#Sorry you feel sick

[icycoldninja]

Hiiii hope you're doing well! I have a cold and wanted to request Dante taking care of a sick fem S/O. Thank you!

Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear that. I hope you get better soon, and that you enjoy. 💜

Caught a cold (Dante x Sick!Fem!Reader)

You woke up that morning with a hot, flushed forehead, an awfully sore, scratchy throat, and a runny nose. You didn't have to take your temperature to know you'd come down with a cold.

"Dante," You grumbled, coughing. "Could you bring me some tissues and medicine?" There was silence for a few moments, then the sound of rapid footsteps nearing your room. The door suddenly flew open, revealing your boyfriend Dante, with three plastic bags full of medicine bottles, ten boxes of tissues, and a mini garbage can.

"Here ya go, babe," He said, shuffling into your room and laying the items out on your bed. "I got Ibuprofen, Nyquil, cough drops, and, uhh...aspirin. Here, take these." He shoved two Ibuprofen tablets into your hands and handed you a bottle of water. Once you'd taken the medicine, he popped open the cap of a Nyquil bottle and measured out 30ml of the medicine. "Alright, take this too." You took the bottle cap/measuring cup from him and reluctantly gulped it down, wincing at the medicine's bitter taste. "There ya go," Dante praised, as you washed down the gross liquid with a capful of water. "Now get some rest, ok?" You nodded, snatching a tissue from the box and blowing your nose into it. Dante chuckled, leaned down, and planted a kiss on your forehead. "Rest up, ok, babe? I'll be right back."

He zipped out of the room, leaving you lying there, exhausted. You let out a soft sigh and flopped backwards, pulling the blankets up over your shoulders and blowing your nose one more time before closing your eyes and trying to get some sleep. You were interrupted about 20 minutes later by a bizarre, horribly loud scraping sound, like a heavy object being dragged across the floor. You wearily raised your head from the pillow and peered at the doorway, shocked to find Dante attempting to lug your TV stand through the doorway.

"Dante, what are you doing?" You groaned, rolling over.

"Just trying to get some entertainment set up, y'know." He grunted, and with one final yank, the wide TV slid through the doorway. "Got it!" He announced, pushing the piece of furniture over to the wall in front of your bed. "Now, wait right there and lemme get the TV." Before you could reply, he was gone, having returned to the living room for the TV. He came back 5 minutes later, holding the TV remote in his mouth. After mounting the TV on its stand and plugging in all the required cables, he leaped into bed beside you, took the remote out of his mouth, and flicked on the TV.

"Dante...why?" You rasped, your words immediately followed up by a series of loud coughs and sneezes.

"Aw, c'mon, you and I both know that sleep is impossible when you're sick, especially when your medicine hasn't kicked in yet," Dante said, sighing and hooking an arm around your shoulder. "Besides, I can't leave you all alone when you're sick, you'll get lonely! Gotta keep my baby company, and I have a low attention span, so..." He let out a low snigger and pressed a kiss to your cheek before rearranging the covers for you. "You can go ahead and try to sleep if ya want, I'll keep the volume low." You shook your head; Dante was right, you didn't really feel sleepy yet.

"Nah, I'll stay awake. Put on something interesting, will you?" Dante nodded, grinning. "Sure thing, babe."

[medicalunprofessional]

never change, man !

[skipporeity]

bro omfg

[bamsara]

being an adult means we can buy or make as much self-indulgent shit (as we can afford) and unironically have trinkets of our fave things cause our teen years was bullied for liking things and hiding/denying we were ever neurodivergent to the point of suicide. sucks for anyone that thinks its weird cringe but I'm going to try and allow myself to love myself in little ways now

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

i am sincerely sorry

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[yesmissnyx]

An Unsexy Post About Censorship

Sooo...gumroad is shutting down NSFW content sales because of Stripe and Paypal. This is also why Wishtender has been down as well, if you weren't aware. And why Patreon is also cracking down on anything remotely kinky.

(If you're wondering why your favorite FICTIONAL sexual content isn't allowed on most platforms, it's payment processors.)

Please be extra kind to anyone who works with NSFW content right now, whether it be art, writing, audio, photos or video. Whether it be tasteful erotica, or the kinkiest BDSM porn you can think of, we're all in the crosshairs right now.

And, judging by trends from these past few years, this is only going to get worse.

Support NSFW creators where you can, whether by tipping or buying our content (where you still can) or just helping boost content on sites where algorithms want to drown us out.

Call representatives where you can and complain about payment processors acting as arbiters of what YOU are and aren't allowed to pay for and enjoy.

This may be about porn right now, but censorship of this caliber doesn't just stop with porn. Any transgressive (read: non-conservative) media is fair game.

Fight against it where you can. Support creators where you can.

Art is important. Reflections of our sexuality are important. We don't want a world where people aren't free to make or see the things they love and enjoy.

[yarrow-leaf]

A kindling of a swordless bloodshed,

The creaking of a voiceless door —

Another piece inspired by something @mincemeat-the-warforged said that absolutely altered my brain chemistry (the same 1 am conversation that sparked this in fact!)

[timothylawrence]

if anything i find it even more tragic that Wyll doesn't get that resolution that you can find with some of the other characters. Sure, you can break him out of his pact with Mizora, but he... never understands that he was a victim of both his Mizora's manipulation and his father's neglect.

He was still a very much neglected seventeen year old boy who was cast out by the one person he idolized and the only family he ever had.

The tav never gets a moment to go 'hey your dad is actually a piece of shit' nor 'hey your dad also neglected you your whole life' that actually has a whole impact on him. Wyll spends the whole game mentioning numerous occasions where his father would scold him for being a child. he mentions having to repeat balduran's pledge every single day by his father's request. Ulder even admits to drifting from Wyll from the day he was born.

Yet Wyll idolized him and saw him as if he was the very sun because he had no one else. He puts his own father on a pedestal and doesn't even entertain the idea that maybe his father isnt as great as he sees him to be. he doesn't get a moment where he can realize that he is worthy and great without needing to be the blade of avernus/frontiers nor as the archduke's son.... he can just be Wyll and that's enough- even if it wasn't enough for Ulder.

It's a tragedy that, whether due to Larian's mistreatment to his character or crunch, that Wyll doesn't get to see his father as someone who hurt him too.

[heartorbit]

i would advise against sneaking a bunch of silly billies into your castle

[skylie-spiderlillis]

At this point I just refuse to believe Charles is not inlove with Edwin.

Like besides the fact he looks at him like he's the sun and stars and everything in the universe and all of that; it's so in character for Charles to fall for the first boy that ever showed him kindness. The first person that was ever nice to him, made him feel safe, cared for him as he died. After the way they met?? Of course Charles will bloody fall for Edwin, how couldn't he?

That's so in character of him.

[h4unted-d4rling]

“Bill Cipher’s blood canonically makes humans ill” okay??? And???? Your point?????

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

What’s for Breakfast?

(yes it’s the parsnip fic)

(tw mentioned nightmares and mildly dissociation)

disclaimer: this will probably be ooc, i’m still extremely new to the fandom so be nice please

description: jason decides to cook and is interrupted by the rest of the bat siblings.

word count: 1556

All he came here to do was drop off some intel for Bruce but now? Now Jason is standing in the middle of the Wayne manor kitchen, with his hands on his hips, wondering what he should cook. He’s hungry, alright, sue him.

It’s Sunday and Sunday is the day Alfred restocks the kitchen so the chances of Jason actually finding something other than premade pancake mix was not great.

The first ingredient item he finds is a few parsnips. He passes one between his hands trying to think of what he can make with them. After a few seconds he comes up with something, tossing the parsnips onto the counter and he collects some onions, a leek, flour, eggs and vegetable oil. He gets the grater out and it’s decided. He’s gonna make parsnip and onion fritters.

Jason starts with slicing the onion. Just get that shit over and done with. The familiar burn of the onion begins in his eyes and he is immediately reminded of the last time he cooked in here. He was 15, it was a few weeks before his death. He and Alfred were making home made burgers, requested by Jason himself, and they made caramelised onions to go with it.

He’s pulled out of the memory by the wet feeling of tears dripping down onto his hand. He glares down at the vegetable as if it had personally wronged him. And you know what? It did. He’s crying all because of a fucking onion.

He continues slicing only slightly more aggressively when he hears a soft patter of feet.

“Todd?” At the sound of his name he looks up and is met with a sleepy Damian staring back. The kid’s got on a set of cat pyjamas, that Jason can admit is kinda cute, and is wiping away what looks to be tears. Must have had a nightmare or something.

“Cooking.” Jason replied gruffly. Damian approaches the island he’s cooking on and stands on his toes to try and see what Jason is cooking. Once again he can admit the kid looked kinda cute with only just his head and little hands poking over the bench.

“Cooking what?” He asks softly and with genuine childlike curiosity, which is rare for Damian. Jason breathes out a sigh and walks over to the small table on the far side of the kitchen and pulls a chair up against the bench.

“Parsnip and onion fritters. Wash your hands and come grate the parsnips for me.” He usually would tell him to fuck off but the kid looks like he could use a distraction and he does love a mission.

Damian washes his hands, climbs up the chair and starts grating.

They slice and grate mostly in quiet, only breaking the silence to quietly giggle at each other's onion induced tears.

“Cooking?” The sound of a voice startles them both so badly Damian almost throws a parsnip and Jason damn near cuts his finger off. When they look up at the source, Cass is standing there with an eyebrow raised.

“Christ, Cassandra, you could have killed us.” Damian says as he lowers the parsnip. Jason huffs out a laugh.

“Again.” He mutters and doesn’t miss the nasty look Damian throws him. Cass only smirks and shrugs. She looks dishevelled but Jason chooses to ignore it. She wanders over to the island, inspects what they’re doing before sitting on one of the stools and pulling her phone out of her pocket. Jason and Damian share a look before continuing what they were doing.

They finally get through all the slicing and grating when Steph and Tim stumble in looking like they had not slept all week. Jason stops what he’s doing just to look at them judgingly.

“Where the fuck have you two been?” he asks like he doesn’t want to know. Steph groans and collapses into the stool next to Cass.

“We were out all night for a stake out that turned up nothing.” Jason makes a confused face at that and looks to Tim who is all but dragging himself to the coffee machine.

“I don’t even want to talk about it.” He says holding a hand up to block out Jason’s judgmental look. Stake outs like that happen, not often but they happen. But for Tim? It’s even less often, he gathers all the intel he can before going out. Make sense for his mood to be shit.

Jason can practically sense Damian is about to say something so he scoops him up by the armpits and places him onto the ground.

“Your jobs done now.” He tells him before the kid can protest. He only receives a slightly grumpy nod before Damian drags the chair back to its regular spot and sits down. Tim looks away from the coffee machine.

“Are you making breakfast?” He asks half judgy half genuine. Jason almost responds with some snarky sarcasm but just looking at Tim tells him the poor guy's exhausted brain would probably melt if he did.

“Yeah I am. Parsnip and onion fritters.”

Steph lifts her head from where it was laying against the kitchen island.

“What the fuck is a parsnip?” Jason chuckles and holds up one of the unused parsnips.

“It's like a white carrot thing. They taste good, trust me.” Steph eyes it suspiciously before shrugging and laying her head back down.

Duke runs in while Jason is mixing in the flour and eggs. He stops and looks at everyone surprised. To Duke’s credit it is rare for all of them to be in the same room for a non vigilante related reason. He looks at Jason and into the bowl.

“Hey, that looks great! I’m heading out to patrol but save me some for when I get back?” He says as he grabs an apple and speeds out of the kitchen without waiting for an answer. Jason files the information to save some away in his head before he continues mixing. He makes sure everything is evenly coated before heating up a pan and drizzling some vegetable oil onto it. He places as many scoops as he can evenly spread on the pan and waits until he can flip them.

The sizzly of the fritters and the oil almost covers up the sound of a new pair of feet entering the kitchen.

“Whatchya making, Jaybird?” This time he doesn’t jump at the sound of Dick’s voice coming from directly over his shoulder. Just by looking at Dick’s eyes tells Jason the eldest is floating in between a dissociation episode. He’s not really all there.

Jesus Christ, was he the only one who had a good night? Well, he doesn’t really know how Duke’s night went but with the way he was rushing to get on patrol, if Jason had to guess it would be probably not good.

“Parsnip and Onion fritters.” He replies while scanning the kitchen for what task he can give Dick to help him out.

“Hey, could you do the dishes for me? I wouldn’t want Alfred to wake up and find the kitchen a mess.” He asks softly. Jason doesn’t mention that Alfred is already up and upon seeing all of them in the kitchen, about ten minutes ago, gave Jason a soft smile and left to do whatever Alfred does when he’s not butlering.

Dick turns to where Jason points to the dishes and nods.

“Oh yeah, of course.” He says spacely. Jason fights the urge to fist pump. If he’s learnt anything it's if you wanna get Dick Grayson to help himself, you gotta guilt trip him a little bit. He does take the knife before Dick can add it to his washing pile. Yeah he’s got some less than moral helping tactics but he’s not gonna let the guy hurt himself.

Damian gets up to help Dick with the dishes and they make quiet conversation. With Damian occasionally yelling when Dick splashes him or tries to place bubbles on his head.

Jason hands the empty bowl to Dick before placing the last of the fritters onto one big plate. He quickly whips up a greek yogurt and herb dip sauce. He grabs out enough plates for everyone and places two on a plate for Duke before wrapping it with foil and placing them in the fridge. He then hands the remaining stack of plates to Dick.

“Alright losers follow if you want breakfast.” He calls out before heading into the proper dining room. Dick sets the table before taking one for himself.

Jason will never tell anyone but he did feel nervous waiting for everyone’s reaction.

“Wait, why is this good?”

“I can’t tell if these are good or if I’m just really fucking hungry.”

“These are really good Jaybird.”

He tried to hide the way the tension fell from his shoulders before digging into his own food. The atmosphere was good and it made Jason kinda miss moments like this. This sense of family and belonging. Just a family having breakfast together.

“Is there any left for me?” Bruce asks as he walks in. Jason looks up at him. He’s met with a proud look he hasn’t seen in what feels like a lifetime. He hides his face and gestures to an empty chair.

“Take a seat, old man.”

I hope the fic is a good as you guys imagined 🥰

here’s a special thanks to @kaycynyrs for sending in the ask that inspired me to look at this fic again and @yourlocal-edgelord for encouraging me to rewrite it and to @heavenssolitude for being there and supporting me 🥰

(i’ll totally untag you guys if you didn’t wanna be tagged. just wanted to say thanks)

[kingkatsuki]

Yeah short skirts and crop tops are sexy— but there’s just something about a man that finds you so attractive wearing clothes that shouldn’t be considered typically sexual. Like baggy sweats or his old, worn shirt.

Those plain, boring outfits that aren’t planned and are just thrown together for comfort and practicality that have his dick throbbing for you as he imagines bending you over the nearest surface.

[faaun]

what draws you back to your country what draws you back to your land when i was a kid i told myself if i ever left iran i'd never go back 2 years into living in the UK i started looking at news on iran again 10 years in and i visited it for the first time again and today i heard an iranian mother talk in farsi to her child on the train to london the way my mother used to and i wanted to cry i wanted to ask her whether they're still cutting the mountaintops whether the lakes are still drying today i showed the person i was with pictures of waterfalls and palaces and forests and snow-white north something odd pulls me back with increasing force i can't ignore it ever again

[lovehours]

i don’t even fucking care

[taashed]

one of my mutuals just posted about this but i'm going to say it too: the way a lot of ya'll are making fun of sapphics for one of the only canon lesbian relationships in gaming being unceremoniously destroyed by a studio who didn't even make the characters for a cash grab is super gross and not cute!! if you're not sapphic/a lesbian you truly can not understand what pricefield means to lesbian culture, shut up