Just stopping by to wish all of you a very merry Christmas / Happy Holidays!
I am sorry I haven’t been around since my last entry. My life has basically consisted of work, eat, sleep, REPEAT and I haven’t been this exhausted in forever. I pretty much fell asleep as soon as I was home. I still feel like I didn’t get much sleep but I am using as much of the holidays as I can to “stock up” on sleep. Work has been very exhausting and everything surrounding it as well. And now it’s Christmas and that is exhausting too *LOL* So yeah, LamLam hasn’t forgotten you and I really wish I could be around more and no longer miss stuff on tumblr & co. but...I just don’t have the energy. I look like a walking corpse at the moment and that’s still a flattering thing to say -.-
Bitch colleague gets fired for being a uber bitch in April, LamLam works her not to lil butt off alone until July. LamLam postpones summer vacation. LamLam gets new colleague in July. While LamLam is off for her summer vacation end of July/start of August, said colleague screws up massively (she’s been a bit of the pain in the meanwhile, too) and gets fired while I am on vacation and I return to a mini chaos.
LamLam works all alone again until October, postpones her vacation AGAIN...and now that new colleague I helped find turns out to be the biggest c*** I’ve ever met. She was all nice and sweet and yay and I thought good, we are equal, we are of the same mind, this is gonna work out. Three weeks into the job, she begins giving me the cold shoulder and tells my bosses I am being bitchy. Too bad for her that there are two other colleagues and in the end, Mrs. “I can get a job anywhere” turns out to have been trying for my position and have me shown the door. Bosses put an end to it and...she is fired. After a month.
Good thing I have no more vacations to postpone. But lemme tell you, it’s no fun to work on the most stressing days, care for a diabetic cat, nurse my issues, work while having the stomach flu (if they all get sick, their fault) and NOW I am in dire need for another mini surgery which I plan to get and *will* get on Wednesday. I don’t care what they say. Do not fancy sepsis, thank you.
So yeah, still alive...just lacking time for the fun stuff. I am about halfway done with the final chapter of @not-anaddict‘s followers giveaway prompt and each time I sit down and plan to finish it, I keep getting occupied *SCREAMS*
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The first giveaway story is finally finished! This one is for @moustashleigh, who won 2nd place in my 2nd giveaway.
I am sorry I am taking so long. I am not getting a new colleague until October 1st (and I found her, too...mwahahahah). My planned vacation in the final week of September was therefore postponed too and won’t happen until the last week of October now *LE SIGH* Working as fast as I can. Last week’s heat wave killed me and this week, one of my bosses is going on vacation so until today, I was running around like mad getting things done
23- : “You’re tooweak to make a nest.”/ 67-:“You know, part of me dreads the idea that any child I bare may be an omega andhave to grow up in this world while being seen as nothing more than a couple ofholes to fuck.”
This can be considered a follow-up to “Past His Prime” - or be seen as standalone! Warnings in the tags. Thank you for prompting me, nonny!
For the umpteenth time that early noon, Anders dragged his tired body upthe staircase, a moth eaten blanket in one hand, one of Fenris’ tunics in hisother. Each step strained his legs and he was panting as he walked, sweatrunning down his face. Anders didn’t know where he got the energy from to keepmoving despite just wanting to collapse, but he knew why he couldn’t just stop and lay down instead to rest.
Anders passed Fenris’ room and strolled down the semi-dark corridor.There, at the far end, in one of the narrowest rooms of the mansion, lay hislittle kingdom of comfort. He had been steadily building it since sunrise,unable to stop doing so. Part of himwas thankful for the opportunity to experience this part of his nature.
Part of him damned his nesting instincts to the Void.
He paused and examined his little fort of blankets, pillows, pieces ofclothing and whatever else looked useful or gave him comfort – ridiculousthings like spoons, an empty bottle of Fenris’ favorite wine and even the elf’ssword oil – and began to rearrange the nest inside his head, suddenly gettingnew ideas of how to make it even better, even more comfortable, even –
“Anders.”
Fenris’ gravelly voice made Anders shiver. Ridiculous hormons.Ridiculous nesting instincts…
Anders dropped the ruined blanket in favor of placing that hand on hisswollen belly instead. Ridiculous pregnancy, he wanted to curse, but it was everything and it was beautiful. Thefact that he’d gotten pregnant that late in his life also reassured the mage,once again, that the Maker must hate him but he was pregnant. With his mate’schild. That in itself seemed like a blighted miracle and Anders would neverquestion it.
Maybe it meant the Maker didn’t hate him quite as much as Andersbelieved, despite swollen ankles and feeling unwell most of the time.
“You’re too weak to make a nest,” Fenris informed him in thatno-nonsense voice of his.
“I can’t stop,” Anders complained tiredly. “I can barely move but I justcan’t stop.”
“You have to,” Fenris answered and Anders felt one of the elf’scalloused hands grab his left arm. He carelessly dropped the elf’s tunic aswell and watched Fenris give it a scrutinizing look.
“I threw that one away because it’s hideous,” the elf pointed out.
“I know. Found it on that pile of trash you keep in the foyer.”
“And you took it because…?”
Anders huffed. “It smells like you and it’s soft. Perfect for my nest.”
Fenris sighed loudly and gazed at the nest. “You’ve been at this since Ileft this morning, haven’t you?” he noticed.
“I told you I couldn’t stop.”
“Well, you will stop now. At least for a while. You’re shaking.”
Their nest wasn’t done yet, but Anders didn’t voice a complaint whenFenris made them both curl up in it. The mage’s body certainly welcomed therest, even though his mind nagged and tried to keep him going. One of Fenris’hands was resting on his swollen belly, rubbing slow, soothing circles. Asusual, their child responded with a gentle kick and Anders knew Fenris wassmiling widely when he felt it. Each time, the elf’s eyes would light up.Seeing that reminded him of the day he’d told the elf he was pregnant. Theyhadn’t truly believed it would happen but here they were now.
“Have you eaten anything at all?” Fenris asked.
“A piece of bread here and there. An apple. I couldn’t stop long enoughto have a proper meal. But hey, I have been eating way too much at Hawke’sparty last night, so…”
The elf chuckled. “I actually found myself wondering if there’s reallyonly one baby growing inside you.”
Anders groaned. “Maker, Fenris…I sure hope it’s only one. It’s my first pregnancy and I certainly don’twant to have to push out two of them.”
“Think it’ll be your only?”
“Maker knows. I didn’t even expect to get pregnant at all, but as youcan very well see…”
Fenris purred and pressed closer. “I certainly do. I also am partlyresponsible for your current condition, mage.”
“Partly? You are entirelyresponsible. My womb was a victim in this.”
The elf chuckled and squeezed Anders gently. “Of course.”
They fell into a comfortable silence. Something they both appreciated.Anders used to become anxious if people were too quiet around him, alwaysworried that he had done something to offend them or that the silence meantdanger. Fenris had taught him that silence was something beautiful, if shared.Often, they would just sit together or lie in bed, hold each other and sayeverything they needed to say with their eyes; their hands; sometimes, theirlips or their entire bodies.
Anders was dozing off soon, held by a pair of strong, protective arms.The worries and thoughts of their future had him eventually slip into a fitfulslumber filled with chaotic dreams. He woke when Fenris caressed through hishair soothingly.
“You worry too much,” the elf informed him. “Do you want to share yourthoughts?”
The mage sighed heavily. He was caught between wanting to stay like thisforever – or at least until it was time to give birth – and giving into hispersistent nesting instincts that were once again urging him to keep going.
“You know, part of me dreads the idea that any child I bare may be an omega andhave to grow up in this world while being seen as nothing more than a couple ofholes to fuck.”
Fenris paused, his hand still in Anders’ hair. “That isharsh…even for you.”
“I know.”
“Do you believe this is how I see you?”
Anders frowned. “Maker, no. This wasn’t aimed at you atall, Fenris. I know you don’t. But I know enough alphas that see omegas exactlylike that.”
“I will not deny that it’s true.” Fenris shifted andpropped himself up on one elbow. Anders dared glancing across his shoulder andmeet the elf’s eyes. “But we will make sure that our child, should it be bornan omega, is safe from such individuals. We do, after all, have a say in theirchoice for a mate.”
The mage snorted. “We both know that is not true. I wouldn’thave let my parents decide who my mate is going to be and neither would youhave.”
“But we will try.”
Anders laughed and rolled to his back. “You especially.”
“Only a respectable person will lay a hand on my baby,”Fenris growled and Anders laughed harder.
Stopping by to say “Thank you” to those who remembered to mention me for the author appreciation thingie that was going on. Very kind of you <3
Currently suffering from the almost unbearable heat that we really don’t need anymore at the end of August -.- Also, I am writing on the prompt stuff...I just...keep rewriting them all the time cuz I think what I got sucks balls? Ahahaha. Maybe getting faster internet next week will inspire me...that is, if the setup works and the connection holds what it promises.
The day didn’t start off too well when I peek at tumblr half-asleep at 5.30 in the morning and stumble across @theunemployedrogue‘s scheduled post. Thank you to those people who have immediately taken action when this post showed up and I would appreciate it if you let me know if you find out anything.
Also 2nd week of vacation, it turned out my cat was diabetic again and requires treatment. That means, my life is once again dictated by the clock. She needs insulin every 12 hours and specific food management. She is having surgery on her teeth on September 26th. Hopefully, that’ll finally mark the end of her diabetes. At this point. my deepest apologies to @araglas1989 - I had meant to get back at you so you know I won’t be able to meet up somewhere because...cat.
I returned to work Monday last week to discover that my new colleague is already my ex-colleague cuz she screwed up terribly. So, we’re back to square one. Bosses are once again looking for a new one. Until then, office is all mine. Again. On the plus side, they expressed how happy they are with my work and I am receiving a bonus this month additionally to my salary and get another raise in January.
I’ve been using the few hours every evening between treating cat and sleep to work on the giveaway stories. The first one is getting close to being wrapped up. Looking forward to the weekend -.-
moustashleigh replied to your post “Hiii hun, how's life? Is recovery going okay and is work slightly less...”
Aww yay I'm so gald!! And that's awesome that you're back in your own space :3 and yay the bitch is gone! It's all looking up which is awesome <3 I'm so happy for you! Aand where are you going for your snazzy holiday?? I
On my balcony! LMAO. Not going anywhere, wouldn’t have the energy for it. Though, I think if I sit outside with my cat snoring on the other chair and plan on writing, I might need another keyboard connected to my lovely laptop *waves from balcony*. I mean, the keyboard is great but not made for massive typing... *pokes it*
( Finally i found myself the time for paint Anders and Tabita, the little daughter of my female Hawke and Anders.Anders will be the best daddy ever, and the little girl love him with all of her heart.Like her mom :) ! )
Hiii hun, how's life? Is recovery going okay and is work slightly less bad?? :3 just checking you were okay
Mew :3
Life is going a lot better. I had to switch medication and the new one eventually nipped my panic attacks in the butt during the last week. LamLam may proudly report that she has been living and sleeping on her own since Wednesday last week! My brain has holes here and there, so I keep forgetting to do some things or get back at people and what not -.- I am hoping this, too, will improve over the following weeks. So far, I am good getting my job done and keep my household neat AND remember to eat regular meals each day, but that is taking 100% of my current capacity.
Work is a lot less bad since that bitch is gone. My new colleague started on July 1st and is slowly getting a hang on things now. We have another week together and then I am FINALLY GOING ON VACATION for two weeks on the 25th!
I have been looking into writing stuff. Hope brain improves some more over the next week, so I can get back to writing during my vacation. *waves* There, update for y’all hahaha *squeezes @moustashleigh*
that kinda took forever but now Laptop is neatly set up and LamLam will even be able to write properly :D Google Drive drove me crazy. Wonder if that’s why they gave it ist name
And Window 10 even has a Tumblr app that is not too bad :o
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