#Doing great just need to breathe normally

[crazyvik97rpg]

Sebastian was still pretty drowsy and confused at first. His vision was a tiny bit blurry still as he blinked a few times but he so recognized William of course. He felt a warm hand against his own, squeezing gently, and then he heard his voice, speaking so softly and soothingly. Oh...he felt at ease right away. He wasn't alone and he also remembered what happened. William mentioned the surgery and that all went well.

That's when he widened his eyes a little bit more, argh the bright, white light was hurting a little. He remembered he had a surgery. Gosh...was it already over again? He felt so nervous before and now...it was all done? It was a weird feeling. He could barely move at first, heard this beeping sound right next to him and upon shifting a little - moving his toes, tensing his muscles in his legs and body, squeezing William's hand back - he felt the soreness, slight pain, the sensation of bandaids and bandages on his body. And of course the the sensation of the oxygen mask still on his face. He took a deep breath.

It took a while for Sebastian to properly wake up. His head still felt woozy but the pain meds were doing their job, so he felt somewhat okay. He didn't feel nauseous, his mouth only felt dry as a desert. But at least William was here - he kept squeezing his hand, Sebastian kept looking at him, his lips softly curved into a smile. And then eventually his voice started working again too - sounded a bit hoarse but oh well.

"Dove...all is done already...? ...Just a second ago I was still...I was still in there...", he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment then. He was still sleepy for sure. But the effect of the anesthetic was slowly wearing off after all.

It was in the next second that a nurse came in to check on him, having noticed that he woke up already. "Mr Michaelis, up and awake already?", she smiled, as she came to swiftly check on his vitals. Heart monitor looked normal and there was still enough fluids and pain meds in the IV bags. "How are you feeling? I will check your oxygen levels and blood pressure, so don't worry, it won't hurt", she spoke, as she started doing her work. It was a swift procedure, really - Sebastian kept holding William's hand with his bad arm, while the nurse checked everything using his good arm.

"I'm-...I'm feeling fine, I think", he hummed and he watched her, as she put the device for checking his blood pressure around his arm. This only took a few minutes.

"That's great to hear. How is your pain?", she also asked, "Do we need to increase your dose or are you feeling fine? Nauseous as well?"

"...Mmh no...well...a bit sore. No nausea thankfully...dry mouth."

"In case the pain gets worse, just say a thing, then we increase the dose. Soreness is normal, I'm afraid", she hummed, and once done with taking the blood pressure, she had another look at the bandages, just to make sure there were no signs of swelling or bleeding. Sebastian was quite chopped up, then sewn back together. The wounds were not big, just some around his collarbone and chest, under his arm as well, all with big bandaids on top - on top of that, he also had a drain, to collect the fluid now that the lymph nodes were gone.

For I have sinned...

The principal cleared his throat, eyes scanning the notes that he had wrote down before this meeting. It already lasted an hour, and the teachers gathered in the faculty room were becoming restless and bored. But indeed there were some things to discuss, with the concert that the senior class was supposed to perform at the end of the semester, and with recent staff changes. 

William glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. His class was starting in 15 minutes, so at least, whether the meeting will be done soon or not, he will get to excuse himself. He looked out of the window, his mind wandering. Principal’s voice turned into white noise in the background. It was a pleasant day, late summer. But William was looking forward to a slightly cooler weather. Wearing all black could really be bothersome at times. 

“And lastly, I am pleased to announce that we have finally found replacement for the violin teacher. Dear Mr Tanaka, may he rest in peace, was with us for so many years that I’ve been concerned we won’t be able to find someone as good as to fill this position.” the principal spoke. “But Mr… Michaelis, was highly recommended to me, and he indeed has impressive references. He will be starting this week, so please welcome him warmly once he will arrive. Ah yes… about that. He will arrive today at noon, I need someone to pick him up from the train station and bring over for the tour around the school. Any volunteers?” 

William was barely listening, and definitely not paying much attention. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that it was time to leave, as his class was about to start. He raised his hand to excuse himself, and little did he know, he just volunteered.

“Father William! Excellent!” the principal exclaimed. “Just don’t be late, the train arrives at noon.”

“Train…?” William questioned, raising his brow. He had a feeling he was missing something…

***

Right after the meeting, William had to run for the class, so he had little time to clarify what exactly he had volunteered for. He was a piano teacher in this Music Academy, but also he served as a priest in local church. Well respected, and rather liked. So when he later found out it was about the new violin teacher, he didn’t refuse. Who, other than himself, would be a better choice to introduce a newcome to their community?

So even though he raised his hand by accident, he accepted this fate.

After classes, at noon, William took a taxi and drove to the train station, to pick up their new teacher. Wearing black trousers, and a black shirt with a thin tie, was absolutely dreadful in this weather, so William quickly found shelter under the roof of the station platform, that provided some shade.

The train had just arrived. William had no idea how Mr Michaelis looked like, but he figured he will just look for someone carrying a violin case with them. 

He was in for a bit surprise.

@crazyvik97

[moodymisty]

Part 1

Author's note: I love him

Relationships: Mortarion/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mortarion's confession, NSFW flashback in the beginning with male masturbation, vomit (nonsexual and unrelated to NSFW scene), gross Morty body stuff, he has zero rizz

The repeated hiss of his respirator is heavy in the stagnant air of the hall, only occasionally losing its smooth crescendo and decline when his throat hitches. His breathing has never been normal- he stopped caring about that sort of thing long ago.

Pale eyes glance around again.

You should be here by now; But he spots nothing familiar.

Did you decide- to for the first time since he first cast his eyes on you- to disobey him? Did something else distract you?

His mind fills with imagery of you wandering off somewhere else, to someone else- and in an impulsive fit of doubt he decides that he would have one of his men drag you here if need be.

He could, and if anything the behavior would be expected of him. Encouraged. You don't make the Pale King wait.

But yet... He waits- patiently- eyes flicking to the entryway every twenty seconds or so. A primarch standing around like a beaten dog waiting for it's master.

Embarrassing.

Attempting to clear his throat Mortarion shifts beneath his clothes, feeling the way they almost stick to his skin. He bathed himself relatively recently by his standards- though instead of the stick of grime and dirt, it's the catch of dried sweat from no less than an hour ago.

He can still feel that sensation in the back of his head, the aftershocks of thoughts and actions forbidden. He hates how this one has lingered. They've all begun to.

His cock throbbed, leaking over his gaunt, pale fingers and making his shaft slicker- and the feeling even more pleasant.

He covered his face full of a warranted shame, grunting and huffing as he ground into his own hand like some sort of feral street dog. His knees cracked, his back ached- he imagined the callused give of his hand was warmer, wetter, tighter- squeezing around him. Pushing back. Trying to push him out; The difference in size too great. The way he was bent made the imagery more vivid, like you were pinned underneath him.

If he closed his eyes tight enough, he could just picture it, though the image was just out of reach- his fingertips ghosting the very edge but unable to grasp it.

He stained the fabric of his bed once he was done, shoving it into the fireplace to burn. No one will ever see the scattering of fabric that is yet burned, nor would they question it even if they did.

How much farther can he let himself fall? Enough that he's found himself overtaken by desires that he once thought were pointless- inconvenient and only satiated out of maintenance, desperate for something he knows he cannot have?

Maybe... Perhaps if he-

If you refuse him, he can abandon this entire pursuit- throw himself back into his work and give not a single thought to you again. You could leave The Endurance and he wouldn't even know you were gone, lost among an endless sea of pointless existences.

Because he can't... he can't keep doing this.

It's consuming his mind- You are consuming his mind.

You eat away at it like a disease bent on devouring him more than the poisons of Barbarus ever have; At least they never impeded with his mental capacity.

As you do right now- your soft eyes eat away at his dried, scarred skin like a flesh eating plague as you come to stand before him, and now his tongue feels as if it's made of lead.

He called you here- coming to you would seem too desperate- and your first words had been to apologize if you had offended him. A smart intuition, because you did offend him; You offended him by refusing to leave his mind, you offended him by refusing to leave him be in the sanctity of his warship, you offended him by offering him what he can only describe as pity.

But pity wears away; You've stayed, endured where your fellows left. For what reasons kept you going? Kept you here? He'd like to know.

"I," Mortarion hesitates for a moment. "I wish to speak to you about a particular matter."

This is it. He is just going to do it. Just get over this, and if you refuse? if you run away from him in fear or disgust? He's down his last remembrancer.

boo hoo. He never wanted them anyhow.

His rusty armor clunks against each other as he shifts. You watch him with expectancy, a soft look on your face that has Mortarion almost at a loss for words, if only for a moment.

He should take off his respirator for this.

It's clunky, gets in the way, he feels like it muffles his speech and baseline humans have trouble understanding him. Their paltry hearing, though it is fact. Though he's never remembered you having an issue with it.

He can feel your eyes watching keenly as he starts to unfasten in, accidentally tangling his hair a bit at the nape of his neck. He hears the hiss as it unseals, and he pulls it away from his face to fasten it to his belt. He feels ok, and takes on full breath of cool Terran air before opening his mouth to let the first unmuffled word pass.

But before a single word can leave his lips he instantly rips into a massive cough, covering his mouth with his hands. He feels spittle and blood from popped blood vessels hit his palms, and his ribs shift uncomfortably as he keels over. He can feel the way his lungs are ripping themselves apart, filling with blood and mucus. The next cough sends him to his knee, his leg plating hitting the ground hard enough to crack the tile beneath him.

He can barely make out your expression standing before him as tears prick the corners of his eyes, and another burst of coughs tear at his throat like the claws of a gauntlet.

You look horrified.

He tries with all his might to tense his throat and halt the hacking, but only manages to suck in just enough breath that it brushes the back of his throat and makes it all worse.

You take a step closer to him, but it's clear there's nothing you can do to help him.

"L-Lord Mortarion! Are you-"

From the incessant coughing his throat seizes up so much, his stomach muscles ache in pain, and he feels a familiar rising warmth in his face and mouth.

No. No no no no no-

Fulgrim's banquet feast from the night before suddenly rises in his throat, then his mouth, and before he can even try stopping it- it's running through his fingers and all over the floor with a disgusting splatter.

After harsh fit of coughing wracks his body, slowly feeling the ache in his chest of his lungs finally healing before it finally secedes; He wipes his eyes to see you standing and staring at him in shock, the primarch's dinner all over the floor in front of you.

Mortarion has had a long life; Longer that yours, by a decent margin. Embarrassment was never something he dealt with.

Now, he feels like he is quite literally going to explode. If the ground were to open up and swallow him, he would probably acquiesce to his fate with little complaint.

No one would miss him. Plus he's sure Garro and Typhon would manage just fine without him.

"Are..."

You look at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape. He can see your lips twitch as you try to find the words. He perhaps would understand if your little brain couldn't find any.

"...Are you ok?"

He doesn't quite know how to answer that question, honestly.

His lungs have degraded and rebuilt themselves enough to breathe this cool, poison-less air, and while he had anticipated some coughing, he failed to remember just how... Intense, it could get.

He should have known eating last night was a mistake.

You just seem worried, however- looking at him like he's going to fall right over hands outstretched towards him. You look at him like he's sick, but sick in a way that would could in theory help.

You take a step forward, much to his surprise; Though of course not close enough to risk slipping.

By the Throne- the half thought of that crosses his mind and he wants to cast his own head into his bedchamber's fireplace.

"I-" Mortarion lets out another brief cough; Of which thankfully doesn't lead into another fit. "I am fine."

He is fine- his lungs have adjusted and the air doesn't burn his throat, but you don't seem to take his words seriously. With the deftness of your thin fingers you unwrap the shawl around your shoulders, handing it to him.

"...Here."

He doesn't get what you mean by this at first, staring at the patterned fabric like it in some way offended him. You gesture it out to him again, and he then realizes you're offering it to him to clean up, of which he then begrudgingly grabs, before wiping the bile out of the corners of his mouth and fingers.

The soft fabric of your clothing now destroyed, he balls it up in his fist and holds onto it, discontent to ever dare try and return it to you soiled.

"Lets, lets get you something to drink. I would think you might need one right about now..."

You reach to grasp his hand- the clean one- and try to pull him along, of which he allows, surprisingly.

He lets himself get toted along by someone half his size; A pathetic sight.

He continues to let it happen until you find a serf you can order to get some water, and Mortarion can shirk off to clean his hand and face.

His mouth doesn't taste like bile anymore, at least.

When he sees you again after he's cleaned up, there's an odd look on your face. Your wring your wrists nervously.

"...You were going to say something?" You look at him expectantly, before clarifying. "Before you started coughing, you... You said you wanted to talk to me. What was it?"

He had.

He had wanted to tell you how he felt, and instead he had humiliated himself by coughing blood and vomit all over the floor. He displayed right in front of you that he is a broken, sick and decayed excuse for a man; He was built for death and war, not... this. The fact that he's even allowed himself to make a fool out of himself like this is an embarrassment to the entire legion and reputation he's crafted.

How you could ever look at him the way he so boldly, pathetically, desperately wishes when he- a primarch- just displayed what a vile excuse for a human he is?

Mortarion swallows thickly like there's a literal knot in his throat, before just turning around and walking away.

[docdudo]

Hi!! I want to start by saying I absolutely love your writing! It’s great writing and is pretty good for me to understand (English isn’t my first language).

I just wanted to ask, How do you think poly hybrid 141 would react to adopted reader getting sick?? And I mean really sick, like a good case of the flu that takes a whole week, like 7 days and antibiotics to go away??

I could see them being so worried and stressed, taking her to doctors and everything because they get better in 24-48 hours with their fancy strong immune systems! I also wonder if adopted reader would be confused by going to the doctors, because if anything happend while in previous foster homes, she was told to just figure it out and get better on her own.

You are right about one thing: hybrids have a better immune system than humans do!

Humans are considered weak and frail in every sense of the word. That includes their health. In fact, a human's health is so discussed that specialists from other races all study the human body constantly so they would be able to treat one, would they ever needed it.

(Because of the lack of total humans on this universe, it's rare to find a human doctor, for example. So, other races have to cover for them in a lot of different fields. There are programs and organizations in this world that entierelly foucused on making sure the few humans that exist would get the care they need. So, for example, if you are a doctor and also specialize on taking care of humans beside some other race, you would probably be paid more by the governement).

Now, little reader getting sick? Like, really sick? Yeah, that house is turning upside down. As hybrids, the whole 141 pride themselves on being good caretakers and providers. They also know how much more frail humans are compared to them.

But know is different from experiencing.

Little reader would start off with the typical signs of the flu. Stuffy nose, throat a bit sore, a sluggish body. All that. But, as we all know, it's very quick for sickness to develop. And in the spam of a night, little reader is waking up with a high fever and a weak, useless body.

The 141 would notice almost immediatly. They can smell how sick you are, even from your room. That weird, almost sour smell that we can usually smell when we blow our nose.

Before you know it, you would probably be in Price's or Soap's arms, surronded by their warmth, hearing their cooed words that make zero to almost no sense to your sick and hazy mind.

And at first, they are very much panicking. They are calling the rest of their pack while cooing and conforting you, Laswell being the one to tell them to immediatly take you to the doctor.

And they do, everyone going on the car together, because if one of them had anything to do that day, it's immediatly getting canceled. They would still hold you close, on their laps, and every single one of them are cooing quietly at you. Even Ghost. Tho his "cooing" sounds more like his normal voice, just extra quiet and gentler than usual.

And it's true, you're not that used to going to the doctor. You usually never get that sick, and as a foster kid, it just doesn't happen often.

But, you were feeling pretty hazy, mind clouded and feverish. You barely remember going that first time to the doctor with them.

You barely remember the kind doctor that was trying his best to easy your foster parents' worries, and all the examination he did on you, even if you couldnt cooperate much with how confused you were.

You certainly got treated at the hospital and monitored until your fever came down a bit. After that, they send you back home with your parents, who had gotten a lot of new instructions and medicines to properly take care of you at home.

You took almost a full week to finally start getting better.

They would't let you sleep in your room anymore, since you got sick, you had been sleeping on their shared nest, with them. They would constantly check on your breathing and heartbeats, and would even feed you themselves and make sure you were plenty hydrated.

And even after you got better, they would still be extra careful and overbearing for a little while longer.

You can be sure that they would be taking extra measures now so that you never get sick again.

[oshinohoshi]

Oshi no Ko Chapter 165 thoughts

At this point we're just suffering.

I cannot get on board with Hikaru as a villainous mastermind. The fuck were we doing for the entire movie arc where he was shown in a sympathetic light? Why in ch 155 did he supposedly have a change of heart only for a plot twist to wreck everything?

It's not that Hikaru would have been absolved of responsibility for Yura's murder because he was abused. It's just that before the stupid Nino twist he wasn't an undeniable monster

Akasaka created someone more interesting, human, and who was flawed in a way that wasn't over the top, and then yanked it away

You're telling me that sad boy Hikaru who blamed himself for Ai leaving him began to manipulate Ryosuke and Nino mere months after the breakup? Please

Anyway... grief is terrible. This chapter was miserable to read

Some people are using this as an opportunity to shit on Kana which is ridiculous. Is slapping a corpse in front of his family not great? Yeah. Does she have every damn reason to? I'd say so

Heartbreak is not just a phrase. It actually hurts. It can cause chest pain, headaches, shortness of breath. There's something called broken heart syndrome which can be caused by grief or stress. It affects the heart's ability to pump blood effectively

Point being that grief is physically and emotionally painful and a breakdown is totally normal

I agree with Gotanda's reasoning about releasing 15 YRL, however the film is now inextricably tied to Aqua's death

Where is Ai in all this? Why isn't she on this poster??? I thought this was a film about her life

Her name may very well never be mentioned again despite being the backbone of this story

This is why cult leader Hikaru is the best character. He's the only person who has remembered her since ch 155

Judging by her white stars, Ruby is probably going to pull through. While I don't want a nihilistic end, we have ONE chapter left. Can this really be earned?

And can it be done in a way that doesn't accidentally portray Aqua's murder-suicide in a positive light in the sense that Ruby living on and achieving her dreams reinforces what Aqua died for?

Next chapter: So here we are, very nearly at the end of all things. I am glad you are here with me, OnK fan community. It's been a journey.

Send your good vibes to marillust, a super talented fanartist, who is really sad about losing Aqua. They're cycling between depression and denial and I really get that.

I feel like I have to defend my dislike of this ending by talking about previously established themes, bad twists, etc. in order to not be shouted down by the "what did you expect? This was always a tragedy" crowd, but I'm just gonna say it.

I wanted Aqua to move on and be happy! I wanted Ai's wish for her kids to grow up healthy to be fulfilled. I wanted Aqua to call both his mothers "mom." I wanted him to value his life and see that the people around him loved him and needed him.

I didn't want Ai's death to be meaningless. I didn't want Ruby to lose her most important person. I didn't want Miyako to lose her son, Kana to never get to say "I love you," and Akane to never rebuild her relationship with Aqua.

I wish we'd gotten this and this and a spinoff manga about this.

All right, it's fine. Deep breaths. Time to stare at Ai art until I feel better. Here's a sketch Mengo did of her riding a dragon. Isn't that cute?

[rotationalsymmetry]

countries are really big (and the US is really big for a country), made up of many many people, so one person's worth of difference is small and hard to see. The smaller the scale you look at, the easier it will be to see the difference you make (if you want to make a difference and know that you are making a difference.) And there are a lot of differences that are worth making on smaller scales.

I came of age right in the face of 8 years of Republican presidency and a corresponding (post 9-11) cultural shift towards the conservative, it happens. There are arguments to be made that Trump is worse than Bush, and they are reasonable arguments, but they also tend to focus on conditions within the US and I am very concerned with the whole world, and Bush was very bad for the whole world. Trump isn't great for the whole world, but I'm not convinced he's worse. (Also some things sucked in the US too! This was the age of "that's so gay" and a corresponding rise in school bullying of kids perceived as gay (accurately or not.) Things got worse in the 2000's than they were in the 90's, in this regard, and got better after. (Mostly because a ton of people put in a small amount of work over long periods of time to make it better.) This is common, things change with time, often in up and down ways.

Good things happen during Republican presidencies and bad things happen during Democrat presidencies, the person who's president matters but is not the only thing that matters. It is one thing among many things: how the news presents things, how people talk about things to their friends and family, what's going on in local and state governments, what nonprofits and advocacy orgs are doing/pushing for, etc. I used to be really into advocating for more bike lanes; picking one local cause you really care about can go a long way to seeing when what you do makes a difference in the world. It doesn't have to be a group thing either if you don't want; I notice when benches in my neighborhood are missing the middle bar (anti-homeless architechture); that's going to be the work of one or a couple people doing things on their own.

I like the point about language! This was a little thing, but a few months ago I ran into a woman who was lost who only spoke Spanish, and I ...sort of speak Spanish, and I was able to get her to where she needed to go. These opportunities do come up now and then, and more often if you seek them out (eg offer to write Spanish translations for an activist group's website or email newsletter or fliers or social media page.) I also occasionally run into a serious first aid situation, so I recommend taking a basic first aid and CPR class, and keeping your certification current if you already have. (Extra important for people who can't easily afford hospital/ER/urgent care visits.) (A lot of these aren't explicitly political, but that's ok, about 90% of what people NEED is not explicitly political.) (Some things like naloxone and CPR training are things where normally you'd *expect* to not actually use them -- it's a precaution, like wearing a seat belt or a mask, it's not going to matter most of the time, but on the rare/unlikely occasion that it does matter, it matters a lot.)

5. Doing stuff and emotional management aren't entirely the same thing. It is good to do stuff because stuff needs to be done -- whether you need to regulate your feelings or not. If you need to regulate your feelings and either don't conveniently have something to DO or it's not enough or you just want a different way to regulate your feelings, there's journaling, cbt stuff, RAIN, EFT/tapping, talking to a friend, breathing exercises, and lots of other things.

hi, hopefully this isnt a stupid question -- this is only my second election i'm voting in, and i'm a little confused about results. is it actually confirmed that trump has won, or is it just almost certain based on the counted votes? bc i know that provisional ballots (like mine) probably arent immediately counted, and there was that thing about votes needing to be verified because of signatures, plus to my knowledge the electoral college doesnt vote til december? i'm probably just grasping at an infinitesimal chance of things not being shit, but also i do actually want to understand and google is not helping :( if you can't explain no worries, you just seem to be knowledgable & willing to answer questions haha

This is absolutely not a stupid question.

So everything is currently pointing at what is most likely, not at what is 100% certain, but it's like 99% certain. There are still votes being counted, but in the states where the election has been called it has been called either because enough of the ballots have been counted that the remaining count wouldn't change the results, or that the area is historically so strongly in favor of one party that it's exceptionally unlikely that they'd flip the other way (for example, they're still counting california's ballots but you're more likely to get struck by lightning five times today than california is to flip red in this election). The places that have not yet been called do not have enough electoral votes for Harris to win the election.

The electoral college is exceedingly unlikely to flip their votes against the state/district vote; "Faithless electors" is the term for members of the electoral college who would vote against the vote they are committed to for their region. It was something discussed in both the 2016 election and the 2020 election and flipping the electoral college without winning the election was the motivation behind J6. As shitty and bullshit as I think the electoral college is, if you're going to have one and you're going to have the rule of law, you can't hope for faithless electors because what you're hoping for at that point is that the people representing you are acting directly against the choice of the voters.

I want you to listen to me. I have been voting in presidential elections since 2004. Presidential elections always suck. Who the president is does matter, and does impact your life, but you genuinely do not have a ton of influence over that so you can't let it throw you into despair and inaction, because we should be active and political and protesting the wrongs of the world even if your favored political party wins. Vote in local elections, work with your local community, and if your local community sucks too, work with online communities to both give and get support.

Whenever something like this happens, people pass around the Mr. Rogers quote about looking to the helpers. I like that quote. I think it's good, I think it's hopeful, I think it helps! But I also think that sometimes it's even more effective if you look for how to help. Who are you the most scared for after this election? Who are you worried about in your community or among your friends? What can you do that might make their life easier? What can you do to protect people like that in your community? What don't you know that might make you better prepared to help them in the future?

One thing that I think is a fantastic way to prepare to help is to either begin or continue learning a language that you don't know. I am working hard on my Spanish because I live in California and there are a ton of Spanish speakers here who I might be able to help. Is it directly aiding anyone right at this second that I'm practicing conjugation? No. But it might help someone who is being harassed by a cop, or who is unhoused and needs help, or who is being abused by an employer at some point in the future, and I can get myself ready to help. Learn how to use naloxone and pick up up an inhaler; you might not need it now, but it'll make you ready to help someone who does need it. Order free covid tests every chance you get, even if you don't need them, because then you can give them out to people who do need them. Plan B has a multi-year shelf life. Pick some up so that you've got some on hand if someone needs it.

Maybe there's nothing you can do right at this exact second (though if you are able to donate to gender affirmation fundraisers, border kindness, abortion funds, bail funds, etc., you can absolutely do that), but you can get ready to help someone who will need you someday.

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Fujin x Nurse Reader: Neonatal

Context: Fujin, a guest at a pregnant Sonya and Johnny's hospital room, meets a nurse who works on the exact floor.

(Yes, ik he could've possibly been in the void in canon while Sonya was preggers)

Warning: Angst(?) I don't want to spoil my own one shot lol ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The dim white lights flickered as Fujin slowly walked around the room his mortal friends were in.

Sonya Blade is finally due to birthing her first newborn. He felt honored to be invited to visit her and the soon to be father, Johnny Cage, but he felt he had no place in the room while she's in labor.

Not because the blond woman seemed snarkier than usual, specifically at Cage, but really, why should he be there? It wasn't his child being borne.

So, feeling slightly downed, the friendly wind god decided its best he waits out their door. Fujin would be happy to go back in after the child comes into the world.

The pretty silver haired male's boots echoed a slow rhythm down the halls. He really should be happy for them. He is happy for them. But also... he feels sad.

Children were a blessing to have. Little bundles of endless joy. A joy he will never know. And as much as he doesn't like to think, he's envious of the two involved mortals.

Fujin stops in his tracks. He's probably walking a little too far from the room. And he'd rather not cause any alarm to anyone, to whomever catches him in this silent, maybe soothing liminal space of a hall.

The shine of the lights reflected off the light blue tiles. When Fujin turns back, he notices his reflection in the window. However, his quite admirable appearance isn't what he focused on.

Through the window, he saw a tiny little human bundled in a blanket!

The demigod steps closer to the window. The baby was clearly asleep comfortably. So small. So adorable!

Fujin notices more cribs with more babies nesting in each one. Do they all come here soon after they enter the world?

Fujin looked back at the one closest. Placing a hand on the window, he fantasized the newborn as his very own. He wishes he could cradle them. Wish to hold them and keep them safe.

All he could do was smile at the sleepy bean. "I know you'll grow into something great, little one." He whispers.

Silence rose in the ambiance more. Fujin hadn't walked back to the room. All he just wanted to do was stay put and observe the many new babies.

Though it seemed all were asleep, doing literally nothing but breathing correctly,  they make Fujin happy.

"Which one is yours?" A sudden voice spoke up behind and Fujin flinches up.

Just out of nowhere, a nurse comes up on him. A neat smile on her face, not covered my the mask resting on her chin. H/c slightly shown beneath the blue cap.

No footsteps or anything. Not that the Lord noticed.

"O-Ohh... Pardon me. None of these are mine." Fujin informs the lady. "I just wanted to watch them."

From your perspective, you watched this man stand here for nearly twenty minutes, looking at the children. It's quite late. Maybe 2 am. He looks troubled.

"Ah. Are you a visitor?"

Fujin nods quietly before looking back at the window. "My friends are about to have their first child. I thought it would be more appropriate to be at a distance."

You walk to his side and also observe the youngings. "I hear you. Do you have your own?"

"Truly, I wish I could." You could hear the sadness in his tone. The silent assumption you made was based on appearance. He's not a normal human, obviously. You didn't mind!

Earthrealm has crazy things. Maybe he has really important things to tend to than to get settled!

"I hear you. I wish I had mine." You tell him with the same smile.

Your words didn't quite make sense to him. Looking at you, he questions with the need of elaboration, "I'm sorry?"

It's quite a private story indeed, but you don't care. Everything eventually worked out for you.

"I got to hold my baby girl for five months."

His glowing eyes widened at what you were telling him, then sympathy was given off. "I'm sorry you had to endure such an experience. I can only imagine what many pains came with that."

"No need to be sorry for me. Yeah, it drastically changed me, but I'm happy to work here. Like you, I wish I could have my own; but I'm happy to help parents nurture their newborn infants."

Fujin smiles softly at such optimism. "That's a very graceful thought."

"Thank you. I always try."

Muffled crying took both of your attentions. A baby in the row nearest to the window has woken up. Their wails are definitely louder in the room.

"What's wrong with that one?" Fujin asks with concern.

"Could be it's not used to being out the womb. Or just hungry." You casually say.

Patting his shoulder softly, you start to move on now. You're still on the clock. "I best get back to work now. I'm pretty sure I'm the only free one on the unit."

"Very well, I admired speaking with you."

Before Fujin walks back to Sonya and Cage's delivery room, he watches you work gently with the infants.

Your endurance inspires him.

*Boooonnnnussss æeugh*

Fujin was still seated outside the room before he abruptly heard a loud scream, muffled by the walls.

His heart skipped a beat. Should he go in there to check up on all of them? Make sure Blade is okay. She's a string woman, but Fujin doesn't mind at all if he needs to use his God powers to heal.

Opening the door, was the actor walking out in tears. Fujin looks at him, concerned.

"She broke my hand!" Johnny's voice shakes as he showed off the impressively swollen hand.... that was him yelling??

Fujin just looks even more worried as Cage ran off to get his broken hand treated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fujin would casually stare at newborns and be very fond.

I'd give him a kid fr😔

[mrmeowski]

🔞˚✦𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟔: 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 | 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐛✦˚🔞

Synopsis: You and Beel were assigned to cook in the kitchen. So you decided prepare a special treat for the brothers and the residents of the Purgatory Hall. Started as an innocent gesture quickly took a turn for the unexpected when an accident occurred. His hunger for sweets would turn to something more.

CW: Nipple sucking, counter sex, biting, rough sex, oral, hair pulling, overstimulation

Pairing/s: Beelzebub x M.Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Day 5: Praise Kink | Asmodeus»

It was a honest mistake, one that could have happened to anyone. Moments ago, you and Beel were having a great time baking together, laughing and chatting as you created adorable animal-shaped cookies.

But as you carried the batter, your feet seemed to have a mind of their own, and you slipped, landing on your bum with a thud.

"Fuck—" You cursed as you hit the pavement, the wind knocked out of you.

And before you could even process what had just happened, a heavy thump hit your chest, covering you in a mess of batter.

"[Name]!" He called out, rushing to your side with a look of worry etched on his face. "A-Are you okay?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

You sat up, looking down at your messy state, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Y-Yeah... I'm fine." You replied, trying to brush off the batter. "Sorry about the batter..." You trailed off, expecting him to be mad or upset.

But instead of anger, he was just silent, staring at you with an intensity that made you feel a bit uneasy. You glanced up at him, worried that perhaps he was mad, but his expression was not what you expected.

"Beel?" You called out, trying to break the silence, and it seemed to do the trick, snapping him out of his trance-like state.

"A-Ah.. it's alright, we can make some again!" He smiled cheerily, ruffling your hair, but there was a glint in his amethyst eyes that you couldn't quite put your finger on. 

As you stood up, helping yourself with the countertops, you turned to him with a smile.

"Well, give me a few mins, I need to change—"

"Change?" He asked, his voice laced with a hint of disappointment.

You nodded, expecting him to understand the reason behind your need to change.

"Yeah, can't be wearing this while baking," you said, cracking a grin, but it quickly faltered as you noticed the look in his eyes.

"But... it's such a waste!" He exclaimed, his finger getting closer to your chest.

You instinctively backed away, chuckling nervously, "Well, we can't just scrape it off my clothes right? So..." You shrugged, trying to play it off.

"I'm here," he said simply, his voice nonchalant. You felt blood rush to your cheeks as you realized what he was implying. No, he couldn't mean that. Perhaps you'd just give him some clothes and—

"I could lick it off," he added as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

You stood there, wide-eyed, unsure of how to react. How could he just say that so... normally?

Had you always looked this delicious? He wondered to himself. Well, he had always found you delicious, but not this much. It makes his heart beat wildly and his cock throbbing hard. Your figure alone makes him drool, but with how the batter's glued onto your skin, it was the cherry on top.

"Beel?" You called out again, trying to snap him out of his trance-like state.

But instead of responding, he simply pinned you against the counter, his head buried in the crook of your neck.

"Beel!" You gasped.

His mouth was on your skin, licking the spilled batter off, his teeth occasionally brushing against your neck, and his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

As he pushed you further into the counter, forcing you to sit on top of it, you felt something else between your thighs, something hard and pressing. His crotch was brushing against yours, his hardening erection evident even through the thick fabric of his pants.

Your breath hitched as you felt a rush of arousal, heart pounding in your ribcage.

As his eyes locked onto yours, you saw a glimmer of excitement and a hint of a grin spreading across his face. He began to travel down your body, his gaze now fixed on your chest.

His teeth grazed against the thin fabric of your apron and blouse, stopping when his lips felt the remaining batter that coincidentally lay atop of your nipple. You felt a jolt of electricity run through your body as his lips made contact with your skin, and you couldn't help but moan in response.

"W-Wait—" You managed to stammer out, your hand involuntarily grasping a fistful of his messy pumpkin-shaded locks of hair.

You were so sensitive, and this was the first time anything like this had happened. You knew sooner or later one of the brothers would lose control, and it seemed that Beelzebub was the first to succumb to his desires.

As he toyed with your nipple using his tongue soaking the thin fragments of your clothes, you could feel his hands wrapping around your waist, his fingers digging into your garments almost ripping them.

He muttered against your chest, "You taste so good..." His head continued to move further down your body, his lips and tongue tracing the curves of your skin until he was above your stomach.

As his fingers dug deeper into your clothes, ripping the sides of your blouse and apron.

"M'sorry [Name]... need more of you." But it was clear that he was beyond caring about your clothes at this point.

His eyes were fixed on the bowl of remaining batter, and his stomach was growling with hunger. He threw the ripped clothes aside like they were trash, and his hands reached for the bowl.

"Such a waste..." He growled, his voice low and husky. "You wouldn't mind would you, hm..?" He whispered, his head still resting on the crook of your neck.

You eyed the bowl of batter, and your brows knitted together in confusion.

"W-What do you mean?" You asked.

His eyes locked onto yours then he smiled, his teeth glinting in the light.

"I just... want to devour you." His hands reached for the bowl of batter, and he dipped his fingers into it, scooping out a generous amount. He raised his hand, and you saw that he was covered in batter, his fingers dripping with it.

Without warning, he smeared the batter all over your chest and stomach, covering you in a layer of the sticky substance.

As the cold batter hit your sensitive skin, you hissed in shock, your body tensing up in response to the sudden sensation.

"B-Beel! People could see us here—" You moaned, trying to protest, but your words when his teeth sank into you.

It was clear that Beelzebub was in no hurry to let you finish. He was savoring every moment, every sensation, and he didn't want you to come just yet. Not when he hadn't even felt your insides.

His hands slowly travelling down your pants and pulling them down before stopping right above the knees. You could only gasp for air, bitting your lips as he exposed your skin to the warm air.

He reached for the batter again, smearing it all over your thighs, and then, to your surprise, on the tip of your cock making you squirm.

As soon as he was finished, he knelt down whilst his mouth closed around your cock, his lips and tongue working together to send you into a world of pleasure.

His tongue danced around your cock with and his hands gripped your thighs lightly, holding you in place. You tried to stifle the moans that were building up inside you by covering your mouth with your hands, but it was no use.

Your toes curled up inside your shoes as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. Tears began to prickle at the corners of your eyes as his pace quickened, his mouth moving up and down your cock with a fervor.

"Beeeeel..." You moaned, the sound muffled by your hands.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore, and you felt yourself cumming in his mouth. He swallowed every last drop, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he pulled back and looked up at you.

"You taste so good..." He licked his lips, a mix of batter and your cum staining his tounge "N-Need more." With that, he stood up and began to take off his pants, the sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor making you jump.

You watched in a daze as he revealed his own cock, long and thick, and you couldn't help but wonder if it could even fit inside of you. He began to take off his own shirt, freeing his chiseled body. You felt like you were gazing at the body of some ancient Greek God.

"M'going to fill you up," he said, his voice low and menacing, sending shivers down your spine. "Goin' to make you feel so good..." He swiftly inserted himself into you, his cock sliding into your tight ass causing him to groan for how tight and warm it was.

The pain caught you off guard as your body struggled to adjust to his length, and you couldn't help but cry out as he began to pound into you roughly.

"Ah, Beel... it h-hurts," you moaned, your voice barely audible.

As if you weren't overstimulated enough, he leaned down, tongue tracing the curves of your body, licking off the batter from earlier. His actions also maed your sensitive cock grind against his stomach as he continued to move his hips.

He growled against your flushed chest, "Ah, [Name] s-sorry... just need more..." He bit down on your pecks, gaining a loud moan from you.

"Oh f-fuuuck..." You closed your eyes, your body trembling with pleasure.

You couldn't hold your moans any longer, nor did you care if someone heard or saw the two of you. Consequences later. It felt too good being unraveled by The Avatar of Gluttony to even beg him to stop.

He fastened his pace, getting closer to his climax, he became more aggressive, eating your body and leaving bite marks and hickeys everywhere.

After what seemed like hours of being rachised by him you felt the warm, slick cum shooting deep into your ass. You couldn't help but cum as well, painting his pecks with your own. Honestly, you felt like you were going to pass out any moment.

"I love you, [Name]..."

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Day 7: Morning Sex | Belphegor» [WIP]

[rita-repulsa-ke]

First Meeting

“What’s your name?”

“Rio.”

“You’re gorgeous, you know.”

“I do. I like to hear you say it, though.”

Agatha looked at the bodies around her, then back up at the woman leaning against a tree, toying with a knife and studying her as if she were a tome worth deciphering. She didn’t need to ask if the stranger was a witch or even what her specialty was—one look with the Sight and she could see how strong she was, a column of green and black flame, power such as Agatha had never seen.

So the only real question was whether Agatha would be able take her to bed before she inevitably killed her.

“What’s all this then?” Rio asked, flicking her knife to point at the bodies.

Agatha looked around the clearing, clicked her tongue in dismay, as though she’d only just noticed the desiccated corpses at her feet. “Would you believe I walked up and they were already like this?”

The other woman gave her a toothy smile. “Do you know, I wouldn’t?”

“Then I guess I probably killed them.” Agatha spread her hands, shrugged like ‘what are you going to do’. “Want to get revenge?”

“Hmm. Should I?” Rio strolled out and examined the bodies, poking one with a booted foot.

“Seems like the right call,” Agatha said, arms open, inviting attack. “Sisterhood and all that. Go ahead, give it your best shot.”

Rio burst into high-pitched, grating laughter, annoying to hear but pretty to watch. “Do people actually fall for that? You so clearly want me to blast you!”

“Honestly? All the time,” Agatha said, only a little disappointed. “But then, most people tend to overreact to this sort of thing. You’re taking it very well.”

“I’m used to bodies.”

“Ooooh. Very mysterious.” Agatha sauntered forward, keeping one eye on the knife and the other on Rio, the latter simply because she was great to look at. “I like a little bit of mystery. Keeps me on my toes.”

“I’d prefer to sweep you off your feet.”

Agatha was more and more pleased Rio hadn’t chosen to blast her straight away. This was going to be fun. “Normally, I do the sweeping. For you, I might make an exception.” She wouldn’t, but she knew a challenge when she saw one and she did love a challenge.

Even if the challenge in question had an extraordinarily grating laugh, a shrill shriek of delight. “Oh, Agatha Harkness, you’re going to be fun.”

Agatha went still. “How do you know my name?”

“I know more than that about you. The Salemite coven killer. Matricide. Witch-slayer.”

Agatha didn't react outwardly, except to cross her arms across her chest. "You're very well-informed."

"Well, you've killed a lot of people. That kind of thing gets my attention. And look at you, so much power for a single witch, and all of it stolen."

Agatha couldn't tell if she was being complimented or insulted. "Have a problem with that?"

Rio shook her head. "Not at all. I want you to keep going. I want more bodies. I'm greedy that way."

So the gorgeous green witch was also crazy. That was fine with her, sexy and crazy could be an exciting combination, at least for a while, and after that, well, there was all that glorious power, hers for the taking. "Come with me then," Agatha purred, her voice husky with promise. "I'll get you all the bodies you want."

For a moment, Rio fixed her with a look that speared her in place, a butterfly on corkboard. Her breath caught in her throat in a very literal sense, her lungs frozen in her chest, unable to expand. Something vast and unknowable examined her as she might have examined a particularly interesting bug, right before she crushed it underfoot.

And then Rio looked away and she found herself gasping for air. "Keep talking like that and you really might sweep me off my feet," the other woman said, her hands behind her head, the smile on her lips a bloody gash, a wound in the world.

For a brief moment, Agatha had the sense to be terrified.

Then she simply refused to be. So the other woman had some tricks, that only made her more interesting.

And Agatha had some tricks of her own, especially in this particular game.

She stepped forward, cupped the back of Rio’s neck and pulled her closer, then kissed her, a rapacious, demanding kiss. She knew she was good at it and from the way Rio clutched at her, the other woman agreed, melting as Agatha worked a different kind of magic with teeth and tongue. When Agatha pulled back, she gave Rio the self-assured smile of a witch who had never doubted that she could have anything she wanted, including the woman in front of her. “Watch me,” she said.

Rio swallowed, struck briefly mute, and Agatha was already strolling past. "Come along then, darling," she called without a glance back.

Behind her, Death, the final hour, the last breath, touched her lips, murmured a very quiet 'wow' and trotted after Agatha.

Want to read some of Rio’s thoughts on Agatha? Try the thief

Want to read a post-breakup fic where Agatha tries to pierce the veil between the living and the dead and maybe even succeeds? Try the veil

[vinnsley]

Hi there!! You cool with a daughter of Iris reader x Leo Valdez where Leo is stressed out about a project so y/n cheers Leo up by turning his project different colors and stuff? Thanks, have a great day!! Here, have a song rec too: Copacabana by Barry Manilow(English version)

Haven't written for pjo before... hoping i'll get leos character right💀🙏

TW/Info: none except FEM [Y/N], short drabble, fluff, max colors and set clothing ig😹

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You've been a camper at Camp Half-Blood for awhile now, being a daughter of Iris, fighting wasn't really your strong suite, but you weren't weak either. You could keep yourself alive out there alone for a bit. Atleast.

And it has been a few days since you've seen your boyfriend, Leo, at all recently. You thought he might be at a quest or something, but after seeing Piper still at camp, you made the proud deduction that no quest has started without your knowledge.

So you decided that you'll raid the Hephaestus Cabin when you have the chance tomorrow... you were already laying in your bunk inside your cabin with your siblings already dead asleep, or reading a book to pass the time while they couldn't sleep.

Soon enough, tomorrow rolled around, being woken up by one of your cabinmates for the morning far earlier than normal, just as you requested.

You thought that if you woke up earlier then you might be able to catch Leo going to the workshop or what he called it as... honestly, you had a hard time deciphering what he was saying when he was more excited than a young kid on christmas day seeing their presents under the tree.

You quickly got dressed — Your bright orange camp shirt (Which in all honesty, you hated the color.), your dark blue jeans with your converse — And your short rainbow scarf you usually wore in your hair before putting your hair in a pony tail.

You quickly rush out of your cabin, not even thinking about closing the door as you run trough the camp, to Leo's workshop.

Not long after you find the entrance, it being wide open and you hear some type of... mechanical noises from the inside?

You went closer, peeking inside and spotting your objective — Leo's body peeking out from the inside of Festus as the dragon was resting while he worked.

You walked inside, walking closer as Festus opened it's eyes, now staring at you approaching. Leo not even taking notice of you at all.

"So this is where you've been all this time?" Your voice spoke as Leo almost immedieatly hit his head in Festus' body, before raising his head out of the mechanical dragon with wide eyes as he stared at you.

"Mi amor! I-I didn't expect to see you today!" He said, chuckling nervously as he scratched the back of his neck.

You raised an eyebrow. "I haven't seen you in days, Leo. It made me worry slightly." You responded, before walking closer towards Festus' leg, placing your hands on your hip.

Leo chuckled again. "Sorry. My bad. Was kinda too focused on fixing a part inside Festus." He grunted. "I just can't get it right." He grumbled under his breath and chucked his head back into Festus' back.

"Y'know... a break sounds way better than this."

"What do you mean a break? I need to finish this!

"What you need is a break!" You shot back, scoffing as you leaned your shoulder against Festus as you stared at Leo's lower body poking out from Festus.

But absent-mindedly, as you adjusted your position, you reached your hand and put it on Festus, and suddenly, instead of the goldish yellow color... he became bright rainbow colored.

Leo froze as he saw the change (from the inside? You guessed.) as he quickly wiggled himself out and stood on-top of Festus.

"Woah." He said as he looked across Festus' new look. "You could do that?"

You glanced at Festus' torso and Leo awkwardly. "Uh. I guess. I can change object's colors. Could do this since... forever. Y'know." You shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.

"Since forever? Dude! You never told me!" He said. "You should've told me! My inventions could've been way cooler with a touch of color instead of—" He said before he cut himself off as you raised an eyebrow in response.

"Y'know... Mi Amor... Some of my inventions do need a new paintjob..." He smirked as he slid down from Festus' back, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. "Please?" He said with a charming smile.

You raised an eyebrow. "This whole charming thing isn't really working when you smell like oil and like you haven't showered in weeks." You point out.

"Well, excuse you, but i am taking showers. Quite frequently to get rid of the smell." He stated with a pout.

You chuckled as you smirked. "I know, i know. I'll also try to color in your inventions, doofus." You respond.

He grinned happily at that, immedieatly pulling you towards the desk that was situated in the room, with a bunch of materials and tools, Leo rummaging around at the mess and gather them on the middle of the desk.

Awhile later, many gadgets, tools even material at this point was different colors than usual. Even Festus was now pink and blue with some white here and there. Both of you were now on the back of Festus, Leo peeking his head out of the poptart look-alike.

"Finally fixed the issue." He said with a soft smile on his face. He seemed more at ease than you ever did before, in all honesty. This whome color-adventure winded him down slightly, but he was happy, it showed. "You really should've told me you can do this... i would've loved to have you here to color my projects." He said, staring at you softly before leaning down and kissing your forehead.

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tried my best w this one💔

small extra;

"Yeah, yeah. This may be all fun and games... but i'm pretty winded, Leo." You said.

"So? What's the problem with being tired?" He asked, looking at you as he put another project you colored away.

"I probably can't color everything back..." You revealed.

Leo's eyes went wide, before the two of you looked at Festus. The dragon only snorted out smoke from it's nostrils...in annoyance if you guessed.

"So Festus is staying as a fake poptart?" Questioned Leo.

"...Guess so. You might have to get used to this new version of Festus." You said. "Might take awhile before i could color him back..." You giggled.

[everybody-hit-the-pyro-cue]

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[sanchoyo]

i start that new job tomorrow 😶 ...

[clanoffelidae]

if the only source of stimulant i ever had access to was coffee i would just choose to deal with the full brunt of my adhd

[bunnyb34r]

Being disabled makes even the most mundane tasks soooo much fun (:

I love having to take 2 hours to change my sheets and not having energy to change them for far longer than I should

[international-repeater-station]

i think i'm getting anemic from my period time and time again. whys it gotta be like this. imagine an organ that's straight up stealing blood from your body‼️

[murobrown]

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[0vercomp3nsate]

It’s really fun and really cool when ur mom dismisses ur anxiety and makes u feel stupid and crazy and AAUUUHHVGBHHH.