#I'll take vitamins I swear

[soot-and-salt]

Anytime I even vaguely feel like I might be heading under the weather, I think two thoughts:

If I get sick I will be furious

Fuck, time to write Blitzø again

This sore throat better just be because I'm burned out and tired...

[sungbeam]

𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥

nonidol!yoon jeonghan x gn!reader

2.3k words, fluff, comfort, reader is sick, technically a college au, light swearing, mentions of food, mentions of cold medication, tbh i know i advocate for platonic fics but i am also just a girl. so he does pine a little lol, slice-of-life-ish, barely proofread

a/n: there is like no plot, i just am feeling ooey-gooey about svt rn heh :') been watching so much gose recently and it's healing my soul

Yoon Jeonghan was many things, but oblivious was not one of them. “Oh my god, you're sick,” were his first words to you when you opened your apartment door. His voice was droning, perfectly unimpressed, but it masked the concern attempting to skirt its way to the surface. 

“It's not that” —your sorry attempt at denial crumbled like a house of cards as you turned away to cough into your elbow. The taste of metal lingered in the back of your throat and you winced, reaching into your bag to grab your water bottle. After swallowing down a generous helping, you said to him without looking him in the eye, “I'm fine.”

Jeonghan blinked. “That's really cute,” he replied with a thin smile. “Back inside.”

“But Jeonghan—”

“No.” He grabbed you firmly by your shoulders and steered you back into your apartment, his body waddling in behind you because of your balking in the doorway. He kicked the front door shut, shucking his shoes off with uncanny accuracy into an empty space on the shoe rack. “Shoes off, Yn-ah. Don't start an argument you won't win.”

You grumbled under your breath, but did as you were told. All the while, Jeonghan smoothed a hand over his jaw, performing mental gymnastics. How did you get sick? How much time did he have before he needed to get to campus? Could he reasonably make you soup before he needed to leave for his exam?

The first question was easy to answer. He internally smacked himself—last night: your runny nose, the vitamin C powder you added to your water, your shivers on the walk home from the library. Oh, fuck. He should have driven. Why did he make you both walk in that cold?

Guilt coursed through him as he directed you back into your bedroom. 

It was a quarter to 8, meaning he didn't have time to make you ramen and make it to his exam before the doors closed. 

“I have so much shit to do today” —another horrid cough rattled through you, and Jeonghan frowned to himself as he snatched the extra blanket out of your closet— “I can't… Hannie, there's so much I need to—”

“I know, Yn-ah,” he said softly, eyes sad and tender as he bundled you up in three layers until you were likely unable to unwrap yourself. He perched by your side, his palm grazing over your forehead to take your temperature. Hot. Not good. “But if you don't take care of yourself now, it'll only get worse.”

He glanced at his phone. Five to 8—he still had fifteen minutes. It was a blessing that you lived closer to campus than he did. 

“I hate when you're right,” you muttered. The lower half of your face was tucked beneath the edges of your blankets, so all he saw were your tired, glaring eyes. 

He smirked to himself, a fuzziness warming his chest. So petulant. “You always do,” he mused. “What did you have to do today? I'll try and help out as best I can.”

Your glare softened at the corners and your eyes flitted away from him. “It's okay. I'll deal with it all when I wake up. I—wait.” Your eyes shot wide open. “You have that exam today! You have to leave—what time is it?”

“Yah, I'll make it,” he laughed. “Worry about yourself.”

“You literally said last night that you were worried about failing—”

“And now I'm worried about you,” he countered. Satisfaction brought an impish twinkle to his eyes as you scowled at him again. “But fine, I'll leave if you insist.”

He rose from the edge of the bed, picking his backpack up to sling over his shoulder. 

“Thank you.”

With his back toward you, he could allow himself to grin. “What was that?” he called back innocently. 

“Don't fail.”

He huffed out another laugh as he reached the threshold of your bedroom doorway. Jeonghan wondered briefly if he should coax that thank you out of your mouth again, but he really did need to leave. It was awful. Everything in him was ready to throw away this exam to stay here with you. “Go to sleep, honey. I'll see you when you wake up.”

Three hours later, Jeonghan shouldered his way into your apartment, his backpack on his shoulders, his mind far away from that disgusting exam he finished, and his hands occupied with a grocery bag of items he picked up on his way here. When he left earlier, he had swiped your keys on the way out so he could let himself back in without waking you up. He dumped those very keys onto the table by the door, the gazillion key chains attached to the one carabiner clattering inelegantly loud. 

He glanced over at your closed door, hoping he didn't just wake you up. 

With a little less noise, he abandoned his backpack by the couch and made his way over to the kitchen. While he had made it in time to his exam, it had taken more willpower to center his attention on the exam itself rather than letting his mind wander to all the things he wanted to do after he was done. The to-do list spanned about five items: buy cold medicine and orange juice, decide on what food to make you, buy the ingredients for that food, persuade your TA to let him pick up your graded essay (that one, he saw on a sticky note by your desk), and come back to take care of you. 

(If the TA grading his exam took note of the small list he'd jotted down in the top corner of page five, no they didn't.)

There had been several ideas of what he could make you once he was free. He had stared at the row of vegetables in the produce department for a good ten minutes before he decided on something less usual. He could make instant ramen, but that didn't seem like the healthiest option for him to feed you. There was also seaweed soup—did he have the time to go to another store to find what he needed? No. 

His next great idea was something simple, but delicious: chicken noodle soup. 

Jeonghan rummaged around your cabinets, locating the things he needed—cutting board, knife—he opened a door and sighed to himself. So you did have pasta already. Great. 

He examined the box of dried elbow macaroni and compared it to the bowtie pasta he'd picked out. “Mine’s better,” he muttered, shelving your macaroni and bumping the cabinet closed. 

In the largest pot he could find, he brewed up a hearty chicken soup, using the bones from the rotisserie chicken he bought to add more richness to the broth's flavoring. Every carrot, onion, and celery stalk he sliced, and every piece of chicken he shredded, was done deftly and with great care. This was for you, after all, and if this soup could help you get better, then he would make it the best damn thing you'd ever tasted. 

There were plenty of things Jeonghan didn't want to do or weaseled his way out of, but he could be running on one hour of sleep, and he would still haul his ass up to make kimchi from scratch if you asked him to. 

He was stationed behind the stove, tasting the soup for adjustments, when he heard your bedroom door open. 

Jeonghan peered over his shoulder and smiled at the bundle of blankets waddling your way out into the main room, your hair sticking up in odd places, and your eyes still at half mast. “Good morning, sleepy head. How're you feeling?”

“Meh,” you said hoarsely, clearing your throat. You squinted at the sunlight streaming in through the open curtains. “What're you making? It smells nice.”

“Hm? Oh, I made you some soup. Go take the medicine on the counter and sit down; I'll bring you a bowl.”

As he reached over to grab another pinch of salt, he heard you tearing open the box of cold medicine behind him. 

A moment passed by of quiet, but his heart leapt straight into his throat as he felt a soft weight rest against his back. “Thank you, Hannie,” you murmured, forehead pressed between his shoulders. 

There were about a dozen things running through his mind at the moment—things he could say, things he could do. He was an ounce of willpower away from melting on the spot, but the heat rising from the soup pot kept him upright. “Aish… thank me by getting better, okay?”

You hummed in acknowledgment and lifted yourself off his back. When you hobbled away to sit down at the table, Jeonghan couldn't brush away the feeling that the spot your head had rested was now cold. 

“How was the” —cough— “the exam?” 

Jeonghan glanced over at you as he carefully ladled soup into two bowls. He hummed, “Could've been better, but can't really do anything about it now.”

“I'm sure you did good,” you replied, holding out your hands like a kid waiting for their turn to get candy from a jar as Jeonghan made his way over to you with the soup. “You always say you did bad when you actually scored in the top ten percent.”

“Careful, honey, it's hot.” Jeonghan continued to hold the bowl even as you cupped it in your hands, until it safely reached the table. Only then did he seat himself down adjacent to you. “Yeah, well, you always said I should be more humble,” he joked.

You picked up your spoon and gestured at him with it. “Humility and lying are different things,” you said pointedly. “Anyways, thank you. This looks really yummy.”

“I don't lie,” he drawled with a twinkle in his eye. He leaned his cheek against his fist and watched as you took a spoonful and gently blew on the hot liquid. The delight that lit up your face was enough to make him happy for a century. He inclined his chin. “Good?”

“Very good. Sometimes I forget that you're good at cooking, too.”

“Not like Mingyu though,” he chuckled and brought a spoonful up to his lips. 

You shot him a look. “You don't always have to compare yourself, Hannie-ah. I'm not talking about Mingyu right now.”

Maybe I just want to make sure, he thought, then brushed it under that large, metaphorical rug in his mind. Jeonghan gave a half-hearted shrug. 

Your mouth flattened into a displeased line. His grin widened. 

When the both of you finished as many helpings as you had the appetite for, Jeonghan graciously offered to wash the dishes. He practically anchored you to the couch by wrapping you in yet another blanket—it was a double-edged sword; you were quite cute like that and he had half the mind to ditch the dishes. Once done with his task, he plucked out a dose of cold medication to take for himself, as well. 

You eyed him from the couch as he swallowed the pills with a glass of orange juice. “Did I get you sick already?” you asked, your voice having become more nasally from your stuffy nose. 

“Not yet,” he said, “it's just preventative measures since I'm gonna be hanging around you.”

“You're not leaving?” 

Your words were one thing, but the way you peered over the back of the couch at him and the upward intonation in your voice told him something else. He smiled to himself as he walked over to the couch with his juice. “No, I was going to help you finish your work for the day, but if you want me to leave, I—”

“Only if you're not afraid of getting sick,” you said quickly. 

He sighed with an air of melodrama. “I suppose I can stay after all.” He brought out his laptop and the essay he finagled from your TA, vaguely mentioning something about his careful white lies in order to accomplish his mission. It was truly something only Jeonghan could pull off and get away with. 

The first item on your to-do list was to send out a couple emails. 

Jeonghan felt the weight of your head fall onto his shoulder, and he glanced down at you in amusement. “You're not falling asleep on me, are you?” he teased, his fingers paused from the email he was typing out while you dictated the wording. 

You shifted your head. “No, I'm still awake. Do you think this sounds too bubbly?”

“It’s not too bubbly,” he said, cocking his head to the side. “But the thing is you're not this agreeable in real life—aish! Haha, hey! Don't hit me!”

He could imagine your cute, little scowl. “I am incredibly agreeable.”

“Yes, yes.” Jeonghan lightly pat your head. “You're very lovely, Yn-ah.”

You chose to ignore the impish tone in his voice. It was what he wanted you to do anyway—believe that he thought you were lovely.  

It was difficult to parse out how much time passed, but at some point, the TV was turned on to a random channel playing some 90s sitcom, and his laptop was ditched on the coffee table. Jeonghan's legs ended up sprawled across the length of the couch while your layers of blankets covered both of you. Your head rested comfortably on his chest as he continued to watch TV in silent contentment.

Jeonghan was a lot of things, but he certainly wasn't oblivious to the fact that you took the wrong cold medicine. The box he bought had both daytime and nighttime meds, the latter of which contained melatonin to aid with uninterrupted sleep. He didn't say anything earlier when he realized, but it wasn't like he could say anything now. 

He glanced down at your face, his hand cupping the back of your head with too much tenderness for friendship. You were asleep; there was nothing he could do, no jokes to make or fun to poke. 

Him, his thoughts, and you. 

But this was fine. He was happy and warm like the perfect bowl of soup filling an empty stomach, and he had no intention of leaving until he knew that you were better. As his eyes slowly drooped closed, he sank further into the blankets and your hold, soul nourished.

a/n: pls remember to reblog + comment if you enjoyed <3

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Pregnant

Hardersson x Baby!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Pernille takes a pregnancy test

It isn't unexpected.

They'd been trying for a little while now.

Magda had been given injections daily to produce eggs (leading to her being more irritable and snapping at everyone during training but refusing to give anyone an explanation about her sudden mood swings) so when they finally began to process of transferring the eggs to Pernille, they had been prepared.

The first few rounds were unsuccessful but neither wanted to give up hope.

It's during a gap in training that has Magda flying over to Germany, that Pernille realises that she's missed her period.

Magda's still on the plane when Pernille eventually ventures out of the comfort of her apartment to get a test. She's not too worried, eager to brush this off as her period is late or being a bit too stressed rather than getting her hopes too high so when Magda arrives, she's not in a depressed slump.

It's a little awkward, peeing on the stick. She does multiple of them, just to be sure and then leaves them on the side to wait.

Her mind wanders to what she'll do if she's actually pregnant. She'll be happy with a boy or a girl but, selfishly, in her mind's eye, she's always pictured herself with a girl - a mini-Magda on her hip to watch grow and develop and (hopefully) play football just like her mothers.

She doesn't quite know what she'd do with a boy or how different it would be to raise a son in a family with two mothers.

But, Pernille knows that she's getting ahead of herself, as she wanders back to the bathroom to take a look. She can't get ahead of herself on something like this.

A baby is a big step for her and Magda.

She can't start fantasising so early.

Pernille grabs the pregnancy tests

When Magda gets to the house, it's to complete silence. It's a little strange. Pernille's home is almost never silent, whether it be music or the tv in the background.

"Pernille!"

There's no answer for a moment and then a quiet, slightly choked up," Magda?"

"Pernille? Is something wrong?"

Magda doesn't like the way that Pernille sounds so close to tears.

"No-No...Magda, can you come here please?"

Magda hurries from the apartment quickly, slipping around in her socks on the wooden flooring as she finally skids to a stop at the bathroom.

Pernille's sitting on the floor, back pressed against the sink. She's got tears in her eyes and Magda thinks something terrible has happened.

She kneels down on the floor, cupping Pernille's cheeks to wipe away some of the wetness there.

"What is it?" She asks urgently," Are you hurt? Are you sick?"

Gently, Pernille pulls Magda's hands away from her face and slips something into them.

"We did it," Is all she says.

Magda stares down at the pregnancy tests for an embarrassingly long time. Her mind flicks between what it could mean before a lightbulb sparks in her brain and suddenly, she's crying too.

"We did it," She replies," We're having a baby."

Pernille nods. "A baby."

They go to the doctor, just to confirm what they already know and Magda takes notes during the appointment. She writes up a list of prenatal vitamins and their pros and cons. She writes up things Pernille should avoid eating and what times of day she'll likely be feeling nauseous.

For two weeks, it's blissful domesticity, like they're any other couple who has just been told they're going to have a baby soon.

"I can stay," Magda says at the airport before her flight," Let me call Emma. I can take some holiday days. I've got some saved up."

"Magda," Pernille says in fond scolding," You have to go." She holds her hand against her stomach. She's not even showing yet but she's sure that she can feel you inside of her. "We'll be fine."

Magda looks fleetingly back at the departure board before back to Pernille. "I'll be back soon," She promises," I swear. You and the princesse just need to hold out for a few more weeks."

Pernille rolls her eyes. "We don't even know if it is a princesse."

Magda looks down fondly at her belly. "I've just got a feeling."

"Go, Magda," Pernille says," And tell Emma that in nine months you'll be unavailable."

●～●～●～●～

As soon as Magda's on the plane, Pernille heads to the training centre. Subconsciously, her hand rests on her belly, where she swears that she can feel you growing.

She slumps down into her seat as the staff describes what has changed since the break, including much more rigorous gym sessions.

Pernille clears her throat and raises her hand. "And what exactly changes in a gym session if, maybe, someone is pregnant?"

Silence reigns for a moment before Nilla speaks," Are you-? You and Magda?"

Pernille nods. "We're having a baby," She says," Me and Magda. We're having a baby. I'm pregnant."

Chaos rings around the room as the girls either celebrate or stare, open mouthed and in shock at Pernille's news.

●～●～●～●～

Magda can't stop thinking about Pernille, about the fact that she's pregnant with you, all throughout the journey and for once, she's annoyed that she's timed her flight so she can get off and immediately head to training.

She's off in the changing rooms and she's off on the pitch and it's only at the video-review meeting that Magda checks through the proposed match schedule.

Emma is very prepared as a manager, even drawing up potential match days a year in advance despite none of them being confirmed.

"You're frowning pretty hard there, Magda," Millie says," Is there a typo or something?"

"No." Magda uses her finger to circle a group of matches. "I won't be able to make those matches."

"How come?"

The room is randomly quiet, conversations naturally coming to an end as Magda speaks.

"Pernille will have the baby around that time. I can't ask her to parent solo until the next break."

"Pernille's pregnant?! Why didn't you say earlier?!"

Noticing everyone watching, Magda's face grows hot.

"We only just found out?"

[byte-your-tongue]

Dungeon Meshi Characters x Sick Reader

(Platonic, Gn Reader)

AN: Was written with platonic intentions but ig any of them could be read as romantic???? I'm so sick i'm dying which is why i wrote this. That and i wanna get back to writing headcanons when i have the time

Laios:

Will try to get you to eat all sorts of monster parts that are said to give good health. He's trying to help, but some of the stuff he feeds you is questionable....

He will try to perform small healing spells on you if you are in pain.

He would probably ask the rest of the party how to help you and you will end up with a ton of stuff done to you as Laios takes all of their varying advice.

If you snap and tell him to just let you rest he will feel slightly bad for bothering you, but you know he didn't mean any harm by it.

If you want him to keep you company he will info dump about monsters for hours. Don't worry about falling asleep while he's talking, he's just glad you are getting some rest.

"Ahhh... i think they fell asleep. I'll just tell them about this monster when they are feeling better!" He smiles and whispers to himself when he hears your breathing change.

Chilchuck:

Will do all the traditional stuff to help you, but probably isn't well versed in actual medicine.

What he does to help is more like the natural remedies/old wive's tales your mom would give to you. Not all of them are backed by science but he swears they will help and he seems so confident so what choice do you have but to trust him?

If you're nauseous or have a fever he will sit by your side with a cold wet rag and run it over your face.

Will brew you tea and swear it will fix everything (my mom did this w yerba buena tea lol)

Will load you up with citrus fruits if you have a cold.

Is the type of person to tell you to gargle warm salt water if you have a sore throat

He will scold you for getting sick, telling you to take better care of yourself. He will say mean stuff but he's also tenderly staying by your side and caring for you... so like.. do with that what you will.

"Ugh it's such a pain taking care of you, you better not get me sick!" He complains, but he's still by your bedside attending to your every need.

Senshi:

Will cook for you. Expect a LOT of soup while you are sick.

He plans out your meals to have lots of vitamins and nutrients to help you recover faster.

He will sit by your bed and stay with you in silence.

If you want him to talk to you he might tell you stories about his time in the dungeon and all the things he's learned and the people he's met.

He is keeping you SO hydrated you will be forced to drink water constantly.

"If ya don't eat well, yer body won't have what it needs to recover. So take care of yerself and make sure ya eat up!" He says while presenting you with your 3rd bowl of soup today.

Izutsumi:

She does NOT know how to care for a sick person. But she's trying..??

Will cuddle up with you and purr. It gives comfort if nothing else.

She might also lick your hair or otherwise groom you.

If you express concern about her getting sick from being around you she will brush it off saying that as a beastman her immune system is probably better than yours.

Doesn't know how to help you but she's worried about you.

She probably tries to tell you some superstition about sickness she learned from Shuro's party that she believes is totally real.

Might drag Chilchuck or Senshi over to you to take care of you.

Don't expect her to fetch you most of what you need, she will probably sleep more than you do while sick. You can try to wake her up and tell her to get something but she will grumble about it.

"huuh..? You want me to get you food? Why don't you just ask Senshi?" She says while yawning and curling back up in your bed.

Marcille:

Tries her best to look through books she's read to find anything that can help.

She panics quickly and worries the worst will happen even if you are only slightly sick.

Might try to get Falin to help take care of you if she's around.

She probably is more worried about your health then even you are.

She gets overwhelmed and tries a lot of things to fix you but it probably takes Senshi or Falin to remind her that you just need to rest and will get better with time.

She gets very anxious and will stay by you the whole time you are sick. She probably ends up getting sick after you do and you get to take care of a whiny Marcille. (It's ok she's sort of cute while sick)

"*sniffle*, You have to take care of me now cuz you're the reason i got sick!" She whines while curled up in her bed with a disheveled appearance.

Falin:

Will perform healing magic on you if you are in any pain, she will do what she can to sooth your discomfort.

Might cast a spell to put you to sleep if you need the rest.

She's very chill about it and will sit with you and keep you company. She will joke and talk with you while you are in bed.

If you fall asleep she will read or quietly slip out of the room.

You might think she's one of the more level headed ones here and that she wouldn't do anything weird to you. You would be wrong. She is 100% doing some weird thing that's from the village where her and Laios grew up. She's convinced this is good for you even if it's super weird.

She will read stories to you if you get bored. Or she might even come up with stories on the spot to keep you entertained.

"C'mon! Eating raw onions is said to help bring your sense of taste back and help your nose stop being congested!" She says smiling sweetly, meanwhile you're pretty sure she is trying to poison you.

[noodlewritez]

Stay

Pairings: Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, confessing(?) swearing, friends to lovers.

(A/N: I know it's kinda short, was gonna add smut and still will if someone requests that but i hope u guys like it LOL)

You had been assigned a run into a nearby pharmacy, alone, for some pre-natal vitamins that some of the pregnant women of Alexandria needed and Carl was...not very happy about it. In the Grimes' kitchen, he argued with you about going.

"It's not safe!" He bickered. You rolled your eyes, not accepting that answer

"Carl, I'll be fine, I've done a million runs-"

"None alone, may I point out?!" He interrupted.

"They're trying to get me used to it! I'll be fine! Why are you so fucking worried?!"

Carl stops and bites his lip, his eyes trailing the wood on the floor although his head was still angled at you. "Y/N..." He steps closer, taking a strand of your hair and moving it behind your ear.

"I can't lose you too. Please...stay."

"Carl..."

He hesitantly and slowly leans in to kiss you, lips barely grazing yours gently. You kiss back and hook your hand around his neck, giving him a proper kiss now. You swear you've been here 5 minutes because of how slow time was going and how your head was spinning.

You break the kiss when Rick walks in and both of you go red, immediately separating from each other and looking anywhere except Rick like Carl didn't just confess his feelings for you.

Wow. Of all times for Rick to walk in.

"Uh-I'll see you later...Bye." You say awkwardly and fist bump Carl before leaving the Grimes' house and going on that run.

Jesus.

[being-addie]

Rest Days

It's currently peak summer where I live, and it is SWELTERING. While I'm planning to be as productive as possible (I'm not kidding my sketchbook is with me 24/7 at this point), thanks to the heat, I'm finding it really hard to stay focused sometimes. So when I'm feeling particularly lazy, or just distracted I take a rest day. I feel like I can afford this right now more often because it's the holidays, but when my classes restart in June I won't be able to even sit down.

ANYWAYS. Here's what I'm currently doing during an easy rest day. Maybe you can take some inspiration <3

My rest days:

Sleep in: I sleep until it's nearly 7:30 - 8:00 am. It's late for me because usually, I wake up at 6:00 am

Move around: If it's cloudy, I'll go for a walk, otherwise, I'll cycle to the gym.

Breakfast: I usually have this thing, where I saute some veggies, scramble eggs, and cook savoury oatmeal, then mix it all together. It's healthy and filling and it's amazing with barbeque sauce. If I'm craving something sweet, I make banana-oat pancakes (which taste and look so much better than regular pancakes I swear)

Sit in the sun: It's morning, and the sun isn't harsh, so I sit in the balcony with my cold coffee and chat with my mom as I soak up that Vitamin D

Watch a little TV: I'll watch like 2 episodes of the show I'm invested in (I'm watching Big Bang Theory)

Get ready: Take my sweet time bathing, doing my hair and getting dressed.

Sketch: So this is both productive and relaxing for me, so I'll pull up Pinterest and do some practice or I'll go to a cafe and do a live study.

Do a little crafting: Ok so this is my therapy. I'm not joking. I put on some Lana Del Rey, and make a mess of my desk. I love making little handmade gifts for family (I just made this insane exploding box thing for Mother's Day lol) or making paper crafts. I'm learning how to crochet as well. Highly recommend it. Put in your earphones, get your scissors out and start making something. Doesn't have to be pretty, just keep going.

Watch the sunset: My gallery is so full of pictures, I don't have any room for anything at this point. 85% is just sunset pictures.

Evening: I just eat dinner with my sister and grandpa, and then we like to sing and dance as I load the dishwasher and she cleans the table.

Read: After chores are done, I read on my tablet for a while.

Sleep: Bedtime skincare and lights off at 10:30.

I've actually done this in way more detail than I thought haha, but this is basically a way more relaxed version of my daily routine, just no studying?? But yeah here it is.

Understand that rest days are required. You do not have to constantly work. Humans are meant to socialise and have fun, as well as work. We aren't worker ants or bees. Relax, and remember to breathe. Everything will be ok. xoxo.

<3

[donnas-dollface]

"Home Is You."

pairing; valeria garza x afab! reader

warnings; nothing really, it's just pretty fluffy because i'm yearning for some domestic content :') and because my cramps are killing me.

summary; that time of month always sucks. you swear that your own body is trying to kill you, with the way your cramps manage to leave you bedridden. but your amazing girlfriend takes the day off to watch over you.

NOTHING COULD DESCRIBE THE HELLISH PAIN YOU WERE IN THIS MORNING. The way that it felt like somebody was squeezing your insides, and every little movement somehow managed to make it worse. Just laying still did very little to soothe your cramps. You'd simply be laying still, and suddenly the wave of nausea would hit you like a train. Your eyesight and sense of smell were also heightened for whatever reason, making you more vulnerable to the nausea and headaches.

After awhile of trying to lay in a comfortable position, you gave up, just simply laying in the quiet bed, your eyes shut. Somewhere in the messy bedsheets, the sound of your phone buzzing caused you to perk up. A loud sigh left you, and you began to lazily pat the bed, searching for it. Maybe it was just a phone notification or something of the like. But on the rare chance that it was Valeria, you always checked. She hardly messaged when she was working or doing business, but there were those times she'd slip away to talk with you for a few moments.

Finally, your hand managed to locate the phone, and you lifted it besides your face, turning on the screen. The message icon popped up, revealing a message from the one person on your mind. Her.

"Good morning mi amor. You feeling any better than earlier?"

"more miserable actually, my stomach wants me dead."

"I'm sorry I had to come in today, but I'll make it up to you. Do you need me to pick you up anything?"

"bottles of ibuprofen and a vitamin water please?"

"Alright, I'll see you after awhile hermosa. I hope you're drinking your water."

And with that, you shut off your phone. It'd be hours until she'd come home, and that's if there wasn't some urgent matter that needed her attention. Maybe it was best to try and nap again for half the day. It was better and more appealing than suffering for the entirety of it. After a bit of a struggle, you found a comfortable position, dozing off for a good hour or two. It wasn't until you felt the shift in the mattress that you stirred, rolling over to see what it was.

Valeria stared back, smiling a bit, moving herself closer to you. Wrapping her arms around you, she gently pulled you on top of her, your head on her chest. Her warmth and scent brought a bit of comfort, and you sighed contently.

"You look like shit."

"I sure feel like it."

One of her hands was already in your hair, weaving through it, gently massaging and scratching your scalp with her manicured nails, while the other rubbed your lower back. That was the thing with you. She couldn't stand seeing you in pain, even if it was something uncontrollable like menstrual cramps. Business and everyone could wait, if you needed her, she'd come with no hesitation. Cruel and heartless, she could be with anyone else. But with you, she allowed herself to let her guard down. To be loved.

After a few moments of silence, she pressed her lips to your forehead, just living in the moment. With the way your breaths were slow and quiet, she already knew you'd fallen asleep. Not that she minded, your skin was pale, and your eyes had exhaustion written all over them. Maybe after you woke up, she'd take you into the kitchen to make something small and pick out a show. Anything you wanted.

-Kaylee 11/23/2023

*reblogs greatly appreciated and welcomed!!

[magnuspeccatori]

Today my mother told me "You're looking too pale. Tomorrow I'm taking you outside to get some sunlight. And I swear I'll flip you like a hamburger if I have to".

You know she really cares about you when she's willing to give you the Burger King treatment just for you to get some vitamin D

[rems-writing]

Nice ass biceps

Pairing: idol!Jongho × witch gn!reader

Summary: All you wanted to do was have fun with your sisters and the archer at this private resort in Morocco. Then again, you live for your man going through his hoe era

Warning(s): crack, the reader being a huge fucking simp, ogling (i mean who wouldn't look at Jongho's nice ass biceps 🤤), Jongho making the reader flustered as fuck, intense kissing but this is still sfw

Genre: Cracked out fluff with some spice

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

I'm hopped up on Thai coffee so let's mcfucking go

"NOOOOOO! I DON'T WANT TO GO OUT!"

"BLOODY HELL, Y/N! WE'RE LATE! THE GUYS ARE WONDERING WHERE WE'RE AT!"

"BUT I DON'T LIKE THE SUN!"

"I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T GET SOME VITAMIN D, I'M LOCKING YOU OUT OF OUR HOTEL ROOM FOR THE NIGHT!"

"THAT'S FINE! I CAN PROBABLY ROOM WITH JONGHO!"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

The next few minutes or so consisted of the Wicked Witch and the Good Queen dragging you, the Demonic Ace, out of the comfort of your air-conditioned hotel room and into the brightness and humidity that was the pool area this private resort in Morocco had. After successfully, albeit painfully, dropping your ass in a cabana that Ateez booked for them and you guys, Zelena and Regina went their separate ways. Zelena made her way to the jacuzzi while Regina was doting on Robin Hood taking photos of the guys in the pool. You hid behind the curtains of the cabana shyly, hoping you wouldn't be noticed.

Until your man decided to surprise you by sneaking up on you and hugging you from behind.

"Hi, honey."

It wasn't the way he greeted you huskily. You could handle that.

It was the way that you felt his bare chest touch your back when he pulled you in for a tight back hug. The worst part?

Your one-piece swimsuit has an opening in the back so you definitely felt his wet skin on yours. He kissed your cheek slowly before nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Come swim with me."

HOW COULD YOU FUNCTION WHEN YOUR MAN WAS BASICALLY IN HIS HOE ERA?!

You were so used to seeing him in layers that you had to process the feeling of his shirtless body against your own for a good minute or two. He didn't wait for your answer as he dragged you along the edge of the pool and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly before jumping in.

With you in tow.

You let out a slight scream as you were midair and soon landed in the pool with a huge splash. The rest of the members, your sisters, and Robin laughed as you came up to the surface and swam to the edge so you could climb out.

Only for him to stop you.

Again.

"Honey~"

"Jongho, no. I don't feel like swimming."

You internally winced as you looked up and saw his smile falter a bit. To make sure he didn't start feeling bad for dragging you into the pool, you quickly added something else.

"At least not yet. I'll join you when I feel like it."

"Ok, honey."

He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. You wanted to say something else but he already swam away, doing laps and racing Yunho and Mingi. Regina sat next to you and nudged you.

"Come on, Y/N. He's been wanting to do this type of thing with you for the longest time."

"I know but still... I just don't feel like it."

"Are you seriously that introverted to the point where you think you'll be worn out just from standing in the water alone?"

"Well... no."

"Then what is it?"

"I can't say..."

"I'm your sister. You can tell me anything. I won't judge."

"Ok fine! The truth is... I don't know how to swim."

You said that last sentence quietly and Regina nodded in understanding. She knew that Cora, the mother of the three of you, never was motherly towards you or Zelena. Only Regina. So it wasn't a surprise to hear this.

"It's ok, Y/N. I'm sure Jongho will understand."

"No, he won't."

"Trust me. He will. Listen. I'm going to be with Robin and the others. Either tell him or don't. He'll still love you regardless."

You nodded meekly at Regina's words whilst watching her stand up and go to where the others were. You sighed quietly and watched the water make tiny waves as you swished your feet around. You then looked up and saw the hottest sight of your man.

Jongho was leaning against the other side of the pool, arm resting on the edge as he looked off into the distance. Robin was standing in front of him, taking more photos.

You swore you were witnessing heaven unfold unto you.

The way his hair was slicked back and the droplets of water ran down his face and body were a sight to behold. However, that didn't catch your eye.

It was the way his biceps, all wet from the pool, glistened underneath the bright sun.

Every curve and trace of those nice and strong biceps had you in a trance. You were so lucky to be the one to witness those biceps every day. You then reflected on all the times those biceps were near you.

From seeing them bulge as he placed an arm around your shoulders to practically leaving nail marks in them whenever he held you close and kissed you senseless.

You were so busy ogling his biceps that you didn't notice him swimming towards you and coming up to you slowly until he was standing in between your legs.

What got you out of that trance was the way he leaned in and kissed you passionately as his strong hands firmly grabbed your waist and lifted you up from the edge of the pool and down into the water slowly. Out of instinct and fear of falling, your hands reached under his arms until they reached his equally massive and muscular back, palms flat on his skin. Jongho reached behind your head and held you by the nape to deepen the kiss while his other hand went to your lower back and pressed you against his body.

"GET A ROOM, LOVEBIRDS!"

The two of you were startled away from the kiss when San yelled at you. Everyone doubled over in laughter as both of you started blushing madly. Slightly irritated that your moment was interrupted, you snapped your fingers

And made a bra appear on San. Or rather, a bikini top.

After all, this was a private resort so you could use your magic at any time without people seeing.

Everyone directed their laughter towards San while the big man blushed and turned away from everyone. Jongho's laugh resonated quietly between the two of you and your heart melted upon hearing the sweet sound.

"Jongho, listen... I'm sorry for acting like a brat earlier. Truth be told, I actually don't know how to swim. Mother never taught me."

"Oh, honey." Jongho cooed softly and kissed your other cheek gently. "You should've told me earlier. Otherwise, I would have never dragged you into the pool with me."

"But you seemed so happy and I couldn't ruin that."

"Your happiness is mine as well."

You hugged him tightly and Jongho returned the hug, making sure his biceps were bulging a bit as he tightened the hug.

He saw you ogling but decided to not tease you.

As he pulled away, he kissed your forehead and held your hands in his own.

"Come on. Let me teach you how to swim."

AND SEE THOSE BICEPS IN MOTION?! HELL YEAH, BROTHA

[pigeon-behavior]

Did you know that pigeons require specialized grit?

Many birds eat stones of some kind to aid in digestion and the grinding of seeds. This actually isn't what I'm talking about, surprisingly. Pigeons do not need this kind of mechanical help, for whatever reason.

If I had to guess, the reason lies in their crop, which is insanely specialized. Columbids (the grouping containing pigeons and doves) are the only birds that can drink without lifting their heads. They can suck water! This is incredible! The reason they are thought to be able to do this is an extremely muscular crop. It's my guess that the crop is taking care of this mechanical grinding all by itself.

So what am I talking about then?

Well, there is a long established practice in pigeon keeping of providing a "red grit" to domestic pigeons. This also can be seen as "pink powder" in some parts of the world. It is comprised of soluble stones. This means they can be dissolved and broken down once swallowed.

This is an important detail. There are other versions of grit sold that are insoluble, and can't be broken down the same way. Most of these grits contain or are only granite. Granite is useless for our purposes, but some of the old guys swear by it, so sometimes it can be hard to avoid.

What's so important in this red grit? If you get the right ones, a variety! Red grits have a variety of needed minerals on offer that our captive pigeons might not be finding in their loft and their feed. Iron is among the most important.

I have a photo from the back of one of the most favored red grits on the market, which is considered an 'enhanced grit' due to added vitamins.

If you Google some of these more complex sounding names, they will become more familiar to you.

This is generally considered the gold standard grit. Few others match its quality and sheer helpfulness. (For reference, it is the Versele-laga All in One). Jovati makes one that is about on par. Otherwise to get the same effects you're looking at pink powders, which are much more concentrated.

Well, why is all this a big deal? I'll tell you!

A common grit pigeons end up on is oyster shell-only. And at the very least, they do need this, and it is soluble! But calcium alone is not going to support their health.

An indoor bird (especially a hen) that is being given only oyster shell and no other supplements may experience problems. Here's why: there's only so much calcium that can be absorbed without sufficient Vitamin D3 in the body. Vitamin D3 is normally produced after being out in UVB light, in the sun! But the grand majority of indoor pigeons aren't receiving any of that. So you can put them up to their eyeballs in calcium and they can't absorb it.

Other problems that can arise over time include things like Vitamin B deficiencies (very unpleasant to watch, it causes neurological symptoms like head twisting), and uh. [Checks notes]. Cannibalism. Didn't see that one coming did you?

TRL insisted on using an oyster shell only grit and a salt lick a few years back when everything imploded. And she had at least one case of straight up cannibalism. Her excuse at the time was that this bird was a feral. But that's an extremely bad excuse.

Pigeons that don't live in our care can go find whatever their cravings tell them to eat. Eating some dirt from the edge of a parking lot would have provided more minerals than the barely survivable conditions in that loft. You can actually see mourning doves do this, by the way, if you're in the right place at the right time. But there is no reason for a pigeon to resort to cannibalism unless under extreme nutritional deprivation.

(I know people who kept suggesting a complete grit to her, but she never listened. It isn't that she didn't know about it.)

But this post isn't about that. It's about providing what your pigeon needs and knowing how best to fill those man-made gaps. The typical solution I see nowadays is to provide a complete grit like the All in One or Jovati and then supplement with some extra Vitamin D3, as these grits aren't really designed with indoor-only birds in mind.

Further information that is important for you: vitamins break down over time and especially if exposed to light. Store in a cool dark place to preserve them.

(Also, UVB light cannot penetrate glass or other clear solids. Your bird cannot utilize UVB unless there is nothing solid between it and the sun. Windowscreens are fine.)

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[thewanderer-000]

Right here, right now Pt 2

They lay in bed, Penelope rested against Jacob snuggling him as he had a slight blush coloring his face. She was beginning to move but winced being reminded of her earlier activities, she suck air in between her teeth. That woke her up, much to her dissatisfaction, she regained her self and rubbed the sleepies from her eyes. Penelope locked on the bandaging on her arms and scowl, and snuggled more on Jacob.

"Am still weak? Aren't you supposed to make me be better after a feeding and not-, not this?" Jacob pat my back soft as he laughed at my indignation.

"I'm a vampire, not a miracle worker, and you watch too much TV, that's not how it works you silly little woman" I lay my head on his chest and hear nothing, I got scared, I forgot for a second that vampires have no heartbeat. I could feel a warmth about him and I had questions.

"Um, Jacob, why do you feel warm?" Jacob chuckled and softly caressed me so soft I felt tinglings where he touched. Then he covered me with a fuzzy blanket better.

"I fed on you a lot, practically drained a little over 2 or 3 pints of your blood and the effects has my body mimic signs of life, especially if I eat from a living person.. I can go a month or two without eating, I think that is either because of military service or its a vampire thing. Though that does mean when I don't eat I'll be more ravenous for fresh prey than a blood pack and hunting instincts are-, are kinda supernatural. But only if I go 3 months without feeding. It's hard to explain, I haven't talked about this in a long while. I didn't know much but after a bit, I understand something's but not a lot, like earlier with you, Johnny and the others. Let's get you back to sleep, sleepy head" I ponder on what I was told and am tired, Jacob softly hums and massages me into slumber. I feel him cover me with a another blanket before continuing. It didn't take much coaxing considering the fragile condition I am in.

...

Few weeks of being at the Veterans Center and under observation, and the few nights of him being away was different. A little lonely when sleeping without 'im and yet something else she couldn't understand, some strength had mostly returned. And the taste of liver was getting better was a small win for Penelope, Jacob practically had to sit and make her eat, the few days for the first, two weeks. She sat wondering if he was being serious but he was, cutting her food for her and holding a fork waiting. She took it begrudgingly, Jacob wanted Penelope well, hell he made her iron rich smoothies with added vitamins to help. Something her ex would have done.

"You're 5 weeks are about up" is what I say in the small private recovery ward, Pen is laying back listening to the headphones I gave her for the ipod. She looked at me and reached out for me to help sit her up, I do but I go a step further and taste her kiss, she is practically beautiful putty in my hands. No surprise there.

"Mm hello to you too- mm" I couldn't get enough, kept my mouth on hers, I wanted to drain her and fuck her full of me at the same time. Hear her final gasp as I break her lovely neck, here and here, I kiss where I wanted to inflict the most damage. Kissing her was waking my bloodlust, she weakly pushed away, only for my mouth to travel down her body. She gasp but I see the scars where my fangs once pierced her soft skin, she was better but still off, still recovering, I swear I could taste what she ate, I still taste the sun on her skin. I lick and and kiss the scars.

"Oh Jacob, wait-wait-wait. Jake mmm-" I listen but kiss my way back up to her luscious, full lips, I know she is weary of being intimate again. But once her hands are holding on and she encourages me I regain my senses, Johnny's uninvited conscious is here reminding me no one mattered more than Pen. At a point I was ready to use Pratt to get her back on her feet, unfortunately he was useless as he wasn't a blood match for her. That's why we're here in the Veterans Center than the cabin, I went a little over 2, maybe 3 pints of her blood and she's small compared to me. I almost feel bad but I'm hungry for her. Ravenous.

"You taste so good and you look beautiful" I say to her as she enjoys the closeness as our noses touch as I softly headbutt her. I gotta go before I try to coax or use hypnosis to have my way with her again.

"Ugh, I got work to do, ok baby? But some of the others were going out maybe you can go get some air and stretch your- your legs" I wanted so much to have them wrapped around my neck or my body, Penelope cupped my face so I'd look her in the eyes, her warm smile could make this dead man's heart skip a beat. And my cock ach like crazy.

"I think I'd like that, keep temptation away from the both of us for the time being. Maybe we can do it again, hopefully I don't almost die, again" she chuckled, granted even with all the fucked up she had a twinkle in her eyes. We quickly kissed and I left to go drain someone to sate my hunger but I knew who I wanted more. I wondered if I could hold off on wanting to kill her or something, though the thought of turning her was tempting too. The scent of her is bliss, I inhale her deep before she leaves.

...

A small group left for a bit of field training, Penelope looked happy despite lack of energy, she watched as the instructor had everyone pair up and practice some first aid. She and everyone laughed as the instructor reacted like a mad man refusing aid, after a moment she got sleepy and went to sleep in a truck. An hour and some odd minutes chaos and screaming ensued a ways away, Penelope looked around and went to leave but had no keys unfortunately. She had to go but something growled in the distance, it was a beast attacking the others, Pen quickly got off the truck and ran to a quad to flea the area, but no key here too. Penelope sprint to the wooded area opposite the commotion and then she fell and heard something approach behind, anxiety raged and in her delicate condition she passed out.

"They had this civilian, I think she escaped but she's a little worse for wear, she has bite marks all over, deep too. Think a little play thing for Jacob, we better get her to the wolfs den, Jacob would think twice before going there. Poor woman has probably been through the wringer and more. Must have done something to be on their shit list like this" I hear as I start to wake but am so overwhelmed from earlier I just sleep instead of seeing my "rescuers".

___________________

A few hours had gone on and the wolfs den new guest lay unconscious like. Eli and the werewolves waited for Eden's Gate to retaliate or Jacob to.

She lay in my bed feigning sleep, I just kept my distance and let her get composure and left a moment, probably couldn't be easy since she knew about Jacob. I hear on my enemy scanner about some woman named Penelope and wonder if she is the one they are searching for. 'I'll take your captive you sick fuck. Good, this is one innocent that won't be dying by a blood sucking psychopath. I'll make sure of that'. I come back to keep myself busy and not worry about the things beyond my control.

"Ugh, where am I?" miss "Penelope" sigh, I was getting kinda worried but was glad she wasn't too worse for wear. I grab her water bottle and help her drink, she weakly leaned on me, I look her over and couldn't help but barely touch. I need Tammy to do a physical and take any photos of her wounds.

"Um, miss you're in our hide out, the Peggies and that sick fuck that had kept you captive won't come looking for you here. I'll make sure of it, but my friend can help you report the injuries and anything else you-" she choked a sob but couldn't hold back as her guard broke, she was practically wailing, maybe any beast probably seemed monster to her now. She would most likely be afraid of what I am if she knew it was me attacking Eden's Gate earlier. Tammy gave a sigh and put a blanket over her shoulders and that made her cling to me. After a moment she cried softer sobs, and breath in and out as she sat on her own.

"I can do the- the report from what I can recall" I let Tammy take her to her room for physical examination and record the violence inflicted upon our new guest. I didn't believe that she would entirely recall it all, it could be that the trauma would be too much. And I was right Tammy came back and looked defeated, our guest had fainted and was unconscious again. We do our best to see to her regaining her strength, she mentioned losing blood but that was just what Tammy could get out of all the things she said. And her name, Penelope Thompson. She was in shock at this point and we sooth her nerves and kept her inside of the wolfs den, Jacob wanted her found and I was keeping him from her. A couple more weeks she will regain more of her strength.

"I wondered how he nabbed Penelope, I don't think I've seen her around, eh I guess it doesn't matter, she's in poor condition. And we'll assist her as best we can, she said it had been a good couple weeks since the blood loss. She's doing better, I like that she can still smile and laugh despite all that she had gone through. But she's having a difficult time remembering being in Jacob's care, I don't blame her. Penelope has night terrors or something, but it's-, damn. End of log. Well, she smells so good, fuck. Penelope-". I end the log as Penelope stood, staring, blushing and I'm blushing dumbfounded idiot almost letting my other identity be known. I couldn't hide the wolf in me knew what she wanted, bad, I could smell her pheromones and arousal when she'd have her "nightmares". I don't know what made her so different but it did, I couldn't ignore it any longer.

"Um, I should go" Penelope quickly walked away, I don't know why but I followed her, her pheromones called and I couldn't ignore it.

"Penelope wait" I say while running after her, her running is only making me pursue. I can't seem to control what's happening as I catch up to her in the kitchen, I grab her arm. She looked at me with shock, she just got out of the shower and she smelled more fragrant, and the arousal was fresher. The silk bath robe opened enough for me to see more of her scars, and I let go.

"Penelope, I'm sorry" she is looking down and I couldn't help it, I chased her like prey. I think maybe I should send her to the Pastor for safe keeping, better than some horny werewolf and murderous vampire on her ass. Pastor Jeffrey's knew about my supernatural predicament, so he'd understand why I needed her to go.

"Maybe you should get ready and I'll take you to Holland Valley to the Pastor for-" Penelope grabbed my hand and look at me with pleading eyes that said no. I let my hands rest on her shoulders then they slide down to her waist as I pull her to me. She holds on to me and we find our mouths are one, I hold her and let myself have her if only for a night.

"Eli" she moans as I taste her skin and I put her against the wall, her robe is fully open as I grind against her wet slit.

___________________

Penelope is whining and whimpering for Eli to fuck his length into her, if only Jacob could bury himself in her the same time as Eli. That was the most naughty Penelope has ever thought of sex and it shocked yet excited her. Eli was eager and lift up his ravishing guest enough to unleash his stiff shaft and set Penelope on it. Jacob could feel his sweet Penelope in throws of passion and he knew with whom, this was odd but it was so new. But his own lust and yearnings with Penelope was increasing his own arousal, he could feel his pulse in his cock. Jacob couldn't ignore it anymore, it felt as if he was entering her himself, Jacob began thrusting into his fist matching the haught desire his pretty little human was getting. Jacob stroke to the motion of their passion and came as they did. This was torture, a release but no blood to taste, he knew had to go fuck and drain someone soon. As soon as he sees Pen he'd be on and in her faster than anything, just the thought got him hard again.

"Miss me" I say to a woman I'd fuck every now and then, she excitedly push back against me as I felt her up. She'd moan, I felt the bloodlust rise. I told her "our spot now, go and you better be naked my little whore" before I did something fucked up. She giggled and sway her hips but with how hot I am for Penelope, this will be the last time this girl lives and that had my cock twitching. What she thought was lust was actually an insatiable hunger for blood, but her blood wasn't the same as Penelopes.

...

I don't say anything as I take her, we're in place far away from prying eyes and perked ears. Her sweet nothings are that, nothings as I ravaged her on the floor as I've done many times before. I started to imagine Penelope under me, and I kiss her skin but it tasted nothing like her so I get a little rougher. Her breath hitched in pain and that excited me, I bare down with my thrust and my fangs in the crook of her neck. She gasped a winded cry as I slightly cracked a something near her neck, but she wasn't gone just yet. I drink only a little and feel her getting dry, she smelt of fear and it was so sweet as she tried to pretend to like it. I bite her tit hard really getting her screaming but I felt my stomach growl so I went for the neck. The gurgling stopped at some point, I got my fill and but again no release. I forgot to cum. Fuck. But this wasn't who I wanted to cum in, I wondered what Penelope was dreaming. My imagination went from there, I got up and again had to finish myself off after I stepped in the bathroom. I need to call Pratt to bury the mostly drained body in the other room.

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Helpless part 3 peeps

It was almost five and Nico had embarrassingly spent the whole day thinking about Will Solace, he was stubborn and got on his nerve but he was cute in a way. Nico headed to the infirmary where Will Solace stood there waiting for him,

"Hey Nico." Wil called out brightly,

"Hello Solace." Nico said coldly, this Apollo kid could not know anything. Will did the routine of lecturing him about how he needs to eat more, his severe vitiam D deficiencies, iron deficiencies and about twenty more that could never remember.

"Okay so, I'm giving you some vitamins. Take this one with breakfast and the blue one before you sleep, also I looked through the tests you did. You have PTSD and depression, I would recommend therapy but then you would send an army of skeletons after me, pass out and potentially die and I really don't want you to die. I think we have reached a level of kind of friendship and would not like you to die right now, take one of these a day first thing in the morning with water before you eat anything." Will said walking around the room picking up three different containers and placing them on a table in front of Nico.

"Solace I'm fine. I'm not taking them." Nico spoke bluntly,

"Yes you are, doctors orders. I will be telling your sister to make sure you take them and after she leaves I'll make sure you do." Will respond firmly,

"Solace you aren't my father, I don't need you checking in on me. I won't take them, I am fine." Nico said avoiding eye contact as the blonde boy towered over him.

"Nico di Angelo, it is my job to make sure you are healthy. I do not care whether you like it or not, you need to take the medication. I don't care if I have to shove it down your throat, I can't have you dying on me di Angelo so take the fucking pills. Please for the love of Apollo or I guess Hades just take it, I don't care how much you say you're okay, you are not. Do you know how many times I have considered putting you in the infirmary on an IV because you looked like you wouldn't last another day? Have you even eaten today Nico? It may seem shocking to you but I actually care about you, I don't want you to drop dead." Will finishes, his usual gentle voice lost replaced with a shaking yet harsh one."Shit, Nico I'm really sorry I just, I'm really concerned about you. Please just take the pills, doctors orders." Will replies in his usual gentleness.

"Okay I'll take them, I swear I'm trying to eat more it's just I forget I need to. Spending years with ghosts and then trapped in that jar I always forget I'm meant to eat." Nico whispered, he was actually trying to eat, but it just makes him feel sick.

"It's at dinner I'll sit with you and Hazel at the Hades table." said Will.

"I thought you weren't allowed to do that?" Nico wondered.

"For medical purposes, I am." Will added simply, Nico didn't argue after that. Seeing Will speaking in that harsh voice, it made him seem more real. He didn't want to admit it but after that he wanted him even more.

***

They walked to the Hades table,

"Oh hey, Will Solace right? I thought you were an Apollo kids, why are you sitting at Hades?" Hazel asked,

"Medical reasons; you're Hazel I presuming?" Will responded, after that they started talking. They got on quite well. With Will there Nico felt more pressured to eat, even then he barley finished half a plate. "It's getting better, just try to eat a bit more each day. I'll see you at campfire, yeah Nico?" Will said before walking away.

"So that's loverboy?" Hazel grinned as Nico tried to hide his blushing,

"Shut up Hazel, there's no chance he likes me." Nico responded softly, looking down. "Especially after today, I'll see you at campfire Haze." He finished before leaving. 

***

"Gods Will, just tell him." Annabeth sighed,

"There's no chance he likes me back. I quite literally yelled at him today because he wasn't taking his medication."

"Will, please if Nico di Angelo was going to get scared by yelling he would not have survived Tartarus."

"I know but what if he's straight?" What if he was homophobic.....he was from the 30s...Nico probably didn't know he was bi since he was never at camp constantly. Will didn't say anything to Annabeth but the thought was in the back of his mind. Annabeth thought quickly, she didn't want to out Nico but also he didn't want Will to think he had no chance, he'd been pining over Nico for so long it was kind of hopeless.

"You won't know until you talk to him Will."

"I swear he hates me, he won't even say we're friends."

"Will, Nico does not hate you. If he did he would have made that very clear."

"But-"

"I promise he doesn't hate you Will, trust me."

"Okay Annabeth I trust you, but I still think there is no chance Nico di Angelo, the living embodiment of darkness will ever fall for the son of Appollo." With that Will walked off to the infirmary, just as Percy and Jason came running in.

"Hey Wise Girl." Percy said while kissing her,

"Hi Seaweed brain." Annabeth replied as she messed up his hair,

"I'm sorry to interrupt but I did want to tell you two something." Jason said, "Nico came out to the rest of the group today as well as Reyna. "

"Wait really? Gods I'm so proud of him." Annabeth said, she felt a strange amount of protectiveness over the son of Hades. He'd gone through so much and she was so proud of him for telling everyone.

"I'm guessing I'm still not his type? Wait there's no one I need to drown right? Because I gladly will drown anyone if required,"

"Thankfully no, but I did also offere to strike anyone with lighting if required." Jason responded as he and Percy high fived. Piper walked towards them after leaving a group of Aphrodite kids, she had a look in her eyes which Annabeth could only assume meant she was planning something.

"Guys so you know how Nico likes Will-"

"Wait what?" Annabeth said shocked.

"Nico said you and Percy already knew?" Piper said extremely confused,

"So his type is blondes? " Percy asked,

"Well um..anyways what's the chance that they get together? I need to hear your predictions, Aphrodite kid tradition except they don't know this time so I thought I would ask you guys."

"80%" Percy and Jason said in unison before Annabeth just smiled and said,

"100" and walking off.

"Anyways bye you two, I should probably go and help plan that date for Clarisse and Chris. I told Clarisse we would have it planned by campfire." She said kissing Jason and walking back to where her siblings were.

"Bro I bet I can beat you in a sword fight right now." Jason said,

"Not a chance, your on. No prep time allowed."

"Let's go then."

Percy and Jason both ran off to the forest likely going to do something extremely stupid and probably electrocute a few people but honestly no one cares as their fights were some of the most exciting things to watch.

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xx hope you like it

[katethevampire]

All right so the new episodes just came out like 20 minutes ago for me (oh yeah me from the future here it ended up taking me about 3 hours to finish watching the episodes cuz I kept pausing to write stuff in between so uh yeah lol) so everything under the cut will be my live reaction to everything. I'll add time stamps so you know where I'm at in the episodes. I can guarantee you that I will be sticking to my promise about potentially eating paper if I'm wrong about Sir Pentious not dying. Which honestly now I'm not sure if anyone will die, it was pretty much confirmed in a live stream that angel dust isn't going to be the one to die so my money is on one of the Angels. Also I'm using voice to text and while I'll try and fix any misspellings or wrong words I might miss them.

LOTS OF SWEARING PROBABLY also I very much abuse capslock

EPISODE 7

00:51- I love Sir Pentious looking at Keke I just thought I should mention that

01:03- OH MY GOD NO KEKE MOVED TO HIS LAP AND HE'S PETTING HER I LOVE HIM SM

01:10 aw Alastor was sleepy you guys woke him up!

01:22- I CAN'T EVEN APPRECIATE RAZZLE AND DAZZLE BEING CUTE CHARLIE IS CRYING

01:29- he did the gay little hand thing

01:50- okay so I've already seen this part because of the small leak but I cannot get over the fact that Alastor has his shoes on the bed!! Like man take those off you're getting it dirty!!!!

01:59- mfs kicking his feet on the bed acting like a high school girl about to ask out her crush on the phone at a sleepover like dude you're a serial killer you can't do this to me 😭 also I should probably slow down cuz I'm making an update literally every 2 seconds

02:18 BROS CHECKING HIS NAILS AND DOING THAT POSE WHILE MAKING FUN OF HER ABOUT THE FACT THAT SHE UNINTENTIONALLY MIGHT HAVE CAUSED THE DEATHS OF MILLIONS 💀💀💀 so fruity i love

2:33- Alasto be like "it's called masking deary. Ever heard of it?"

2:44- if he wasn't saying this in such an evil manner right now I'd be saying he's so me frfr

3:07- what do I even say to that line. He popped off but also like respectfully I think I've heard a third grader say the exact same thing

3:53- OKAY SO I WAS GOING TO SAY SOMETHING BUT I'VE COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN LOOK AT THIS FRAME, this could easily be the profile picture for someone's film review channel and I'm not 100% sure that people will understand what I mean by that unless you know a very specific person

04:38- Alastor is in his hat man era

4:33- okay so a few things, thank you subtitles for telling me that the music is edgy I feel like just the word tense would have worked on its own but I appreciate it nonetheless. Number two, I don't like seeing the girlies be mad at each other :(

05:34 I will support my boy Sir Pentious through and through he did nothing wrong!!

06:54- not the voice I was expecting for Rosie but pop up Queen she speaks the truth

07:24- ROSIE KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE ALASTOR. Also his confusion, I love him so much

11:04- she's kind of like that one Pokemon

Ad time!- I DON'T CARE ABOUT VITAMIN PILLS THAT DOUBLE MY LIFESPAN

11:13- catabettes! Cannibals and catabettes!!! This is going into my vocabulary from now on. Also this frame that I paused at I love her face.

11:57- ugh, susan. All my homies hate Susan

12:54- I have a dream, I'm here to cause a scandal in the cannibal square

13:37- :( well it wasn't obvious to me I just thought the x over the eye was to look cool :(

14:35- SONG FUCK YEAH

15:26 If this song came out years ago I know for a fact there would have been an undertale parody version of it. Also I just got a cosmic brownie and some chocolate milk let's go guys we're eating good tonight

16:00 HOLY FUCKING SHIT SHE CAN JUST GROW BACK HER WINGS

16:30- therapist Rosie is not something I thought I'd be seeing today but honestly I love it. Also I don't think I'm going to be able to finish these episodes today because I'm only a little over 15 minutes through and I've been watching for like almost over half an hour and also I just realized that what if Lucifer is the one that dies?

18:12 ALASTOR GAVE HER HIS MICROPHONE I'M GOING TO EXPLODE INTO A BAJILLION CRYING PIECES RAHHHHHH

19:38 I'm going crazy I'm going insane right now bro literally what how I don't know what to say I love this act I don't know, it's just really good I don't know what to say like this is cool I don't I DON'T KNOW! IT'S I I LIKE IT everybody in cannibal town is cool and I like them and it's like 10 seconds later now and they're literally So based like free food like so me I don't know I'm just rambling at this point

20:56 ALASTOR AND ROSIE'S LITTLE DANCE THEIR LITTLE TIPPY TAPS OH MY GOD YES

21:06- alastor, you know it's not right to make someone your political puppet. Your little dances are cute though so I'll allow it for now.

I don't know why it thought I was speaking Spanish for a second but anyways that episode was really cute and good and I liked it but I'm also scared for the next episode cuz like now I'm wondering is someone actually going to die or were people just lying. I feel like either Adam is going to be the one to die or it's going to be Lucifer cuz they mentioned a lot in the previous episode about how Charlie needs to take up the throne and get ready to take her place on the throne like why does she need to take her place on the throne? Isn't that her dad's job??? Please don't kill Lucifer off please please please 🙏 also I'm still not on board and probably will never will be on the whole political puppet thing. Like I just know I just have a feeling in my bones that alastor's favor is going to be something like "Let me be the ruler of hell lololol" or something anyways

EPISODE 8

01:01-Why are you watching other men get fucked?🤨 (/j)

01:19 🥺 I love 🥺 I oove him so 🥺 so much 🥺🥺🥺 does he have a spatula like spongebob

02:02- wait so how is Vox watching them like does he have bug cameras in the air like those little guys in v3 (woah now I have to put a Danganronpa spoiler on this)

03:42 SOFT ALASTOR FANFICTION WRITERS QUICK WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN!!!

04:18- I'm not even the biggest huskerdust shipper but awwwww also I don't ship him with anyone but I just want to see Sir Pentious happy pleaseeee also the little Melody of loser baby in the background

04:48- ugh I am clutching my heart right now Sir Pentious is my SON and I LOVE HIM

04:58- what the fuck that ao3 tag was canon this WHOLE TIME???? WHEN DID YOU GUYS HEAR ABOUT THIS?????

05:05- I told you angel dust wasn't going to die

05:38- it's like the song but different! Reprise it's called a reprise also is Mimzy gonna come back

07:15- Vox, you know that you guys are going to die if they lose too right?

Okay I can't timestamp this cuz I'll just be pausing every 2 seconds but just know that everything I'm saying after this is from 07:52 to whatever number I put after later right here->09:47

Okay, so this might be a weird comparison but you know like My Little pony Battle scenes? This feels like that in the very best way possible where they have the scenes with all the different characters fighting with the different music.

Oh my God yes Cherry bomb and angel dust I love them also that was a fire transition also I JUST NOTICED THAT SIR PENTIOUS HAT ALSO HAS THE EYE DOES HE JUST HAVE I HATS FOR EVERY OCCASION

Uh oh Adams angry he's going to do a my hero academia

Oh shit it actually worked that's not good.

I TOLD YOU I CALLED IT VOX IS HORNY

Oh my God that is such a cool shot guys someone should make that frame of Alastor their computer background

OH MY GOD WHOEVER ANIMATED THAT SCENE I LOVE YOU I'M LITERALLY GIVING YOU A METAPHORICAL KISS ON THE MOUTH IN THE PLATONIC SENSE ALASTOR LOOKED SO COOL

Guys I think Adam's going to die

😨 okay so Alastor's microphone just broke and I paused it to add that emoji but as I did the people I live with got home so I'm going to have to pause it for there? I'll update if I get prime working on my phone. Also isn't alastor's microphone alive? Maybe that's the character that died.

Update: all right I got it set up on my phone about 30 minutes later now we're resuming

09:47- okay so I think it's interesting that Alastor pretty much lost all his powers as soon as his microphone broke, my guess is probably that whoever has his soul (lilith, eve, or anyone else) gave the mic to him.

09:53- I like the detail that Alastor is still smiling even though he literally just got slammed against the wall, also Vox has the biggest hate boner for Alastor like

10:02- Alastor: "Have to disagree with you there, radio's not dead." Hun you are bleeding out I'm sorry but I don't think you can gaslight girlboss your way out of this one, also I'm sorry to tell you but the only thing they play on my local radio station now besides music is like, a show that's only on at like 7 in the morning where people call to complain about how their husband wraps Christmas presents

10:38- haha silly also EGGS!!

10:43- NO WAIT MY BRAIN DIDN'T REGISTER THAT THAT EGG WAS CRACKED THEY KILLED THE FUCKING EGG!!!!!! Angel, kill them.

11:12- no no no Sir Pentious you better not I don't want to eat paper

11:21- good for him

11:44- NO GOD DAMN IT PLEASE HAVE A REVEAL THAT ALASTOR OR LUCIFER OR SOMEONE ELSE SAVED HIM PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏 I AM BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

12:03- okay this is really cool but is he actually dead cuz I'll legitimately be really sad if so

12:50- *that one vine* "*gasp* Adam."

13:23- KILL HIS ASS CHARLIE

14:12 yes Vaggie, queen shit

SIR PENTIOUS ARE YOU DEAD /J OR /SRS?????

14:35 I KNEW IT I KNOW HE WAS GOING TO COME BACK I MEAN I GOT KIND OF SPOILED CUZ I I SAW THE COVER OF THE EPISODE BUT WOAH 10/10 ENTRANCE

14:44- gasp! His face!

15:00- he is, so stupid. I love him.

15:51-okay I went quiet for a minute cuz there were so much happening but oh my God what do I even say this is just so cool also I don't know if this is intentional or not but the blood stain on Charlie's hair is shaped like an apple

16:34- NIFFTY RAHHHHHHH

17:08- wait okay I had a brief thought that maybe lute was actually Eve but I think I'm wrong on that

17:13- Sir Pentious would've liked pancakes :((((((

Ad Time! I don't care about hard Rock Cafe I just want to know whether or not Sir Pentious is actually dead please I'm going through all the stages of grief right now and Brandan Rogers just came on my screen as Katie killjoy please

18:04- Keke :(

Oh my God they're going to find him in the rubble right? ... Right?? Right guys right???????

18:10- fat nuggets survived that's good I see a rock that looks suspiciously shaped like Sir Pentious military hat whoa guys I wonder if that means anything and it looks like it's up like someone is standing? Whoa I wonder if they'll check behind that rock please

18:16- wait is he actually dead I'm genuinely about to cry

19:16- I am not crying about his death until the episode ends I am not crying until it is 100% CONFIRMED that he died

20:50- omg alastor's alive, he's in his Jack's skeleton era that means that maybe Sir Pentious is also-

21:08- friends :) he said friends just saying

22:04- I TOLD YOU I FUCKING TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU THAT BY DYING IT WAS JUST A CHARACTER BEING REDEEMED I TOLD YOU I'M SO SMART I'M NOT EATING PAPER HAHAHAHAHA I'M THE GREATEST MAN ALIVE HE'S NOT DEAD MY SNAKE BOY ISN'T DEAD HOW DID I GET SO ATTACHED TO HIM I DON'T KNOW BUT I LOVE HIM YES I CAN'T EXPRESS MY EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW I'M GENUINELY SO HAPPY THIS IS WHY THIS IS WHY I WAITED UNTIL THE VERY END TO CRY ABOUT HIM I KNEW HE WASN'T GOING TO BE DEAD THEY WOULDN'T KILL HIM OFF THEY WOULDN'T KILL MY SNAKE BOY OFF JUST LIKE THAT

22:34- you're telling me Lilith was just doing hot girl shit on the beach for 7 years.

[crmsnmth]

With The Radio On

Every single day I have, always bleeds into the next Our routines become so embedded, deep within our chests I guess it's the time for us, to do what we do best You can get the answers, but I'll be the one to take the test

Keep things moving, keep up that flow Do what you want, this is our show I promise you freedom, if only you let go We need to move quickly, this place is gonna blow

Each thought my brain boils, seems to be depressed Afraid of everything again, but still hoping for the best I take more pills than you, not that that's a good flex Don't stop now, you have to push through the final sets

Keep the radio on, I like the company Its ok let me know, when you've had enough of me Just look at you, goddamn you're so lovely But I remind myself, great beauty comes with the worst ugly

Every night's become a run, racing sedatives down my throat Were you the punchline, and my life is the joke We keep spinning round, waiting for the other to choke We do this now, and everything else can go up in smoke

Let me count your teeth with my tongue Be my vitamin, be my sun You get me so high, but the drop always hurts but I couldn't tell which one is worse Turn the lights, let's have some fun One more time, and then I swear I'm done

[druidx]

Her Countenance was Light - Chapter 39

CW: None AO3 ; Chapters: 01. 10. 20. 30. 31. 32. 33. 34. 35. 36. 37. 38. Tag list (ask for +/-): @aquadestinyswriting, @hannah-heartstrings, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary, @babyblueetbaemonster @mr-orion

The room Cobbleskater has commandeered is empty when they arrive. Farren dithers, unwilling to leave her alone; but Elo knows he has his own work, back in the bullpen. "Off you go." "Bug…" "I will be fine. I'm hardly going to get in trouble staying in one room, am I?" Farren raises an eyebrow. Elo scratches her neck. "That was… I wasn't feeling great that day. Look – I need you to follow up with Yates and Monday. I promise I will not get in trouble." Farren grumbles. Elo sighs, tired. "Don't make me pull rank, Brek." "Fine. I'll come grab you for dinner." With that, he huffs off, back to the bullpen. Elo rubs her forehead and then settles down to work.

She collects the pages she'd been reading before Stucker arrived and sets about typing a modified version of events. Somewhere between the first round of cross-country shooting and the second round of swimming Elo had made her choice. She justified it by thinking of her own safety. If Brauma knew that she knew he was the Shadowling it might force his hand into a confrontation she isn't ready for yet. She has to play it safe a little longer. That it comes with the benefit of no one questioning her friend's sanity is a bonus.

Elo sits back, scanning further pages of the exposé and diary to see if Evie had any evidence that Brauma was the one behind the smuggling ring. Tired eyes lose focus, and instead she stares at the journal, contemplating the glyphs tumbling down the pages like autumn leaves – and feels that tickle in the back of her mind again. Here is a language that Evie and Elo thought they'd invented, a language that turns out to be spoken by a subset of creatures neither of them had even dreamed existed. No wonder Snotgrut was surprised when she said she couldn't read it; her memory just needed a jog. The Dvasia speak something different – Elo knows this. But the book downstairs has only one script… Which makes her wonder what the Dvasia were doing with it. And why would the Eshen approach Evie, yet the Dvasia set a trap for Elo? Elo tilts her head. It's almost like they were confused…

In a rush, Elo stands. Her gut churns as she rushes along the corridor. "Oh!" Elo narrowly avoids crashing into Cobbleskater and sending them both tumbling down the stairs. "Lieutenant–!" "Be right back! Need to test a theory!" Elo calls back. She jumps the final basement steps, using the bannister to propel herself towards Evidence, shouting an apology to the three other people she nearly collides with. "Mikey!" Elo beams as she comes into the Evidence lockup. "How's the wifey?" The officer looks up from where he's been reading at his desk inside the cage. "Not too good, Sarg– Sorry– LT. She's picked up the sniffles from one of the kids." "Sorry to hear it. You make sure she gets plenty of vitamin C." "Will do, LT. What're you after?" "I need to take another look at the items from case number 12112017." "Right-o. Paperwork?" Elo grimaces. "I'm so sorry. I had an epiphany and forgot to fill it out. I won't have them long. They're only going to the mortuary." The officer purses his lips. "I swear, I'll fill them out when I'm done testing my theory." A frown. "Are you okay, LT? It's not like you to come without the proper chits." "Yes. Fine." He doesn't look convinced. "Just… a lot of pressure. With this case. And… and the Icelanders." The Officer's head tips up in understanding, and he readjusts his belt as he stands "Ah. Well then. I'll fetch your items. A book and a… doodad, right?" "Yes," Elo breathes a sigh. "Thank you." "Just this one time, mind you." "Of course."

Once she has the items in hand, Elo scurries to the mortuary. At this time of day, Snips isn't in, and the fluorescents switch on with a whine. Elo places the book on an empty slab, flicking through it and skimming the pages with her newly recalled ability to read the flowing script. She stops when she reaches a picture of an Eshen with a crown of elaborately-petaled blue flowers. Willowsprout's hair was green moss tufts. Aster – the elder of the two Eshens in the tree – had hair of russet and umber leaves. The girl had a collection of white morning glories tucked into her long, green grassy hair. Of the few she's seen, none of them have looked like this. With growing anxiety, Elo casts a look at the bank of chillers, then at the artefact in its little evidence baggy. She takes a staggered breath. Walks to the chillers and pulls open Evie's tray. With the artefact in hand, Elo looks through the little hole at the center – and gasps. Her Evie is transformed. Her skin is a rich carmine-brown, smooth as a birch, though missing the lustre of life. Her hair is curled brown leaves, crowned with flowers that have faded to cobalt with their dryness. For a moment Elo sees her alive, skin glossy, leaves and petals wafting in a leisurely breeze, smiling with all her teeth. An ache in Elo's chest forces her to set the artefact down. Fingers grasp at her temples, covering her eyes as she gasps for air. Her theory still needs to be tested. Recovering herself, Elo takes a breath and turns to where the stainless steel reflects her – too gaunt, too bruised – face. With another deep breath, she raises the artefact, closes one eye – and nearly drops the thing in shock. They look exactly alike.

With a shaking hand, Elo looks again. No. No, not quite. Not exactly. Evie has dark flecks across her cheeks and shoulders. The leaves on Elo's crown of flowers are serrated; Evie's are smooth. Evie's nose is that bit narrower, and Elo's cheeks are rounder. She lowers the artefact with a shaking hand. Mind spinning too fast to catch a coherent thought, she pushes Evie back into the chiller, puts the artefact back in its baggy and turns to the book for answers.

Elo reads the accompanying text – and, quite frankly, it reads like the synopsis of a pulp novel. "Chosen one…" she mutters. "Born to lead, blah blah… time is right, etc, alongside–" That draws her up short. The text says an Eshen, like the one in the picture, will have the same power as Kasskekadmas and should rule in tandem with him; each to their own sphere of course, but in harmony. From what Aster said, from what Evie's diary says, from the effort Brauma is going through to be rid of her… They all have assumed the same thing – that it would be Dvasia or Eshen to come out on top, not both. Elo looks again at the bank of chillers. But why are there two of them who look like the Eshen in the book? It doesn't make sense. Unless it was expected something like this might happen. An heir and a spare. But who–? And then the answer comes to her, and really, Elo could kick herself. Because, of course, Evelyn was meant to be the heir. Beautiful, brilliant, charismatic Evie. Evie, who could charm the birds from the trees, who sparkled like a diamond in a crowd, beloved princess of Toreguard. Who is now gone. And only Elo left, scratching around behind her. That explains why the Dvasia were confused, why they laid a trap for Elo. Why they were so startled when Evie turned up on the docks. But – the thought stops her cold – but the trap they'd laid for her on the canal must have been set up long before Evie went onto the boat. Elo was the one who should have died that night. Does… does this mean– Did Elowyn get Evelyn killed?

Of course, it's Farren who finds her, sitting with her back to the chiller bank and knees drawn up to her chest and a thousand-yard stare. And of course, he has the audacity to be prissy about finding her there. She doesn't want to hear it. "Breakwood." It comes out hollow and tired, and his demeanour changes instantly. His eyes flick to the book then back to her. "What did you find?" "It's weird," she warns. "I can deal with weird." "This is orders of magnitude above our normal weird." He holds out a hand to help her up. "Let's see, then."

So she directs him to put on gloves and take out the artefact while she pulls Evie's tray from the chiller again. Elo leans against the chillers. "Hold the artefact up to your eye, and look at her through the hole in the center." Farren raises an eyebrow. Elo nods downwards, so Farren does as he's bid and looks– –and jumps back, eyes wild. "The fuck? Holy– What is that thing?" "It's still Evelyn Strucker." Farren is breathing hard. "How do you know? It could be something wearing her skin, or, or a simulacrum, or… " Elo chuckles hollowly. "You watch too many movies." "How do you know?" he asks again. She takes a ragged breath. "Use it on me." He does so, hand trembling. Blinks through it for a second. Lowers it slowly. His face is a rictus. "What. The fuck?" Without waiting for an answer, he looks at his reflection through the thing. "What do you see?" Elo asks, curious despite herself. His mouth works. "I look exactly the same." He looks back at her. His voice has the faintest of tremors. "You weren't kidding, huh. About the weirdness levels." "They're called Eshen. We're… Eshen." It sounds strange to say it out loud. "They're a race of… tree people." "Is that why your… alternate selves… look so similar?" "No. At least I don't think so. I think one of us was supposed to… lead these people, and one of us was the spare. I don't know which, the book doesn't say. But it was probably her." Farren raises a hand. "Hold up. What?" Elo forges on. "There's an alternate faction, they live underground. They're the ones who tried to kill me with the canal dunk. But I, um." Elo's voice shakes. "I think that trap was set before Evie died. I think she walked onto that boat and they killed her, thinking it was me, because I was the spare. Farren," Elo looks at him with eyes bereft, "I think I got her killed."

Then there's cold tile against her knees. Breath short, erratic. Farren clutches her shoulders. She can see his lips move, but can't hear over the pounding of blood in her ears. He cups her face in his hands, and she wonders how she never noticed how like molasses his eyes are or that little nick of a scar on his cheek– "Elo!" She makes a startled squawk as he shakes her. "This isn't your fault. D'you hear me? You didn't stab her. You didn't know about… this Eshen stuff. You did nothing that would have caused her death. The fault lies solely on the one who–" "Brauma." Elo focuses her watery gaze back on his face and hiccups as she labours to get her breathing under control. "I think she was killed by Lerrald Brauma." "The Master of the Exchequer?" "Yes." Farren gapes, eye round. "Bug… That's a huge accusation." "It was him that ran me off the road. I recognised his car in the VIP parking lot this afternoon. Strucker confirmed it's been in the shop for the past few days. I bet if you talked to the mechanic that fixed it, they'll tell you the undercarriage was wrecked and they found lumps of gold fairing inside." "Okay, but that only proves he ran you down." "Why else would he! Evie's journals say she spoke to an Eshen who told her that someone in high office was responsible for the forged art smuggling ring. The boat she was killed on was part of his operation." "This is all circumstantial." Farren drags a hand down his face and fixes her with a stern look. "I'm clearly missing parts of the story. You better start from the beginning. Don't leave anything out." She stares at him, stricken. "It's insane, it's like something from a bad movie. You won't believe me, you'll think I'm high, I promise I'm not taking anything! I hardly believe it, I don't– Maybe I'm going crazy, everything's falling apart–" His hands are back on her face and shoulder. "Bug, breath." He strokes hair away from her tear-stained face. "Shh, come on. I always consider everything you say with an open mind. When have I not?" Breathing under control, Elo gasps out a laugh. "Red Sonics vs The Hurricanes, four years ago." Farren gives her a mock scowl. "One time," he says. "That was one time!" But he's smiling and relaxed, and so she relaxes too. They sit on the cold tile floor and Elo tells him everything, from the nightmare to what she's omitted from her summaries of Evie's journals.

[scientificmicroscope]

I swear the USA can be so f****** stupid and not even realize what they did last night was a repeat of what happened 2016. the only difference is those people that were undecided or double down are going to suffer a lot faster now than they did 2016. we're going to suffer but at the same time we can make things a lot better for ourselves because we know what's coming we didn't ignore the signs.

We'll survive this I'll still be here probably doing more rping and doing a lot of home projects to improve myself cuz state job or not chances are it's going to be a lot worse than before.

So advice to everyone check your health care see if you need refills from your doctor get your LAB Works done if you take vitamins over the counter stock up the weather is already going to be bad enough as it is make sure you have those Essentials