19~Libra~Knight of Mind~INTJ Currently struggling with being an adult in college and writing. My main focus is an Adrinette multi-chapter fic that will hopefully someday come to AO3. Tbh it's hella weird knowing that in two weeks I won't be a teen anymore. My AO3 account is HWIAP. Askbox is OPEN to requests.
So Iâm likely gonna lose total access to this account tomorrow cuz ya bitch doesnât know shit about her old email and canât fukkin update her password without that, soooo YEAH FUCK ME I GUESS
anyway my witchblr is @biitch-of-the-hearth if anyoneâs into witchy shit
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Hey guys! I know itâs been AGES and have no idea if anyone even still follows this blog and actually cares about where I am in my life, but Iâm a big girl grad student now! I havenât written fanfic in a while, but I HAVE been working on a novel. Thatâs nowhere near complete. Instead Iâm posting cuz I now run a blog/freelance business! So if you/someone you know are interested in cats, writing, editing, or any combination of that feel free to check my site out! Iâm in the works of formalizing my prices for editing, but Iâm more interested in the blog side of the business for now anyway. Hope yâallâre out there chasing your dreams!
Hey guys! I know itâs been AGES and have no idea if anyone even still follows this blog and actually cares about where I am in my life, but Iâm a big girl grad student now! I havenât written fanfic in a while, but I HAVE been working on a novel. Thatâs nowhere near complete. Instead Iâm posting cuz I now run a blog/freelance business! So if you/someone you know are interested in cats, writing, editing, or any combination of that feel free to check my site out! Iâm in the works of formalizing my prices for editing, but Iâm more interested in the blog side of the business for now anyway. Hope yâallâre out there chasing your dreams!
we all know that warriors doesnât really understand how kittens develop (looking directly @ you bluekit) so that gives me room for some fun headcanons to fix that with!
queens donât officially name their kits until theyâre like 3 moons old because thatâs when (colorpoint) cats start to have a good indication of what their color is & eyes have the proper color. in the mean time queens gotta give their babies nicknames right?
iâm imagining a lot of prey related nicknames since the kits will be all tiny, so lots of Mouses & Squirrels & Rabbits.
âaw your baby looks like a lil shrew heâs so friggin cute i could bite himâ
and then there are some babies that are just really high energy or really wiggley so they get nicknames like Pounce or Jump & even less âtraditionalâ names like Zoop & Squirmy.
the shy kiddos get names like Milk becuase theyre always w/ their mamas or Sleepy if they donât like exploring.
then when the kits are around 3 moons old, their moms will do a small unofficial name change ceremony & the kits get their kit names. good clan leaders will squish into the nursery & attend as guests. by then the queens have a rough idea of their kitsâ personalities & know how theyre gonna look for the rest of their lives. or at least theyve had some time to think about a forever name.
and there are always some queens who keep nicknames as a prefix (usually like Rabbit or Milk) but you know theres gotta be a cat called Zoopclaw out there somewhere
School dress codes arenât only sexists, but thereâs also racist and islamophobic.
I (First Nations, Mohawk) used to have hair past my chest but my middle school forced me to cut my hair because âboys couldnât have hair past the tips of the earâ (Iâm not a boy either, but they assigned me âboyâ as a gender) but even when I begged them to let me keep my hair because of spiritual beliefs, they forced me to cut it. A classic move of the white school system against native children. I got a referral everyday for the 65 days I refused to cut my hair. I cried for two weeks after the principal took scissors to my hair. Iâm still growing it back.
My best friend (who is an aboriginal Egyptian) was once told to remove her hijab (also a gift I had given her) because âhats werenât allowedâ (a mixture of racism and islamophobia), she reluctantly took it off.
In middle school again, my friend Nemo ( First Nations, Navajo) was told she couldnât wear her traditional clothing on her 13 birthday, celebrating her reaching puberty. She was sent home and forced to spend her birthday alone while her parents worked.
Tomorrow is my 18th birthday, an important life event in Mohawk culture (becoming an adult) and I want to wear my traditional clothes to school, especially because Iâll have to celebrate all alone this year since I live far away from my nation. Even though my school doesnât have uniforms or a strict dress code, Iâm afraid theyâll tell me that my clothes or very light face paint are âdistractingâ and tell me to take off my traditional jewellery (headband, choker, bracelets) or wash off the face paint.
Iâm sure these are only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to racism in the school dress code, and general school systems. White culture is enforced in everything from the dress code to the curriculum.
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The second of three parts to Marinetteâs Valentineâs adventure! I say adventure, but itâs the weekend. And sheâs sulking just a little bit. Definitely insinuates the Marichat, and they talk about their crushes a bit without realizing theyâre talking to their crush about it. Because they dumb and cute.
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Saturday night, Marinette is leaning on the balcony above her room, staring out at the Parisian night. Itâs been a quiet week, and sheâs so thankful for that. Not because she doesnât have to go and save Paris - she actually enjoys doing that - but because it means people are happy. At least, nobodyâs upset enough to invite an akuma into their soul.
The day after Valentineâs, Adrien had sent a few curious glances her way. Alya had chastised her for not managing to give him the gift. Chloe had seemed⌠more annoyed than usual by her presence.
All in all, it had not been a great day and she is very happy to have the week done with. Chat hadnât been around when she was patrolling and Alya was on a date with Nino, so the day had been⌠fairly lonely. There was lots of baking and designing done.
So it was productive.
It just⌠didnât feel all that productive. Maybe thatâs just because sheâs been berating herself for not giving Adrien the gift.
âWhy so down?â
Her head shoots up, from her gaze on the ground far below to the curious green eyes staring at her from her rooftop.
âChat Noir? What are you doing here?â She canât be in danger. He hadnât tried to get Ladybugâs attention, so there isnât anything wrong in Paris. But she canât know that. âIs there something wrong?â
His lips pull into a smile, and he jumps from the roof onto the balcony with her, lounging against the railing beside her. âOf course there is. Youâre looking sad. Whatâs the matter, Little Lady? Heart troubles from Valentineâs Day? I may have to keep an eye on you to make sure no akuma gets to you.â
His eyes are glistening with mischief, and if she was being honest with herself she would admit to the fact that her heart just skipped a beat. But she refuses to be because he flirts with both her as Marinette and her as Ladybug.
This is just how Chat Noir is, and thereâs no meaning behind it.
Except Marinette doesnât know any of this, just like she knows she isnât going to become akumatized. She isnât that upset. Just⌠annoyed at herself. But she smiles at him anyways and responds with a, âI must be pretty special for Chat Noir himself to think he needs to keep an eye on me.â
He chuckles and grins more, and she swears his eyes glint. âPurr-haps I just enjoy being around you.â
âI thought you were in love with Ladybug? Thatâs what the media makes it seem like.â
His face seems to fall for a second, but then heâs grinning again. âOf course I admire My Lady! Sheâs magnificent. Smart, witty, she puts up with my humor, sheâs much more prepared than I am. Sheâs saved me countless times. Ladybug is the true savior of Paris.â His grin softens into a serene smile, and Marinetteâs heart definitely skips a beat.
She needs to get back on track with why heâs here. No way can she stand this. Itâs⌠confusing. âThat hasnât told me why youâre here.â Thereâs a small quirk of a smile on her lips, and she stares at him expectantly.
He snaps back to his regular self, grin and everything. âI love My Lady, yes, but youâre fascinating as well. I like being around you, Marinette. Is it so wrong for me to want to get to know you?â
Suddenly sheâs unable to look directly at him, her gaze drifting to one of her potted plants. âWell⌠wouldnât it be bad if Ladybug happened to see this? Wouldnât she think weâre⌠you know⌠a thing?â She loves how she canât word all the time. Words are hard. So is figuring out her feelings.
âI donât think it would be. Ladybug⌠is out of my league. Sheâs on a pedestal far above the Eiffel Tower, in a place where I canât reach her.â
Marinette feels a pang in her chest that she recognizes all too well. âI know exactly what you mean.â He tilts his head, curiously staring at her. She manages to meet his gaze for only a second. âMy crush feels like that, too. Like heâs way out of my reach. I couldnât even give him the palmiers I made for himâŚâ She heaves a sigh then glances at Chat again, pulling a small smile onto her face.
âDonât make such a pained face, Mari.â Her smile is gone immediately, replaced by a small frown to match his. âMaybe I should have saved a palmier for you. My Lady had bought some⌠Oh! You said you baked palmiers for your crush? And your family owns a bakery!â
It takes her a second to realize where heâs going with that, but then she bursts into laughter. âChat Noir! I can promise you now, Ladybug did not come into my bakery while I was there to buy some palmiers. Perhaps she did when she wasnât Ladybug, but I have no idea who it would have been.â That isnât completely a lie. Ladybug didnât buy anything from her shop; Ladybug baked the palmiers as Marinette.
His pout is obvious, and she can just barely see a blush under his mask. Itâs adorable and makes her grin some more. Then he smiles a bit and chuckles. âWell, at least I got a laugh out of you. Laughter is good for the soul. Helps with heartache.â His face softens all over again, and once again thereâs a skip in her chest.
âT-true,â she stammers, having to look away from him to keep her face from getting any warmer. Sheâs always been in Ladybug-mode when around him, even as Marinette, but right now⌠thereâs something different. Heâs showing a side that she hasnât seen before, and she has no idea how to react to it.
She hears a curious âmreow?â, then Chat is in her face, his big green eyes staring at her and lips curled up in an amused smile. âWhat are you looking away for, Little Lady?â
Marinetteâs face flares up red, and she presses her back against the railing of her balcony, very glad for the fact that itâs a very sturdy railing. âN-no reason!â His smile grows into a grin. A very Cheshire grin. Stupid stammer. As an idea comes to mind, she puffs her cheeks out with a pout and crosses her arms over her chest. âI never took Chat Noir as the kind of guy that would push himself on a girl.â
That makes his eyes go wide, and he hastily takes a few steps back. He seems flustered. Almost upset. Like he didnât think she was joking. Her acting must be better than she thought.
She smiles a bit and takes a few steps towards him. âI was just teasing, silly kitty,â she hums, flicking his bell once. He swallows and stares down at her, eyes getting even bigger.
Realizing she definitely just seemed a lot like Ladybug, she takes a step back from him and bites her lip, worried about what his response to that is going to be.
âI- uh⌠should get going. You know. Make sure Paris is safe.â He takes a few steps back, eyes stuck on her as his face seems to heat up more. Before Marinette has the chance to respond, Chat has turned his back on her and is sprinting away.
It leaves her worried that she did something wrong, but more than worried sheâs curious. He had been blushing when he ran off. Chat Noir practically never blushes. What had that been about?
This three-part fic is aiming towards hitting three of the four pairs you can make with Adrien and Marinette; Adrienette, Lady Noir, Marichat. The first part is unrequited Adrienette with some Lady Noir, the second part is probably just going to be Marichat (I say âprobablyâ because itâs the least developed part), the third part is basically just Adrienette (there may be an appearance of full-on Lady Noir; this part also isnât finished).
Very SFW. No vulgar language. No sexual scenes.
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Marinette, mustering all her confidence, had made some very special pastries for her very special crush on February 13th. But that must have used all her confidence as, come the special day, she wasnât able to actually go up to him to hand him the ladybug-patterned bag of pastries she had baked specifically for him. Even when Alya was behind her, whispering courage into her ear and giving her back a shove before disappearing to give Nino the chocolate she had made, she couldnât do it. Maybe it was because she had seen the amount of Valentineâs presents he had in his locker, maybe it was the over-done pink and red and hearts all over her school, maybe it was how Chloe seemed even clingier than usual.
There had been a moment where she was almost able to, holding the bag in her arms as Alya was pushing her towards the blond. He had turned, sheâs pretty sure he had seen the bag immediately, and smiled at her.
Marinette sprinted to the bathroom and later got chewed out by Alya when she was found.
She just couldnât do it.
The ladybug-patterned bag stayed hidden away for the entirety of the day, only coming out after school was over and Ladybug was out to protect her city. Today was, thankfully, not like last yearâs Valentineâs day. So far nobody has been akumatized. There doesnât seem to be a threat of an akuma, either. Today may be a relaxing day for Ladybug - and Chat Noir, she muses, as she sees her black feline companion leaping along rooftops.
She yoyoâs her way over to him, and the way his grin grows wide and eyes light up as he sees her makes her lips grow into a wide grin as well. âHappy Valetineâs day, Chat. Hereâs to you not trying to kill me this time around.â She hands the bag out to him, easily able to pass it to him. Heâs dependable, heâs witty (even if most of his wit is shown in the form of horrific puns that she still enjoys anyways), and she feels comfortable around him. Theyâve worked together for more than a year at this point, and she canât think of a time that sheâs given him a present.
âMy Lady?â He sounds shocked, his eyes wide as he takes the gift, then turns mischievous. âHave you decided to show your undying love to me?â
She snorts and rolls her eyes at him. âOh yes, totally. No, you silly cat, I was just thinking of how I didnât get you anything last year. Besides, you know, your sanity back.â
His grin is wicked. âWith a kiss, I believe.â
Her cheeks color a bit. âHush! Or Iâll take the sweets right back.â
âNo take-backsies!â Heâs clutches the bag to his chest, then grins at her. âI suppose it would be rude of me to not give one of these a taste, huh? Purr-haps Iâll give you a treat of my own if theyâre good.â He winks, and she snorts again.
The moment he takes one of the palmiers from the bag, she realizes something she totally glossed over: theyâre shaped like hearts. Palmiers naturally look a little heart-shaped, but these were made specifically to look like hearts. The filling is pink, too.
Oh, God, it really does look like sheâs confessing her undying love for him. And this is what it would have looked like if she actually gave these to Adrien.
Wow, I am so glad that didnât happen. That would have been embarrassing.
Like having the mischievous feline raise his eyebrow and smirk at her wasnât a little embarrassing. âDonât make that face at me, I just happened to have some leftovers fromâŚâ From what? She canât just tell him that these are what she was going to give her crush but chickened out and gave them to him instead! âFrom what I bought myself.â
That was a terrible lie and sheâs pretty sure he knows that as well as she does.
But he doesnât question her more than that, shrugging it off and popping one into his mouth. His face lights up, and he pops another three into his mouth, his cheeks puffing out almost cartoonishly.
She laughs, and the way he pouts at her only makes her laugh harder. âYou look so ridiculous, Chat! Like a hamster.â
The pout grows.
She giggles and takes a step towards him, reaching into the bag so she can grab a palmier for herself. Of course she had tasted a few after she was done making them, but sheâs very proud of these because they taste so good.
Chat swallows and hugs the bag tightly against himself, getting possessive in a very adorable way. âI thought these were the leftovers of what you bought yourself? How come you want more?â
âOh, come on! I ba- bought these! Donât limit how many I can have.â
He grins and dances backwards as she chases after him, shoving two more into his mouth. She chases him to a whole other rooftop, and right when sheâs about to snatch his belt-tail he turns and catches her in an embrace, the bag of palmiers lightly thumping against her back.
Itâs Ladybugâs turn to pout, finding his change in tactic to be kind of annoying but very him. âHappy Valentineâs Day, My Lady,â he hums, leaning in and pecking her cheek before she can come up with any kind of retort. âThank you for the very delicious treats. Now, should we do our patrol of the city?â
âY-yeahâŚâ She stares up at him, cheeks not quite as scarlet as her outfit but definitely giving it competition.
When he grins his Cheshire grin she shakes herself out of her moment and grins back at him. Her cheeks may still be hot, but she isnât going to let him win. So when he sprints off, the ladybug-patterned treat bag attached to his hip, she sprints off after him.
Pretty damn SFW, around 1700 words. I was listening to a song in my car and had the idea for this. Then decided to give a writing exercise a try. So the only thing I listened to while writing this (which I listened to for about half of the writing time, and when I wasnât actually listening to it I still had it in my head) was the song from the car - All About Us from He is We.
Pretty damn SFW, around 1700 words. I was listening to a song in my car and had the idea for this. Then decided to give a writing exercise a try. So the only thing I listened to while writing this (which I listened to for about half of the writing time, and when I wasnât actually listening to it I still had it in my head) was the song from the car - All About Us from He is We.
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The whole world knows when Karkat Vantas is in a bad mood. Well, his entire world. Anyone outside of his sphere doesnât matter to him unless it enters his sphere, and the moment they leave his sphere they no longer matter to him. The signs are clear: his shoulders are more slouched more than usual, his glare permanently daring someone to talk to him, his words harsher and insults more creative. A simple âgo fuck yourself in a cornerâ becomes a âdig to the farthest depths of the Earth and jerk yourself off until the weight of the core of this Godforsaken planet crushes your shitty excuse of an existenceâ.
Those who know him are smart enough to stay out of his way. And if theyâre new to his world, they quickly learn. Except for one.
The only person to ever continually confront him is Terezi Pyrope, grinning nightmare. To the public, he makes it sound like sheâs almost always a nightmare that heâs stuck with merely because heâs a masochistic asshole. To those heâs close to, heâs honest: Terezi, his girlfriend, is the best person in the world and is the angel he doesnât believe he deserves. The only days where she isnât the best are his bad days.
Such as today.
âCan you fucking not tug on me like a hungry leech attempting to suck the soul right from my body? You have to join a waitlist to do that.â
Terezi stops tugging on his arm, a frown on her face, then moves her hand to be tugging on his hand instead, grip firm. âThen get off your ass! Come on, stand up, I have something special for you. And itâs actually special. Not me pulling some trick on you.â
The growl that comes in response doesnât sway her, continuing to tug on him, and he eventually gets up with an aggravated huff. âFuck, okay, Iâm standing, so-â A kiss cuts him off. It isnât playfully short, there arenât any teeth nipping at his lips; itâs sweet and soft, and despite her fingers not wandering along his chest or in his hair he can feel the tingles they leave on him.
She breaks the kiss but doesnât move her lips far from his, still close enough for them to taste the otherâs breath. âNow we dance. Iâve got music downloaded and everything just for this.â While she didnât know his bad mood would be today, sheâs had this planned out for a while.
Karkat does so much for her, bending himself out of shape on occasion just to make her happy. Rarely does she ever do something like that for him. So she decided that was going to change. Heâs a true romantic at heart, and she was going to take advantage of that like he takes advantage of her love for cherries. She went on a hunt, found slow songs they could just sway to, solidified her resolve to try this when heâs next in a sour mood. It isnât as grand as the things heâll do for her sometimes, but itâs a step in the right direction.
And, for once, sheâs fine with taking little steps if it means learning each and every little thing that makes him happy.
âFuck music. We donât need that to dance.â Karkatâs arms snake around her waist, pulling her closer to him and holding her there. âAnd I donât want to let you go.â
A giggle slips out, and she rubs the tip of her nose against his. âMy phoneâs in my back pocket. You wouldnât have to let me go.â
He hums in thought. Then one of his hands drags down her back and slides her phone out of her pocket. He rests the side of his head against her, and she keeps quiet, instead closing her eyes and taking in his scent. She doesnât need to ask what heâs doing.
So instead she just focuses on the warmth soaking through his clothes and to her, how their body temperatures contrasting so perfectly creates the perfect warmth for her and the perfect cooling for him. How his natural scent is like a drug to her. He smells like sweetness, like a candy she canât describe, and itâs absolutely intoxicating.
After several seconds of silence itâs clear that he found the album in her music labeled âFor Karkatâ because one of the many songs she downloaded starts playing. Then he slides her phone into her back pocket again, giving it a little pat before trailing his fingers to rest on the small of her back.
âWhat happened to âfuck musicâ?â She giggles her words, smiling up at him as he starts to sway the two of them to the sound of the waltz. âI thought we didnât need any.â
He makes a snorting sound, an edge of his lips quirking up into a small half-smile. âWe donât need any.â He doesnât say anything more than that before walking them to a more open space in their apartment, where theyâre less likely to bump into the couch or coffee table.
Terezi doesnât press the issue, deciding that maybe heâs playing the music just because she went out of her way to do it. Or maybe he just doesnât want to admit that he needs music to dance. She certainly needs it. She still has to rely on him even when thereâs music because she canât feel a rhythm properly.
They sway, he slowly twirls her, they peck each otherâs lips or cheeks or jaws or noses or foreheads, and they stay silent. While Terezi wants to ask what happened, she knows heâll only open up about it if heâs ready.
And, after a while, when his head is no longer feeling like itâs about to explode from stress, Karkat finally opens up. âI lost a big publishing deal early today. I donât know how much money we wouldâve made, but it doesnât matter because we arenât going to see any of it. They sent me a cryptic email about having to see me in person at a stupidly early morning meeting - which is why I wasnât here when you woke up - then made me sit through an hour long meeting that boils down to âwe have to cut back on costs and you arenât worth the money so byeâ.â He sounds so tired, his gruff voice hurting and quiet. His head rests on hers, his eyes closed as he takes in her scent. She smells like shampoo, like paperwork and⌠justice.
Itâs the most comforting smell in the world to him.
She sighs his name, then tilts her head and kisses him. It gives her a chance to think and keeps him from devolving into a ramble about how he isnât going to be going anywhere as an author. âYou donât need a shitty publishing company like that if theyâre having to cut back of authors. Theyâre losing money for a reason, Karkat. I can support us, you know I can. So take all the time you need to find a good publishing company.â
âI feel so shitty that youâre having to shoulder the burden.â He holds her closer, their swaying stopping. âMaybe I should just self-publish. Advertise my own way. Itâs been months, Terezi. But⌠Fuck, would I even make any money? Iâd have to pay for advertising out of pocket, and I donât know the first thing about that. Itâd take me months more to really learn, probably some more moneyâŚâ He trails off with a sigh, sounding defeated. Almost like heâs given up.
Her fingers had been hooked in the front of his shirt, but now theyâre cupping his face, her thumbs stroking along his cheeks. âYouâve got burdens of your own, dummy. I have a stable job, a steady pay, I donât mind paying for things until you can get situated. We have plenty of time.â She pulls him in for the same kind of kiss as before, her playful nipping put away for sweetness.
It feels so unlike her to be like this, to be so sweet and soft, but when she feels his weight shift to be leaning against her, when she tastes a sigh on her lips, her chest swells with love. Sheâs doing this for him. For her Karkat.
He breaks the kiss this time, slowly pulling his lips away so he can kiss her forehead. âOkay. When I get a good deal, a deal that doesnât wuss out on me and leave me on my ass, Iâll get you that ring. I havenât forgotten about that promise.â His voice is still quiet, but he doesnât sound defeated anymore.
âI love you. I donât need a ring to know you love me, too. So thereâs no rush. Okay?â She kisses him a few times, each kiss more and more similar to her playful pecks. The last kiss ends with her sucking on his bottom lip.
He lets her, a smile on his lips. âWell even though you know it, I still want to tell you I love you and want to put a ring on your finger.â He turns his head just enough to kiss her thumb. She giggles and plays with his lips. âSorry for being such an ass,â he mumbles, kissing her thumb a few more times.
Terezi hums and runs her thumb along his bottom lip, then kisses him again. âIâm just glad you didnât throw more of a fit when I was trying to get you to stand. And that this managed to work.â Her fingers crawl into his hair, tangling in his curls, and she pulls him in for a few more playful kisses.
Karkat chuckles against her lips, his fingers trailing up her spine then back down, keeping the pattern slow. Then he sways them again, not even in time with the music until a few seconds in. âYouâre fucking perfect. Now letâs just dance for a little longer. Then Iâll hunt for another publishing company. Okay?â
âOkay.â She smiles at him, then giggles as his head falls to her shoulder. His warm breath on her neck tickles, and she rests her head against his, letting their bodies move as one.
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so i caved hella quickly and now own an elbow brace (and a sleeve but i have to return that because even though it's the smallest it's too loose on my arm cuz i'm too thin) and will probz buy another tomorrow but for now i guess i have to continue with my writing hiatus (which hurts my soul but hey attempting to write makes me wanna cry cuz it hurts so i gotta not do the thing
If you have one you can try an elbow strap. If not i'd recommend moving it in a range of motions a few times a day.
I have to do the range of motions on a near-daily basis âcuz of my job (clothing retail; not a good idea for someone with my issues but itâs the only job I could get) but maybe doing some of those types of exercises without weight will help? Honestly Iâm doing some more deep research rn (because writing hurts like fuck and I didnât think it could) and thinking I may as well suck it up and buy a Goddamn brace so I (hopefully) donât have to go back to therapy.
If anyone happens to know of any exercises or home treatments or anything for like tennis elbow or anything elbow-related and would be willing to impart some of that knowledge on me that would be fukkinâ sweet because hot damn do my elbows hurt. Honestly, itâs my elbows that have been acting up more than my wrists, and I know I should buy an elbow brace but Iâm a stubborn prick. My nerve exercises from CTS therapy help a bit but not that much, and I really donât want to beg my parents to let me go back to a doctor to get my elbow checked out because I barely managed to get my wrists taken care of.
But itâs really a huge fucking pain in the ass to feel a constant gripping on your elbows thatâll go hot or cold (or, if youâre really lucky itâll do this fun stab of pain or feeling of icy hot liquid in your veins and on your skin) and for your pinkies to go kinda numb. Like having my elbows bent at all hurts sometimes. Itâs so bad, but I guess there isnât as much stuff online about elbow problems as there is about carpal tunnel (or maybe Iâm shit at looking for it) because I havenât been able to find much at all.
pls lemme know if youâve got any tips (other than icing it, i try not to do ice because my circulation is bad and cold makes it worse)
Oh, I didn't even see the thing u said! If u dont mind would u write a psiiglare thing? :0
OH FUCK OKAY I APOLOGIZE I READ THIS LIKE A WEEK AGO AND THOUGHT I RESPONDED BUT DIDNâT?
iâm actually about to start writing it now and tbh thatâs the only reason i realized i never even responded to your message. so sorry friend. but iâmma write the thing. or at least start it today.
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my wifi is now telling me my ip is being used by someone else on my network i am so glad this happened AFTER karezi week but at the same time DAMMIT WTF THIS IS SO DUMB AND ITS BECAUSE DAD GAVE US ALL OUR IP ADDRESSES MANUALLY SO HE CAN KEEP AN EYE ON US NO MATTER WHAT DEVICE WERE USING AND I BET HE JUST FUCKED UP AND GAVE MY IP TO ANOTHER DEVICE FUCKING FUCK
Karezi Week Day Seven - âWriterâs Choiceâ (NSFW)
The writer chose to do the smut sheâs been wanting to do. I was going to try for making it the âBeach Episodeâ but decided that rather than them fucking in the hotel room for that I should actually have them, yâknow, on the beach even though this idea was inspired by a story I wrote a while ago where Terezi gets them both horny while theyâre at the beach and Karkat refuses to do the nasty on the beach.
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âYouâre an absolute fucking freak,â Karkat grumbles the moment he and Terezi are behind the closed - and locked - door of their weekend getawayâs hotel door.
Terezi snickers and wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his and his body against the door. âSays the guy thatâs still got a hard-on from our fun on the beach.â She bucks her hips against his gently, humming at the sound of his groan and the way he grasps her tightly, his nails biting into the skin above her swim bottoms.
He pushes himself off the door, walking the two of them to the bed. Heâs trying to take control of this situation, but she has different plans. So even though she lets him push her onto the bed, she flips the two of them over so sheâs the one on top, her nails in his shirt and hips resting right on his hardness.
His nails dig into her more, and he groans out a lovely, âFuuuuuck,â when she slowly starts to move, grinding on him. She almost never gets to hear these sounds when heâs in charge; he keeps himself quiet, in control, making her scream and writhe with pleasure. But when sheâs in charge he lets himself go, whining and groaning and begging for her and she loves it.
She leans down to rest her chest on his, still moving her hips, and nibbles on his ear. âDo I get to be in charge?â
He groans, his nails digging into her more as he tries to press their bodies together more. It makes her moan, and he shudders. âFuck, yes, dammit, youâre already on top just fuck me.â
She giggles happily and sucks on his ear before sitting up again and tugging on his long-sleeved shirt, pulling it off him and exposing the pale, pale skin underneath. Her poor Karkat can never enjoy the sun like she can, his skin white and free of freckles, unlike hers - she may be only a little more tanned than him but her body is coated in sun kisses, showing her love for being outside.
The moment his fingers are going to undo the straps of her top she digs her nails into his chest, bringing them down slowly. He grunts and bucks into her, his own nails going into her back. âGoddammit,â he hisses.
âPatience,â she hums back, trailing her nails down his torso to his pants, tugging on them playfully. He groans and bucks his hips again. âIâll make this torture all worth it. You know Iâll never keep you suffering for long.â
âBut youâll sure as fuck drag it out.â
âNo more than what you do to me.â
He doesnât argue back, knowing as well as she does that thereâs nothing else he can say to that. And she rewards his silence by kissing him, slowly but surely tugging his pants down and leaving it to him to pull them off completely because her fingers are at his boxers, tugging on the elastic band and giggling against his lips when he makes an aggravated sound and pulls them off the rest of the way.
Heâs hard and ready, and when he goes to undo her bathing suit she doesnât scratch him. His fingers are quick at getting her top untied, and she flings her top off as he plays with her bottoms like she had played with his boxers. Sheâs giggling at first, but when he slips a finger between her and the bathing suit and brushes against her so perfectly her giggles turn to one long moan.
Sheâs naked in an instant, one hand stroking his length and the other on his chest, resting on his heartbeat. He has a hand in her hair, fingers running through the red affectionately, and his other is cupped against her womanhood, his middle finger teasing her clit. They draw out moans from each other, hips rocking against hands in a steady rhythm, until one of them breaks.
And as usual, itâs Terezi that gets impatient first, whining and squirming as she wants more. Karkat dips his fingers to press against her entrance, teasing her for just a moment, then moves his hand so she can take the reigns. The teasing makes her whine more, and she digs her nails into his chest for that moment. Then sheâs settling her entrance against the tip of his member, pressing herself down on him.
Once heâs fully nestled in her she giggles and kisses along his jaw, rocking just enough for them to feel the friction. He groans and bucks up into her, getting pinned down by a hand a moment later. âIâm in control,â she hums, slowing her movements more.
He groans and brings his nails down her back, leaving red marks on her pale skin and sending shivers through her. âYouâre the fucking worst.â
âYouâll be saying something completely different by the end of this.â She bites his neck and sucks, flicking her tongue against his skin and relishing the way he squirms and groans. Her fingers go to toy with his hair, tugging on it gently as she marks his neck with bites and sucks and kisses, wanting to show him her love and wanting to make sure nobody mistakes him for single.
He is very much her Karkat, and she is very much his Terezi.
âI know,â he mumbles, his voice softening as he strokes her head, âbut Goddamn does it suck right now.â
She giggles and sits up, his hands falling from her hair and her hands moving to his chest. âWould you be less annoyed right now if I had done some sucking first?â His grumble is all the answer she needs, and she laughs at him. âYouâre ridiculous.â
His face goes red. âShut the fuck up! Youâre really, really good at sucking. Like holy fuck. Itâs the one thing your tongueâs good for.â
âIâm insulted!â
âNo youâre not! Youâre laughing at me! If youâre going to laugh at least fuck me while you do, since you arenât going to let me have any kind of control here.â
She giggles some more and complies, easily starting to move on him. Her hands press against him, giving her more to push off of as she rides him, bouncing and closing her eyes to let the pleasure wash through her. Itâs not like sheâs going to be able to see his expression or anything; her sight is limited to blurry colors and what she can feel.
Karkat has ideas of his own, and where he had been grabbing at the sheets before one of his hands was now between them, his finger pressed against her clit and rubbing, stimulating it just enough to make her moans louder. He groans and arches his back, and one of her hands goes to clasp around his wrist, holding his hand there. She doesnât want to run the risk of him suddenly stopping.
It isnât long at all before Tereziâs losing her rhythm, a combination of her fucking Karkat, him playing with her clit, and the moans and grunts heâs making coming together to push her closer and closer to falling apart. He catches on and works her clit faster, flicking it and being a little mean, knowing exactly what he needs to do to make her unravel.
Sheâs gone in a few more seconds, her moans turned to screams as she digs into his skin, and his free hand goes to her upper thigh as he takes control, helping her continue moving while he snaps his hips into hers, wanting to help her ride her orgasm through to the end but also needing his own release. She continues to move, following the motions heâs guiding her through, and she mewls out a moan as she feels him finish, oversensitive now from her orgasm.
He guides her to slow down, and she settles herself on top of him, nuzzling into his neck and kissing the hickeys she left there. âI love you,â she mumbles, shifting so his flaccid length slides out of her and she slides to be resting on her side next to him, one of her legs still laying across him.
âYouâre the fucking best,â he whispers back, toying with her hair and pushing it away from her face. âI love you so, so much.â
âLetâs cuddle a little before getting cleaned up? We should probably call housekeeping to get some clean sheets. Thereâs gonna be sand all over.â
He snorts and kisses the top of her head, turning onto his side and pulling her flush against him. âYou just want an excuse to get back to the beach, donât you?â
âI was thinking of doing the bar that has a view of the beach. Itâll be sunset soon, right?â She smiles up at him, knowing he only agreed to this trip to the beach because heâs in a rut writing-wise. What better place for romance novels than the beach? And even if he doesnât get any ideas from this, itâs a break heâs been needing.
âI never knew you had a hidden romantic side.â
She nips his bottom lip and gives a playful tug. âYour sappiness is infectious.â
He hums and kisses her. âCareful, Pyrope. You may get me back in the mood.â
âIâm not against that. But after clean-up and drinks and food.â