writing idea!!! pac sees someone (can be anyone) flirting with tubbo and gets jealous because he is the one and only person (-fit) that gets to flirt with tubbo so he makes up a super elaborate unnecessary plan to get this person away from tubbo
okay listen anon idk what kind of crack cocaine you put in this request but after writing it I had the motivation to clean my room for the first time in over a month. so thank you
Torrid shocks of jealousy and anger shot through Pac's body as he watched that fucking shark hybrid lean over Tubbo with low eyes and a wide smirk. He did not like that. Why the absolute hell did that other man think he had any permission to get close to his guy?
Did Foolish not know who he belonged to? Well he was going to have to change that wasn't he?
Without another thought he was looping over and behind Tubbo. He snaked his hands around Tubbo's waist and propped his head on the man's shoulder before looking up at the shark hybrid with thin eyes.
A laugh rumbled deep in Tubbo's chest. “Hey, Pac.”
“Hi, Tubbo.”
Foolish's eyes darted between them both quickly with a confused glint to them, his eyebrows tilted down. Was he just gonna act like Pac didn’t know exactly what he had just been trying to pull?
Pac gave him a sharp toothy smile like a predatory animal.
“Ah,” Tubbo tsked, as his comm buzzed with a message. “I gotta go guys. I'll see you later, yeah?”
Pac let him go and as he turned to see the both of them gave him a much kinder smile. “See ya!”
After Tubbo warped away, Pac grabbed Foolish by the collar. “Hey! Listen to me.”
Foolish's eyes went wide as he nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
“Tubbo… he's mine okay? I don't mind if you do little adventures with him. I don't mind if you look at him because trust me, I know. But just know he's mine okay? I will cut you open like the Chester de Natal if you even try to get your hands on him.”
Foolish laughed slightly. “Possessive little bastard aren't you?”
Pac growled at him and he raised his hands in surrender.
“Hey, hey. My bad, okay? I'm not trying to go after your guy. I wouldn't.”
Pac took a step back, giving him another wicked grin. All teeth. “Glad to see we came to an agreement. Tchau!”
Just as he started his walk away he heard Foolish mutter under his breath, “I wasn't even flirting with him, crazy bitch. Tubbo's got himself one protective asshole.”
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🍳 — cooking
Bad. Don't eat things she's made, please.
She doesn't need to eat and honestly eating doesn't bring her much joy anymore! Save for sweets, which she can still taste.
She does not know how to cook, a fact that Sister Kindness takes personally. Despite spending most of her time in Sister Kindness's kitchen she was too busy admiring Kindness and learning how to be a social creature to pick up cooking.
Thank you for the ask!
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So yesterday marked what I think might be a new chapter of self healing and growth in me, and with my inner child.
You hear it a lot- 'heal your inner child', and tbh I always just thought it was a nice sentiment about accepting hurt in your past.
Yesterday, I had a very severe mental health episode with my OCD, and I realised I couldn't handle it, and had to have an emergency session with my therapist. She guided me though the panic attack and helped me untangle the web of intrusive thoughts that had me trapped in a loop. I'm so fortunate to have such a brilliant longterm pyschotherapist working with me.
Anyway. She used a mixture of emotional guidance and science to finally show to me how the inner child is behaving when you're in a crisis. That kid is panicking, they're doing anything they can to survive, they're using the skills they had to learn to stay alive when they were being hurt.
And then there's you. The adult. You're also there, but, you're still letting this child look after you. And that is not fair to that poor little kid. They should never have had to suffer, struggle and survive the way they did.
Well, you're an adult now. For better or for worse, that kid is yours. And your job is to protect them. Validate them. Let them know that you will personally never let them be hurt the way they were again.
I was a victim of online grooming from ages 10-19. I was forcibly shown sexual content, made to be peoples therapists, forced to stay awake for literal DAYS just so a grown adult could have a power play with me. And the child in me adapted to make sure that never happened to her again.
And it won't. Because I will take care of her. She doesn't have to fight anymore, an adult is going to look after her.
My OCD is severe, but it is not impossible for me to thrive. All my intrusive thoughts and feelings are valid, my mistakes are okay, my worries aren't evil and my condition will not rule me. I accept it. I thank it for showing me I still have work to do. And I love my inner child, exactly as she is, trauma and all. We're gonna enjoy the little things she loved, and my job is to look after us both.
Yesterday I felt like a failure for reaching out for help. Today, I want to give yesterdays me a big kiss on the forehead and thank her. I'm nowhere in the clear but I'm ready to keep pushing on.
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With each passing day after having watched Generation Loss, I feel and think more and more about the project.
Like the implications, the lore -- it's fermenting in my brain like good wine.
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