#[ so ive just been recuperating ]

[clowningaroundmars]

welp. the day has finally come

one of the only hardworking supervisors here at my morning job has finally walked out and so i will too 🤷🏻‍♀️

going back to my lil nursing home job now 😔

[sylvctica]

do writing over weekend: mission failed

[mauricemylittlemeowmeow]

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[cavswife]

2.5 days until I go home and I am utterly exhausted </33 I need to be wrapped around Erik underneath his jacket n scarf, pressed as tightly as possible against him in the safe darkness for at LEAST 2 weeks when I get home...

[orcelito]

Every day I wake up and time passes and then I have to go to sleep again. And I'm sick of it. Haven't I had enough struggling to fall asleep?? Many hundreds of times, in fact. And yet every night, I must do it all over again or I will be attacked by The Demons.

Sick and fucked up fr

[burning-omen]

Happy (Belated) Halloween!

Jason Todd x Demon!male!reader

(A/n: I'm tired, I've been getting argued at and pulled into fights that have nothing to do with me from the time I woke up- had a bunch of chores and shit to do and the fucking grocery store was packed and people keep bumping into me and all the fucking prices went way up since the last time I was there less than a month ago- I'm thoroughly overstimulated and getting home to edit and rewrite certain parts of this shitty little fic was a probably the best part of my day.)

Warning: crack fic kinda, blood, Demon!reader, murder, mutilation, and gore, summoning gone right technically, reader has TWO dicks, size difference, overstimulation, masochism, probably misspellings idk I'm not reading it again that's your job, dom/sub, ownership marking, sacrifice (rip that guy, ive been calling him marvin in my head), going missing for a lil while (consensually), OOC jason todd but this is literally porn who cares

word count: 1981 (short, i know, shut up/j)

Halloween parties were the worst. If the loud, drunk, half-naked crowd wasn’t enough to convince Jason, walking in on an honest to god seance was.

Being dragged to a party by Dick, only to lose him in the crowd of people within the first few minutes. He just wanted some quiet- and under the guise of looking for how brother he managed to avoid nearly every conversation that came his way- except for some incomprehensible drunk girl who insisted on holding a conversation with his even though she sounded like she was under water every time she opened her mouth.

He eventually managed to escape from her, finding the nearest room to recuperate in, only to be greeted by a room of chanting, drunk party-goers, kneeling around a shakily drawn yet intricate summoning circle. The chant was Latin- super old Latin- and Jason really wanted no part in this. He knew that demons were real, he knew a lot of shit that was supposedly fake was real- he had Batman to thank for that. So, after standing in the room for about 30 seconds, he decided to leave.

Turning on his heel, not saying a word to whatever party cult he just walked in on- deadset on leaving when he heard choking, and gasps from the mini cult as they clamored around the chanter who had suddenly collapsed.

Taking in a deep breath, cursing Bruce and the unwavering need to help he instilled in all of his children, before turning back to the group.

Laying, choking in the middle of the circle was a young man-

‘He’s drunk,’ Jason thought, pushing through the group surrounding him, their concern was nice- but unhelpful ‘probably choked on his tongue.’

Tilting his head back, the choking became louder- tears streamed down his face, his mouth agape as he clawed at his throat- his eyes desperate and afraid.

“It’s okay,” Jason tried, but he wasn’t exactly known for his bedside manner. “Just let me look.”

He peered down the man's throat- his tongue was wear it was supposed to be, but blood still filled the man’s mouth. Clearly whatever was happening here was internal, there's nothing Jason could do for him. Before he could ask anyone to call an ambulance- he saw something move at the very back of his throat. Even through the pooling blood, he could tell something wasn’t right- what the hell did he swallow?

His neck bulged as something made its way up- that was good- maybe. Slowly pushing up- whatever it was- caused the man to cry out in pain. He coughed and sputtered as it moved up and up until it pushed past the muscles of his throat and out of his mouth. A hand, clawed- drenched in blood, moving with so much force that a crack sounded through the room as more and more of the form inside him- whatever it was- came out. Breaking his jaw to finally reach out and grab his face- he cried out as pain and panic filled him- he turned to Jason for help as his friends fled but there wasn’t anything Jason could do but sit there in horror as an arm lifted from his broken and mutilated face- he cheeks tearing in as his mouth opened to unnatural length.

The bloody arm clawed at the floor, sharp talon like nails leaving deep wounds in the wood. Jason backed away- fear as well as guilt taking over. The basic instinct that anyone who had even taken the moniker “Robin” knew took over soon after, he needs to call batman- he couldn’t handle whatever this is, not on his own. He reached for his phone right as the candle lit room suddenly went dark. Jason, usually so strong and sure, didn’t know what to do. His communicator clattered to the floor as he stood.

He swore quietly- backing up until he was pressed against the wall- the sound of flesh tearing filled the room- still hot blood splattered across his face.

A soft growl came from the dark, deep and steady and growing closer by the second. Then,as if they had never been out, the candles were re-lit.

A massive beastly thing stood above him, horned and winged- a long tail trailing behind it. Soaked in the blood of the man that was scattered in chunks around the room. Despite knowing that he should definitely be afraid, a man had been ripped from the inside out right in front of him, something somewhere in his mind was saying, “would”. The thought immediately made him cringe at himself- he could not survive that- not only were you massive, you were also very naked. With not one but two just as massive, heavy cocks resting between your legs. He’d die, simply put, torn in half Terrifier style.

“Scared, human?” You asked, voice just as inhuman as your form.

Suddenly unable to find his words, Jason shook his head.

The action made you purr- something was so wrong with this man, not running or screaming, but instead sitting before you, his eyes wandering over your body, face reddened as his heart pounded in his chest.

He didn’t even attempt to move when you reached for him, his breath caught in his throat, but he remained perfectly still as you stroked his hair, then ran the backside of your claws down his cheek. All the way down to his chest, pressing just the tip of your claw in, watching as his shirt quickly became stained with blood.

“Not scared? How brave of you, human. “ You mused, “I require sacrifice.”

“Sacrifice?” he barely managed.

Trailing your claw lower and lower until the point of it rested over the growing bulge in his pants.

“A sacrifice of life is usually offered.” You pressed down, “But, another kind of offering will suffice.”

Jason breathed out- he can’t. Mentally, he could- he’s done all kinds of weird shit, fucking a demon wouldn’t even come close to the worse things he done- it doesn’t even reach top ten with the rest of his family’s track record for weird shit. But physically, that would kill him. One alone would shatter his pelvis and probably paralyze him- two would just straight up kill him. And you really didn’t seem like the kind of demon to go half way- you did come all the way from hell after all.

The obvious thing to do was to say no and call a fucking exorcist- but Jason didn’t do that, instead he speaks, so sure and steady as he spoke-

“Can you shrink?”

The entirety of your form became, your horns no longer scraped the ceiling, but you were still massive above Jason. You didn’t make it easy for him- pressing him into the floor with one clawed hand gripping his hair tightly, knees pressed into the hard wood and legs spread wide open, his cock- which you decided needed to remain untouched for the “sacrifice” to be valid.

Labored breathing, gasping and all encompassing sobs filled the room as both of your cock stretched him to the limit every time you thrusted into him- his nearly blunt nails leaving marks in the wooden floor below him.

With his mouth hanging wide open- he begged- muttering a broken “Please-’’ between moans-

You leaned down, pulling him up by his hair- resting inside him before speaking.

“You want more, human?”

Eyes brimmed with tears, feeling far fuller than felt natural- but so good and warm at the exact same time- deep in his stomach all the down to the very tips of his toes, every nerve so very alive.

He nods, shortly and without hesitation.

You grip on his hair loosens, and he sighs in relief as the burning pain in his scalp stops.

Only to flair up in his hips as you dig your claws into them, literally. Piercing through skin and drawing blood that slid over his skin and pooled beneath him on the floor. Jason, ever the masochist, only gets louder. With the party outside still raging on, you're sure the sound blended into the background- and any attendee lucky enough to have heard the high, whiny moans was listening far too hard.

Thrusting became painful, hard slamming- both cocks abusing his prostate with unnatural accuracy. Pulling out until the tips of your cock were just barely inside of him- then pressing back in so hard his entire body was pushed forward.

Jason’s mind was loud and incoherent - incomplete thoughts running through his head, cut short by either pain or pleasure every single time.

His body spammed unwillingly, muscles tightening and releasing, his hole tightened around you in an attempt to suck you in more- even if more would cause so so many problems for the man.

“So greedy,” you hummed in his ear, and you take cock so well.”

He didn’t respond, he couldn’t, overwhelmed and obsessed with the feeling. His orgasm- the first of many snuck up on him, his body overstimulated and oversensitive as hot, white cum shot straight onto the floor.

He gasped for air as though he’d been held under water- his body burned as he clenched around you- pleasure gone- replaced by what could only be described as fire destroying him from the inside out. He cried out in pain, his body writhes and contorts- and yet he never asks you to stop.

You grinned, “so cute, I might just have to keep you, human.”

You weren’t far behind him, cum seeping from both of your tips as you buried yourself deep inside him- it only added to the burning. Filling him so much until his hole, still plugged with your cock, leaks it back out. Down his legs and onto the floor, mixing with his own puddle of cum. You watched him for a long moment, letting him grit his teeth and cry at the pain, before showing your newest pet a bit of mercy and pulling out.

His body slouched onto the floor the moment you leg go. Jason was on the verge of passing out, eyes barely open, covered in blood, sweat, and cum. He has a high pain tolerance and his stamina was through the roof- but fucking hell he was so tired, and everything hurt, from his over used knees, to his damn near broken hole, and the small wounds your claws had made- coupled with an over bearing overstimulation making everything ten times worse- Jason, without question, was never doing this again.

—--- A couple weeks later—---

Dick realized that Jason wasn’t a party person, but for him to just disappear (and possibly kill someone at the party??? What the hell Jay???) for weeks seemed to be a bit of an overreaction.

But when he walked into the manor, happy as can be, after just being gone for three weeks, Dick knew something was very wrong- or very unusual- was happening.

“I had a date.” Was Jason’s only response, as he leaned heavily against the back of a chair, but never actually sat down in it.

“A date?!” Dick is so glad he questioned him in private. “With who?”

Jason shrugged, “met a guy at the party.”

“Jason you just dropped off of the face of the Earth with some guy for nearly a month?!”

Dick didn’t realize how literal that was- Hell has some pretty nice residential areas, it turns out.

“I was having fun.”

Jason, of course, was never going to tell Dick what he has really been doing- or what he will continue to be doing for the foreseeable future- but it was fun watching him freak out at every vague answer he gave.

The mark (brand?? Tattoo??) on his back still felt weird, sensitive from its spot hidden under his clothes, but how else would other demon, humans, and every other sentient being know that he was yours.

(a/n 2: AND I KNOW ITS LATE BUT I STILL FINISHED IT WITHIN A REASONABLE TIME SO EVERYBODY SHUT UP/j)

[dalishthunder]

god I just love how you wrote that intro, seeing himself, his family the fondness and the juxtaposition of "and then he'd gone to war" like.... hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

ALSO ALSO

This right here!?!?!?!?? I had a dialogue in my head that was basically the same thing so like.... this is the good shit

I'm so in love with giving men flowers like obvi everyone should get flowers, but i feel like nebs probably hasn't gotten many flowers in his life (probably mostly due to the fact that he's a crusty disgusting mer) but the idea of him receiving flowers, the very soft... tender feeling...

Dragon's Tongue

✧ Nebarra x human!LDB, ft. Xelzaz & Khash ✧ Fluff, minor angst; 1300+ words ♫ "You And I (Stripped)" - PVRIS ✒ Something short n sweet today, I'm feeling soft

Nebarra was loath to admit it to himself, and he'd die before ever saying it aloud, but the Rift really was beautiful. Nothing compared to Alinor, to be sure, but... all the gold reminded him of home. And when he passed by a small, isolated farm, he could almost see himself on its porch, see his brother leaning against the door.

The illusions were younger, happier versions of themselves. So much more innocent, faces bright with naivety, eyes shining with plans for the future.

And then he'd gone to war.

He'd lost... so much of himself, in the deserts of Hammerfell. They had scorched and burned him inside and out, slowly bleeding him dry with every comrade he saw fall. And all that, for what? For all the Altmer's supposed superiority, the campaign had failed on all fronts – Hammerfell's walls and people defied them, and Cyrodiil remained in power, weakened but still unbroken.

How could the Thalmor still strut about, arrogant to Aetherius and back, when they had failed so miserably? How could they look at the faces of the families whose children and lovers they'd sent to die and only tell them they'd "served their purpose"?

Nebarra couldn't.

He couldn't face them at all. Not even through pen and paper, leagues away from ever having to look them in the eyes, ever having to see the pain and loss in their gaze.

Where the Thalmor were heartless, he was a coward.

And he didn't know which was worse.

~~~

Night fell, and you called the group to halt, to make camp until dawn. Nebarra set up the tent as you argued with Xelzaz, trying to convince him that no, he shouldn't summon a flame atronach and then kill it for its fire salts, no matter how good it would make dinner taste. Khash merely looked on, muching on some clover she'd picked up somewhere.

At last though, you got Xelzaz to relent, though he asked you to gather some herbs in exchange, listing off the plants he wanted you to find.

"Ah... and take Nebarra with you."

The elf froze. Turned slowly towards the lizard. Demanded, "What? Why?"

"Two eyes are better than one," he shrugged, "and that much safer, as well. We don't know what's out there, and I'm pretty sure we passed a necromantic altar on our way here."

At that, you groaned, head rolling back like a teenager who'd just been told to do their chores. "Gods, not another one. Why do we always seem to run into those?"

"Luck of the Dragonborn? Anyway, off with you now – I have to get set up. Let's see, in whose pack did I leave my cooking pot...? Khash! Come help me with this!"

And just like that he walked off, leaving you and Nebarra alone by the campfire. A chuckle escaped you, and he glanced over to see you shaking your head. "I'm surprised he didn't tell us to hold hands, too, so we don't lose each other in the dark."

"Yeah, I'm not holding your hand," Nebarra snarked. And it was true. Absolutely true. Totally, one-hundred percent true.

"Oh wow, Nebs, that one almost hurt." Your soft laugh seemed to echo in his ears, his mind. "Come on, let's go – I don't suppose you heard any of the plants he wants?"

Blue and yellow mountain flowers, to restore and fortify. Purple for rejuvenation, and to give to Khash. Scaly pholiota for fiber and strengthening. Wild gourds and dragon's togue for flavour.

He snorted from behind his helm. "That would require paying attention to him."

"Should have known," you sighed. "Alright, listen up before I forget: blue, yellow, and purple mountain flowers, scaly pholiota, and dragon's tongue. And be careful with the purple mountain flowers, they're gifts for Khash. Oh, he also wants some wild gourds. Got it?"

"...Yeah, yeah. Let's just get going."

He definitely hadn't feigned ignorance just to hear your voice some more. Definitely not.

~~~

"Ah, back at last! Perfect," Xelzaz said, stirring something in a pot over the fire. "Now I can get the real meal started."

"Then what's this?" Nebarra demanded as Xelzaz handed him a bowl, in exchange for the plants the Altmer carried. Even through his gauntlets he could feel its warmth, and a rich, savory scent drifted up through the slits of his helmet.

"Something amazing, from the smell," you sighed, and Nebarra didn't have to look to know you were drooling.

"Just a little sometime to hold you over," the Argonian demurred, handing you a bowl as well. "Thought I'd experiment with some of the flora I've gathered thus far."

That gave Nebarra pause. "Wait – experiment? That's settled, I'm not eating this."

"If you don't want it–"

Your words were drowned out by Khash's eager shout of, "I'll eat it! I'll take your bowl!" She rushed over to him, red eyes trained on the food.

"Khash, you had your share," Xelzaz chided. "Any more and you won't have room for the rest of dinner."

"Yes, I will! I have room for anything you make."

"She's got a point," you laughed, and Nebarra slowly, wordlessly handed her the bowl.

"I'll go keep watch," he grumbled, turning away.

"Oh, don't be like that! Nebarra!" When he didn't respond, you sighed, calling after him, "Alright, go sulk! I'll make sure Xelzaz doesn't poison your share, though you kind of deserve it!"

His back still towards you, Nebarra raised his hand in a rude gesture, and your laughter rang through the night.

Some thirty minutes later, he heard footsteps approaching; he didn't need to turn to know it was you. Your tread was distinct from the others, weighted with determination and confidence, whereas Xelzaz's was soft and steady, and Khash's light and hesitant.

"Here. Eat." Despite the short words, your tone was gentle, and Nebarra looked over to see you holding a plate out towards him, laden with a slab of meat and wild berries to the side. "It's delicious, and unpoisoned."

"How would you know?" he sniffed, catching a whiff of the food in the process. It... did smell amazing. "Did you try it?"

"I did, actually. Stole some of your steak when Xelzaz wasn't looking. And since I'm still standing here pestering you, I guess that means it's clean."

Nebarra paused, eyes training on your face. Half of it was wreathed in shadow, only the gleam of your eyes visible; the other half was illuminated by the campfire, revealing the soft smile you wore.

You... had a nice smile.

And before he could stop himself, he mumbled, "You're not... pestering me."

Surprise flickered in your gaze – surprise, and something else. Something he told himself he didn't recognise, refused to recognise.

After a moment, you said softly, "That's... good to hear, then. Because I have something else for you, too." Reaching down with your free hand, you pulled something from your belt and held it out before him. "I saved one, 'cause it reminded me of you."

Nebarra stared. There, held gently between your fingers, was a dragon's tongue flower, petals open wide and colours vibrant in full bloom. "This... reminded you of me?"

"It's gold. Just like you."

"...You really do have trouble with your eyesight, don't you? These are orange."

"Eh, close enough." You shrugged, the smile never leaving your face.

Slowly, Nebarra reached out and, ignoring the plate of food, took the flower carefully, delicately from your grasp, cradling it in his palm. "...Am I supposed to say thank you?"

"You just did." As he raised a brow from the shadows of his helm, you set the plate on a nearby rock and tapped the gauntlet that held the flower. "You accepted it."

He couldn't deny it. "Think you got me all figured out then, huh?"

Something in your smile shifted, your gaze flickering. "No. Not yet, anyways. But... I think I'd like to." And with that, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving him alone in the dark, stunned.

And that night, as he sat in the shadows of the campfire, he stared at the flower for a long, long time.

[hyewka]

rana

rana rana rana

i just read choi yeonjun (and buddy system too but thats for later) and when i tell you i think that fic altered the trajectory of my life, i fucking mean it bc when i tell you i would fuck the shit out of that yeonjun i mean it,, i cant stop thinking abt it actually 😵‍💫 the writing was on point, the descriptives... i think the thing that has always drawn me to your writing is your vocabulary bc every word you use is always the perfect one for that situation holy shit

something abt cocky boys who are so subby actually makes me lose my head a little bit, and the repeated 'this is normal, this is just a one time thing' honestly i think i might need a bit to recuperate. also lets just ignore how the 'condoms in second drawer' made me twitch in a really embarrassing way 🙏 sPlEnDiD

something abt how much you write spit into it also gets me on my knees every time like O.O truly one of the best writers on moablr frfr

and now we have to get into buddy system bc when i tell you sub gyu is my weakness im sure you already know-- himn crying bc he was worried his dick didnt look good had me shaking like idk maybe i like whiny subby boys (or maybe its just txt lol) truly a piece of writing i will die on this hill

i think another part of why your writing is so delicious is you write your dialogue so well!! like ive never thought "oh that was an awkward response" bc it never is like its just so good

also another episode of perv ada printing out rana's fics... while i fuck you straight popped into my head the other night and is def inspo for a scene in my 170 page horny single parent au yeonjun fic (plot twist: its not yeonjun shes fucking) so i printed it and annotated it to find why it was so good, and yet again, it was the dialogue and word use you are just truly on another level <33

hoped you enjoyed my barely coherent review also i think dvp w tyunning could be something to experiment w for kink buffet 😳

When I tell you its been so long since I’ve felt so giddy over an ask, so much so I had to put my phone down and pace around my room for a few seconds because of how excited I got aghh!!!!!! You always deliver with these reviews lol I feel 10x more confident than I usually am about my writing lately—thank you so much, seriously!!! I really liked writing that part in buddy system, crying boys are my weakness and beomgyu’s soooo pretty so it adds to the charm, right?

Im blushing so hard right now i love you❤️ I saw your ask for the event i’m planning for kinktober and I’m definitely going to get on it <3 again you are so kind and thoughtful im beyond grateful and happy over this, genuinely made my day, hell, even month ❤️❤️❤️❤️ thank you again, and im happy wifys could help with your vision

[citrusdownn]

what are your lovebug thoughts/hcs (like how they met) etc.. pls share ur thoughts i have a few but my mind is so jambled rn that i cant type it ouf

THIS IS SUCH A PERFECT OPPORTUNITY FOR ME TO RANT ABT MY CORABUG HCS OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK

had two ideas for how they met so either they:

met as kids through a team up between the roger pirates and the marines (like with roger and garp) or if they dropped by an island for a supply run and cora happened to be stationed on the island

or in a cora lives au where he and law make it off the island/make their way towards the east blue since its considered the weakest of the blues and they could recuperate there and at some point in coras recovery they meet buggy or something

not too clear on the details for either tbh but the ideas are there (ive drawn kid cora, buggy and shanks interacting before in another post)

OTHER HCS!!!

if they met as kids buggy would brag about being older (theyre both the same age but buggys older by a month so i think itd be incredibly funny and in character if that was something hed brag about)

on occasion they help each other do their makeup but when they arent they prefer to do their makeup in silence to just be in the others presence

cora lets buggy dress him up whenever he wants to figure out an outfit

theyve got matching heart earrings with each other, buggys on his right ear and coras on his left

buggy sleeps sprawled out on the bed and cora sleeps like a corpse (and its prob a common occurence that he falls off the bed in the middle of the night)

im sure theres more i have but these are the ones i can think of right now

if you happen to have any corabug related requests id love to take them! been low on ideas lately so theyd be very welcome lmao

[sxfterhearts]

updates!

hi all! so i just wanted to drop by to say a few things :)

the poll winner was jongseob!!! (im not surprised! haha) i have a full length one-shot ive been planning for awhile now so im going to write that and hopefully finish it during the weekend !

i’ve been super mia lately bc of work being super busy and stressful and just all round frustrating, but also pcd and general lack of sleep this entire week :( so apologies for the lack of updates. but im gonna be recuperating this weekend and hopefully spending more time writing!

i’m hoping to post a concert update at some stage too with my fav photos and story times from the concert so stay tuned! (if anyone’s curious i went to the sydney stop last sunday ! hmu if u went as well and drop me an ask or hit up my inbox cos i’d LOVE to yap about it together ❤️)

following from the concert i’ve had some reflections about p1h and p1ece and i’d love to write a post about that as well :) it’s just such a wholesome idol fan relationship (most of the time) and haha there’s some funny story times to be told

anyways thanks for reading <3 if u made it this far hope u have a good day wherever u may be and sending love always!

[robinsnest2111]

done it, sent my managers an email and called up my gp to pick up my sick note to send into work asap...

hmm yeah okay, can't stand on my legs steady enough for more than 2 minutes, my head's swimming, cannot work like that for 8 hours. gotta call in sick.... how to go about it tho, I've never done this...

[candyswirls]

An Eye for an Eye, a Pup for a Pup, Pt 5

TW: mentions of surgical procedures, decapitation, canon typical violence, spoilers for the final battle of Prospero

Here’s the AO3 link if that tickles your fancy

Imho laid on the table as the machines shifted and whirred over him. His wrist had just been wrapped and fresh tears drying on his face. The setting of the wrist had not been pleasant for him.

Finnja’s hearts ached as he had to maneuver it. They usually did until the Larraman surgery. Neophytes tended to have a higher pain tolerance by then.

Imho tried to hold still as the machines built the scan of his body.

The whirring slowed down as the tools went back into rest position and compositions of vascular, muscular, skeletal, and nervous system appeared on the screens.

Finnja studied them with expertise, zooming in on places Imho wouldn’t have thought to. The apothecary took notes and would hum occasionally. His face stayed neutral though.

Imho stayed lying on the table and watched his caretaker? Captor?

Finnja was a large and tall Astartes. Not close to a Primarch height. Though Lord Magnus was the tallest of his brothers. Like Finnja… he was taller than all his brothers. Still, the wolf was massive, yet he worked as an apothecary, or Wolf Priest as the sixth legion called it.

He was terrifying but all the wolves were. He had a thick beard with dark brown hair. Facial hair wasn’t common on Prospero.

Finnja leaned in and squinted at the screen. He zoomed in on the image of his hearts. He hit a button and it began playing as a feed. He replayed it over and over again, zooming in and out of every section.

He watched the wolf go over to where a lab was and check various test tubes.

He came back over, “When was your last surgery?”

“J-just four weeks ago,” Imho answered.

“Bioscopea?”

Imho nodded.

The wolf checked over his notes then came over to the table.

“Sit up and remove your shirt,” Finnja ordered. “I need to feel how the scars and organs are doing.”

He removed his gauntlets and Imho slowly did as he was told.

Space Wolves had a higher body temperature. He almost swore Finnja was burning as he felt his abdomen and chest and the scars that ran along it.

Imho refused to look down at the strange words those wolves had carved into him. They had burned as they did it. His soul had felt bruised ever since.

Imho flinched as Finnja pressed into a muscle a bit hard. Not letting up even as Imho whined in pain. He let out a sigh as the wolf moved onto the next.

After a few more checks and inspecting him, the wolf concluded.

“Your second heart is failing,” the wolf deduced. “Was there any reports of bad geneseed or organs that you can recall?”

Imho shook his head, trying hard not to despair at the shocking news.

“I will have to see it first hand,” Finnja muttered. “Luckily it’s an easy replacement, especially this early in the process. You’re only in phase three. Your body will adjust well to it after some rest and recuperation. One of my brothers is very skilled with hearts.”

Imho rolled onto his side, holding his queasy stomach. The second heart surgery had been the worst to recover from so far.

Finnja didn’t say much as he attached IVs of a new blood bag and saline drip. Imho’s stomach swirled and then lurched. Finnja was right there with something for him to empty his stomach contents into. Imho coughed and tears welled in his eyes. Stomach acid burned his throat as he choked up the remaining bits.

He laid his head on the side of the bin, breathing heavily as his stomach decided whether or not to fully purge itself.

Finnja moved his hair out of his face. He rubbed circles into Imho’s back. Imho wanted to move away from him but he felt so sick and the hand was gentle and caring.

His stomach lurched again. There was nothing left in him now.

He shivered on the cold examination table. Everything about the Space Wolves seemed cold. Their ship, their demeanor, how ruthless they were. He wanted to be back home on Prospero. The warm wind whipping hot sands. The sun beaming down on him. The familiarity of it.

Finnja took off his fur cloak and draped it around Imho. He pulled it around himself, remembering how warm it felt before.

Finnja took the bin.

“I’m taking a sample from this,” he announced. “Just in case.”

Imho just nodded, exhaustion wracking his body. He slowly fell over till he was lying down again, shifting to have the cloak be a barrier between him and the cold metal.

The despair grew. He was stuck here. If he wanted to live, he’d end up fighting for the very army that just destroyed his home. His family.

Tears streamed across his nose and cheek, before dropping onto the cloak.

He flinched as he heard the door to the apothercarium open.

He winced at the harshness of Fenrisian. He recognized Finnja’s name being said. Finnja answered back quickly and then dismissed the wolf.

“I will inform my brother and see when he can perform the surgery,” he told Imho, “I will see you after you wake up.”

“You won’t be there?” Imho asked, alarmed.

“No,” Finnja answered, “I am being called to assist my brothers and fulfill my duty as a wolf priest. You’ll see your fellow neophytes in the meantime and meet your new brothers.”

Imho could have sworn he felt himself shrink. Seeing his fellow neophytes, his friends, would be good. But the Space Wolf neophytes?

Finnja left him in the apothecarium and another Wolf Priest came in. He was shorter and had a stern look. Imho wanted to run and hide. Serfs and servitor accompanied him. He was less than kind with his examination. Imho hadn’t realized how gentle and careful Finnja was.

He broke down and the older wolf scolded him.

“Your tears will get you nowhere,” he said sternly. “Wolves don’t cry. We howl.”

He wanted to retort back that he wasn’t a wolf but he kept quiet.

“Let’s begin,” the old wolf grumbled. “You remember how it goes?”

“Wait, right now?” Imho questioned. “We’re doing the surgery now?”

“Aye,” he answered. “Your stomach is empty, I have other neophytes to tend to besides you, and soon I’ll be taking care of multiple of my brethren. Now is the perfect time. Quit whining. We need to put you in the surgical clothes.”

Imho couldn’t help but cry again. The Thousand Sons had you mentally prepare before undergoing surgery. Special psychic rituals to put your mind at ease.

A serf unhooked the IV tubes, allowing him to take off his shirt. He felt exposed and vulnerable. The Wolf tossed him a strange garment. After turning it over a few times a serf came over to help him put it on. It was like an apron or casual wear on Prospero.

“Do you still recall the aftercare instructions?” The wolf priest asked.

Imho nodded.

“Good,” the wolf priest muttered as he motioned Imho onto the surgical slab. “The other neophytes will help care for you afterwards. Up here. I’m not coddling you like Finnja does.”

“Uh, my-my wrist,” Imho said while holding it up.

“Hmm.”

The wolf picked him up under the arms and onto the surgical slab. It was significantly warmer.

He laid down as serfs attached the IV again and then other tubes and wiring. They then placed an oxygen mask over his face.

“Count backwards from ten,” The Wolf said.

Imho did so and never made it to six.

Everything was dark. He was in a pitch black void. He breathed heavily, seeing his breath billow out somehow.

He walked across shallow water, it rippled until it froze. He shivered and pulled his silk shawl closer around him. It did little for warmth.

He flinched as he saw the shadows of wolves run past. The howls echoed. He took off running. The shadows followed. He tried to fend them off with psychic attacks but flames burst on his skin, fading to be the runes that hard been carved into it. He couldn’t use his power!

He ran faster and faster, water splashing, their breath on his heels, the whirring of chain swords, the pounding of ceramite on the ground. Tears escaped his eyes. Why shouldn’t he cry? He was only eleven!

The air grew thick with smoke and fires bloomed out of the doors and windows of every home in Tizca. He ran towards his house. It was engulfed in flames. His mother lay dead in the doorway. She was decapitated. A space wolf stood there, holding her head. He howled, fangs protruding, fierce yellow eyes.

Imho screamed in agony and rage as he charged the Astartes. Somehow he had his knife in his hand. Every combat lesson he’d been given thus far worked with muscle memory as he stabbed the wolf through the weak points of his armor.

The wolf fell and Imho dropped to his mother’s body, sobbing. He picked the head to see the red hair cascading. One single eye closed. Sliced cleanly by the blade of Leman Russ.

“Father!” Imho cried out as he cradled his Primarch’s large head in his arms.

Why? Why?! Why?! Why did the emperor send the Space Wolves?! Why were they ordered to execute his legion? His planet? What did they do?? Why did they deserve this?! Why didn’t they know about the attack??

He had seen the bombardment. Destroying everything outside of the psychic barrier. He’d heard the legion brothers. Why hadn’t Father known? Where was Father? Magnus the Red, please!

Wind blew the flames into him and he saw flashes of his legion brethren fighting. Ahzrek Ahriman, Iskander Khayon, Amon, even apothecary Mshai who had already perished.

Flames swept around him till he stood watching his Primarch battling the Wolf King of Fenris. It was vicious and brutal. Imho couldn’t move, trapped in the fire. His own Primarch punched his brother with psychic powered fists. He destroyed the two wolves alongside the Wolf King. A blade was swiped across his Primarch’s eye. The Wolf King managed to lift the great sorcerer and broke him across his knee.

Imho yelled and sobbed uncontrollably as he saw bits of his Primarch’s soul splinter off of him, cascading across the warp. Imho caught as many pieces as he could, cradling then in his hands.

“Father,” he choked.

Phantoms of Magnus reached out to him from them. Calling to him.

Imho. Beloved son. Little one. My neophyte. Sweet child. Precious one. Imhotep. My prodigy. Youngest son.

He faded away as a spell was completed through Ahriman. The remainder of his legion brothers were transported away into the warp. Saved. Escaping execution.

He felt the pull of it. Willing him to come. He wanted to follow. He would have! But the words carved into him burned, holding him back like shackles. He screamed in agony and despair as he was tethered there.

Don’t leave him! Please! Father! Take me with you! I’m loyal! I’m strong! I have power!

He dropped to his knees, crying as the ache in his hearts grew. Not just grief and sadness, but actual pain. It was becoming unbearable. He couldn’t breathe! It wouldn’t stop!

His eyes flashed open and he screamed as he desperately tried to sit up, knocking over trays of tools. Hands held him down.

Standing over him was a wolf skull. A space wolf. One of the very ones who had destroyed his home.

He screamed in terror, especially as pain bloomed in his chest. His cut open chest, hearts exposed.

He screamed and felt the world sway. He punched a serf and they went flying back. He was still a neophyte and had already grown bigger. Psychic waves bloomed from him. But the wolf wouldn’t let him move and the world blurred as he went unconscious again.

***

Odavig stood back from the neophyte, now that he was sedated under anesthetic again. The oldest serving serf, Anga, lay unconscious. Possibly dead from that punch.

He had barely began removing the damaged second heart. Then the neophyte awoke. Absolutely no warning. He was in the middle of surgery! He had been heavily under anesthesia! How did he wake up?! Those psychic waves!

“Clean everything up!” He ordered. “Is Anga alive?”

“Aye,” she grunted as she struggled to stand.

“Take her out of here,” Odavig ordered. “We need to finish. Is the anesthesia working properly or not?”

“It is my Lord,” the serf said quickly. “I-I do no-“

“Hush,” Odavig said. “Neither do I. We continue the surgery. We will deal with this later. Finnja will sort it out.”

Once everything settled, he went back to removing the old heart, the quicker he got the new one in, the better.

[virtie333]

Day 12 - Life Day Damerey Celebration

Prompt: Warm

Summary: Rey will never get used to the cold. Fortunately, she knows just how to get warm.

Warnings: Rey abusing her husband. Just kidding. Just fluff and humor.

AO3

Rey trudged through the mud, head down so the hood of her parka kept the rain out of her face, gratefully heading for home.

The majority of the year the weather on Yavin IV was hot and humid, with the occasional storm that dumped warm rain for several minutes before allowing the sun to come back out. However, for about three months of the year, what the Yavinese called ‘winter’ occurred. The true rainy season, where the sun was a rare visitor and the temperatures, though never dipping below the freezing point, were far from hot.

As much as Rey appreciated the lush, green jungles of Yavin’s largest moon, the winter season reminded her too much of Ach-To and the constant cold she had to deal with during her short stay there years ago. Despite her distaste for the winter season’s cold, she had learned to take advantage of it and use it to help train her students. Every year for the last three years (since she had started her training school) she took her first-year students on a three-day excursion through the jungle. She taught them how to live off the land, how to find their way without the sun or the stars to guide them, and how to navigate the terrain that was much more challenging than normal due to the constant rain and mud. They learned how to build shelters and keep a fire going despite the wet. And they learned how to meditate among the discomfort and distractions.

This year she had three students between the ages of six and ten with her, and they had done well, especially considering two were thin-skinned humans like herself, and the other was a Mirialan, a species that was used to a very dry atmosphere. At the end of the third day, Rey led her charges back to the compound not far from the Grand Temple where she had set up her training center. One by one, she dropped the children off at their homes, making sure their parent or guardian was aware of how well they had done and that they had the next couple of days off from training to rest and recuperate. Finally, all three children were home safe, and Rey was able to go home herself.

She was exhausted, but she had worked hard to make sure her students didn’t know. While they had slept restlessly during the past two nights, Rey had not slept at all, and she was feeling that lack of sleep now. She was physically drained, and she was freezing. She wondered if she would ever truly adjust to weather that was anything but hot. She finally reached the little cabin she called home, punching in the code and slipping inside as the door slid open.

She immediately toed off her muddy boots, then pulled off the slicker, hanging it on a hook by the door. Though she knew the house was warm, she still felt chilled, and she moved quickly through the kitchen and down the hall to her bedroom. She saw BB8’s photoreceptor light up as he sensed movement from where he was charging next to DO. She gave him a brief wave and smile, letting him know she was home and okay. He beeped a happy little welcome, then powered down again.

Rey quickly began to undress. Though her poncho had been waterproof, her clothing still felt damp and clammy. There was no way to stay completely dry when out in this weather all the time. As she pulled off her leggings, her teeth began to chatter. She removed her tunic and underthings, then pulled her hair out of its ties, shaking her head and running her fingers through the strands, giving her scalp a quick rub. She ached to jump in the shower and stand under the hot water for a long time, but she was so tired. Sleep called to her more, but she knew she wouldn’t sleep unless she warmed up.

And she knew what would do that just as well as a hot shower.

With a soft sigh, she skipped over to the bed, pulled the blankets up, and slipped under them, tucking herself up against the human furnace already laying there.

“Kriffing hell, Rey!” Poe Dameron shouted as Rey’s cold skin woke him up. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m cold!” she said with a bit of a whine in her voice.

“Yeah, you are!” he agreed. “You’re a farking ice cube!”

“You’re warm!” she continued, still huddling against him despite his stiff position. Her body shivered violently and her teeth chattered.

“Crik,” Poe whispered, then he relaxed, arranged the blankets so they were both fully covered, and wrapped both his arms and legs around her.

Rey immediately felt warmer, and soon her shivering stopped. It wasn’t long before she began to drift off to sleep, lulled by the rhythmic heartbeat of her husband, best friend…

And personal heater.

[cinnasaur]

imngjm. i think water has been leaking up through my floor and it's not Flooded or anything but i don't have a proper bedframe so the whole end of my bed got soaked the other day and it's still not dry and i don't know what i can do about it.

my bed was already making me really uncomfortable so it's extremely miserable to try to sleep on like this and i don't really have anything i can cover it up with (ive tried a couple things and they don't stay in place and just get wet anyway) . i haven't found the source of the leak yet and even if i do i don't know what to do from there... i don't even have enough money for food let alone however much of an expense this might be. i was already stressed out and not feeling well before this and hoping i could just settle down and relax and recuperate this weekend.. can i please catch a break please ):

now i feel so. sooo wiped out and insanely anxious and my feet are wet and im cold and i really badly just want to get out of this place at this point. i'm gonna lose it

[anything-but-predictable]

Iba talaga nagagawa ng good and enough rest and sleep, lakas makaganda at maka uplift ng mood. I feel like I’m a completely different person today when I woke up following a 12+ hours of sleep, I can’t remember when was the last time I’ve done this. Three days off starts today! I was asked for a weekend trip to Wales but I really don’t feel like going coz I’m looking forward to recuperating from last week’s long days at work. It’s just so nice to not have any plans too. I miss my long warm baths and shower, inom night and massage session 😌

Slow days are one of life’s greatest joys. I don’t want to wake up one day and realize I’m already on my 40’s. I mean wala namang masama dun, but can I savour this very moment at least?

At dahil hindi pa achievable ang lambing as one of my ultimate cravings, dito muna ko sa sinigang which is attainable and more realistic to achieve 😂

I haven’t had the time yet to shop kaya kung ano na lang ang meron sa fridge and pantry. Spinach has always been my pambansang gulay na pwede sa lahat, I used to cook laing using dried spinach nun nasa Saudi pa ako.

I appreciate every mundane chance of me to eat and enjoy my food in peace. Pag nasa work ako, nasa toilet or Ive just started my lunch hinahanap na agad ako which leads me to eating my food quickly to get back to work. Most of the time, sa nurses station na lang ako kumakain so I am around when something comes up.

[bigshort2015]

i think im going to end things with the guy im seeing tomorrow. its really stressing me out. i feel really bad because he is a great guy but i think i jumped back into things too early and i realized that today. in all honesty, ive been really cagey about it on here but i went through a deeply traumatic event in june. and spent basically all summer in intense isolation/focus on work recuperating from what happened. and ive just been repressing it kind of hardcore but i still have really horrible nightmares and i have panic attacks sometimes and sometimes the guilt is so overwhelming i feel like im going to suffocate. and i think i need to really get my shit together and grow up and take the counseling thats being offered to me and also im not in a place to be dating. like i think i need to process this for real and actually heal instead of going through life like a cornered prey animal. and obviously i cant tell this guy about any of this but it does mean that its probably a good idea to not be dating him anymore