Dear Creator,

Thanks for checking out my letter. My Likes can be taken as sanding prompt or tropes for all of my requested ships & and / alike.

I'm excited to do this again. I hope I listed enough likes and ideas to give you something to be inspired by.

My AO3 username is meru

General Likes:
• Canon Divergence / Missing Scenes
• Hurt/Comfort - The greater the hurt the sweeter the comfort
• Loss of Senses being treated seriously
• Creative AUs : Ghost Hunting, Monster Chasing, Apocalypse (not zombies), Old Timey Explorers,
• Pushing Daisies AU
• Making bad or questionable choices
• Silly Fun - Road Trips, Game Nights, Celebrations
• Accidental Soulbond / Forced Intimacy / Magical Connections / Sharing Pain
• Undercover as a couple
• Undercover as captor/prisoner or master/slave
• Shameful Feelings, Pining until those feelings turn to resentment
• Characters discovering new fun things about their sexuality
• Hanahaki or other forms of literal lovesickness
• Experimental story-telling, Choose-your-own-adventure, non-linear etc

Fluffy Likes:
• Fluff & Angst
• Mutual Pining / Suddenly requetted feelings
• Get Together
• First Time, First Kiss
• When the smaller one holds the bigger one
• Canadian Shack, Cuddling for warmth (especially in life threatening situations)
• Bed Sharing
• Bathing Together

Smutty Likes:
• Tentacles / Ovipostation
• Aliens / Xeno
• Breeding Kink
• Size Kink
• Sex Pollen
• Temporary Psychic Connections
• Non-con/Dub-con (but not between requested ships)
• Just one night/a taste of something they can't have then going back to mutual pining
• I like a lot of the features of A/B/O (Marking, Scenting, Knots) but not all the sexual politics it tends to come with in standard A/O pairings.

Do Not Want:
• Unrequested ships
• Mundane/Modern AUs (unless prompted)
• Animal Abuse / Pet Death
• OTT Angst that never gets better
• Being a dick to minimum wage workers
• Priest/Nun Kink
• Real world modern politics (fantasy or historic - pre-WWII is fine)
• Unrequested aro/ace headcanons

[ NieR | Voltron | Original ]

( NieR )

( VLD )

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Well, it's the last day. The last of the students will fly home tonight.

The students should have gone home earlier but organizing flights for 220 international student when both countries have outbreak issues.

We're hoping to reopen for banquets in July but who knows if that's realistic. I've canceled everything through June. And changed my voice mail to reflect this. No idea why someone would be calling a banquet office in the middle of a pandemic bu the option is there.

Hopefully the school will be ready for new students in the Fall. No way we'll have Summer extension.

Now I get to go crazy while we're indefinitely laid off. I have no idea what I'm going to do but I need a project.

I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Our Director and Head Cook left last November. Our Banquet Manager followed at the end of January. Which leaves me in charge of EVERYTHING BANQUET RELATED.

I used to just plan the schedule for the servers, make sure the sets were done and everything went as smoothly as possible on the day of the event.
Then I started taking over the linen orders.
Then the payments.
Now I'm returning calls and emails.
Scheduling and giving tours.
Writing up quotes.
And everything else I already did.

I'm not even supposed to be full-time! Still doing overtime though.

Everyone says I should ask for a raise and I know logically I should. I also know realistically I won't get one. I know any raise has to be approved by the chancellor in Japan. And I know he doesn't understand what it's like here in the US -- I've heard he even thinks our minimum wage staff are overpaid. (I've never met him. If I make it until June I might. He's visiting for the 30th Anniversary party.)

Pretty sure our CFO isn't leaving voluntarily, he's being forced out for giving us all a raise at the start of the year when minimum wage increased. He's too Americanized. He's on our side and they can't let that stand.

I don't know. I'm super close to just making a run for the boarder. It's so close. Just like 2 hours and I'll be at the boarder. Another hour and I'll be in Nelson - The Portland of British Columbia. Another 3 and I could be in Calgary.

I'm going to have some amazing chili by Monday.

I spent the day cutting vegetables, cooking up special tomatoes and soaking, rinsing and cooking the beans. I'm going to cook the meats and assemble everything tomorrow. Everyone knows that chili is better the next day so it will be ready for the chili cook-off on Monday.

I NEVER WANT TO WORK THIS EVENT ALONE AGAIN.

I even came in two hours early to make sure everything was ready to go but then I had a coffee emergency. (The filter ripped to I had to clean the machine and re-filter the coffee.) It set me back a full half-hour.

I've had multiple people asking me to do different things at the same time all night. I can't keep up alone.

At least they appreciate my work. And the bartender slipped me some bourbon and ice. So it could be worse.

Well, I'm back from the lake and back to work.

I also feel so much better now that I've finally moved everything into my new apartment and blocked my ex-roommate. She was being really mean last night and accusing me of stealing her forks. And saying she was going to charge me more money for not having everything out the day I said I was moving. (A lot of stuff didn't go to plan. And it's not like she communicated anything with me since I said I was moving out.) Don't know how she plans on making me pay. She doesn't have any of my info or any kind of collateral.

I thought we were friends. But I guess, in the end, I didn't mean anything to her.


I had some fun times with them but now it's all soured and no one I met through them is going to want to be my friend.

Okay, I did it. I called the apartments. The room I had originally been shown isn't available still BUT there was a cancellation. This room is in a smaller building, has TWO windows because it's a corner apartment. Which is good because I have a lot of plants. It also has all the same amenities. Washer/drier is a big get around here. It's on the second floor.

After speaking to the manager there, I feel pretty good about applying. He assured me that he has evicted people for noise complaints.

So I did it. I took the plunge. No more waiting around for something better to come up or my sister to stop dragging her feet. It'll be nice to be on my own again. Only now I really do need to get a car. It is not a walk-able area.

[EDIT] And I'm approved! \o/

Okay so, Monday I went all the way out to the apartments I was looking at and mostly it was just a huge waste of time. I didn't get a great impression of the management and they didn't even offer to show me anything there. They even complained about a lady who was calling about her oven. I don't know I just don't feel like I'd be comfortable there pool or no.

I called the apartments on my work campus. They don't have any openings but tenets have until the 10th to decide if they're staying another month so I'm hopeful one will open up soon. Also the lady I talked to was very helpful and even offered to call me when one does open.

After work that same day I finally went to the clinic and it turned out my wrist is sprained. I've been working through the pain for a couple weeks but now I have to wear a splint even while sleeping and I'm not allowed to lift more than 5 lbs.

It was not a great experience at the clinic either. I check their hours, they're open until 8. I leave work around 5:30, I get there about 6:00. They tell me it'll be about an hour long wait. I say okay and start filling out the paperwork. A nurse is pretty quick to call me to get the basic information. She orders an x-ray and I pull the ticket. Sometime later I'm taken back into an exam room to get weighed and blood pressure and all that. I'm told the doctor will be there soon. I wait.

I read all the news feed on my phone.

I hear people saying their goodbyes in the hall.

I get concerned that they're going to forget about me.

Eventually a doctor does appear. She looks over my wrist and does a few tests. She says it's a sprain then tries to look at the x-ray. Only there is no x-ray. No one called me. She says that means they had already left and I'd have to come back tomorrow. Unless I refused it. I said to say the words. But it saved me a pointless trip and radiation.

Afterwords, she gave me the splint and a report in triplicate one for the office, one for my boss, and one for me to keep. When I get back out to the front there is no one there. The lights are out, the front is locked. I don't know what to do.

I end up just leaving the papers on the reception counter and wander around a bit until I find a door that will let me outside.

Yesterday was fine. Everyone made sure I knew I could ask them for help.

Today was a good day at work. Richard and Miranda took me out for lunch as a thank you for all I do around there. And we got all the tables and chairs set out for Friday's events so tomorrow we can focus on place settings.

Is 90's nostalgia finally extending to pants? I'm so happy to have found of pair of jeans, on a clearance rack no less, that have space. I mean how do I describe regular jeans, when "skinny" "super skinny and "jeggings" have been the norm for so long?

This pair is perfect. It's so comfortable. The legs are long enough to cuff. The waist is high and stretchy. I do need to either tuck in my shirts or wear cropped shirts. It just doesn't look right with un-tucked longer shirts.

Did I mention the pockets? Because they are big. I can fit my phone in the front and back pockets.

I had the weirdest waking nightmare this morning. It was 5:00 and I woke up. I was just awake probably because I went to sleep early-ish that night. Anyway, I reach for my phone to check the time, maybe start a podcast and notice that I got a message. That's odd, it's 5am. Who's trying to message me after midnight?

It was Tony. At 2am he sent me a simple one line message. "Hope your doing well"
I hadn't heard form him since he left so this sounded like an Thinking-of-you-but-unsure-on-the-boundaries-now thing. But maybe that's me projecting because that's how I feel.

I sent back that work is crazy but I'm okay. Then asked "How are you?"

That's where reality ends and my nightmare begins. For some reason in my mind he got really upset that I would say that. And accused me of trying to control him, the situation, emotions. I don't know.

Weirder still, even half asleep and unable to differentiate reality from dream my brain was like "That was an over-reaction." and all I could say was something like, "I was literally just returning the sentiment while leaving an opening if you wanted to talk about things, but go off I guess."

I don't think I got a response to that. But I did go to work and someone who wants to work the banquets for the summer and I would love to have back on the team, laughed in my face and denied ever wanting to work with me again. Dream me was shook.

In real life, we had a normal conversation about work stuff that progressed at the rate of one text every couple hours. I told him I'd listen if he wanted to talk. And he thanked me.

At least we're talking again. I'm happy for that.