#pros: cold. cons: headache

[myname-isnia]

Walking home from grandma’s was literal hell and I only made it by some sheer miracle

[patacrepe-san]

Vaggie Carmine AU part. 1

Okay, I’ve got a lot to get through and not a lot of time so here it goes.

Right after the extermination, Clara and Odette are scouring through the streets, retrieving angelic weapons from sinner’s corpses.

In a back alley, the two sisters stumble upon an unconscious girl clad in Exorcist’s gear, missing an eye and bathing in her own golden blood.

They are puzzled by the sight, not understanding why this angel was left in hell nor how did she get hurt.

They contemplate leaving her like this, but after thinking it through the sisters ultimately decide to make it their mother’s problem and bring Vaggie back to the compound.

Having been in the weapon dealing business for a few cycles, Carmilla is no stranger to unexpected complications. Yet, even she does not know how she’s supposed to react to her daughters bringing back an angel with multiple mortal injuries to her doorstep.

While tending to her wounds, Carmilla notices how messy and bloody the base of Vaggie’s wings are. Whoever tore off this girl’s wings, they clearly enjoyed taking their time doing it.

When she wakes up, Vaggie is confused to see that her injuries have been treated, and she was definitely sure that she lost consciousness in a street and not inside a lavish apartment…

And her ponderings stop when she notices the demon standing in the room, observing her with a cold gaze.

She wants to flee, but she is still way too weak from her injuries and fall flat on the floor as soon as she tries to stand up.

Carmilla makes Vaggie sit on a chair before her desk and boy she has questions!

Vaggie avoids giving too much information, answering Carmilla with short answers like “Yes” or “No”, both out of distrust of the overlord and of lingering loyalty towards Heaven.

Still, Vaggie lets it slip that she can’t go back to Heaven.

Carmilla can feel a headache as she thinks about the situation. If the angel is left alone in hell, she’d forever be a potential threat for all of Hell.

And should an overlord manage to make a deal with her, they’d gain an invincible soldier at their disposal.

After weighing the pros and cons for a few minutes, Carmilla comes up to Vaggie with an ultimatum.

“You have two paths in front of you. The first one, the easy one, is where I kill you here and now. A swift shot through the head with one of my angelic weapons, it will be quick and painless for you. Or you can choose the painful one, and make a deal with me.”

Carmilla snaps her fingers, and a golden contract appears before her.

Carmilla will keep Vaggie’s true nature secret, and provide her with shelter and food for as long as she stays in hell. In exchange, Vaggie will have to work for her and will not be able to go against Carmilla’s commands. Those are the terms of the deal.

Vaggie knows better than making a deal with a demon, but what choice does she have? She picks up the pen.

So at this point Vaggie and Carmilla aren’t exactly fond of each other. They’ll be family one day, but it’ll get worse before it gets better though.

[nartothelar]

But for the vampire au, have you considered Emmet getting Severely Hurt™️ and Ingo turning him to keep his brother alive?

Or do they have an agreement to just let things happen?

“No.” Emmet responds simply, decisively.

The answer is expected and yet, the disappointment Ingo feels is an unwelcome heaviness, his constant frown turning genuine without it meaning to.

Ingo had asked the very same question thrice times now.

Once was when they were kids. It was casual inquiry that came with little prompting; he had asked out of curiosity more than anything. Ingo had asked Emmet after they had defeated a trio of challengers off hand. Emmet had laughed, light and airy, when he answered. They had gotten ice cream using their winnings after.

The second time had been following a much more harrowing experience. A safety check forgotten, a simple mistake by a depot agent newly hired, had resulted in a derailed train. Fortunately only a few were injured. Unfortunately, one of those few was Emmet.

Ingo had asked him with bags under his eyes, something quite silly since Ingo didn’t even need to sleep. (Was that makeup? Emmet had joked with an exhausted smile.)

Emmet, laying in that hospital bed, IV's in his arm and a cask around his left leg, had responded much the same, a chuckle rather than a laugh. Perhaps his headache had come back to manage much more than that. Ingo didn’t attempt to change his mind and offered him the chicken noodle soup Elesa had brought for him.

And the third time was right now: Ingo sitting across from Emmet in the dining room of their shared apartment. It was morning and even though the windows curtains were drawn, the room was illuminated with a soft glow. In front of his brother was a plate of eggs and toast, him nursing a cup of black coffee. In front of Ingo was just a cup of tea, untouched and cooling.

“But why don’t you want to be a vampire?”

“But why don’t you want to be a vampire?”

The way he asks shows his cards far to easily. Whoever had said Subway Boss Ingo was hard to read must have not tried at all.

His brother looks at him, assessing him, and then looks away.

Emmet is silent for a minute, simply gazing at the cup in front of him. His food was getting cold.

Most would think Emmet was being hesitant when answering, that this was a sign he didn’t want to answer at all. But Ingo knows him well. He knows he wants to go over what he will day and that he voices his thoughts properly.

Ingo is patient and waits. Finally, Emmet answers.

“I like the sun.” His brother says, looking at him. The color of his eyes haven’t dulled all these years. “It feels warm on my skin. It feels good.”

“I love eating. The taste, the action. Yup!" Emmet picks at his plate with a hum. "I want to eat what I like, when I like."

“I like my independence." Ingo's tea leaves an ashy taste as he sips it - a floral chamomile bag floats at the bottom of it. "I do not want to be dependent on others. I do not want to be dependent on things out of my control."

"I know that I will have to sometimes." Emmet really looks at him now. "And that is ok. But I still feel the same way.”

Ingo squeezes his mug, before he relaxes his grip. Emmet notices.

Emmet lays his palm on his chest, closing it into a fist near the middle.

“I like being human.” It sounds final, the words like a gavel to wood, the way it echoes in his mind. “I do not want to be a vampire.”

Ingo wants to argue. To convince him that the pros outweigh the insignificant cons, but he does not. No. Usually Ingo is more eloquent with his words, but the fear that rises up in his throat makes his usually well thought out words more brisk, more succinct, more honest as he says the obvious.

“But you are aging.” Ingo says. You are dying, Ingo tries, fails, and a refrains to add.

Ingo hands are smooth, his face without a wrinkle. He looks as the same as he as when he first became a subway boss. He has since he was sent to Hisui. Forever youthful. And Emmet.

Emmet's hands are calloused, wrinkled from years of maintenance at gear station. His hair is thinning and his temples were turning white. His stride not as brisk as it was years ago.

“I am.” Emmet replies. “And I will continue to age.”

Ingo knows Emmet. He is stubborn, just like himself. That is how he is. He knows he will not change his mind. And that makes him clench his jaw, look down at his cup with furrowed brow.

“Ingo.”

Ingo snaps his head up, fear turning to anger that makes him feel sick. He should not be angry, but he is.

“Then you plan to reach your final stop?” Emmet’s smile dims. Ingo continues anyway. “Leave this station?” Without me? Ingo clamps down before he utters the accusation.

“You....you will have me wait here for you to die? And do nothing?!”

And there it is. Ingo barring his greatest fear since he got turned. The thing that has plaguing his mind since he stood at the grave of his old clan leader in Hisui, at the cemetery where his other wardens were laid to rest. What he had realized as he saw time passes by, years of constant goodbyes and tearful farewells.

It was that, no matter how grand his ideals, the simple truth of the matter was that he was utterly powerless to the passage of time.

Ingo doesn't realize that he has stood up until he is already towering over Emmet's seated form. His fangs barred and he suspects his eyes are slits.

And despite that, Emmet looks calm. He looks...sad.

“I didn’t ask for this.” Ingo says softly, deflated as the anger leaves his body. To live on as those around him pass. To see enjoy his life without the people he cares most around him.

Ingo feels arms wrap around him and he wraps trembling arms around Emmet too, his head laying on his shoulder. They stay like that for a moment, simply holding each other, not letting go.

"I'm sorry I never gave you the choice." Emmet finally says. Ingo's hands grip at Emmet's shirt. "We were young. You were dying. And I was desperate. I did not want to lose you..."

Emmet pulls back after that, not all the way, but enough to look into Ingo's face. His fangs have retracted, his eyes normal again. "But those details do not matter now, do they?" Emmet sighs out, that sad smile still there.

"They matter. Of course they matter." Ingo protests, but he doesn't elaborate pass that.

Emmet looks at the floor, thinking about his words and looks at Ingo again before saying, "Everything reaches its final terminal."

"Not me." Ingo says. It comes out bitter.

"Everything does." Emmet repeats, shaking his head. He squeezes Ingo's forearm before he lets go. "I did not give you a choice. but you can choose for yourself now."

His brother’s crows feet, a result from decades worth of smiles, crinkle at the edges as he looks at him. "Just as I choose for myself."

Ingo dwells on those words, on what his brother is offering. A choice and a decision to make. Emmet looks at him and Ingo understands.

With a sigh (a concession, a compromise), Ingo nods and accepts Emmet's answer.

That heaviness Ingo feels is not fully gone from his mind, but it has lightened, the tension of the room dispersing like the morning fog.

Emmet notices, smiles, and sits back down to finish his breakfast. Ingo follows. And then the silence is filled anew with his brother's latest retelling of yet another dealing he had with a rude passenger yesterday.

Ingo listens and they both laugh and talk and all is right and as it should be that morning, in their shared moment of time.

Him and his brother were a two car train, always have been, no matter their differences. And no matter what, he was going to be there with him until his brother's final destination.

And then after that, once that engine has long gone cold, Ingo would decide when his last stop was too.

[remuslupinbutcooler]

Puppy Love…

Chapter 3

You now sat uncomfortably, waiting for Star. The Boys throwing pros and cons about waiting up for her and Michael.

David’s eyes became heavy and tired. He offered you a room , “just to relax in until she came back “. He’d also offered you a drink, “ just take a sip and relax Doll.”

You took it , thankfully. David’s fingers sat resting just below your chin, holding it almost. The surrounding area sat in silence, watching and waiting. The bottle soon hit your lips, pouring into your mouth and splashing down your throat.The metallic sweetness causing you to gasp slightly. It was cold and slightly refreshing.

“Atta girl.”

“Good girl”

“You’re doing so well baby”

“Just like that, don’t you feel better now?”

The room echoed with praise, this alone relaxed you . David’s hand soon held onto your face, his eyes meeting with yours. The presence of another one of the boys soon flooded your scenes. Dwayne’s hand soon tangled its self in your hair, his lips nuzzling against your throat. Usually if this happened you would’ve ran but not now, not with the boys . You were safe.

The fun soon ended when Star walked in. The atmosphere becoming tense and uncomfortable. Along with the headache that had randomly appeared.

“David .What did you do?” Worry bubbled at her throat, her arms soon pulling you into her. Her hands wailing about , checking for things .

“What do you think I did Star?” He laughed before walking away, The boys following . Each showing some sort of emotion before leaving .

“S-star…” Your senses flooded with all sorts of smells and sounds.

“Come on…” She guided you to a room.

The room stood at a slant, the left side longer than the right side. The opening to it stood in the middle .Almost like some sort of attic, you had to access it through stars . Which had become difficult for you right about now since your senses had heightened and you had suddenly forgot how to walk. The bed sat at the left side , cloth hung from the ceiling. Protecting the frame and mattress, almost like a canopy bed. A dark blue canopy bed. Your eyes darted straight towards . Star helped you get settled before leaving.

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Moonlight hit your face, practically causing you to sit up. Hunger poking at you, begging you to feed. It was new found hunger, the time of hunger were your body thinks it’s going to die without food.

You soon found your way to The group again. Star was shouting about something while David just laughed, then the room went silent. Each members eyes locking onto you.

“Look! Look at herDavid! Look-“ Star was cut off before she could even get her point across. Her little face dropping from angry to upset , fragile and almost sad.

“Save it Star. Nothing you can do.” David rolled his eyes before beckoning you towards him, your body commanded before your head could even register. “I’ll explain later ,hm?” He gaze now on you, his hand resting on the side of your face.

“How are you feeling? Are you hungry? Tired?” Markos face drown in worry, his teeth digging into his thumb causing small droplets of crimson to fall from it.

“I’m…I’m..I’m.um..” You couldn’t think at all right now, hunger clouding your mind and causing your thoughts to push out. “Hungry..” Your nose lifted itself into the air, sniffing out something sweet in the air.

“You will be Doll..” David’s hand soon threw itself into your hair , scratching your head slightly. “ How about we go out and I’ll explain everything hm?”

“No David. Explain to her now. Save her the trouble of crying in public.Don’t you dare humiliate her.” Dwayne’s voice seemed filled with anger, his eyes shadowed and dark, glaring at David. He seemed different from last night .

“Fine.”

“Thank fuck for that. I don’t wanna see my…I mean our…fuck I mean her..cry..” Paul stumbled over his words, probably too high to communicate.

“Sit. You’re gonna wanna sit . “ Marko jumped from his spot on the couch, his hands pushing you next to Paul, who’s hand was now resting on your back. He made small movements around your back, relaxing you slightly.

David rolled his eyes at the “dramatic “ and “frantic “ nature of his brothers.

“Party all night and sleep all day remember? “

You nodded slightly. Still unaware.

“You asked Star if we were vampires remember?” David laughed before turning away.

You mumbled a small yes before looking at the boys. Their eyes lay on the floor, avoiding you almost. Paul’s back rub stopped. Their limbs frozen.

You soon looked back up, your eyes locked with a golden eyed, fang flared, angry vampire type creature. It took a minute before you realised it was David staring back. His soft eyes now gold and angry, his usual smirk now replaced with an open mouth covered in razor sharp fangs pooling with drool. He shook his head before turning back to his softer form.

“You’re actually vampires.” You gasped before looking around, your eyes meeting with Stars.

“Y/N don’t-“

“Don’t what? Freak the fuck out ? Because IM FREAKING THE FUCK OUT HERE STAR.”

“David turned you. I know you’re already freaking out but-“

You turned to face David, the palm of your hand hitting his face. Gasps emerging from the cave, his eyes shone with gold before turning back to their usual Heterochromia.

“I deserve that Doll..” His hand grasped yours , pulling you closer. “But we deserve you and we don’t want you to leave.”

[c0la-queen]

You | Tord x Reader

Here we go! I'm sorry if this isn't my normal quality, I wrote it while fighting off a headache... but also, I wanted to be a little silly! Because these are silly guys! I hope you enjoy the slight cliffhanger I left it on, hehe! Mwah, mwah!

Warnings: Tord is a bit of a weirdo, stalking behavior, obsession, Tord is 100% making assumptions about you and your personality, love this little freak <3

Words: 1.5k

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Being a quiet person is not always an easy thing.

Some people would think it was. You never have to worry about saying the wrong thing. There were less chances of you offending anyone from your words.

Or, some people think the opposite. "I could never handle being so quiet" they say. It must be a headache to be around so much noise.

And… they were right, in Tord's opinion. It was nice to not have to get stuck in awkward conversations. He had the added bonus of being intimidating, so people eventually got the hint and stopped trying to talk to him. However, he also had to keep enough Advil on hand to tranquilize a small horse, considering he decided to live with the three loudest motherfuckers on the planet. Pros and cons, and such.

There were times when it proved to be nice, though.

Like right now.

The odd occasions where he had the day to himself. Tom and Matt were at work, Edd was visiting his parents, so that left Tord to his lonesome. What a great day.

As much as he would have liked to spend the whole day in the house, he couldn't. He needed to go grocery shopping - the fridge looked abysmal. At least it was warm and sunny outside. Still, he dragged his feet. He really didn't want to go to the store.

Ugh.

He was the son of the Red Leader. He had seen much worse shit. He had killed men in cold blood without batting an eye. He was not going to be bested by the looming possibility of social interaction.

…maybe he needed therapy?

…

Nah.

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If Tord ever managed to invent a time machine, the first thing he was going to do was find the person who developed wireless earbuds and give them a kiss.

Being an intimidating looking person was a great way to ward off unwanted conversations. But there were always people who had no sense of self preservation and chose to try and talk to him anyway. Wearing earbuds while he was out helped with that. Nobody was stupid enough to try and deliberately get him to take his earbuds off. (Except Edd and Matt, but they know that they'll get away with it.)

The basket handle on his arm was starting to dig into his arm as he stood in front of the pasta aisle, watching his pet idiots (roommates) argue on the group chat over what type of noodles to get. Edd wanted Ziti, Tom wanted Angel Hair, and Matt wanted Bowtie… for some reason.

Tord was busy calculating the risk vs. reward of banging his head against the shelf until he bled out of his ears when it happened.

You happened.

Through his music, he heard the sound of laughing and giggling. He glanced to the side, expecting a gaggle of obnoxious, immature 20-something year olds with the sole purpose of ruining everyone else's relaxing shopping experience. And that's mostly what it was. But, standing in the middle of them was you.

Hello, you.

You were laughing, just like the others. But not the fake laughter of conformity - no, it was real, genuine laughter. Tord didn't think he had heard anything so beautiful. He even paused his music just so he could hear it in its pure form.

The more he looked, the more he saw of you. You were like the sun, so golden and bright compared to these others you were standing with. He could tell you weren't like them, he could tell you weren't using some made up personality to try and fit in.

What the hell were you doing with people like that?

Then, you were moving. Your little group had apparently decided the joke wasn't funny anymore, so you were moving on. Disappearing into the next aisle. Disappearing from his life.

Tord threw a couple boxes of noodles into the basket without even looking at it, shoving his phone back in his hoodie pocket and moving on to the next aisle. He pretended to deliberate over what brand of laundry detergent to get as he subtly watched your group at the other end of the aisle. He was able to get a better look at you.

You were wearing a brightly colored cardigan, wool by the looks of it, that perfectly matched the colors of your earrings and purse. You liked to coordinate your outfits. You had on a little skirt that teased just enough of your thighs to draw attention without being slutty, but you also had black tights on. You liked to look attractive while still feeling like you were being modest. Your earrings and the clip in your hair looked like they had been bought from the girls' department store in the mall right across from Matt's store, that was always playing mind numbing pop songs and had unicorns everywhere. You liked cutesy, almost juvenile things.

Tord wanted to know more. He wanted to know everything about you.

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A peaceful day all to his lonesome where he would force himself to get groceries before wasting the day away on the couch quickly shifted - now, he was spending the rest of the afternoon with you.

Well, almost.

You and your friends were walking around town, enjoying the warmth and dipping into any stores that caught your attention. Tord was also walking around town, a good distance behind your group, enjoying your warmth and drinking in every detail he could get.

And he had learned plenty.

He had no idea why you were friends with these people. From what he could tell, you were stifled in this group. They would talk over you, ignore things that you pointed out, refuse to go to stores that you wanted to go to, tease and taunt you, and walk ahead of you. Despite it all, you always kept a smile. You kept shining, kept illuminating the area around you.

They don't deserve your light.

Oh, but you knew that, didn't you? You knew, but you were so sweet and gracious that you gave it to them anyway. Maybe if you shone bright enough, warmed their skin enough, they would finally give you attention.

Tord would give you that attention. He already was, and you weren't even giving him your sunlight.

And he never would ask you to.

No, your sunlight was going to be a gift that he had to earn. It would be a blessing that he was going to work hard to have bestowed upon him.

He would never exploit you.

Like they did.

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Tord slipped into the coffee shop, running a hand through his hair. The warm weather was causing a light amount of sweat to gather on his skin.

He pretended to look across the overfilled menu, taking in the names of all the absurd drinks available. He already knew what he was going to get.

"Hi, welcome in! What can I get started for you today, sir?"

The barista was smiling at him too much. Her eyes drifted down his chest, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. Her pupils her dilated. She was checking him out.

Not that he cared. On an objective standard, she was pretty. But she didn't shine. She wasn't sunlight. She didn't brighten up the entire room just with her smile. She didn't make the birds sing by just looking in his direction.

She wasn't you.

"Iced Americano."

"Will that be all for you? We have a whole menu of signature flavors. I'd recommend-"

"Just an Americano."

The barista blinked in surprise when he cut her off. Typical. A pretty person with a shallow mind that couldn't comprehend the idea of a person not being interested in them. She huffed softly before ringing him up and telling him his total.

He paid, then turned to go sit and wait for his order to be made. He didn't get very far, though, before he almost ran into someone.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I totally wasn't looking where I was going!"

It was you.

You were talking to him.

You were looking at him.

You were so warm.

"It's fine."

As Tord fled like a fucking coward, you gave him a sweet smile. You smiled at him. And he just walked away. Asgardians above, his father would have been so disappointed in him.

His phone buzzed in his pocket as he sat at a window table, watching your friends snicker at the coffee shop mascot.

"Mate, you've been out shopping for like 4 hours. Where are you?"

Edd's voice drifted out from his phone speaker as Tord pressed the screen to his cheek.

"Something came up."

"Did you get the bowtie noodles? Did you? Tord?"

There was a muffled 'Matt, get off me' and some shuffling fabric before Edd's voice returned.

"The fuck do you mean something came up?"

Tord glared at the boy you were talking to, watching you give him an adorable pout. Oh, the things Tord would do to you.

"I found the perfect girl for us."

[doginprogress]

the person behind the dogs

Hi, I’m Kayla (she/they/he idc really)

I’m agender, living in the southeast U.S., working for a pet insurance company, and now 30 something. Possibly ADHD, but definitely depressed and anxious.

I love sighthounds, purple, lgbtq+ history, watching other people play video games, and changing my hair every four months.

I hate the cold, doing yard work, pickles, and the headaches that inevitably accompany alcohol.

I am pro lgbtq+ and trans rights, pro BLM, pro union and worker’s rights, etc

I am anti-terf and swerf, anti-capitalist, anti-racist and anti-ableist, anti-fascist, etc

I am also constantly trying to learn and grow and improve myself. I do my very best to treat everyone with respect, empathy, and equality. If I fail at that, please let me know.

I own my own home, spending money and thinking about my budget makes me want to puke, and I have plans to start my Ibizan Hound breeding program in the next few years (granted health testing works out).

My website is ianthehounds.weebly.com. I have a tiktok @ianthehounds, and eventually I’ll get my Instagram and Facebook set up under the same name.

I really value honesty and open discussion of the pros and cons of dogs and breeding in general. If you have any questions at all, please ask!

[haobinsgirl]

Toothache.

synopsis: Differently from what you’ve always known is starting new, something old or even a cold cast of grayish-blue. Something that was so bitter to you like iron in blood, and how your plans become a dud. a semester abroad where you meet 5 cold-blooded bastards,turns into a week of disaster.

warnings: reader is sick asf. (series will be nsfw once completed by chapter but this is mild)

TEASER!!

i wanted to release a teaser for the first chapter of the series before releasing it! please let me know what you think !! <3

Monday 8:53am

“Fucking hell” your voice weakly spits out as you abuse the snooze button on your alarm set on your phone, unfortunately thanks to the 4 previous alarms that had gone off you were awake enough to begin feeling a throbbing pain at your temples. Sitting up in your bed rubbing at the tender spots you yet again question your choice of extending your flight 48 hours before you start classes, but alas the damage has already been done painting itself as a “cold” or at least thats what you were convincing yourself it was because otherwise you would have to hear the never-ending “I told you so” from your best friend back home who specifically requested you take care of yourself. After debating the pros and cons of attending class in this condition you ultimately decide to take the day off to better settle in and take care of this god awful headache you’ve had since upon arrival of Incheon airport, plus missing syllabus day isn’t the biggest crime you could commit.

Upon searching the cabinets of your new apartment and the leftover boxes that you still haven’t unpacked..(lets not talk about it okay) it was apparent that you had nothing to calm this headache, therefore it was time to conquer the streets of Seoul and find some medicine..and hopefully some food. With that you got ready as much as you could possibly feel like doing for your condition and headed out, umbrella in hand because it would be raining the first day out on the town. For the most part you had no idea where you were going and you would be damned to pull out directions because you knew eventually you would have to learn your way around without a map in hand so why not get lost on a day where you had no where to be anyways, well besides In your bed rotting way because you chose to study aboard alone and now your sick and alone in another country, but you would never admit that to anyone it mattered to.

25 minutes of walking later and you finally wrapped a corner to a corner store holding the medication you needed, cruising the isles you scanned the different products available for purchase and the types of people in a convenience store at this time of day. The typical 9-5 people that come to grab coffee, students hoarding the snack isle and then theres you starring at 4 bottles of fucking ibuprofen trying to figure out what is going to best suit your symptoms in another language. “At this point I think I should just close me eyes and pick one” you mumble to yourself thinking you should let fate decide your potential mistreatment.

“This one is good for headaches.” A arm wrapped in a navy blue sleeve reaches over your shoulder from behind you to grab the blue bottle to the left of your hand on the shelf before the soft linen like voice comes to your side to hand it to you. The cold graze of his fingertips that touched yours doesn’t match the face that stands before you offering warm smile that oddly kind-of resembles a hamster. Your eyes don’t know where to go between his sweet gaze, the killer smile on his lips, the soft scent of caramel that sticks to your stuffy nostrils after not being able to breathe properly for 2 days, or the fine line tattoo peaking from the V-neck of his navy blue cashmere sweater that hugged his tall frame so well. “I- thank you..sincerely” Is what you manage to get out finally meeting the captivating look in his eyes that has your heart beating a little faster and your head go a little foggy before you feel a hand on your shoulder pulling your attention back to reality.

“You don’t look too well..are you feeling okay?” The tall man gets slightly closer to your face examining the tone of your skin which was surely soon to show the pink dusting your cheeks with how pale you were from the cold that was kicking your ass and just maybe if you were feeling anything like yourself you would’ve been extremely skeptical about a unfamiliar guy being this close to you but unknowingly to yourself he and your headache were just the dose of hypnotic delusion you needed to not question it or the fact that he somehow knew you had a headache in the first place. But delusion isn’t stupidity so you bring yourself to respond before there’s too awkward of a silence. “ oh uh yes, I’ve just been a bit down with-“ “jet-lag.” He cuts you off briefly finishing your sentence. Now this you were able to comprehend as something a stranger shouldn’t know. But before you could argue your case he begins again. “ you’re holding a passport, I could only assume.” The stunning guy chuckles, eyes directing to the passport in your right hand you were using as ID to purchase the medication. You mentally facepalm for jumping to conclusion before joining him in a small fit of laughter. “ you’re right.” You add rubbing the side of your head as you temporarily forgot about the pain being subjected to your temples.

“Its nice to meet you, I’m Sung Hanbin.”

[vijayasena]

No one's pov..

Dhruva was tired he was so tired that if he layed on the bed he would immediately gonna fall asleep the case of Siddharth abhimanyu was so damn tiring and he wasn't getting any hopes or success to catch him, he was practically shutting down at this moment he knew this journey he had chosen will gonna drain his energy out completely but he was willing to put his physical and mental health aside to catch that horrible man and to make his country proud..

He was the person who didn't had anything to lose anyone to take care of our anyone whose life can be in danger because of his enemies so he was atleast happy to be alone he didn't had to worry about any loved ones... But sometimes it used to get intolerable.. all his friends had their parents, families who used to care about them, who used to be worried about them, who used to scold them to be careful about their job..

It's not like that his friends were horrible they were his family his everything he considered them as his world and his job was his soul, but that emptiness of having someone who can ask you about your day, that how are you feeling having someone who can take care of you give you a glass of water makes dinner for you.. his house empty and cold just him all alone it used to make him feel sick from the stomach he hated living in a big house of his alone without any soul.. that's why he preferred to spend more and more time in police station..

Being an ACP officer had it's own pros and cons as it kinda give some luxuries and special treatment.. but it was tiring also and so much energy draining and the man he was working on that case was more smart and that gave him a headache.. he just wanted to have a cold shower and lie on his bed.. he sighed going inside his bedroom putting his phone and wallet and car keys on the nearby shelf and some files that he brought from office to later work on the shelf and kicked his shoes out laying on the bed not bothering to get out of his sweaty clothes.. his eyes closed mind repeating all the past incidents that took place.. he was so tired mentally and physically both as well as emotionally..

Suddenly his stomach grumbled from hunger he didn't remembered when was the last time he had a proper meal instead of restaurant's coffee and caffeine he was alive on coffee tiring day and sleepless nights drained his energy out completely and he the amount of caffeine he consumed in a day was so unhealthy.. any normal person would have a heart attack.. but there was no one for him to take care of him cry for him if he died.. so he also didn't cared about his health..

His stomach grumbled again but he was way too tired to cook for himself..

He groaned in frustration as he heard his doorbell ringing with tired footsteps he was ready to lunge at the said person who just disturbed him and his peace.. he wasn't in the mood to deal with a society shit cause people used to call him for calming down a fight by threating them just because he was ACP officer.. " what the hell do you wa-!!?" He didn't got any chance to complete his sentence as he saw the person standing in front of him.. as his breath caught up in his throat and suddenly his heart started to hammer loudly against his chest a breathy sigh escape from his lips...

It was Rhea his neighbour the one who lived across the door .. he had met her the day she shifted here, they didn't talked much just shared some information and she just greeted him, but then they became good friends .. dhruva never knew she would be this kind this generous the first thing he liked about hers was her behaviour she was just too kind too pure too innocent for this world.. he noticed her giving sandwiches to beggars and street dogs, he saw her helping an old lady cross the road and her big alluring gorgeous smile made him feel the things he never felt before he didn't knew that what this woman was made off?..

the first thing he noticed about Rhea was her alluring big almond eyes and her wheatish complexion.. she wasn't very tall but not very short either.. and he fell in love with her kohl decorated eyes..

His diaphragm stopped to expand when he saw her for the first time according to him she was the most beautiful and gorgeous woman .. to ever step on earth.. she didn't applied any makeup she was naturally so mesmerizing and gorgeous that she managed to turn heads of men towards her direction even though she never tried too..

She was from Delhi a north Indian she told him the day he met, and she came here because she got the job here.. though she never told anything about her family or parents but he knew if there was something to tell she would have definitely told him but maybe it was a sensitive topic for her, that's why she never shared anything about her friends and family.?

But what made Dhruva attracted to hers was her kind and generous and loving behaviour she was just too sweet he had heard people'talking about how kind she was willing to help anyone who was in problem not caring about herself and maybe that's why she was a doctor Dhruva got to know when he saw her in the hospital he was admitted and she was a neurologist there.. they shared some good bond and he himself didn't knew but everytime he saw her his own brains used to scream at him to spend some time with her.. to be near and close to her..

Right now holding a plate in her hands, dressed in a simple white and peach colour saree she managed to look like a divine goddess, her ears adorned with small silver earrings and her neck had a small pendant chain her hair were in a braid, as she gave him a small apologetic smile for disturbing him but For dhruva seeing her face made his tired state go away just looking at her gorgeous smile made him feel energetic again..

" I am so sorry for disturbance but I thought you would be hungry and tired so I brought the dinner for you"

Her voice hopeful and hesitant as she adjusted the plate of food in her hands smiling at him he almost cried at that day. He couldn't help but wanting to bang his head on the table how she was just a mere human and still a stranger for him thought about him being tired.he couldn't digest the fact that how can she be so kind and think about his comfort and hunger..

He looked at her wide eyed and immediately leaved the door open "you did this for me ?" He asked as she chuckled at his shocked face "it's the least I can do for Hyderabad's super cop" she said as he let her come inside nodding smiling slightly but from inside he was all giddy and emotional at the same time how can a woman like him who still didn't knew him much thought to be this generous for him he couldn't be more thankful to the god..

"Rhea you didn't have to do all that you know ?" he said closing the door as she turned around looking at him and shooked her head "i am.happy to do it okey ? And i like helping others" dusro ki madad karna mujhe pasand hai" she said and put the food on the table and wrapped her hands around herself "aur mujhe pata hai jab insaan poori tarah se drained out hota hai tab khaana banana toh door ki baat hai khane ka bhi Mann nhi karta".. she gave him a small sad smile..

Dhruva almost hugged her but stopped himself somehow how come this woman used to understand each and everyone so easily that's actually so unbelievable cause she was damn right .. "and besides it's boring to cook for myself alone so i thought Aaj se tum mere saath dinner aur lunch dono karoge" she said with a gleaming look on her eyes that screamed enthusiasm and happiness.. guess she must loved to help others and he couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm..

But suddenly he became silent and smiled at her sadly..

"Tumhe pata hai yeh pehli baar hai jab someone is worried about me and my health it's just weird" he said looking away and Rhea looked down at her fingers sadly.. blinking away some tears that were about to fall. Today was her parents'death anniversary and she didn't wanted to be alone today she missed them .. so she wanted to spend some time with someone with whom she can forget the constant undying pain of her heart'.. "aaj mere parents ki death anniversary hai dhruva mein akele nhi rehna chahti hu issiliye tumse Milne aa gayi" she breathed and his eyes snapped at her..

He didn't had the slightest bit of idea, he looked at her glossy eyes and how desperately she tried to hide those tears from him, his eyes soften as he released a shaky breath he didn't knew what to do how to comfort her. "I-i am so sorry" he struggled to speak as she sniffing looked at his gorgeous and handsome face, shooking her head "nhi nhi it's absolutely alright mein bhi na kaun si baaton mein tumhe le aayi i am so sorry tum fresh ho kar aao mein serve kar deti hu"..

She said smiling at him he didn't wanted to push that sensitive topic so he just nodded giving her a small smile and made his way inside his bedroom..

He knew the pain of not having parents the pain of mot having someone to call dad and mom he could practically hear his heart screaming that how hard this day must be hard for Rhea that woman deserved better.. thinking about all these things he showed while his mind blanked with the thoughts of Rhea..

He came out changed into comfortable clothes, as Rhea's eyes stared at his handsome face he looked like a Greek god he was so handsome... According to Rhea she admired the reckless man he was strong mature smart responsible and respectful he was perfect according to Rhea but she knew he didn't felt the same way..

"Hmm yaar bhook toh sach mein lagi hai," he said and Rhea smiled at him as he motioned her to sit by the chair near him.. she felt a sense of comfort with Dhruva she didn't knew what it was but it felt soo good to be with him she adjusted her pallu and sat near him, " i hope tumhe accha Lage" she said as he smiled at the drool worthy plate in front of him and the aroma of food just made him feel so damn hungry.. "where is your plate!" He asked Rhea who looked at him in conviction "mein baad mein kha lungi" she replied but he was quick enough to cut her off "aree eat with me na!" He said as she looked at him amused he didn't wanted to act as an asshole ..

"No you eat I will later" she said and he immediately shook his head in no. "Rhea i won't be able to eat knowing you are sitting hungry beside me" he said and that made her heart skipped a beat. Her name from his mouth gave an utter satisfaction and calmed the storm building inside her.. she found his voice the hottest one.. as she looked down smiling slightly. She gave him a small smile and got up and made her way out of his apartment, he looked at the plate smiling slightly finally he had someone to share his dining table with and can eat with someone sitting beside him knowing they enjoy his company he didn't had any idea how this woman was making him feel so many things..

His smile beamed as he looked at her plate "now that is better" he said and both laughed... Soon enough both got engaged in a conversation as he started to tell her about project project and case he was working on and how it was turning tormenting and torturous for him and so stressed full, she looked at his tired state his body begged for sleep he looked so drained out.. and she felt so bad for him soon both started to share their past lives childhood and both come to discover that.. they had faced so many problems and had a depressing and lonely childhood..

Dhruva grew in an orphanage whereas Riya in a girls hostel her parents died when she was too small.. and soon enough both started to find comfort in each other dhruva wasn't a person to easily open up about himself but something about Rhea provoked him to let his all past and painful memories to her there was a sense of warmth and comfort in her gaze and her voice held a pleasure that he found so damn peaceful.. she listened to him like a poem as he opened about his feelings it was so great to see a usually calm and composed quiet and reserved dhruva made her feel so many emotions. He was poem that she couldn't stopped reading him she was so happy that he was letting it all out to her that he trusted her..

Soon enough he drink two glasses of skotch as now his words slurred as he took out whatever came in his mind to Rhea he felt like he was in heaven when he talked to her and she occasionally spoke and listened to him calmly and intrested he never felt this special this comfortable he had his friends to support him in his darkest times but something about Rhea made him feel so much more like home..

By now filled with emotions, all of the things they both didn't knew how they both ended up in this situation with him crying in her arms, as she securely hugged him letting him take it all out.. occasionally kissing his soft black curls as he held her arms for support with hiding his face in the crook of her neck she smelled like orange peel and sandalwood.. so much like home as she let his tears wet her pallu of saree but she held him securely..

Knowing how the hell that feels so overwhelming with emotions and now seeing the man she had growing feelings for wasn't helping much "shh shh shh sab think ho jayega bass bass bass " she whispered kissing his crown of the head softly and murmuring sweet things to him, as he sobbed against her chest breathing heavily that made A shiver run down from Rhea's spine.. " mein thak chuka hu Rhea mein akela rehte rehte thak chuka hu" he clutched her small slender body close to him as he layed his head on her lap, she wiped his tear stained cheeks and caressed his hair softly "shh sab thik hai tum akele nhi ho mein yahi hu tumhare pass" she whispered softly and lovingly gazing at his face..

"Mujhe chodd kar toh nhi jaogi na ?" He asked softly that made her almost cry as her own eyes were moist by now as she shook her head in no immediately "nhi nhi mein kahi nhi ja Rahi i promise dekho mein yahi hu haina ?" She asked him as he stared at her gorgeous face and clutched her pallu of saree in his fist, closing his eyes.. he felt Peace as he took a deep breath she caressed his head softly as he went to sleep with his head on her lap, she massaged his scalp while staring at the man she had started to love so damn much.. how much he went through how many things he handled he was so strong he was definitely so strong.. she chocked on a sob when he again whispered "never leave me alone" as he hid his face in her saree. Caressing his silky soft hair she kissed his cheek one more time..

" You my love are so strong" she whispered softly letting him go into deep slumber, as he clutched her pallu like a baby when he slept she supported his head with the pillow cushion and slowly untangle herself from his right grip, went inside his bedroom to take out the blanket and covered him fully.. smiling softly looking at his adorable site sleeping like a baby looking so peaceful and perfect she made her way out of his apartment but she stops in her tracks abruptly when she felt something tugging her and turned around to see dhruva still had a death grip on her pallu her eyes widened in shock as she immediately took it out from his grip .. and chuckled to herself planting a small peck on his forehead she finally took her leave closing his door ..

She knew he will not remember anything tomorrow but she just had one of the best moments of her life with him.. and she can't be more grateful to kanhaji for bringing dhruva in her life.. she sighed leaning onto the door of her apartment and closed her eyes and she felt the soaking wetness on her pallu and smiled sadly looking at it , she changed into her simple kurti and layed on her bed thinking about the man next door to hers..

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes but sleep was far away from her..

[why-bless-your-heart]

Cons of having a cold:

Stuffed nose

Post-nasal drip + sore throat

Headache

Malaise

Chills

Pros of having a cold:

Putting on your warmest pajamas and staying home

[silvershayde]

Sharing cus tbh I feel lonely rn and I'm very confused? Feeling s bit uninspired

So today (last day of classes before mid term break) I had an eye appointment and they said my eyes produce less tears, Haven't read up on it but they also mentioned technology and how it causes headaches

I'm almost done with school so I actually have soooooooo much free time sans the studying I gotta do, but I also wanne reduce my technology usage cus I have a crippling dependency ever since I had to revise my other hobbies to not get out of track with classes, but just thinking of picking up those hobbies again feels daunting and like, I won't be able to feel the love I had for them which makes me sad :(

I already crochet and have books to draw in, but writing for fic has always been online cus it's just easier to save and preserve my writing that way (plus more secure in my case) than to write ideas in a book and run the risk of them getting lost. But I really wanna cut down tech usage so instead of just writing out the plot in full I'll use paper and pen to write out the outline of my story plots and then make notes of the misadventures or side quests the characters go through and the characteristics of the characters

Honestly, I'm talking about this to someone else cus I kinda want an alternative perspective? I realised that school has made me so dependent on someone telling me what to do and I hate it, so I wanna try and practice independence more, especially planning how I wanna do my hobbies

okay, so as someone who has written stories both online and physically in a book, i was more productive writing it down on paper. sadly i did lose the book, but that was more because i did move around quite a bit when i was younger and it was hectic and not because of negligence on my part (then again i am also known for losing things but usually i eventually find them. and i actually don't know if i would read it back or not i was like 12 when i wrote it lolol)

I don't know too much about less tears can do to your eyes other than your more prone to have irritation and straight up scratches on the eyeball (i know this because my optician told me i had this but then didn't tell me what to do about it - still haven't done anything about it but i know eyedrops help)

honestly do what you truly think is best for you. if you're struggling with what to choose i suggest doing a pros and cons list and put em side by side. that's what i do when i'm truly indecisive and other's opinions don't really help. but! i will say that even if indecisive and asking others opinions, usually you lowkey know deep down what you wanna do and all it takes is someone else's thought process to know if you would fully go for it.

if you wanna cut down tech usage, instead of going cold turkey and making it harder for yourself, use night shift/night light (or whatever is your device/phone's equivalent) so you can reduce blue light at night. I know that androids have this black and white thing that gets enabled at a time for you. ALSO!! i cannot stress this, disable notifications. You'd be surprised about how much less you'd go on apps and stuff when notifs be off. But this is all the stuff that's worked for me personally, you can try these out to see if they work.

eye strain is a very real thing. technology/screens/whatever are usually what causes this and even looking away from a screen and doing something else can make it worse if it gets that bad. when you start to get that annoying thing at the back of your eyes or you feel a light ache around your eyes, know your slowly starting to experience eye strain and you need to relax them. having dry eyes i think make it worse because of the scratching/irritation it can cause and because if your eyes are dry enough, your ability to BLINK would start to get affected. and that's just a long day

about your other hobbies, i get it feeling daunting if you havent dabbled in a while, i feel it whenever i get back to drawing after a long while. all i can say to that is slowly ease yourself back into doing it. start small, because if you go in acting as if there has been no time between the last time you've participated in your hobbies, you could start being overly harsh on yourself if it isn't going as smooth as you wanted. but trying it out, is better than not at all. and it'd help reduce screen time

[jun-ipher]

Omg thanks hahah. No worries it’s not a request or anything. Just ranting and asking your opinion because you write chishiya so beautifully 😩 and it’s no fun to share random blurts that I had about this man with my rlfriends who couldn’t appreciate his existence.

I have been thinking about Chishiya with a popular s/o. Do you think Chishiya will mind? I think he would be annoyed because he prefer to be in the shadow and doesn’t like people to know about his business. But I can also see him as perfect candidate as a famous person’s boyfriend ya know? Like that man will not be bothered at all if you got scandalous dating rumours or working with attractive costar. He is pretty secure with himself.

So yeah I’m stuck here with my plot. Which do you think Chishiya would value more. Will having no privacy be his deal breaker?

Im looking forward to hear your thoughts! 🫶 you are one of my favourite Chishiya’s writer and I trust your opinion

OMG THANK YOU! not you saying you trust my opinion🥺

rant under the cut!

i think chishiya as a famous person's bf has its pros and cons? he is definitely a very private person, so he wouldn't mind signing an NDA and keeping everything a secret/private

at the same time, i wonder if he would think it's too problematic/too much of a headache? i can definitely see him being put off by the paparazzi 🤔

i think he might need some convincing, but he could consider dating a famous person, especially if it means he can have benefits, such as private and avant-première viewings. i headcanon manga chishiya as secretly enjoying art galleries bcs art is subjective and he won't feel weird for not understanding a painting exactly as the next person does

netflix chishiya is portrayed as having more empathy, so depending on which version of canon you prefer, he will be more or less a good boyfriend for a celebrity. ofc, i don't really see manga chishiya as trying to date anyway. at least not before the borderlands🤷‍♀️

if his s/o is a normal person, but just popular in general, he would definitely be smug about it still. he would also find it interesting how so many people crowd around a person who isn't even famous, just because they are nice or funny. he would definitely choose to hang out with s/o's friends just to observe the interactions (i think this gave me some ideas for trtc omg)

also, if the celebrity!s/o has dating rumours or good-looking co-stars, i agree that he wouldn't be bothered by it. he is too rational to let jealousy get the best of him fr.

i imagine it more like, he is on the sofa, scrolling on his phone. celebrity!s/o is sitting next to him. an article pops up on his phone.

y/n l/n rumoured to be dating co-star. then some pictures of them together laughing in close distance.

chishiya looks over to you, an eyebrow raised, and reads the title out loud. "there are some interesting pictures too," he muses.

when you turn to look at him, you see his lips quirked up in amusement and his shoulders relaxed.

"it's just a rumour," you say the obvious. "we started doing the promo for the newest season and have to act close. he asked to meet you, by the way. if you want to come on set one day, you could. or we can go out for drinks."

chishiya turns back to his phone, wondering if coming on set and dealing with the paparazzi is really worth it.

"we'll see," is all he says, then he scrolls down. he's never cared about the rumours anyway. he knows that at the end of the day, he is the only one in your mind.

he is so secure, i don't see him getting jealous too often. maybe if there is something else going on with the rumours, like s/o not having time for him anymore, or them not answering his texts? then, i see him acting petty for a short while before telling s/o about it. i don't think he would sit them down, he would just be asshole-y and cold about it

anywayyy this is only what i headcanon

this was so fun!!

[leffee]

who do you think gets sick the most?

Ok, ok, so from least to most:

Minka - she just... doesn't get sick??? Well, ok, she does, just not often at all. You'd think it would be Zoe, because she takes good care of herself, eats healthily, works out, etc or Russell for similar reasons, but nope, it's Minka, and there's no good reason for it like with those two, she just doesn't. She does get headaches or stomachaches sometimes, but it's just that, not being full-blown sick. Guess she just has a good immune system. And if you ask me, she's more of a stomachache kinda person than headache, as a bonus thought.

Ok, now here is Zoe for reasons mentioned above. She just takes good care of herself so that always helps and when she does start feeling bad she gets to work as soon as possible because she just doesn't have the patience, time or nerves to deal with being sick, she'd rather nip it in the bud if she feels unwell. She's more of a headache person and she does get pretty bad period pain, which might not technically count as being sick but it won't hurt to mention.

And Russell's here, again, for reasons I have already mentioned - he all in all leads a pretty healthy lifestyle. Plus, he's not stubborn about going to a doctor so even if he's sick he recovers rather swiftly, moreover he actually does the things he's supposed to do, like for example not going outside when it's cold and staying in bed. He is however pretty sensitive to bad food, when it's a bit over it's shelf-date or he by accidents ate something with mold even in small amounts he usually feels the consequences of that and feels sick. It's more of a psychological thing than physical really.

Vinnie - he's pretty okay for the rest of the year with an occasional sickness here and there, but nothing out of average. However... then there's winter when he gets sick like every other week, which alone gets him down to this place. He has very few breaks in winter from being sick, plus he's really stubborn about actually taking care of recovering, let alone going to a doctor. Any other day he's fine with sleeping under blankets all day, but once he's sick he's not doing that, just to be stubborn. As an extra there are all the minor (or not) injuries he gets from being clumsy, which doesn't count as being sick but it's also worth mentioning on this topic.

Pepper - so she actually gets sick somewhat often. Not that often for it to be really bad, but she does. And honestly? She doesn't mind all that much. Sure, being sick sucks, but at least she has a good reason not to do anything and lie in bed and do nothing or be on her phone or something. If she's lucky, one or more of her friends will even come and help her with stuff, so that's another bonus. But then again, there are those days when being sick is not beneficial at all because she actually has things that she has to do, and now she has to do them sick.

Sunil - poor Sunil can get sick quite a lot and he's not a fan one bit. Pepper at least can find some positives most of the time, but for him the cons greatly outweight any of the pros in many situations. At least he recovers rather quickly. Still, he can get himself sick even because he's just that worried sometimes. And then once he's sick he worries even more that something bad might happen or that he's getting behind with stuff. However, he does do everything to help himself recover and takes his medicine. Unlike some other people...

Penny - oh, she gets sick the most. The season doesn't matter, she just does, though similarly to Vinnie she gets sick in winter the most because of low temperatures. It's not that she has any particular reason for it, the most might be that she doesn't eat all that healthily but that on its own wouldn't do that much. And when she's sick she can sometimes be pretty stubborn about it, she is used to and likes taking care of others when they're not feeling well, but is not quite as much dedicated to taking care of herself in the same circumstances. It's half/half really, because she knows she should try her best to recover but at the same time she feels the pull to be useful and that doesn't help.

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[refried-ghost]

A little oc shit too.

Krysa has a great capacity for violence and will act on it if given a suitable opportunity. She actively weights the pros and cons with a 'how fucked a situation will doing this cause me.' She's a sadist. But she doesn't get off on it sexually. (She's also just a much if not more of a masochist with a particularly warped view of pain. Which honestly drives her into more risky situations and unnecessary fights then the sadistic streak.)

This cruelty doesn't extend to cute things or short people (which mostly manifests as her being softer to irken then usual but that may also be because she met Zim and Skoodge so young and got very attached to Skoodge) cause she has somewhat of an inability to fully separate them from children in her mind and children are sorta sacred to her cause, she feels like her childhood was stolen (basically was). It gives her this weird soft spot for kids. A weird kinda maternal instinct she usually attempts to intentionally ignore. And she doesn't really like kids in general. If you just shove one at her she'd probably make sure they're okay, but it they stir that stupid empathy she'll latch on and need to keep them safe(/straight up adopt them.)

Like she's all sorts of not okay. Being in the bunker so long, how she was forced to grow as child, and the legitimate slaughter she had to orchestrate to get both her and others out of her situation, all stamped what empathy she had into a tiny compartmentalized part of her mind. And enforced deeply rooted trust issues. But like she knows how to work people and to hide that pretty thoroughly. She always was quick to catch onto how people worked and was purposely trained in how to use and get things out of them.

As a kid/teen she had a bit of a snappy temper. It'd take a bit to get there, but she'd definitely just sorta snap. However, like the Tallest, being in Zim's orbit for so much of her development just sort beat a new kinda patience into her. (Not that the Tallest use that patience with most people aside from Zim. They just don't need to. But you probably won't find them yelling in anger. There are exceptions of course.) Which she honestly appreciates later cause a cold calculated anger that people can't necessarily see is far more useful in situations.

She weighs a lot pros and cons. Is this person gonna be useful to me? Is that useful enough to overcome any possible headache they may cause? If I let's them handle things how okay is it be if they fail or decide to fuck me over?

And that rounds back to trust issues. She doesn't really expect anything from people. Ever. She'll delegate and shit but she always thinks about how to handle a catastrophic failure or purposeful backstab. So when she does end up trusting people, she's not fucking okay. At all. Trust is weakness an evil temptation to be avoided at any and all costs. But the people she trusts are already deep in the pool of people she's attached to and she's not gonna backpedal away from them. Instead she's gonna turn all those nasty feelings in on herself and tear herself to shreds. But she knows she's a bad person so she obviously deserves it. And if someone she does trust purposely betrays her in a way that intentional hurts those she's attached to and burns down everything she's built-

Her main motivation is knowledge and creation. Sure she gotta bit of a crush for chaos and destruction, but it sure as shit isn't for her stuff. Put her Membrane labs and she's a kid in a candy store. She glances Zim with tech she's never seen before and the world suddenly opened up. She had a fucking spiritual experience. And she's gotta chase that tech.

Zim labelled her a defect because her clear deviation from what humans 'should be' (both in his eyes and his view of humanity's eyes) when she decides it simply not worth the effort of maintaining her mask, her tendency for manipulation (was very easy to see towards others at first cause she didn't really bother hiding it from him), and the missing leg. And that's all before he realized she got really weird complex about being call human.

But I know human OCs aren't very interesting to people so Imma just gush about her to myself more.

[evelhak]

Cons of artist life are sometimes that doing applications for grants is tedious and gives you a bad headache. Pros can be when your brother is an artist too, so you're not alone.

We had agreed to get up early to apply for the same grant before the applications closed today, since we had both been struggling with which project to choose for it, and that had caused a lack of motivation in both of us. I was somehow so tired it was real work just getting up and putting my head in the mindset of selling myself which is always tedious.

But I got up, and went to make smoothies for us, all the while feeling like nothing is going to come off of this and my brain is a cabbage. But somehow my brother managed to change my mood completely with such little things. He came down the stairs and saw I was wearing a pair of shorts he also has, and he said cheerfully: "Hey, team shorts!" and went to change his pyjama pants into those shorts too. They were too cold for him, so he also wore a blanket. But what he said was like a magic word to my meaning -driven brain, suddenly this boring process was an adventure together instead. Then he sipped the smoothie I made and asked: "What is it today? Toothpaste, right?" And that made me laugh. (I like making smoothies, and they are actually good but he likes to guess what's in them and he usually comes up with something idiotic as a joke while he's at it.) And somehow this made me remember how easy it is to lift your mood sometimes. Just a single laugh can give you enough good hormones to make the difference. I tend to be kinda detached from my body and the present sometimes, so it's really beneficial to have someone around who has such an uncomplicated and direct relationship with five senses.

So, my brother ended up being my motivation, and I was his editor. Now I have a headache and no energy, but we completed the applications and they were probably as good as they were ever going to be. Then we watched Moomins to decompress, and now I'm just feeling really happy about living with my family these days.

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Pros and Cons of Electric Vehicles

There’s been a lot of hype around electric vehicles lately. It’s easy to see why: they’re cleaner, cheaper to maintain, and more fuel-efficient than traditional cars. Electric Cars also have an attractive option to consumers who are conscious about their impact on the environment. However, despite the progress that has been made in this field of technology, there are still some concerns about them which you should consider before purchasing one of your own.

Here’s an overview of some of the top pros and cons of electric vehicle you should think about before buying one of your own.

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The Advantages of Owning an EV

1. They Don’t Require Gasoline: Just plug your EV into a regular wall outlet at night, and you’ll be ready to roll in just a few hours. No need to waste time stopping at gas stations; no need to worry about how much fuel costs will rise in coming years.

2. You Can Drive Quietly: Because EVs don’t produce any combustion noise or exhaust, they can be driven without a loud engine idling—even on silent electric scooters.

3. They’re More Environmentally Friendly: Since they run on electricity instead of gasoline, EVs are more environmentally friendly than traditional vehicles.

4. Maintenance Costs Are Lower: The majority of EV parts last longer than those in traditional vehicles because there’s less wear-and-tear from driving and fewer moving parts.

5. Roadside Assistance Is Free: If you have roadside assistance through your insurance company, it’s included when you own an EV—free of charge!

6. It’s Easy to Get Around Town: With EV cars and bikes, you’ll never have to wait in line at a gas station again.

7. There Are Tax Incentives Available: Many states offer tax incentives that help offset some of the cost of purchasing an EV vehicle or bike.

8. An EV Might Be Easier To Park: Without a large engine under its hood, an EV is often easier to park than other types of vehicles.

The Disadvantages of Owning an EV

There are many EV models currently on the market, but not all of them are created equal. For example, some models have short ranges between charges while others may be too expensive or even lacking in terms of performance. Many electric vehicles come with a steep price tag that can range anywhere from $15,000 to more than $100,000. Purchasing an EV will also be harder if you’re interested in a vehicle that needs subsidies or government assistance; most states have made it difficult or impossible for new players to join existing EV markets due to various regulatory restrictions.

In addition, charging your EV may prove difficult depending on where you live; there’s often little available electricity infrastructure or opportunities for public charging. Charging stations may also be hard to find outside major cities. Lastly, EVs don’t work well in extreme weather conditions like extreme heat or cold. The batteries used by EVs are sensitive to temperature fluctuations and could lose their charge quickly during these times—which means you’ll need access to a garage or other place where you can keep your car warm during colder months. If these are not a headache for you, you can still stick to an electric vehicle.

What makes owning an EV worth it

Compared to conventional vehicles, EVs (electric vehicles) have a number of advantages. For one, they’re very efficient: because EVs do not run on gas, charging your car will cost you far less than filling up your gas tank. Plus, if you live in a city that has adopted green initiatives—and many big cities have—you can often get a subsidy or tax break when purchasing an EV. Still on the fence about going electric? Take into account that not only are most EVs easy on your wallet, but they’re also kinder to our environment: operating them produces much fewer greenhouse gases than traditional cars do.

Finally, there’s no need to worry about running out of fuel while driving: all-electric vehicles have a range of anywhere from 50 miles to 300 miles per charge! This means that you don’t need to worry about stopping at stations along long drives—just plug in at home or work and let it charge overnight. The next day, just unplug it and go!