(part 3 of the home series)
There were a lot of things you’d gotten used to as of late. Lying to your parents being first and foremost. You’d gotten surprisingly good at it. Unfortunately you hadn't gotten used to lying to your sister and as such, you were crashing and burning. Big time. Your sister had called you an hour before your morning alarm had gone off, before either of your parents had woken up, she had been a nervous wreck. Between the culture clash of dwarven vs human weddings and meeting in-laws your sister was close to a break down. It had never truly occurred to you that weddings- especially interspecies ones- could be so stress inducing. Her poor fiancée was clueless on how to help calm her and just as stressed.
That was how you’d found yourself at their house pouring over wedding plans and getting a crash course in dwarven culture. They wanted a blend of both human and dwarven customs, a way to stay true to themselves and show they knew exactly what they were getting into. It was a romantic notion. Then your roll in the wedding had popped up. Your sister was adamant you were to be a guest of honor. Her fiancée agreed, after all they had decided days ago that you were going to be the one to walk your sister down the aisle. It had been well and good to talk about. Certainly something to ease the tension.
“So (y/n), do you have a plus one to bring with you?” Your sister had asked as you helped look over dress designs. The question hadn't fully registered with your brain before you were opening your mouth.
“Not really, I haven't been spending much time with my usual friends since taking another job.”
“You took another job?” Your mind screeched to a halt as you realized what you had just said. Shit. Your sister wasn't supposed to know about that! God, you’d been so careful. There was still time to salvage this.
“Ah, yeah. Its for your wedding present. Don't think you can get any more information about it though! Its a surprise.” You laughed it off but your sister wasn't fooled by your nervous fidgeting.
“(y/n)…” Oh no. Not the concerned voice. You were a sucker for it. She cradled your hands in hers across the table and even her fiancée looked concerned for you. It was too much. You were so close to spilling your guts to them.
“What’s that face for?” You asked with a mischievous smile. It was fake but your sister didn't need to know that. Not at all. She frowned at you as you carefully pulled your hands away. No doubt she wasn't going to let this go, but there must have been someone out their who loved you because she did drop it.
“We’ll talk about this later, okay? Right now I need your opinion on what colors we should use for the theme.” The relief you felt was palpable. When you left, a full six hours later, your sister and sister-in-law crushed you into a tight hug. For a moment you didn't want to leave at all. But you had to. You couldn't stay with your sister forever, being a third wheel was not your idea of fun, and you had things to do. But you still lingered in their embrace.
Alternian snacks!
Vent post not something I usually do but I can't really talk about it with my family so I might as well jettison it out into the gaping maw of the internet.
I'm... happy to be adopted. I really truly am. I'm lucky to have the second chance at life I was given even if it came with its own issues. I'm painfully aware of how easily I could have become a statistic. I don't miss my blood family at all and they certainly don't miss me.
It doesn't mean I don't wish I could have someone to ask questions. Finding diagnosis for my mental health, being in and out of all kinds of therapy, being asked over and over again if there's any genetic history of mental disorders. I can't answer that. I couldn't tell you. My half brother had adhd and went off his meds before I was born. My mother claimed she had bipolar disorder once upon a time. But I have to take that with a grain of salt because I couldn't tell anyone if that was the excuse to hide the symptoms of her drug addiction or if the drug addiction was a symptom of her trying to self medicate her bipolar disorder.
How do you explain that the signs of a family at full mental decay are there but you're so far removed, that the situations of your childhood and the existing structure of your entire blood family are so toxic you couldn't tell a rumor or an insult from the truth?
My adoptive family has pictures dating back to the Victorian era. Thousands of beautiful connections to their family history. Windows into where what came from. Who passed down the nose or the eyes or the smile. I look at them and the history I was taken into but not apart of and I just.
I can only say that I grew up starving, digging through trash for food, that I am missing chunks from my childhood memories that speak of horrors I don't know whether to be grateful not to remember or devastated to be left with the symptoms and no root cause to address. I grew up not so much raising myself but trying to survive in the most basic ways. I just.
I want to know what's wrong with me so I can help myself in the ways those around me failed to do. I want to get it under control I want to understand what's wrong before I somehow end up in the same cycle I've tried desperately to escape for years. I want to be better than the blood running through my veins.
I may be at work right now but istg if I have time tonight I'm gonna be posting so much more stuff.
A little tasting menu of what I have done and waiting to be posted after this damn work shift:
Lights Part 5
Voidrot!Female Reader x Sollux
Fnaf drabble request that had me cackling and wishing I had a decent drawing tablet.
The horniest sacrilegious altar/confessional booth porn I've never been more delighted to see in my inbox.
And some other stuff that I'm going to try and work on today after work if I get the time!
Got some stuff planned for the 413 month but work and life are gaining up on me. But I will do my best to get as much posted and written as I can when I get the chance! Be ready for the occasional spam of fics!
I will be able to post part of what I had planned for 413. Unfortunately I had more planned I was unable to get to in time but I'm gonna post them anyway when I finish because I still like them and have a plan.
Let’s see how many of us there are!
If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading
@qu1nntastrophy
You
You are my people. You had me at realitrees and unhealthy mindfuckery. I want everything you possibly have on the realitybreak crew because I fucking LOVE this shit and AAAAA LOOK AT THE SPRITE EDITS I ADORE THEM
Please feel free to info dump on me. Toss me into the lore deep end. Give me the aus. My body is ready.
hi idk if you like to hear other peoples headcanons so if you dont pls ignore but i want to talk to SOMEONE about my silly purpleblood headcanon
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alright so; face paint. i dont particularly like the "every purpleblood is a clown" thing (but if you do then hell yeah go off love is real) as it kinda limits the character variety of that caste, but i DO like the face paint as a detail so ive settled with this: i headcanon that the face paint purples are prone to wear is not a Clown thing nor a Cult thing, but a cultural thing. all (or most) purplebloods wear a coat of face paint to symbolically conceal themselves. showing your bare face to someone youre not close/in a quadrant with is seen as a taboo in purpleblood cultures. additionally, letting a quadantmate/close friend see ones face is probably the biggest sign of trust a purple can do (depending on how they feel about the tradition). and having them HELP WASH IT OFF??? ough, now thats /tender/.
I need you to understand that I am ABSOLUTELY FERAL over this idea and it goes perfect with an older headcanon thing I did a while back
Here: https://www.tumblr.com/morsartis/639719797773549568/hey-your-writing-was-awesome-ive-just?source=share
AND LISTEN- LISTEN-
NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR SENDING ME YOUR OWN HEADCANONS I LOVE THAT SHIT.
God okay but like, the TENDERNESS??? Of washing off your big purples paint??? The damn SWEETNESS and TRUST of being allowed to help them apply it in the mornings???
NO ONE TOUCH ME IM NOT OKAY
EDIT: YES! Yes I love talking about other peoples headcanons! TALK TO ME ABOUT THE HEAD CANONS-
@qu1nntastrophy
How dare you reblog this and not share the fantrolls.
I demand the lore
hi idk if you like to hear other peoples headcanons so if you dont pls ignore but i want to talk to SOMEONE about my silly purpleblood headcanon
-
alright so; face paint. i dont particularly like the "every purpleblood is a clown" thing (but if you do then hell yeah go off love is real) as it kinda limits the character variety of that caste, but i DO like the face paint as a detail so ive settled with this: i headcanon that the face paint purples are prone to wear is not a Clown thing nor a Cult thing, but a cultural thing. all (or most) purplebloods wear a coat of face paint to symbolically conceal themselves. showing your bare face to someone youre not close/in a quadrant with is seen as a taboo in purpleblood cultures. additionally, letting a quadantmate/close friend see ones face is probably the biggest sign of trust a purple can do (depending on how they feel about the tradition). and having them HELP WASH IT OFF??? ough, now thats /tender/.
I need you to understand that I am ABSOLUTELY FERAL over this idea and it goes perfect with an older headcanon thing I did a while back
Here: https://www.tumblr.com/morsartis/639719797773549568/hey-your-writing-was-awesome-ive-just?source=share
AND LISTEN- LISTEN-
NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR SENDING ME YOUR OWN HEADCANONS I LOVE THAT SHIT.
God okay but like, the TENDERNESS??? Of washing off your big purples paint??? The damn SWEETNESS and TRUST of being allowed to help them apply it in the mornings???
NO ONE TOUCH ME IM NOT OKAY
EDIT: YES! Yes I love talking about other peoples headcanons! TALK TO ME ABOUT THE HEAD CANONS-
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