and joins the battle. Sanji attempted to join as well, but his back injury flares up, rendering him out of commission with Kureha guarding him.

while his two henchmen, fused into one, fights Chopper and Luffy gets distracted, Wapol sneaks into the castle. he stumbles onto Nami, who's already well enough to walk around thanks to Chopper and Kureha's wonder medicine.

the only difference here from canon is that Ichiji arrives in time, still feverish, and jumps at Wapol, pulling at his hair as the ex-king attacks her (which also gives Nami the perfect moment to steal the key from Wapol).

Nami manages to escape, but Wapol is now chasing Ichiji. the antibiotic remedy against his illness is progressing, but Ichiji is already exhausted and Wapol corners him, intending to kill him. Luffy finds them just in time and engages in one final battle before he emerges victorious, having punched Wapol across the next island with a Gum Gum Bazooka.

Dr. Hiriluks cherry blossom snow, Chopper joins the straw hats

with the antibiotic treatment finally taking effect for Ichiji (due to his fast metabolism) and Sanji is getting his back (painfully) fixed again, Luffy tries again and again to recruit Chopper to his crew

Nami attempts to negotiate with Kureha; she hands over the key if Kureha discharges her, Sanji and Ichiji. Ichiji, however, doesn't want Nami to do that since he wants she and Sanji to recover first (once again, he neglects to include himself) before heading to Alabasta. Kureha takes the key, but says they must stay in the castle...but also that there's a coat in the room and the guards aren't present. Nami takes it as a sign that they're free to go.

when Sanji's treatment is complete, Nami and Ichiji brings him as they go outside. Ichiji is nearly fully recovered at this point and is carrying Sanji on his back, who's still out of it from his treatment. Ichiji takes a moment to reflect on old memories and muses that he hasn't done this since they were kids.

barely some moments later, Chopper is joining them but Kureha is chasing after him with weapons, so the Straw Hats panics and decides to pack it to leave. Ichiji wastes no time getting into a sled, still carrying Sanji on his back. however, they get to witness something wonderous.

using Hiriluk's "cure for the country's cold heart", the straw hats and everyone else witnesses cherry blossoms falling onto the snowy island. Ichiji, with a now conscious Sanji leaning on his shoulder, remarks that he has never seen something so beautiful in his life and it's enough to almost bring tears.

with the perfect send-off to Chopper and having a ship doctor onboard, the straw hats sets sail for Alabasta

[kiwiikato]

Hi! I saw your requests are open so I need someone to write some Ken x reader ideas lol but first I wanted to know if you have any rules or is there anything you don't feel comfortable writing? 👉🏻👈🏻

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PLEASE DO TAG/CREDIT ME IF YOU USE ANY OF THESE IDEAS :3 i would love to read everyone’s work

i really hope this is accurate to what you want in your requests, so let’s go! i’ll try to get a good amount out for u :3

as for the comfortable part, i don’t really have any rules, just the usual avoiding really weird and socially bad topics

note! if anyone wants to request these headcannons as an actually drabble, i would be more than willing to do it. just pls be aware that i am hesitant on nsfw stories but i’d be willing to give it a try!

kenji sato x reader ideas!

divorced dad! kenji x preschool teacher! reader - very wholesome story, kenji takes his child to school and after a couple of interactions, he can’t help but get nervous and ask you out for dinner, finding your kind and loving nature for his child lovable.

baseball player! kenji x reporter! reader

married couple! kenji x reader - just a story of cute moments they have as a married couple, whether it be sleeping, cooking, dancing, showering, and so on. all these actions and moments pure and sweet.

kenji x old childhood friend! reader

kenji x ex-girlfriend/boyfriend! reader - the usual ex couple who runs into one another and can’t deny their remaining attraction to one another, giving it another shot

exhausted! kenji x sweet convenience worker! reader - on the days where kenji is more exhausted from taking care of emi, he takes a break picking out some snacks for himself to enjoy. the convenience worker there ends up feeling bad for him and giving him the snacks for free on you. this one time interactions becomes more frequent and he eventually asks you out on a date with a cute confession.

kenji x marine biologist! reader - kenji goes and asks you, a dr. in marine biology, specific weird questions, all correlating to emi (who you don’t know about). it isn’t till he keeps coming back more, that he finally introduces you to emi, making you become excited at the cute scaly kaiju.

kenji! x coaches daughter/son! reader

kenji x ami’s sister! reader

ultraman! kenji x robotics engineer! reader - a cute story of kenji always “accidently” breaking things and returning back to you to fix them, all as an excuse to see you.

ultraman! kenji x ultraperson! reader

kenji x architect! reader - kenji hires an architecture to help add onto his house, the constant meetings get you closer and closer

kenji x personal chef! reader

kenji x kaiju whisperer! reader - only one person really knows anything about kaijus, you! being the only person to actually have stumbled across kaijus, you begin to study them and grow your knowledge. when kenji first gets emi, he struggles to take care of her, giving in to searching for the girl who is rumored to be a kaiju whisperer. he eventually hires you and the two of you become closer over time.

kenji! x single mother! reader

kenji sato x reader angst ideas!

couple! kenji x reader - motorcycle incident - either the reader OR kenji get into a motorcycle accident and are sent to the hospital. the unharmed partner runs to the hospital in a hurry, panicking at the wounds they’re significant other have sustained. when they get to the hospital, they can’t help but to demand answers and cry as they wait for you to come back from the operation room.

cheating! kenji x reader

kenji x cheating! reader

divorced couple! kenji x reader

mourning kenji x reader - it’s been a couple months, maybe even a year, since his partner passed away due to a illness. each day is a reminder of how you’re no longer there in front of him and it tears him apart. sending him into grief and loosing his bonds and hobbies in the process.

kenji x reader - fighting and falling out of love

college playboy! kenji x reader

asshole celebrity! kenji x reader - kenji is getting interviewed, and in the midst of the questions, he is asked about his love life and calls you a temporary fling, hurting your feelings and making you leave his place saddened

ultraman! kenji x injured in battle! reader

kenji x kidnapped for ransom! reader

kenji sato x reader nsfw ideas!

dominant! kenji x submissive! reader

submissive! kenji x dominant! reader

sports rivals! kenji x m!reader

annoyed/sexually frustrated! kenji x reporter! reader - kenji is being watched by a reporter, you, so his normal routines are being disrupted, including sexual relief. eventually he catches you, lectures you, get frustrated, and you offer to do anything to not get sued. one thing led to another and BOOM! the nasties are done ;3

glory hole! kenji x reader

baseball player! kenji x assistant coach! reader

single father! kenji x babysitter! reader - kenji is a single father, struggling to raise his human child, he calls for a babysitter. you come into the picture and have now been working there for months, the both of you slightly eyeing eachother but staying professional. until one day, kenji’s kid is asleep and the two of you get some much needed alone time

ultraman! kenji x assistant! reader

[theheirofthesharingan]

Things to keep in mind before interacting with this blog

This blog is a safe place for both Itachi and Sasuke and their fans. I defend Itachi a lot.

Bonds important to both Sasuke and Itachi are respected here. There will be some criticism to everyone, but no hate.

I don't have any strong negative sentiment towards any character. It varies from unhinged kind of love (Itachi and Sasuke) to like and indifference to other characters. I don't invest my time hating on other characters, so you might not find hateful posts on most the characters.

The posts tagged as anti are not hateful. I tag them as such because I don't want confusion or misunderstanding.

I do not entertain the powerscalers and fandom activists. Anyone coming here with these ideas will be blocked without any explanations.

Strictly anti S*suSaku and It*Saku. If you ship them, it's fine by me, but please don't talk about the ships in my notes. Just because I'm anti these ships doesn't mean I hate the characters or want them to be hated in my notes. I will never write about them in my fics and will not read the fics featuring them.

Likewise, anti incest-ships as well. Itachi and Sasuke have the deepest bond, and it does not have to be misconstrued into something it's not. If you ship them, again, it's fine, but I will not be sharing the arts and fics on the ship here.

If you're following me and simultaneously being hateful towards Itachi, I will block you. I'm very specific about the people I interact with in the fandom.

Regarding Asks

I try to respond to all the asks. If it's ever delayed, it's because I'm really, really busy or I need to be in the proper state of mind to be able to answer it. I don't like throwing half-baked replies, so please don't think I'm ignoring you or your asks.

I don't mind long asks, and please don't ever apologise for sending me long asks or ranting in my ask box.

I block people who send rude asks as well. I can answer usually everything other than the rude ones or those with Y/N.

I have already written about S/a/kura and SS. I don't plan to write anything about the character or the ship. Please do not send me the asks about her or the ship. I will not be answering them from now onwards. There's already enough content on them in both the anti and pro tags. Please visit relevant tags on Tumblr.

On my fics

Some important links

I take a little bit of time to update them because the stories about Itachi and Sasuke are emotionally draining sometimes.

On the reasons Itachi gets unnecessary hate

On Itachi's mannerisms

Itachi was not retconned

On Itachi and Sasuke

On Itachi and Shisui

On Itachi and Kisame

Reasoning behind Itachi's actions

On Itachi's relationship with his parents

On Itachi's role in the Uchiha massacre

On Itachi's illness

Countering some major lies on Itachi

My Webweaving posts

Tragedy

Death

Brothers

The Parallel Lines

A Moment Lost in Time

Death before Death

Regret

[waytooobsessedwithmcyt]

anywyas i think i went too feral (AUGH I REFERENCED FERAL LIKE DOGS LIKE GEM NOOO) in your askbox so here’s another free redeemable excuse to infodump for the future :3 (ill prob send you one everytime one of the redeemables are answered so you always have an excuse :3)

-🎞️📹

Ok I was planning to use this for when I figured out Bigb's lore but inspiration struck so here's a un-proofread and un-betaed fanfic about Grian and Gem meeting

Tw for implied self harm and implied abuse under the read more

The light wind blew through his parrot feathers, rustling like leaves in a tree. It picked up a collection of falling leaves and danced them around like a miniature tornado. She was watching again. That was supposed to be his job. He knew she was there. She knew he knew. It wasn’t a peace they’d reached, but something else, an agreement that they would rip the other apart, but that neither would instigate. He’d never seen her in whole, but the flick of a gray ear, the padding in the forest when he was silent, and flashes of a tail let him know exactly what she was. Tonight the moon was empty, he walked home purposefully slowly, avoiding her never worked, but she always seemed to relax when he went slow.

Faint footsteps trailed after him, nearly silent to anyone not paying attention. He wanted to meet her, but she would always run away. Tonight felt different, she was closer than usual. He walked closer to the forest and her footsteps didn’t move away. He hoped for a sparse bit of plants that he could see her through, but all he caught was a glimpse of red hair, looking brown in the dark night.

“I think I’m done with this game,” he whispered, the footsteps stopped and he did too. They picked up again, she was running away. He tried to peer through the bushes, but the girl was already disappearing. Tucking in his wings, he dove through the bush, falling onto the dirty ground. He tripped over invisible roots as he tried to get up, but he got a small glance at the girl. He reached out with a hand, half looking for anything to steady himself and half trying to stop her from running. His hand clasped around her wrist and stopped her from running.

“Get off of me!” She cried, trying to rip her wrist away. This was the first time he’d heard her speak, she spoke with a similar accent to what his had been, though much higher pitched. The accent gave him pause, it was the first time in nearly 2 years he’d heard anyone except himself talk like that.

“Wait, I’m not trying to hurt you!” The girl had red hair, her gray wolf-like ears were pinned back against her head, despite the clear anger on her face, there was also something underneath that, it was fear. Whoever this girl was, she was terrified of him.

“I’m just doing what I was told, please don’t-” her anger began to melt, he saw her begin to hyperventilate, becoming more desperate in pulling her hand away. If he let her go now, she’d run away and he’d never have another chance. Under where he was grabbing her was a Watcher’s symbol. It was glowing a slight purple and everytime it lit up brighter, the girl winced and took a gasp of air, it must be hurting her in some way. On her neck was a tattoo of a collar, she looked like she was trying to cover it up, tugging at her shirt until it was half covered.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, just don’t run away, I’m not going to hurt you,” He didn’t mean to talk to her like a scared puppy, but he reached out an arm to try and calm her. She shifted her weight from foot to foot like a hunting dog pulling on the leash. “What’s your name?” He asked as gently as possible.

“Gemini,” Her eyes were wide, her hands shook as she spoke, she wasn’t pulling away as desperately anymore though.

They still didn’t put any effort into names, just naming them after their star sign. “Do you… like that name?”

“It doesn’t matter if I do or not, I can’t change it.”

“I’m asking you though, what name would you prefer?”

Her face was a weird combination of fear, sadness, and confusion, “I- just Gem I guess.”

“Grian,” Grian dropped Gem’s hand.

“I know.”

“Right,” Grian laughed, “You were sent to keep an eye on me, kind of ironic for a species called the Watchers.”

“You’re going to get me in trouble if I keep talking with you,” Gem took a couple of steps back, her Watcher symbol glowing.

“Wait,” he couldn’t let her leave, “I can disable that.”

“Don’t do that,” Gem whispered, “Please please don’t do that, they'll just hurt me more.”

Grian felt fierce protectiveness over this girl he’d just met, “What do they do to you?”

“Nothing I’m not trained to handle,” A fake smile crossed Gem’s face, a facade of the girl who he’d thought had been stalking him.

“I didn’t ask that, I asked what they’re doing to you,” Grian needed to know what horrors she’d been through to turn out like this.

Gem had completely closed down, all traces of emotion were gone from her face, when she spoke, it was in a carefully practiced and contained manner, “I’m sorry for my slip-up, I messed up, I should not have gotten scared of you.”

“Do you have a place to sleep? I have a guest room you can stay in,” He wasn’t going to let Gem go wandering by herself.

“I don’t want to be a burden, I’m content out here.”

Being gentle wasn’t working, he was going to feel terrible but if he wanted to get through to her he’d have to be a little more forward, “Walk by me, we’re going back to my house.”

“Why would I go anywhere with you,” Gem crossed her arms. Anger was better than a blank slate at least.

“Because I like helping people.”

“Why?”

“You’re so suspicious! I’m trying to help.”

“I don’t need help.”

“Debatable.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gem growled.

“You have two options, get home with me and let me get you food and a bed, or tell me what the Watchers do to you, I won’t make you talk in the first option,” Grian could tell Gem was thinking through the options.

“Fine, I’ll go home with you,” she relented. Her hand pulled at her clothes absentmindedly.

Grian took a step out of the woods, Gem followed. As she stepped out into the streetlight, Grian got a full look at her. Her hair was an orange red and her gray ears were actually tan with an orange tint, her tail was almost as fluffy as a fox tail, but clearly not well taken care of, it was coated in dirt. Her fingernails were long and sharp and her canine teeth were bigger than a humans. Her face was speckled with freckles and her eyes were bright green.

She was also covered in scars, her legs had tiny cuts that looked more like a knife than from thorns or scrapes. She hid her arms behind her back before he got a good look, but there was one huge scar along her entire forearm. He was one hundred percent going insane, this woman was trying to kill him, but she really just looked like she needed a hug.

Her eyes skittered around his wings like a scared deer. She was hunched over, but still taller than him, her ears were tucked beneath her hair and her tail was tucked between her legs.

Grian was going to get her out of the Watcher's hands or die trying.

[shadowfoxsilver]

jackrisstuff/jacrstuff/jacrsstuff/ jacrstuffsposts/jacrstuffsblog psa/beware

Update: As of 7/26/2023 all accounts are now down! Unfortunately this kind of scam still pops up as other users so please take caution if you get asks like this from accounts that are only a few days old and don’t show any images as proof of who they are. Always ask questions.

Update 2: As of 8/13/2023, their back under jacrstuffsblog.

[Image ID: A screenshot of an ask sent by jackrisstuff that reads as follows: “Hello sorry for tagging. Please help a black mother in need. I'm diagnosed with stage 4 ovarian cancer which has spread to my lungs, neck and brain. I'm in a very vulnerable situation with no treatment because l'm unable to afford one. Currently I'm homeless with my 19 months old daughter because we cant. Anything appreciated” and ends with a beating heart emoji. /End ID]

Just a heads up to my followers and anyone else, this account blocked me when I requested them to provide evidence that their a real person needing support. Instead of answering my concern and replying to a link that brought up suspicions, they opted to start spamming asks to my mutuals/followers in efforts to try and get them to share the aid post. This is clear proof they don’t intent to prove their a real person needing aid and are just spamming asks to everyone they can find instead of proving they actually need support.

I do not want people to be scammed because a blogger decided to spam my friends askboxes. If you got this ask, I also suggest you to ask the person for proof their legit or block them before they can spam your followers/people you shared from. It’s sickening they likely stole someone’s real fundraiser pictures to pass off as their own ill daughter.

This is exactly the reason why I try to tell people please don’t spam asks to get support. There are scammers who do the same thing and don’t like it when public concern is brought up. The email they give is linked to a suspended twitter account that was sending the same message but had an entirely different pic.

UPDATE!

New url is jacrstuff. Their trying to avoid my alert now which further proves their not legitimate. No one needing aid would change urls like this.

[Image ID: A screenshot of an ask sent by jacrstuff that reads as follows: “Hello sorry for tagging. Please help a black mother in need. I'm diagnosed with stage 4 ovarian cancer which has spread to my lungs, neck and brain. I'm in a very vulnerable situation with no treatment because l'm unable to afford one. Currently I'm homeless with my 19 months old daughter because we cant. Anything appreciated” and ends with a beating heart emoji. /End ID]

Update 2: Url change again instead of verifying who they are and still trying to get away from this warning. Now under jacrsstuff.

[Image ID: A screenshot of an ask sent by jacrsstuff that reads as follows: “Please help a black mother in need. I'm diagnosed with stage 4 ovarian cancer which has spread to my lungs, neck and brain. I'm in a very vulnerable situation with no treatment because I'm unable to afford one. Currently I'm homeless with my 19 months old daughter because we cant. I'm struggling for medicines, shelter and groceries that really puts a lot of stress on me. Anything help with a bearing heart emoji used and then and is very much appreciated ending with a praying hand emoji. /End ID]

Additionally, if you search their email provided in their post, it shows up with a suspended twitter account using the photograph of a white adult woman with a child while the asker claims to be a black adult woman with a child. The twitter post seems to use the same exact wording as the askers post though I am unable to find the source of the image they used for the twitter post.

Update again

yollandde on twitter is now running the same scam.

[siriuslygay1981]

How do you shift

Not sure if youre asking specifically how i shift or how to shift in general? But ill answer both!

How to shift:

Id recommend looking at blogs/videos etc of people who shift! Some post their shifting routine or advice! You can go in tags on tumblr and you'll find plenty of blogs with tons of info! Youtube has some great videos as well! I also made a small shifting informational notion if that might help too?

To start, everyones shifting journey and experiences are different and can vary a lot. What may work for me may not work for you!

Theres awake and sleep methods, most people start off/prefer asleep methods. Visualize, affirm, believe.

Visualize- Don't try to see every detail of a person or moment, just feel. Making props to look/listen to can help at this stage. (Playlists for characters/moments, notes, letters etc)

Affirm- You are a master shifter, shifting is easier than you think it is, you are pure consciousness not attached to any one reality, nothing is holding you back from shifting. Affirm, affirm...affirm. i say all of those affirmations plus a few more. I repeat them a dozen billion times as I'm falling asleep.

Believe- You don't necessarily have to believe but pretend you do. You're already in your dr. You have already shifted...you shift constantly.

It's good to know where you're shifting and some general info about yourself or the reality, though i suppose it isn't required? Your conscience knows what you want. You only need the intention. You really don't need anything else but sometimes methods will help! There are plenty of shifting subliminals and videos, guides etc to use and if anyone wants some recs i dont mind making a post/sending something privately! Just gotta ask.

How i shift:

If i know im going to shift later that night then i like to think about my dr throughout the day! Like ill think about memories, things ive scripted, arguments, confessions, embarrassing moments, things with high emotions! I play the whole thing out in my head., thinking of how ill react/how i did react etc.

I also try to think about my brother in my dr and what we are going to do for the day! More recently i try to think of what we are going to learn in class, what im doing after class, what spells i have to practice etc! Ill do affirmations and also reciting information about myself throughout the day. But ill do it in a way that im introducing myself or is casual instead of reciting what i wrote down if that makes sense.

So ill say something like "im basra pettigrew, this is my younger brother....." or smthn along those lines

Now theres two different ways i normally shift when im home. One is just acting like im already there and speaking to my dr siblings. Having affirmed all day and set intentions throughout i wont do it again at home since im already in my dr! Basically gaslighting myself into thinking im there!

The other way is similar except i do affirm and ill go through information/props ive made :)

Like for example, ive written some of the notes we've passed in class down! I ofc don't remember word for word but it's the general vibe/words of the convo. Ill go through moodboards ive made, quotes ive saved, and in general consume any content about wherever im shifting. Once I'm ready for bed i get comfortable and say my usual affirmations. As im starting to lose consciousness ill say goodnight to my siblings in my dr and act how would in my dr if i was going to bed!

Normally I'll hear my dr brother moving around as I'm falling asleep and it confirms to me that I'm there. Though I did script that whenever i shift i smell Peter's shampoo or that i taste chocolate! Thats another way i know ive shifted :) (You can also use something similar to make you believe youve shifted...therefore helping you shift! Like eating chocolate bfr bed or spraying cologne/lighting a candle etc which ive done bfr and it worked for me) Sometimes I'll shift with the lucid method too. Not sure what it's called but where I'm lucid dreaming, I'll use it as a doorway of sorts. Also I don't get a lot of 'symptoms' when shifting, i have before but only two or three times so I don't pay too much attention to that.

I don't use subliminals as much as i used to (if at all these days) i just tell myself I'm going to shift tonight, no matter what im shifting and nothing can stop me from doing so. And well...it works 🤷🏻‍♀️

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A/n It's not a super in depth answer but i can always make a more thorough post at some point if this isn't what you were wanting or if you want more specifics?

I'm not whatsoever an expert, I'm answering from my own experience and knowledge which probably isn't as good as the hundreds of other blogs that actually specialize in shifting! I recommend taking a look at those types of blogs if you want more info/motivation though! Ill still answer any and all questions to the best of my knowledge just know it may be flawed or not what you're looking for.

Also if you want a post about all the props ive made that are for my dr(s) id be glad to make one!! Or if there's any questions? Hopefully this answered your question though?

[askthestickfiguress]

INTRO POST :D

Rules:

No nsfw: don't be weird!

Nothing 18+ (I'm a minor and it weirds me out-)

Dont ship any of the stick figures.. please.. THEY'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO AND IF YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT ITS NOT MY FAULT-

The asks may take a while to answer cuz im busy with other stuff but ill try my best!

The same person can send as many asks as they want no problem! (i dont mind and love answering asks, so ASK AWAY)

Asks may be answered with a drawing (traditional or digital) or a small animation (if I feel like it-)!

THE ASKBOX IS ALWAYS OPEN- (unless I say smth) SO FEEL FREE TO SEND ASKS WHENEVER

I'll describe their personalities here in case you guys need them (their my headcannons so uhh yeah):

Yellow: The smart one (aka the nerd-). He's good at problem solving and is a quick learner. He loves listening to music. He's really good with redstone and technology too!

Blue: He's a chef and LOVES to cook! He mostly makes things for his friends and attempts to try to teach them! They do end up failing though- and he's kinda (VERY) addicted to Nether Warts and will do anything to get them.

Green: He has his own YouTube channel! He likes to record and make videos for others to watch. He mostly has his friends in all his videos. He's also really good with Note Blocks. For some reason (in his imaginary cartoon pocket) he always carries around a fishing rod.

Orange (or TSC idk how he's known as): He's the bravest of the bunch. He's also very adventurous and loves to explore! He's also very empathetic and will forgive anyone (mostly).

Red: Red is more aggressive and playful than the others. He's also a bit impulsive.. He gets mad easily, so he technically has anger issues. He also LOVES to prank people. He's also very mischievous.

(This may be changed later)

OH YEAHH and if you got time, check out my main blog: @midnightshadow15

[newsfmember]

Hello��! have been an observer for a while but new to this side of the community - down to chat if interested (about anything and everything snz related or not, DMs open / ask whatever😎)

(M, mid 20s, only into F, minors DNI)

Wavs are tagged as #mywavs — love hearing feedback on them :)

get to know me below the line

Get to know me better!

Found these online and thought I’d try to give the community some more insight into who I am given I’m quite new here!! Mostly non-sneezy, but if anyone has good sneeze prompts send my way!!

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Questions

1. What do you do for work?

2. What playlists do you have on your phone?

3. Guilty pleasures?

4. Something you regret.

5. Celebrity crush?

6. How many languages do you know?

7. Make a confession.

8. What’s your favorite book?

9. What was your childhood dream job?

10. Do you have any pets?

11. How many siblings do you have? Are you oldest, middle, or youngest?

12. How tall are you?

13. What’s something you’re insecure about?

14. Embarrassing memory?

15. What’s the most expensive thing you’ve ever bought?

16. Have you ever had a one night stand?

17. A song that evokes a good memory?

18. A song that evokes a bad memory?

19. Do you prefer phone calls, facetime, or texting?

20. What’s a controversial opinion you have?

21. Do you believe in second chances?

22. 3 things you love about yourself.

23. What is something you are sure you’d NEVER do?

24. How different is your actual adult self from how you pictured it when you were little?

25. Have you ever met a celebrity?

26. Free Pass! (Ask whatever question you want to know that’s not on the list)

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Answers

1. I’m in investment banking (yes finance I know lol).

2. I have a ton but pretty much only listen to 2 these days. One is my alternative / rock ish playlist and the other is my EDM playlist. I LOVE music though (play guitar and enjoy making edm music for fun) and am always down to talk tunes lol.

3. Secretly being infatuated by women in my life sneezing… of course lol

4. Honestly my major in college (majored in business but didn’t think it was one bit interesting unfortunately)

5. Well way too many to pick one (also side note always like imagining celebrity sneezes given how in the spotlight they are / feel like this gives way to good embarrassing / loss of control content ahhh 😂) but to name a few -> Kelsey Asbille, Lilly Collins, Margaret Qualley (side note, interesting that the first that come to mind here are all like dark-toned / brunette, all of my girlfriends have been blond)

6. I speak 3 languages! English / French fluently, and Arabic semi-fluently (minored in Arabic in college, long story haha)

7. Confession: Id be lying if I said i haven’t imagined essentially every girl I’ve ever been attracted to sneezing in my arms… sorry!!! (Not 🫣)

8. Favorite book is the sparrow by Mary Doria Russell

9. Cosmologist for sure. Still love anything space / universe related, find it so crazy / interesting

10. Don’t have any pets in my apartment, but yes I have a dog and two cats at my parent’s house

11. Im the oldest of two - have a younger sister ~2 years younger than me

12. ALMOST 6 ft. Lol no but actually 5’11.

13. Honestly a pretty comfortable in my own skin type of person. My sneezing around people kind of feels like a cop out answer but I’d have to say that one — I’m shy about it and have a (usually impenetrable … but not always…) mental block

14. ^ having to stifle sneezes next to a *very* cute classmate / project partner in college when a mystery illness was going around the extended friend group. Ended up not being sick but in the moment was like “pls don’t be grossed out I stg I’m good lol” after haha

15. Not a huge spender but probably one of my multiple guitars that wasn’t gifted to me

16. Indeed I have .. 😶

17. I want you by Chris Lake — heard that pretty much every tailgate in college which were some of the best days of the year

18. Cool and calm by sticky fingers — reminds me of a breakup (long time ago / over it … but still will always be tainted. Great song though I love that band 😂)

19. Phone calls / FaceTime I guess if I’m close enough to someone? I find like flirty / hinge style shallow texting to get quite boring especially with people I don’t know well / don’t know me well lol. Chatting about snz stuff here with new friends is a different story obviously (again somewhat new here and I’m loving it).

20. Not sure how controversial this is (but it might be idk let me know I guess 😂) but I genuinely believe that many, not all, physical and mental problems can be solved by eating / sleeping well and exercising. Certainly has been the case for me but know everyone’s different

21. I do. Think you have to be careful about handing them out with no thought, but I definitely believe in them / have been given them before myself!

22. Hmmm I’m kind definitely not one to talk about myself in an overbearing way, but I guess 1) my eyes 👀 haha my whole family has the same greenish / yellowish / hazel eyes with little dark spots scattered about and I’ve found that people tend to find them quite cool. 2) I’ve always been a (calculated) risk taker / never really afraid to fail which I attribute to getting good at languages / guitar. 3) I think I’m funny … with the right audience lol

23. Go on one of those deep sea commercial submarine explorations. Not trying to dive thousands of feet in a crammed metal box to look out of the window at a pitch black / endless ocean just to implode at the bottom. Anyway I’d go skydiving though 😂

24. Honestly not that different aside from the job I’m currently in. Feel like my physical / personality traits have remained pretty unchanged

25. Eh none to really shout about. A few smaller djs who I like but that’s about it.

26. Ask whatever here (snz related or not!!) and ill answer to the best of my abilities. Really enjoying interacting with all of you so far🙃!!

[aindyghosh]

Fix Me Up (IronDad fic)

Peter hated formalities.

No, that was too mild a word to describe his feelings on the topic. Peter despised formalities.

Detested them. Abhorred. Loathed. And any other synonym that Oxford had come up with to date that he’d be able to remember as soon as Peter’s mind returned to the right track.

As it was, Peter’s brain felt all jumbled and disoriented, as if he were in a daze, because the morning sniffles he’d dismissed as a reaction to the accumulated dust in his room were, in reality, a case of severe cold due to the weather fluctuations that New Yorkers were experiencing and thus, very much not insignificant.

The last time Peter had fallen ill was three years ago before a visit to OsCorp had juiced him up on a — what would probably be perceived as ‘freakish’ — spider-serum (well, it was more of a spider-bite than a full-fledged serum, but that was what he called it, anyway) that turned his vision into a ten out of ten, dialled his senses to an eleven, and for the initial few months, made him stick to pretty much every surface available. No, that wasn’t a double entendre of any kind. It had been a real issue, thank you very much, until he had hauled control of it into his own hands.

Now one might ask, how did his sickness tie into his hatred for formalities?

Well, it was like this: Peter was sick, all he wanted to do at the moment was go home, politely refuse Aunt May’s chicken broth that was more likely to send him to the ER than to make him feel any better, allow sleep to treat him like he was dead until he was ready to return to the land of the living, and the fever, with any luck, would subside by the time he woke up again.

He didn’t think these were, in any manner, unreasonable demands.

Yet, his school acted as though he’d broken into Nexus and stolen the nuclear codes that he could access on Mr Stark’s servers.

Not that he’d ever say that to anyone because it would be incriminating Mr Stark, even though he was around eighty-three per cent sure it was one of those open secrets that everybody knew but pretended they didn’t. Adults were so complicated.

Regardless, coming back to the point, Aunt May was unreachable over the phone, which Peter had already suspected would be the case because she had a very important meeting with some angel investors who had expressed interest in the latest venture that her NGO was trying to set up for victims of domestic abuse.

Peter had said that to both Mr Harrington and Principal Morita, and had practically begged to be permitted to leave because anybody with a functional pair of eyes could see that he wasn’t faking an illness for the fun of it (Principal Morita had blanched at the hundred-and-three-degree temperature the thermometer had displayed; apparently, the spider-serum had increased his body’s tolerance to the extent where he didn’t keel over while burning up, but still, it would’ve been nice to not fall sick at all).

They had denied his request, of course. Formalities. See why he despised them?

With Peter being miserable in the infirmary and Aunt May not answering her calls, the natural next step in the administrative process was to either call the second emergency contact tagged to his name or the hospital.

Peter had put his foot down when Mr Harrison had tried to make noise in favour of the latter choice. Whether it was his uncharacteristic blunt protest or the pitiful murmur he had exhaled for being too exhausted to attempt anything else, Principal Morita had, though begrudgingly, relented.

That had stripped them down to one option. The second emergency contact. And that was where the root of all his problems laid.

Even when he had been one of the sickliest children, Peter’s file had been empty of a secondary contact since Uncle Ben’s demise because, besides Aunt May, he hadn’t had any such person in his life. But two years ago, his Aunt May had applied to add one.

Tony S.

It had been Mr Stark’s idea after their initial application had been rejected because “there is no way Tony Stark is your emergency contact, Peter; such kind of pranks will not be tolerated!”

As insistent as Ms. Banks was on not being taken for a fool, she hadn’t batted an eyelid when Peter had submitted the revised application with the name tweaked from “Tony Stark” to “Tony S”. At the time, like in one of those really old movies, Mr Stark’s “People are gullible, Peter! They think they know and understand everything when they barely see a quarter of the full picture,” had echoed through his head like a voiceover.

But he was digressing. The point he was trying to make was that despite the fact his school hadn’t, and still didn’t, believe that he had an internship — which wasn’t even a lie — with Stark Industries, much less that Mr Stark would ever agree to be his secondary contact (if Peter was being honest, he too found it ridiculous and surreal sometimes that Mr Stark had been listed as one of his emergency contacts), he hadn’t imagined that Principal Morita and Mr Harrington would stammer say an outright “no” to the man’s very face.

Peter watched, perched on the uncomfortable bed that threatened to make a germaphobe out of him, as Mr Stark’s face underwent a long series of varied emotions until it began oscillating between intrigued amusement and concerned frustration.

“I am his secondary emergency contact,” Mr Stark stressed for the third time. “You saw the papers! They have May’s signature! Why, on God’s holy green earth—” ( Ooh, the fancy curses were coming out now. When Mr Stark started saying things like “God” and “holy”, the best course of action was to run.) “—would I want to compromise your records? Do I look like a kidnapper?” Principal Morita failed to reply within a satisfactory period because Mr Stark pinched the bridge of his nose for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. Someone was developing a new anxious tic. “Why would I want to kidnap a student, Principal Morita?”

“We don’t think you’re trying to kidnap him, per se,” Mr Harrison swiftly cut in, seeing as Principal Morita seemed more interested in mimicking a fish and flailing his hands like an octopus. “But surely, you must see why we’d be, um, sceptical about allowing Peter to go with you?”

“No, actually, I don’t.”

Mr Harrington waved his hands in vague gestures, not unlike Principal Morita but he resembled more of an orangutan. “You are Tony Stark.”

“I’m aware, but thanks for the reminder.” Mr Stark deadpanned, his flat features compensating for the raw vulnerability in his eyes as he kept shooting Peter worried glances. “Look, this argument is entirely pointless.” You tell ‘em, Mr Stark! “I have a sick child to take care of—” He wasn’t a child! He was an almost-adult! That was a thing! “—and he can do with some treatment that is not in this horrible room. Is this what you call an infirmary? You know what, it doesn’t matter! I will need Peter to come with me pronto.”

Principal Morita stood up taller as if something in Mr Stark’s speech had vindicated him. “That is what a kidnapper would say.”

“No, a mugger would say that while robbing somebody. Go on, accuse me of petty theft as well while you’re at it.”

Principal Morita stuttered something out, but whether that was in response to Mr Stark’s utterly unimpressed face or Mr Harrison elbowing him in the rib, Peter wasn’t sure.

The ongoing conversation gradually morphed into unintelligible white noise, overwhelming while being muffled at the same time, like being pulled out of the water after a long time under, the sound of waves rushing ringing in one’s ears and deafening them to their surroundings but unable to mitigate the imposing presence of the people around.

“M’st’r St’k?” After a short second, his brain-addled self wondered if he’d managed to get the words out in the world or if they had died a premature death on his tongue.

“Peter?”

Maybe he had. “I d’n’t f’el sss...g’d, M-St’k—”

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Peter blinked. And frowned when his view refused to stop swaying between pitch black and black with spots of red and green in it.

It was another moment before he realised his eyes were still closed.

Oops.

When his eyes fluttered open, it wasn’t to Midtown High’s infirmary that left much to be desired, but to a clean white ceiling with a familiar huge and fancy circle of light decorating the middle which his brain placed right away.

The Avengers Compound’s MedBay.

He had a love-hate relationship with this corner of the compound, in that his body loved to end up here, at least, once a week while he had to actively hold himself back from cursing like a pirate anytime someone so much as mentioned the wing.

“FRIDAY?” He asked in a tone that even his brain thought suited an eighty-year-old, weary of the world, than a teenage kid with superpowers. No, not superpowers. That made him sound narcissistic and ostentatious. Spidey-powers. There, much better. “How long was I out this time?”

“You missed both lunch and dinner, if that answers your question,” came the reply from the person who was very much not FRIDAY.

“Mr Stark!” He attempted to sit up to no avail, Mr Stark’s firm grip on his shoulders gently pushing him back on the bed. Peter might have been stronger but Mr Stark was much more stubborn and a lot less prone to listening.

“How’re you feeling, kid?”

“Fine, actually, y’know, given everything.” He was no longer burning up, his skin didn’t crawl, the pounding in his head had subsided, and nothing felt jammed up his nose. All in all, he felt much more in control of himself. At least, the spider-serum worked fast.

“Good, because I need to yell at you and I’d prefer to do that while you’re not being miserable in your own body.”

“Oh, come on, Mr Stark! I didn’t even do anything this time!”

“Yeah?” The man’s eyes narrowed at him in that manner where, historically, it meant he had yet to decide whether to be angry with him or let himself show his amusement at his antics. Usually, the latter won out after a few minutes of forced yelling which was more to help keep up his façade of a responsible adult than anything else. Here’s to hoping! “Then was it your clone who assured your Aunt May in the morning that you were okay and, in fact, healthy enough to attend school?”

Had Peter been sitting, he would have bowed his head or looked away. Since he was currently laid out helpless on the bed as Mr Stark hovered over him like a concerned parent mentor, bowing his head wasn't on the table and looking away could be considered impolite. Mr Stark didn’t take kindly to rudeness and Peter was in no mood to be tickled.

“Sorry, Mr Stark.” Apologising? Now that came much more naturally to him. Mr Stark said it was a problem. Peter wasn’t so sure.

“What are you sorry for?”

That sounded like a trick question. Peter eyed the other man with carefully concealed suspicion. “For falling sick?”

Mr Stark sighed in that exasperated way that was typically followed up with something either deeply profound or extremely heartfelt, and in both cases, Peter would be left speechless and a tiny smidge teary-eyed.

“Don’t be sorry for falling sick, Peter! How would you feel if I apologised for getting hurt on a mission?”

Peter shrugged. “Good, actually, because then it would mean you’ll try not to throw yourself in the active line of gunfire when the next fight comes along.” After a moment, he added, “And maybe a tiny bit worried if you said the word ‘sorry’.”

“Pot, kettle, Underoos.” Mr Stark rolled his eyes. “And stop distracting me from the real issue here.”

“There’s no real issue, Mr Stark—”

“You should have told May that you had a fever, Pete.” He didn’t have a fever in the morning! “She was so scared when she saw the missed calls. She almost hitched a ride with Karen.”

“She hates Karen.” Peter’s mumble was barely audible, but somehow Mr Stark heard it.

“I know. I talked her down from blowing her dinner invitation with the investors. She’ll be here in another—” He spared a glance at his expensive wristwatch. “—fifteen minutes or so.”

“Thanks, Mr Stark! I didn’t mean to cause any problems—”

“You didn’t,” Mr Stark said, his voice soft. “We just worry, Pete. You’d know when you reach our age and have to look after a hyperenergetic kid who can’t seem to keep out of trouble.”

“That’s right, Peter!” FRIDAY chimed in. “Boss nearly went into a panic attack at the thought of you being hurt.”

Mr Stark immediately hushed his AI, but FRIDAY made even her silence seem...smug.

“I didn’t.” Mr Stark was convincing nobody. He was such a mother-hen.

Peter shook his head with a small smile. “This won’t happen again, Mr Stark, I promise.”

“Yes. Please remember, we’re all here for you, okay?” The man squeezed his hand. His touch was warm and assuring, and it grounded Peter.

“I didn’t expect a few sneezes to turn into a fever. I’d thought the serum had taken care of that.”

“Me too. I have talked with Bruce. If you are fine with him taking a couple of samples, he’s agreed to look into it.”

“Sure.” A year ago, he’d have been uncomfortable at the prospect of Doctor Bruce Banner wasting his precious time on something as insignificant as Peter’s blood tests. But Mr Stark had beaten the so-called “self-deprecation” out with his snarky retorts and sassy eye-rolls, and Doctor Banner had, after returning from “the garbage planet” (not his words), become something of a second mentor to him.

Also, this was for science. Doctor Banner was always interested in analysing the dos and don’ts and powers and the side effects of the spider-serum.

“Boss, Forehead of Security is pulling up into the driveway with Mrs Parker as we speak.”

“Oh, goody! She can take over the yelling now. FRI, order some pizza!”

“On it!”

“Mr Stark!” Peter called for the man with a tone of voice that, to unsuspecting people, might have sounded whiny, but really, it wasn’t. “Save me!”

“Nope! You deserve it!”

“I promise I won’t do it again!”

“FRI, remind the young lad of the last time he’d said the same thing, please.”

“Three weeks ago, on the twenty-ninth of March, at 8:14 in the evening, Peter Parker had promised not to hide anything from Tony Stark and May Parker ever again post a two-hour surgery for failing to alert anybody after getting shot while stopping a bank robbery.”

Peter resisted the urge to pout. “FRIDAY! You didn’t have to recount in such detail.”

“I am not programmed to recite half-information, Peter.” She was trolling him. He could feel it in his bones.

“Hah!” Mr Stark crowed. “I am so proud of you, baby girl.”

“Boss, I have done some research and I have arrived at a conclusion.”

Peter’s heart hammered at the declaration. What now?

“Oh? Let’s hear it, then!”

“I have looked into various published papers on human behaviour and the possible environmental factors that may have an impact on it, and I have deduced that Peter Parker’s tendency to hide his injuries and downplay his struggles are identical to your documented traits.”

It took a visible minute for Mr Stark to realise what transpired, and when he did, he let out an outraged screech that would have put a whole colony of bats to shame. 

Peter sucked in his cheeks.

“Are you implying I’m a bad influence on the kid, FRIDAY?”

“No, I’m saying that you and Peter are in the same boat, and both of you panic when the other gets hurt yet none of you do anything to set an example for the other, and since you, Boss, can be argued to be the adult in this relationship—” She bravely ignored Mr Stark’s squeak of protest, and pressed on, “the responsibility of not being a hypocrite, unfortunately, falls on you.” FRIDAY finished with a flourish. Peter could hear the flourish.

A beat of silence.

“That’s it! I’m donating you to City College. How dare you insinuate that I’m a responsible adult. I hate being responsible!”

And that was the point where Peter absolutely and hilariously lost it.

He was soon joined by Mr Stark, who was more giggling than guffawing like Peter. When the titters and the chortles were on the verge of subsiding, FRIDAY played an audio recording of a woman cackling as a representation of her own emotions, and the riot powered up again.

That was, of course, until the door to his room — yes, he had been in the MedBay a sufficient number of times for Mr Stark to designate a room specially for him — was pushed open and a harried May rushed in only to be greeted by the sight of Peter and Tony all but rolling over the floor laughing.

Peter’s ears rang with her screaming for days after that.

[johnnycademylove]

Ok I'm way too impatient to wait to make an intro soooo

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Chapter 7

Spencer reid x male reader x Derek Morgan

Genre: Angst

TW: mentions of mental illness, yelling, cursing, suicide.

A/n- sorry for the long wait guys here is chapter seven I will try to have chapter 8 out way sooner this time!!

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It's been three days since anyone at work has seen you. No one wanting to overwhelm you. Your presence was missed by everyone who ever worked with you. Everyone knew you would be coming back today. Excitement was filling the full office that had been filled with silence while you were gone. The only noise was the sound of agents bustling about and the sound of pens on paper. Your desk had been empty, but not for long. Penelope had filled it with cards expressing how much she cared for you. Her heart was hurting from the events of the past months. She was angry. You deserved better then what was being given to you.

She had a hard time maintaining her happy personality as she watched you go through everything. She remembers when she found out Spencer cheated on you it was the first time she felt anger towards him. How could someone so smart have such an empty head? How could he possibly think any of this would play in his favor? You were a gem to be treated carefully and he didn't handle you with care. She was angry with Hotch for not telling you Emily was alive.

Deep down she knew it was his job but sometimes there were more important things then protocol. He could have saved you from so much pain. Everything that happened could have been avoided. She knew she would have to come to terms with everything and move on. For now she sat in front of the doors waiting anxiously for you to walk in.

It didn't take to long to see you and Derek strolling in hand in hand. She couldn't help the excitement that flowed out of her as the two of you walked in. She didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around you as well as scolding you for your choices. She noticed the smile that was usually plastered on your face was no longer the same as it was. You hugged her tightly but your brightness has been severely dulled. Looking to Derek for answers, she was met with silence, he would never air your feelings and business out without your permission. She knew he was looking out for you, however, her worry for you only grew.

Her and the others watched as you walked past your desk, Derek knew the happy moment you two shared days earlier would only distract you fer a short period of time. He knew the emotions would swirl back around and he wasn't going to tell you to handle them any other way then how you wanted to.  All he could do was prevent others from adding onto the stress that was already there. His eyes stay trained on you as you walked towards Hotchs office.

You knew a reprimand was in your future and you wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. You weren't angry for getting in trouble you made your own choices and they have consequences. You hated the fact you had no nerves bubbling in your stomach as you stood in front of your boss the feeling of numbness had taken over.

"M/n did you hear me?" His deep voice brought you out of your trance "no sir I'm sorry" you hated the habit you developed of dissociating from your reality that was tearing you apart. " I asked if you had anything to say about your actions" shaking your head in response he continued "well this is your first reprimand so it's a written reprimand on top of the verbal but I would like you to take leave for a few weeks" you unfortunately heard that part.

"What? No I don't need a vacation Hotch I'm good" the tight lip smile he did told you there wasn't a question in his statement "M/n you put yourself and your team in danger because of unresolved issues you have been dealing with the past few months" he was right but you wouldn't admit that " okay and I have been reprimanded for that! You didn't send Rossi on leave when he worked a case by himself or when Elle shot that unsub!" You didn't mean to raise your voice  but you were frustrated other then Derek this was all

you had and you didn't want to lose that to. "I know I didn't and I should have and I refuse to make those same mistakes with you. I will not lose another person I care about by not trusting myself" you heard where he was coming from but once again emotions can cloud judgment "this isn't fair Hotch"

The look in your eyes was the same one he had seen in Elle before she murdered someone. He would not repeat his mistakes " during and after your leave I'm setting up mandatory counseling session that you will attend if you want to keep your position on this team" he knew you would be angry he had expected it. He also knew later down the road you would thank him. He wanted you on the team, but he wanted you at your best and right now you weren't at your best. How could you be? For months life has thrown things at you left and right and you have not had time to process and heal from these events. He didn't feel comfortable sending you back in the field until he thought you were ready.

"When does my leave start?" He could hear the hoarseness in your voice a sign you were holding back tears. By the way your fist were tightened he could tell you weren't sad but angry. "It's effective immediately a minimum of three weeks, after that you are free to return upon receiving clearance from your counselor" he hated you being upset with him but he knew it was what's best for you. So he didn't take it personal when you stormed out of his office without saying another word. He could only hope he was doing the right thing.

Confusion rose in the bau as you stormed past everyone trying to make it to the door. Unfortunately you bumped into Spencer on your way out before he could say anything your words spilled out "just shut the fuck up Spencer and leave me alone" you didn't mean to snap but you were tired "I was just going to apologize for bumping into you" shaking your head "just move out of the way!" He was taken aback by your tone. He had been with you for years to know that you were on the verge of a breaking point.

"M/n are you okay?" Snapping your eyes up at him the coldness behind them scared him "am I okay? No Spencer I'm not okay and god I can't believe you have the nerve to even ask me that!" All you wanted to do was go home "I just noticed you seemed stressed I wanted to help" his words shouldn't have never left his mouth "help? You know what you could do to help? Stay the fuck out of my life Spencer. I hate you. Everything about you makes me sick to my stomach I wish we never met."

Rationality Spencer knew the words you threw at him were untrue, but it still hurt to hear them. He knew he hasn't done anything to deserve your love and respect but words still hurt him. Instead of replying he simply stepped aside as you walked away from him. He knew you needed space but he feared what you were capable of if you were on your own. So instead of following you he went to the only person who could keep you from doing stupid things. "Morgan we need to talk it's important"

Derek couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at Spencer's tone "what is it Reid I'm looking for m/n" mentally he rolled his eyes but that was unimportant at the moment despite things between him and Derek being rocky they could agree on one thing, you shouldn't be alone.

Once stepping into your home all the pent up anger had resurfaced. The anger you had tried to overcome wasn't gone it was only overlooked. You hadn't moved on and that was certainly coming out as the place you now called home began to look more of a mess. Glasses were shattered on walls, plates smashed on the floor, pictures of you and Emily broken, walls now bearing new holes. You hated how upset two people could make you but you knew deep down this was all becoming to much. How do you overcome something like this? All you wanted was to escape. So you did. Putting your phone on the counter you left. Leaving behind anything traceable you walked out the door with no plan of returning any time soon.

It didn't take long for Derek to rush home to check on you after hearing the news of your mandatory leave. He expected you to be upset this was the last thing you wanted. He did agree with Hotch that you needed time to heal properly. He worried for you, you were in a downward spiral and he was trying to pull you out of it. He knew when getting into a relationship with you that you had a lot of healing to do. He didn't get with you only for the good parts he wanted to be with you through the bad parts, be there to pick you up when you were down. He knows you would do the same so he would give you nothing less.

Walking into his home he was surprised to see the state it was in. The broken glass, broken frames, none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was your phone and belongings sitting on the counter. He knew you left them there and that scared him. You never left home without your wallet, keys or phone. Picking up his own phone he called the team hoping they could find you before you did something they couldn't fix.

The team stood on the other end of the phone each of them holding back tears. Deep down they knew why you left everything but they wouldn't let you get that far. As much anger was held towards him Spencer was one of the people who did in fact know the most about you. Emily followed behind as she had known you forever.  "Morgan I know it's hard but I need you to profile the scene, I'll send Emily to help. We are going to have to treat this as a case nothing else gets touched until we find him" holding back his own tears he agreed to help by profiling everything he knew about you.

Soon Emily arrived at your home, walking in she tried to hold her tears back. Seeing Derek with tears in his eyes she couldn't help but feel guilt as she looked at the broken home "morgan I~" shaking his head he didn't want to hear any of it "don't, just don't I don't want to hear the excuses"

"Morgan I had to go into witness protection for everyone's safety" he had been hearing the excuses since she got back and frankly he had grown tired of it "that's not the problem!" She knew everyone was upset with the situation but she also felt like this shouldn't be held against her as it was what was best for everyone "then what is!" Shaking his head in disbelief it amazed him no one could see the real problem.

"If anyone had the Right to know it was him! Not JJ! Not Hotch! Him! You have known him since you two were kids! Do you know how long he blamed himself for your death?! He never stopped!! He watched you die! He cried with your parents! Then after lost his relationship! So no the problem isn't you leaving it's that none of you understand some things are more important than this fucking Job!"

He was right you should have been the one to know she was alive. " I understand that Morgan but I had to Grieve all of you too" once again his head shook at her "no you knew we were all alive and safe. It's not the same kind of grief. He called your phone everyday to hear your voicemail and leave messages because it felt like talking to you. While he was grieving you he was being cheated on by someone he spent six years with he was just tossed aside. So no Emily it's not even close. You were living in Paris a whole new life while he was stuck picking up the pieces of the old on you left behind"

Before he could continue his yelling and shouting he noticed the broken pictures that laid on the floor. All of them were of you and Emily. None of the other pictures were touched "prentis this about you he is grieving your death. He only recently accepted you were gone it's possible he isn't accepting you're alive." She couldn't deny she was the root of the problem. In a way she blamed herself although she tried to convince herself it was for everyone's safety she knew that was untrue.

She did what she did best in situations where she got to uncomfortable. She would run in avoidance and convince herself it was what was best for everyone but truthfully it was what she thought what was best for her. She knew of you're past, the things you told her she knew the trauma that was hidden from others. She wonders if you ever told Derek or Spencer what you went through as a kid. She wonders if they knew you were battling depression since childhood. Do they know you're on medication? Do they know everything like she did? The answer was probably no.

See the thing about you was you would let your life dangle by a thread while holding someone else's up. You put everyone before yourself and never let anyone in on the emotions swirling within your own mind. You were such a good actor sometimes she forgot herself that you struggled with mental illness. It made herself questions whether or not she was a good friend for leaving you behind.

She stood in your home watching the flashing lights surround it as your lover profiled it. She looked around the room you occupied for majority of your time here. Going through your drawers she didn't realize how quickly she was throwing your things around. She was searching everywhere for a certain thing that she didn't realize the mess she was making. "Emily!" She ignored the calls of her friend as she continued searching. It wasn't until she found the full pill bottle that she let the tears slip.

You stopped taking your medication. Turning around she showed Derek the pill bottle "what is that?" Just as she thought you didn't tell him. She couldn't blame you it was something you weren't proud of. "His antidepressants. He hasn't been taking them" Derek had been confused. He knew you were struggling how could you not be? But why did you need pills for the months he had seen you were doing better. Right?

"Why does he need those I know the past months have been hard but I don't understand" shaking her head she tried to get the words out "M/n has severe clinical depression and ptsd he was diagnosed when he was a kid" Derek was trying to understand he really was he loved you "explain it please" he just wanted to help "he went through a lot as a kid and because of that he struggles with depression it can get really bad Derek" he didn't Like what he Was hearing "how bad Emily?" She didn't want to tell him how bad it could get. That answer was something she wanted to ignore "how bad!?" For once she was genuinely scared of what could happen. "It's bad Derek!" Both of them knew the meaning of her words. Neither of them hesitated to call the rest of the team to inform them on the news.

"Emily where would he go?" Derek didn't mean to sound accusatory but she would be the only one to know "I don't know!" He didn't mean to tell but this was very time sensitive "yes you do! You're supposed to be his best friend where would he go!" She thought back to all of your conversations, the late nights driving around town, the phone calls where you would rant to her, the late drunk nights in college, everytime you said the bridge showed the most beautiful view to sleep to. "He's at the bridge off of 4th street"

It didn't take long before the sound of rubber burning echoed through the streets. The whole team was rushing to you again. Some of them not knowing how dire the situation was. Without knowing the facts they could put pieces together as they could smell the burning of the tires as Hotch drove.

Arriving they quickly searched for you but it didn't take long to see you. You weren't standing on the ledge but sitting. No one questioning as you say there, it wasn't until they showed up people started to clear the bridge away from you. You never turned around to face them as you ignored the calls for you. You heard his voice the only source of peace you had the last few months. Your brain only told you the negatives about your relationship that had barley begun. Was it real or were you just trying to make yourself better.

Standing up you enjoyed the view of the sun setting as you stretched your body out. You could hear the commotion behind you but decided to ignore it. You're eyes focused on the sunset. You're mind went over the traumas you went through as you pictured losing Emily "m/n look at me" the images of spencer hitting you that night "m/n look at me!" The feelings of him cheating on you resurfacing "look at me damnit!" Then there's him. Finally your eyes locked as he stood behind you. Turning your body to face him you could only give him a small smile. You thought back to all of your time spent together "m/n please come down we can talk I can listen we can get through this"

The scene was heartbreaking as they knew the difficulty as you knew every strategy in the book. It felt like life was constantly testing their love for you and it has been at a constant road block to get to you. You couldn't hear any of their words you just listened to their voices as you felt your feet slip from the concrete holding you in place. For the first time you felt completely peaceful and comfortable as your eyes stayed locked on the sky before letting the ice cold water embrace you. The pins and needles numbing you quickly as you closed your eyes letting the water fill your lungs. Years of pain were finally being let go as you finally felt relaxed.

[couldntbedamned]

Pairing: Stephen Strange/Reader

Warnings/AO3 Tags: Domestic Fluff, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Illness, Reader has a chronic illness, Doctor Stephen, Caretaking, Kamar-Taj (Marvel), Probable Misuse of the Mirror Dimension, Don’t Try This At Home, There are probably Medical Inaccuracies, But it’s about the fluff and comfort, Medicine, Healthy Relationships

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: You’re sick and thanks to a weakened immune system, having a hard time resting and fighting it off. It’s absolutely miserable but lucky for you, Stephen is more than willing to step into the role of caretaker and help you feel better.

Author’s Note: I’m back with another super self-indulgent fic featuring Stephen and a Chronically Ill Reader.

Because when sick and feeling miserable, why not hope for a strong, caring, also kind-of-an-asshole magic doctor to take care of you?

The knock at your door shouldn’t have surprised you.

Of course, Wong would have mentioned your absence to Stephen. Not just because he was your friend and cared about you, but because you were also one of the sorcerers who’d studied under him at Kamar-Taj, and he felt a lovely sort of protectiveness for you. Plus, Wong played dirty; if you were feeling resistant to his advice, he would send in Stephen who could easily sway the odds in the librarian’s favor. It was underhanded, annoying, and you absolutely respected it.

You tried to stand up so you could answer the door, but your overwrought throat had other ideas. A coughing fit started, one so bad you couldn’t even wince through it as your body tried to cough up whatever crud your weakened immune system was generating in its pitiful fight against the “upper respiratory infection” (re: common cold) the urgent care doctor had diagnosed you with. You couldn’t even call for him to come in, instead hastily grabbing your glass of water and sucking it down in an attempt to soothe the raw ache in your throat. Times like this had you almost wanting to take the risk of your immune system attacking you again if it meant a day and night without painful, hacking coughing spells.

He must have gotten tired of waiting because the sound of a portal opening echoed in your living room.

“You didn’t have to stop by,” you croaked out. “Stephen, I’m so gross right now.”

“You certainly look gross,” he agreed. He knew you well enough to know that any attempts to say you looked beautiful would be met with disdain. You hated platitudes - you heard too many of them all too often. They were well-meaning, yes, but annoying.

So, you weren’t even mad at him for agreeing with you. You’d showered, obviously, but your eyes were watery from the pain and your hair was a mess. You were wearing your oldest pajama pants with a well-used handkerchief stuffed in the pocket and a loose, ratty long-sleeved shirt. You looked - and felt - absolutely disgusting.

“I’m not worried about that,” he said. “Because you sound even worse."

You watched as the Sorcerer Supreme and Master of the Mystic Arts melted away and was replaced with Stephen Strange, MD. It was always a fascinating shift to observe. Your Stephen was a healer before he was anything else.

“How long as this been going on?”

You held up five fingers.

“Five days, okay.” He pulled out a pen light and a tongue depressor. There had to be something up with those pockets of his, there just had to be! “Stick out your tongue and say ‘ah’.”

Rolling your eyes, you did as he asked.

“Oh, that’s no fun at all. It’s all kinds of inflamed.” His fingers were gentle as they felt around your neck. He produced a stethoscope. You needed to learn that pocket-expansion spell.

Without prompting you breathed deeply and let him listen to your lungs. Then you breathed normally as he moved the diaphragm to your chest.

“Your lungs actually sound good.”

He checked your ears. “And your ears are draining properly, thank goodness. Have you been to see anyone?”

You nodded. “Urgent care,” you managed.

“Can you do me a favor and please stop talking if you don’t absolutely have to, Darling?” he asked. “There’s no need to make it worse and I know it hurts to speak right now.” He looked around and seized on a notebook and pen. “Here. Write down what you need to say. Do you have the discharge papers from the doctor on-call?”

You scribbled down Kitchen table, and wondered if this was your sign to seriously look into ASL classes.

He left and returned with the papers, reading and muttering to himself. “Benzonatate capsules… those are fucking useless. And… ‘gargle warm salt water and take ibuprofen for pain and fever as needed.’ Are they incompetent there?” He demanded of no one in particular once he was finished. “Did they even bother to read your medical history? When someone with your condition, on the mediction you take, gets sick, treatment has to be aggressive. Your body can’t fight it off on it’s own, otherwise, and you’ll just get worse.” He shook his head. “Do they want you to end up in the hospital with pneumonia?”

He was preaching to the choir. You’d heard this rant before from your care team, your support group, and others. But coming from him? It warmed your heart every time. He never made you feel helpless or unable to take care of yourself, but he had no problem stepping up to advocate for you.

You held up a finger and wrote out, They are a good clinic. I did my research before I walked in.

He nodded reluctantly. You continued to write.

You know why they’re so reluctant to just prescribe more aggressive treatments on a first visit. It sucks, but it can’t be helped. I can’t afford a DSB label in my records.

He looked like he wanted to say something, but wisely refrained. You two had been over this a few different times and ultimately he understood that the final say was, in fact, yours.

“I know,” he said. “I don’t like it, but I do understand.” He’d worked in a lot of emergency care as a medical student, intern, and resident, as well as in MetroGeneral’s walk-in clinic when he wasn’t in a high enough position to finagle his way out of it. He knew the realities of it as well as anyone.

He studied you, no doubt taking in your watery eyes, unhealthy pallor, and all-around miserable body language. Then you gave a loud, hacking, desperate-to-be-productive cough and he cringed. “May I please treat you?” he asked. “It breaks the three-percent of my heart that isn’t a black, iced-over exuse for an organ to see you like this.”

You nodded with an amused snort that thankfully didn’t devolve into another fit. Please! I can’t take another night without sleep.

“I know,” he soothed. “I’ll help you. Give me about thirty minutes and I’ll be back.”

Where else would I go?

He smirked. “Behave.”

While he was gone you moved the many empty cups (all water you’d sucked down like it was elixir) to the kitchen and started loading the dishwasher. You chucked the icky handkerchief in with the laundry to be washed in the hottest water possible and grabbed a fresh one from your bedroom dresser. It was dainty and feminine but you found yourself missing your father’s all-purpose paisley ones and wished you could pilfer one from his dresser drawer. (You’d even return it. Or, you’d do your best to remember to return it. History was not in your favor in that regard.)

Feeling better about the state of your residence, if not your current health, you sat on your sofa and sipped some water. You kept your breathing calm and level as best you could, not wanting to provoke another painful coughing session. Knowing you’d probably be on your way to feeling better than you felt in close to a week, you finally let your body relax.

Stephen wouldn’t be able to magically fix you, you knew, but he would help you get more comfortable and to a point where you could actually rest and start to recover. Most importantly, however, he always asked for your permission before doing so. That alone meant more to you than you could adequately express.

His instinct was always to heal; it was in the core of his being. But he never pushed or browbeat you into accepting, even when you could tell that he really really wanted to. His respect for your autonomy was one of the greatest gifts he could give you.

He stepped through another portal soon enough and he carried an insulated grocery bag and wore a leather messenger bag with a flat bottom. He set the grocery bag on the kitchen counter and brought the messenger bag with him.

Stephen?

He made a gesture and the Mirror Dimension shattered into being around you.

“Now,” he said with a pleased-at-his-own-cleverness smile. “As we’re in the Mirror Dimension, no can legally prove that I’m essentially committing a felony.”

He withdrew a tinted bottle with the screw cap you preferred. “This is an antibiotic. Take one pill once a day, preferably in the morning after breakfast. Speaking of breakfast, you’ll do well to avoid dairy for a couple of hours before and after taking this.”

Got it.

“And finish the entire bottle,” he added.

You saluted before writing Were these gained by legal means?

Stephen affected a dignified look. "Kamar-Taj is not beholden to Earthly legalities and our residents come from all walks of life. If they feel the need to use skills and knowledge previously learned for the betterment of our home, who am I to judge?"

Only slightly sketchy, then.

“I wouldn’t being you something that was neither safe nor effective, I promise. I would never harm a patient, especially one as precious to me as you.”

I know.

He withdrew a bottle from the bag, this one smaller but heavier. It wore the dosage cap like a little hat.

“The good cough syrup. This, you take right before bed. Once you take it, you need to lay down, because it’s strong.” His expression was serious, as it always was when it came to medicine. “I mean it, Darling. No cooking, no lifting heavy items, and definitely no going out and driving after you take a dose. The bottle is spelled to only administer the prescribed dosage in the provided cup, so there’s no risk of pouring too much or taking it before it’s needed again.”

What’s in it?

“An antihistamine and a very low concentration of codeine. I know you’d rather avoid narcotics and I want to agree, but Sweetheart, you need to be able to sleep right now. Your body can’t sustain this.”

Reluctantly, you nodded. Just because you needed to take it, didn’t mean you had to like it.

He pulled out a larger bottle of liquid with another dosing cup. “This isn’t quite the good stuff but it’s suitable for day use and is non-habit forming.” He set it next to the other bottles. “It’s also spelled to only pour the prescribed dosage.”

You smiled, happy at the compromise.

“And last but certainly not least, what is quite literally an ancient Kamar-Taj remedy: throat lozenges crafted by a team of Masters from herbs and honey harvested from our greenhouses and hives. I asked for their recommendation and they insisted I bring you,” he studied the bag. “Very Extraordinary Berry.”

Your eyes were watery again, but it wasn’t from pain.

Thank you so much.

“I love that you value your independence and I know that you’re used to being the care taker in most cases. But it really is my pleasure to help,” he said. “You know I’m not good with words but you’re always telling me I show you much I love you, so hopefully this counts as one of those times.”

You nodded. It's absolutely one of those times.

Stephen stood and checked his watch - a cheap novelty watch that featured Spider-Man and was better suited for a pre-teen. You’d gotten it for him as cheeky little April Fool’s joke but he swore up and down that he loved it and wore it every day.

“It’s close to nine. Why don’t you have a juice bar, take some of the good stuff, and go to bed? I’ll put the groceries away and take care of everything else.”

Bed - with proper sleep! - sounded wonderful.

Okay.

“I brought strawberry and lemon flavors, since you apparently have the palette of my elderly neighbor Estelle.”

Don’t be a hater just because you’re a wuss when it comes to the nirvana that is lemon flavor.

“And I’ll make you Estelle’s recipe for chicken soup.” He pulled out two notecards. “Exactly the way she made it because I’d rather face Dormammu than her ghost haunting me for messing up her pride and joy.”

Oh that sounds good! The instant stuff just doesn’t cut it.

You enjoyed the frozen juice bar more than you’d enjoyed anything since you’d gotten sick. Then you took your dose of “the good stuff” under Stephen’s watchful - but not patronizing - eye. He pushed some water on you and helped you to bed. He even refilled your humidifier and tucked you in.

“Sleep well, Darling. I’ll be here in the morning, okay?”

You nodded. “Love you,” you mouthed.

“I love you, too.”

He left and shut the door behind him. For the first time in days, you were able to sleep peacefully.

Smut Hub Summer Camp Bingo @sagechanoafterdark: Choose Your Trope: Hurt/Comfort

[starskipper]

Still working on making this blog

but its going to have tips on things like padding tucking packing binding making or buying breast forms packers binders and things like that

i want to make it clear this is for anyone who wants to read or try it and you dont have to be a certain label to read or try any of this its open for everyone

originally i would just send anons to our trans experience type blogs but i want a place to actually organize this stuff and make it a little more easy to find

all of that being said i wont really have a dni people dont really listen to those things anyway and i dont see the point in tryin to gatekeep this blog because it is just about spreading information

the way ill handle anything hurtful is if i get a reblog or ask or anon or reply thats harmful ill just delete and block i dont plan on arguing or making a public blocklist

lastly im not equip to handle heavy vents i can give advice about the topic of this blog and things related to it but if it gets to complicated or if the questions get to me i wont answer them i can only handle so much

ok i lied when i typed lastly theres more

im not a professional as you can tell by my superior grammar skills and how wonderfully ive structured all of this my sentences are going to be a mess and there might be typos every now and then but i am going to keep the tags coherent so people can find posts they want to see and i tend to bounce between using fancy words and sounding pretentious as hell to using slang its still me i just talk like that i guess i want to make it clear im not mad i dont touch my blogs when im mad so if im here im not mad its just how i come across over text so dont worry and also sorry about that if the tone thing bothers anyone youre free to split no hard feelings

and this isnt my main blog and im not linking my main just cause i want them to be separate so if you see this and recognize be based on how i talk dont snitch ok

one more thing im struggling to sort of summarize the tucking padding binding packing etc into one word i dont want to call it just trans tips because more people use these things like intersex non-binary genderqueer gender-fluid crossdressers cosplayers special effects makeup artists and drag performers and so so many more people plus some people just do it and dont even call it or themselves anything so im having a hard time picking just one term if anyone has ideas that would help

now to explain the tagging system: each type of whatever will be under its own tag so therell be a tucking, padding, binding, and packing tag each and also adhesives ill add more to this list when i think of it

again this is a huge work in progress so i might rework the intro at some point this is sort of a first draft