#Cloudy Urine

[mparkmed1985]

Cloudy Pee STD

[urologist-surgeon]

Cloudy urine refers to urine that appears turbid, or cloudy, rather than clear. This change in appearance can be due to a variety of factors, including the presence of sediment, bacteria, white blood cells, or excess protein. In some cases, cloudy urine may be a sign of a urinary tract infection, dehydration, or a kidney problem, among other conditions.

[disagigglebilities]

When the doctor wants you to do a urinalysis because bubbly and cloudy urine is bad. She even said it my results were clear she'd send me to a specialist. Uh I didn't really think it was serious enough

[ura-niia]

I AM ALIVE HELLO

Also look at my cat

CLOUDY MY LOVE IM GLAD TO HEAR YOU WELL AND BREATHING

OMGG The pretty kitty<333 such a cute brat<333

[dove-da-birb]

ANOTHER VICTIM TO BOTHER WITH FENNEC FOXES!

THEY'RE SO CUTE I IGNORE ALL BAD THINGS SO ADORABLE

big ol' ears

[caldwellwrites]

Things to Consider When Writing Setting

As a writer who has been coming up with a specific story concept for the past nine and a half years, I have a lot of trouble when it comes to writing and, oftentimes, imagining the setting of particular scenes. I almost always one detail in my head, but struggle to come up with any other features. Anyone can think, "Okay, my character is in a parking lot". But we, need to think beyond that.

Okay, first things first, decide a few things before we start consulting the big(ish) list.

-Where does this scene take place? (Pt. 1) That means the type of location. Are they in a forest? At home? In a Starbucks? There are a near-endless list of places for your character to be, but it's crucial to make sure you know where this person is before building from there. In my opinion, this is probably the most important aspect to know before attempting to write about the setting. Know. Where. They. Are.

-Where does this scene take place? (Pt. 2) This means the country or province. Consider every aspect of this place (I'll be making a post about world-building soon for those who need it). What are the geographical, cultural, and climate-related features. Think about how would these features impact the way your character experiences their environment.

-When does this scene take place? I'm talking about the time period, time of day, and time of the year. All of these factors will change what your character sees, hears, smells, everything.

Now that you've (hopefully) answered the three questions above, let's look at the big list of ideas. These are just some ideas I thought of while writing and editing this list, there are so many more ideas that are not on here. Try not do get overwhelmed by the list, and just look at it one section at a time. Play with some of these ideas in your head, on paper, a doc, whatever, and decide what feels write (get it?) for your project!

Sky, Weather, and Temperature

Sky Objects: Sun, Moon, Planets, Stars (Constellations), Meteors, Clouds (look up the different types), Rainbow, Flying Craft (Planes, Blimps, Drones, Helicopters), Balloons, Confetti, Kites, Bubbles

Weather: Sunny, Cloudy, Rainy, Stormy, Snowy, Hail, Foggy, Windy

Temperature: Sweltering, Hot, Warm, Comfortable, Chilly, Cold, Freezing

Nature and Natural Elements

Plants: Trees, Flowers, Grasses, Herbs, Mushrooms, Weeds, Bushes

Domestic Animals: Dogs, Cats, Horses

Wild Animals: Wolves, Coyotes, Bears, Wild Cats, Raccoons

Water Sources: Unmoving, Slow / Gentle, Rapid, Rough

Objects and People

Vehicles

Houses

Shops, Kiosks, Stalls

Schools & Other Buildings

Garbage

Fences, Walls, and Other Barricades

Parades, Parties, Festivals

Random Citizens / Passerby's

Higher-Ups (Royalty, Government Officials, etc)

Workers (Gardeners, Dog Walkers, Street Performers, etc.)

Furniture or Decor

Smells

Urine or Feces

Death / Blood

Cigarette / Cigar / Marijuana Smoke

Car Smog

Flowers

Fresh Cut Grass

Garbage

Food and Drink

Rain

Smoke / Fire

Pine

Sounds

Animal Sounds (Birds, Dogs, Insects, Frogs, etc. )

People Being Loud (Screaming, Playing, Cheering, Laughing, etc.)

Wind (Wind Chimes, Howling Wind, Blowing through plants, etc.)

Water

Machinery (Lawn Mower, Leaf Blower, etc.)

Transport (Carriages, Cars, Buses, Boats, Trains, Emergency Vehicles)

Weather Sounds (Rain, Thunder, Hail)

Fire Crackling

Music

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

PSA for my fellow fools: you can, in fact, have a UTI without ever feeling any burning when you pee or experiencing a frequent urge to urinate. If your pee is cloudy and smells kinda sweet/fruity/acidic, get that checked out. Don’t be like me

take notes, everybody

[crying-fantasies]

Grain offerings

Once, you tried to work near home, no one really wanted to and you were part of that group, everyone knows what kind of things are in a now abandoned house way too near, you didn't saw them but every other person apparently did with every detail or they are simply lying to get everyone in a paranoia nervousness that sits thick even in the market.

You didn't live during the havock of the war but humans still got their reservations about cybertronians, you have seen people escape from them even when all they do is ask for directions, you have seen videos of them playing volleyball with humanson the next town by a video, even a couple of different species out in a date like it was totally not frowned upon, different from where you live, you get it, really do, most people in town have been scarred to some level by the war and you've seen a few cybertronians that are a pain in the ass, but time and hostility may have made them act in such a way especially to the adults when you were younger, some could describe you as strange by not acting the same way your parents or everyone else did, maybe it was because you weren't alive during the war or the cybertronian temporary occupation that bordered in constant danger, or maybe it was the almost faded memory of a decepticon that lived near scaring away bullies that were making fun of your group of friends when blood was finally spilled by a cruel joke that involved rocks impacting with your head.

"Can't even put a leash on their spawns, I swear", no one believed any of you, no one would, but you would forever remember that once a decepticon called Needlenose helped you that cloudy day before everyone believed he was the one that caused the damage, ending in him getting out of town with his brother.

That would explain why the number of cybertronian residents is minimal if not non-existent on your town, and why the idea of interacting with one was so tempting, so interesting, but that is only a mere desire that would never come, it was time to go back to reality, forget about friendly cybertronians or how cool it would be to have a friend that could carry you back home in a jet.

So, with business almost beyond salvation and a whole batch of rice bags full of insects and almost rotten you try to dispose of it in order to prevent the lost of more bags, only to see the next day that the bag was gone even before the trash truck passed by, there is no leftovers, only markings on the ground that go back to where no one should go.

The place many said a cybertronian made it's home.

It wasn't as bad as it sounded, the main worry was that some of the most hateful human citizens in town went there to say a piece of their mind to the supposed new neighbor, only to come back crying out loud for mercy or swearing they would have their head on a plate even when they were near to drop dead on a puddle on their own urine, no real physical damage was done so police wasn't involved and since no cybertronian was in the best terms with anyone it wasn't an option to ask them for help.

Imagine your surprise when you noticed a big insect, consuming almost in a crazed trance all the rice that falls from a tearing in the big bag, it jumps backwards at the sight of you, you have never seen something like that, no cybertronian like that, the fear is instantaneous, but no by the mechanical insect, far from it, it comes back once in a while, especially when you get the rotten rice out, he seems to get what is left back to wherever he comes from.

You decide to call it a him, since he called you: "flesh bag" with a quite interesting voice that could even be perceived as playful, like he was making fun of you, almost deciding if he can get near you before looking back, full his mandibles at full capacity before dragging the whole bag back to who knows where, it may take time but he still comes, even when you don't get the spoiled rice out, he looks at the remaining things inside the shop and it doesn't take long to consider that, as strange as it can be, he really eats rice, and he may want to eat the fruit that is not in the dumpster but the one inside, his hunger makes you feel bad, he has damaged legs and one of his eyes blinks in and out of function, and something that looks like drool escapes his mandibles, it's sad, because you know a cybertronian only comes to live here if they can't go anywhere else, sometimes even enduring to be damaged by someone, laws don't protect cybertronians the same way they protect humans and it's unfair, but you could never say a word of C. Yeager's pro transformers speech in this town without becoming an outcast yourself in the eyes of your own family.

But what they don't know or hear doesn't hurt them, so you get money out of your wallet and put it in the counter, put a bag full of red apples in front of the injured cybertronian in front of you, his movements are so fast that he makes you fall, taking the whole bag back from where he comes every few days, and come back he does, one day dragging with him a new transformers that looks like him to some degree, and then another that literally has no head attached to the rest of his body, all of them expect something and you can't deny it even when the money you're saving from this very same work are expended in buying rice and wheat that fall from your hands to their waiting mandibles or flour in the case of the one without head, feeling bad for them and asking to yourself who could've been so vicious to do such a thing while something similar to a tongue laps at your hand which helps him to consume water at the lack of mouth, no giving a second thought in the way their glossa smeared in between your fingers that almost made you think of inadequate things at the moment.

Maybe you should've know better, not all people are good ones, the same applied for cybertronians, the same applied to decepticons, especially decepticons that are very well know to be disgusted by organics.

But, far from it, your new friends (you choose to call them like that to yourself) have no problem while interacting with you, in touching you, maybe a little zap of electricity when touching them without warning but that fades away fast as they push against your open palm to receive more food or pats on the head or on the body in Bombshell's case, the fact they finally told you their names, which are as curious as any other cybertronian name you have heard so far, there is happiness in how things go, no longer looking with logging or envy videos of people around the globe, the moment Sharpnel let's you rest against his body makes you giddy, silly chuckles escaping you while Kickback cleans your hand of every remaining oil of the hamburgers you got for them and that didn't last more than a few seconds, his mandibles catch at your skin, before your blood drops to the ground of their nest Sharpnel has already hissed against the youngest while Bombshell pushed him far away by the mere movement of one of his legs, it is also the first time they listen to you after asking them to stop, they are damaged enough as it is already.

The changes are little but the biggest of all is how they seem to be healing, to be regenerating, and is undeniable when you see Bombshell's face for the first time one day when he is the one to get you back to their nest after work, it doesn't stop him from asking for flour or to be feed by hand, despite Kickback's protests and how it's "no fair!" in how you're playing favorites.

It keeps changing, slowly but surely, and everything you learned from mister Yeager's speech about human and cybertronian peaceful cohabitation has already been overstepped in all possible ways when Sharpnel connects his mouth to yours, only a few seconds ago you were showing him that very same speech on your cellphone, yes, you're indeed close, but you can only put your hands on both sides of his faceplate while you keep hearing: "there is more than one reason we clashed with one another", trying to get near him as much as you can, his big body looming above you, the video keeps on, you hear people cheering on the background, agreeing with every word, "and I'm asking you, what do you think being human means?", having almost forgotten of the others you feel the sensation of different servos on your hips, Bombshell's helm rubbing on your shoulder, purring above your clothes, Kickback is looking at you from afar, his pleads at Sharpnel to "please let me touch, I want some too" get mixed with the "that's what we do, we make mistakes" and it's almost like an alarm, a warning, for you to run way from Sharpnel that has started to rub his hips against your belly, from Bombshell that is now sneaking his servos under your pants, from Kickback that is now licking the skin now reveled by the movement of the others.

You are surrounded, and far from it to create discomfort it makes you move along with them while catching Sharpnel's lips against yours again, kissing messily in ways you have never kissed anyone and hoping he doesn't get freaked out, he doesn't, imitating you and doing his own part, maybe you aren't the only one new with this, and it's evident in how he makes himself smaller to cup your ass with both servos, rocking you harder against his modesty panel, moving away his other companions with a hissing sound coming from his vox, pushing you down at the bed of blankets they built a week after you started to see them, placing himself above you while the others watch expectantly, "I'm going to crown you, you" he growled, almost like a menacing promise, and if he was trying to drive you away he gets the contrary to what he desires when you legs lock him close to you, and they seem happy, because they start to chitter in the same way they always do when you appear with food, if only they seem more excited.

"Sometimes out of those mistakes come the most amazing things" your cellphone is long forgotten, maybe one of them steeped on it along the way and stopped the video, you don't mind, you don't care anymore, you only cling to that chance when Sharpnel finally reaches inside of you, his voice promising endlessly to keep you warm, feed and everything in between what your little organic heart so desires as his servo holds firm your hand, the other keeping your head near, your lips on him, as Bombshell grips you close and Kickback puts his digits where Sharpnel is claiming you.

There is no turning back, not that you would want so in the first place.

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

Waiting for my telemed appointment. An appointment that was at 10:23am...and it's now 11:22am. Nurse called at 10:30am to go over everything and told me I'll receive a link for the appointment. It's been nearly an hour.

I had a shorter wait as a walk-in at the clinic.

Why not do a walk-in today? I went to urgent care on Monday for this issue (suspect UTI), then they sent me to the ER, and the ER told me to go to a gynocologist because it may be a yeast infection. Saw her on Wednesday. She wasn't sure, but gave me medicine for it because it might be. Took the medicine yesterday (Friday), and today my bladder feels like it's going to explode. Urine has been cloudy all morning, if I can manage to pee seeing as I'm going every five minutes. It feels like liquid fire!

I told the nurse the last time I had a UTI, it kept coming up negative in the urine sample. The doctor who treated me sent me home with a cup to collect a sample first thing in the morning. Lo and behold, it came up positive!

I'm in pain. My bladder will not shut up or calm down. Even after using the toilet, it still burns. Maybe I have both infections? I wouldn't be surprised if that's the case.

Now I need the fucking doctor to send me a link for this appointment. I need antibiotics before this moves up into my kidneys. That's what happened to my mom. She was asymptomatic, then she just...collapsed and had to remain in the hospital for over a week because the UTI had turned into a kidney infection.

And as of now, it's 11:31am.

UPDATE!

The reason the doctor was late is due to their telemed system being a brat. She called me directly, told me she 100% believe me because everything I'm describing is exactly what a UTI is, and she has the same problem with it being detected. I've got a prescription waiting to be picked up, and the medicine covers nearly every bacteria that causes UTI. She also told me the number of UTIs has shot up in the last three weeks because when stress is high, it can lead to a UTI. Recent events are definitely the cause.

Oh, and she said the fluconazole will prevent the yeast infection the antibiotic may cause, so it's a good thing I have it in my system now. I always develop a yeast infection when I use antibiotics. I'm also to drink lots and lots and lots of water, and herbal tea is also something she suggested. I take a cranberry supplement everyday, as suggested by the doctor who treated me for kidney stones twice in the same year (mine are made almost entirely of salt, which is why my diet is extremely low in sodium). Cranberry juice makes my mouth feel weird, but I'm not allergic to it. I just don't like the weird feeling.

My pharmacy is open on Saturdays, which is a fucking relief because I've been dealing with these symptoms since Friday of last week.

UPDATE 2

Four pots of herbal tea and two doses of the antibiotic have already brought relief. It doesn't feel like I'm passing molten lava, though it stinks all to hell and then some when I do urinate. Still cloudy too.

I'm feeling better though! Another nine days of the medication, and this infection will be gone. Hmmm...I may run out of a few teas between now and then.

[mparkmed1985]

Burning on Urination

[i-eat-worlds]

A&F Platonic Omegaverse AU Part Two

Shhhhh don’t ask about Starcross this was for me lol

Part One

Thanks to @wounds-seen-and-unseen , @whumpy-daydreams , and all the lovelies on discord for helping with the medicine in this!

Content: A/B/O dynamics, hospital setting, medical whump, made up omegaverse medical BS that I took way to seriously, seizures with loss of bladder control, medic caretaker(s), mentions of urine and “slick,” partial nonsexual nudity, sick/ill whumpee, allusion to threatened rape

Alex laid curled up on a bed in the ER, listening to the relentless beeping and dinging and chiming coming from all around her. She was cuddling with a pillow, the articial scent it was covered in entirely unhelpful. Her breathing was better now, the lump in her throat gone, but because she was allergic to whatever drugs they used to calm her heat, and it was in full swing.

The cramps were awful, bringing tears to her eyes and making movement impossible when they reached their crescendo. Her skin was sweaty, even though she was barely clothed, and all her joints were achy and sore. Loneliness tugged at her heart, like it had done after her mother had passed.

This heat was really fucking her up.

She rolled over, carefully not to tug on her lines. The last thing needed was another stupid alarm going off. It was already too much. On top of everything else, the skin between her legs was slippery with slick, and it made her queasy to think about.

Tindley had threatened her with it briefly, reminded her that no one would believe that she didn’t want it. His voice, so polite and calm and fucking concited, was drilled into her head. It made her cry just thinking about it.

Another cramp assaulted her, forcing her mouth open as she wailed in pain. They were becoming more and more frequent, and each one was stronger than the last. It felt like her belly was on fire, like her skin was burning. She just wanted it to stop.

Tears poured down her face as the cramps got even more intense, reaching an agonizing crescendo. A miserable grunt fell from her lips as she gripped the sheets, trying to fight it off.

Her mind felt cloudy, like she was trying to think through molasses. It was easiest just to float, to curl up and try to ignore the crushing feeling of loneliness that was wrapped around her chest. There was an endless ruckuss outside, people running back and forth outside her room, but she remained in a tight ball on the bed, legs pulled up as close to her chest as she could get them.

Time continued to ooze by, but, eventually, there was a knock at the door. “It’s Sil, your nurse. Can I come in?”

Her heart jumped at the idea of being within proximity of another person, and she hated it. “Come in,” she groaned.

There was a brief pause, and then the door slid open. He smiled at her as he approached the bed, red scrubs bright against the cream whites and dull grays of the hospital room. “Hey Alex, I’m here to take you up to the omegaology ward, yeah?”

“Finally.” She squeezed her eyes shut, recoiling as another cramp rolled through her. That was rude. “Sorry…”

Sorry shook his head. “It’s alright. It’s no fun being stuck in the ER.” He pulled the bed rails up, clicking them into place.

“It’s not.” She nestled her face into the pillow, glad the artificial scent was starting to wear off.

After making sure she had her personal effects, Sil unlocked the wheels. “Let’s get you out of here, yeah?”

She hummed and nodded, curling up more under the blankets as he started to push the bed down the hallway and towards the elevator. Sil seemed nice enough, and his scent was calm and much sweeter than Tindley’s had ever been, even though it was dulled by the blockers. It still didn’t fill the aching pit of loneliness inside her chest, but it was better than the synthetic stuff, by miles and miles. Eventually, the elevator dinged, and Sil pushed her out of the elevator.

Because of the later hour, the hallways were quieter, empty of everyone except staff, and Alex appreciated it. She knew she had to smell awful, practically noxious. Her own nose could pick up the smell of something burning, and if she had to guess, it was her own distress scent. It was a miracle that the nurse hadn’t turned green yet, as bad as it was.

A wave of exhaustion washed over her as Sil passed through a set of double doors with “Omegology” written on them in large letters.

Sil was looking down at her. “You with me, Alex?” She was rolled into the room.

His voice grew more distant as he spoke, and the darkness closed in before she could respond.

***

She woke up on her side, head pounding and mind foggy. Exhaustion pulsed through her body along with the pain, and she had to blink the cobwebs away before she could really take stock of what was going on.

Someone appeared in her line of sight, what looked like several pounds of cards and badges dangling from a bedazzled retractable holder that was clipped to their scrubs. Their voice drowned out the muted discussion that was happening between the several other people in the room. “You’re okay.” They said calmly. “You had a seizure.”

Oh. That explained it then.

“Do you know what your name is?” She could get the sweet, muted scent of an Omega with blockers on from them.

“Alex,” she mumbled. Her stomach churned, a vomitous feeling filling the back of her throat. The area between her legs was wet, both with slick and, she quickly realized, urine. She could feel something plasticky over her mouth and nose.

“Do you know where you are?” The person said again, badges swishing and clattering against each other as the plastic rhinestones glittered in the light. It was bright. She didn’t like it.

That was obvious, wasn’t it? “Hospital,” she grumbled. There was a harsh light shining in her eyes, and she couldn’t help but shrink away. “Yep. Do you know about what time it is?”

Not really. She hadn’t seen the sun since they wheeled her into the ER from the ambulance. ��Evening?”

“It’s about eight, yeah,” they confirmed. Someone was messing with her arm.

“My turn,” she said sleepily. “Who’re you?”

They smiled at that. “I’m Aarav. I’m a nurse from the Omegology ward.”

“Did I move?” Her eyes threatened to slide closed again, and she fought to keep them open.

“Yes. You’re up on the Omegology ward now. Avia’s your nurse, and she’s also here.” They gestured to another person with short black hair and almond shaped eyes, who was standing at her bedside, drawing blood from her arm. Their scrubs were the same muted blue as Aarav’s.

Aarav’s eyes moved up, and she followed them, finding another person in a long white coat, whose hair was pulled back in a loose curled ponytail. “That’s Dr. Santos, yeah?”

She nodded tiredly, the world still fuzzy. “Okay…” There was a prick in her finger.

The person-Aarav-smiled at her again. “We’re gonna get you cleaned up and check you out, alright?”

She nodded tiredly, stomach turning at the idea of having so many hands on her. “M’sorry.”

“It’s alright, happens all the time,” Aarav said. Another face appeared next to him. Hazily, she recognized it as the doctor’s.

“Hey, Alex, I’m Dr. Santos.” She could get the faintest hint of Alpha off of her. “I need you to follow my finger, alright?”

Alex lazily tracked the gloved digit across her field of vision, moving her eyes left and right and then up and down. Dr. Santos seemed happy with her performance, at least.

“That’s good.” Her fingers slid into Alex’s hands. “Can you squeeze my fingers for me?”

She clenched her fingers as tight as she could, muscles still feeling weak.

The doctor continued to work, asking a million different questions and making her do all sorts of weird tests. She tried her best, but she was just so, so tired. It probably didn’t even take all that long, but time felt strange and porus. Finally, though, the doctor seemed to be done. “I’m going to let Aarav and Avia get you cleaned up now, alright?”

Alex hummed, still trying to keep her eyes open. Even with all the people around, she still felt lonely. She wanted the pillow back, as stupid as it made her sound.

The nurses started to unfold a blanket over her body. “Can you hold this up for me?” Aarav said, passing the blanket to her. A shiver ran up her spine as Avia reached under the blanket to pull off the rest of her covers, rolling them down the bed.

“Thank you,” Avia said, and she nearly belched at the way her body glowed at the praise. “Can you roll towards Aarav? I’m going to get you cleaned up.”

Aarav offered his hand to her, but she ignored it, heaving herself over on her own. She didn’t even meet his eyes, despite the torch of loneliness burning inside her. This was why she was on the damn suppressants in the first place, so she didn’t have to deal with this shit ever again.

The nurse laid a towel underneath her, then started to gently wash between her thighs. Even through the nitrile gloves, the touch made her crotch feel disgusting and warm. She’d just slicked all over the nurse's hand.

Heat rushed to her face, and she resisted the urge to pull her legs in. “M’sorry,” she mumbled.

“It’s alright, it’s a very normal response,” Avia replied, continuing to wipe her down.

She tried to respond, but all that same out was a tired her groan. All her body wanted to do was soak up the touch, and she hated it. Heats always made her feel disgusting. The feelings it caused never felt like hers.

After several more passed, Avia pulled the wipe away and recovered her backside with the blanket. They were nice enough as they helped her change clothes and swapped the sheets out underneath her, and Alex wondered if they’d pick up that touch was….weird for her, at the very least.

As they were starting to clean up and leave, Aarav seemed to notice her curled up posture. “Do you want a cuddle pillow?”

“Jus’ no scent,” she groaned, nose wrinkling at the thought of its painfully artificial odor.

The pillow was quickly laid out next to her, and she immediately buried her face into it. It made her chest twinge, for some reasons, but it helped with the cramps, and that was still an improvement.

“Thank you,” she hummed quietly.

“It’s not a problem,” he placed the call button carefully on her bed. “We’ll be in to check on you at some point, but push the button if you need us, alright? Any thing else I can get you?”

“M’fine.” She nodded again, eyelids feeling heavy. The exhaustion made it easier to ignore the deep, nagging feeling of wrongness that was nestled inside her chest, but even as the nurses slipped out the door and closed it quietly behind them, she knew she wouldn’t be sleeping tonight.

Taglist: @pigeonwhumps @rainydaywhump @painful-pooch @rainbowsandwhumperflies

@snaillamp @whumpacabra

[riverevanss]

Unexpected Company - Part 1

Fandom: The R/ings of P/ower Pairing: E/lrond P/eredhel, D/urin IV. - friendship for now Summary: D/urin has never met an Elf before. And now - after getting saved from a bunch of hills trolls - he's locked in a dusty house with one. A strange one, mind you, as the Elf, E/lrond, won't stop with his strange, annoying noises, which are unfamiliar to D/urin.

Durin has never met an Elf before. He, like every other Dwarf, was told stories about Elves being weird and interesting, creatures others should not interact with because they didn’t interact with others either. All his life, Durin thought Elves were distant and thought more about themself than they should have. 

Probably this was the case for some of them, but as Durin was watching the - not even that tall - Elf standing in front of him, smiling at him with concern in his eyes, the Dwarf prince could hardly believe anything that he heard from his father was true. This particular Elf looked so much more different than Durin imagined - not like he didn’t look pretty. Still, Durin always thought Elves were ethereal beauties, with glowing eyes, sharp, pointy ears, and judgemental stares.

“Are you okay?” Asked the Elf quietly. His voice was just like his face - pretty, but a little bit rough, like his throat was hurting, or like someone who didn’t speak for a long time. “You just keep staring at me like you have never seen an Elf before.” Said the stranger.

Durin almost laughed, but he didn’t say anything, just continued to stare at the Elf. The stranger had curly, dark brown, nearly black hair, eyes that looked like the most beautiful gray orb, and a shy smile on his lips. His cheeks were a little flushed like he was embarrassed, but Durin didn’t really blame him - after all, he kept staring at his slim form half hidden by his dark turquoise-gold cloak.

“You’re welcome,” said the Elf finally after a quiet cough, which made Durin shake himself to look at the stranger.

“What do ya mean you’re welcome?” Asked Durin, then looked behind himself, where lay three dead trolls. Oh, yeah, he was so busy staring at the Elf that he almost forgot about how they met… “Ya didn’t save me, I was handling the situation perfectly” added the Dwarf, and the Elf laughed.

“Of course, I can see that” smiled the stranger. “My name is Elrond” He offered, still smiling.

Durin was close to telling him to leave him alone, to go to hell or something, but the Dwarf couldn’t help himself, and also flashed a quick smile towards the Elf - Elrond, as he called himself.

“Durin,” He said.

***

It was quiet. Durin was sitting next to the fireplace that Elrond successfully got working, and stared out of the window. After their quick introduction, the Elf offered Durin a shelter next to the woods. According to Elrond, it was once built by humans, but now Elves use it sometimes when it is needed.

“We don’t really come here, so it’s quite… dusty” added Elrond. He was watching Durin from next to the fireplace. The rain was still hitting against the window, and the dark was sometimes broken by lighting that followed the occasional thunder. It was a huge storm outside.

“Aye” nodded Durin, looking around. He was still hesitant about talking to the Elf, after all, he didn’t even know him. But he looked kind. Nice, even. “Dwarves don't really care about dir…”

“He’gnxt” 

Durin froze, then turned around to look at Elrond. For a moment he was confused and reached for his axe hearing the unfamiliar noise, something he had never heard before. But it came from Elrond, undoubtedly, because as Durin looked at him, he repeated the same strange noise. This time, it sounded a little bit different.

“Heh… he’gnxts”

The Dwarf stared at the Elf. Elrond’s fair face looked a little confused, he was looking towards the fire, with cloudy eyes, lips half parted. His nose wriggled, like he was smelling something uncomfortable, then he took a sharp inhale, and squeezed his eyes shut. He ducked his face in his left elbow, and then…

“Heh’gnxht… h’ETSHIEW” 

Durin jumped at the second sound, because while the first… well, three times the noises coming from the Elf were quiet, the fourth was quite loud, which gave a Dwarf a little scare. 

“Excuse me,” said Elrond quietly, and his face was now definitely flushed from embarrassment. 

“Excuse… what exactly?” asked Durin, confused, looking at the Elf. “What the hell are those… Please tell me you’re not dying or something like that” he added, raising his eyebrows.

“No, I’m merely just… he’ghnxt” he ducked again, shaking his head a little annoyed this time. “Bothered by the dust” he added, face still behind his left hand. Meanwhile, with his right, he was looking for something in his cloak, then pulled out a white cloth thing. “Heh… heh”gnxnt”ghxnt… arghh."

Well, at least Durin definitely recognized the noise of frustration, even if he still had no idea what was happening. The last two... something scared a little but Durin, because it sounded like the Elf didn't even have time to breathe between them.

Elrond threw an apologetic glance towards the Dwarf from behind his hand, then he turned, so Durin only saw his back. And then he… blew in the cloth with his… nose?

Durin shook his head. Elves were certainly… curious creatures. He just hoped that it wasn’t some magic that Elrond was doing.

“Excuse me.” Elrond turned back. His eyes were still a little cloudy and red, as well as the skin around his nose, but at least he stopped with those strange noises. “I won’t sneeze this much once I get more used to the dust, bu… but… he”gnxgt… sorry… As I said, once I get more used to the dueh… heh’TSHIEW… I give up.” Elrond shook his head, then turned around again to blow his nose into the cloth.

“Quit apologizing!” Snapped Durin, who was more frustrated about not understanding something than Elrond apologizing. “Instead, tell me what the hell are you doing, would you?” He asked, still eyeing the Elf with suspicion. 

It was Elrond’s time to be confused. He turned back towards Durin, the cloth still in his hands, holding it over his nose. His eyes grew wide, and then he ducked again, but this time he was silent - his eyes squeezed shut again - like he was in pain -, and he jerked forward from some kind of force, but he didn’t give a single noise.

“Durin, you’re telling me that you have no idea what a sneeze is?” He asked, confused, tears in his eyes.

[ura-niia]

No thoughts head empty

Knocks on his head

hellooo?? hellooo???

Absolutely nothing in there chat.

[traditional-latin-math]

I am once again begging for the men in my office to learn how to flush the fucking urinal.

Also, whoever used it last before me needs to see a doctor, bro's pee is so cloudy it's OPAQUE.

[blacktowbarony]

d100 Spells, part 5 - Sea Magic

Sea Magic

Magic that involves water or aids voyages across it. Known to magical sailors, mermaids, and river dragons.

Sobek’s Gift - A portal to the elemental plane of water L feet in diameter opens nearby for 5 seconds. Water gushes out, totalling L × L × 50 gallons. L in 20 chance of a surprised crocodile coming through too.

Fog Cloud - Dense fog spreads out from you up to a 30ft radius.

Locate Brothel - Named by sailors for its most frequent use, but allows the target to sense the direction of the nearest building or business of any one type specified by the caster.

State Change - Evaporate or freeze L cubic feet of any liquid.

Head Bubble - L targets can breathe in any environment for 1 hour, or 1 target for L hours.

Sea Legs - For L nearby creatures, maintaining balance is not an issue. Nothing can make them fall, not even losing consciousness.

Albatross - Turn into a colossal albatross for L hours. You can carry ½ L people (round down) on your back but can’t cast spells. If you are killed in albatross form, your slayer is cursed to have disadvantage on all rolls as long as you stay dead.

Stormspeech - Change the weather to powerful winds, dark and cloudy, calm and sunny, or heavy rain.

Water’s Memory - Touch a body of water and learn the identity of the most dangerous creature in the water, or whether a creature you specify has been in the water recently.

Self-Potion - A willing target can jump into a bottle to fill it as a coloured liquid, aware of their surroundings. The target reforms after L × 10 minutes or when the bottle smashes. If someone drinks the target, the target can control the drinker until urination. If the liquid is significantly divided when the target reforms, the target reforms from the largest quantity and is weak with dehydration.

[disagigglebilities]

Taking a urine test to prove to my doctor my urine be cloudy as shit and also maybe to figure out why