#I am feeling extremely unwell over this ending

[anime-academia]

"My son, Michio, never called out for me or his mother. Until his very last breath he clasped one of your letters to his breast. It was you, and you alone, he kept asking for."

-The Demon of the Lonely Isle, Edogawa Rampo (trans. Alexis J Brown, 2022)

[iralthegreat]

Why does everything have to be so complicated blughrurjrjsjrn

[hoshieeyewrinkles]

D o c t o r p a r k

Pairing: Doctor! Jay x Bimbo! Reader

Genre: smut

W.c: 2.5k

| Requested | Not proofread |

Tw warning: extreme humiliation, heavy degradation, anal sex, spanking, fingering, shoe humping, umm reader is put into a wedgie, Jay fingered her belly button 😭, Filth.

"I'm feeling a bit dizzy, Mr. Kim," you lamented, trying to evoke a sense of concern from your professor, who simply looked at you with skepticism. "I'm a bit concerned Miss.Y/n because you haven't been feeling well for the past few weeks. Maybe you should take the day off and ask your friends for notes." Your professor suggested the idea, and you reluctantly agreed, secretly rolling your eyes. In reality, you didn't actually have any dizziness or headaches. You just wanted an excuse to escape class and visit the nurse's office in hopes of catching a glimpse of the incredibly attractive Doctor Park, also known as Doctor Jay.

You have been on his tail since the past weeks, wanting to get into his pants than anything else. Though your plans have gone unsuccessful as he merely shrugged you off crushing your hopes in an instant. He was extremely stern and focused on his work. The university you were studying in was a prestigious one with strict protocols hiring the best lecturers, the best staff and the hottest doctor.

He was everything you ever wanted. He was smart, young, well-built and probably had a big dick too given by his attitude. Oh how you wished to feel his strong arms around your neck, keeping you in a chokehold.

There you were once again, waiting for him to notice you, in his office. With his white coat dangling by his chair, he was glancing through his phone. His well-fitting black shirt revealed his biceps, and he had his hair pulled back, his trousers ironed and his leather shoes lightly tapping the floor. You wished the floor was you instead. You were relieved that his nurse had taken a lunch break, but you found her annoying because of her privilege to always be around doctor Jay.

"Oh Miss.Y/n you again?" He questioned blankly, though the 'again' seemed a little emphasised. "Yes, doctor Park, I am feeling a little unwell." You responded in a soft tone, your voice coming across as seductive, as you had intended. Jay raised an eyebrow and slightly shook his head, his gaze drawn to your choice of outfit. A white mini skirt paired with a baby blue tube top. You were dressed in very little as usual, and his gaze was drawn to your sparkling headband and red nails, which would look stunning wrapped around his fat cock. He was fully aware of your intentions, but he could not afford to give in to them just yet.

"Miss.Y/n, you have come here three times this week. You already have a prescription from me for headache medication. Despite the fact that you showed no symptoms, you previously claimed to have a fever. What symptoms do you have now? Would you mind informing me, hm?" He inquired in the most casual tone. His tone already has your pussy throbbing. He was overconfident and a stuck-up asshole in the sexiest way possible.

"I feel some pain here, doctor." You said that, and then you moved over to the hospital bed and laid down next to his chair without asking. With a silent exhale, he looked up at you. Your top was dropping to expose your cleavage, and your skirt was perilously riding up to expose your soft mid-thighs.

"Where does it hurt, Miss Y/n?" He questioned unfazed, despite the fact that his mind was racing. You pouted slightly at his unaffected demeanour, your pink glossy lips tempting him to bite them. He was annoyed by the way you fluttered your eyes at him, acting as if you knew nothing about anything. It made him so angry that he wanted to rip off your pathetic excuse for clothes and rail you to the end. The thoughts which went through his mind every time he saw you would have him fired from the university, have his licence suspended.

"Here..." You pointed directly at your crotch, expecting him to be either flustered or disgusted. To your surprise, he smirked. "I understand what you are doing, Y/n," he said, shaking his head and dropping the honorific. He did not let you respond when he spoke again. "I must say, it is funny."

"What do you mean, doctor?" You asked innocently, but your heart raced as you wondered what he was thinking. "Nothing, are you sure your litte princess parts doesn't hurt because of taking the whole football team?" He questioned and your jaw dropped. He let out a snort at your expression "What? Am I lying?" His smirk widens when your face starts to turn red, burning in humiliation.

"Does your skirt length correspond to your level of comprehension? You dirty vulgar girl" He asked again degrading you. "Doctor....that's really mean of you! You are slut-shaming and y-you are insulting me." In reply, you stumbled over your words. "I'm not slut shaming you y/n. I'm simply stating out facts which I have heard around and which you have showed around me, how is that offensive, sweetheart?" He questioned amused, his cock twitched in his pants at the sight of your dumb expression. You were nothing but a dumb slut who could barely live her life without a cock. He noticed the way you rubbed your thighs together at the nickname he called you.

"The whole football team—hell, I do not even know their names, they did not sleep with me. Doctor Jay,how can you believe them?" You asked, your bottom lip quivering as you pouted at him. You were not so naive as to miss his taunts, but you were sick enough to take pleasure in the embarrassment he was causing you. Jay laughed because he thought you were cute and there were no rumours that you were sleeping with the whole football team. He made them up himself to see how smart you are, and you were clearly one of the dumbest girls he has ever met. Probably the sluttiest too.

Lucky for you, he loved sluts.

You did not have time to think when he lifted your skirt, revealing your drenched panties, which were stuck to your pussy lips. "I- Doctor Park, what the hell are you doing!" You yelled at him, attempting to push your skirt down, but he held it firmly between his fingers. "Stop pretending, baby; you have been doing this for weeks, trying to seduce me with your pathetic excuse of tops barely holding your saggy tits and these fucking skirts that keep getting shorter, coming to my office almost every day." He paused for a moment licking his lips at the sight of your soaked panties. "Did you enjoy the humiliation I put you through, y/n? it made your pussy throb, yeah?"

You let out a small moan and nodded desperately, letting your fake innocent demeanour slip as you grabbed his hand, which was holding the hem of your skirt and guiding it onto your cunt. "Please, Doctor Park, it hurts."

He chuckled in response, shaking his head slightly. "Well, as your doctor, I must investigate what is going on with you, princess." His eyes were filled with lust. He pushed his morality and principles to the back of his mind. Fuck, he needed your slutty pussy right now. It was the prettiest cunt he would ever see, and he was not going to pass up this opportunity to use you.

He removed his hand from your crotch and opened the drawer in front of him. You watched him with curiosity, desperate to get his fingers, mouth, and cock inside you right away. He shuffled through his belongings before reaching for a pair of white gloves and putting them on. Your eyes widened at his actions.

"Your little nasty pussy does not deserve to be touched by my bare hands." He spoke in a low deep voice earning a whine from you. "Fuck, look at those juices. You are such a shameless whore." You felt your insides twist at his tone change. He was such an unpredictable man with no filter, treating you in the most humiliating ways, which only made you want him more. You would let him do whatever he wanted with you. You were down bad for him.

Without any warning he inserted his gloved finger inside you, it went in so smoothly as you were completely drenched. "Are you enjoying this? How embarassing y/n, is this why you joined this university? To suck cocks? To have your little cunt pounded by everyone?" You didn't reply to any of his questions busy in pleasure be was giving you, letting out small whimpers. He added two more fingers, aggressively fingering you. The wet, gushing sounds filled the room: "Doctor Park... P-please. Want to feel your fingers." You begged, squirming around, getting closer to your high. He ignored your words and lifted your tube top above your stomach, exposing your belly button to him. "Would you like to be fucked there too?" He aggressively pushed his other hand's fingers inside your belly button. You give a squeak at the sensation, moaning like the whore you are.

Your cunt and belly button getting fingered by his thick fingers simultaneously, releasing waves of pleasures inside you. You were thrashing around uncontrollably, overcome with pleasure. "Calm down, slut. I'm just getting started. Turn around." He ordered and you complied feeling a bit disappointed that you didn't get to cum. "but I didn't..." He cut you off harshly after landing a slap on your pussy "Not everything is about you."

He stuck your underwear in a wedgie, and you winced at the burning sensation on your pussy lips. Without warning, he pulled the wedgie and snapped it back, causing you to let out a painful screech. "This is how dirty little girls like you deserve to be treated," he said before snapping the wedgie several more times. You thrashed around, biting your palm to muffle your voice. He eventually stopped his assault on your ass crack and removed your underwear. What further humiliated you was the way he held your underwear with just two fingers treating it like some dirty trash. "Put this drenched shit in your mouth so you'll keep your dumb mouth shut." He threw the underwear in your face, and you did as he said, shoving it inside your mouth. You could taste the sweetness of your juices inside your mouth.

You never knew being treated in such humiliating way would turn you on so much. "Fuck look at this ass" he grunted kneading the flesh in his gloved hands. His cock was about to burst through his trousers. He enjoyed treating you in this manner because that is what dumb little cock sluts like you deserve, constantly seducing people and putting their jobs in risk. You needed to be taught a lesson that would put you in your proper place.

He began spanking your ass harshly until you were numb, your moans muffled by your panties. "This. is. exactly what naughty girls like you deserve." He spat on your asshole making sure it's lubricated enough. "I have no intention of using your nasty pussy but this tight ass deserve to be pounded." He unbuckled his belt throwing it aside and letting his cock stand in all glory. You tried to turn back, to look at his cock but he smacked your ass again "Don't turn back. I don't wanna see your spit covered dirty face." He degraded you before lifting you by the stomach and placing you on your hands and knees.

He pushed his cock into your hole, letting out the most seductive moan that nearly made you cum. "Mhmm..." You let out a muffled moan, and despite the pain, you could not stop pushing back on his cock. He began to pound into you with great speed, his hips slamming into your bruised ass. The pain from the wedgie assault lingered, and him pushing his cock into your whole aggravated it.

"Messy dumb slut." He yanked your hair back, his hips moving with uncontrollable speed. "Fuck, this is what you wanted right? To be fucked by me? To be treated like nothing, you are truly shameful." His words kept pushing you to your edge. Jay bit his lip at your state, your plump ass looked so bruised. Your belly button was red from his assault. He felt all of his stress disappear as he fucked your ass. "Touch yourself for me, baby," he asked, and you began to rub your clit vigorously, feeling your high return, but before you could cum, he pulled out his cock and released himself over your ass. You took out the underwear from your mouth. "Doctor park, I couldn't cum." You whined, panting loudly. He didn't reply, taking his gloves out before disposing them into the trash can nearby.

"And? How is that my problem?" He asked cockily, sitting back in his chair, manspreading, his cock still out. "Doctor park that's not fair!" You yelled in frustration before crawling out of bed, landing on your knees. Jay bit his lip at your sight, you looked so desparate and filthy. "Suck my cock and make yourself cum, angel." He pushed his leather shoe on your clit. You immediately took his cock in your mouth slurping on it messy while grinding on his hoe. "You dirty insatiable girl!" He said chuckling at your messed up state pushing your mouth deeper onto his cock.

You were still grinding hard on his hoe, moaning on his cock and rubbing your covered breast against his leg. Lost in the blissful pleasure he was receiving from your sensual lips, he was letting out soft moans. You were truly like the wettest and the filthiest dream he ever had. You came on his shoe grinding like a whore and he pushed you back before spraying his cum on your top. You both took few minutes to catch your breath before he wore his pants back and glanced at your dumb state. "Get up." He gave the order, and you stumbled to your feet, drenched in sweat, saliva, and cum. "Pick your underwear and clean my shoe."

You obeyed his orders cleaning his shoe with your underwear "Wear them back." You were about to protest, but his one look stopped you, and you wore the dirty, completely drenched panties back. You felt so nasty yet so good. He pulled you onto his lap and pressed his lips against yours. You kissed him back, running your hand through his styled hair, messing it up. He patted your ass, breaking off the kiss. "You can rest on the bed while I bring you something to eat." He said, and you felt the heat rush back into your face as you nodded shyly. You laid back on the bed watching him collect his things. "Remember don't remove the underwear till your day ends, it will be a reminder for you to know what happens to naughty pretentious girls like you."

His words made you whine and nod submissively, "Perhaps I will use your little pussy next time, princess."

[emersonfreepress]

help i'm alive

So! Long time, no see. 2023 was a whole goddamn lot lol

I don't have a demo update to share yet, but that's because I had to scrap nearly everything I managed to write during a very, very, very bad stint of writer's block last year. I hadn't even realized it had been a block like that until I went over my work so far last month and realized it was bad -- like, trust me; a slog to read that didn't even sound like me. It's been extremely frustrating but I've finally broken free of that and it's been easy and actually fun to write again for the first time in actual years. I just hate giving updates that have no actual news in them. And I really had nothing to share other than: I deleted thousands of words and feel so much better now 😅

Anyway, little about my demo plans have changed: I'm still putting out the Chapter 3 demos in Choicescript/on Dashingdon and then will be going dark to move things over to Twine. Where I am in the process right now is... feeling like 35% done with the overhauled version of this chapter and 50% done for the next demo update.

As far as asks, I'm... not really sure what to do?? I believe I've read them all (I love you guys), but so much time has passed since getting most of them that I'm not sure if it's, like... still pertinent??? To go back and answer them?? I suppose some of them like character asks could be, but all the nice messages of support -- that feels weird since I've practically ghosted this blog since August! Idk. Y'all tell me what to do with 'em and I'll do it. Maybe I should make a poll.

Uh... that's really all there is to say regarding the game! I've added some personal stuff after the cut, but if you're done here: Thanks for reading and sticking around. It means the world, for real.

So what has occupied my time all this time? Doctor, therapy, money, and friends. And improv! But especially the first two. There was a lot of non-writing related stuff fucking up my ability to focus and write, so hopefully with my mind and body both feeling a lot better, I can get back to being present and active with the game. I didn't realize how physically unwell I was until last year and it's been like... life-long issues I've been treating. It turns out it's not normal to feel exhausted enough to sleep at any given time, at all times, for your whole life! wow!!

I also uninstalled Tumblr from my phone back in February, so you could say I'm sort of generally focused on offline life. (And what an interesting coincidence that my writer's block dissipated shortly after that...) I also just moved!! The last two weekends have been so expensive and stressful -_- But I can't even compare the old place to the new. We're basically paying the same price for idek how much more space. The cats are so happy; which means the house humans get to be happy.

My schedule is finally freed up from constant medical shit (there was a 3-month stretch this winter with multiple doctor appointments literally every fucking week 🙃🙃🙃). My mental health is doing a lot better -- literally incomparably better compared to where I was this time last year. There's live comedy now (which I dabble in, to be clear lol), but I've finally found myself able to like... balance it all. The physical and creative energy that goes into it all, anyway. The lovely thing about improv is that you kinda just show up and do your thing -- it doesn't cut into my writing time so much as it costs energy. Unless I end up in this comedy debate show thing next month, which I am very excited to give up writing time for

So like... Life is life-ing and I'm just vibing. Or something? I'll be around.

Thank you all again so much for your interest, support, patience, and readership <3

[aemondsladywife]

His Lady Wife : Alternative Ending I

aemond x reader

an alternative ending to 'His Lady Wife' where y/n survives and aemond suffers the consequences of his actions.

a/n: its 3am in the uk rn and i've made you guys wait too long! i am extremely sorry this took so long to write!! i won't even lie, its not the best, i really struggled w these alternative endings, feedback and comments are appreciated as always, my inboxes are always open for requests!! also if you want to be on my permanent aemond taglist, please comment! btw there are more alt endings on its way!

genre: angst

after hours and hours of intense labour, you finally gave birth to a premature baby girl. you were exhausted, but seeing your precious baby girl gave you all the strength you needed in the world. as you cradled your tiny, precious baby girl, your 'husband' came in, with guilt etched all over his face.

"my wife I-"

his eyes fell to his tiny baby girl. his eyes began to water as he spoke,

"is that my daughter?"

you looked at him with cold eyes, your blood was boiling as you placed a protective arm around the daughter you had just birthed.

"no she is no mans daughter. she is mine. only mine. no fucking guards and definetely not yours. she has your white hair and violet eyes but it was not you who carried her 8 months in a chamber fit for a criminal. it wasn't you who had to endure severe pains for the past 8 moons. it wasn't you who pushed and pushed for 9 hours straight. that was all me. you left her mother to die and now you expect to be her father? if you want a baby so bad carry on fucking that whore of yours, you're nearly there!"

aemond looked at his wife with wide eyes. he didn't know what to say or where to begin. her anger was justified. he was about to step closer and speak to his wife when he was interrupted by a maester.

"my prince, may I speak to you in private."

aemond nodded to the maester, with tears of guilt and pain in his eyes as he walked out of the room with him.

"my prince. the princesses labours were... horrific, to put it mildly. as she was not given any support during her tulmtuous pregnancy, her labors were worse than we had ever seen, it is a miracle that she and the babe are alive. it was a whole moon early, she lost litres of blood, the baby was upside down and had to be physically twisted and even now, both mother and wife are severly unwell. please do not take offence my prince... but it is best you give the princess and the babe their space. any further stress could even cause a heart attack."

aemond felt sick to his stomach as he realised what he had put his wife and daughter through, all because he let his self doubt and insecurities get the better of him.

he nods and complies to the maesters words. what else could he do other than wait? he caused enough damage as it is.

weeks go by and aemond can't even catch a glimpse of either his wife or daughter. his heart is overtaken by remorse and longing. he knew this was all his fault, but he desperately wanted to see his baby and his wife who he treated so terribly.

aemond took a deep breath before knocking on the door of his estranged wife's chambers, he has flowers and a dragon plushie in his hands.

you open the door, with your daughter in your arms, not expecting to see aemond at the door.

"husband."

aemond has a sorrowful, sad smile on his face.

"my wife, i know my actions are much beyond forgiveness, i will live the rest of my life in regret for my disgusting actions... but please, give me a chance to redeem myself. i will do anything and everything my love. i have not even held my own daughter. please. i beg you, my lady. let me hold my little girl."

aemond begged you with tears in his eyes. he was desperate. he looked at his tiny daughter in your arms and yearned to hold her. all he wanted was to be a good father and husband.

"i remember feeling this desperate too..."

your words give him a slight bit of hope. he hopes that you pity him enough to give him a chance.

"i felt this desperate when i begged of you to let me go to my fathers and recieve treatment for my pregnancy complications. and what did you do. refuse. and what did i have to do? suffer in silence. now you will do the same."

aemond's entire being became filled with guilt and resentment towards himself, he would do anything for a moment with his wife and daughter.

"please my wife. please. i have not been able to eat or sleep knowing the pain i caused you and our daughter."

you looked back at him with no sympathy and chuckled when you spoke.

"i remember that feeling all too well. i felt the same when you restricted me to a chamber with mouldy walls and food that wouldn't feed a child let alone a woman carrying a child herself"

you were shutting the door on him when he stopped it. he was so desperate, he was begging you with tears in his eyes.

"please. my lady. my lady wife i know my apologies are worthless but at least give this to my sweet girl."

he holds out the little stuffed dragon toy, praying to the gods you would accept it.

"we do not accept gifts from strangers. especially ones who once had ill intentions for us."

with that, you shut the door and left aemond in a state of great despair. in one swoop, he lost his wife and only child. his dreams of being a father had been crushed by his own hand.

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[ellijg]

GIF IMAGINE 3

As the youngest of your 3 older siblings, you were the troublemaker. The one who never did as they were told. The one who disobeyed orders, even from your father, the king. And the one who refused to be confined in the castle walls.

You’d always make up a little white lie about feeling unwell or needing to rest, just so you could return to your chambers and most importantly, the tunnels that hid behind the tapestry by your bed. A lie that your mother always seemed to believe. And now a lie that had resulted in her pacing around your chambers, her hand on her forehead as she cursed you for being so stupid.

Aemond stormed into your chambers to see Alicent sat on the end of your bed with her head in her hands, and you, again… no where to be seen. “She’s done it again hasn’t she?” He sighed as he pulled back the tapestry, revealing the door slightly creaked open. “I don’t know what to do with her Aemond, she will not listen to me” , Alicent croaked out in despair. Aemond sighed once more, an angry sigh as he turned his head to glance at his mother, to see the pain on her face that you had caused. He walked to stand infront of her, “leave her with me” he spoke blankly before making his way out of the door.

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An hour had passed and Aemond and Ser Criston were still searching the streets of kings landing. They searched the taverns, the shops, and even the brothels for you but you were no where in sight, until… Criston stopped in his tracks and pulled Aemond slightly back before nodding his head to something in the distance. Aemond followed his eyeline before catching a glimpse of a small hooded figure just a few paces infront of them. “Princess!” The knight carelessly shouted. Your eyebrows furrowed as you turned your head to the sound of the voice. Your eyes almost fell out of their sockets as you lock eyes with Aemond who stares back in anger.

You waste no time as you take off running in the opposite direction, pushing through the crowds of people. Without hesitation, Aemond leaps into action and sprints off after you, paying Ser Criston no mind as he calls after him. You weave your way through the streets, desperate to find somewhere to hide, until you reach a small side alleyway. You stop to catch your breath and quickly glance behind you to see no sign of Aemond. You let out of a sigh of relief as you smile to yourself proudly before all of a sudden being tugged back by your waist, your back pressed against a chest. “Got you” a voice whispers in your ear as you’re thrown over a strong shoulder and carried off down the street.

You kick your feet and hit your fists off their back before noticing the long blonde hair trailing down by your face. You let out an angry growl, “Aemond! Let me go!” You scream, as you attempt to fight your way out of his grip, forgetting that he trains with the sword every morning, noon and night. His grip on you refuses to falter as he reaches the tunnels you snook out of a few hours prior, and throws you down onto your feet. “You should be grateful I found you. Anything could have happened to you out there. You are a Targaryen princess, you are extremely valuable, especially to those people out there who have nothing. When are you going to realise that!” He lectures you as you slouch against the wall and look down at your feet. He sighs, before bringing two fingers to your chin to gently lift your head to look at him, “what am I going to do if something happen to you? You think I would be able to live with the thought of me not being there to protect you?”

You trail your eyes up to lock with his, his words causing you to feel guilty for your actions. “I would’ve been fine Aem” you spoke softly, holding his hand that still had a grip on your chin. You noticed the way he gulped. The way his eyes held so much love and care in them when they connected with yours. The way the corner of his mouth subtly curved upwards as if he was trying not to smile. “You might have been perfectly fine, but I will never take that risk of losing you. I will never take that risk of someone hurting you. For if I was to lose you, I would lose myself. The fire that we have within us, would consume me. And if that ever happens, everyone in kings landing would be expected to start praying, as there would be no one I’d leave alive. I’d burn them all to avenge you”

You stared up at him in awe. Your mouth opening and closing as you struggled to find the words to say. He smiled down at you, finding your speechlessness rather amusing. He gently placed both hands on your cheeks to press a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling away and taking your hand in his. “Let’s get you back to mother before her head explodes” he joked, making you laugh and nod your head as he lead you through the tunnels, back to your chambers.

[forget-me-maybe]

Rolan HC

So, I was sick last week and thought about how Rolan would react on my Tav being sick.

I think he'd be very caring, as he always is, but he's also so unproportionally scared of getting sick he'd be acting somewhat irrationally. Anyways, here's a short SFW drabble:

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Throughout the history of Toril there’s one disease no cleric, druid or alchemist has been able to cure. 

The common cold. 

Faye had been snivelling all day, blaming it mostly on the cold weather the Gate experienced this winter. 

But then she sneezed. 

And she had never seen Rolan get out of the couch faster, stumbling and sweeping down a carafe from the table with his tail. 

“You’re sick” he said while he looked at her like she had just turned into a mindflayer. 

“I’m fine” Faye tried to reassure the wizard. “It’s probably just a cold” 

“Just a cold?” he snapped at her. “Just the most contagious disease known to this plane that bears no cure!” 

Faye was shocked and slightly amused by the exaggerated reaction. Rolan had never shown signs of being a germaphobe. He liked to keep things clean but never to an extreme extent. 

But this. This was new. 

Just as Faye was about to say something reassuring, the portal did the swooshy thing and Cal and Lia entered the tower. 

“I don’t feel well” Lia said, her voice hoarse and tired. 

“Me neither, I’ll see you tomorrow” Cal said in an equally tired voice. 

Rolan looked like he was about to combust. 

“I’m setting up quarantine” he said through gritted teeth. 

“You’re what?” Faye said, staring at him blankly. 

And that’s how she and the younger siblings ended up confined in their rooms. 

Rolan wasn’t an awful warden, in fact he would probably go down in history as one of the best. He made chicken soup that he teleported into the prisoners’ rooms, made sure they always had hot tea and made tonics for their sore throats. 

He wrote cute little notes that accompanied the daily rations. 

Eat. X 

Drink. X

Sleep. X 

Faye suspected Cal and Lia got similar notes except the Xs. 

But Faye was bored. Sure, she was unwell. Her body ached and her nose was clogged up but she’d much rather be getting at least something done than just laying in bed all day. 

She had been in solitary confinement for one and a half days when there was a knock on the door. Excited by the fact that anything at all happened she jumped from her spot in the bed to open. She opened the door just an inch to find Cal and Lia. 

“Quickly, let us in” Lia whispered and didn’t wait for an answer before she had pushed herself inside with Cal right behind. 

Faye carefully closed the door to not make a sound as it shut and gave the siblings a questioning look. 

“So, this is your first time getting a cold while living with Rolan” Lia said as she walked over to the bed. 

“Is he like this every time?” Faye asked. 

“More or less, he’s better now though” Cal said. “One time mum had to tell him off for trying to lock us up in the attic” 

“So, me and Cal always pretend it’s a fun sleepover situation instead” Lia chimes in. “If you’re up for it?” 

“Fuck yeah I am” Faye blurted out, unable to contain her excitement for just being able to talk to someone. 

So, the three pyjama-clad captives settled in bed, Lia in the middle and Cal and Faye on each side. 

They played cards, they chatted. Cal got a bit worse (men just can’t handle a simple cold) and fell asleep. Faye and Lia continued talking into the small hours of the night before they too were claimed by sleep. 

Faye woke up a bit worse for wear, but not as bad as the tall tiefling staring at the three of them from the door. She shot him a crooked and apologetic smile as she pondered on what new quarantine rules he’d set up now that they’ve been caught. 

But then Rolan snivelled. 

“I’ve succumbed to your illness” he muttered, approaching the bed with a face that can only be described as completely miserable. “Scoot” 

There was not much room to scoot, sure their bed was big, but not four-people-big. Lia got an accidental elbow to the ribs and Cal almost fell off the bed on the other side as Rolan squeezed himself into the small space that was available to him. 

The younger siblings quickly excused themselves and left the room, for all of their sakes. 

Faye wrapped her arms around Rolan, he was warmer than normally and still shivered. She wondered how long he waited until he admitted to himself that he too was unwell. 

“If I die –” 

“You’re not dying from a cold” Faye cut him off. 

“If I die, and since we’re not married yet, you have no claim to the tower” he said, ignoring her remark. 

“Not married yet?” 

“That’s not the point of what I’m trying to say” he dismissed her, completely ignoring the grin spread on her face. “Cal and Lia could in theory kick you out, don’t let them” 

“I really don’t think they would” she said firmly. Actually she was quite sure the only way she’d be kicked out of the tower was if she were to hurt Rolan and she’d most likely be taking a shortcut from the balcony if that were to happen. 

“I should put it down in writing” he blurted out, sitting up so quickly he almost fell out of the bed. “Get my business in order before…” 

“You’re not dying from a cold, you silly man!” 

She pulled him back into a lying position, smothering him with enough blankets to keep a bugbear down. She wiped some sweat beads from his forehead and the wizard’s face finally relaxed. Faye figured she could sleep a bit more now that she was next to him.

[narwhalandchill]

how are we feeling about this project amber update

assuming this is in relation to childe bc who the fuck else JWDJWJKDJKW anon im so sorry if not. also so so sorry for how out of hand this got. i am simply unwell about him.

But! Well. there certainly are thoughts

(obviously 4.6 datamine of arle SQ and her voicelines; This Will Not Spoil Anything Abt The Main SQ Plot, i only discuss the relevant parts. also some p Heavy negativity towards fanon ooc at the start youve been warned dont @ me)

(i mean i didnt even read anything of the SQ but The scene w childe so idek the main plot of the quest rly either lmao. tho go at ur own risk if u wanna check the dialogue out; its the 2nd quest log but it does hint at the greater story)

TLDR: how i feel abt his appearance in a vaccuum? quite solid despite the briefness, actually. accounting for the way fanon is 100% likely going to be reading into this and turning it into the Lets Infantilize Ajax Even More 2024 championship? conflicted.

in other words; a certified labyrinth warriors moment - theyve expanded on childes character in a very interesting and quite a compelling way and while i Do like the potential in what im seeing from hoyos end theyve also done it so that its going to be misinterpreted to hell and back by fanon so i kinda have an immediate jaded love-hate moment going on JJWJDKJDKJWJDWKJ

its literally just labyrinth warriors flashbacks - that event has some of my ALL TIME favorite insights into who ajax is and how he views the world and himself but when the event came out all everyone cared abt was to warp it into baby boy stuck in scawwy paper boy dungeon dehumanizes himself by calling himself a weapon and doesnt love himself he is such a sad trauma meowkitten 🥺🥺so yeah

bc like lets look at this properly for a bit; okay he went back to fontaine to look for skirk still somewhat injured and waa waa my 286 month infant baby cannot Make decisions like that!!!!!11! which is to say. i am tired of him getting this shit every time.

is it smart of him to get on the move immediately with just the bare minimum of rest? no. do i like that hes straining himself before proper recovery? not particularly no. do i feel the particular need to psychoanalyze this grown man and feared warrior whos 100% survived Way Worse in Way More Extreme Situations for it? hell fucking no.

while not at all the course of action a medical professional would approve of. from childes POV its perfectly logical hes priorizing going back for skirk when its literally the FIRST TIME shes showed up in like. a Decade. when hes been looking for her all this time are you kidding me 😭😭😭 but fanon must keep fanoning for their widdle baby girl so what does a hater like me know

anyway. seething and venting over im gonna try to avoid bringing up how much i hate this kinda infantilization of ajax now im sorry for bringing it up so much on ur innocent ask anon KJWDJKWKJDJDKWJKD. neutral discussion moment. i Promise

so it seems that theyre going for the pulcinella-is-shady-about-ajax (and prolly his family) angle for good and like. personally for me as long as the only real source of that claim was scara (a cynical edgelord who doesnt believe in non-exploitative human relationships, mind you) i was rather skeptical towards just instantly drawing that conclusion, but well. with the scene in arles AQ it appears to be sth theyre building towards

i actually really fucking loved that scene bc while theres outsider perspectives (scara obvi; and even arles line for him has that vibe. and ppl still take that shit face value 💀💀) and a lot of fandom assuming childes like. completely clueless and naive and ignorant towards the potential risks involved with trusting pulcinella. this is actually a very clever demonstration of quite the opposite? and showcasing how despite his aversion towards schemes and lies hes still intelligent and knows the kind of people hes dealing with when it comes to his fellow harbingers

like. childe has a negative opinion of arle based on what pulcinella has told him about her because at face value many of her deeds are in heavy conflict with his values of loyalty and family. and because he does not have the further context behind her actions and what the HotH under her is really like. Obviously hed hold a very hostile and wary view towards arlecchino

(ESPECIALLY when with all this biased intel hes still going to run into kids from the house!!! and then hes going wtf? these are good kids. what the hell is that knave doing with them??? blink twice if you need help i will start a civil war for yall like thats how he is with kids!!!!)

so YES. pulcinella has given him if not false then at least misleading intel based on the political tension between himself and arlecchino and the wider HotH. and childes taken that at face value! sure! he is close with pulcinella of course he would!

BUT. THEN. he returns to fontaine and seeks arlecchinos help looking for skirk. and observes her behavior and modus operandi for himself as well as the kids. does he go "nah she must be just hiding the crazy evil shit i would never distrust pulcinella" and leave it at that when reality doesnt completely match his expectations?

NO. because when offered the opportunity through the traveler asking about the HotH childe immediately capitalizes on the opportunity to prod for answers and see if pulcinella is lying to him!!!!

and hes so fucking smart with the way he does it too???? i LOVE his intelligence. the entire thing is so simple yet elegant; it Completely relies on his reputation as the kinda gullible harbinger whod Never scheme or hide Anything to indirectly affirm or deny his suspicions. he doesnt Need to Pretend to care about the possibility of arle betraying the kids bc he genuinely does!! and when she pushes back against the accusation he doesnt Need to fake admitting to her that well, actually, its all just rumors so he could be completely wrong. and so on. like he navigates the entire thing so effortlessly. and whats the end result?

childe has Confirmation of pulcinellas possible ulterior motives in action AND that arlecchino is a much more reliable ally than he initially assumed. all the while appearing as just The Straightforward 11th. like obviously id need to hear it voiced first to be sure but in text it v much gives the impression hes almost kinda just. playing up the threats towards arle and being "dumb" on Purpose?? to get the answers he wanted out of arle without appearing like hes fishing for anything particular. and i just hhhhhhhhhhh

i love when he does this so muchhhh!!!!!! 😭😭 he doesnt need to become some machiavellian schemer to be able to strategize !!!!!! he avoids scheming bc he Dislikes it not bc hes incapable of it like this has Always been the case Since Liyue AQ and i love whenever they show that side of himm . my Beloved

so anyway. while i do still think the like "pulcinella is bad and has his family hostage" is still kind of a generic plotline and i hope the writing regarding the whole thing wont ultimately turn out to be sth That simplified and black and white. its p clear theyre doing Something with pulcinellas motivations and as they are. im Really glad theyre letting it show that childes not just some completely passive party being manipulated in this all. he Is thinking abt this stuff and his position among the harbingers. ig we shall see where it goes - not the greatest fan of the concept still, but canon text supports it becoming a thing way more than when it was just scaras word we had for it. hope theyll surprise me positively w how they go about it!

then briefly for the rest uhh

also loved arle and childe just shittalking the rest of the harbingers it was amazing. i wasnt expecting this kinda dynamic between them at all but its great lmao. also i wanna see childe hang out w the HotH kids

as for project stuzha; so we dont really get anything solid on it other than being summoned back to snezhnaya for it is apparently a Big Deal. but still very interested. let my man have his endgame significance Trust

childes appearance was obviously v brief ultimately but that was clear from his leaked linecount to begin with - i am pretty satisfied with what they seem to have done w him. like its not The Best but also i wasnt expecting his lore to get some massive expansion in another harbingers SQ . the worst i feared was that it was just going to be a flashback of arle returning his vision which did Not happen so massive W. i am super hyped to hear this scene voice acted proper and happy to see him again, i really hope he gets to appear at least once more in an interlude or dains quest or something before going on hiatus again but idk if thats too much to ask LKKWJDJWDJWD

also: i am never changing my namecard after this patch drops. oh my godddddddd its So Fucking Beautiful 😭😭😭😭

But. Yeah. lots of good stuff. unfortunately lots of it will get misinterpreted and fanon will get obnoxious about it. but i still love getting to see him again and i am speedrunning that namecard day fucking one mutuals and/or followers in EU please add me (UID 711090267) ill need coop buddies for the world bosses

thank youuuuuuu for the ask i hope this monstrosity of a monologue doesnt scare u off 💀💀💀

[inamindfarfaraway]

I just finished watching a playthrough of Shadow Generations and I am mentally unwell. A few thoughts:

SHE’LL ALWAYS BE IN HIS HEART

His SMILE! His real actual smile with soft eyes! For her!

He also didn’t know it was her when he first ran in to save her, he just heard a random child in trouble and immediately dropped his urgent mission to protect them! Because he’s a hero!

“I’ll be fine. We’ll all be fine.” He lets himself hope… after everything, he thinks he finally has a second chance. Shadow, aways the pessimist, has no fear of paradoxes or breaking the timeline or anything bad coming from altering the past. He doesn’t dismiss it as impossible. He just believes. And with the context of Dark Beginnings, those imaginary flashes of him and Maria in a field of flowers, this is literally his dream come true. “I pretend that’ll see you again, and that I’ll save you from all the things I failed to.” IT HURTS

Shadow, Omega, Rogue and Sonic are all friends who love each other and enjoy each other’s company! Shadow was having so much fun challenging Sonic and respects him too much to play dirty with his ridiculously overpowered new tricks.

He did the fake Chaos Emerald con in reverse! Rogue has been rubbing off on him.

Black Doom and the new powers he gives Shadow were seriously unsettling. The way this teenage boy clutches his head and screams in agony as tendrils of darkness and viscera grab him, drown him, rip out of him… I did not like that. Hasn’t he suffered enough? It does look cool, though.

So that was an extremely cathartic final boss fight. It’s nicely ironic that Black Doom keeps saying that Shadow was “made for” destruction when we all know that he was made to heal and save lives, and he calls Shadow’s resistance “meaningless” while Shadow’s awesome theme song playing underneath goes “You’ve found the meaning that you searched for so long”. The army saw him as a weapon and his creator used him as a weapon and now his other creator is trying to do the same, but he’s not! He never was and never will be!

Speaking of boss fights, I wasn’t expecting to have any feelings about Mephiles, of all characters. But damn. A one-dimensional, pure evil villain reduced to a terrified tragedy desperate to matter and simply survive. “I want… to exist!”

I’m not over the fact that SHADOW SHOWS YOU WHERE TO FIND THE LIGHT. SHADOW SHOWS YOU WHERE THE LIGHT IS. A terminally ill child gave her new family and only hope that name for that reason. I. I’m crying.

And so is he at the end! They finally let him cry, even if we only saw one tear. Still! Emotional vulnerability for the win!

He could have frozen them in time and kept them alive… but he chose to move on. To save everyone else, to maintain his relationships and the life he’d built for himself in the present, to look forward to the future. To do what they’d want him to. I’m so proud of him. I’m so happy. My heart has been shattered.

[tozettastone]

Whats your ranking on akatsuki ships, partnered or otherwise?

I contemplated doing this ranking with all of the most common Akatsuki related ships but there were over 20 without even counting the OFCs and Reader fics. There were 4 Sakura pairings alone LOL. So I'll do a partner ship ranking I think.

I know that when they did this same ranking earlier today, @mixelation accounted for how the fandom treated these ships in their rankings. But I am ranking based on what dynamics I think these ships could deliver me. I'm not judging by what fandom actually gave me. I'm measuring with my ✨heart.✨

6. Orochimaru/Sasori

I cannot imagine this as a sexual or romantic ship, but I can admire the sheer amount of psychic damage these men would do through pure pettiness. This is really two dramatic judgemental bitches leaving no survivors. So that's fun, right? But as a ship? Nah.

5. Konan/Pein

I understand the canon basis for this ship but I am not very interested in either of these characters and they are not improved by proximity.

4. Sasori/Deidara

They're both cute and their philosophies are completely opposed. However, I think Sasori's regard for Deidara is not really articulated in canon and it's hard to imagine him having positive feelings about him? I don't think there's anything really interesting to chew on here, personally? It's like arguing and not much else, to me. It's an aesthetically pleasing pairing but the character dynamic is not compelling me.

3. Deidara/Tobi

Incomprehensible but at least I can see that Obito enjoys baiting Deidara and Deidara shows curiosity about Tobi. You can build a ship from the ground up if the characters are interested in drawing a reaction out of each other. I can see Obito getting attached and becoming extremely weird about it, which is always a plus. Obito has the canonical Uchiha problem of really imprinting on his precious people so I think it could end up being quite fun if written from an "Obito is erratic and unwell and Deidara is just beginning to realise he's bitten off more than he can chew," perspective. Good ship vibes.

2. Itachi/Kisame

Nobody writes this ship as a Kisame, who hates lies, deceiving himself about the character of Itachi, whose entire acquaintanceship with him is based on a lie, and I understand that this is extremely complicated to manage from a character perspective. In my heart this is a complicated relationship between a guilty and increasingly sick Itachi who can't quite dedicate himself fully to his partner, and a wilfully (as opposed to medically) blind Kisame who absolutely can.

Anyway, we love a ship that features a giant toothy violent dude whose leash is very loosely held by a consumptive teenager who is, deceptively, capable of equal or greater violence.

Also, service top Kisame. Like... yeah?? Obviously. I'm into that.

1. Hidan/Kakuzu

I am predictable. Everyone knows what I'm like about Hidan and Kakuzu. They are spouses who slay together. S-tier pairing. I have written... so... much... about... them....

[oneluckydragon]

GODDDDDD.. I SAW THE TAGS THAT YOU LEFT ON MY POSTS AND I AGREE WITH YOU SO MUCH.

Erida and Echo are such an interesting duo and honestly I can see Erida having even bigger of a struggle in trying to approach Echo first. Mainly because she's most definitely aware that her behavior and mannerisms resemble too much of Dusknoir's and if she were to ever find out about what the guy did to Echo and Sora.. yeah she'll be extremely careful when approaching out of fear to not set off any alarms (because it's already enough that someone she resembles who was nice turned out to be evil, what's stopping her from just ending up like him?). But once she regains her memories of her past life and finds out about Echo's origins as well? she'll be so worried for her. even when they both hailed from different worlds and acted differently, Erida will at least try to comfort Echo in her eternal self-struggle with her past, be it by trying to comfort her or at least be the shoulder she has to lay on when things get rough emotionally. She won't try to be pushy about it but she'll let Echo know that she isn't alone in her struggles and that Erida is just one call away if she ever needs her.

AND GAIA AND SORA.. don't even get me started.

I think what truly separates between Gaia and Erida and their backstories is that whereas Erida had her memories screwed over twice and didn't find out about who she was until later on, Gaia was aware of who she was/is on day 1. From the moment she landed on the Grass Continent, she knew what she was and what she hailed from, but masked her feelings about it and just saw everything that had happened as a second chance for a better life. And while she would absolutely love Sora just as much, her aura sensing abilities would scare Gaia a bit because a part of her tells her that the whole reason people treated her a bit nasty is because parts of her past life and soul just flared like an aura that set them off and told them exactly what they had to know about her, even if shes redeemed. but for Sora to know all of that and tolerate Gaia, and even go as far as ENJOYING her company??? that little claydol would cry tears of joy (if she had tear ducts, that is.). Just the idea of having a friend and someone who wants her around besides Erida is so foriegn to her that she might even doubt a bit and think that her chain is getting yanked. but once she knows it's legit, you bet that she'll levitate all happily around and be just as happy as Sora is.

they all mean so much to me... (sorry if i rambled too hard in your askbox... your girlies have taken a part in my head as well so the feeling is mutual.)

s1nn0hh OH MY GOD. I love your girlies. I love them SO much. The fact I wrote out all those tags and spammed you so much and you STILL took the time to respond with this!! I am unwell!!!

Erida being the one to struggle even more than Echo in the first stages of their friendship messes me up (Erida being so kind and patient and gentle because she's working on her own self-image and perception and AUGH I love her).

Echo is pretty bold so I can definitely see her warming up to Erida first despite the fact that Erida resembling Dusknoir so much brings back some harsh memories. But Echo could care less though. Erida is not Dusknoir and so she has nothing to do with those unfortunate experiences. And the idea of these two girlies being friends and UNDERSTANDING each other makes me unhinged. And Echo is so ferocious when it comes to protecting those she cares about (she will NOT lose another friend, she'll use her abilities to shelter the ones she loves) so if anyone even LOOKED at Erida cross-eyed once they're friends Echo would tear them apart.

(I am now thinking of a cute idea that when Echo and Erida laugh or feel happy together their gold rings glow in sync and light up and it's the most adorable thing I've ever considered in my entire life). They're like... nightlight besties. I love that for them.

And Gaia and Sora! I talked about this already but you agreeing that Gaia would adore Sora too once she realized that Sora genuinely likes her and enjoys having her around is!!! THE BEST!!! THING!!!

Sora would be so enamored with Gaia I am TELLING you. She is the type to write out letters to friends just to update them on even the most menial, but sweet things. Like flowers she saw that day which reminded her of Gaia's coloring. Or good food that she had and it made her think of happy memories w/ her friends. Or something like, "Gaia! Today, Echo and I visited Shaymin Peak. While climbing I picked up a little trinket called a Sky Gift and the Shaymin tell me that it's an item meant to be shared with those you care deeply about, otherwise the item inside will cease to exist when opened. Of course I thought of you! I hope it ends up being something worthwhile. Write to me soon!" (and the item ends up being a friend bow!!)

I'm sorry I'm just emotional over the idea of Gaia doubting Sora's friendship with her (because surely Sora /knows/ something is wrong with her, she can sense aura and thus Sora should fear her) but then a SKY GIFT manifests an item symbolizing their bond w/ each other and it's a FRIEND BOW. If that isn't the most literal "Sora adores you" moment in the world, then I don't know what else is.

To sum it up, Sora loves with her entire heart and she'd make no exceptions for Gaia. I want them to hang out all the time. I will not take criticism. c:

[cathkaesque]

Year in review, cathkaesque wrapped

Completed Very Big Very Cool Farmworker Report, which I'm still super pleased about. Everything I proposed was completed.

Went to Morocco for Very Big Very Cool international gathering

Basically completed transition - got all my documents in order, 2 years HRT, laser hair removal in process. I can take or leave srs so I'm basically exactly where I want to be now

Got asthma and celiac diagnoses - my lungs are better, I can finally put on weight, but my reflux issues are unfortunately uncurable (hiatial hernia)

Relatedly, spent most of February scrubbing black mould off my walls

Looking back on it, from mid-Feb/March I had an extremely bad mental breakdown that took up a good chunk of the year to recover from. Combination of all my work being due and none of it being done around March, huge trans panic in the press, trying to get all my documentation in order because the panic in the press scared the hell out of me, serious relationship issues...it was very bad. I had to move back in with my parents for much of the year while I sorted my shit out

Broke up with my bf but we got back together - the time apart sucked so bad and made us both extremely insane and unwell but it forced us to rectify serious ongoing issues in our relationship rather than letting them fester. I feel we've emerged from it stronger and things are going better than they ever have before so that is pretty wonderful. I just wish I could've resolved these things in a less dramatic, less damaging way.

Went on a lovely holiday in South Wales, and also a little weekend break in Kent

Drove 1250 miles in about 2 weeks

Went to my first festival (do not want to do that again, I hate the West)

Relatedly, wrote off my car because I was very tired from driving that much. I don't miss the responsibility of driving or owning a car at all, and I'm saving tonnes of money, but I really miss the ability to go on little trips to obscure places

Went to London a million times for work meetings

Sadly a lot of the international union work I've been involved with over the last few years has collapsed due to infighting in the international organisation. You have a situation where both the workers' union in Spain and one of the employer unions are affiliated to the same international organisation. The employer union is a lot bigger and unsurprisingly this is too unstable a mix to function and they reacted in a way that broke the rural workers' work I have been involved in. I am very pissed off as the result was issues the workers union really needed to be addressed never got looked at and someone who was very, very dedicated to the cause got forced out of their position because of it. Disgusted. I invested so much of myself into that work so I am trying to decouple my political activism from my work life to prevent this from happening again.

At the same time I had similar issues within my own workplace, especially after larger farmers' organisations reacted strongly against my report. I ended up having a big meeting with lots of them where I performed okay despite having a panic attack prior to it. So hopefully that will have been dealt with now.

Managed to have a healthier relationship to weed which is good

I got super into Flames of War and I'm really enjoying that, I love the models and painting my little guys has been so much fun.

But yeah. All in all a super, super hard year, especially the first 8 months of it, but this was due to overdue problems that needed to get solved, and they got solved. I hope things will be easier next year.

[thekinkyleopard]

The Happy Ending

A Sequel to “The Gathering” Found Here

Alistar x Draeko

⚠️Content warning⚠️

Sic Fic, Care Taking, Fluff, Smut, Cold Sharing

Description: Kanai brings Alistar home after his night out torturing the crew with his demon virus. Al is feeling extremely needy, and fiesty. His target? Drae. He needs his special pet. Very specific instructions, the mutt is more or less happy to oblige.

Author’s Notes: This part was supposed to be IN the original but it just NEEDED to be it’s own piece. So I shall starve you no longer. @aller-geez Owns Draeko and did the cover art!!

Alistar burst open the apartment door and immediately made a bee line toward the room Drae shared with Kanai. Originally Kanai and Al got a two bedroom apartment, and since Drae moved in, he just sort of shacked up with Kanai, but occasionally spent nights with Al. He flung open that door and made dead eye contact with the curled up pup who had yanked his gaze off the TV with a shocked suddenness. “Uh!? Oh! Hey Al!” Cheerfully his tone switched from surprised, to delighted, but then dead silent as his face fell. What the hell was he looking at?

“I am unwell,” he said simply, standing there, almost ominously.

“Okay, yes, I can see that, do you need someone to care for you?” He asked with a gentle casualness to spare him feeling pressured. The demon shrugged just staring at him deeply.

“I suppose you could say that,” his lips now pulled into a smirk, but his darkened eyes could only hold the demeanor of brooding dominance for so long. He broke. His body lurched forward, he gripped the doorframe for stability “Hhah’AETTTSH’uh!” Loudly the sound bellowed from his stinging throat, his nose dripping afterwards. Quickly he tried to save his bravado by clearing his throat and shoveling his hand over his moistened nostrils and lip.

“Oh Al…” Drae clicked his tongue before quickly getting himself out of bed and making his way over to feel the demon’s forehead with his palm. “You seriously need to lay down,” feeling slightly worried a bad cold could also, send the demon back into hell.

“What I need…” he sniffled loudly with a wet “SNndFf,” “is you to come to my room, and there’s a box…” he swallowed an over whelming amount of saliva that began to pool under his tongue. “Fuck…” he cursed at the inability to control any of the orifices on his body as of current. “And I want you to wear what’s in it first,” his voice, though strained and scratchier than usual came out incredibly serious.

“I…uh…okay,” the mutt tried not to ask too many questions, it never seemed to help either way, and once Al wanted him in on something, there was no way of getting out. He sighed shaking his head back and forth but, while Al turned to make the way toward his room, he stumbled, the smaller quickly reaching to snag his thin lanky arm, keeping the red head from falling forward.

“Jeez, you can barely stand at this point, Al! How long have you been sick??” He asked the demon clinging to his arm to keep his steady. The red head shrugged loosely.

“Since this morning?” He responded almost unsure, but he was pretty certain that was the truth.

“And have you taken any meds? Slept? Drank water?” Drae shot questions at him while he looked him up and down and could tell from a simple glance, the bastard hadn’t been doing anything to get better, just making it worse.

“I had a beer before the show,” he coughed harshly, a small squeak followed through the end of each one as his throat wheezed. His arm dangled across the mutt’s thin, small shoulders trying to keep himself upright as they spoke. Drae sighed now and shook his head.

“A beer is not productive for your health…Come on I’ll get you all situated but let’s get you in bed first,” the mutt helped to drag the tall, lanky demon back to his room and plopped him lazily, as well as heavily onto the bed, Al splayed out on his back as he stared up at the ceiling, losing himself in this distant feeling of floating away.

“Mmmk I’ll be here…don’t forget….box,” he lifted his arm to point his long black index finger toward the closet to which contained, said box. Draeko rolled his eyes, only to oblige and go toward the closet, opening it up to be greeted by a medium sized box. Curious. The mutt secured his fingers over the lid and swiftly opened it up, blinking several times trying to comprehend exactly what he was looking at.

“Uh…?” He questioned at first before pulling the pink material he had been met with, out. “Is this…” he muttered openly, more to himself than anyone. It was. As the material unfolded and opened up, it was revealed to be a skimpy, pink nurse’s outfit. “Alistar…where’d you even get this?” He looked over with slight irritation, Al smirked, but was still looking up at the ceiling.

“Spencer’s…thought we could use it for a special occasion….seems like one,” the demon spoke casually before the sudden urge to spill, threatened him. His body twitched, he rocked back and forth. “Oh…oh…Hh’HIH’TSCHHIEWW!!” He let it out, a small mist of spray falling above him only to come crashing back down to his face. “Oof I needed that,” Al sighed, schlucking his over flow of snot that kept building inside his nostrils, down his throat. “Man, those feel so fucking good, why do you hate them so much?” He asked and finally looked over at Drae, who was currently getting adorned in his new fit to appease the demon. As he slipped on the nursing uniform, his face was painted with a very bright red blush splashed across his cheeks.

“I? Uh…I dunno I just don’t like them…It makes me feel like my head is going to explode,” he shrugged his small, thin shoulders, finally zipping into the dress fully, nothing underneath. Al licked his lips with anticipation, a pointed tongue slipping out cautiously like a snake, also in part from the mess collecting across his mouth.

“That’s the best part though? It’s all this pressure…and I just want to fucking release… and it’s going to feel so good…sneezing is like edging,” at the finish of his sentence, Al bit his lower lip almost sucking on it as his eyes devoured the small mutt.

“Nope, two different things, you can’t convince me…anyway, I’m going to get you some meds, you don’t need to cum, you need to rest,” rolling his duo colored eyes before making his way out of the bedroom now. Al could only huff angrily. What did he mean? Surely he could have some meds THEN cum, healing and cumming are not mutually exclusive things. How dare the little mutt think he could deprive him. He’d teach him better.

Meanwhile, Draeko now making his way through the living room found Kanai, as he often was, glued to his screen researching, this time? The nuisances of co-dependency and toxic relationships. “Drae…would you consider yourself ‘co-dependent’ on me and Al?” His dulled heterochromia eyes peering over the top of his laptop now to gauge the other’s reaction before he paused blinking a few times with a smirk. “Donnie pick that out?” The hybrid blushed brightly again before nodding in response.

“No to the first thing, yes to the second,” sighing deeply with slight embarrassment.

“He has such good taste,” Kanai clicked his tongue as he took a moment to appreciate the fruit before him…but..there was plenty of time to pick it later, plus, clearly Al had plans if the pet was dressed up. He’d just borrow it for later, for research purposes. There’s a reason this pleases them both so much…maybe he should look that up too. Soon he didn’t even realize Drae had left the room again, now in the kitchen. Nai shook his head and returned to his previous task at hand.

The mutt was searching frantically through all the different medications they had available within their cabinet, but couldn’t seem to figure out what was necessary. This virus seemed incredibly serious, he’s never seen Al sick, frankly didn’t think it was possible. However, here they were. It’s fine. He grabbed some mucinex, and some standard Nyquil. This would help, hopefully, at the very least…he also grabbed a bottle of water and on his way back to the room, grabbed the box of tissues from the bathroom. Eventually, he was able to make his way back to Alistar’s room and begin to organize the things across the demon’s dresser.

Who in turn, sat up now, blackened palms flat against the bed as he watched every move the other made. “Sooo what’d you bring me?” He asked curiously sniffling his nose softly, nostrils stretching up and down.

“Medicine, water and,” gripping the box of tissues, he handed it now to Al. “Tissues, you’ll need these so you can stop spreading your germs all over the place…cover your mouth!” The mutt scolded and tsked him while also dramatically making the motion for covering one’s mouth. “You probably got everyone sick today,” shaking his head back and forth, the demon could only side smirk with an animalistic grunt.

“Mmm, yeah? I like it when you mommy me,” wiggling his eyebrows back and forth, the mint and grey eyed male could only roll his orbs back, though his lips fought, they did curl into a small smile.

“Cut that out! You need health care!” Very serious again he pointed an index at Al shaking it sternly before turning back and grabbing an appropriate amount of medication to dose him. “Now I don’t know the correct dose for demons…maybe it’s different…maybe it’s not…but if it doesn’t seem to help, we will up the dose,” nodding confidently now. Al shrugged his shoulders lazily and opened his mouth without haste, and rolling his Ruby eyes back with disinterest. It wasn’t til Drae’s fingers got closer to his mouth when the demon clasped his lips around the male’s index and thumb sharply, he slid his tongue around them to capture the pill. He swallowed it all while still gently sucking Draeko’s delicate fingers. “A-Al…” Draeko blushed brightly before snapping his fingers back from the other’s taunting mouth.

“Mmm, my bad, cub…impulsive thoughts…” winking one of his tired blackened eyes toward the mutt. Drae bit his lower lip trying to fight against the hormones slowly rising in him with each pressing antic.

“You didn’t…uh…want any water with that?” He asked still sitting very closely to the demon, Al dragging his index finger now slowly down the trail of buttons aligning the mutt’s costume.

“No…the only thing I want is you right now..” licking his lips hungrily before his hand swiftly, and aggressively gripped the material in a quick fistful and slowly pulling him closer. “Can’t you help me? Nurse?” The lack of emotion, the fact Draeko couldn’t see his soul behind those deadly, blackened scleras only made it harder for him to resist the danger of it, every time. Like a mouse caught in the corner of a really hungry cat.

“Al you’re going to get me sick…” he whimpered weakly as his eyes traced up and down the demon’s tatted, mischievously reddened grey face.

“Exactly,” he hovered just a little bit closer his tongue sliding over his own lower lip as he barely just inched away, and the mutt was feeling weakened by each second…. “Just say ye-…h’Hih...” until, Al hitched. Bringing him back into reality for what this situation really was. Draeko quickly stood up and Alistar released his grasp accepting the defeat for now.

“HEhH’TZSCHh’UE!” He sneezed into his hand for the first time, trying to mind Drae’s words at the very least, if he was going to get any tonight. Especially after that. His hand now wet causing him to open palm at the air. “Tissue….” He mumbled before finding the box behind him from when he sat it down. Snatching one sheet out of the box he quickly wiped off his hands, and face as well. “Is this better for you?” Side eyeing the mutt with his narrowed black eyes. The mutt could only smile in return, reaching over and running his thin fingers through the sticky, damp threads of Al’s long, red, messy hair. With his free hand, he put it over that of Al’s, the one wiping and helped dab gently around the anti-Christ’s face, until eventually Drae was the only one holding the tissue.

“Yes, thank you,” his sweet face and gestures only made the desires worse for the demon sitting in front of him. “Have you eaten today?” Lovingly the hybrid touched the back of his hand to Al’s burning forehead, he snuffled loudly, his nose so congested from the illness not even the mucinex was clearing him up. However, it was a fever dream to think human medications could be fruitful to his demon snot. He grabbed another tissue and began to violently rub at his nose in large circles, it clicked loudly as he groaned in the process. Drae could only pity his poorly demon.

“Okay well, I should make you some soup then, because good food is important, you need to eat, I can’t keep telling you this,” shaking his head back and forth to chastise the red head who scoffed in return.

“Look, we dont eat in hell, it’s a new thing for me, my vessel doesn’t really signal hunger like that…” he shrugged again, it was an air of calm, causality almost yet, it was true. He could technically survive a long time in this vessel without eating, but it DID need to eat. So he sighed and grumpily laid back against his headboard and folded his arms against his chest.

“You are such a turd, you know that?” Drae chuckled softly shaking his head back and forth, his hair bouncing almost hypnotizing Al slowly as it did so. He just couldn’t stop thinking with his downstairs head as the mutt swayed around in that saucy pink outfit walking away to make him his meal. God he looked so delicious tonight. He knew he was going to have his way with the little hybrid, maybe pull him back by his cute little ears…he huffed loudly through his mouth.

“Uncle fuckin Christ…” he hissed, lowly in his itching sore throat. His head was pounding harder by the second, and the longer he was alone with his nasty, vile thoughts of all the ways he was going to defile the mutt, his cock had grown hard in his pants. “Cub’ll probably be a while..no?…” he palmed and teased his bulging jeans, digging the heel end of his hand for more defined friction. The possibilities…the idea of spitting into Draeko’s open mouth to force feed him his sickness. He let that one take him pretty far as his hand shoveled his hand through the hem of his pants, grasping at his length roughly, squeezing.

“Shhhhiiiii…” he gasped as he pictured his little pet sicker than a dog tomorrow when he was done, sniveling nose, dripping nostrils, puffy eye bags…it was enough to get him leaking already. “Yesss…” he huffed, holding in his breath, but when he felt he was losing himself too far to his habit, he pulled it back in. He couldn’t blow it like this, no no. There was always a greater, much better plan to follow. “Hh’h….no..” he sniffed loudly trying to shovel the feeling back inside. He was desperate to withhold himself from any further sneezing until he was balls deep inside the squealing mutt.

“Okay I’m back with yo-….Al!” Drae squeaked as he tried not to allow himself to spill the soup when he jumped. The demon looked over lazily, with the movement of a snail trying to cross the street, he pulled his hand from his pants.

“What? I got bored in here…was thinkin’ bout you in that sexy little outfit….” Lips pulling up in a devilish grin that made the hybrid feel very small and perceived in this moment. Incredibly vulnerable as he crossed the room to place the bowl at Alistar’s bedside table. “See? How can I not get fucking rock solid when you’re this sexy, bringing me soup?? To feel better?? Like you’re ASKING for me to pound you,” he licked his lips again, reaching his blackened hand out to grip him hard in one handful by Draeko’s asscheek.

“Okay but, at least eat first, alright?” He giggled swatting back at the demon’s hand and then teasingly wiggling his hips toward him. “Maybe, I’ll give you a treat…something that won’t involve me…catching your disease,” he shuddered a bit at the idea of being sick again any time soon.

“Mmm…promise?” he watched closely as the other danced about him, almost making him feel warmer than he already did in the first place.

“Promise! Now eat!” The mint and pink haired male nodded quickly almost getting impatient with the other’s insistent stalling. Did he really hate eating that much? Well too be fair…he was kind of distracting.

“Mmmh…feed me?” Raising a thin red brow looking up at Draeko with those dangerous blackened eyes. What was he feeling? He hated this. He couldn’t read the demon. Was he being funny right now?

“Are you serious?” Draeko asked, raising his own thin mint brow in return.

“Please~?” The demon half smiled, trying to be a bit more convincing this time.

“Okay, okay, I’ll feed you,” the mutt giggled, rolling his eyes trying to hide the fact he was actually…kind of excited to help the larger in such an intimate way that no one else would ever be able to help him.

“You’re such a good boy…” Al whispered tenderly before Draeko brought a spoonful of the soup up to his lips. The hybrid blushed brightly again, shifting as he sat on the bed beside the red head. He couldn’t control the feeling going straight to his groin, those words. They were too good not to turn him into an absolute puddle. The demon took the spoon into his mouth, shlucked off the sustenance, and down his throat he swallowed it. They did this for a while in silence, just staring back at one another, deeply. It was almost unsettling to see the anti-Christ like this, but his eyes never left those black holes, before Draeko finally spoke, clearing his throat.

“See? It’s good right?” Asking the demon who could only shrug his shoulders in return, rolling with the punches at this point. Whatever got him to his main goal in time.

“I mean…yeah it’s okay,” he said honestly, after swallowing his last spoonful. “I’m fine now, I don’t want anymore of that… I just want this now,” his hand reached around and grabbed playfully at Draeko’s taut little ass, scooting closer to him on the bed and starting to nip impatiently at the male’s soft, inviting neck.

“You didn’t eat all of it though!” The mutt giggled nudging his elbow softly into the other’s side almost trying to suggest he wanted the demon off but putting forth no real effort to get him off.

“I want dessert now, Nurse,” he continued his motions, the bites getting harder as his other hand came up to cup the opposite side of Drae’s neck, grasping it so tightly a few of his fingers tangled in the mutt’s hair. Slowly he took larger bites, leaving darkened marks across his soft flesh.

“Fff…hnn..Ali…s-star…” he whimpered trying to shoving him a bit, but ultimately winding up taking a fistful of red hair and yanking it back with purposeful force.

“Ooohhh….little Cub…” he smirked and his blackened orbs rolled back. “That’s not how the game is played, is it? Be my good boy now…” nipping and pulling at Draeko’s flushed earlobe.

“So-Sorry patient Satanos…I shouldn’t forget…” shaking under the demon’s hot mouth against his flesh, soon the Anti-Christ began to twist and pull at the buttons keeping the dress sealed. Making a perfectly sized hole with a few plucked buttons opened now, he stuck his hand inside the hybrid’s dress to glide his warm palm across his chest. It was soft, silky, his fingers danced across the goosebumped skin, before finding a rising little bud, Al smirked.

“Mmm that’s much better…and looky here…found a friend,” he smirked before clasping his mouth back at the little dog’s jaw, biting the tightened delicate flesh, Draeko cried out. “Shh…Aht, aht…” the demon proceeded to whisper across the other’s moistening flesh. His index and thumb rolled and pinched, almost trying to pluck Drae’s stiffened little peak right off his chest. The slight tinge of pain caused a shiver down the little hybrid’s spine unable to control himself as he melted into Al’s palm. “See….? This is all we need to feel better isn’t it, cub?” Turning Draeko’s heated, blushing face toward his own hungry, and sunken one.

“Y-Yes, Patient Satanos…” Alistar growled at the sound, invested within the noises that escaped his little pet.

“I think it’s time I play doctor now, don’t you think?” Grazing his teeth over his lower lip before his body started to push forward until Drae helplessly fell to his back on the bed, Al hovering over him darkly crimson hair cascading over them.

“A-Al…but I’m not sick…you are! You need rest!” The smaller tried to protest but his body refused to deny the demon of pleasant, positive reactions.

“Why? This will make me feel so much better….” His hand slipped out of Drae’s outfit only to take both his palms and glide them up the other’s thin frame and sides. “First we’ll do your physical before we do some….medical insertion,” the demon snickered, his blackened eyes only made it that much more irresistible to the hybrid. It always felt so dangerous being intimate with Al, like at any moment he could lose himself and take his life in the throes of it.

“Y-Yes, Doctor Al,” unable to hold back the playful giggle that left his throat, wiggling his hips back and forth with anticipation.

“First,” the redhead gripped the pink material and then ripped it clean off the small body below him, the buttons popping and snapping off with loud plucks, flinging in different directions around the room. “This needs to go,” now his crimson gaze was heated and starving as it took in the sight of a very nude and lewd Drae laying underneath him. “That’s much better,” his fingers now started to trace, at first, softened patterns with his long nails. It began with gentleness, before it only got rougher, bright scarlet marks trailing down the mutt’s exposed front.

“A-Ah..~” the mint and pink haired man moaned softly, unable to keep his bodily squirming at bay. Alistar was enjoying himself, so much he almost had long forgotten he was sick, but it was far from that. The pounding in his head only matched the rhythm of the pounding in his cock, his stuffed nose making it difficult to get the full spectrum of Drae’s pheromones, so it caused him to sniffle harder, desperate to get a stronger whiff. However, it only left him needing more, his body heating over between pleasure and illness. It was the mixture of pain in his aching bones, and the desire in his pulsating cock that fueled his innate desires to devour and destroy the mutt.

“Hnn…seems here you’re going to need some extra special care….” Al’s long red hair curtained around him as he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Drae’s perked little bud. Sliding his tongue teasingly across the flesh. Pulling, biting, lapping at it without restrain. It was going according to plan…almost too easy, the deep pressure pounding inside his skull would soon be released, if he could withstand keeping it all in.

Al tried to keep his mouth too busy to focus on anything else, but the slight tickle in the base of his nose was really something else pulling his mouth back up, releasing the bud. “H…H’HDGXNT!” He tried to hold it back, but this feeling, it wasn’t as satisfying as the feeling of letting it all out. “Hih’AESSSHH’ue!” It came out in a strong gust as it decorated and splashed across the small 3 specied male’s chest.

“B-Bless you…M-Master…” Al looked his darkened eyes back over to see Drae still flushed, cheeks still pink and his eyes still half closed as the pleasure of it all. Fuck. Al loved it when the little mutt called him that. He could practically cum right now. Alistar lazily slid his arm over his leaking nose, so none would drip onto his little lamb.

“That’s it….” he quickly removed himself from his jeans, without removing the clothes themselves, he simply unzipped and pulled himself out. “Gimme your fucking mouth,” Al now had himself sitting up, taking Drae by a fistful of his hair he brought the mutt’s surprised written face to his cock, the mutt suddenly scrambling to his knees in front of the other. “Go on Cub, blow my mind like you always do,” licking his lips purposefully as those black holes stared the hybrid down into submission. Drae could only whimper in response before he was taking the demon’s length past his lips, and deep throating with a great purpose that caused Al to throw his head back. “Fuuuuuuck….just what I needed…just like that…” he bit his lower lip until a line of crimson dripped down his greyed flesh. His fingers, they never sought to give the smaller a break as with each bobbing motion, Alistar was in control of the exact tempo, not Drae. The mutt’s eyes squeezed shut as he allowed the length to plow his tonsils, body getting hotter, needier by the second as he continued his motions. Not fitting any in his mouth was unheard of as he made sure every inch was loved and attended. “Shit…I’m gonna..” his chest hitched and his breath caught in his throat like a surprise that he was expecting. There were two pressures, as the time passed and Drae’s mouth never ceased it’s motions.

Alistar was almost afraid he’d cum too soon. He was in pure bliss, was this what heaven was like? Honestly he hoped not, he’d be really pissed with his father for fucking that up. This was it, if he wasn’t careful this could end sooner than he planned. He gasped loudly, but it held in his throat before a loud sneeze bursted past the barrier of his lips, and the spray mist of saliva fell upon the other’s soft, features. “HEh’EZSCHhh’iiEW!” His eyes squinted shut while his body afflicted, nose scrunching it was almost a sight to behold for Drae. “Snnndfff!!” The anti-Christ snorted the most, if not all, of the mucus collecting within his sore, tickling sinuses.

This whole scene was almost far too much for Draeko, his hand moving down to pump at his own leaking, twitching length. Fingers curling around it but not given enough time to stroke before he was reprimanded.

“AHT! Did I say you could touch?” The demon looked at him with a seriousness that chilled the little mutt to his core. Drae lifted his head off the other’s cock with a pop, licking his moist lips to speak.

“I’m sorry, Master,” his flushed, wet face really doing too much for the demon. He grabbed him swiftly by the neck now, and then dragged the mutt into his lap.

“Hmmm I’ll take your apology by you doing all the work,” Al growled through his stuffy nose and gritted teeth, he gripped the mutt’s haunches and pulled his naked body downward on his lap, grinding their lengths together causing them each to moan. His own cock still poking through the hole in his boxers and jeans. There was no time to waste with pants. The redhead quickly excreted a small puddle of drool into his palm, only to bring it around and slide it over Drae’s waiting hole, pushing his teasing middle digit past the tightened puckered ring. “Oooh, I can tell you’re hungry for me, cub,” biting his lower lip, Draeko looked down at Al’s, duo colored eyes lidded and hazy, his ass just barely meeting the demon’s cock tip.

“Please…Al…I need you so badly…” his arms snaking around the demon’s neck, pressing both their naked chests to each other, sweat sticking, Al dragged his claws down the younger’s supple and soft back. He left bright red bleeding streaks in their wake before he whispered into the hybrid’s ear.

“Mmm at one cost little cub,” Al was very slowly, softly, a feather light touch, pressing his tip toward Drae’s hole.

“Anything….” Draeko replied almost breathlessly as his hips met each teasing grind.

“Open, your mouth…” Alistar’s voice like a rock being dropped into a still pond of water. Sudden, confronting, loud, in it’s own way.

“W-What?” He tried to sit back enough to meet eye contact with the other now, not that there were any clues to pick up from that.

“You want this cock?” The demon asked, serious tone and a cocked brow.

“Yes….please….” Now whimpering with almost a sadness as he could barely hold on to his need for more. Tears welling in the ducts of his heterochromiatic eyes.

“Share my cold,” his voice stern, emotionless, it cause the hairs in Drae’s arms to stand to attention, it was chilling. He nodded gently and opened up his mouth for the demon to see his bright, pink tongue. Awaiting.

“Stick it out,” he told him, again the tone, it was enough to make a baby cry how sinister, and selfish it came off. Exactly what the mutt needed in times like these, and so he stuck out his tongue.

Alistar, took his hand and now gripped Drae’s open maw, thumb on one cheek, his other four fingers pressing tightly together to squeeze his mouth open further, using a force that was sure to bruise. Al now focused, his eyes narrowing to look at the mutt’s open, awaiting mouth. It was coming…he felt it like a giant force was pinching his entire face. It all felt tight, an undefeatable stuffiness.

“Hih’AETTTSHH’uh!! Hh’TSSHEW!” Twice the Anti-Christ blew sneeze into Draeko’s wide, open mouth, before sliding his tongue flatly against the surface of the mutt’s own. The aggressive ways the spit wound up hitting across the hybrid’s mouth, caused Drae to flinch ever so slightly and this brought Al great joy. “Good boy…” he snuffled loudly before connecting their lips in a heated, rough motion. Teeth pulling at flesh, and tongues, despite the clear understanding of where they fell on the spectrum of homosexuality, regardless, battled for dominance.

“You have permission now…” Alistar told him. Drae then began to slowly push the throbbing length inside his wanting entrance, taking no time to adjust or get used to it, that was Drae’s favorite part. The slight sting of being entered so suddenly without adjustment. His hands clasped on each side of Alistar’s shoulders as he lifted himself up and down, quickly, there was no more waiting. The demon tried to keep at an even pace but the more his sinuses started to close up and sting, the less he could focus on how amazing it felt to be shoved up inside the mutt. His tightened ass squeezing every inch, how much better could it feel while sneezing? He adjusted his gaze, ah yes, ceiling light was on. Perfect.

Alistar looked up toward the light, his eyes squinted, and his face suddenly felt very full, there was no fighting this back, especially as Al allowed it to tickle, and feed the monster. He sneezes again, loudly, a thick film of saliva fills his mouth, before he swallows it quickly. “HEHH’DZSCHh’iEEW! HN’DTSCh’UH!” His eyes squint shut, and his nose scrunches significantly while the movement pushes through his face. He takes a deep breath as his hips involuntarily thrust upward into Drae further, his arm tightly lacing around the mutt’s waist, pulling him closer. They keep going like this for a few moments with Alistar’s claws digging into Drae’s soft sweating flesh. “I’m going to fuckin cu-H’HaH’TSSSCHIEEWW!!! !!” At the same time he lets another head bursting explosion from his mouth, hips throwing themselves up one last time before spilling his seed over. Hitting the mutt hard in his G spot causing him to cry out. Simultaneously, Alistar was cumming and sneezing in one fluid motion, just as he had wanted. His body convulsed, emptied, and the pressure in his head? It felt like a fresh lobotomy. No thoughts. Head empty. Just bliss. Draeko could hardly stand seeing the scene it turned him on so much. His body hot, orgasm close, all he could do was continue to milk and drain the demon’s cock for all it was worth, while working his own length, but a few strikes into his prostrate? Game over, the mutt was seeing stars and outward he came in ribbons across their chests. “A-Aaahh!!! Al!!!” He cried out while losing his sanity and emptying himself of every drop.

“That’s my good pet….” He coped gently, now running his blackened hand through Drae’s mint and pink locks, both of them sweating and breathing profusely. When suddenly it hits Drae like a sack of bricks, the realization of what he just allowed to happen….

“FUCK….now I’m gonna get sick! How’d I let you talk me into this??” Suddenly panicking, he tried to get up but Al just kept the hybrid anchored down to him.

“Easy, you’re a slut for me and Nai….we know we can always get your yes,” he smirks before pulling the mutt into the base of his armpit. “It’s one of my favorite things about ya…besides how soft you are,” burying his face into those familiar strands of hair that are much stickier than usual.

“Oh mannnn….” Drae groans loudly burying his face into the large heaving demon. “Well….was that at least everything you’d hoped it be?” The grey and mint eyes looked up at him curiously, a smile spread across his cheeks.

“Oh man Drae…I truthfully don’t know why you creatures complain so much about illness…” he huffed a chuckle through his nostrils. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” sighing with contentment before he found himself feeling heavier, exhausted. More so than he had ever felt, maybe that was yet another symptom of the illness. Being extra tired during bed time. He hummed lightly in thought. “Mmh,”

“Well, I’m glad I could help then,” the mutt giggled pressing closer to the demon, listening to the sound of his stuttering heart beat. Different than it normally was, usually it was like a hummingbird, and frankly sounded like it would pop out through his chest. Almost, pleasantly, it was slower while the two entangled with one another, yet another thing Al didn’t normally do, but there was something very special about this night. His first experience with a cold, with his favorite pet by his side.

The End

Author’s Notes: Well would you look at that! I done released the sequel in a week! Not two, not three, ONE! Ugh. That’s so nice. 🥳 I’m so proud of myself ~ Hope you guys enjoyed 🫶🏻

[bengiyo]

Theory of Love Rewatch Ep 1 Stray Thoughts

This rewatch is sponsored by @lurkingshan. Shan has the rare honor of being the only straight white person to respect my tastes in the last 15 years and successfully convince me to watch two things that I went on to enjoy immensely. She convinced me to try Coffee Prince when I was willing to engage with kdrama and pushed me over the episode 10 slump. She also convinced me to watch the Pornographer series again, which I found essential. I've given her coupons to use to recommend things to me, and she's chosen to make me reengage with Theory of Love.

I didn't walk away from this show feeling great about it or myself in 2019. I identified with Third a lot, and also hated their entire friend group. I also thought Earth and White went to waste in BL again (I watched Water Boyy the series). So we're going into this on shaky ground. I kindly ask that you not argue with me in my notes about why you love this show.

Let's get started.

Right away I am reminded that I am not immune to Gun Atthaphan mooning over classic romance films that his character has protected way too much into.

Khai choosing to not mess around with folks in his faculty is a pretty good boundary for a player.

So, it's not Khai's fault that Third fell in love with him. Still, I understand the stress and angst of crushing on a straight boy who loves you platonically. Coming out is not easy, especially when you're one of the boys.

Okay, Third pouring a bottle of water over his head to be dramatic is too much. He is unwell.

Gun having second billing on this show is homophobic.

Ep 01: Best Friends

I wonder if Gun wants to produce and direct.

That line about having hundreds of girls if not for Khai feels kinda funny. Like are you gay, sir?

Goddamn this GETSUNOVA song still fucking slaps.

I forgot how this seaweed snack kept the lights on through Bad Buddy.

12,000 baht to see Blackpink? Couldn't be me.

I don't feel bad for Third about these tickets. He said no to getting them, so Khai isn't a dick for getting them from a scalper.

This is extremely tacky of Khai to start shit at someone's screening like this.

They curb stomped Khai for that behavior. You love to see an instant comeuppance.

Okay, but sending Third to reject Milk is clearly his specialty.

I wanted to know what they said about the Toy Story trilogy, especially since Khai did a Vulcan salute.

Third has a Winnie the Pooh, Astro Boy, and Chucky doll in his room. I have questions.

Khai ditching Third on a lie isn't cool and also feels unnecessary since he canceled on Third for a girl earlier. Is it because it was Milk?

Okay, but Khai is also right that he didn't tell Third to throw her shit away.

Ah, Two finds him at the end of the episode to try and keep Third invested.

This show is very different for me in 2023, because now that I'm older I'm doing what I can. I'm not trapped in a spiral frustrated and pining after a guy I struggled to get over. My living situation is also different. There's also so much more BL better suited to my tastes. Me reading Gun a certain way doesn't cover for Third the way it did in 2019, so his bisexual angst about the girls he hasn't scored because of Khai doesn't track as sympathetic this time. I'm also struggling to see what holds Third to Khai. He's just like most dudes I know. Sometimes he's a good bro and recognizes your efforts when you do something he asked for, but they never notice what you do that they didn't ask for.

It'll be interesting continuing this watch, because I've never been an OffGun girlie, and now that I've projected my gay angst into other projects I feel less connected to Third. Now I'm just frustrated for him and also a little irritated.

[mcalhenwrites]

Season kids when they were ages 0-3

I definitely wanted to type up a post about the Seasons characters during their earliest years (approximately ages 0-3), covering infancy and those toddler years. There are some spoilers all the way to the end of Seasons, so it’s up to you if you want to read further. I’ll put everything behind a cut so you can decide how much you want to know!

I am going from oldest to youngest.

Shannon

After the initial scare that he wouldn’t survive and the discovery that nectar is required for Cosmos/Seasons babies to survive, he went from a squalling infant to a very quiet one. A few soft whimpers let his parents know if he needed food or changed.

He learned to crawl and walk fairly early, but he liked being held. He was a clingy kiddo and during those days, liked to be close to Vivian. (Imagine that and let it break your heart. He loved his papa so much…)

He did a lot of private babbling, but he’d quiet if he had an audience. Once he started being able to hold conversations, though, he opened up a bit more.

Like a lot of children, he wanted to be a lot like his parents. He’d emulate them as a toddler, from the way they ate or gestured. He could be somewhat fussy to put down for naps and bedtimes, because he slept better when one of his parents was nearby. This is especially true as a summer child who needed to be warm at all times.

He enjoyed being outside in the sunlight and playing for hours on end, and most of his toddler fussing was related to being brought inside against his will.

Sophie

As with most of Sophie’s childhood, she has no trouble expressing her emotions strongly. If she was uncomfortable as a baby, she let her parents know quite loudly that she needed changed or fed. When she was feeling unwell (Seasons can’t get super sick, but they can deal with stuff like indigestion and weather changes), she was extremely fussy. No one else in the house could rest for days.

Aside from these inconveniences, however, she was a pretty happy baby! Lots of giggling and bonding time with her fathers and big brother.

She liked to roll around as a baby and did minimal crawling. Then she learned to walk, and soon was dashing around everywhere. She amused herself indoors as easily as she did when outdoors. She was an incredibly independent small child in all the ways Vivian approved: she was sharp and loved learning, she liked to clean, and she picked up easily on rules and followed them. (Often without needing to be told.)

She was also opinionated and even a little bossy, but this often led to amusing conversations with her. She learned to talk earlier than Shannon, and she could keep going for a while.

She did not like peppers of any kind, and Vivian tailored meals around her tastes and didn’t force her to eat any spicy foods.

El

El was not quite as quiet as Shannon, but he was an “easy” baby to care for. He was a rather sleepy baby who used his cries sparingly but still could be loud when the moment arrived. He was frequently happy and could easily amuse himself with the toys provided to him. He delighed in Sophie’s company most of all. She fostered his strong love of reading from an early age by acting out the scenes with different voices and displays of magic.

He kind of skipped over the crawling period and was on the slower side of child development for walking. He didn’t enjoy being outside much, although he did enjoy romping in the snow when it was available.

Like Shannon, he privately babbled. He also privately practiced words. He didn’t talk much, and his parents were actually concerned about his development in general.

As a toddler, even his infrequent tantrums were quiet. He would flare nostrils and cross his arms, sometimes holding his breath or trying to go dead weight. The most common situations for him to throw tantrums were over foods he didn’t like or leaving the house for family errands and outings. Putting shoes on him could be a challenge for that last part.

Howie Howie took after his big sister in many ways by being loud when something was wrong and expressing his joy with lots of giggling when he was happy. He also had a lot of quiet moments, because something would capture his attention, and he would be fascinated. This started even as a small baby.

He liked being held for short periods, but he often wanted to be left to his own devices. But he’s still a child who needs physical affection, so sitting in laps watching people and playing with toys was perfect for him as an infant.

He was an absolute clown as he grew up. He climbed before he crawled much, and he was very eager to get on his little legs and start running. Once he got to his feet, he made Sophie look lethargic in comparison. He would tumble around on the rug or pull Vivian or Graham by the hand to show them something he found–he really liked discovering new things and did this often.

Like Sophie, he was eager to start talking, and once he started learning, didn’t easily shut up.

He could play outside for hours in a variety of weather. Romping in the snow with El, dashing through mud puddles in the spring, flinging himself into piles of leaves in autumn.

He was probably the most expressedly happiest child out of any of them, but his energy levels were high enough to leave his parents pretty exhausted. He also did have tons of determination, and when something didn’t go as he planned, he would have a tantrum. Vivian and Graham had it far too easy with the three other kids as babies/toddlers, so Howie was a new challenge.

Then came…

Bee No one could prepare this family for this little spring bee. He had colic for a good couple of months. He was also demanding while being indecisive, and when he did know what he wanted, his parents had no clue. What a fickle infant he could be. He’d change his mind within minutes, too.

He did not like being alone. He required lots of attention. No, not El’s, not Daddy’s, he has to have Papa. No, he wants El now. No, Howie–who, by the way, did not care for Bee at first and complained about having him around.

When it came to crawling and walking, he learned at an average pace. Wasn’t in a hurry, but he didn’t delay like El. It was convenient, though. Now he could go after what he wanted himself. Or so he thought. If it didn’t work out, he was back to screaming and crying.

He learned names and important words. He didn’t care about speaking all the time, but he learned to shout out what or who he wanted. If he didn’t know how to express himself, he’d fling down on the floor and go red in the face from crying and screaming.

He could shriek if he was particularly upset.

The toddlers who want something and cry when they get it because they didn’t actually want it or something was ever slightly off for them? Yeah, that was Bee.

Not to say he was unhappy. He definitely giggled and laughed and played hard. He would even shriek joyously when being chased around the yard. (Actually, that’s not something he ever grew out of…)

I think Graham and Vivian were both like, “Thank goodness this one is our last.”

Oops.

Jacy This one slept hard for her first few weeks. Being a sudden live person is hard work, and this one decided to just sleep a lot. She certainly fussed if she needed something, but she mostly just wanted to rest.

Vivian suspected she would be easy, like El.

Jacy ended up being the second fussiest infant, but she was never anywhere near Bee’s levels with crying and tantrums. She was a very clingy child, though, and seldom tolerated anyone else holding her other than Vivian for the first year of her life. The exception? Phineas.

Even Shannon would hold her, and no, just because he looks like Papa? Definitely not, she knew the difference. Knew the smell. (And I think Seasons and Cosmos babies can sense something “off” about signatures, even if they’re far too young to read them.)

She crawled a lot. Absolute speed demon on all fours. Then she somehow slowed down when walking, just as Vivian expected her to be more like Howie and Bee when she got on two legs.

She loved being held often. Once she stopped insisting only Papa (and Phineas) could hold her, she let Howie and Shannon and everyone else cart her around. Bee let her ride on his back like he was a horse. One of her favorite games as a toddler.

She picked up on speech and using it pretty fluidly. I think part of this is due to her being around Jasper all the time, who didn’t talk at all for the first four or five years of his life. She filled the quiet for them. Suited him just fine to let her do all the work. He’d later only talk when he felt it “necessary” to do so, and luckily she often did all the asking for treats and favors for both of them. Nice of her, isn’t it?

She would be very playful and energetic into her toddler years. A mellowed version of Howie, really. She needed more “downtime” than her fellow autumn sibling.

Very much the “sleep hard, play hard” kiddo of the bunch.

[tothepointofinsanity]

Hello, I hope it's ok to interact with your personal posts, if not feel free to ignore this

I feel the same regarding relationships "resetting" on my end, do you also forget how to "behave" towards those people once you reconnect? Like how you used to interact with them, what you'd talk about, how you'd present yourself etc.

Ah, no worries, it’s alright to interact with me via my personal posts. ^^ I often feel very embarrassed about my own feelings towards things [which is highly irrational, but I am by all definitions an irrational person to begin with], but people have been respectful to me thus far, so I’m glad…

I do forget whatever mannerisms I used to conduct around those I’ve lost connection with. The thing is that I rarely stumble across those I’ve cut myself away from [be it intentionally or by the aforementioned trouble of simply losing sight of them], so the more regular occurrences are with those I almost lose, but they would reach out to me for hangout events every now and then. Even in front of those individuals, I forget myself, or whichever version of that cut board cutout of a “being” that I presented to them.

In my more shallow relationships, this isn’t truly a problem since it’s easy to bring up what I’ve learned to do, such as making jokes and talking about shared interests over tea time, but it’s a noticeably different case with those I’ve shared a deeper connection with. There is a friend I have whom I admired a lot, and they’re a bit of an eccentric fellow in a lot of ways, and we used to be close until both ends went silent. I still meet them infrequently every now and then between the interval of months, and though they made no remark about it, I noticed that I had reset into that detached and silent state with them. They don’t seem to mind it all that much, and truthfully neither do others, but I’m sure those way before would be uncomfortable with my silence now.

Essentially, resetting to your default self in relationships would be less bothersome if others aren’t observant to begin with. Most of the people I choose to surround myself with don’t spend their time scanning people’s behaviours, expressions and body language as much as I do them, but they can still pick up “thoughts” at times that I might be unwell. It’s preferable that way if others don’t examine me too closely, but the problem still boils down to how you feel about the way you act around others that you consider to be valuable to you. If a friend doesn’t reach out to me from time to time, I would make no effort to pursue them since that person no longer Exists to me. I suppose you also have to consider if you want that relationship to be maintained as well. I don’t mind my relationships falling apart, but it does get lonely at times when you end up in extremely long periods of self-imposed isolation. If it’s someone you used to care about and still want to continue caring for, you would have to slowly rebuild your presentation of the self to them.

But I think if anyone did care for me that much, they wouldn’t be so preoccupied with which version I am currently presenting to begin with. In the end, it still circles back to your own feelings and the choices you have to make…or not. For me, I look at my relationships and I’m reminded that people can be easily faded in terms of their importance to me, which isn’t their fault at all, but rather to do with the nature of how truly self-absorbed I am.

Ah. It’s so complicated and redundant to speak about it at times from my end. One day I care about someone and the next I’m out the door. The kind of person that is shallow and selfish - I really don’t deserve the people I have.