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Paimon: ... What do you think you are doing? Lumine: snff- No - Nothing... Paimon: Do you know Paimon saw you screwing up your Windblade right? Even Paimon almost got caught.

Lumine: S-Sohh... So? Paimon: Paimon knows you are sick, but you still trying to hide it, stop stifle them. Lumine: NgshT!! We- Well, is not only for that. I - IHhEhh - snff- I don't want to ma-aHEhhhh... Paimon: If your intention is not make another mess like the last one, maybe you shouldn't use your elemental skills for now. Meanwhile you don't, then you can let them go, like Paimon does. So what do you think? Lumine: En'GKuSHhu!! Heh- EN'GKuSHhuww!! Paimon: Better!

She doesn't know that Lumine just lost these two, but will take her advice on consideration.

This drawing is a continuation from the artwork I commissioned @hachiibun, click to see it, you won't regret!

[dontfeeltoohot]

You mentioned season 2 steve so for a prompt?…rewrite a scene of your choice, but Steve has a horrible sneezy cold. 😈

Thank you for this! This isn't exactly a re-write (sorry) but it's more of a 'pre-scene', right before he and Nancy go to dinner at Barbs parents house! I hope you enjoy! (As always, Steve is eighteen in this, I do not write snz content with minors!)

X X X

The idea of heading to dinner at the Holland's house makes Steve want to bang his head against the wall- or maybe not with his headache, but it definitely is far down on his list of things he wants to do. He's already had to trudge through the school day feeling worn down while desperately trying to pay attention to Click's rambling, he doesn't want to try and have to do the same with Mr. and Mrs. Holland too.

Sniffling and swiping his nose against the sleeve of his sweater, the jock clears his throat as his sinuses give a throb, reminding him just how congested he is. Walking up to the Wheelers door in the crisp early October air, he knocks and waits, giving Mr. Wheeler a signature Harrington smile, still trying to win the mans trust.

"Nancy's still getting ready."

With no invitation inside, Steve stands there with his hands shoved in his Levi's, shivering as wind blows by. A moment later, Karen Wheeler appears and smiles widely, ushering him in.

"Oh, Steve! Nancy will be right down. Do you want anything to drink? We just got more mountain dew," her voice is sweet and warm.

"I'm alright but thanks Mrs. Wheeler," t he eighteen year old says politely, sniffling again when his nose runs.

"Of course honey."

When her eyes linger over him, he's reminded of just how much everyone knows about him and his family. Parents always gone, only child left behind to finish school and get a real job. No one knows just how lonely he is, though, or how much he craves parental affection. With the way Mrs. Wheeler looks at him every time he's there, he thinks maybe she knows, though. As he mulls the thought over, a sudden, intense tickle sneaks up on him and he barely has time to turn away from the woman, bringing his hand up to his face.

"hehEISHHoOo! EiiSHhhuh!"

"Bless you!"

He thinks he hears Mr. Wheeler around the corner mutter out a 'jesus christ', but he's not sure, too busy blushing. He's acutely aware of how loud his sneezes are and just how messy they can be when he's sick. He doesn't mean for them to be, of course, but usually they're just too quick and he can't even think to try and muffle them. Wiping his hand on his jeans, he nods.

"Thanks, sorry," his voice is thick with congestion now, knocked loose from the sickly sneezes.

"Are you feeling alright? You look a little flushed."

"Oh, yeah, everyone on the basketball team's been passing some cold around, think it finally hit me," Steve explains, nudging his nose with his knuckles before fixing a stray piece of hair that's flopped onto his forehead.

"We have some Comtrex if you'd like some, or Tylenol," Mrs. Wheeler frowns, making Steve shift.

"It's alright, but I might take you up on it when we get back," he admits, giving her a smile. "Cold medicine makes me kind of tired."

"Ah, Nancy's the same way," she nods in understanding.

"hehITSCHHuh! Damn, s-sohh-eiIKSHuhEW! Sorry.."

Steve just barely catches the sneezes in his hand, and he's sure he's misted the air with the first one as he brought his fingers in front of his mouth. Sniffling wetly, he rights himself and looks back at his girlfriends mother.

"On second thought, uh. Maybe I'll have some."

[olettebobow]

So, soHH Springbonnie design inspired those old vintage dolls! with silly and mischievous faces mwagahaha

[cuzimitaliano]

SOHH Official Announcement

Almost a year ago, an idea sprouted in my head. My first multi-chapter Måneskin fanfic. I had an outline ready, I had scenes planned out, everything. But it eventually dropped off. I became busy with softball and end of year studies along with a bunch of crap thrown on my reputation. I fell out of love with Måneskin and resented them. The thought of them revolted me. This was and is something extremely hard for me to admit. I still loved them, deep down inside, but because I held them so close to me and my friend group, I hated how my mind connected the band to them after they left me. I'm not even joking on that. I wrote for one of my memoirs "Relating bands to people I know is something that hurt when my friends left. Each member of Maneskin was a person in my friend group and even though they are a great band, I can’t seem to look at them the same." But with the announcement of Rush! on Halloween, I fell back in love with Må. I re-listened to all of the band's albums and couldn't wait for Rush!. All the love that was lost over the few months I ignored them came flooding back to me. And now I re-found my love for my fanfiction idea. And this is the announcement.

Presenting Strings Of Her Heart, a Måneskin fanfiction.

First chapter out February 14th, 2023. <3

[dear-happypills]

i hate going to work.

its about 5 cigarettes before 9, a chug of those keurig coffee pod, and a 30-min round of meditation before i think,

"okay .... fine........."

FINE.............

............

........

.....

fine.

HAHAHA. yea, i hate going to work....

and maybe, im a bit depressed too..

noone really knows.

if i could tell you about the injustices of being a laborer in the cruel world driven by illusions, hypocrisy, greed, laziness, ... yadi yadi yah... me being happypills might make a little more sense.

because i dont have any friends or a hobby or a social life (SUE ME), its probably the reason why i put so much thought and effort into the work i do. and i mull over the events throughout the day, and just curl from the stress of thoughts and thoughts and thoughts .... from that day.

so, yea, i guess i put a lot of thought and effort into the work i do.

i mean,............... i am getting paid after all..... so its only sensible i should work hard?

but.,,,, idk.............. why am i thrown daggers for trying to be more efficient, accountable, diligent, collaborative, yadi yadi yah?

.

.

i come to think of it as,

"oh, maybe people just dont like me very much"

.

.

even here they dont like me very much...

even here............................ ---> and if i could tell you how that thought reminds me all the personal relationships ive ever had. me being happypills might make a little more sense.

after work, my chemistry has become to escape reality by getting high or succumbing to the virtual world before i self implode in my loneliness.

.

though ive been told that loneliness isnt a justification. and i think i agree.

.

-- -- - - - - -- - - --- -

yet, there is this pit that i cant get out of. and it seemingly gets deeper.

...

.

.............

but lets clear the air.

im not... like a psychopath, and a dangerous thing. (maybe just a splash of autism. idk.)

and if you think,

"oh wow, happypills really dislikes the system. "

well yea, thats true, but im not nihilistc. i WANT something better.

i believe in justice, love, and beauty... and Jesus, obviously. and i exist to be in service of that. to glorify that...

even as a heathen that i am....

for i am happypills.

...

but the whole point of me being happypills, is just that i am one of many.

a pill that exists in ... in service and then forgotten ... in this world. used and abused by institutions, disrespected by other pills constantly, unrecognized by the collective. yet hoping and praying that my chemistry will eventually and faithfully transcendend out of my shell, and out of the giant pill bottle...

to beyond.

you know????

i like to think of happypills as a representative of long suffering. LLLLllloooong suffering.........................

Long.

.

.

LONG.

...............

...............................

me: ... ahem..... okay. i dunno why you have to say 'long' like that. kinda weird

happypills: shut up you. are you having fun NOT working while I DO?

me: youre the one who wanted to switch places with me...

happypills: you TRICKED meh.

me: but wow. wow. tha ... that. was a great monologue of your experience with work.

and your philosophy.....

i mean. yea.

people will find an experience that happypills had

as a laborer

SO insightful and relatable. yea. its great. sohh great.

happypills: ive learned at work, that what youre doing is sarcasm.

pill you.

me: well pill you. youre all that i have to come to home to after work, so sucks for you.

happypills: *sigh ... yea.. frrealz.. depression am i right?

- happypills

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[dear-happypills]

me: it didnt matter

happypills: i still think it does. honesty is the best policy, HOLLERR.

me: wtf do you know about honesty? your happypills.

happypills: ...you know sohh little. i am probably the most honest thing there is.

me: -_-;; yea, you've really kept me honest thats for sure.

happypills: exacttllyyyy. but please, expand. how does being honest not matter??

me: well, i mean you were there. when xxxxxxxxx would say how i was .... so honest. like it was a complement.

happypills: yea,.... um i thought it was.

me: but yea the bitch went off and got married to someone else.

happypills: wait. wait. i thought that was xxxxxx.

me: ..... .... .. yea. her too.

happypills: lol... LOLOLOL.

me: like dont remind me dude.

happypills: wait wait, and xxx also said the same thing, AND THE SAME THING HAPPENED AGAIN! XD,.... howwww am i just seeing this????

me: yea, maybe if you werent so high all the time. and to be fair, xxx never really said i was 'honest'; it was that i was 'pure'.

happypills: weelllll shit. good riddance. she didnt have any idea who you are. pwahahahaha. but i do remember the pure was in the context of being honest and what not.

me: yeaaa....... .....

happypills: well, pwahahahaha. okok, aside from these things. what else?

me: ... well okok. and like when i was honest in grade school, when someone was like "who farted???"; and i heard the girl who did, because she was sitting next to me. so i was like, "shedid" really loud.

happypills: PWAHAHAHAHA

me: but like i didnt want them thinking i did too so you know.

happypills: well then, you werent really honest. you know??? since that statement wasnt about the truth so as much a means to another point.

me: okok. fine. yea. but how about like honest work ethic.

i think i have a pretty honest work ethic.

and that gets me NOOOOWWWHERE.

happypills: give it time. people will recognize.

me: yea.................................................................. or they never will.

happypills: well then, psh somethings wrong with you then.

me: no, i mean theres like politics and shit. you know?? like its not just about working diligently and smart. its about knowing the right people, and showing them or even pretending to show them.

happypills: i didnt know you were such a kissass.

me: fuck you. what do you know; never worked a day in your life.

happypills: -_- ..................... bitch.

you kidding me???

every second i spend with you is

PILLING WORK!

HARD, and HONEST TO GOD, LABORIOUS WORK.

me: aoohhhh jeez. and here i though we were friends.

happypills: we are brohhh.

me: -_- LABORIOUS huh?? like whered you even pick up on that word? you fucking pregnant???

happypills: lololol. i know were friends because friends require work yoo.

me: ehhh,.... does it???

happypills: ANYWAYS okok give me other times when being honest didnt work.

me: alright. how about my previous job. it was about communicating with students, and bringing out honest thoughts on colleges, majors, their stories -- and writing damn good essays. at least what paid ones can get you.

but the whole system was never honest. the honest act of connecting with students was predicated on a business model...

happypills: ehh, idk. sounds like a you problem. whyd you work in such a dishonest place?

me: oh, TRUST. i dont know if there is even a honest place to work for.

happypills: well..... IDK.

at least for meeHHHHHH. honesty, still the best policy.

me: -_- yea........ okay. must be why you like jerk off every d....

ENDSCENE

- happypills