#“I don't feel good.”

[kalevalakryze]

Chef Chopper

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka Series Pairings: Hera Syndulla/ Ahsoka Tano Characters: Hera Syndulla, Ahsoka Tano, Jacen Syndulla Warnings: Fever, Sickness, Care, Hallucination, Nightmare, Sick, Comfort Notes: For Whumptober Day  13 Prompt: Cold Compress | “I don’t feel so good.” Word Count: 2,071 AO3 Link: Here!

Sickness spread through Home One faster than gossip, infecting nearly all humans and most of the other species unfortunate enough to be caught on board. They had to lock down in atmo, no ships in or out, with supplies coming in heavy quarantine. Even those immune to the virus had been forced to stay aboard, less they carry it and infect even more of the New Republic’s forces. 

Togrutas were, thankfully, an immune species; Twi’leks, however, were not. So when Ahsoka woke up one morning to the rattle of Hera’s breath and the inferno on her skin, the woman knew all of their precautions had been in vain. 

“Karabast,” She grumbled to herself, the back of her hand resting against Hera’s sweaty brow. The woman burrowed closer to Ahsoka in their bed, pressing into the cooler feeling of her hand, even as her body shivered in the cold beneath the blankets. 

Extricating herself from bed had been a challenge as Hera tried to cling to her, only succeeding by slipping her sleep shirt from her shoulders, sating the feverish woman as she tucked the fabric up close to her nose, curling up in the center of their bed as she clung to her febrile dreams.

She’d read all about human anatomy back in the temple, and had put it to use more than once at Kix’s side with the Clones, and even her own Master when illnesses from their various planetary conquests caught the five-oh-first unprepared, so gathering whatever the medbay could spare had been a relative ease; Cold compresses, packages of dried goods to make edible food with (there was no way in the sith hells she would try to make Hera choke down a ration bar like this), and the motley of items including the medicines that had just come in on the most recent supply drop.

Ahsoka could hear Hera’s raspy voice as she stepped back into their quarters. “It’s okay, Jace, I’ll go get some medicine, can you close your eyes for me, just until I get back?” There was a quiet rustling of blankets between the human and Twi'lek as Hera began to push her way out of bed. 

“Get back in that bed, General,” Ahsoka called gently, poking her head into the room to catch sight of Hera’s wobbly legs as she tried tucking Jacen into their bed. Poor kid didn't look much better than Hera, with a pillow hugged tight to his chest, sweat slicking back tangled evergreen hair. 

Hera’s face called for an argument, but the woman dropped back into the mattress heavily anyways, elbows moving to her knees as she pressed her fingers into her face. “You not feeling good either, Jace?” Ahsoka called gently as she moved to tuck Hera back into bed, reaching across to press her hand against his forehead and frowning at the heat radiating off of him. 

“Mmm,” He grumbled, nose crinkling as he turned away from her hand. “Hot,” He complained quietly, before a cough wracked his small frame and had him burrowing back into his mother’s side. 

“I bet,” Ahsoka smiled sympathetically, setting her supplies on the top of the dresser, the woman slipped the cold packs from the stack, wrapping both in a towel before kneeling across the mattress to press the first one against Jacen’s head, repeating the process to place the cool pack on Hera’s head. “Keeps those on your heads for me, yeah?” 

She only received quiet grumbles from the two sick Syndulla’s in bed, so she had to assume they were in agreement with her conditions. The small box of supplies were picked back up on her way to the kitchen, though she stopped at the sight that greeted her. Chopper was at the stove, his arm extended from his head to stir a pot. “Chop? What… Whatcha got there?” She couldn’t help the smile from cracking her lips at the comical sight as he turned to beep.

“I didn’t know you could cook?” A series of offended beeps had the Force-Sensitive shaking her head slowly. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry, Chef,” Ahsoka brushed around him to open and rehydrate the dried vegetables. “Can I check your work, Mighty Chef Chopper?” 

She was ready for the spoon that got tossed her way, she was not ready for the almost pout that came with the droid's body in crossed extension arms. The soup was… surprisingly edible, better than most MRE’s she’d had in her life. How someone without tastebuds understood the principles of seasonings was… not entirely lost on her; She was sure if R2 was anywhere near a kitchen and was not always thinking about destruction, the little droid would have been capable; Adding it to her to-do list for her next call with Luke, Ahsoka handed the spoon back with a satisfactory nod of her head. 

“Think I’ll mess up your meal if i add something green in there?” A horrified beep had Ahsoka almost doubling over in stifled laughter. “I’m not putting either of them in the soup, Chop; oh my Maker.” She wheezed, wiping a tear from her eye as she moved to the sink to wash her hands. “They need their energy, these will help,” 

Suspicious beeps followed, but Chopper reluctantly allowed Ahsoka to finely cut up the variety of vegetables to add into the soup as it simmered. “You got it from here, Chef? I need to make sure our patients followed orders,” 

The mock salute was enough to excuse her from the kitchen, allowing her to slip from the kitchen and back into their bedroom. Her smile faltered at the way Hera’s body shook in sleep, and how her lips moved in the same way they would any time she had a nightmare about Kanan, or Thrawn, or any of the horrors faced in the war. 

Ahsoka moved to perch on the side of the bed, when Hera’s hand stretched out, trembling and clammy, skin marred from anxious ticks over the years, theTogruta covered the Twi’lek’s hands with her own, thumb smoothing over her knuckles as she guided her hand back down, reaching to readjust the cool pack, nearly sapped of it’s iciness from the warmth it had absorbed. 

“Hera,” Ahsoka called out with more than her voice, reaching her calm, steadfast presence across the force, knowing that Jacen would find relief in a pillar to cling to, should he decide to reach out himself. “Cyar’ika,” She called, brushing her lips against the General’s knuckles, hoping to pull her from the pain; she wasn’t sure the other woman could take fighting the sickness and her own demons, and there was only so much Ahsoka could offer without seeming like she was trying to replace his spot in her life. 

Hazy blue eyes blinked open at last, squinting at the dimmed lights as they searched wildly. “Ahsoka?” Her voice cracked as she squeezed against the sepia hand interlocked with her own. 

“Morning, starshine,” A smile cracked Hera’s lips at the endearment, though it faltered on her next wheezing breath. “How are you feeling?” She reached to fix the cool pack again, flipping it over and watching the shiver that ran up the woman’s spine.

“Cold,” The woman complained half heartedly, tucking her blankets up to her chin and wrapping her arm around Jacen, where the dozing boy burrowed his head into her side at the disturbance of their conversation. “I don’t feel good,” 

“I wouldn’t think so, I’ve seen lava run cooler than you guys right now,” Ahsoka frowned softly and shook her head. “Think you can get some medicine in?” “I’m not the problem, this little guy is?” She glanced down at her son, who burrowed his face under her arm and the pillows, offering a whine in his chest as his acknowledgment of their conversation. 

“Come on, Jace, it tastes like meliroon juice,” Ahsoka promised, standing to return to her small box of supplies and gather the container of thick, purple liquid medicine. “I suppose,” Her nose crinkled as she read the package and twisted the cap off. “Maybe,”

“Mom first,” The boy complained, poking his head from his cocoon only enough to squint at both women suspiciously. 

“Alright, alright,” Hera forced herself to sit up, blankets rustling as she moved to support her heavy head in both hands, face twisting up in a wince as she adjusted to the change in posture. Ahsoka was careful in measuring out the right dosage, passing the vial off with a raised facial marking. “Kunta eti,” She whispered, only loud enough for Ahsoka to pick up on, thank the makers, less Jacen learn a new word he wasn’t supposed to use. 

The medicine was tossed back with little fanfare; Ahsoka had to give props to the woman’s poker face as she swallowed, poking her tongue out at Jacen to prove how ‘good’ the medicine was. “Your turn, little man,” Her fingers tickled at his side, making him wriggle and whine, giggles breaking his supposed torment as he was forced from his cocoon.

Passing the next carefully measured vial, Ahsoka retrieved both of their cool packs, “I’m going to go put these back to cool, don’t go anywhere,” 

She could hear Jacen’s sputtering and shouting at the acrid taste from the kitchen as she returned the packs to the freezer, unable to help the smile that came to her lips as Chopper beeped curiously at her. “We lied to a child, you’re going to be his new favorite,”

The beeps that followed promised her that he had always been the boy's favorite, which was a comical thought, and not one she had the energy to argue with.”Mhmm, is this ready, Chef? They’re gonna need something to chase that,”

When she was permitted to do so, Ahsoka spooned two bowls full of soup, balancing them in her hand as she reached to pat the droid’s head in thanks. “Don’t know what we’d do without you, chop. I’ll handle cleanup, your favorite needs you,” The pair returned to the bedroom together, Hera was still sitting up, though Jacen had rolled to be as far away from Hera as possible, an exaggerated pout twisting at the disgust on his face. 

“Nothing like Meliroon,” He grumbled, tucking his blanket closer around his shoulders, eying the bowls of soup in Ahsoka’s hand distrustfully as he watched her move back to the bed. 

“Hey, I didn’t make this, you can look at Chef Chopper like that,” Ahsoka redirected teasingly as she perched beside Hera, handing off the first bowl and waiting until Jacen was backed by pillows that Chopper rearranged behind his back before carefully handing off his bowl. 

“Thank you, Ahsoka,” Hera’s head dipped, a smile on her lips as she stirred her spoon through her meal. “I’m sorry, Chopper made this?” She questioned after the first spoonful passed her lips, covering her mouth with a hand and pulling a laugh from Ahsoka. 

“He did, I have no idea what you’re teaching him, Jacen, but keep it up,” She confirmed, winking at the little droid as he rocked proudly on his supports. 

They ate in relative silence after that, spoons scraping against the bottoms of their bowls as Ahsoka moved around in bed to settle herself behind Hera. The Twilek just managed to set her emptied bowl on the nightstand before the gentle press of skilled fingers against her head had her leaning her weight back into the support as Ahsoka chased away the pounding headache. 

Chopper wound up taking Jacen’s bowl from him in time so he could scooch back over to the two women, this time, dropping his face to press into Ahsoka’s stomach as his mother curled up against the not-Jedi comfortably. There was no surprise when the gentle ministrations urged Hera off to sleep, or her soft humming eased Jacen off as well.

There was, however, a great deal of surprise when she woke later that day to the sound of a camera shutter and Huyang shushing Chopper’s beeps, with the feeling of Hera and Jacen both curled up on one shoulder each. “ ‘m gonna cut their wires,” She threatened half-heartedly, turning her head to press her face between Hera’s lekku comfortbly. 

“You know it’ll make them worse, dear,”

Grumbling, Ahsoka tightened her hold on both of them; Her little family, even if they were breathing sick air all over her, she wouldn’t have it any other way. 

[lesbxdyke]

I could think of no better way to share the news than this!

So when I was 17, my cat went missing and I'd given up hope of ever seeing him again.

Until on Monday, 27th of May, 2024, my friend sent me a FB post asking 'isn't that your mother?' about the person named on the microchip.

Here he is! 16 years old, and found safe, twelve whole years after he went missing!

Yesterday (Tuesday the 28th of May, 2024) I went to the rescue that had him, and I reclaimed my boy, renaming him Artie! (He'd originally been called 'Cat' because my mother and I couldn't decide on a name)

He's home safe with me now, currently inhabiting my bathroom and purring up a storm every time someone goes in there!

I'll be doing slow introductions between him and my current cat to give them the best possible chance of living in harmony!

Here's some pictures of Artie once we let him out of the carrier:

[dirtytransmasc]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

[nataliescatorccio]

"Originally it was not called 'Good Luck, Babe!', it was called 'Good Luck, Jane!", but my co-writer and I kept getting in arguments about it, so it became 'Good Luck, Babe!'." CHAPPELL ROAN on 'Good Luck, Babe!'

[beanghostprincess]

Laios saying he's stronger and better organized than Shuro because he eats 3 meals every day and sleeps properly is probably one of the most encouraging things a fictional character has ever said to me

[overlymetaromantic]

Dungeon Meshi, or as I like to call it, Marcille's-increasingly-difficult-to-ignore-revelations-that-her-endless-devotion-to-Falin-may-in-fact-be-more-rooted-in-lesbianism-than-she-originally-thought

[hansoeii]

GOOD OMENS SEASON 3 IS HAPPENING SO I SHALL REPOST ALL OF MY GOOD OMENS ART IN CELEBRATION!! 🥳❤️

WAHOO!!!

[egophiliac]

can't believe that skeleman has turned on us, and Halloween Prom is tomorrow.

(what a top-tier UM...we are about to be just totally obliterated in the absolute silliest way. what possible use could this power have outside of bringing us to the brink of utter holiday disaster.)

[raynewolferune]

DC x DP Prompt: Bruce is bad at emoting but at least ghosts are empathic (too bad bat kids are not)

Was reading Twincognito on AO3 when I stumbled across this gem again:

~

" “Danny, Tim. I was just…checking in. Is everything alright?” Curse his inability to make meaningful conversation when it wasn’t a life or death situation.

They glanced at each other and shrugged.

Then Danny hauled himself out of the bed and walked over to Bruce.

Bruce tried not to let too much excitement show on his face. "

~

Now I really want to read a story where Bruce adopts Danny post Meta trafficking and is being his usual emotionally constipated self. His kids keep getting mad at him because he's treating their new meta brother who was trafficked poorly (generally being stilted in conversation with him, walking away hurriedly mid-conversation, avoiding Danny when he's feeling really awkward, etc). They think Bruce is discriminating against Danny for being a civilian, meta, dealer's pick, but really it's just Bruce being horribly socially awkward. Danny knows this because of ghost empathy and find the whole thing hilarious. The whole thing comes to a head with the Bat Kids staging an intervention in the Bat Cave.

[gothamite-rambler]

That was actually a good deed, Jason.

Jason Todd walked over to Bruce Wayne scrolling through photos on his phone. He tapped the man on the shoulder.

Jason: You want baby pictures of Damian?

Bruce spat out his coffee in shock. Jason chuckled.

Jason: You have to pay me.

Bruce (frantic): You better not be lying to me because if you have baby pictures of him I will pay you whatever price you ask.

Jason: Um okay I have about 10 I can give you now so $10,000 for each one.

Bruce: Stay there, gotta get my phone and I'll transfer the funds to your bank account.

Bruce ran out of the room leaving Jason Todd with Alfred watching the entire interaction, impressed.

Alfred: Jason, how did you get baby pictures?

Jason: Remember, I knew about his existence before Bruce ever did. I visited the kid for the first 9 years before Bruce found out about him. Talia paid me to take photos of him for memories.

Alfred: That's very wholesome of you.

Jason (confused): I said Talia paid me.

Alfred: Money or not, you did a good deed. Now Master Bruce can have a few photos and trust me, he's been begging Talia for baby pictures for years. Be proud of yourself.

Jason smiled.

Jason: I appreciate you saying that.

Alfred: I mean every word of it. You're welcome.

[mermaidstede]

Nathan breaking after getting slapped in the face by a sammy.

[akanemnon]

New Dark World. Who this?

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[manny-jacinto]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 02x07 + reddit text posts (02x02) // (02x03) // (02x04 part 1 + part 2) // (02x05) (02x06)

[demigods-posts]

i'm one hundred percent certain that after percy and annabeth made out underwater. and he wanted to make their relationship official. the question was not "will you be my girlfriend?" but "can i be your boyfriend?" i don't care what the canon says. percy gave annabeth the space to take the lead in the relationship. because after a lifetime of being abandoned by everyone she dared to care for. and then watching her on the brink of a panic attack at the thought of losing him the last four years. he wanted to honor a new beginning between them by follow her lead and moving at her pace.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy one year anniversary to In Stars and Time!

[arthur-liquor]

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