#scatterbrain scribbles

[hopskippen]

What time ( Two Time)

( + a doodle of my first time on one of the new maps )

[hopskippen]

Very fun to do !! Might try this again ^-^

Wanted to take a shot at a random slugcat generator!

Inspired by @thenalanita-art ‘s oc maker, please go check them out!

[fictionadventurer]

I have three stories that I would like to write at least some part of before the deadline for the Inklings Challenge.

I am scrolling tumblr and obsessively looking up book recommendations online.

I see some problems here.

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Practice And Theory-Faust X Reader

Faust was… an acquired taste.

Most people figured that out within a few seconds of meeting her.

The way she would look through you, how she would make wild declarations such as “Faust Knows All”, how she referred to herself in the third person, how she spoke in riddles when it was most inopportune to do so.

Dante knew this all very well.

On their better days, she was an eccentric, but valuable and hard working subordinate.

On their worse ones, she was a constant pain in the neck that made their head ache which is a feat considering their complete lack of one.

Still, despite all of her… lets be charitable and call them personality quirks, she was probably the closest they had to a real right hand outside of Ishmael, or… maybe Meursault if Dante could remember to ask him for his thoughts on a subject that most would automatically speak about without prompting such as the weather in the city which ranged from miserable to only vaguely bearable depending on how acidic the rain was and how difficult it was to breath at any given moment.

Now they were getting off track.

Perhaps their current scatterbrained state had to do with the baffling request that Faust had just slid onto their table without any form of awkwardness, hesitation, or even the slightest change in her demeanor.

“You… wish to bring your spouse aboard Mephistopheles?” Dante ticked and tocked away, the sounds coming out stilted and almost as if their gears were grinding against each other and overheating in a vain effort to try and comprehend what they were reading.

“Like Faust has said three times previously: yes, Faust wishes to bring her spouse on board Mephistopheles. Faust’s spouse has already signed their papers and received permission from the higher ups and now only needs your signature to bring them aboard.” Faust answered simply and without any fanfare, as if it was common knowledge that the ever strange Faust who rarely gave a straight answer to anything had a significant other of any sort.

This was not helping Dante’s melting mind, in fact, it was making it worse.

Was it in bad taste to say that they would prefer fighting Don’s father all over again?

The clockheaded being let out a long, low hiss of air that could be considered equal to a sigh for Dante as they grabbed their “Fancy Pen” as Charon called it and placed its tip upon the paper before quickly scribbling their name down.

A moment later, Faust gently grabbed the paper off of Dante’s desk.

“Thank you Dante. Faust hopes your headache abates soon.” the white haired genius said in order to comfort the red clad manager who was massaging their nonexistent temples.

“Thank you Faust, I hope you and your spouse are happy.” The manager quietly ticked away as they turned their attention back to their paperwork in an effort to try and regain a sense of normalcy and control, both of which they have long since lost in their life.

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“Vroom Vroom will commence in ten minutes.” the intercom crackled with Charon’s voice.

“Cor Blimey, the lass is given us quite the tick this time ain’t she?” Heathcliff groaned as he shuffled out and into the aisle behind Hong Lu.

“I wonder what put her in such a generous mood? Perhaps our guide gave her some fancy candy?” Hong Lu Mused with a smile.

“U.N.” Ryoshu grumbled as she lit another cigarette.

“Unlikely Numbskull.” Sinclair helpfully translated.

“Truly! Lady Charon’s generosity knows no bounds!” Don Quixote happily declared with a hearty laugh.

“I… agree.” Outis grumbled through gritted teeth as if agreeing with Don Quixote physically pained the older woman.

The other sinners continued to mumble and grumble as they all filtered off the bus to stretch their legs and to try and get rid of any unpleasant cricks that were made by being jostled around by Charon’s… unique driving style.

However, in the middle of their small break from the madcap adventures of everyday life, Don Quixote broke the silence.

“Hark friends! One of unknown origin approaches!!!”

In an instant, the entire crew sans Faust was alert and holding their weapons aloft as someone carrying two suitcases rounded the corner and stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of eleven heavily armed people pointing their weapons at them.

“Uh… hi! I’m looking for Limbus Company’s Bus division. Is that you guys?” the person carrying the suitcases asked, despite looking like they would very much like to run back down the street at the moment.

“Correct. Faust welcomes you aboard.” the white haired genius clearly declared as she walked around Rodya who looked all too ready to throw her axe right between your eyes.

“Lady Faust, dost thou know this person?” Don whispered.

“Hmm… Faust would hope so. It would be considered strange to be betrothed to someone Faust does not know.” was the white haired genius’s response to the question she was posed.

This response caused several of the sinners to whip their heads towards faust with such speed it was a miracle that they did not snap their necks.

“W.T.F.”

“I… wha- y-you’re married!?”

“Ooh~! Miss Faust is engaged? Fascinating!”

“Faust? Jumpin the broom? Can’t say I ever thought THAT was possible…”

“Lady Faust! Art thou truly- Oh! This is a wondrous occasion!”

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The bus was filled with questions, a handful even coming from Vergilius himself as he was rather disturbed by the fact that someone as… unique as Faust was married to anything outside her research.

“Please! Do tell us of how thou and Lady Faust came to fall for one another!” Don’s infectiously joyous voice exclaimed.

“I’ve gotta admit, that’s somethin that’s been doin me in too.” Heathcliff muttered as he continued to struggle with connecting FAUST of all people with the concept of marriage while the rest of the bus sans Charon turned their eyes to you.

“Well… it all started with a little bit of practice, and a little bit of theory.” you began as you turned your mind to recall how you first met Faust.

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Faust sat in a well worn office chair as she glared at the whiteboard filled with equations, chemical compositions, and mad scrawls across from the large table she was sitting at.

“Hamhampangpang is better fresh than leftover.” you muttered as you sat down at the table and opened the paper bag to pull out dinner.

Two sandwiches, two drinks, and two bags of chips alongside one side for each of you.

However, despite the heavenly smell of Hamhampangpang, Faust continued to focus on the board, as if staring at it for long enough would give her the answers she wanted.

All this drew from you was a bemused sigh as you picked up your chair and moved it next to her before unwrapping both sandwiches and holding one out to Faust’s mouth while you raised your own to your mouth with the other hand.

Immediately, Faust took a bite out of the almost perfect culinary miracle as she continued to glare at the board.

The two of you continued to eat in silence until you reached the end of your sandwich and muttered something that was, as far as you were aware, something completely inconsequential.

“The more we do this, the more we look like a married couple.”

These words which had no true meaning behind them, sent Faust leaping to her feet and made her eyes shoot open.

“That's it!” was all Faust said before wheeling around to grab you by the face and give you a kiss that could only be described as violent before she shot out of the room like a bat out of hell and left you to fall out of your chair in confusion with a blazing red face.

You have no idea how long you were on the floor as your mind rushed to try and keep up with what just happened.

However long it was, it was long enough for Faust to return and pull you upwards with strength that her more lithe form wouldn’t suggest she had before dragging you along with a look in her eyes that usually meant she was dead to the world as she tore away at the hidden truths of the universe.

Just like every time you saw her like this, you wanted to call her beautiful.

Unlike every time before, this was the only time you didn’t bite your tongue and did so.

“Save the well deserved compliments until you see Faust’s genius.” was all the manic scientist said in response as she practically kicked the door to the workshop open and revealed the thing that had been giving her such a headache for so long.

The Chassis of Mephistopheles.

She had long since worked out the engine, and the energy source, but the physical form was becoming a struggle to make work thanks to a myriad of issues.

Yet, it seemed she had figured it out if the brilliant madness in her eyes was any indication.

You were flung into the chair as Faust ran to the wall length whiteboard filled with equations, papers, and magnets.

Without any hesitation, Faust tore the papers and magnets away as she erased countless hours of her time before snatching up a marker and scrawling something out, something so simple it was taught in most basic science classes.

Something so simple, so obvious, you slammed your head into the table when you saw it.

It was the answer the two of you needed to figure out how to make the physical form of Mephistopheles work.

Gravity warps time and space.

Gravity defines life, gravity controls the flow of time, gravity is a constant.

Gravity rules above all else, and with gravity, a few feet of space can become infinite, or… fit the infinite into a few feet of space.

Before, the two of you had been trying to find a way to put an end to the infinite.

Now? All that was needed was to put simple theory into practice.

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“-and that’s how Faust and I first got involved.”

“Ooh! The two of you were Co-workers?” Rodya cheerily asked, desperate for details.

“We were also Roommates.” Faust added on helpfully.

Don let out a gasp before squealing.

“A.T.W.R.” Ryoshu mused with a laugh.

“And they were roommates? W-what does that mean?” Sinclair asked as he raised his eyebrow in confusion.

[avidfics]

Loser Carol x popular reader

Summary: Despite the attention you receive from the people in your major the only girl you have eyes on is Carol Danvers. Everyone calls her the awkward nerd in your major but you could care less. If only she could get her head out of the books.

Warning: None really; slightly obnoxious reader; fluff; kissings, language

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“You’re not still staring at her, right?” The visible scorn on your “friends” faces didn’t deter you as you blatantly stared at the cute bookworm across the study room. 

Somehow, your peers in your major considered Carol an uninteresting, dull loser. Not that you minded. It was their fault if they couldn’t see the subtle sexiness Carol exuded as she hunched over the long study table in total concentration on the homework assignment. 

A few minutes ago, she had blown into the study room in complete disarray. Her worn brown leather jacket hung off one shoulder, low-rise jeans snug on her hips, and a laptop precariously perched in her arms. Something about it all drove you wild. It took a massive effort not to fantasize about dragging her frazzled self down against the wooden table, sliding her loose-fitted jeans down her ass, and making her moan your name as she disregarded any concerns of homework. 

You weren’t ashamed to admit your lustful intentions were written all over your face as you stared at her from across the room. Not having a desire to hide your emotions. 

Seconds passed, and your eye twitched as she never acknowledged you and kept scribbling in her notebook. Here you were, pretty, popular, and a smidge bitchy, and Carol had the nerve not to come begging for your attention?

The whole thing wounded your pride. 

Your chair screaks as you shoot out of your seat. Determined. The girls at your table must expect your next move if the groans and boos they let out are anything to go by. Whatever. You flip them off as you walk away from your judgemental table in your kitten heels and beeline to Carol’s table. The click-clack of your heels announces your approach as her friends, Monika and Valkayre, stop bickering, and eyes flare in surprise and slight apprehension at your presence. 

It took a tiny cough to snatch Carol’s attention away from her work but it was finally worth it when she looked up. The slow perusal from your feet, up your body, and to your eyes made your thighs clench a bit. Happy that you had spent the extra hour preparing your outfit and makeup.

“How’s it going guys? Feels like we havn’t caught up in forever.” You asked the group but you were solely focused on Carol, flicking your gaze between her eyes and her lips and grinned when a flush colored her face. 

A spike of irritation pricks your skin when you remember when one of her friends answers instead. Monica has a sarcastic lift to her lips as she looks up you from where she’s seated. “Wow, I didn’t realize you knew our names before today.”

Your eye twitched. That was true. You only learned Carol’s friend's names today to initiate this very scenario. 

For the past few years your crew of friends were pretty much made up of kiss-asses that only flocked to you because your family owned half the town and a good portion of the college. Maybe on a different day you wouldn’t mind getting closer to Monica and Valkyrie, they actually seemed nice, but right now you needed these two scatterbrains to get out  of the way. 

You brightly smiled at her nonetheless. “Of course I know your name. We’ve been in school together for years. But I agree we should get to know each other better-”

“-I never said that…”

“And while we’re talking about it.” You succulently cut the rest of her ramble off to get the attention of the scatterbrain who had, so far, been mute since your arrival. “Carol, I sent you an invite to the senior bonfire at my house on Insta but you never responded.”

Her friends comically “ohh”ed and tsked Carol but she looked between the two of them shocked. Looking for a lifeline. 

“Uhm, shit, you mean I was actually invited?” Her big round eyes looked up at you, earnestly asking.

“Well duh, love. You’re a senior too right? Honestly, I was kinda hurt when you never responded.” you whisper the last part out.

The desired impact of your downcast eyes, and fiddling your skirt had the desired, immediate response. She jolted up in her seat, dismay drowning her eyes. Unconsciously she runs her hands through her hair only for it to get caught in her ponytail, which she proceeds to yank out to findle with the holder. “Crap, crap, crap. Gez, I’m so sorry! Shit I’m such an idiot. I thought you messaged me on accident.”

A dramatic sigh leaves your lips.  

Monica gives an awkward cough. “We should probably go.” Under her breath, she mumbles, “Such an actress.” Which you almost smirk at. 

Outwardly you give a gracious smile at her friends. And cut a sharp glance to your crew, signally them to get lost. They roll their eyes but dutifully gather their items and head out. The sound of the heavy door clicking shut is music to your ears. 

Poor Carol now had her head thrown back in regret, stewing. Meanwhile you were devouring her with your eyes. Sure she gave off a geekish charm but there was nothing timid about the way she looked with her head thrown back and jean clad legs spread. The leather jacket was just the delicious icing on top. 

Her eyes are still closed so she doesn’t notice you rounding the table until you pressed a soft touch to her arm. 

“Shit.” she scoots her chair back in surprise but you pretend not to notice so you can take the opportunity to hop onto the study table next to her laptop. A devious part of you kept moving around to get “comfortable” but really just wanted to see her face as your flimsy mini skirt hikes higher   up your thighs, and as your tits jiggled in your low v-cut shirt. 

You might’ve decided to show off more of your body in hopes of seeing Carol today. And damn was it worth it as her gaze lowered to catch every slip of skin. When she audibly gulped and shifted uncomfortably in her seat the satisfaction you felt was immense.

“Carol?” She shook her head as if to clear away the lustful thoughts. But boy was it still there in her eyes. “So you truly didn’t know that dm was for you? Because if you think I’m being too forward I’ll back off…”

“Woah, don’t be crazy.” your single blink in response made her even more frantic. “Shit, I’m screwing this up even more. I’m usually better at articulating my words.”

“In what universe.” you quipp as a smile threatens to overtake your face. And to your delight Carol catches your teasing in stride. Boldly reaching up your outer thigh to give it a pinch. “Alright, smartass, havn’t you heard it’s rude to interrupt an apology?” 

“Hmm, I never need to apologize so I wouldn’t know.” Luckly she takes your brattiness in stride and just chuckles to herself. “Alright princess, well let this commoner show you how it’s properly done.” Your heart drops completely when two cool hands hook behind your knees and slides your bottom to the edge of the table until your legs end up on either sides of her frame. You quickly panic to press your skirt down in the middle to keep any sense of modesty. 

Not that Carol seemed to care as she looks up at you. Staring at your lips for a solid minute before dragging up to your eyes. “I had no idea you even knew I existed. meanwhile I’ve been working up the courage to talk to you for four years.” She ducks her head down, an embarrassed bashful smile on her face. ”nearly had an aneurysm when I saw you messaged me. Kinda thought it was a prank. But I promise to grovel even more and bring a ton of smores to the bonfire if you can forgive me.”

The bonfire was mostly an excuse for people to get drunk, hookup, and make terrible decisions. But you didn’t have the heart to ruin her Pg 13 illusions. Plus chocolate and groveling went together perfectly.

“Hmm.” You tapped your lipgloss coated lips as you pretended to deliberate. “suppose that was pretty good. But my apologies are better.”

“Thought you never needed to apologize-”

Her words die down as you drag her up by the collar of her jacket to press a soft, chaste kiss to her stunned lips. Only a hot second is needed for her shock to wear and the switch to click. In the next second, Carol fully stands up, her hands moving to either side of your hips and squeezing hard, pressing herself into the kiss with a thoroughness that left you dizzy. 

When you pull away for air, you both wear a pair of silly megawatt grins on your faces. A lingering kiss is pressed on her cheek as you hop off the table, straightening your twisted skirt and grabbing your bag. Her unfocused eyes track your movements. Clearly not nearly finished. On that you both agreed.

You take a moment to add your number to her phone while she plays with your other hand, lacing her fingers through yours playfully. Once it's in, you place the cell in her jacket pocket and begin to head out. “This Friday. My house. Don’t forget the smores.”

[its-a-ducky-mess]

Art/Fun/Holiday: 12th Anniversary

It has been twelve years since Sarah & Duck first aired.

[Source: Google search for "when did Sarah & Duck first air"]

Happy Birthday, Sarah & Duck!

While it may not be as flashy as an anniversary art piece (though I may make a late one depending on how crunched I feel), I will just ramble and talk about things I like about the show to celebrate this milestone. I'll talk about what got me into the show, aspects I like, and some more personal thoughts on the show and maintaining this blog.

Intro

I was introduced to Sarah & Duck by one of my online friends back in the middle of 2022. We watched the first season together (though I only joined in halfway through), and then I found my own way to watch the rest of the show since I felt hooked. Since then, it's become my main special interest and is perhaps as strong as it had been back then. Last year, I rewatched and introduced the series to my closer group of friends, who I'd consider my "best" friends. They loved it. One of them even considered Sarah his "blorbo in law" (a character he cares about because someone else does) before having her graduate to a full blorbo (a character he likes). I'm very glad to be able to speak to fans of the show and talk about it.

Art and Vibes

[Source: S1E15 Fairground]

There's something about the show's simplistic and scribbly artstyle that resonates with me. It's somewhat ethereal, and coupled with the mostly low energy happenings and accompanying soft, gentle music, the show builds up a very welcoming atmosphere perfect for the intended demographic of young kids. The style is kind of inspiring to me, and I often try to think of how exactly to emulate or adapt the watercolor-esque nature of backgrounds and scenery. Some of the scenes (like the one above) are pure spectacular and honestly surprised me with how nice looking they were on my first watch.

It's a very nice show for me to zen out to. The first watch-through, I was surprised with some episodes in the first series that they were already over. Those 6.5 minutes go by fast sometimes! In contrast, most of the shows I've watched prior were 20-45 minutes. It's a testament to the show staff that they can hold the attention of me, an adult, for that long. The show as a whole feels somewhat like a dream. An imaginary romp through a kid's life in the U.K. There have been some episodes where I could see myself doing the same pretend games and things that Sarah does if I were a kid. Watching the show felt like peering back into my childhood with nostalgic, rose-tinted glasses.

Characters

[Source: S2E4 Sound Jumble]

Sarah & Duck has quite the colorful cast, both metaphorically and literally. I honestly like how some characters just drop in or drop out of the episode's story sometimes, like Plate Girl showing up in Pond Princess. It gives the world a bit more genuineness; Sometimes as a kid, I'd only give a little bit of time for another friend before moving on with my own thing while playing.

While I do like the main trio of characters (Sarah, Duck, Narrator) the most, it's a tossup between Scarf Lady and Plate Girl for favorite side character. Scarf Lady is so chaotic and Bag balancing her out in exasperation is great, but I love how much of a gremlin Plate Girl can be, like in Garden Gaming.

While it does sort of bug the "character interaction" part of my brain, it's interesting that nothing about the characters or world is outright explained. Why does Plate Girl like plates? Why does Scooter Boy like scooters? Why is Scarf Lady so scatterbrained? Why are kids and bird paired up so often? Why are the Ribbon Sisters so adverse to talking? It provides more to the previously mentioned genuineness to the world. Unless directly asked, people don't really delve into why they are like they are. I think that adds a lot to the notion of personal interpretations.

I love AUs and reinterpretations of characters in shows I like just because I like to see how characters react in situations outside of their universes. Plus little headcanons here and there. As a small examples, I hc that Plate Girl is a collector of plates. I like little things like that, giving a little personal touch to certain aspects of the show. I've written a few fanfics as well just because I would A. Like to see how characters would react to other scenarios, and B. Because I like seeing the characters get up to more wacky shenanigans. You might even see my boy and his bird OC pair make an appearance on this blog, in addition to the humanizations and some other fan-episodes.

I am not okay about this series if you couldn't tell.

Emotions

[Source: S2E40 Duck Flies]

Obviously, it's a kids show, and I don't intend to be all "this show is peak cinema" about it. It is good, I just don't want to seem delusional. Well, more delusional than usual...

But, honestly the show can be really heartfelt and touching at times. I felt bits of sadness and sympathy for Sarah in Duck Flies, as a person that gets very attached to characters/objects very easily, and Ribbon Alvida, made me cry real, actual tears. The message of "Sometimes you don't get to say goodbye to someone" is incredibly sobering and honestly a really good lesson to teach kids. I felt Sarah's pain very vividly, again, as someone that forms attachments easily.

The more upbeat emotional episodes are great as well. I felt a sense of coziness and warmth during Petal Light Picking, Christmas atmosphere is very calming to me.

Of course, I do realize the folly of only watching kids shows. Again, I don't want to seem like the person who exclusively watches kids shows and touts them as better than "real" shows. Doctor Who balances it out a bit. Fantastic series, loved Nine, Ten, and Eleven. Also tune in for a future post about Doctor Who, wink wink!

Personal Stuff and Why I Made its-a-ducky-mess

[Source: S2E27 Pond Prose]

As stated before, Sarah & Duck was and is my special interest. And with my special interests, I obsessively indulge in them in any way that I can, looking over every stone and in every nook and cranny for unique things. That's part of the reason why I catalogued the animation errors and odd tidbits, because I think it's cool to see those things. I also like looking into the inner workings of things, like behind the scenes videos. I find those VERY fascinating to me, and oftentimes I use design philosophies and such to inspire myself.

My "mission statement" with my fixations I suppose is to spread the word and get people to know about them. I hope my passion for what I like is infectious and gets people to see the shows in a similar way that I do. I started the blog just to tell people about the show, and give facts or little tidbits to fans of the show who may not know the things I do. Oftentimes, I feel like I can't properly express or talk about my interests to my friends because they don't have the same level of "care" that I do. I know people will never like the same things you do at the level you do, but it's still something, and I'm trying to work on that.

My blog is also partly fueled by not letting the series "die" or "fade away". A little dramatic, yeah, but look at Sarah & Duck. It's a twelve year old cartoon for kids, and it's kind of obscure in the grand scheme of things. But I have such love for it that I wish it could continue on. And in a way, that's all we can do really. I would love more official Sarah & Duck content, but I am happy with what we got. If the show kept going, there's the chance that seasonal rot could've happened, and that idea sort of scares me. Anyway, the show's "time" is over, and we, the fans, are left to our own devices. That's not to say Sarah & Duck is forgotten, mind you. The social media posts and such, and even the recent event that put the show in theaters shows that the series still has life in it. And I'm okay with that.

Seeing new fanart, stories, other fans posting about the show, and otherwise engaging with it fills me with joy, honestly. To see the show have a fanbase twelve years later is heartwarming. All of your likes, reblogs, comments, questions, those are powerful inspirations to keep making content for the blog. Just recently with the Valentines post, seeing a number of accounts with Sarah in their profile pictures made me smile ear to ear. That's a lot of what I want. To provide for the fans, to make connections with them, to give a sense of togetherness within this little community, dare I say, fandom.

I genuinely don't intend to come across as a "savior" providing content in a drought, or acting high and mighty to seem more important than I am. I just like this little niche show and wish to provide quality content for its fanbase. The show means a lot to me and I wish to display that to anyone that wants.

Alright, I think I've held you for long enough. Thanks for reading and see you next time!

[I originally wanted to make little header art pieces like this for the sections, but in the interest of getting this post out before it gets too late in the evening, I opted for screenshots. Enjoy this one, though!]

[queenofcats17]

Hello there! I don't know if you can read it but I find the stories you made from the questions very interesting and I love the AU very much!(So yeah,I am a big fan for this AU but now for this) So HS!Bendy just wanna make normal day and go to the office,where the surprise that Joey Drew isn't here today like yesterday. I don't know if he would worry by that,but I can deny that he had to tell Henry to clear it up. But he didn't know anything about it.

I think I understand what you're asking, and I assume you want me to write something for it.

And I will do my best to deliver.

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Joey was absent.

This in itself wasn't necessarily a cause for concern, but the studio had learned to be somewhat wary when things were too calm and quiet. And Joey being absent didn't usually mean good things.

Bendy couldn't help but be suspicious as he looked around Joey's office for any clue as to where the studio head might have gone. The office was clean and organized, which probably meant Joey hadn't been in today. His desk was seldom so organized when he was actively using it. Going through Joey's desk offered few clues aside from a hastily scribbled note reading "17th, 8am," along with something that looked like a name. It was the 17th that day, but that note could have been for another month too.

He should ask Henry. If anyone would have seen Joey, it would have been Henry.

So, he marched down to Henry's desk with the note in hand.

"You seen Joey today?" He asked.

Henry looked up from the frame he'd been working on. "Today?" He frowned in thought. "Uh... No, I don't think so."

"You know what this means?" Bendy held up the note.

Henry squinted at it, flipping up his glasses to get a better look. "No?"

"Damn..." Bendy tucked the note away.

"is Joey not here?" Henry's frown deepened.

"I haven't seen him," Bendy admitted.

Henry looked around, tapping his pen on the desk. "Do you think he's doing some ritual of...?"

"I don't know." Bendy folded his arms. "I mean, I don't think he's been in or anything."

"Joey's not in?" Boris' head poked around the corner.

"Doesn't seem like he is," Henry confirmed.

Boris' ears drooped. "Do you think he's alright?"

"I'm sure he's fine, Bo," Bendy said, although now the seed had been planted. What if Joey wasn't alright? What if he was hurt? He quickly shook his head. No, he couldn't jump to conclusions like that. He had to stay calm.

"But what if he isn't?" Boris asked, suddenly looking very worried. "It's not like Joey to just be gone for no reason!"

"He probably just forgot to tell us about something," Henry tried to reassure both toons. "You know how scatterbrained Joey can be, even on the best of days."

"But... what if he isn't alright?" Bendy echoed, the wheels in his mind beginning to turn.

"What if who isn't alright?" Now it was Alice's turn to pop around the corner.

"Joey's not here!" Boris said, worriedly fidgeting with his tail. "We're worried something happened to him!"

"It's not like him to just be gone for no reason," Bendy said, beginning to pace as his anxieties threatened to overwhelm him.

"And he's so bad at looking after himself!" Alice cried. "What if he got himself hurt?!"

"That's just what I was thinkin'!"

It wasn't long before all three toons had worked themselves up into quite a frenzy, each of them feeding off each other's fear to get more and more upset. Henry, despite his best efforts, could do little to lessen their anxiety.

It was at that moment that Sammy entered the picture, carrying some sheet music he'd no doubt intended to show to Joey. He turned the corner to see Henry desperately trying to comfort three hysterical toons who were nearly in tears at this point.

He blinked.

"What the fuck is going on?"

Henry looked up, an expression of desperation and relief settling on his face.

"Joey hasn't been in today and they're worried something happened to him," he explained as he scrambled over to draw Sammy closer. "Could you please help calm them down?"

"Wha-? Why me?!" Sammy sputtered. "I'm not good at calming people down!"

"Could you try? Please?" Henry begged. He seemed to be at his wits' end.

Sammy let out a long exhale. Well, it was worth a try, he supposed.

"Has anyone tried calling Joey's house?" He asked.

Abruptly, all three toons stopped their wailing to stare at him.

"Call... his house?" Bendy echoed.

"Yes. Have you called his house?" Sammy asked. "He might just be sick at home and forgot to tell us."

There was silence for a beat or two before Bendy sprinted off in the direction of the studio phone, with Boris and Alice hot on his heels. After exchanging a glance, Sammy and Henry jogged after them.

They found Bendy at the phone, frantically punching in Joey's number. The line crackled and the phone rang before...

"Hello?" Joey's slightly disoriented voice crackled on the other side of the line.

"Joey!" Bendy breathed a sigh of relief. "Where are you?! We've been worried sick!"

"I'm at home," Joey said. "I had a dentist appointment today. Did I not tell you?"

"No!"

"Well, I had a dentist appointment today!" Joey said brightly.

Bendy groaned, running a hand over his face. "Yeah, I got that."

"What's he saying?" Boris whispered loudly.

"Just, uh, rest up, okay?" Bendy said, gently shooing Boris away. "We'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"Of course!" Joey replied brightly before hanging up the phone.

"So, what is it?" Alice asked. "Is he okay?"

Bendy sighed, covering his face with his hands. "He had a dentist appointment he forgot to tell us about."

"See, I told you he was fine," Sammy said with a self-satisfied grin.

"Yeah, yeah." Bendy awkwardly cleared his throat, his cheeks darkening from embarrassment. "So! Mystery solved! Joey's okay! Let's get back to work, alright?"

Boris and Alice both screwed their faces up in mock seriousness, giving salutes and darting away back to wherever they'd been before.

Henry, Bendy, and Joey departed as well, with Sammy muttering that he guessed he wasn't showing Joey the music today. As he left, Bendy mentally began preparing himself for the ribbing he knew was going to come once word got around about how he'd reacted to Joey's "disappearance".

He was never going to live this down, was he?

[theink-stainedfolk]

Happy STS! Do any of your characters keep a diary? If so, is it more of a record of their activities or an outlet for their thoughts/feelings? Do they write in it consistently? How upset would they be if somebody found it and read it?

HAPPY STS TO YOU TOO💖💖💖 i love his question so i hope you don't mind me going overboard with it heheh–

Anyways. So Aspen Whitmore, from The Wandering Sonnets, keeps a small, leather-bound notebook with him at all times, which serves as both a diary and a collection of scattered thoughts, poetry, and observations. It’s not a traditional record of daily events but more of an outlet for his emotions, ideas, and the things he struggles to say out loud. He writes in it consistently, though not always in full entries—sometimes it’s just a single line, a phrase, or an unfinished poem. If someone were to find and read it, Aspen would be mortified, especially if it was someone within The Wandering Sonnets. His notebook holds pieces of himself that he isn’t always ready to share, making it one of his most personal and treasured possessions.

Also Vihaan, from Ghosted Together, doesn’t keep a diary—he’s too scatterbrained for that—but he does have an old notebook where he jots down ghost-related details, lingering questions, and the occasional grumpy rant about Lǐ Zé Yǔ. It’s more of a practical log than an emotional outlet, though his frustration and reluctant admiration for his rival definitely slip in between the pages. He’s not consistent with it, but when something weird happens (which is often), he makes sure to scribble it down.

Lǐ Zé Yǔ, on the other hand, keeps a meticulously organized journal, though he’d never call it a diary. It’s where he records his thoughts, theories, and sometimes complaints about Vihaan’s chaotic existence. He writes in it regularly, as it helps him make sense of things, but if anyone—especially Vihaan—got their hands on it, he’d probably evaporate from sheer mortification.

Thank you for the ask♡♡♡♡ It makes my day whenever someone is curious about my stuffs.

@finickyfelix @willtheweaver @leahnardo-da-veggie @illarian-rambling @winglesswriter @paeliae-occasionally @the-golden-comet @thecomfywriter @drchenquill @wyked-ao3 @the-inkwell-variable @corinneglass @seastarblue @keeping-writing-frosty @oliolioxenfreewrites @vesanal @dauntlessdraupadi

[doctor2patient]

“Auf wiedersehen, herr doktor!” …

Hallo! My name is Medic/Ludwig/whatever else you wish to call me! This is my cozy little kin sideblog, enjoy your stay! ^_^

Feel free to send in an ask! Keep in mind I am a minor, so try and have some decorum! Other TF2 kins PLEASE interact!!! Ooohh, it would make me the happiest boy on the planet, please let me examine you like the rare specimen you are!!!

While i’m not an RP blog if you do send RP-ish asks i’ll most likely humor them!

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Keep in mind… I have a hard time interacting with others, if I act a bit off I don’t mean any harm! If I’m ever a bit too much tell me and I’ll tone it down right away! I talk a LOT and get quite scatterbrained! I sometimes substitute english words for german for silliness, if this makes me hard to understand i’m fully willing to translate! Just treat me kindly and you will be treated the same way in return!

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[javaghoul]

14 or 15 (your choice) for Eto on the January prompt, please.

Doing both! & Hope you're well 🌟

Eto & 14: Things they find attractive in a partner

INDEPENDENCE. Eto is the leader of a highly successful terrorist movement, so will at times have to dash. And on top of that, she writes, so a partner that can entertain themselves for periods of time would be ideal

I think she'd value intelligence, but not the academic kind. Someone that thinks outside of the box, would get her attention

Someone who is confident, but quietly so. Eto likes to test the water to see what she can get away with, and meeting someone that can stand up for themselves would be attractive. She likes people with a backbone

A dry, slightly dark, sense of humour would be appreciated

Flaws! Eto won't be put off by a quick temper, or a partner who is scatterbrained, providing they're open and honest about it from the start

KINDNESS. It doesn't have to be the overt kind - if anything, I think a partner that is overly sentimental, and too caring (smothering) would make her run for the hills, but Eto finds kindness attractive. Someone that is straight with her from the start, that will call her out on her bullshit, and keeps their promises because they WANT to (and not because they're terrified of the consequences) will have her hooked. She spends a lot of time around sycophants and yes-men, and it's nauseating. Setting boundaries is a kindness.

On a superficial level, I think she's all about eyes (she herself gives great eye contact), and a good *grabbable* butt.

Eto & 15: What they're like to live with

These are going to be written from the perspective of a partner who is a ghoul, or who knows she's a ghoul

Eto is generally quite easy to live with; if you're at the point of living together, there isn't going to be too many surprises left

She's very messy, but her home is never dirty (everyone knows one of those people, right?). She'll have no issue with her partner decorating the windowsills with their collection of nick nacks, or having their own armchair where they dump their clothes, but she will have a problem if they leave a sink full of dirty dishes...

...I don't think she'd appreciate a partner who tries to "tidy up" her clutter either. She WILL notice if something has been moved or, god forbid, binned

When she's writing, she needs to be left alone, and Eto can get shitty if she's interrupted. Her partner may feel like they have to tiptoe around her at times

Either has music on LOUD or complete silence. She isn't much of a background music type. Has no problem with her partner playing their fave artist on full volume too. She'll love seeing them sing/dance along to it

Books everywhere. EVERYWHERE. bookcases are full, desks have stacks on them, then there's the not-so-strategically placed piles... The woman is a Jenga champion or something

Although she'll rarely invite people over herself, Eto will tolerate her so wanting to have friends or family over - in moderation. I think it'll be very evident for all present if she thinks someone has overstayed their welcome

(if her partner wants pet's though, Eto is 👌 get as many dogs and cats as you want)

Enjoys lazy days in bed or on the couch. Prefers staying in and doing that with her partner rather than going out

Expect to find post it's/memos/scribbles on mirrors, cupboard doors, and counters. Varying from the mundane ("Collect order from shop"), to cute ("you're gorgeous"), to threatening and unhinged ("having a plastic bag held over their head, then having their stomach cut open at the same time would be an interesting way to murder someone 🤔"). The last could be a memo to herself or a potential storyline, who knows.

In short, providing her so is relatively laid-back, and acknowledges her need for space at times, they shouldn't have too many problems. She's fun to live with.

[hopskippen]

SHES BAAAACCKKKK

Bonus under cut :3

[jong5eob]

study buddies

han hyeongjun x reader college au

summary: Hyeongjun always seems to be prepared for class, having read all the papers and always ready to join the class in a debate. But for some reason he never brings a pen to class and he always ends up asking you for one, and you’re starting to get suspicious. (1.7k)

Of all the college courses that you expected to kick your ass, astronomy was not high on the list. You learned the planets when you were a kid, you kind of knew what asteroids and black holes were, and you…sort of understood how they worked. But midterms were approaching fast, and you were scared for your C grade.

Your only hope was Hyeongjun, who sat directly in front of you. He had a habit of forgetting his pencil, one that had gotten worse as the semester continued, and he often overheard your quiet cursing when you’d check your grades. You worked out a deal where he would help you with homework and studying, and you would lend him pencils (and occasionally highlighters) in exchange. Your grades never got anywhere within range of his, but you weren’t flunking so you weren’t complaining.

Your studying had started in the library on campus, but over time you would go to his dorm more and more often. He had good snacks, and his roommate was usually out, so it was an ideal environment for learning.

On this particular day, however, you were really scatterbrained. You almost left your key in your dorm, but luckily, your roommate was home and opened the door for you to grab it. By the time you realized you left all your pencils at your dorm, the two of you were already completely surrounded by study materials.

“Does Jooyeon have pencils I can borrow?” you ask, double checking your backpack to see if your pencil case is hiding.

“What’s wrong with yours?” Hyeongjun doesn’t look up until he’s already spoken and sees your backpack empty without your pencil case. “Ah. Uh.” He looks to the right, and you follow his gaze, looking at Jooyeon’s side of the room. It isn’t horrible, thanks to Hyeongjun convincing him to clean for the two of them every so often, but it’s pretty clear there isn't a lot of studying going on.

Hyeongjun silently gets up as you count the hoodies piled on Jooyeon’s desk (at least six), and he quickly opens and shuts a drawer, producing a single #2 pencil. He hands it to you, still not saying anything.

You try not to think too much of it, but it gnaws at the back of your mind while he tries to explain the concept of dark matter to you. You’re really trying to pay attention, truly, but you end up unable to focus on anything except when did Hyeongjun start buying pencils?

You’re pulled out of your daydream when Hyeongjun waves his hand in front of your face. “Did you catch that?”

“Catch what?” You blink twice, looking back at him instead of the almost-blank sheet of notebook paper you’ve been resting your pencil on.

“Singularity, it’s the middle of a black hole.” He pauses. “…How long have you not been paying attention?” He glances at your notebook but doesn’t say anything about the lack of notes.

“I must’ve zoned out for a second, I’m sorry.”

“No worries, I can explain it again.” He has a soft smile on his face as he explains the concepts of how black holes are formed and what they even are again. After a few minutes of utter confusion, something clicks, and the concepts start to make perfect sense. You scribble notes down as fast as you can, worried that the clarity isn’t going to last, but you manage to fill page after page with notes.

“Holy shit,” you say after a while, rubbing the wrist of your writing hand. “I feel like I just retook every class we’ve had this semester.”

“Is that bad?”

“No, no, I actually understood everything. Thank you.” Hyeongjun smiles at this.

“I’m glad. Do you think you’re ready for the midterm?”

You rest back on the palms of your hands. “Right now, yes. I’m just nervous that I won't remember anything in two days.”

“Of course you will, you’re smart.” You smile at him.

“Thanks, but my grades would disagree.”

“Grades don’t measure how smart you are, though.” He gets up, walking back over to his desk and opening a drawer, pulling out some snacks. “Are you hungry?” You nod, reaching out for one of the bags which you quickly open and start eating.

The two of you relax like this for a little while, refueling with all of your study materials surrounding you and just chatting. You find out that he plays guitar, he likes listening to jazz music and that he’s interested in fashion. After about half an hour of talking, the door to his dorm swings open and (presumably) his roommate comes in.

“I’m home!” he calls out, immediately becoming the loudest sound you’ve heard that day. He looks over at you and Hyeongjun, still sitting on the ground. “Oh? Is this your girlfriend?”

Hyeongjun doesn’t say anything, but the look he gives you tells you all that you need to know. “Ah, I have to go home, I forgot my roommate wanted to make dinner with me tonight.” You’re lying through your teeth and you hope Hyeongjun can tell.

“Ah, okay. Thank you for studying with me.” He helps you gather your things Jooyeon lays on his bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Bye, Hyeongjun’s girlfriend!” he calls on your way out. Hyeongjun closes the door quickly, and you can faintly hear his roommate yelling out in pain immediately after. “What was that for?”

You walk back to your dorm, fairly confident in yourself for your test.

You and Hyeongjun don’t talk much the next day, your only class together is Astronomy so you don’t get much of a chance to interact outside of the lecture hall. He does text you a few times, making sure that you remember the different types of stars and what a quasar is, but for the most part, you focus on your other class and reading back over your notes.

On the day of the midterm, you enter the lecture hall and glance around for Hyeongjun. You don’t see him, so you take a seat. Your professor has a rule where there needs to be a minimum of three seats and one row between the closest person to you, so you don’t get your usual spot, instead sitting closer to the middle. There aren’t too many people in this course, so it’s not too difficult to find a seat.

You’re pulling out your pencil case when someone walks past you, whispering “You’ve got this!” You glance up as they pass to see Hyeongjun smiling softly at you while flashing a thumbs up. You smile back at him, watching him find a seat, and you’re surprised to feel butterflies in your stomach. You hadn’t really considered that you might be into him, but you put the thought out of your mind for the moment. The exam is beginning, and all of your anxiety comes rushing back as you open the packet.

You glance over the first page, and some of your anxiety dissipates as you see several rows of multiple choice questions. You find yourself somehow breezing through them, and at the end, there are five fill-in-the-blank questions. You check over your answers again before you turn the test into the professor sitting at the front of the classroom, and you’re on your way out of the back door when someone grabs your wrist.

You quickly turn around to find Hyeongjun smiling at you. “Sorry,” he whispers, “I didn’t want to yell. Uh…would you want to get a coffee?”

“Of course.” You smile back at him. He lets go of your wrist, and the two of you walk to a little cafe just off campus. You end up spending a few hours there, eating pastries and drinking your coffee, and by the time you realize how late it’s gotten, there’s a notification waiting for you on your phone. Your midterm was already graded.

“Oh, holy shit.” You stare at the notification, scared to open it and find that you didn’t understand quite as much as you thought you did.

“Did yours get graded, too?” Hyeongjun asks.

“Yeah…” you trail off. “What did you get?”

“You check first.” He locks his phone, placing it screen-down on the table.

You take a deep breath and tap on the notification. It takes a second to load and your anxiety is at its peak just before it finally shows you. Somehow, some way, you got an A-, which is your highest grade in that class so far. It skyrockets your course grade from its comfortable C to a mid B. You drop your phone on the table, mouth slightly hanging open.

You blink, looking back at Hyeongjun. “What did you get?” you ask again.

He holds his phone up, showing an A+, which isn’t unexpected. “I had a really good study buddy,” he tells you. “What did you get?” You show him your phone, with both the grade of your midterm and your overall grade up, and a wide grin spreads on his face.

“I knew you could do it!” He exclaims, before covering his mouth with his hand. The cafe is mostly empty by now, and even the employees don’t give him a look. You smile back at him, overly proud of yourself, as well as grateful for all of Hyeongjun’s support and study help.

“Would you, uh, want to keep studying together?” you ask, a little worried of what he might say.

“Of course, I have fun studying with you.” His phone buzzes like twenty times, threatening to shake it off of the table. He glances down at the notification and his face falls slightly. “I’m sorry, I have to go, Jooyeon lost his key, and if the RA finds out, he’s going to have to pay a fee. Are you free to study on Monday?”

“Yeah, sounds perfect. Good luck with Jooyeon.”

“Then it’s a date.” He doesn’t look you in the eyes as he says this, and he only waves goodbye to you as he leaves the cafe.

You sit for a second before cleaning off the table and leaving yourself. The butterflies are back, less subtle than before. This time, you don’t try to find a distraction from them.

[pinky-in-blankets]

4, 8, & 9 from the f/ovember questions that aren't 𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 for Jax please - ( @dzvagabond )

f/ovember questions that aren't embarrassing

---- 4. How are you guys in public? Is it easy to get tasks done, or do any of you tend to be scatterbrained or anxious? How do you work around those problems?

"Funny thing about being in a relationship with a literal cupcake- She's very PDA and open about being affectionate around me- much to everyone else's disgust. I LOVE it. getting things done isn't much of a problem. in fact- I find it quite useful in using her as an excuse to be EXTRA obnoxious to those around me. Whatt? Noo.. I'm just looking out for cottontail is all. no other reason~ hehe" --

8. Anything you like to watch together? What about something you like to watch but s/o HATES? & do they put aside their grievances for you? [TV centered, but video/board games & internet channels included depending on setting! go crazy]

" Oh, I love all things violence, destruction, and explosions! You'd think someone as particular as Scribs wouldn't be into that kinda stuff, but she is! She especially likes robots so we can get what we want by watching things like Gundam and Transformers. A win-win if you ask me." -- 9. Quick ― favorite & least favorite holidays? What about something you wouldn't normally celebrate that's a staple now because of your partner? Or maybe you used to recognize a holiday but no longer do?

"Being the softie that she is, Scribbles HATES Halloween. She says it's for religious reasons, but I think its because she isn't a horror fan. Though I can't say I don't mind it when she comes into my room and hides underneath the blankets looking for me to 'protect her' and junk. it's both funny and a stroke of my ego that she thinks she can trust me that much. Heh. I'd spook her a little from time to time but if she'd go as far as to cling to me for help- I might as well keep up appearances."

[radroachrepellent]

Wax Seal

John Hancock (FO4), Bunny Santos (Sole Survivor), Chercock, Cherry Feltman (FO4 OC) like 200 words lol

Self indulgent Bunny helping Hancock write a letter to everyone's favorite scatterbrained, freckled lady. Bunny is @capcollector ‘s 🌶️

The dim light of Goodneighbor’s skyline filtered through the dusty window, casting an amber glow on the cluttered desk. John Hancock, mayor and renowned ghoul, hunched over a piece of paper, chewing the end of a pen.

Words scribbled and scratched out filled the margins of a few pieces of paper, each attempt at a heartfelt letter to Cherry falling short. His supply of clean paper dwindled, each sheet a testament to his struggle. The pen felt alien in his grip, an unfamiliar tool for a task he barely understood. Memories of their last high together surfaced, Cherry's passionate tirades about romance novels echoing in his mind. Somehow, her whimsical fantasies had woven their way into his thoughts, driving him to this futile effort.

"Hey, Bunny!" Hancock's raspy voice echoed through the hall. The sound of footsteps grew louder until Bunny, who had been visiting for supplies, appeared in the doorway.

"What's up, Hancock?" she asked, eyebrow raised at the disarray on his desk. He looked like he was having a bad trip. 

Hancock sighed, pushing the papers off his desk. "I'm trying to write a letter to Cherry, ya know? But everything I write sounds... wrong."

Bunny smirked, walking over to the desk. "Well, at least let me see what you've got?”

Hancock reluctantly picked up a paper from the ground, handing her the letter, filled with phrases like, "Your freckles remind me of stars," and, "Your hair is like orange Mentats” Bunny stifled a laugh, handing it back.

"You know, I wouldn’t describe her hair as orange Mentats. It’s more like yellow," Bunny said, her voice tinged with laughter. "You're trying too hard," she continued, her smile unwavering. "Cherry's not after poetry."

Hancock snatched the paper back, slumped in his chair. "Yellow Mentats don’t exist, sister. I just want her to know how much she means to me. Don’t want her to get the wrong idea about our… relationship. It ain’t easy finding the right words, even for a ghoul as charismatic as me.”

Bunny thought for a moment, then smiled. "Just talk about what makes her special to you. Why do you care about her?"

Hancock’s eyes softened as he thought of Cherry. "Well, she’s... different. In a good way. She's smart, even if she's a bit scattered. She’s got this quirky charm, always mumbling to herself unless she spots someone alone by the roadside—then she’ll awkwardly strike up a conversation. And she's got this crazy passion for helping ghouls, even if it means risking her life. She makes me want to be better." Hancock's smile broadened. "And she's got a few tricks up her sleeve that'll make your head spin…"

Bunny nodded, rolling her eyes at his last comment. "Write that down. Just like you said it."

Hancock picked up his pen and began to write, Bunny leaning over his shoulder, still trying to convince him to tweak the Mentats hair line.

“Dear Cherry, I’ve been sitting here for what feels like hours, trying to find the right words to tell ya how I feel. Everything I wrote sounded like shit until Bunny reminded me that you’d want honesty, not poetry. So here's the real deal. You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met. You’re smart as hell, even if you’re lost in your own world sometimes. Your quirky charm is something else—it somehow just works for you. Your drive to help ghouls and throw yourself into danger? Can't deny it gets my blood pumping, even without chems. It makes me want to step up my game and do more. I care about you, Cherry. More than I can put into words. I want to be there for you, to support you through your wild projects and deathclaw showdowns, and everything else you dive into. And let’s be honest, waking up next to a stunning smoothskin isn’t too shabby either. Yours, Hancock”

Hancock set down the pen, looking up at Bunny with a mix of gratitude and uncharacteristic nervousness. "Don't leave me hanging, B."

Bunny smiled. "I think it's perfect."

[sosheblabbed]

1/30/17

{written for a renaissance fair writing competition, poetry entry in high school}

incandescence from the orbicular horizon blinded the man's corneal lens,

pulling him out of the agony he suffered.

his soul was suffocated by grief,

as he yearned for the woman who his children came from.

his only alleviation was the many illuminations that shown lividly from the black sky.

telescope in his grasp, he admired

the gleams of luminescence.

his broken invention laid in the floor

of his home, and said goodbye to his sorrowful

life, as he was torn from his home,

and thrown in prison.

the man sat in solstice, staring at the black ceiling,

imagining that he was still gazing at the

beautiful things that he identified "stars".

Tuesday, July 16, 2024

{written as a messy scribble, some intentionally poetic, some free verse; scatterbrained}

strands of fractured memories, goals, ideas, and beliefs so thin that they cannot manifest into concrete thoughts;

not as a beautiful head of curly blonde hair, but more consistent as if the quarter hour chimes on the grandfather clock every few seconds.

floating through the thick cloud that is my consciousness looking for some semblance of what we were just thinking about prior to the little hand striking fifteen 'till three.

the chimes speed and slow, ebb and flow, follow the pace of the heart of the house;

speeds when time is needed, slows when time is tedious.

it comes and goes just like the sounds of the shell we held to our ears to hear the "real-life" ocean.

more concrete though, are those times when you could have chosen me, and did not.

sure, these minuscule considerations are tireless, but they also bring me the only semblance of hope to be seen.

you were the one thing i loved more than anything else, including myself, for most of my life; i believed it would always be that way until i saw the repetitive fault in that thinking.

as my mom, you knew that i didn't complain easily, especially not about because of the respect I had for you as your daughter; i was under the impression that you understood the gravity of the situation, wrongfully so, as I am the one who experienced the grooming and abuse.

as my mom, there were several opportunity's after the church said something about his behavior, then more when other people expressed repeated opinion and self experience to support an idea that was entirely new to her; she had no idea who she slept next to at night.

you were a stranger that counted on the slow process i used to consider the validity of all people and all defenses, as well as my extreme empathy.

i tell you, for the last time.

you will never exploit me again.

[tinygumdrops]

what's inside ur bag? 😌

recently bought a second hand kindle, im excited to reread your long kagehina fics there

Hi there!!! Omg this is such a cute ask ;-; Thanks so much!!!

First off, I'm a backpack gal forever and ever!!! I never liked purses or handbags cuz yk minimal space & lack of pockets (I'm v v scatterbrained & can spend 30 minutes looking for my keys so I need lots of bag compartments more than the average person). I'm kinda proud of my backpack and bring it everywhere cuz it's the second item I bought with my first paycheck (the first one was living room curtains for my mom lol)!!!

ANYWAY, as for the stuff inside... I have my wallet, my phone, two pairs of phone chargers (just in case a coworker borrows one!), my tablet, pencils and pens, a pocket notebook, old newsprints where I can scribble my thoughts on (sometimes I write fic ideas there whenever I'm bored LOL), wet wipes and napkins, sunscreen, door and car keys, band aids, Salonpas patches, pain meds, my stethoscope, a pulse ox, a prescription pad, and a reference book that I hardly get to read cuz I'm lazy ;-; I still bring it with me just in case I run into a patient I can't handle with just my puny brain lol.

I have never tried a Kindle before omg is it great?? I usually just read using free ebook apps, but maybe if my budget allows I'll consider getting one, especially if it comes with a lot of QOL features!