#Drink plenty of fluids and make sure you eat

[0kayblue]

Hiiiii! I'm typically a v happy n upbeat person but lately I've just been not feeling like myself. I'm always trying to make people laugh and it's always made me so happy when ppl even express that I light up a room :')) But I guess I feel like I haven't been that light for a bit, and I've just been in my head and I just feel like I've been burdening people or maybe I talk too much and it's just been making me really sad. And I feel bad for venting to people so I've just been handling everything on my own aaaaa. I was wondering if you could create an angst to fluff scenario with leon given the information I gave if possible :')? Happy ending ofcofc!! And if you are to write this ask, if you could include some kind of climax where the reader is breaking down (bc I'm a very emotional person n I'm v sensitive n cry super easily) Pls don't be shy to make it as long as you'd like! I love your work sm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 and I hope you're doing well!

Light 

You are working on getting everything settled to move in with Leon when your parents pop by short notice things start to head south. They always had a knack for making things go from bad to worse.

Main Character Relations: Leon Kennedy x reader (romantic) 

Word Count: 3k (a little over)

Angst with comfort, borderline abusive behavior, complicated family relations, panic attack, happy ending 

A/N: Hey, anon! I hope you are doing better these days. Just know that you are loved and cared for. I appreciate you and I hope that whatever you are going through leaves you stronger than you were before. If you ever want to just vent, do not hesitate to message me. I may not be able to respond right away (or if you even want me too) or at all, but if you need to get it out. Get it out.  Please be easy on yourself and reach out to those you trust or authorities if it gets too bad. 

With that being said I thank you for your request and I hope that this suffices. I don’t think this is the best thing I've ever written, but it has its moments. Enjoy! 

You sat in the bathroom on the verge of tears with your face in your hands. Your tailbone starts to ache from sitting on the side of the tub, the harsh unforgiving acrylic leaving you with no support. You sniffed before finally standing up and moving in front of the mirror. Staring blankly at your reflection. 

Don’t. Cry. 

You scolded yourself as you looked in the mirror, your eyes slightly red and puffy. 

Stay. Strong. 

Taking a deep shaky breath you flushed the toilet before turning on the sink. Trying your best to pull it together as you splash some cool water on your face. 

You’re fine. You’re always fine. Now go back out there and be what you need to be. 

Your thoughts are harsh and cruel towards yourself as you turn off the faucet and dry your hands before you press on your cheeks, trying to wipe off the excess drops of water. This little worm of self doubt wiggling its way in your ear before you take a deep shaky breath. Plastering on a smile you leave the bathroom. 

You stop for a short moment before entering the living room, biting your inner lip, fixing your smile to something that felt more natural, and walking back to your former spot. Your ears perk as you pay attention, trying to place the room's conversation before sitting back down on your spot on the couch. 

“So, what do you do for work, Leon?” Your mom asks your boyfriend, a coldness to her words. 

“Sorry.” You murmur under your breath, “I told you, he’s head of security.” 

“I know what you’ve said,” your mother glared at you and you try not to wince under her gaze like you did as a child, “I just want him to explain it to me is all.” 

“What is there to explain exactly?” You're defensive, you're on edge, and Leon can more than just see it. His hand finds your thigh and his thumb ghosts over the denim fabric of your jeans. 

“There really isn’t much to explain.” He laughed trying to break the tension up, “I handle security for a warehouse up state. Make sure guards are properly trained, know how to deescalate a situation, stuff like that.”

“Interesting. How’d you fall into a job like that?” Your dad asks and Leon directs his attention back to your father.

Leon meeting your parents wasn’t your brilliant idea. You actually didn’t want him anywhere near them for a multitude of reasons, but your sibling let it slip to your mother that you were moving and it just snowballed from there. Your mother immediately jumped on your case and your father refused to look you in the eyes once he found out a romantic interest was involved. 

Of course none of this helped your current anxious state. The last few days have been more than just rough on you mentally and physically. With Leon being gone, packing, work, and your antidepressants losing their sparkle, you were in bad shape. 

“It just happened, I guess. The police academy didn’t want me and I had to go somewhere.” Leon laughed as he lied. He barely got through the front door before you were shoving a false backstory down his throat. It confused him and this wasn’t how he wanted to do this. He wanted to be honest and direct with your family about his life because someday he wanted to make your family his family. Things were more than just off to a bumpy start as your dad forced out a laugh.

“What made you guys want to drop by?” You ask, trying to relieve Leon of the hot seat. You felt bad for the current situation you put him in, if only he had run a little late. 

“We were out and about and wanted to see if you still were in the place, although I must say it looks better a little bare.” Your mom says as she flips open one of the boxes you had sitting on the coffee table, “You would think to tell your parents you were moving up state with a man you barely know.” Three months, you had told them that you had been dating Leon for only three months.

“I was going to tell you.” You got up, shutting the box and moving it away from her prying eyes. Leon’s concern for you doesn’t go unnoticed as his eyes remain glued to you; watching you bite your tongue in discomfort under the unrelenting gaze of your mother. 

“When?” Your dad asks. He didn’t seem mad, just heart broken. At a loss for words trying to figure out what moment you stopped confiding in him about your life. 

It was about middle school when it happened, when he told you that it was all in your head. That there wasn’t a thing wrong with you because you knew how to light up a room. You knew how to make people feel comfortable, you knew how to make them laugh; and no one who knew how to shine could suffer like the rest. 

“When I got settled. When I figured it out.” 

“When would that have been? When this fantasy of yours doesn’t work out and he leaves you?” Your mom spits before looking at Leon with little remorse, “I’m sorry son, no offense, but I don’t know you.” 

“Mom!” You yelled at her with your patience wearing incredibly thin, “You are not going to come here and start insulting my boyfriend.” 

“She’s just saying what we are all thinking,” your father defends her and it takes everything in you to not roll your eyes. “You’ve said you’ve only known him for three months, Christ, you’re probably lying. You’ve always kept secrets from us.” He was right, but you had your reasons. That didn’t make you feel any less bad about it, but still. You didn’t trust them for a reason and maintained a relationship with them out of guilt. 

“We just think it’s ridiculous that we are the last to know. We are your parents. We raised you. We took care of you; fed you, clothed you, kept a roof over your head. We deserve to know about your whereabouts with some man!” His voice rising and beginning to boom with anger; an anger you thought you had escaped. Your legs shake slightly as Leon stands up, shielding you from your fathers betrayed eyes. Seeing you in a flight or fight response triggering something in him. 

“We just want what’s best for you and I don’t think this is what’s best for you.” Your mom follows up causing your eyes to shift from your dad to your mom, tears welling in your eyes. 

“How do you know, huh? Not like you ever truly cared about anything I wanted.” 

“That is not true.”

“Not once have you called and asked me a damn thing with any true merit.”

“How could we? You are always hiding! Responding to everything with ‘fine’ or locking the damn door before we even knocked.” Your dad scolded you, wondering what happened to all those years he told you to stand your ground. Did those lessons fall on deaf ears or were you just up against something you couldn’t bring yourself to fight anymore?

“Because you don’t give a damn about anything serious in my life! God forbid you focus on how I feel instead of how you feel.”

“That is not-!” Leon raises a firm hand unable to stop himself. Unable to watch this unfold for much longer. He silenced the argument while your father was ready to push. It was an odd sight to see your father cower in his old age, knowing he didn’t stand a chance against Leon. Your heart pounds in your chest, afraid for Leon regardless of watching your dad back down. 

“I’m going to have to stop you, Sir. I think it’s best if you listen to your daughter and leave.” It wasn’t exactly a threat, more of a warning. 

“We need to have this conversation.” 

“I agree, but not today. Not now.” It took a lot for Leon to not call this the ambush that it was. He was still talking to your father, someone he still felt like he had to impress regardless of the current circumstances. 

“If we don’t talk about it today we aren’t bailing you out when this doesn’t work.” Leon’s hands ball into fist and you almost break but Leon beats you to the punch, “Sir, I am certain that if you utter another word like that I will see to it that she will never have to say another word to you again.”

Your parents look at you and you try to hold eye contact with them, but fail as you focus on the wood grain of the floor.  

Your father scoffs in disbelief, “That’s how it is? You’re letting someone else speak for you?” Your father asks in disbelief. He just shakes his head at your lack of a response and walks to and out the front door. 

“I hope you’re happy, you’ve broken his heart, (Y/N).” Your mother said, looking at you one last time with a familiar glare that made you feel guilty for just existing. 

You hear the door slam as you let out a heavy sigh, wiping the few tears that managed to escape away from your face. No one knew how to get to you like your parents did. Leon turns to you softening as he goes to reach for you, but you step back. 

“It’s okay. I’m fine. Let’s just get these boxes sorted.” Your voice flat as you turned back to the box your mother was once prying in. “Th-This one looks like a mix of t-shirts and coffee mugs.” You try not to stutter as you feel his hand on the small of your back. 

“Hey.” He soothes and where you find comfort in his touch you reject him as you pick up the box. You move quickly and set the box on the ground near the boxes you planned on taking to his place, soon to be your shared place, if you didn’t fuck it up. You took a deep breath as you tried to talk down that voice in your head that said your parents were right. 

“I’m- uh- going to check the bedroom for anything else. I’ll be right back.” You moved quickly, nearly sprinting down the hall. 

You felt terrible. You felt like a villain. 

Leon didn’t deserve a villian, he deserved rest. He had just gotten back from a mission to be greeted with this. A complete and utter wreck. He left one fight to come back to another and you felt absolutely responsible. 

Finally finding solace in your now empty room as you carefully shut the door behind you. You manage to walk to the center of the room on wobbly legs. Your chest aching as your fingers tangled themselves in your hair. Every single negative thought you had and every single self destructive feeling bubbles to the surface. Unable to contain it any longer. The air becomes thin as your pulse starts to race and a sharp gasp escapes through your dry lips. 

“(Y/N)?” Leon calls for you desperately, forgoing knocking on the door and just entering. Your eyes lock with his and you try to breathe; try to bring yourself to say something to keep him from overthinking the sight of you absolutely breaking in front of him. The words are lodged in your throat though as he looks at you with complete compassion. Your tears finally spill over as your knees give out and you start to fall to them. Taking in an ugly breath as your lungs tighten and Leon’s hands find your arms, guiding you carefully to the floor. 

You had failed. You had broken. You weren’t strong enough. 

You sobbed as you tried to hide behind your hands as the room felt like it was closing in. Leon was a mess as he scrambled for your attention, “Hey, (Y/N), look at me. I need you to look at me.” His hands firmly run up and down your arms as he tries to find your eyes. Trying to make you look at him, trying to tell you that you aren’t alone. 

You felt his warmth leave you and you squeezed your eyes shut as you brought your knees to your chest unable to place yourself in reality. All you knew was that his warmth was gone and you had convinced yourself he was gone. He wasn’t, he just moved his hands from your arms to your face; forcing you to look at him as you opened your eyes. “Breathe. I need you to breathe.” His words barely reach you, but they do as you nod. “With me, okay? In.” 

You take a deep breath in, following his instruction. 

“Out.” You let out and he repeats, “In.” You continue to follow as he coaches you through the process three more times. Your body is not shaking with as much intensity as your chest starts to relax. Your ribs are no longer burning as the air in the room is no longer thick, making it easy to swallow. Your chest rises and falls with your lungs as the tears slow, but continue to flow. 

“I-I’m sorry.” You get out as your hand finds his chest for support as you begin to unfold yourself. 

“Don’t. You have nothing to apologize for. Not a damn thing.” Leon says, fighting every urge in his body to pull you into his embrace. You sniff as he wipes tears from your red hot cheeks. “Where are you?” He asks, trying to distract you and get you grounded.

“My place.” You answer. 

“What do you taste?” 

“Salt.” 

“What do you see?” 

“You.” He can’t help but smile at your answer. One hand lets go of your face to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Can I hold you?” 

‘You still want to? I’m snotty.’ Was what entered your head and it was supposed to leave your lips with a smirk and you were supposed to let out a light laugh, but it’s not what came out. 

“Please.” A simple ‘please’ was all you could muster as your arms wrapped around his neck while he pulled you to his chest. Laying your head against his chest you could hear the beating of his heart. Gentle thumps that help you keep track of time as you start to register that you’re in control of your breathing. Leon takes a deep breath, his own worries settling as you relax against his chest. 

“My love.” He mutters into your hair while he rubs your back. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He’s been worried about you since he got back, the subtle things you did telling him you weren’t alright. How you distanced yourself in conversation and weren’t as quick witted as usual. He knew that this episode wasn’t all because of your parents, he knew you typically knew how to handle your own against them. 

Letting them roll off your back because it wasn’t worth fighting with them when they’d just make it all your fault anyway. 

“N-no.” Your breath hitching in your throat, unsure, “Give me a minute. Please.” Finally feeling your limbs ache from the stress as the stiffness in your form starts to ease. 

“Take your time, just stay with me. Breathe.” You closed your eyes and despite all of this, you smiled. His warmth enveloping you in comfort as you felt whole. You nodded, continuing to breathe. 

“I’m afraid I’ve lost it.” You joked and he just shook his head before placing a firm kiss on your temple. Sniffing you rubbed your nose on your sleeve as you settled into the calmness of your thoughts quieting. 

“No, you’re alright. I’ve got you.” He assures you as your heart breaks slightly. “You’ve just had a rough couple of days. You’ll be back on your feet in no time, you’re too stubborn to stay down.” You laughed slightly and his grip on you tightened. His heart burns at the sound of your laughter and his shoulders relax. He was scared there for a minute that he’d never hear your laughter again. 

“I love you.” It falls from your lips softly as you look at him. In times like these he was the light in the dark and he shined ten times brighter than you ever could. He’d argue with you a thousand times over about it though and tell you that you were crazy for even thinking he could outshine you. 

You found Leon in one of the darkest times of his life, he was an absolute wreck. He felt so much that he felt nothing at all. All his positive attributes drained from him slowly, as he started giving up on the world completely. He could’ve sworn he was a goner until one day in the darkness of a crummy bar he saw this light. He saw you mingling amongst strangers, making them laugh, making them comfortable. A lantern burning with a light that he would happily stay blinded by just as long as he could feel the warmth that radiated off of you. 

“I love you more.” His palm found the smoothness of your cheek as his thumb ghosted over your cheek bone. Examining your tired glassy eyes and the way your brows furrowed in exhaustion as he saw you try to place where he was. He sends you a warm smile before his lips find yours in a chaste safe kiss. Regretfully parting from you he speaks again, “What do you say we call it a day and head home? I’ll run you a bath and you can say as little or as much as you want. Deal?” You nod and as you go to push him away from you so you could stand he only holds you tighter. An arm resting under the bend of your knees while his other arm firmly holds you against him. You nearly squeal as he stands with no trouble as he savors the feeling of you clinging to his t-shirt. 

“I can walk, y’know.” 

“I know, but you don’t need to. I’d carry you everywhere if you let me.” You rolled your eyes while you laughed at this dork. A triumphant smile on his face, “Let’s get you home, light of mine.”

“I know, but you don’t need to. I’d carry you everywhere if you let me.” You rolled your eyes while you laughed at this dork. A triumphant smile on his face, “Let’s get you home, little light.”

[avengers--assembly]

Hoodie thief

Summary: Y/n is sick (although she won't admit it) and steals Bucky’s hoodie. He wants it back. No can do. Let's argue about breakfast food instead?

Prompts used:

7. Borrowed Hoodie

15.” Who decided __is ‘sick person food?”

25. Summer flu

Word count: 1028

Warnings: none

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Sweltering hot temperatures all week long. That’s what the weather app said. That’s what everyone was warning against. Drink plenty of fluids. Sunscreen. Stay inside. All the usual warnings for a normal temperature spike. So why exactly was Y/n shivering like crazy wrapped in one of her thickest blankets?

She wasn’t completely sure, just that the sun was shining through her bedroom window in greeting, and she was in no mood to stand up. Or get out of her blanket burrito. But all that said, her stomach had a dull ache that she was blaming on hunger, meaning she had to eat something.

Her body gave one more shiver as she placed her feet on the floor and hauled herself up. She wasn’t sick. Really, she wasn’t. She had too much stuff to do, like enjoying the nice weather outside. Because it was nice, and her body was just late on getting the memo. She glared at the blanket that dropped on the ground. Her lazy ass decided it was too much effort to pick it up again, so she left it. Stupid blanket.

Walking down the hallway, her summer pyjamas did nothing to help her mismatched body temperature, leaving goosebumps prickling her skin. Scowling, she stomped only slightly into the living room, gaze tracking for any movement.

No one.

Good.

Her gaze landed on an oversized hoodie that was thrown over one of the couches, and she inched closer for a better inspection. Definitely not hers... but big, black, and warm. It met all her requirements. Who cared who it belonged to?

She slipped it on, hands disappearing in the too-long sleeves. The oversized hoodie hung far enough to completely cover her shorts. She allowed a smile to cross her face. Perfect.

Except for a certain super soldier who didn’t share her feelings. Bucky glowered at her, arms crossed, “Cute. 10, 9, 8.” His voice was calm, but his eyes were narrowing in warning. Y/n knew Bucky hated when people touched his things, but by the time she realized it was his, she was already too comfortable to care.

“You’re really going to count down?”

“Take it off.” Was his only response, his irritation obvious. Y/n let out a huff, folding her arms right back at him, “No.”

“Y/n” He warned, taking a step forward. She narrowed her eyes at him, “I’m not scared.”

“My hoodie. You have your own, don’t you?”

“They’re not as comfortable! And they’re all the way in my room!” Y/n complained, pouting at him. He muttered something to himself, rubbing a finger across his brow, eyes closed, “Stop that” He snapped.

“What?”

“Pouting. Makes you too damn cute.” She smiled slightly, but before saying anything, he continued, “Why do you need a hoodie anyway? Isn’t it like 30° or something?”

"I’m cold. No, leave me alone. I want to make breakfast.”

“You’re cold?” His frown deepened, concern flickering in his eyes, only to be replaced by frustration, “And I’ll leave you alone as soon as you return my hoodie.”

“Make me.”

He lifted a surprised eyebrow at her, but there was a playful glint in his eyes now.

“You sure you want that, doll?”

“I could take you,” Y/n said, still defiant.

He walked towards her, slowly at first, and the pace made a brief flash of fear settle in her stomach. Oh, shit. She was still shivering, albeit less, and her muscles were sore. He was a super soldier with decades of training—and a metal arm to back it up.

“Wait, I didn’t mean right now,” she blurted, trying to keep the nervousness out of her tone. She forced herself not to step backwards. It would be ridiculous if she couldn’t meet her own stubbornness.

“I think now is perfect. You still have something that belongs to me.” Before she could react, he scooped her up, throwing her over his shoulder with ease. Y/n shrieked in surprise, hands scrambling to find balance as the world tilted beneath her.

“Bucky! Put me down!” He ignored her protests, walking towards the kitchen counter. Only then did he lightly place her on the marble surface, hands hovering a few inches from her waist until she caught her balance. The sudden shift upwards again made her head spin, black spots dancing in the corners of her eyes.

“Nop,” she muttered, closing her eyes, leaning her head against Bucky’s chest.

“Doll?” Concern was evident in his tone. He placed a kiss on the top of her head, hands wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer. “Yeah?” She hummed back.

“Why are you cold?”

“Flu?” she said back, almost too quiet for him to catch. He nodded along, “You planning on ignoring it?”

“I’m not sick.”

“Fine. Let me make you breakfast.”

“Just cereal.”

“Oats.” He argued, shaking his head at her choice, “You need better nutrition than that sugary stuff.”

“Yuck.” She leaned back from him, her nose scrunched up in distaste, “Who decided oats were good for sick people?”

“It’s nutrition values.”

“Could be fake,” she reasoned.

“Could be. Toast then?” He bopped her nose playfully, smiling as she swatted away his hand.

“Why do you hate me so much? I need sugar to survive,” she said dramatically.

“I mean, you did steal my hoodie.” He answered back, raising an accusing eyebrow.

“If I give it back, will you love me again?”

“Mmm no.”

“What? Why?” She gaped at him, a brief look of confusion on her face. He smiled, “It’s full of your germs now. Don’t want it anymore.”

“Hypocrite. You just hugged me.”

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They settled on toast with jam in the end. On the couch, they watched some silly comedy, Y/n still wearing his hoodie, an extra blanket lying nearby. The water and medicine were only a precaution for when she stopped ignoring the facts.

Bucky chose to stay indoors today, and Y/n simply joined him to keep him company. No other reason. The other Avengers didn’t need extra information, even when pool day turned into movie watching instead. Nat had joined them later, settling comfortably next to Y/n and only stealing her food when she thought Y/n wasn’t looking.

[eepwriting]

Feeling like loving on our favorite drummer. Maybe something about tattoos? Getting matching ink with reader? Or talking reader through first tattoo? :) (your fics are so wonderful btw)

Tattoos With II Headcanons

Warnings: none

This is so cute omg AND ii is getting some more love on here!! And thank you so much anon for the sweet compliment and for sending a request in! 🤍

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✦ taglist: @ghostlygothicgay @skellyflowers @mathfairchild1 @evisnotok @jeriiicho @adenobabe @trying-not-horny-on-main @rain-down-on-me

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Matching Tattoos

✶ Is ECSTATIC when you come to him with the idea.

✶ He’s on board right away.

✶ Will spend a lot of time thinking of the perfect design, obviously taking you into consideration as well.

✶ I can see him drawing 10+ designs on paper and getting your opinions on each one.

✶ If you have a solid, well built idea, really no matter what it is, he’ll get it. No questions asked.

✶ If it means getting a matching piece with you, it doesn’t matter to him.

✶ He makes sure to book the appointment with a solid and reputable artist.

✶ Day of, he’s bouncing off the walls with excitement.

✶ Basically makes a whole day out of it.

✶ Out to eat for breakfast/lunch, appointment, maybe a sweet treat after and something fun to end the day.

✶ Takes LOTS of pictures during and after the appointment of y’all’s new ink.

✶ Gives you a day by day update on healing even if it’s not that exciting.

✶ If people ask him about the tattoo, he always mentions that it’s a matching one with you.

✶ I think his heart would grow two sizes bigger every time he looked at it.

Excuse me while I cry at this thought.

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Reader’s First Tattoo

✶ He’s the first person you ask when you’re finally ready to book an appointment.

✶ He’s very excited for you and gives you extremely detailed advice based on his past experiences.

✶ Asks to see the design you pick a thousand times.

✶ The least judgmental person, he loves the idea no matter what it is, because it’s one you picked.

✶ Is so happy when you ask him to go with you to the appointment.

✶ Makes sure you eat beforehand and drink plenty of fluids.

✶ Definitely packs sweets and juice for you just in case.

✶ We all know he’s covered so he feels very comfortable in the environment, which eases any nerves you may be feeling.

✶ Will absolutely hold your hand if you ask.

✶ Strikes up a conversation with your artist that involves the three of you so there’s no awkward lulls.

✶ Gives you encouraging smiles and hand squeezes if you need it.

✶ Takes lots of pictures of your new ink when it’s finished.

✶ Also gives you lots of compliments on how the new piece fits you perfectly.

✶ Gives his opinions on aftercare and makes sure you care for the new tattoo, while answering any questions you have.

✶ It’s not long before he’s subtly suggesting to get a matching one with you.

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Why do I genuinely want to cry thinking about this

K. Bye bye.

[goodnessgraves]

Hi lovie!! 🎀

Just remembered something deep in my head and thought you'd like it :D So either Graves or Price coughcoughbothcoughcough with this one, but imagining telling the Shadows or the rest of the 141 that their dick is small and you can't even feel it as a joke. Everybody's laughing and it becomes an ongoing joke for a while.

Until they drag you aside and leave you with a limp, and a zipped lip about their small dick. Sorry if this is an awkward little ask, I haven't sent asks like this in a while, please forgive me :')

Love your work bb and make sure you eat food you like, drink plenty of fluids and take/apply any medication you take!!

YOUR MIND OH GOD.

F!Reader x John Price and Phillip Graves

Slight dub-con, MMF!Threesome, DomDomSub, degradation

Oh god, they hated that attitude of yours. Acting all big and bad, running your mouth and poking your pretty little head into places where it shouldn’t be.

“Limp dick ass bitch,” you chide.

“Maybe you should take some viagra, hopefully it’ll give you some stamina, can’t even keep up with me in training.”

Your captain and temporary commander come in at the wrong time, mid discussion. Your words go straight to their brains.

Graves, (ever a dog with a bone) calls you into his office with Price to have a meeting about your ‘language’ and ‘behavior’.

“Sweetheart, we’ve talked about this.” Graves is glaring at you, a faux look of anger and disappointment on his face.

“Your behavior is just…”

His lips quirk up.

“It’s shocking, doll.”

Price, your captain, quickly chimes in, taking steps closer to your chair before he’s leaning over it, his face inches from yours.

“We are very disappointed in you.”

He sighs, giving you a look of patronizing sympathy as he reaches up to grab your face, forcing you to lock eyes with him.

“Y’know, we need to discipline you somehow, don’t we, Commander Graves?”

He looks over his shoulder and over at Graves, a wicked smile on the commander’s face.

“Naughty thing you are. You just need us to put you in your place, hm?”

There’s nothing to do but nod.

“Smart girl.” Graves chuckles, slowly walking up behind the chair you’re sitting in, him and price caging you in.

It’s not long before you’re laying back on the desk, fully nude. A cock in your pussy and one in your mouth, not making a peep as they punish you for your behavior.

“Who’s got a small cock, lovie? Hmmm??” He grunts, balls deep in your cunt, there’s nothing you can say, your mouth stuffed with Graves heavy and fat cock.

“Yeah, ‘ts what I thought, dumb slag.”

“Go easy on ‘er, cap. She ain’t got the brains to understand you ain’t bein’ nice. She’s a stupid mutt.”

The room is full of their groans and pants, the slapping of skin, and your muffled moans.

In no time you’re set out of the office, your belt half undone and your hair a mess, limping and coughing.

Guess it pays off to be a mouthy asshole.

[racingline3]

Man-Flu ~ Fernando Alonso

♡ Fernando Alonso x Reader

Description: Fernando has a cold but you're there to comfort him.

~fluff~

"Cariño, I think I may be dying."

"Fernando." You say softly, running a hand through his hair. "Darling, you have a cold."

Nobody could ever say your boyfriend wasn't dramatic.

The team doctor had even been around earlier in the day to check on him. All there was to it was plenty of fluids and rest.

He sniffles, "It feels worse than a cold."

You try not to smile but he's too darn cute.

"It is not funny." He says with a pout, his Spanish accent heavily lacing his words.

"You're adorable when you have the man flu." You argue as you pull the covers closer around him. "You'll be fine I promise."

"I hate being sick."

You did feel for him. Usually he was the one in control, the one whose body dictated his profession, his life.

"I know. But how about you just let me take care of you?" You suggest. "Get some rest."

He makes an affirmative noise before an attack of sneezing starts.

You make sure he's comfortable in your bed before you get downstairs to make him some chicken soup and refill his water bottle.

You're rewarded by one of Fernando's smiles when you reenter you bedroom a while later with a tray.

"Still can't sleep?" You ask.

His chest rattles with a cough, "No. Not without you beside me."

Even sick in bed, the man is still a flirt.

You climb onto the bed beside him and cajole him into drinking some soup and more water.

You go to clear the things up and leave him to get some rest.

"Don't go. Stay here with me."

You only have to take one look at him to know you can't say no to the wounded puppy look he's giving you.

So you put the tray away and lie down next to him. It doesn't take long for him to wrap himself around you like a giant koala bear.

You lie on your back and his curls up on his side and slings an arm across your torso and hitches his hip over your legs and his face resting near your neck.

It doesn't take long for his breathing to even out and you can practically feel him drifting off to sleep.

You smile at the feeling, it took a long time before Fernando had been comfortable with the notion of being vulnerable with you. He had built his entire racing persona on being tough and harsh and unreasonable.

To eveyone else he was Fernando Alonso. But with you he was just Fernando.

You must have drifted off to sleep because its dark outside when you open your eyes.

You accidently rouse Fernando from his sleep as you stretch.

He mumbles something in Spanish you don't understand and places a kiss on your neck.

You place a hand on his forehead to make sure he hasn't got a temperature and is hallucinating. But you breathe a sigh of relief when you feel his skin and its not burning up like that morning.

"What was that?" You ask

Your sigh turns to something between a moan and a laugh as he trails his kisses up your neck to behind your ear.

"I said, how did I get so lucky to have you Corazón?"

You turned your head so you can look in his eyes.

"I'm the lucky one." You argue with a pout you know is his weakness.

He shakes his head and gently takes the hand you had checked his temperature with and places a kiss on the back of it. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Fernando smiles as if he's just been told he's won another world championship.

"Now, time for you to eat something and get a good night's sleep, you will feel better tomorrow." You tell him.

He shrugs, seemingly having forgotten his self pity party, "I already feel better with you here."

"Well, it's a good thing I'm not going anywhere." You tell him and seal your promise with a kiss

[jmdbjk]

Camping: one bed.

WARNING: CONTINUED POSSIBLE SPOILER ALERT! I may or may not mention "Are You Sure?" scenes in detail and their outcomes during these long rambling messy posts beginning with the next sentence.

I am 100% certain

Snuggle

happened. I need tumblr to make it possible to use different fonts on one line.

But first. Dinner was cooked.

Reminded me of this... sorry to digress.

That darn glare on the camera:

Jungkook immediately washed his hands after touching Jimin's tongue... don't blame him, I really wouldn't want those kinds of cooties from Jimin either. I love you Jimin but I don't want your stomach bug. Sorry.

Whatever the hell this was...

Jimin had a soaking the meat in the sauce scolding from Jungkook years ago. Okay.

Dinner is served.

There was a moment when perhaps an oops was edited out. Did Jimin mention a brand name accidentally?

They got a kick out of whatever he said because then they recalled that time Tae kept saying brand names during their live back in LA.

JK's face was incredulous like "wtf dude shut up"

Some members were called.

There was a comment about making Tae and Namjoon speak to each other... ??? What in the name of spillage of tea and inside jokes was this about?

Jungkook Facetimes Tae.

So is this where Tae finds out Jimin and JK are doing a travel show? And was JK worried Tae would start saying something about not getting to ride motorbikes? HAHAHAHHAAA welp... we don't know what that was all about.

JK hanging up on Tae was priceless.

Tae cusses him out via text and JK tries to de-escalate with "i love you". JK thought it was hilarious. I wonder if it is not often he gets the upper hand in this dynamic? The push and pull has not abated.

Yoongi's deadpan "what?" when Jimin called: tell me you get a lot of frivolous phone calls from Park Jimin without telling me you get a lot of frivolous and pointless calls from Park Jimin.

Some reflecting happens...

Jimin says regardless of how its going so far, he thinks its good he came so Jungkook could travel around and relax as he embarks on his first solo promotions. Jungkook says he is grateful and Jimin says he has regrets and Jungkook brushes it off. Just enjoy it now he says. I think this is the moment they both relax and they are back in their groove. Jungkook really needs quality time with his Jimin. Just enjoy... finally... that's where JK is at this point.

Finally, lights out. There's a camera in there but its too dark... we only hear this:

Jimin: "You seem cold, Jungkook. Come here." (I suspect Jimin may be running a temp at this time)

Jungkook: "I'll sleep without the blanket." (In an attempt to make Jimin comfortable.)

Jimin: "Come here, Jungkook." (insisting)

They were sleeping in very close proximity. It's a miracle if JK did not catch the stomach bug too.

The snoring that is loud enough you can actually hear it even with the music track and sound effects playing:

MMA elbows flew in the night and Jimin got smacked in the nose. It even swoll up a bit. Also, more diarrhea. My man didn't get much sleep. He was miserable.

Crew delivers pepto, JK pours a dose but does Jimin down it? We aren't sure because we don't see it. My man... please help yourself out of this (literal) mess. Though we only see the pepto being delivered I will assume other precautions were taken in that they made him drink plenty of fluids, took his temp, contemplated whether to abort the mission, etc. Knowing Jimin, he declined that last option.

Jungkook: "you came all the way here for nothing but pain."

Jimin: "I came so far ... smacked by your elbow... stomach bug... I can't even eat... and I had a fever, why am I even here? it gets sadder by the moment..."

They were laughing about it. What else could they do? It was a genuine moment.

So Jimin slept while Jungkook made himself some coffee.

Me either, Jungkook. Need coffee.

And spent some time building a rock cairn tower so he could send up some wishes to the universe. That was something else.

It was such a precious thing to watch.

Please no falling in the water, no explosive diarrhea, no broken bones or loss of blood... well... that last one though... little did they know.

In my opinion, even though Jimin was struggling with his illness, the activities were healing and bonding. We'll have to wait for the behinds to see what else happened. I wonder if they will release that this week or wait and drop them after the final episode in September.

Regardless, I am thankful for this window we get to see them together, after two years of knowing Jimin was working so hard and seeing Jungkook light up time after time, wanting to see him, especially the first half of 2023.

They are together right this minute, though they are the most isolated members of the group from whatever is happening. Not knowing how much information they are able to receive about what's going on, I know they will at least have each other to talk to until things get resolved.

On to Episode 2...

[elliespuns]

imagine Ellie catching a cold and Joel forcing her to rest (because she's almost as stubborn and restless as he is) and dotting on her, making sure she's taking medicine, drinking plenty of fluids and eating and such :3

Oh my, that girl wouldn't be able to leave her house (or his house) for so many days. Joel would keep tucking her in the bed, bringing her tea, medicine, and cloths for her burning forehead, and would keep checking on her to see if she's okay. You know, low-key peeking in the room she's sleeping in once in a while, just to check if she's still breathing. His dad mode would be so activated.

This makes me wonder: were any of them ever sick on their journey back in the day? There were at least a few months after Henry committed suicide before we got them on their way to the dam. It was already fall, and judging by how quickly it started snowing after they both left for the university later, it surely wasn't the beginning of autumn either.

Imma pretend Ellie got sick along the way, and Joel was the one to take care of her, going out of his way to find meds to bring her fever down, just resting with her in some of the abandoned houses, waiting it out by her side while she slept most of the time. He would be nervous and worried, especially if he had to leave to find food and water; barricading her in the room, making sure nobody could ever get to her while he was out searching the neighborhood.

This would actually make perfect sense, and the fact that Ellie would do the same for him later when he gets impaled... I would love this.

[rorywritesjunk]

Remember us just like this forever

You made a mistake and Buggy has to clean it up.

Rating: PG

Warning: Bodily fluids, caring for a baby, Buggy is horrified.

Word count: 1620

A/N: My first request since opening them! This was so cute. Buggy taking care of kids and being out of his element is my favorite thing.

Title comes from "Flu Game" by Fall Out Boy

It was all Buggy’s fault this time even though outwardly he wouldn't admit it, internally he knew it was. The water from that spring was said to have magical properties, there was even a damn sign saying do not drink, but he collected some of it anyway. Magical water could come in handy, right?

Why didn't he label the damn bottle? Why didn't he hide it? Why did he leave it out where you would find it and take a drink because you were thirsty?

Sitting before him on the wooden deck of the Big Top was you, surrounded by your clothes as you stared up at him. He stared down his nose at you, wondering what the hell what the hell what the hell -

You smiled a big, gummy grin at him as you lifted your pudgy arms up to be held. Oh, oh, no. Buggy the Clown did not entertain babies. Kids? Sure, easy enough, but toothless little babies? No, no, nu uh. Even if it was you, he couldn't do it. He'd have to get Mohji or someone else to deal with you.

~

Mohji gave up after your three hour long cryfest. He passed you back to Buggy and took off, insisting Richie was sick and needed to be taken care of. At least Mohji dressed you. You had a makeshift diaper on and a rag with armholes and a neckhole cut out of it. It was not something Buggy would ever put a child in. It was not flashy or functional and simply wouldn't do.

You settled down once you were in his arms, letting out little whimpers and the occasional sniffle. Buggy didn't know what to do. Now that you weren't crying maybe he could pass you off to someone else?

He tried multiple times. Any time he tried to hand you over, the waterworks would start and you'd let out this unholy howl as if a demon had possessed you.

It wouldn't work, so he sent someone to find you some baby clothes because he was wondering what the smell was and… what was that warm feeling on his arm?

He moved you to his other arm and hoped you would be grateful he was a Chop Chop man because his arm popped off his body and rushed to the sink to wash off whatever it was you left on him. Were babies this gross? He didn't remember this happening with Oden and Toki’s little snivelling babies, but then again he distanced himself from those little creatures.

You looked up at him innocently as you started to suck your thumb. Buggy thought he was a malicious glint in your eye but maybe it was a trick of the light?

~

“Oh hell no! What did you eat?!” Buggy’s muffled shriek could be heard throughout the ship. “How can something so small make such a big mess?!”

The crew gathered around the door. He had made the loud announcement that he would change you now that he had some clothes and proper diapers for you. Had he ever done it before? No, hell no, but he could figure it out, right? It shouldn't be that hard.

“Are you- are you peeing while I'm changing you?! What is wrong with you!”

The crew immediately scattered, worried the captain would open the door and see them. As they fled, they could hear him let out a horrified scream.

“How did you get it in my hair?!”

~

This was the worst battle Buggy ever had.

He held the spoon against the tightly shut lips, trying to get you to at least have one spoonful of gross, mushy carrots, but your lips were sealed. You would not open them. You stared defiantly up at the captain as you pressed yourself back against his chest as he held you. He had no baby furniture so he decided to be your high chair (with plenty of towels in his lap just in case because he really didn't want to have to bathe again)

“Come on, don't be such a little shit.” He grumbled as he tried again. “You gotta eat something.”

You glared at him and shook your head. He would not be defeated. He remembered seeing some last so this with a kid once before and he hoped it worked.

He raised the spoon up, making it fly around your face, your eyes widening as you focused on it.

“Here comes the News Coo, ready to deliver the… news!”

The spoon buzzed around a bit more, your mouth opening in amazement, and Buggy shoved the spoon into your mouth, letting out a triumphant “Ha!” before you spat it back out.

“Are you kidding me?!”

~

He washed up again while you laid on his bed, babbling and trying to put your fists in your mouth as your eyes surveyed the area. He didn't want to be dealing with this even if you were a pretty cute baby when you weren't some unholy demon sent from the Underworld when you were unhappy. He heard enough demon screams coming from you in one day to last him a lifetime.

Buggy rubbed his face sleepily, wondering when or if you'd change back. He wasn't cut out for raising kids but at the same time, he was glad you were somewhere safe even if he was having to do everything.

The little cry you let out had him spinning around to look at you, wondering what was wrong. He had just pulled clean clothes on and was a little hesitant to hold you, but… you sounded unhappy, more sad than before, so he carefully picked you up, letting your head rest against his shoulder as you gripped his shirt and let out a few sniffles.

“What the hell, you don't make this much noise as an adult.’ He grumbled as he began to pace around his room slowly, bouncing you gently to try and soothe you. You continued to cry, rubbing your face against his once clean shirt, your cries too loud for you to hear his heavy, defeated sigh as his shoulders slumped. How many shirts will he go through with you?

“You gotta cut it out.” He ordered as he pulled you away and held you at arm's length. “Got it? Captain’s orders! You always listen to me!”

You paused for approximately one second before your eyes filled with tears and you let out the most heartbreaking wail.

“Listen, if anyone is gonna cry then it should be me for having to do this!” Buggy complained as he brought you back to him, putting a hand on the back of your head as he held you, once again pacing around his room to calm you. “I… I don't want to do this but I don't want you ending up as Richie’s snack by mistake!”

You snuffled and looked up at him, tears still streaming down your pudgy little cheeks. He wiped some away with his thumb.as he headed over to his bed. “I don't have a bed for you. You gotta share.” He laid you down in the middle before situating himself to one side, his hand resting on your stomach to keep you in place. “No moving around, got it?”

You just stared at him in response.

~

When he was up the next morning, you were gone.

Terrified, he sat up on his bed, head darting around as he looked for you. Did Richie eat you? Did something snatch you in the middle of the night?

Not that… it was a bad thing. You were a baby. He had you for one day and he saw more disgusting things come out of your tiny body during that time than he had his entire life so if you were gone, fine, so be it.

But what if you changed back in front of your kidnappers? They may hurt you or kill you. That certainly wouldn't do.

Buggy threw his clothes on and headed for the kitchen, ready to get the crew to come to your rescue, but to his relief and surprise you were sitting at the table, wearing his clothes (which admittedly looked good on you even if they looked snug). You were helping yourself to some scrambled eggs and toast, looking a little more tired than usual, but Buggy was relieved to see you.

“Mornin’ Captain.” You said with a mouthful of toast. “You're don't have any other weird things lying around that I might drink, do you?”

“How much do you remember?” Buggy asked cautiously as he went to start the coffee. He did hide the bottle after you helped yourself to it. He put it somewhere safe.

“Nothing really. I just… woke up naked in your bed.” You told him as you took another bite of toast. He looked horrified by what you said so you quickly added, “Mohji told me what happened. Thanks for lookin’ out for me.”

“Well, I just didn't want you to fall overboard or get eaten by Richie, that's all!” He said as he brought over some coffee for the both of you and took a seat. “Maybe you'll learn not to drink out of bottles that aren't yours.”

“Lesson learned.” You grinned. “Sorry if I made any messes. My parents told me I was a pretty gross baby, so hopefully it wasn't too bad for you.”

He tried not to think about everything that happened yesterday. He wasn't sure he'd be able to look you in the eyes ever again.

“Thanks for taking care of me.”

“Well, don't get used to it.” He grumbled as he leaned back with his own mug. “Now eat your breakfast. I got work for you to do.”

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ CG! Avdol hcs ! ໒ ˚⁎

Hi fren! Can I have some hcs for a caregiver Avdol from jjba? Thankies!

•Avdol is incredibly patient and takes time to understand the needs and feelings of those he cares for. He’s always willing to listen and offer support without judgment

•His calm demeanor provides a sense of security. He’s a rock in times of distress, offering comforting words and a steady hand to hold

•Avdol uses his extensive knowledge and resourcefulness to help solve problems. Whether it's practical advice or finding creative solutions, he’s always ready to assist

•He pays close attention to the small details. This could range from remembering favorite foods to noticing when someone isn’t feeling their best

•He often expresses his care through cooking, preparing nutritious and delicious meals that provide comfort and joy

•"Whenever you need me, just call. I’ll be right here, ready to help, okay sweetheart ?"

•He’s fiercely protective of those he cares for. His protective nature ensures that you are safe from harm and feel secure in his presence

•Magician's Red's flames can be used for more than just combat. Avdol can control the temperature to provide a soothing warmth that helps with minor aches and pains, offering a form of comfort and mild healing !

If you're sick while age regressing :

•The moment Avdol notices you showing signs of illness, he stops everything to focus on your well-being. He prioritizes your health above all else, making sure you receive the care you need !

•"Seeing you get better is the best gift I could ask for. Your smile is worth everything"

•Drawing on his extensive knowledge, Papa Avdol quickly identifies the symptoms and takes appropriate measures. He has a well-stocked first aid kit and knows basic remedies for common illnesses

•Avdol prepares natural remedies, such as herbal teas and soups, to help soothe symptoms

•He keeps a close eye on you, regularly checking your temperature and overall condition. Avdol ensures you stay hydrated and get plenty of rest, adjusting his care based on your needs

•To keep their spirits up, Avdol tells calming stories or uses Magician’s Red to create gentle flame displays

•Avdol gently encourages you to take any necessary medicine, eat a little food, or drink fluids, always making sure you understand why it’s important without causing stress

•Understanding that being sick can be scary, especially for an age regressor, Avdol provides constant emotional support. He holds your hand, offers comforting words, and stays by your side, making sure you never feel alone

•As you start to feel better, Avdol gradually reintroduces normal activities, always keeping an eye on their energy levels. He encourages gentle activities to prevent boredom while ensuring you don’t overexert

DNI: basic criteria, DSMP, vivziepop/h4zbin h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl, nsfw/k!nk, anti-agere, anti Christians blogs

[unsanitarystation]

nevermind im back-

Different mechs have such different responses to needing to piss on their partners in heat.

You've got those who are driven very strongly by a sense of control and territory who have it go off as a dominance thing. Prowl with his boys is one of those who will piss on Everything. He physically needs to know everything, especially his mates, smell like him. No one else can lay a finger on them. He will bite and snarl and spray waste fluid everywhere. Nothing in the room is safe. He can and will mark the furniture as well.

He will pin his mates down and piss on them. Audial fins and horns are his favourite things to go for when he bites down and wrestles his mates into position. The first thing he goes for is the hips. He grinds his array against his mates' as he voids his tank, getting it into all the seams between panels and sensitive cabling. Then he will wrestle with his mates more to get their fronts, backs, then sits on their faces and makes them lick him clean.

If he gets his way, he will get a chance to do the spiking and fill his mates full of piss before pumping them full of his transfluid too. Pushing his spike into a valve full of his own hot fluids drives him crazy.

Then you've also got mechs who are really just full of piss and really not much else. Sure their mate gets marked in the process but like yea thats whats supposed to happen and it doesnt have to be done intentionally. Like Rodimus would just be filled to the brim with waste fluids and it would feel good. He'd feel so full and stuffed and the moment he's touched he can't hold it and he's just voiding anyway. He's a whimpering mess laying in a pool of his own waste as he's begging to be fragged stupid. When he's finally impaled on that spike he's coating that thing in his piss.

He's just constantly leaking. His frame is producing the waste and he lets it out. Every thrust into him is an obscenely wet squelch through too much lubricant and fresh waste fluids that trickle out of him.

He practically screams when his mate puts his mouth on his valve, licking and swallowing the mix of transfluid and slick and piss. In his heat-addled processor, where he wants everything to smell like his piss, I dont think theres anything more arousing than his mate drinking it, putting that waste inside him- His mate will be coated inside and out with his scent. What more could he ask for

hghrgh yes exactly... It's a control thing for Prowl. His hab-suite, his office, his two mates belong to him and he needs to make sure everyone can tell.

Roddy on the other hand would just be a mess. He can't control his waste tank and doesn't care to try. He'll pee constantly as he's getting fucked, pussy spraying every few minutes...

I wonder about other bots.

I think it would be a control thing for Drift as well, but he'd be so ashamed of it, feeling predatory for wanting to claim Ratchet... he'll end up sneaking out of the berth at night to secretely piss over the furniture to inject his scent all over. Of course Ratchet notices quickly and coaches him through heat cycles 101, feeding him plenty of energon so he doesn't burn out and lets him mark him whenever he can. I think Ratchet would be begrudgingly accepting of his urges while in heat. He'll be sluggish and feverish, letting piss flow freely out of him as he rolls in the bed. He really likes to pee on Drift's face. It's a pussy eating kind of week when Ratchet is cycling.

Oh, you know Minimus has some strong ideas about marking. Turbofox instincts drive him crazy while his own pride restrains him from giving his body what it needs. He'd probably try to plug himself up. And when he cannot handle it, he'll secretely, shamefully leak into his chair...

Megatron would either never let anyone know when he's cycling, or he'd make a show out of it, use it as an intimidation tactic by pissing on his soldiers to let them know they belong to him... of course, on the lost light he can't quite afford to do that, but I think it would be kind of funny if he tried to mark the bridge and the captain's chair. it would make Rodimus sooo mad.

[pyr0lagnia]

Medic x reader ageplay headcanons? Maybe some drug induced regression or straight up just playing with your unconscious body like a baby doll lol

banger of a request i hope you have a good day nonnie ♡ i ended up leaning surprisingly sfw FOR THE MOMENT because medic is. he is so. its so hard to imagine him as much more than someone who would just mockingly infantilize u

( :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

tw for : nonconsensual drugging, infantilization, sexual implications at the end

♡ it's not intentional by any means, he was really just playing around to see what happens. he tends to just drug people willy nilly if things start getting a little too boring around base. i mean, what else is there to do? well, plenty, but i digress.

♡ you, being fresher than the other mercs, weren't so used to it. while the others brushed it off or got irritated at Medic once they sobered up (or died), you were a bit less resilient.

♡ that just meant he wanted to drug you more though, oopsie! less tolerance meant more reactions yippee!

♡ he wasn't sure of what he had slipped in your cup when he called you to his office for a 'routine check up'. truthfully he loved plucking random pills, powders, and liquids just to fuck around and find out.

♡ your honest, trusting (at least, more trusting than the others...) expressions made him giddy!! explaining to you that it was just liquid vitamins, you took it with only a moment of hesitance. you weren't absolutely oblivious to his shenanigans you were just more hopeful!

♡ it was obvious whatever concoction of stray pills were strong, the way your body started to visibly lean into itself only a few minutes after consuming. you expressed drowsiness, but hey, you were with your doctor, it'll be fine.

♡ he would coo at you, brushing it off as "maybe its just the leftover cleaning chemicals in the air making you dizzy! don't worry about it, this will be quick!"

♡ with only a gentle protest from you, he would slip his arms under yours to lead you to an examination table.

♡ if you asked him why the table was necessary, if it was just a checkup, he'd reason that you looked faint and pale and a table would be easier on your body if you were that weak from leftover chemical fumes.

♡ that explaination didn't sit with you well, but you didn't know enough about his routine to object.

♡ speaking of faint, you would've noticed a small little giggle from the older man if you weren't busy focusing on how limp you were suddenly feeling.

♡ great, yeah, maybe those weren't vitamins. maybe it wasn't the convenient chemical fumes that were making you dizzy.

♡ if you trust anything Medic gives you to be edible/digestable and safe, maybe you kind of deserve this, reader. don't trust fluids from creepy older men!!!!!!

♡ at this point, you cursed yourself. okay, maybe the one who is supposed to be taking care of the team isn't as trustworthy as you felt he should be. maybe Scout wasn't making up total bullshittery to fuck with you.

♡ he hovered over you, not making any movment attempts to fool you into thinking this was a checkup. he could recognize the signs of paralytics anywhere!

♡ slacking limbs, loose jaw, the worsening disorientation in your eyes. and yet you remained so vivid in your expression.

♡ if you were mad, he knew, he could tell, he didn't care.

♡ usually, NMBAs were used alongside anesthesia. considering how many surgeries he partook in, he had an excess of these laying around. maybe a few scattered across the floor, waiting for any old idiot to impulsively eat them.

♡ he debated on whatever else was in that drink, watching your body language while circling the table. but, whatever else that was alongside it didn't pop its ugly head out over the symptoms of the muscle relaxer.

♡ " mm, " he would pick up your loose wrist, and shake your hand. your fingers twitched from the movement, " you're familiar with this, i'm sure, hard to misunderstand these symptoms, yes? you're smart, hase, i know you can guess. "

♡ DONK. he let go of your wrist, letting it fall loudly against the table.

♡ look, paralytics were fun and all, but what could he really do right now? theres only so much fun someone can have with a living, silent doll.

♡ hm. he thought about reconsidering that thought process. he just needed to be more creative this time around

♡ he stared over you, waiting for anything else. your pupils were thin, eyes squinted. you felt cold, achey, uncomfortable.

♡ you let out a whine at him, and he tsk'd and rolled his eyes. " now, now, don't be whiny like a little baby about this, it is just paralysis. "

♡ a small gap of silence. he leaned closer to your face. " unless you are a baby? are you, häschen? is that a little game you like to play? "

♡ the Medic would stand there, still, watching you try to fight what might be something else. he tried to pull information from his brain on what he had- oh! datura!

♡ he had kept a bit left of some ground petals from a little experiment with Heavy. he recalled he stored the rest of the powder in a little baggy in his desk, and mindlessly, earlier, he had snatched that same baggy.

♡ don't ask what he was doing with Heavy. curiousity about the gruesome hallucinations that could come from this plant drove him a little insane.

♡ with THAT knowledge....

♡ " you are quite like a little toddler right now, aren't you? all limp, stupid, probably couldn't even eat without my help, could you, häschen? " he would bark out a laugh, " who am i joking with? of course you couldn't! look at you! silly silly me. silly me." he grabbed both of your arms, and tugged you up into a loose sitting position, keeping you still with a grasp to your chin and a hand on your side.

♡ he would spend plenty of time fiddling with your loose limbs mockingly teasing you while he waited for the poison to settle in you.

♡ as anxiety started to swathe you like a blanket, unfocused eyes catching shadows where they shouldn't be, you were able to work yourself into being able to grind your teeth. the loud noise made him grimace, and he'd hold your jaw shut.

♡ " not sure what i expected from you. hah, there was a reason i could never be a father. " he gripped your jaw so tight, bruising formed easily under his fingers. " would be so easy to just- rip everything from you, ja? wouldn't you agree?" he forced your head to nod, and subsequently dropped you against the hard table when all support was focused onto your head.

♡ " as if to prove my point, i dropped an infant. " Medic would remark lazily.

♡ knowing he wouldn't get an answer, he would poke and prod at you to get you to 'tell him about your hallucinations', but it was debatable if you could even process his words, even without the inability to speak.

♡ his infantilizing words did sink into you, influencing your weak mind state as you drifted in and out of being aware of being an adult. you felt five, but the size of your body and the blood soaking your body made your belief quake a bit.

♡ he would eventually get bored of just fiddling with you limbs as you attempted to make noises in response to the stimuli. as cute as the very quiet babbling and soft whimpers of fear were, he didn't expect it to last so long.

♡ he had work to do, so eventually he'd kind of. toss you on the ground next to his desk. he would look around for anything for you to fiddle with, before throwing a scalpel in your general direction.

♡ luckily you just kind of laid there like a dead fish against the cold ground.

♡ just to really be a dick, he'd probably pull off your shirt so when you pulled back from the drugs, shame would hit you. maybe being partially nude would fuck with your hallucinations and mindstate, too?

♡ would probably spend the rest of the time doing paperwork, and then staring at your limp body, then going back to do paperwork.

♡ i don't think he'd end up doing sexual things the first time this idea strikes him, but that would not last long if he made this a habit. seeing someone so limp and worthless in front of him always made his guts turn. it was just a matter of time. just. a matter. of. time.

[ninjaneonleon]

The Side bar

Bringing Raph down to the Speakeasy had been the right call. Between the work of Leo, Cheech and Leonardo, Raph was back on his feet and talking in no time.

“And what have we learned?” Leo asked, making sure Raph’s pupil response was back to normal. It was, thankfully, and Leo was hopeful for his recovery.

“To not just eat everything offered to me without checking first,” Raph replied sulkily. Leo knew he had been excited for the cookies and he was upset that it had made him drop.

“Exactly.” Leo nodded and looked up at Cheech. “Can you keep an eye on him for a bit? Plenty of fluids, preferably tea, and make sure he stays here for at least ten minutes.”

“Sure thing, Leon. Worst comes to worst, I’ll make Leonardo sit on him.”

“Hey! I’m not that big!”

“Sure you are, Dove, but I love that about you.”

“Thanks guys.” Leo gave a cheery salute and wandered backwards. “The Caseys have gone to look for Mona, I think she was still with that adorable little turtle with the flowers and strawberries? Anyway, don’t let him leave until Mona comes to get him.”

‘Raph is more than capable of–”

“Sure thing, Leon. See you in a bit.” Cheech grinned and looked down at Raph. “You can stay here and enjoy some tea. I wanna hear all about your lovely girlfriend from you instead of him.” He nodded towards Leo. That was the right move because Raph lit up and started chattering away. Leo knew he left his big brother in good hands.

Leo turned and decided to go find Yuichi. Last he saw him, he had been chasing Donnie who had gotten hold of some Uranium. Leo knew that even with Juan present to keep them somewhat grounded, Leo would need to keep an eye on his two favourite dumbasses. Donnie and Yuichi were a surprisingly chaotic duo.

He was so lost in thought that he almost ran into someone.

“Hey, watch where you’re– oh, it’s you.” Leo looked up and saw Cleo, the grumpy, drunk Leo that Yuichi had managed to befriend earlier..

“Hey Cleo. How are you doing?” He looked less drunk now, but much grumpier. Maybe his Leo was causing him problems, apparently they didn’t get along.

“Worse. My Leo is trying to get himself adopted by another counterpart,” Cleo griped. “I swear, he’s so irritating.”

“Hey, cut him some slack, dude, he’s probably just still trying to process everything,” Leo said with what he hoped was a reassuring grin. “Just give him some space, maybe try for a smile, it’ll work wonders.” He clapped Cleo on his shoulder and stiffened the moment he made contact. What the–

Cleo recoiled, his eyes going wide and wait, did they just flash purple? “You’re–”

“It’s under control,” Leo cut him off sharply. “Yes, I am aware of the parasite sharing my body, no I am not concerned because he can’t take control from me.” He knew that somehow Cleo had sensed Prime, who was watching with wide eyed awe at the proceedings. “I’m not a threat to anyone here. Don’t mistake me for one.”

Cleo stared at Leo for a moment, his eyes searching Leo’s face with a mixture of revulsion, anger and self loathing. Then he turned with a huff. “Whatever. I need a drink.” He stalked off without another word.

Weird. Leo did not like that interaction and he was glad it was over. Now, he just had to figure out where his twin and boyfriend were…

Something drew Leo’s attention. He wasn’t sure what, but it reminded him somehow of the imprint. It was something soul deep, something instinctual. What was…?

There was a door to the side. Everyone seemed to be walking right past it, as if they didn’t see the swirls of mystic energy pouring off of it. What was it about that door that drew Leo’s attention so strongly? Why was he so compelled to enter it?

Slowly, he walked over to the door, weaving though the crowd as he followed this gut feeling and entered the room.

The room was dark, much darker and moodier than the cheerful, welcoming lighting of the Speakeasy outside. Scattered around were a number of tables, each housing a different person who Leo recognised. There were Draxums, some with minions and some without, Bishops, both male and female but all wearing the distinctive EPF logos, and even some Big Mamas. There was even a table full of villains that Leo knew well, like Meatsweats, Repo and Hypno (Who wasn’t really a villain anymore but he was previously).

“Welcome to the side bar,” There was a man behind a counter. Well, it was sort of shaped like a man, except it seemed to be made entirely of black goop. There was a square of whiteness around it, containing it to the bar area, but Leo got bad feelings from it. He didn’t want to be anywhere near that goop man. “If you’re here, you’ve probably been labelled as a villain in your universe, so make yourself at home. Just watch out for the Bishops, they’re not against grabbing newbies. And if you want to know anything, just ask. I can tell you anything you want, for a price.” Leo shuddered. He would not be asking anything.

Instead, he looked around in shock. The Villains bar? Why was he here?

Wait, he knew why he was here. He was part Kraang and even before that, he had been Blue Oni. He had attacked his brothers, almost killed his dads. Yeah, he was entitled to be here, and that was without Prime’s help.

“It seems to take in former villains too,” Prime pointed out helpfully as Leo spotted a Draxu, who looked to be in his lunch lady uniform. Okay then, that was something to celebrate then. He didn’t need to be actively evil to spot this place.

Before he could explore further, a dark shape suddenly loomed behind him. A wicked red glow lit up the world around him and for a split second, Leo froze. He knew that presence, he knew that glow.

Subprime was here.

Then Leo took a breath and he turned.

“Well if it isn’t the wad of chewing gum I just hate to see.” He drawled. “How have you been, buddy? Prison dimension treating you well?” Leo knew he was playing with fire here. All the others in the bar had frozen, staring at him in shock. Clearly no one had been brave enough to confront this Kraang up until now. Leo, however, was unfazed. He had confronted this monster more times than he could count in his dreamscape. He wasn’t scared anymore.

“I wasn’t aware they let… pests into this place,” The Kraang growled. “Still, you’ll be entertaining to play–”

Leo cut him off simply by waving his hand. “Before you finish that thought, I have a question for you.” The Kraang spluttered in annoyance. “Are you your universe’s Kraang Prime?”

“Yes.” The weaker Kraang Prime said slowly, as if contemplating Leo’s audacity and how best to destroy him.

“Oh, that’s good then.” Leo allowed his mycelia out from his shell, letting them wrap along his arms, legs and carapace. He instinctively knew that his brown eye had turned pink. When he next spoke, his voice echoed with power. “So am I. And guess what, buddy? I outrank you.” With a wave of his hand, Leo grabbed the Kraang matter in this pathetic version of Prime’s body and sent him flying into an unoccupied booth. Heh. That was way more satisfying in real life.

“Don’t get carried away, Leo,” Prime reminded him. “Remember that you brothers have organised it so you don’t indulge in that side of your mindset.”

Right. The shared dreamscapes that his brothers had set up. Leo hadn’t visited the prison dimension in months because of that. He needed to control himself better.

“Y’know, that was pretty impressive.” The voice behind Leo made him jump. That sounded like– “We’ve all had to hide in the corner because he wouldn’t stop looming. Thanks for dealing with him.” There was another Leo, slightly older than him and dressed in a very stylish coat. Woah, he was cool. There were a few other Leos there, as well as a few other turtles too. Huh. Maybe it wasn’t so weird for some of their counterparts to be ‘evil’ after all.

“No problem. He’s just a big bully. You kick his ass, he knows when to stay down.” Leo said with a shrug, allowing his mycelia to retract. “Uh, for reference, I am still Leo. Don’t be calling me Prime or anything, he’s just a ride along who’s powers I can borrow.”

“Good to know. Or else I’d have to kill you.” The fashionable Leo said with a grin. Leo had a feeling that he was being serious but he couldn’t be sure. He was hard to read. “Did you wanna come sit with us?”

“Nah, I’m good, but thanks for the invite. I’m just looking around before I head back out.” Leo didn’t really want to linger here. It was doing things to his head if he thought any of this was okay.

He glanced around again as the turtles left and headed to an empty booth. Well, all but one.

“You’ve met my brother.” The Donatello was familiar somehow but Leo couldn’t place why. Then he realised.

“You’re Cleo’s Donnie.” There was something about this Donnie that just reminded him of Cleo. The thing that threw Leo off, though, was the fact that this Donnie was so much older than Cleo. He was clearly in his thirties, maybe older, but Cleo was mid twenties. “Why are you here?”

“I wish I could tell you, kid. I just know that I can see this place and the others can’t.” Leo was gonna call this Donnie ‘Tello’ for now. Just so he didn’t get confused. “Also, watch your back. Those two drinking wine have their eye on you.” Leo looked over and saw two Bishops both sipping wine. They looked away when Leo met their gaze with a threatening look of his own.

“Thanks for the heads up.” He paused before glancing back up at Tello. “Uh, you might want to check on Cleo, by the way. He caught a sense of Prime and, uh, it freaked him out?” Hopefully Tello would be able to help.

“He doesn’t want to see me.” Was the only answer Leo got. Well there went that idea.

“Oh-kay then. Well, I need to get going. It was nice meeting you.” Leo didn’t like the vibes Tello was giving off. There was something broken and unhinged about this version of Donnie, more so than any of the other Donnies Leo had met. He could understand why Cleo was so grumpy if his Tello was like that.

Leo turned and started walking away, only to run straight into a solid chest. He looked up and flinched back when he saw a Draxum in his full armour from back when he was a bad guy, not the Rara that Leo knew and loved now. The helmet alone was enough to make Leo uncomfortable.

“Turtle,” the Draxum greeted with a nod. “That was an impressive display. I don’t know if you’d be willing to help train my current project?” He tugged on a chain and Leo saw a small form stumble forwards. They seemed to have their wrists chained together. His eyes widened when he realised that it was a mutated, turtle version of April.

It took everything Leo had to not draw his swords right then and cut this Draxum down, regardless of his own Rara. “I suggest you get out of my sight before I slice off the hand that is holding her hostage,” he growled. “I will only give you this warning once because part of the rules of being here means that we’re not allowed to cause grievous bodily harm. If you do not leave now, I will be violating that rule. Are we clear?”

To his credit, the Draxum looked disturbed. He ran off with the mutant turtle April following after him. Leo caught the thankful, apologetic look she shot him as she went. At least she still had her fighting spirit, from what Leo could tell. She’d escape soon enough, even if Leo wanted to help her out now. Unfortunately, that was against the rules.

He took a breath.

What was Leo doing again?

Was he… going to get a drink? With the other villains. Yeah, that seemed right.

“Uh, Cos?” Wait, that was Donnie’s voice in his head. The imprint! “We have a problem. I need you asap!”

Like a rubber band that was finally released, Leo felt his mind snap back into place. He wasn’t a villain, he was a hero like his brothers. He was a good guy who just happened to do some bad stuff unwillingly.

“Where are you and what do you need?” Leo asked, turning and marching out of the side bar.

“The uranium may or may not be affecting the plants I’ve got. I need to get it out of here and my portals aren’t strong enough to get out of the arena. Yuichi tried zapping it all away with his katana but it just made the plants start sending out sparks!” Eugh boy, this wasn’t going to be good. Leo needed to track them down and clean up Donnie’s mess, as usual. Not that he was complaining, he’d take this over having no twin any day. But why did his twin and his boyfriend have to be such a chaotic duo? Why couldn’t they just have one safe experiment where Leo didn’t need to save their butts?

“How does that even work? Never mind. I’ll be right over.”

He decided to keep the existence of the side bar to himself for now. It would only upset his brothers, and he’d do anything to keep them happy.

Mentions!

Leo and all the others he’a with belong to me and @geniusbuilttm

Cheech and Leonardo belong to @kinky-asexual

The adorable turtle with flowers and strawberries is @littlemissartemisia

Cleo and Tello belong to @reagi-df

The goop man belongs to @intotheelliwoods

The Kraang is just the regular kraang, you can decide where he’s from

The fashionable Leo belongs to @starrcrossrose

The two Bishops belong to @devotedtosadpoetry

The Draxum with the mutated April belongs to @riseleon

The villains need a place to hang away from all those heroes, right?

This is propaganda @tmntaucompetition

[stardewstardropthoughts]

(I don't know if you've done this before) but how would the bachelors react if you caught a cold?

I have not done this before but I shall do it now 😌 someone’s gotta look after the farmer because god knows they aren’t doing it themselves if they get sick lol

How the bachelors react when you catch a cold

Harvey:

I say this in like every prompt but like, he’s the doctor so your gonna be golden here

The moment you start to feel under the weather it’s doctor mode activated

He’s checking your temperature, giving you fever reducers, making you rest, making sure your drinking plenty of water and electrolytes

Won’t let you over exert yourself on the farm

He’s running you a hot bath so you can relax

He’s making you healthy meals through the day to keep your energy up

He definitely wears a face mask and gloves while doing this, he can’t afford to get sick he has a lotta patients

He definitely deep cleans the whole place at the end of each day

Will have you feeling better in no time

Sam:

He makes sure your taking meds, drinking water

Brings you nausea meds if you need them

Wraps you up in bed like a little burrito so you can take a nap to replenish your energy

Puts a cold cloth on your head

He’s so sad that your sick so he will absolutely snuggle up with you while you nap

Holds your hair back for you while you puke

He definitely gets sick after you get better

Elliott:

He’s bringing a care basket of meds and snacks and warm blankets for you

Tucks you into bed and puts a cold cloth on your head after checking your temperature

Makes you a nice bowl of soup

Cleans up around your house dispite how much you tell him not to

Also wears a face mask and gloves to avoid getting sick

Makes sure you always have a nice hot cup of lemon honey tea on the bedside table to sooth your throat

Washes your hair for you if you don’t have the energy to do it yourself

Will give your sore muscles massages

Shane:

Also brings a care package of snacks and meds to your house

Once he gets there he finds you looking miserable and feverish in the chicken coop feeding the chickens

He’ll finish the task for you, ushering you inside after where he promptly runs you a hot shower

He’ll get in with you and wash your hair, gently massaging your scalp while he does so

Let’s you lean your weight on him in the shower while he uses your body scrub on you

Once out of the shower he puts your pjs on you, wraps you up in his sweater and plops you into bed before making you take cold meds and a hot cup of tea

Once he’s sure your asleep he’ll put a cold cloth on your head and grab some cold water bottles out of your fridge to put on the bedside table for you

Stays with you the whole time, somehow doesn’t get sick, your very jealous

Sebastian:

He gets sick super easy so when he learns your sick he’s probably a bit hesitant at first to come over but ultimately his love for you wins out

But he’s suited up with a face mask and gloves

And so much hand sanitizer

Makes sure your taking cold meds on time, brushes your hair for you

Brings you food from the stardrop saloon to eat

Also stops by harvy’s to pick up whatever cold meds he has, literally one of each kind

Forces you to take a break because you were determined to not let a cold stop you but you were almost asleep in the corn field

Good luck living that down

Alex:

His immune system is fantastic so he’s concerned when you get sick

Stays beside you like glue, almost overbearing

Doesn’t want you to lift a finger, wants you to just lay down and rest and get better

Makes sure you take your meds on a strict schedule

Absolutely makes you healthy meals to help you get better

Makes sure you have plenty of fluids to drink

Wraps you up in endless amounts of blankets

Will snuggle you to keep you laying down

Puts on movies for you so you don’t get bored

[onyxonline]

To the toys what has been you're favorite food sense you escaped playtime Co and what was your favorite food before the hour of joy and to angel your awesome

(To the artist love your this au and your art make sure to take care of yourself like drink plenty of fluids and eat plenty of food and take brakes) if you already answered a question like this sorry

ive answered this before

[icanseethefuture333]

if you have an updated body care routine, please do share it 🤍

🎀

Ofc :) 🩷

My updated hygiene routine

Pay attention to the signs your body is telling you. If you notice a certain food is causing you hives, it is likely an allergic reaction, or if your body has more odor than usual then it is time for a detox.

You do not have to sacrifice eating certain foods because of body odor! It is obvious that onions or garlic will cause a smell. Just make sure to wash your armpits at least twice before getting out of the shower.

Baths are your best friend if you have persistent body odor!!!

Try to make it a goal to bathe at least 2-3 times a month. The steam helps with sweating out the toxins. If you are sensitive to hotter temperatures you can take a warm bath, it does not need to be hot.

When taking a bath use natural products to avoid a UTI. Also understand your sensitivity to scented products. I use rose oil, rose bath salts, and any soap I have available at the time.

Body scrubs or bath salts are good for gentle exfoliation.

INVEST IN A BATH NET!!! It is a life saver I tell you, my back acne has cleared up especially and my skin feels much softer. You will not regret it!

Buy a showerhead filter. Helps with filtering out hard minerals from tap water.

Pat dry your skin instead of dragging the towel across your face and body.

All you need is deodorant, soap, body scrub/salts, and lotion. Nothing else. Oils and body butters is just if you want the extra moisture, shine, & smell.

Show everyday from head to toe pls…

Only wash the outside of your vulva with soap (Pubic area and labia majora) and the inside of your vulva with water.

If you’re not comfortable with washing your vulva with your hands, use a washcloth, avoid harsh exfoliators as well.

Use heavier shaving creams if your body hair is thick.

You do not have to shave everyday. Your skin would literally be raw if you do this. Wait at least 2-3 days before shaving again.

LEAVE THE COOCHIE ALONE IF YOU JUST SHAVED!!! Avoid scented products because it will irritate your skin + cause a uti.

Change pads at least 3-4 times.

Bring non scented flushable wipes with you in your bag for public restrooms.

Take your vitamins, drink plenty of fluids (water, juice, tea, etc), and eat fruits and vegetables to help with your ph balance.

Your body can respond differently to certain fragrances. Work with your natural scent instead of going against it.

Products I love to use for my hygiene routine:

Good luck! Lmk if it works 🥰

[evolutionsvoid]

It is funny sometimes how people are so obsessed with dragons. Don't get me wrong, dragons are indeed incredible creatures that have wonderful abilities and both an intimidating and awe inspiring visage. It is just that often people envision dragons as the be all end all of animals. If you look at legend and folklore, they would say that dragons are the most powerful creatures in existence, sitting above all other living things. But if you stop and look at the whole thing for just a second, then you realize dragons are just another species in this world. They still need to eat, drink and breath just like everything else, doing all the normal things you wouldn't expect for a "god beast." I don't expect this to dampen anyone's view or admiration of dragons, and that certainly isn't my intention! I just want folks to remember that these are flesh and blood creatures, and not living embodiments of disaster or fury. Sure, they can be rather terrifying in their power and size, but remember what I said. Dragons are animals, just like us (and by "us" I mean my more fleshy readers. Dryads aren't animals, we're plants, but you get what I mean), so they must follow the same rules. They live in a natural world where there are things to eat and things that do the eating. Now if you think dragons are the most terrifying beasts around, then just wait til you learn about the things that devour them. 

In the jungles out east, the thundering footsteps of a great beast causes all creatures to run or hide. The trees shiver and shake as its huge bulk shoves its way through the thick vegetation, making it sound like a landslide is breaking its way through the forest. If any outsider were in the area and heard this horrible din and felt the quaking earth, they would immediately assume it to be a dragon. If you yelled that out, all the locals would look at you with a knowing smile and laugh. "Oh you fool," they would joke, "that is no dragon. That is the sound of the Dragon Eater." It is a species that goes by a variety of names, Dragon Eater being one, Ogre Toad another and I have even heard them referred to as Daityas, but the most widely known and spoken name for this beast is "Bhekala." The Bhekala is a massive beast, with full grown adults sitting at over 20 feet tall. While there may be some taller lankier creatures out there, the Bhekala fills this large hide with an incredible bulk. Their bodies are bulging with muscle, gut and wart, giving them a staggering weight that causes the ground to shudder whenever they walk or sit down for a rest. While dragons are often called "monstrous lizards," the Bhekala is more of a "demonic toad." This species is an amphibian, being the largest toad found in the world. Their bodies have a tough leathery skin to them, but it still requires moisture. Thankfully, the jungle's humid atmosphere keeps them plenty damp, but that doesn't stop them from enjoying the occasional dip and soak in a nearby watering hole. Their skin is coated in thick hardened warts, which can ooze a noxious fluid if squeezed hard enough (good luck doing that without getting flattened). Upon their head, bony spikes erupt in a blazing crown-like arrangement, which draws your gaze to their terrifying visage. A wide tooth filled maw splits their face, able to swing open into a horrifying gape to devour its prey. It should be noted that these teeth are more for holding prey than cutting them up, as Bhekala like to swallow their victims whole. The other feature is the fact they have three eyes. The third eye in the middle of their head is often compared to the parietal eye of other amphibians and reptiles, and folks have wondered if this species had developed this eye or if everything else simply lost it. With three eyes, they have an incredible range of vision, especially since the third one sits in a way that it is partially pointed upward. Two eyes scan the land before it, while the third has an eye on the sky. For most creatures, this upward gaze would be for spotting aerial predators, but for the Bhekala, it is about spying food on the wing. 

With such a size and bulk, they do need some hefty meals to get by. To help conserve energy, they move pretty slow when not on the hunt and do a great deal of resting and sleeping. But when it is time to down a feast, they can use their energy and bodies to do some incredible stuff. A lot of their power resides in their back legs, which are not only capable of carrying this great bulk around, but they can actually launch it. Despite their size, Bhekala can indeed jump, and to pretty impressive heights! If you were upon a mountain looking over the jungle and very lucky, you could see one of these great toads rocket up from the canopy, blasting through the vines and branches. Not long after, you would hear the earth shuddering "thud" of it landing back on the ground, the mighty tremble being felt for miles. So why does this huge toad do this? Why, to go after prey in the sky! Flying beasts like the dragons and Garuda fly just over the canopy of these jungles, often looking for food or nesting materials. The Bhekala's third eye scans the skies above for one of these fliers, and then they time their jump so that they collide with them in midair. "Challenging a dragon while in flight?!" You may ask bewildered, "but dragons are the kings of the sky! Are these toads mad?!" The answer is: no. In fact, their method of assault is pretty genius. You see, dragons, Garudas and other fliers have their bodies thoroughly designed for flight, with great care in take off, sustained flying and landing. For a jumper like the Bhekala, they are tuned to launching their bodies into the air, then dealing with the shock of crashing back down. For fliers though? They are designed for flying, not falling. When a Bhekala slams into the soaring dragon, it is like getting nailed by a boulder from a catapult. The initial impact can easily shatter bone and knock the wind right out of them. Some may lose consciousness, others may die on impact. But even if the hit isn't fatal, or the toad misses and instead snares them with a clawed hand, the violent ride back down can easily finish the job. I wonder what the dragons think during this violent attack, as they plummet to the earth with broken wings. King of the skies, scourge of kingdoms, and they are about to perish by simple gravity.        

All it takes is for the target to be grabbed or even clipped, as disrupted flight means a hard landing. The dragon will plummet to the earth and crash through the branches, probably breaking a lot more things on the way down. Once they land in a busted heap, the great toad will lumber over and feed. If the flying dragon was grabbed by the leaping Bhekala, then they will find themselves being held between the falling toad and the ground, about to be pancaked by a life-ending body slam. If by some miracle, the flier falls to the earth and survives, the Bhekala will not hesitate to finish the job. Their massive bulk makes them unstoppable physical fighters, unleashing crushing blows and absorbing a whole lot of punishment without worry. Their typical tactic is to grab prey with their clawed hands and hang on tight, then follow it up by rolling atop prey and crushing them under their weight. Claw and tooth will fail to pierce their thick hide, and biting isn't a good idea unless you want a mouth full of vile wart fluid. Some dragons will call upon their most trusted weapon: their breath attack, and unleash a torrent of flame. Some may think this is enough to ward off this hungry toad, but sadly it won't do a thing. Gushing from their maw will be a bubbling foam, one that snuffs out flame on contact. They spew this all over their body to protect themselves from dragon fire, and even belch it at their foe to disrupt the flame streams. In some cases, a Bhekala  may grab the head of a fire dragon and vomit this foam right down their throat, extinguishing their weapon and choking them to death at the same time. In most cases, when a Bhekala grounds its prey, the victor will be the mighty demon toad. Prey will be swallowed whole, or it will use its strength to break off limbs and chunks to make it easier to eat.

While they are infamous for eating dragons, Bhekala have more to their diet. Garudas are one, but they don't just eat fliers. Creatures of the earth must be wary of these toads as well, as they are up to eating anything they can get their hands on. With their huge size and slow speed, they are not pursuit predators. Rather, they prefer to rest near important places, like fruit trees and water bodies and simply wait for prey to pass by. If something large enough gets close, then that mouth of theirs unhinges and a meaty tongue comes flopping out. This tongue is a powerful muscle with hardened exterior. While other toads and frogs use sticky mucus to snare prey and drag them back into their maw, the Bhekala uses raw power. The tongue strikes like a hammer, slamming down to break bone and stun prey. Its prehensile pronged tip can then wrap around the broken victim and pull them back into its mouth. With this, the Bhekala can eat prey without having to lift a finger, simply letting its tongue do all the work. Lots of beasts can fall to this hunting method, with the Bhekala even eating Nagas. It should be clear by now that these toads are simply not to be trifled with, and that almost any large beast can wind up on its menu. The one saving grace we have is that human-sized prey is often seen to be not worth it, so they don't actively pursue people or raid villages. However, if one is sitting and waiting for food to come by, a passing human may be enough for them to give it a go, especially if they are really hungry. This is why it is important to be wary of your surroundings, and not blunder though the jungle blindly. You may ask "how does one not see a twenty foot toad?" But believe me, distracted travelers have ignored far bigger things. 

When not on the hunt, Bhekala are rather slow and lazy beasts, preferring to simply sit and let time pass. They do enjoy a good bath in a nearby body of water, and have also been seen scratching themselves against large, rough barked trees. The only other time they get active is when the breeding season comes, as males fight for their right to mate. Their method of dueling is much like sumo, using more pushing and throwing of weight to determine who is the winner. Creatures of the jungle hate this season, because their mating battles tend to cause a lot of collateral damage. While they do pick special clearings to hold their battles, some combatants don't wait to get to the arena to start throwing punches, and a brawling pair of Bhekala can easily knock over trees and flatten smaller creatures. If this fighting wasn't bad enough, the territorial bellowing of the males can keep one up all night, as their loud calls can be heard for miles. When a male fends off the other bachelors long enough to claim a female, they will wind up laying hundreds of eggs in a nearby water body. Of all that are laid, very few even make it to the larval stage. The first dozens of tadpoles that hatch will eat the unborn and use their nutrients to grow. Over the course of months, they will grow bigger in size and fewer in number, til only a handful of large tadpoles remain from the original clutch. At this size, they are hungry predators of the pond, feeding on the fish and other inhabitants. Some of the larger ones may even attack animals that come to drink, using a sharp beak to grab on and drag them into the water. While these larvae may seem like tempting targets compared to their huge adult forms, they do have some powerful defenses. One is that they produce a potent toxin in their bodies, one they hold in their bumps and warts. It is similar to the fluid leaked from the adults, but when they grow up it loses its edge and becomes more a bitter, vile inconvenience. It is strongest when they are young, as it wards off predators. They are also capable of whipping up a cloud of bubbling foam, much like what the adults spit out. This noxious foam protects them from attackers, dampens their hide during dry times and can ward off the flame of dragons. So even if a dragon wishes to unleash their anger of these toads towards their young, the tadpoles can pretty much erase their precious flame. Also, while the adults are not the most caring or protective parents, they do tend to stick around the pond. Show up here and cause trouble, and you might get their attention and find a bone-crushing tongue headed right for your skull.

With such a size and infamous diet, it should be no surprise that the locals have a thing to say about the Bhekala. Funny enough, it swings between the good and the bad when it comes to these toads. Since they don't actively target human settlements, they aren't exactly feared. Sure, there is terror when one is lurching through the jungle and your caravan is in its path, but these are seen more as natural events or just pure bad luck. However, their diet can either be appreciated by some parties while offending others. To those who like dragons or Garuda, the Bhekala is a demon that devours guardians and represents the brutal nature of the jungle. There are plenty of statues and murals that show this amphibian as a great demon or beast of the underworld. To those who despise these species (mostly the dragons), the Bhekala is a guardian in itself, devouring the terrors of the sky. Their title as Dragon Eater has become so well known, that there was once an effort to spread the species to other places to deal with the "dragon threat." If the Bhekala could be established elsewhere, it would gobble up all those meany fiery dragons and everyone would be happy! How stupid! But people did try and the local dragons went "I don't think so!" The dragon communities gathered all the lightning drakes and bolt spitting dragons they could contact and went after these Bhekala nurseries. They fried every tadpole they could find and then burned these places to the ground. A tad extreme, but I understand their concern and am happy that such an idiotic effort to introduce giant toads to a foreign ecosystem was squashed. Like, can you imagine the damage?! Could you even fathom the amount of environmental destruction and species loss that would occur if such potent toads were unleashed upon an unwitting habitat?! I shudder to think of it! And for what?! Pest control?! You know what, I change my mind, burning everything down was totally a rational course of action. 

It should be noted that due to their reputation, it was only inevitable that people try to hunt them or slay them for respect and trophies. After all, Bhekala hide is an incredible leather, their wart secretions valuable for potions and their meat is said to be fit for kings (after proper preparation and cleaning of course). So some folk get the idea that they are going to hunt a Dragon Eater and be known as the incredible slayer that killed the killer of dragons. Pretty much none of these idiots survived these attempts. Blades and arrows barely penetrate their thick hide and muscle, and their foam coating seems to dampen a lot of magic too. Shields and armor mean absolutely nothing compared to their bulk, and tales speak of locals coming across dead knights embedded in the ground, hit so hard that it pretty much buried them into a shallow grave. From the sounds of it, these attempts have stopped a long time ago, but you do hear stories from time to time of some rich idiot giving it a go. Ends pretty much the same way every time, so if you are married to a wealthy lord and can't stand him but like the money, try sweet talking them into Bhekala hunting. And make sure you are in that will!  

Chlora Myron

Dryad Natural Historian

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"Bhekala"

If it is the spooky season then we need toads! And when you look at the equipment and ability toads and frogs have, then it seems natural to make one that eats dragons!