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[hercarisntyours]

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[yyawnjun]

MELODIES OF HEARTS

jake x reader ; 1k wc ; @kflixnet ; warnings: mention of alcohol and cigarettes; fluff !! ; guys i love how special languages are, and how similar traditions could be (i was reading a book that talked about it ugh, hope I'm not sounding crazy) ; after this, i will focus on the niki's one!! ; AS ALWAYS THE BIGGEST THANK YOU TO MY GIRL and proofreader @sobun1est <3333

“Have you ever noticed that there are some songs that sound similar in all languages, for example, the Happy Birthday one, or the one that you sing to children to sleep! the languages ​​are different, so only the sound of the words changes but the melodies are the same… don't you think it's magical?” you mumbled.

“mmh, I never thought about it,” Jake answered.

You were both drunk from alcohol and sleep while sitting at a bar and waiting for the last drink of the evening while rolling the last cigarette.

“I also find it special when you change languages ​​in the middle of the song, starting to sing in another language but keeping the melody.” you continued your speech seriously.

Jake kept nodding and unconsciously taking notes of everything you said. Like he was writing down his mind. Now you talked, saying everything that came to mind, now you shut up to concentrate on putting the tobacco in the paper. He was chuckling, actively participating in the discussion, and sometimes getting lost in your movements, and the way the dim light of the street lamp illuminated your face and how your hair framed your expression.

Your drinks arrived and you began to sip them. The chatter around you mixed with the ice churning in your drinks, but to Jake, all that noise seemed like a background. Silence echoed in his head, while all he could think about was how attractive you were at that specific moment. Oh how much he wanted to kiss you. But instead, he nodded and kept his eyes half closed as he tried to listen to you.

As you lit your cigarette and smiled at him while offering him a drag he nodded. Not so much for the smoke, but more so that he could feel your lips closer to his through the filter of the cigarette.

On the other hand, you were trying your best to keep a normal conversation and not give in to the tension that was growing between you. In that moment you were mesmerized by how he was removing his hoodie because he had started to feel hot, and you had the chance to glimpse his abs. Now the shirt was slowly wrinkled and revealed his collarbone, while his hands wrapped around the drink and his fingers played with the straw.

“Let's go now, it's getting late,” he said when you had finished your drinks, noticing that sleep was taking over.

“Do you want to stay at my place tonight? I have an extra room” he added in one breath as you moved to pay.

“Uhm, sure, thanks, Jake,” you said without thinking too much.

“it’s nothing”

But Jake knew it was not nothing, his heart was doing backflips while a sweet smile was appearing on his face.

You walked towards his house like this, side by side while the silence reigned, occasionally interrupted by short phrases.

Your bodies were close as they walked on the narrow sidewalk, and while you tried not to fall because of the uncomfortable heels you were wearing, he continued to pay attention to your movements. Maybe due to chance or maybe because you were sleepy, you almost slipped, but Jake rushed to catch you before you fell.

His arm embraced your waist and your gazes stayed crossed for infinite moments. You had immediately recovered, but your hands had intertwined and never left each other. And neither of you dared to point out your position for fear of interrupting the contact.

You were walking in a dimly lit street and finally reached his apartment. As soon as you entered, your hands separated, and a cold shiver immediately invaded you; the heat of Jake's body had managed to warm you, too.

“You don't have a pajama. Here's my sweatshirt…is that okay?”

And you nodded and thanked him while giggling at the funny ducky sweatshirt he had given you, thinking mostly about how finally Jake's warmth would come back into contact with your body.

You changed quickly, and as soon as you went out, you found him preparing your room. He was now wearing a black sleeveless tank top and very simple sweatpants. His muscles were very defined, and his hair fell over his eyes as he was focused on fixing the sheets.

You didn't dare interrupt him while he was humming a song. But as soon as he noticed you he went silent and blushed at how the shirt was falling on you.

"I like your voice," you said to him as you approached.

"Yeah? Did you notice how I mixed up the various languages ​​I know?" he asked as he also came towards you.

Now that you thought about it, as you watched his movements the background of the music had changed from English to Korean. The sound had changed, but the melody no; everything had stayed harmonious while he had fixed the place for you.

“I noticed it…I like it; you sounded magical, Jake,” you told him, almost whispering as you approached him.

Oh, how close you were now, your gazes met and remained fixed. The light on the nightstand illuminated your faces and your bodies were so close that you could feel his heat passing to you.

“And you, what would I like?” he asked, moving his eyes first to yours and then to your lips.”What?” you asked, teasing him, while he remained focused on your lips as if he could already feel them on his.

“You know…” he said, taking your face in his hands and caressing your lower lip with his thumb.

You could feel the tension melting away as the distance between your faces disappeared as you kissed him.

Your bodies completed each other, while your lips did not separate. His hands rested delicately on your hips, while yours wrapped around his neck. You both tried to get as close as possible, wanting to sink into each other's bodies.

Endless minutes passed, and everything around you was still as you remained locked in that kiss. When you pulled away you noticed your lipstick all around his lips and his messy hair as the look of love lit up your faces.

[lordmushroomkat]

I find disability perplexing, sometimes. Because.. what counts as a physical disability? Which things are only mental disabilities? Which things don't count at all?

Physically disabled people often tell us mentally disabled folk to be careful not to talk over them because the things are not the same. But uh. At what point do I qualify? At what point can I contribute to the conversation? At what point are my symptoms inconvenient enough to be valid?

Because like. I need glasses to see. And sure I have access to the corresponding disability aid for the problem (glasses), but I can't see to full capacity. My eyes physically do not function as intended. Most of the time it doesn't inconvenience me, but even with the glasses I experience difficulties. For example if I want to see something beyond a certain distance (about half a room away) I have to consciously focus my eyes in on it so I can see details. Frequently this causes mental fatigue and headaches. I also get nauseous when I try to read (or just focus intently on specific parts of a stable object) in a moving vehicle. Sometimes taking off my glasses helps with that, but most of the time I have to just stop reading or I might actually throw up. This is a major inconvenience. Is that considered a physical disability?

I have exercise-induced asthma. When doing aerobic activity my respiratory system --from my mouth to my lungs-- starts to ache more and more until I have to stop to catch my breath. This affect can be reduced by using an inhaler first, but I frequently forget about it because I spent most of my early life not knowing what the problem was. This experience hurts, it is painful, it is debilitating. It didn't used to be so obvious to me because my muscles got tired at a similar-enough pace that I simply assumed I get tired fast, but now? The flesh is strong but the lungs, the lungs are so so weak. I want to run and hike and dance and I know that I could --that the strength I have would support me-- if only I could just breathe! I always feel like I'm just doing it wrong and that if I just learned the trick, just learned how to breathe right, then I could do anything! And maybe there is a trick to breathing while moving! But my lungs still don't work the way they should! My body can't function! I have to stop to take a rest repeatedly during any aerobic activity, including running for longer than very short distances or just walking long distance; any amount of exertion eventually requires me to stop completely and wait for my body to stop aching before I can continue. Is that a physical disability?

And hey, here's something interesting that not a lot of people know about! Autism often comes with some degree of hyper-extension of the joints! Which sounds like a good thing: until you realize that this means your knee joints lock further back and it messes up your posture. Until you realize that you have to routinely crack your joints to remove the stiffness and maintain dexterity. Until you realize that your legs and arms are constantly trying to escape your hip and shoulder joints; and you have to realign them and keep them in place. Until you realize that you are predisposed to straining leg muscles. Until you realize that your joints started aching in elementary school. Until you have to teach yourself not to lock your knees so you have actual reliable stability. Until you realize that you stand weirdly. Until you realize that none of your joints stay where they're supposed to. My body requires regular maintenance (cracking my joints back into place every hour or so) to have full mobility. Is that a physical disability? It's only an extremely common side-effect of a mental disability, so does it count?

I also have auditory processing issues from the autism. Too many layers of different sounds can get overwhelming such that I can barely hear what's in front of me. And sure, that's because of my brain not filtering out the extra noises, but it's still a hearing problem. I still can't always hear things. The meat computer in my skull refuses to do its job and as a result my ability to hear what I need to be hearing is inconsistent. Is that a mental disability because it's in my brain, or a physical disability because it's not the mind part of my brain failing here?

And I have some sort of heat regulation issue! I always ran hot and sometimes that's convenient (when it's chilly out) but whenever it gets hot it's extremely debilitating! When I overheat I can't move as well and I get fatigued and my brain starts to melt (by which I mean that I get so warm that my brain ceases to be able to process things at anything like usual speed). Overheating is a major problem for me and there's very little I can do about it! Ice only goes so far. And I can't very well live in a tub of water for the whole summer (trust me I've thought about it, extensively) because it's just not practical! Heat is overwhelming and renders me non-functional and it kinda hurts too. Having an overly-warm body is debilitating in an environment that experiences summertime. Anything over 75°F and I start to become uncomfortable, anything much more than that and my brain gives up on the concept of thoughts and I start seriously considering the underwater lifestyle. For most of summer and a good deal of late spring/early fall I have two modes; overheated or underwater. That's debilitating. That's dis-able-ing. Does that count as a physical disability?

What counts as a physical disability? At what point are my struggles valid? When am I inconvenienced enough to be part of the conversation? Are my aches and pains and hurts profound and frequent enough to qualify for the label "physically disabled"?

Should I just shut up because my problems aren't big enough? Should I just bear it without comment because my body mostly works? Are my problems too pedestrian and basic to be valid considerable struggles? I lived my whole life blaming myself for my achey lungs and my weird joints. I spent my whole life overwhelmed and frustrated because I couldn't quite see, couldn't quite hear, and couldn't function at all when overheated. Is that a part of the conversation? My body hurts sometimes, and it doesn't always work the way I want it to, and actually now that I think about it I think my body always has some kind of low-grade muscle ache going on that I just sorta stopped noticing.

I don't dare call myself physically disabled --because that's not up to me to claim-- but if you asked me if I considered my body to be functional I would say an emphatic no. Like sure, I can get through the day, it carries me where I need to go; but I set up my life on purpose to avoid physical (or mental) strain wherever possible. I rarely go places, I rarely go do activities, I rarely go see people, I rarely exercise, I rarely do any of the things that my body struggles to do because I can't trust that my body will continue to support me if I make it attempt anything that might pose any challenge at all. There are very very few exceptions to this. Only a few events per year do I actually push my body in any meaningful way and it always takes days for me to feel like I've recovered from the aches and mental strain.

Is that what a physical disability is? I don't know. I don't know if it's enough that I hurt or if I have to actually be broken for it to count. I don't know.

So yeah, conversations around disability confuse me sometimes. Because mental disabilities are rarely just mental.

And autism in particular comes with ow-my-senses-don't-work and ow-my-joints-don't-go-there. Which seem like very physical problems to me.

A lot of mental disabilities seem like they have more to do with the brain as a malfunctioning meat computer (the brain as an organ) than the mind as a consciousness (the brain as a person). But I don't know if we actually consider that difference at all. This confounds me greatly.

How do we even define how debilitating something must be to be considered a physical disability?

[bufomancer]

I’m considering keeping frogs, so far I’m mostly interested in White’s tree frogs, pacman frogs and fire belly toads.

From what I’ve read the fire bellies definitely need a water feature, is this achievable in a removable box in the terrarium or would you recommend a vivarium with half land, half water and actual filtration. I ALS also saw that white’s tree frogs only need a humidity of 60%, is this correct?

Any information on these species is welcome, so I can make a decision between them and do further research.

Yes fire belly toads definitely need a water feature! And you can do it either way as long as they have a nice big pond. I’d aim for about 1/3rd of the enclosure to be water. The depth only needs to be 2-3 inches, they aren’t really deep water swimmers.

For my current fire belly I am probably going to give him a large pond in a removable container so that I can easily dump and scrub the whole thing. They don’t need particularly deep water, so siphoning water out for water changes can be fussy. But, you can definitely give them a fully filtered and cycled pond if you prefer. For me, I think just dumping and scrubbing 1-2x per week will be easiest. But your mileage may vary!

I have not personally kept white’s tree frogs and haven’t done much research into them. I’d recommend asking in “Advancing Herpetological Husbandry” on facebook. @stickyfrogs is one white’s tree frog keeper on tumblr that may be able to help you, as well.

I really adore both fire bellies and pacman frogs, though they’re pretty different from each other!

Fire bellies are a lot more active and ‘playful’, they also generally do quite well in groups. They love to climb and swim but don’t do much burrowing (though they will use little hidey holes that you provide to them). They don’t have “sticky toes” but they WILL still climb glass. So make sure you have a secure lid. People online will tell you they can’t climb glass. I can assure you I have seen them do it and they can get quite high. They can absolutely climb out of an enclosure without a lid and they will given the chance. They’re very intrepid explorers.

Pacman frogs are bigger, solitary, and less active (but that doesn’t mean they don’t need a spacious enclosure! they move, just slowly). They burrow, but don’t really climb and only need a water dish large enough to soak in rather than a pond. Their bites can pack quite a bunch so watch out for the mouth!

[shreedle]

Hey there!

I was just wondering if you had any general advice in regard to AO3, or managing fanfics in general? I’ve tried to do my own research but I’m also trying to ask people who are actively involved in the scene.

You’ve got a ton of content on there and it’s really inspiring.

-Aero

Hi Aero!

Hm, I don't delve too much into the nitty-gritty of AO3 itself. I'm not exactly sure what kind of advice you're looking for, but there are a few things that I've picked up and generally find helpful.

(You know I've already seen you post a fic; I can tell you that you're doing just fine already. c:)

Also throwing this under a Read More since it got longer than I thought.

1) Tags - Tagging is everything. You wanna make sure that you have all the appropriate tags on your fic so that anyone who is interested can find them. On the other hand, you want to make sure that you don't overtag (for example, don't tag a character that only has one line and then never appears again). Try to keep your tags concise - you don't want to give away the whole fic, but you also don't want half a page of tags. You can make your own tags if you need to, especially to clarify something, but generally "chatting" in the tags is not a good idea.

2) Filters - When searching for fics, definitely use the filters to narrow it down. They're extremely useful considering you can make sure you find fics that have something specific tagged, or exclude fics that you don't want to see under any circumstances.

3) Posting - How you post fics is entirely up to you, but I've noticed that by posting multi-chapter fics chapter-by-chapter, you tend to get more eyes on it since it's pushed up to the top of the page more often.

4) Bookmarks - Super useful. Some people like to use Bookmarks as a Favorites section, where they store all of their favorite fics for future rereading. Other people like to use it as a "To Read Eventually" section and then remove the fic once they finished. How you use it is up to you.

5) Pseuds - Some people like to use Pseuds to separate their fics - for example, they might post for Fandom A under one Pseud, and Fandom B under another Pseud, or post different ships under different Pseuds. This can be used to simply sort or organize fics on your account, or for reader convenience, so that readers can follow the Pseud that is posting fanfics for what they want.

6) Multiple Accounts - Some people have multiple accounts; this could be to post fics that they don't want associated with their main username, or to do something similar to Pseuds and keep their fandoms completely separated from each other.

7) Anonymous - If you don't want a fic to be associated with your name at all, but still retain full control over it, you can add it to an "Anonymous" collection when you are posting it. No on will associate it with you, and any comments you make on your fic's page will be abled as "Anonymous Creator".

8) Orphaning - If you no longer want to be associated with a fic at all, give up all control over it, not receive comments, but don't want to delete it, you can Orphan a fic. This will leave the fic up, but your name will no longer be associated with the fic and it will move to AO3's "Orphan Account". You can't get control back once you do this, so only do it if you're 100% sure.

9) Stats - Try not to fret too much about stats. XD It'll only stress you out if you compare the Kudos/Comments/Bookmarks you are getting to other people. Stats are no indicator as to whether you'll enjoy a fic or not, and since AO3 has no algorithm outside of your own filters, you will not automatically be shown fics with the highest stats.

If there's anything super important that I missed, let me know!

[msfantasy-magic]

Potion Roulette

Ominis x Reader x Sebastian

Summary: Sebastian presents his friends with a box of potions to play with.

Warming: Sexual Content, Miniors DNI, Smut, Polyamory, Double pen, a little gay, mention of drug use, p in v, pure filth

“Ta - da!” Sebastian announces placing a large box with random potions, labels peeling and some left undeciphered.

“Merlins beard Seb- what on earth are you trying to show us.” You announced edging away from the box of haphazard potions. Sebastian straightens his back in mock commentary.

“My dear friends- I present to you a little game of potion roulette.” He announces, a large grin spreads across his face.

“Absolutely not.” Ominis declares, leaning back with an unamusement, pressing into his features. “That’s a simply dangerous activity- idiotic really.” Sebastian begins pacing around his apprehensive friends, spewing words of encouragement, twisting his manipulations into the very words.

“Live a little! There is no better pass time then to play potion roulette though the night with my beloved friends in the comfort of the Undercroft were prying eyes are kept at bay.” Ominis continues to sit sternly in his seat, unwavering in his earlier declaration. Sebastian sees a slight hesitation in the girls features. Targeting the poor girl Sebastian sits next to her and leaning in with eagerness shining through his eyes. “Common Y/n, your always keen for adventure and fun - think about retelling the this very story. What’s the worst that could happen?” Sebastian says provoking a lapse in your yielding judgment.

“Perhaps it would be fun Ominis… at least just one round?” You announce softly, unsure if Ominis would want to join in your hooligan activities.

Sebastian sits in knowing thrill. He understands all too well that his best friend requires little to no convincing when it comes from their female companion. As expected Ominis relents to Y/n’s suggestion.

The three grab random bottles, and they all look to each other examining their possible substance.

“Mines pink with some sparkles… maybe it’s a beautification potion?” You speak up looking with a scrutinising eye. Leaning to Ominis you see a bottle with deep purple and thick simmer sifting gently. “Yours is purple with deep shimmers, maybe it’s a calming draught?” You guess before looking over at an excited Sebastian.

“Mines clear… could be… anything really.” He says unsure of what to say. He pops the cork and holds his potion bottle out to cheers before downing the contents.

A sweet taste feels your mouth your eyes turndown half-lidded immediately to a soft gaze. Your body grows warm, almost uncomfortably with the clothes you have on. You begin to pull off your outer robes which brings you little relief, you begin to pull your school tie and vest off, not daring the take anything else off.

A light sheen coats Ominis skin, sweat gathering as his clothes touch at his skin uncomfortably, every thread seemingly scrapping along him. Sebastian leans back in amusement watching his friends slowly undress themselves.

“What in Merlin’s beard are you two doing?” He asks with a smirk adorning his soft lips. His eyes boring into your form making your legs clamp at the sudden wetness pooling between your thighs.

Ominis unbuttons most of his shirt not daring to remove anything else. The poor boy reminding himself that it’s the potion, and that he won’t die if he doesn’t take all of his clothes off. His skin feels wrong, like there is something meant to their, misery sets as Ominis leans his head back in a whine.

You place your hand mistakenly on Ominis thigh, asking if he’s okay. The fire running through his skin only subsiding at your touch. A moan of relief escapes his lips. The blonde seems unaware of the lewd sounds escaping him, as he is too focus on the relief your hand is giving him.

Desire filters through your very being, your core throbbing at the sound. “Does it feel better when I touch you?” You ask, meaning to sound concerned, instead you sound needy, as if begging for him to ask for more.

“Yes, it feels so good. The pain is gone when you do that.” He states, the relief slowly slipping away leaving the dull throb of pain at the lack of stimulation. "Move your hand around please." You did exactly as asked, soothing Ominis touched starved leg.

The cushion next to you dips, turning you see Sebastian leaning in unusually close placing a hand on your forehead before cradling your cheek.

"You feeling okay? You're looking very red." Your eyes dart down to his lips, staring longingly at the soft bow. You wonder how it would feel pressed against your own, or how it would feel nipping at your neck, how would they wrap themselves around your fleshy mounds.

Stuck in your train of thought, you haven't even noticed your caressing hand moving up to Ominis crotch, you had been stroking the hard organ. You started lean into Sebastian's face closing your eyes your lips touching just as Ominis grips your wrist and bucks his hips hard into your hand with a groan.

"I think I had a lust potion, I'm not thinking straight, I need to leave." Ominis announces attempting to stand Sebastian pushes his mate back onto the couch.

"You don't want to leave in this state, it would be unsightly to see a Gaunt acting so precocious." He hoaxes, urging Ominis to seek comfort on the couch. "Y/n and I can take care of your needs, we're friends so it's not weird or anything right?" Sebastian asks. Your mind equally as cloudy as Ominis, you nod in agreement regardless.

"Yeah friends help each other out, do you need help Ominis?" You ask sweetly placing a hand on his chest.

"Friends don't usually help like this." He states somewhat coherent, but whatever little self control he had was quickly fleeting at the feeling of you touching his chest.

"That's true, but what else are you going to do? You can't let people see you like this." Sebastian persuades, Ominis quickly shaking his head with feverish words falling.

"I should take care of this myself." Ominis retorts, sounding like he was convincing himself more than anyone.

"Mate, your hand isn't enough even you haven't had a lust potion. What makes you think you'll satisfy yourself?" The trickster begins to message the blushing blondes shoulders. "I hear you from time to time, trying to swallow your moans for non-other than Y/n herself... she's offering her hand right now. Are you not going to accept it?" It was your turn to blush at this.

How many times have you laid in bed thinking and touching yourself to the thought of Ominis ravishing you? How many times have shoved your fingers into your hole desperately trying to replicate the idea of Sebastians cock? The answer is too many.

"Is that true Ominis? Do you think of me when you touch yourself? I've thought about you sometimes..." You answer vaguely, you feel his heart pounding in his chest. "Truthfully, I think about both of you... I know it's wrong." You begin to lean into Ominis face, cupping his neck and guiding his lips to yours, his lustful face turning a brighter shade of pink. "But your both are just so handsome, how can I not?" You capture his lips feeling his tongue instantly shove itself into his mouth desperately demanding more of yourself.

Sebastian moves behind you, placing open mouthed kisses on your neck, groping and kneading your boobs. He slides his hand down your front grabbing greedily at your box. Your breath hitches at his intoxicating touch, he breaks his hand away to continue undressing your figure.

You slide your hands down Ominis chest down to his pants, unbuttoning them and slowly pulling them down. "Let me take care of you okay?" You say as Ominis assist in pulling his clothes off. "Seb - can you show me what I should do?" You ask innocently. Of course you knew what to do, you just wanted to see Sebastian touching Ominis in places friends typically wouldn't touch.

A grunt sounds from Ominis as Sebastian places his firm hand on his shaft. "How about I'll use my hand and you put that heavenly mouth of yours to work?" Sebastian slows his pumping hand to let you lick his tip, only to wrap your mouth around his member, your tongue slugging back and fourth as your sink your head down.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk" Ominis moans in desperate pleasure. Sebastian is entranced at your action, he forgets to move his hand.

"Wow...Y/n I hope you do that for me..." Sebastian says staring hypnotised at you working your skilful tongue along Ominis cock. You begin to grin at the captivated look in Sebastians eyes, reaching out to palm him through his trousers.

"Sebastian, move your fucking hand up and down. Right. Now." Ominis demands, snapping Sebastian back into the moment as he matches his fisting movements to your mouth.

Ominis squirms under the pleasure of your mouth in combination with Sebastians expert hand movements. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh I'm going to cum, I'm gonna cum. Quick move your mouth!" Ominis warns pushing your head back only for you to push his member deeper right to the back of your throat, which pushes Ominis over the line. Thick hot globs of cum shoots down your throat as you swallow it down quickly. Ominis rest his head back onto the arm rest with the most delicious fucked out look you’ve ever seen. Your mouth detaches from his twitching member.

"My turn." You demand, placing your thighs on either side of Ominis face, he grabs lazily at your hips still muddled from the euphoria. Sinking your hips down quickly onto his tongue. He begins to lick tantalising circless at your swollen pearl.

Sebastian grabs the back of your neck pulling you backwards into his mouth as you continue to ride Ominis face. His tongue becoming all the more ferocious as his sense begin to return, his cock remaining hard throughout the ordeal.

Sebastian pulls away from your lips as you kept disrupting the kiss from moaning at the pleasure being brought between your legs.

Standing at the arm rest, Sebastian pulls his trousers off, grabbing his member in his hand and begins to pump it with such neediness. He was obviously enjoying the sight of his mate performing cunnilingus on you. You roll your body down onto Ominis tongue chasing your high whilst continuing to lock eyes with Sebastian. The scene was just so scandalous, watching Sebastian pleasure himself unapologetically.

He leans in grabbing you by the base of your hair forcing you to look at him as your close at the pleasure.

“Look at me darling, that’s it - just look at me. I want you to look into my eyes as you come undone. I want to be the first to see it.” That’s all you needed to hear. Your hips grind down onto Ominis as Sebastian grips your hair tightly forcing you to look at him. His mouth drops open in a low moan as you sob in pleasure coming undone on his slick tongue. “Oh that’s a good girl.”

Sebastian slides his hands down your legs, wrapping his fingers around the back of your thighs, hoisting you up to pull your legs around his waist the loss of contact causing Ominis whine. “Bring her back.” He yearns earning a soft chuckle from the brunette.

“Do not fret Ominis.” Sebastian teases laying your body on top of Ominis, like your personal pillow. Ominis grinds his member into your bare ass. “Wait your turn mate. I’ve waited mine.” Sebastian pulls your legs apart, grabbing his shaft he slides his tip along your slit and begins to slide into your wet hole. Ominis clutches greedily at your chest and sucks on your neck as your spine arches off of him, hips pressing down onto his crotch whilst Sebastian slams his hips into your dripping cunt. “Fuckkk just looking at you two greedy brats underneath me- ugh.” His hips start to snap in rapid pace, uncivilised and incoherent words spill from your mouth at the unadulterated bliss.

Ominis’ impatience gets the best of him. His veiny shaft swelling in demand to be in a tight hold. The blonde grabs the base of Sebastian’s cock and begins to push it out of you making way for your slit, he shoves his tip in and begins to buck aggressively up into you. A yelp escapes you as you feel a sudden change feeling a longer prick kiss the surface of your cervix. “Mh-sorry, my-sorry.” Ominis pleads pounding harder into you.

“Oi you greedy little slut, I was first!” Sebastian complains pulling you off his dick. Sebastian begins to lean back, laying down away from Ominis, pulling you onto his lap, he pushes your hips back down onto his own cock. “Ride me.” He demands watching your ass bounce off of him.

“Please Sebastian, I need to be in something right now. It hurts.” Ominis pleads pumping his painfully swollen cock.

“Then use me.” Sebastian encourages spreading his knees further. “It won’t hurt me I promise.” You slow your bouncing down opting to encourage the nervous Ominis.

“Do you need help stuffing him sweetie?” You run your fingers in his hair, pulling him into a sweet kiss. You pull away from his mouth opting to spit into your hand, you lower your hand rubbing Sebastian’s ass. “There sweetie.” You pull him back into a kiss as he lines himself up to Sebastian’s ass and begins to spread him apart. Ominis just moans into your mouth at the relieving sensation of the pleasant grip.

You continue to slide your tongue around Ominis mouth watching him snapping his pelvis into his best friend. You resume to grinding onto Sebastian.

The poor guy lays blissfully in a heaping sweaty mess. Too pleasured to utter a single word, instead he resorts to mixing his moans, groans and wails at the feeling of being fucked in every way possible.

Sebastian yearned to continue feeling this, but is balls demanded instant release. His gut tightens in extreme pleasure. “Cumming - cumming.” He says causing you and Ominis to speed up your movements to quickly chase your own highs. Sebastian’s vision blurs seeing stars his head goes light as he unloads the biggest creamiest cumshot of his life into your fluttering hole.

You slam down into his laps for the final brush of his pulsing cock throwing your right over the edge.

Ominis breathes a breathy groan unloading himself for the second time into Sebastian’s ass, his hips slowing to a halt. You pull out Sebastian’s deflating member with a slight whine. Collapsing back first into his chest. “That was- that was - yeah.” You say with a big smile, unable to process simple language. You look down at Ominis hunching over and noticing he’s stroking his cock once again.

“Ugh I need go cum again-" He begs pulling your knees apart.

“Wait.” You beg, you were far to stimulated to keep going. Ominis was too consumed to hear your pleas as he drove his dick right back into your slit.

“Ahh you feel so good.” Ominis moans snapping his harsh hips right back into your tingling one. Sebastian grabs the back of your knees pulling them towards your chest, opening yourself up more as Ominis slams repeatedly into your special spot.

“Fuck- wait!” You scream as the knot in your stomach snaps instantly causing you to squirt. Ominis continues to slam his hips into your own drawing out his undoing for the third time that night.

You all lay lazily on top of one another heaving air back into your lungs after the worlds most intense exercise.

Sense starts to return to you, this was a terrible idea. The friendship was ruined all because you were horny from a love and lust potion.

"That was a wretdream come true." Ominis sighs drawing lines on your belly. "I hope we can do that again." Sebastian reaches around stroking his mates hair, wrapping his free arm around your waist.

"Me too."

______

It was the next morning, and you had spent majority of it sitting in the bath tub, soaking in bubbles to help soothe your aching muscles. You had noticed when dressing that a strong glow adorned your skin.

You walked slowly through the great hall, still aching from the harsh fuck-fest which was last night. You take your usual seat next to Sebastian.

"You're looking radiant today Y/n." Imelda comments with a slight smirk. "It's pretty funny how you two both walk a little funny this morning... and how you happen to have this skin glow today..."

"What ever could you mean?"Sebastian questions, with little effort.

"I'm just saying how interesting it is that Y/n didn't come back to our room until this morning, fresh from the bath tub... rather unusual isn't it?"

"Good morning!" Ominis announces, a chipper smile plastered across his face he too holding a glow.

"No freaking way! Y/n you dirty girl! I didn't know you had it in you!"

[langefisharcade]

Snippet

Butcher smiled at the exhibit. Her long light brown curly hair flows behind her black skull mask wrapped together with spider silk with yellow lenses that leaves the back of her hair flowing. The mask obscures her bluish green eyes. The yellow lenses of her mask are durable, high-end swim goggles tinted to help filter out bright lights, with lenses from an old pair of her glasses sealed inside with silicon. The mask design features dull yellow lenses and sections of armor designed to imitate a bug’s mandibles. She wears a black-and-grey spider silk bodysuit with armor panels made out of insect shells, human bones and exoskeletons augmented with more spider silk. Each had "layers" resembling a pillbug. She wore spider silk crafted gloves with clawed fingertips which inched towards her utility belt. Her tools of choice lay in each patch alongside her material for her more… obscure power.

She knew in her very soul what each item was and what they were for. The data her mind compiled allowed her to identify each item worth her time. She activates the firefly lights to highlight to the Teeth each item she requires along with activating the invisible security. 

She inched her flashlight to the side of the wall. Within minutes, her true power activates within the flashlight. Layers of lights in the form of webs flash into life before the Cape. The rest of the Teeth stare in amazement. She nods and they put her training to work.

She smiled. Within seconds she instinctively danced through each layer like nothing. Unlike the rest of her gang, Butcher somehow obtained the experience to do that before she “trained them.” She gleefully notes, “Nothing like a task of poisonous spider webs to prepare oneself.��� 

While she never did understand how she knew the training method. She gleefully enjoyed how effective it was. 

Flashback

“Just imagine the security lights as these poisonous webs.” The amnesiac pointed out to the group. The webs congested brutally in the path of the Teeth. On each web is a specialized venomous spider with orders to bite if the web is touched. Vex stared at her, “Seriously?””

“Yep. I want each of you to practice till no one is bit. Understand!” The leader of the Teeth ordered.

End Flashback

She looked at the glass. It was supposed to be a jackal-headed golden divine mask made of unknown material that temporarily released a flash of light after being put on, and it was the size of an average adult human skull with pointed ears, a half-discovered nose in the lower part, and a mustache from the level of the nose up down to the level of underbrush on either part, however, the part that covered the wearer's lips, underbrush, cheeks and ears was completely uncovered. It also possessed eyeholes with lines above them that resembled eyebrows, and a third-eye crater on its forehead where an unidentified gemstone that served as its power source was located. Unfortunately, the gem is not there. So the mask retained a more bronze look to it. She smiled thoughtfully, “Hello there, my old friend.”

But no matter, Butcher guessed where it was. She placed her hand on the case. “Do not worry, old boy. I will restore you to full power. Anubis will bless us both.”

By activating Butcher II’s power, she removes the last barrier to her goals. Within seconds she grabbed her prize. “Poor Gustav. He never did know what he had.”

She glanced over to the Teeth. Each managed to obtain the targeted items. She moved over to the Mesopotamian section. With a flick of the wrist she sprayed special Hieroglyphics she knew in her hearts proved true. Fuck Baal. With that, Butcher led her forces out the door and teleported away.

[cutthroatcarnival]

Revered Deity, Unknown Hero (4/10)

Warning for canon-typical violence, blood and injury

Read chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Find it on AO3 here!

In Real Time

“Warriors, Hyrule, patrol the area for any danger.” With that final command, the Chain split off to complete the tasks Time had assigned them.

Hyrule made his way over to where the captain stood and the two of them set out, walking deeper into the forest surrounding their camping spot. Night had yet to fall, but the trees were still dark as the sun brushed the horizon, golden light filtering through the west most trees.

The forest was quiet, eerily so, setting Hyrule on edge as he walked just ahead of the captain. Glancing back, Warriors’ eyes were focused ahead, but his ears were shifting constantly- the silence set him on edge too. Their footsteps were too loud.

“Wars-“ Hyrule quickly cut himself off, head whipping to face the treeline to his left. His ears pricked up as his eyes scanned… There! Not moving his gaze, caught in a staring contest with sets of reptilian eyes, he managed to grasp the captain’s attention, who inhaled sharply at the sight.

One let out a loud cry, and the enemies took the moment to break out of their cover, letting out growls as they jumped and circled around the heroes.

Blocking the first blow, Hyrule managed to roll under the first Lizalfo and hit it with four quick slashes, moving onto the next target as it turned into a puff of purple smoke.

The second one wanted to play some sort of game, as it continuously hopped away from the two heroes, and Hyrule gave chase, delivering a swift stab before the reptile bounded away again. Biting back a groan of annoyance, he raced after it again, ears flattening to his skull to block out the grating call of it. He delivered two more stabs and rolled to the side as the Lizalfo swung, and finished it off with a swipe to the side.

Footsteps came rushing up to him as he got back up to his feet. Warriors steadied him with a hand.

“Any injuries?” The captain shook his head.

“Nothing. And you?”

“Nothing,” Hyrule repeated, “just annoyed.”

Warriors huffed a laugh and pulled out a stained handkerchief, wiping the blood off the blade. When finished, he proceeded to twirl his sword before sheathing it smoothly.

Hyrule snorted and Warriors raised an eyebrow, a playful smile creeping onto his face.

“What’s that for? You don’t like my tricks?” The captain teased, Hyrule snickered and shoved the older playfully. A hand ruffled his hair in retaliation, and he squeaked in turn.

“Let’s finish our patrol. There’s only about half left to cover, give or take.”

The two continued on, the light of the sunset had faded more, blanketing the forest in darkness. It seemed Warriors still had his fire rod on him, as the steady hum and new light announced its activation. Hyrule dug around in his pouches for his own light source, letting out a triumphant ‘aha!’ as his fingers found the candle. Removing it from his pouch allowed the flame to flicker to life, adding some extra light.

While he didn’t necessarily need the extra light- his night vision was the second best in the group- it was an instinct to bring the candle out when it was dark. Which he was glad for when he saw the concerning amount of blood that had darkened Warriors’ upper back area of his tunic.

“You said you weren’t injured!” Warriors whipped around to face him, his look of pure confusion illuminated by the fire rod.

“I’m not?” It sounded more like a question, as his face scrunched up in confusion further. Hyrule stomped over to him and grabbed his non-occupied hand, guiding it to feel the wetness on the back of his shoulder.

Warriors let out a small ‘huh’ as Hyrule ushered him to sit, setting the candle down as the other put his fire rod back. He tugged at the tunic, signaling Warriors to shed his upper layers.

Once the skin was visible, Hyrule froze, hands lit up in teal with wisps of pink. The wound itself wasn’t the issue, no, it was on the small side- and not deep- but that wasn’t what had him up in arms; it was the flesh knitting itself together before his eyes.

At least the blood had stopped, it had been quite some time since their skirmish had finished- and they were reaching their starting point of the patrol- he would’ve been more concerned if it hadn’t. But why didn’t Warriors say anything? Maybe he didn’t feel it, with all the adrenaline from the fight, but it would’ve had to have started bothering him as they walked.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he pushed healing magic at the wound, watching the skin finish weaving together, leaving no trace behind.

“See? If your magic healed it that quickly with no issue, then it wasn’t that big a deal.”

Hyrule nearly shook him. How did…?

“Wars- I…”

The captain tsked as he pulled his chainmail and tunics back on. He probably thought Hyrule was going to deny being of any help.

“Thanks, ‘Rule. Let’s head back to camp, yeah?”

Warriors pushed himself off the ground and offered a hand to Hyrule, who took it even while in his slight daze. The fire rod was back and illuminating the forest around them. Hyrule scooped up his candle and followed Warriors back to the camp.

He was no medical professional, but he was pretty sure that flesh wasn’t supposed to do that.

[girltakovic]

how to remove the live tab (and other annoying marketing ploys) from the desktop tab menu using ublock origin

i'm not good at html, so there's probably an infinitely easier way to do this, but here's what i did if anyone finds it useful!

note: i'm using ublock origin and firefox, so if you're using a different browser or adblock program, your process may look slightly different, but the html stuff should be the same!

step 1: right-click on the tab you want to remove, and select "block element..." from the drop-down menu.

this will open a dialogue box on the lower-right corner of your screen, which looks like this:

[image id: a dialogue box for ublock origin. the top half of the box contains a white text field with black text, with a menu of buttons underneath: a grey button reading "preview," a blue one reading "create," a grey one reading "pick," and another grey button reading "quit." below this is a light-grey menu labelled "cosmetic filters," which contains several line html line items notated with hashtags. end id]

right now, there will probably be red boxes around both the live tab and other tabs on the side menu, like the home and inbox tabs and other things you probably want to keep.

[image id: the tumblr sidebar menu. the menu is dimmed, with a slightly darkened background and text. red borders exist around the home, explore, live, inbox, settings, get a domain, and go ad-free tabs. end id]

if you click "create" on the ublock window right now, this will remove all tabs that have that red box around them, so don't click "create" just yet.

step 2: select the "pick" tool from the ublock window, and click on the live tab.

[image id: the same ublock dialogue box from before. this time, the grey "pick" button has a red circle around it. end id]

step 3: once you've got the live tab selected, in the "cosmetic filters" menu, scroll until you find a line of text that contains the words "nth-of-type" and click that.

it'll be preceded by hashtags and will have a number in parentheses after the "nth-of-type" section. when you hover over this line of code in the menu, the live tab should be the only one with a red box around it. looks like this:

[image id: the "cosmetic filters" section of the ublock box. several items are listed, but one of them is highlighted in a slightly darker shade of grey. this highlighted section contains the words "nth-of-type(4)." end id]

[image id: the tumblr dashboard with the ublock box open. the cosmetic filter containing the "nth-of-type" string is highlighted, and the live tab in the sidebar is contained in a red box. no other tabs have red boxes this time. a draft of this post is visible in the background. end id]

step 4: click "create."

this should remove the live tab from the menu. if you do what i did the first time and click the text and not the actual button, there will still be an empty space where the tab used to be, which will link you to the live landing page. to remove that, follow steps 1-4 again, this time selecting the empty space where the live tab used to be (it'll still highlight like a button would when you're using the pick tool).

here is what selecting the text vs. the button looks like:

[image id: the "go ad-free" button on the tumblr sidebar menu. the text "go ad-free" is contained in a red box, but the sparkle icon beside it is not. end id]

[image id: the "go ad-free" button again. this time, both the text and the sparkle icon are contained within the red box; there is also a wider margin of space around the text. end id]

i did this for the live, explore, tumblrmart, domain, and ad-free tabs, and now my sidebar looks like this:

[image id: tumblr user batemanofficial's sidebar menu. the home, activity, messages, inbox, and account tabs are visible. the account drop-down menu is open, and batemanofficial's url and icon are visible at the bottom of the menu. end id]

like i said, there's probably an easier, more efficient way to do this, but this solution (if done with ublock) will stay in place even if you refresh the page.

anyway that's the tutorial, please lmk if anybody has any suggestions for improvement lol!

[dk-wren]

Buddy Daddies Week - Fic

Today, Jan. 7th, and the 7th day of my celebration week, marks the one year anniversary of Buddy Daddies episode 1's premiere!

To celebrate, I wrote a fluff fic for this family. In writing this, I learned that writing angst is where I generally feel more comfortable or tend to veers towards. However, since this is a happy occasion, I wanted to attempt my first fully fluff fic for Kazuki, Rei, and Miri. Attempt is the key word because a little angst still managed to slip its way into this fic, so I apologize. I hope you enjoy it!

And before I also add the fic on this post, I just want to express my gratitude and appreciation to everyone who has been following along all this week! It means so much to me that you are spending your time interacting with/reading my posts. I'm so happy there are people still active in the fandom and enjoying my chaos. Thank you again from the bottom of my heart!

And happy anniversary Buddy Daddies!

-Dakota Wren

     A hand on top of his head, gently running through his hair, pulls Rei out of his sleep. Unlike previous times when in a similar situation, where he’d come back to consciousness with a hand gripping his hair, perhaps jerking him around, Rei knows he is safe.

     The sun filtering through the windows and the sound of his partner’s voice, slowly wake Rei up. He can rest easily now that he survived the night, or rather, they survived the night, and are watching the sun rise on a new day, one that’ll mark the start of the next chapter of their lives.

     “Morning,” Kazuki whispers as he continues carding his hand through Rei’s hair. A mumbled “morning” comes out as Rei’s response.

     A faint laugh causes Rei to finally open his eyes and look up at the man he is currently laying on top of, in hopes of catching even a glimpse of the smile that always manages to warm his heart. And from Kazuki’s point of view, when Rei finally turns his attention to him, Rei is wearing a dopey grin he probably isn’t even aware of since the sleepiness was still wearing off. That draws out another laugh from Kazuki, widening Rei’s smile even more.

     “I can’t believe this is the same man that managed to take on the great Suwa organization, who chose to face the Boss by himself,” Kazuki thinks out loud. Rei looks back down, and to a stranger, the way his lips pursed together would make it seem as if his smile had completely vanished from his face. For Kazuki though, he knows Rei’s smile has just evolved to the one he wears whenever Kazuki compliments or praises him. “But, I can believe this is the same man who pinky promised his daughter he would be at her Christmas concert, and wanted to dress up as Santa for her, and ate five sugar cookies to keep up with her-”

     “I get it, Kazuki,” Rei interrupts, this time out of embarrassment rather than annoyance. 

     “And they weren’t small ones either,” Kazuki reminds him, causing them to share a laugh.

     They look at each other for the next few moments, each probably with a hundred thoughts running through their head: how lucky they are to have the other, that they really stood up to the organization and (hopefully) removed themselves from that world, what their second chance for a family would look like, and where they would go from here? After the events of the past couple weeks, the previous night was the first time Rei had slept so soundly. Perhaps it was due to his exhaustion from the day’s events, after all making french toast, storming a mansion, and making it to your child’s recital on time took a lot of energy. But, Rei knew it was likely due to sleeping in an actual bed, and sharing it with the man he loved, and was eager to spend the rest of his life with.

     Since it was on the later side by the time they returned home from Miri’s Christmas concert and party, Kazuki and Rei split the evening routine in half as they helped Miri get ready for bed. She was practically asleep brushing her teeth, so Kazuki had to take over to make sure all the sugar was cleaned off. Even though Kazuki helped Miri with this task, Rei fondly watched both of their reflections in the mirror from the doorframe. And after they finished, Kazuki picked Miri up and carefully handed her to Rei, who would be the papa to tuck her into bed that night. Kazuki made sure of that after everything Rei went through that day.

     “Night, Miri,” Kazuki said as he kissed her cheek, causing her to mumble something that they assumed was meant to be “Good night” while relaxing further into her Papa Rei. Bringing his gaze back to the man currently holding their daughter, Kazuki then asked Rei, “Hey, if you’re not too tired after putting her to bed, let’s talk in my room.”

     “Okay,” Rei replied as they separated. Kazuki entered his room to clean himself up and change into something more comfortable (and less bloody) while Rei took Miri into her room, first placing the now sleeping girl on her bed, then tucking her in before going around her room to pick up her favorite stuffed animals and a book for her bedtime story. About half way through, Rei picked up on the faintest snore. Deciding to instead let Miri be and leave then, he gave Miri his good night kiss and quietly exited her room. As he reentered the second floor hallway, Rei could hear the shower running in Kazuki’s bathroom. Considering he wasn’t in that much of a better state than Kazuki, Rei decided to use the other bathroom to clean himself up and also get ready for a much deserved rest before talking with Kazuki.

     On their way to the Christmas party, Rei cleaned and dressed his arm to the best of his ability while Kazuki drove, hoping that Kazuki’s focus on the road would prevent him from seeing the extent of the damage. Staring into his bathroom mirror, Rei undid the bandage and examined what kind of a state the wound was in. He grimaced as he brought a warm towel to clean off the blood that dried itself around the wound. Reconsidering his next steps, Rei grabbed a painkiller before continuing on with his nightly routine. When it came time to redress the wound, Rei tried to do it as gently as Kazuki would. In the time they had spent working together, if either of them were injured during a mission, Kazuki or Rei would help the other out in dressing them. Rei learned very quickly that a wound could be dealt with and properly cleaned with gentleness once Kazuki began helping him. Efficiency didn’t mean fast and rough, as Rei had done when by himself. However, Rei didn’t feel ready quite yet to show Kazuki the extent of the damage, even if he suspects that will be something they discuss soon. Cleaning up his supplies and dirty clothes, Rei readied himself for whatever talk Kazuki had in mind and headed out of his room.

     Rei knocked lightly on Kazuki’s door, waiting for Kazuki to respond before entering. A soft, “come in,” was heard and Rei walked into Kazuki’s room, who he found sitting on the edge of his bed as he finished wrapping his own wound. Looking up, Kazuki said, “I’m almost finished. Here, let me move this and you can come sit here,” patting the spot next to him on the bed.

     Rei quietly nodded his head and made his way to Kazuki’s side. His wound didn’t look too bad, but still, Rei couldn’t stop himself, “You know, I could’ve taken care of that. Or helped you.”

     A look passed over Kazuki’s face, one mixed with hesitancy but also trust. “I know, Rei. Thank you.”

     Rei shrugged in response, which Kazuki interpreted as his way of saying “no problem.” Slowly moving his gaze up Rei’s arm, Kazuki noticed a bandage peeking out just below the sleeve of Rei’s t-shirt. Turning his attention forward again, Kazuki continued on, “Same goes for you. You already had to deal with your arm once by yourself in the car. It’s only fair I help you out too since you helped me back at the mansion with this,” gesturing to where his leg wound was.

     Rei stayed silent for a few seconds, a neutral expression on his face. Kazuki wasn’t sure how to proceed until Rei broke the silence, “I know, Kazuki. Just didn’t think you needed to see it tonight. It would have kinda ruined how nice the rest of the night was.”

     “I highly doubt that, but if you insist. Please, let me at least look at it sometime soon, as in tomorrow. You’re not alone anymore, Rei, so you don’t need to suffer alone either.” 

     Kazuki shifted his body so that he was facing Rei, taking Rei’s hands in his own. Rei looked at Kazuki, his attention slowly rising from where their hands held each other up to his partner’s warm gaze. “Look, after everything that happened today, I just thought we should talk a little bit about it and what to do next. A longer conversation will probably be necessary to really go over everything, and to figure out what we’re gonna tell Miri. I just thought it might be good to at least start getting everything out in the open tonight.”

     Rei nods his head in agreement, followed by a long yawn. Kazuki could tell that Rei was mere minutes from falling asleep, and even though Kazuki knew Rei could force himself to stay awake, Kazuki didn’t think it was necessary. Truthfully, Kazuki knew this conversation could absolutely wait until the morning, he just wanted to invite Rei to his room on the off chance he didn’t want to be alone that night. Giving it a shot, Kazuki decided to just ask Rei. “Screw it, it’s late, we both had long days, let’s call it a night.” Pulling the covers up, Kazuki slid into bed, looking at Rei, who was also looking back at him from where he remained at the edge of Kazuki’s bed. As he settled the covers and blankets back on top of himself, Kazuki pulled up the blankets for the other side of the bed, telling Rei, “Spot’s yours if you want. No pressure though.”

     While Kazuki had really only wanted Rei to know he had a spot in his room, especially if it meant Rei wouldn’t sleep in their tub, Kazuki hadn’t expected Rei to get under the blankets so willingly, then slowly move himself towards Kazuki. Reaching to turn off his bedside lamp, when Kazuki rolled back over Rei was laying closer to Kazuki than they ever had before. After making quick eye contact, both felt a surge of embarrassment run through them as they both realized how close they were (and without Miri as any sort of buffer). Rei broke away and closed the remaining distance between them, resting his head now on Kazuki’s chest. Holding his breath to the count of ten for Kazuki to say anything, but no objections being said, Rei quietly told Kazuki, “Good night.” Rei felt a hand rest on his waist as he heard Kazuki return a “Sleep well, Rei.” 

     Realizing neither had moved from the position they fell asleep in, Rei also realizes he probably was pressed against Kazuki’s side the whole night. Wanting to check in with him, Rei asks, “How’s your leg?”

     Brushing it off, Kazuki responds, “Oh, it’s fine. Still hurts like hell, but I think it stopped bleeding. Just lucky we got the bullet out almost right away. And based on what you said, we’re lucky it didn’t hit anything too important.”

     “Yep. You might limp for a bit, but in time, it’ll be back to normal again.” Kazuki notices that Rei’s smile never falters, concluding that Rei is telling the truth, or at the least, they have nothing major to worry about in terms of Kazuki’s injury.

     “How’s your arm?” Kazuki inquires, thinking he should be the one to ask since Rei took a (self-inflicted as clarified last night) bullet to the arm.

     For the first time this morning, Rei’s smile truly falls. Kazuki starts to feel bad, but he is also concerned for him and needs to know. “I still can’t feel much…or really move my fingers.”

     “Oh Rei…”

     “It’s fine though. I’d gladly do it again if it means I get to spend the rest of my life with you and Miri,” Rei emphasizes by putting his smile back on, one that Kazuki can tell while a little pained, is genuine.

     “Well, hopefully, you’ll never have to.”

     Kazuki isn’t sure if Rei would feel it, but he grabs Rei’s injured arm and brings it up to kiss the top of his hand. After Kazuki releases Rei’s hand, he stares at the spot Kazuki kissed for a few moments while Kazuki looks fondly down at his partner. Rei interrupts their blissful silence, apologizing, “Sorry I won’t be able to help out as much around the apartment anymore. Bad timing I guess, you know, just as I was starting to get the hang of some things. Give me time though and maybe I’ll be able to use my arm again…or I’ll be able to figure out how to do stuff one-handed.”

     “Rei, you don’t need to worry about that right now. For as much as I nagged you about it before, believe me, that is not my top priority now.” Taking in a sigh, Kazuki continues, “For now, we should be worrying about what we’re gonna do with Miri over the next few days. It's almost Christmas and I have no idea what we’re going to do for the festive season.”

     “I’m sorry I can’t be of much help with that either.”

     “Hey,” Kazuki says while lightly poking Rei’s forehead, “stop apologizing. Neither of us really grew up experiencing a traditional Christmas and we typically had missions on Christmas or Christmas Eve, so neither of us get to feel sorry.”

     “Alright, if you say so. Um…did…did you wanna talk now about whatever was on your mind last night?”

     “Huh? Oh, no, we can deal with that later. Since it’ll kinda be the first time for both of us, I think we should focus on enjoying Christmas and making Miri happy. Is that okay with you?”

     “Perfect.”

     Rei snuggles back into Kazuki, planning to stay right there for as long as possible, or until Kazuki gets up, or they’re called by Miri. Luckily for Rei, Kazuki relaxes back into his pillow, clearly considering falling back to sleep again. In such a state of peace and bliss, Rei is starting to doze off again, when Kazuki shakes his shoulder the slightest bit, telling him “I think our little girl is up. Pretty sure I just heard her walking around outside.”

     And sure enough, Kazuki and Rei hear the jangling of the doorknob, and the slight creak of the door, as Miri pokes her head into Kazuki’s room. “Papa Kazuki, are you up yet?” she asks. Peeking her head in slightly further, a giant smile breaks across her face. “Papa Rei, you’re here too?”

     “Good morning, Miri.” 

     “Morning.”

     Seeing her two papas already snuggled in bed, Miri doesn’t need another invitation as she approaches the foot of Kazuki’s bed, pulling herself up onto it. As Miri makes her way to her papas, Rei pulls himself off of Kazuki and rolls to the side, leaving the spot where he was now open for Miri to crawl into. Plopping down in between her papas, Kazuki gives Miri a big, slightly over the top kiss on one cheek, which Rei follows by a soft kiss on her other one. Giggling at the show of affection, Miri settles herself while Kazuki brings up his blanket so now their whole family is under it.

     “Say, Miri, Rei and I don’t really have any Christmas traditions. And we were so busy with…work…in the past, we never really got to do anything fun this time of year. Did you and your mama have any traditions or do anything special this time of year? We’d love to do something in the holiday spirit with you, but we just don’t know where to start.”

     “Hmmm.” Miri looked deep in concentration, her brow furrowing as she replayed memories of Christmases past. “Mama and I would usually walk around and look at the lights.”

     “That sounds fun. We could do that tonight! How does that sound, Miri?”

     “Really?” Miri says in disbelief.

     “Sure, why not? Right, Rei?”

     “Mmm, sounds fun.”

     “Everything’s so pretty! And so bright! There’s red lights and green lights and blue lights and yellow lights and purple lights and some are on a string and others are in shapes. Mama and I saw one that looked like a snowman and a reindeer last year!”

     “That sure does sound exciting. Is there anything you two would do during the day?” Kazuki continues on.

     “Well, we usually decorated our tree. Sometimes she’d make cookies. And if it snowed, we’d play for hours in it!”

     “I mean, we’re gonna have a white Christmas, so we can definitely play in the snow today.” 

     “Miri, what kind of cookies did you make?” Rei asks.

     “Sugar cookies, and then we’d decorate them together!” Miri excitedly says, likely remembering a fond memory of her time spent with Misaki during a previous Christmas.

     “Kazuki, can we do that?”

     “I don’t see why not? I’ll have to find a quick cookie recipe, but I should have all the ingredients.”

     “Even for the frosting?”

     “Yes, Rei, even for the frosting. I’m not sure about sprinkles though. If I do, they’re probably not Christmas ones.”

     “Mama and I would use icing to decorate too!”

     “We can do that then,” Kazuki laughs. “Miri, Rei, I think we got our day planned out for us then. I’ll go make breakfast, and then afterwards, we can all play in the snow. You two can keep playing while I prep the cookies. Probably after lunch then you could decorate them, unless you want to help make the batter? Which then I guess you can come in early from playing in the snow or we can wait to start the cookies until after lunch. And tonight, we’ll go around town looking at all the pretty lights.”

     “Yay!” Miri exclaims. Funnily enough, her energy level quickly drops, as she starts snuggling next to Rei, on the verge of falling back to sleep.

     “I guess we can sleep in today too,” Kazuki adds after noticing Miri. “You keep her company, I’ll go make breakfast in like…thirty minutes?”

     Leaning over Miri, Rei slowly moves his head towards Kazuki until their foreheads are pressed against each other. Rei softly whispers, truly for Kazuki’s ears to hear only, “Is this really happening?”

     “It is.”

     "We’re really gonna do all that today?”

     “Yes, Rei. You, of all people, deserve to know what it’s like to celebrate Christmas and to celebrate it with the ones you love. And hopefully, we’ll be doing all these things together, maybe even adding some new things in the future, for many years to come.”

     Tilting his gaze up slightly to get a better view of Kazuki, Rei responds, “I’d like that.”

     “Me too.”

     “As long as I have you and Miri, I don’t care what we do or how we celebrate.”

     They smile at each other, nothing but warmth in both of their gazes. Rei then looks down at their now, fully sleeping daughter, not remembering a single time he’d been happier or more at peace. Kazuki takes in the sight before him: his daughter lazily lying between himself and Rei, Rei tenderly looking down at her.

     “Yeah, I wouldn’t have this any other way,” both Kazuki and Rei think to themselves.

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the filter bubble

in the current political moment, i am absolutely horrified. i have been living in a filter bubble, and it has recently been popped. a "filter bubble" refers to the phenomenon where we are separated from views and ideologies that disagree with us in online space, and as a result we live in bubbles that filter out any viewpoints that don't comport with what we believe (or really what we engage with online) and are surrounded by those who agree with our culture and ideology. as it pertains to me life, i am a multiracial, neuroqueer, trans femme. i have been residing in the bubble of academia for the last five years. i have been living in NYC that whole time. i don't know a single person who openly supports Trump. and i also remove myself intentionally from anyone who doesn't support an affirming environment for me because life is hard enough without that crap. so, on top of social media giving me only one version of reality, i also construct my life to be as queer friendly as possible.

occasionally, i have arguments with people. my partner's parents are a good example. they don't get the trans people, and they don't really get queer, either. for them, the primary goals in life are success and fitting in. for me, my primary goal is driven very heavily by a hunger for learning and pleasure activism. within that, i set out to queer everything i do to try to locate myself in tangible reality and create something that feels meaningful in a world that is currently trying to legislate me out of existence (hence the lowercase writing). my partner's parents refuse to acknowledge a third gender of any kind, and they have told my partner they won't be using "they/them" pronouns ever for any reason and insist on holding onto their idea of who my partner is based on their upbringing and the things that have been assigned and ascribed to them. their parents also misgender me. we've had several conversations about it. they're "working on it." my partner is resigned to ever feeling seen by them. before the election, we all talked at length about their parents' issues with the economy and the democratic party and how they are ignoring the working class. they still seemed to vote for Kamala, but they sure sounded like Trump voters to me. they live in Buffalo. things are a bit more simplified in their lives, and they are quite a bit older.

recently, i came across Bill Maher on Pod Save America, talking with Jon Lovett. to my surprise, the half of the argument against the democrats that i haven't heard is that instead of the economy, their focus is entirely on virtue signaling and identity politics. Bill explained that they'd changed, not him, and that he's still a democrat, but they've gone far too left and radical. i'd heard that sorta, but only as rhetoric and nonsense - not from other democrats. since then, i've looked a bit more into it, and it turns out that we seem to be having a kind of resurgence of backlash against political correctness. apparently, a significant portion of the country on both sides believe that the dems have gone too far and that their language should not be changed just because trans people want basic respect. those people are actually on board, it seems, with the "revolution of common sense" that the Trump and co are raining down on us. and for me, i am beginning to question everything. it makes me so incredibly sad. and i can see how digital media has been constructed to create a sense of false agreement community and sow divide.

[rightcliq-concept]

How to Extend the Life of Your Washing Machine

Rita, a busy mom of two children, was busy doing the laundry as usual, and suddenly her washing machine made noise like – Ghrrr, and stopped spinning. She got a bit frightened after seeing all this but later on, she started to search online for washing machine repair. Does this sound like you? Statista says 42% of washing machine owners need repairs within 5 years. To help your washing machine last longer than it normally would, here are a few easy methods you can use. In this enjoyable and uncomplicated blog post, we will demonstrate to you the way to take good care of your washing machine for a long time.

When does a washing machine need repairs?

Avoiding the waste of both time and money is possible if you know what signs tell you that your washing machine needs to be fixed. Apart from repair, the most common consideration is 

Bizarre sounds

Excessive shaking

Failure to rotate or drain properly

Do you hear unusual sounds from the washer? It usually indicates a problem. If clothes feel too wet or error codes flash, get help. For extended cycles or no water, it's time to consult someone.

Some issues, like dirty filters, are fixable with maintenance; others, like burning smells or electrical faults, need professional help. If repairs cost less than half of a new washer, we tend to search for washing machine repair service near me.

Know the Washing Machine Lifespan at a glance:

Based on the average lifespan of all washing machines, most of them can last from 10 to 13 years. However, these figures may vary brand-wise. You don’t need to worry about how long my new machines will last.

Things to remember are, the operational period of these machines as you search for a washing machine. If your washing machine fails before the anticipated time, there are online washing machine repair services available. 

Comparison of Washer Lifespan by Brand

A long-lasting washing machine is what people desire. No one wants to throw money away on a quickly ruined item. If you are concerned about a possibility of mishandling or controlling your washing machine securely, you can quickly find out Rightcliq washing machine repair service near me online.

We will help you with the lifespan of popular washer brands that are more efficient and powerful. The below tables will ease your selection.

Brand

Expected Lifespan

Build Quality

Warranty

Customer Reviews

LG

10-15 years

Premium (Durable & Stylish)

2 to 10 years (depending on model)

4.5/5 (Highly rated for performance and durability)

Samsung

10-12 years

High-quality (Modern Features)

2 to 10 years (depending on model)

4.4/5 (Known for advanced features and efficiency)

Whirlpool

10-14 years

Sturdy (Reliable & Efficient)

2 to 5 years

4.3/5 (Strong reputation for customer satisfaction)

Bosch

12-15 years

Robust (German engineering)

2 to 10 years (depending on model)

4.6/5 (Top-rated for reliability and quiet operation)

A Guide to Making Your Washer Last Longer, Step by Step:

Below are some common things you can do to keep your washing machine going for a long time;

- Do Cleaning Regularly: To avoid mold growth, clean the drum, detergent drawer and door seals frequently. Perform a cleaning cycle on the washer at least once per month.

- Choose Proper Detergents: Always select the right type of soap that suits your washing machine. Too much soap may lead to build-up of residue that might cause appliance failure.

- Do not overload: It can damage motor and reduce its efficiency as well. Therefore, it is recommended following manufacturer’s manual on load sizes.

- Keep Door Open after Use: Let some air in by leaving the door opens after you have finished with the equipment so as to remove odor or dampness from inside.

- Check Your Hoses Regularly: Regularly check your hoses for any leaks or wear-outs. They should be replaced as soon as they crack because this will lead to water destructions and system malfunctions.

Those are simple activities which you need to perform on yourself and in no time your washer will start operating like new again.

Signs that say you need to replace your washing machine now:

If your washer often breaks down, you need to buy a new one. The following signs will help you decide if it is time for a replacement:

Sign

Description

1. Washer is Making Unusual Noises

Grinding, thumping, or squealing sounds may indicate serious internal issues.

2. Excessive Vibration

If the washer shakes violently, it may be a sign of worn-out parts or an unbalanced drum.

3. Water Leaks

Leaks under the washer can signal a broken hose or seal that might not be repairable.

4. Inconsistent Cleaning

Clothes come out dirty, or the washer leaves detergent residue, indicating it's losing efficiency.

5. Foul Odours

Lingering smells may point to mould or mildew buildup that’s hard to eliminate.

6. Washer Won’t Start

A washer that doesn’t power up could have electrical issues or a broken motor.

7. Rust and Corrosion

Visible rust on the body or drum suggests the washer is deteriorating.

8. Increased Energy Bills

A rise in your energy bills can mean the washer is no longer energy efficient.

9. Age of the Washer

A washer older than 10-12 years may lack modern features and efficiency, making replacement more practical.

From the Desk of RightCliq:

Since 2021, RightCliq has been a prominent name in the field of washing machine repairs in Bangalore. Their skilled washing machine repair technicians duly trained, guarantees the highest quality of service. Scheduling tasks via their user-friendly interface has never been easier thanks to its user-friendly nature. 

RightCliq believes in prices that are straightforward and relatively lower than what the market can offer without compromising the quality of products purchased unlike others who go after lower prices but with cheap quality merchandise, hence the absence of overhead charges. Additionally, all products sold are originals. 

Last but not least, there is nothing more important to them than their customers' happiness, and this is confirmed by a 90 days warranty of service. With RightCliq, you can be sure that your appliance will continue to function properly and that you will have peace of mind.

Resource: https://rightcliqservices.wordpress.com/2025/01/12/how-to-extend-the-life-of-your-washing-machine/

[cloudsandcarousels]

notes on social media apps and sameness

tumblr somehow has kept its charm and uniqueness over the years in comparison to platforms like instagram, facebook, or tiktok. somehow it still feels like The Old Internet, even though it has changed some, incorporated new features over the years, and added more sponsored ads than I remember seeing back in the day - somehow it remains this Old Relic of the way things used to be online.

change is good, don't get me wrong. we don't want to stay locked in the past, in the Dark Ages. but some changes that have been made across different social media platforms has led to every app feeling ~THE SAME~ and stripped them of their charm and whimsy.

instagram was once the go-to photo app. anyone and everyone shared photos of everything - avocado toast and latte art, silly moments with friends, a sunset, a mirror selfie, uggs or vans or whatever shoes were popular at the time, really anything that captured someones fancy... all with the craziest instagram / snapchat filters you could find. it was silly but charming.

twitter was once the go-to word app. it was way more word-heavy than any other medium. back then twitter didn't allow long character counts per post, so all the tweets were short - and if you had a long train of thought, you had to create a whole thread of tweets. it was all words, words, words - some half-baked thoughts, simple sentiments, funny jokes, or meaningful quotes. but it was always words.

now every app is just like the next one. meta stole "stories" from snapchat and added stories to instagram and facebook. they also saw how well short-form video was doing on tiktok and decided to create reels. heck, they even stole the whole word-based idea from twitter and created threads. meta might be the worst of them all, but I digress. tiktok was toying with the idea of adding a "text-based" platform to their app (like twitter or threads). twitter has become X and includes all sorts of media like video, photo, audio.

it's just this never-ending loop of copying one another.

where is the originality? where is the charm and whimsy and wonder that once existed on the internet?

I'm searching for it... and I think I've found it again here on tumblr. I left this platform years ago and opted for the more popular, mainstream apps like instagram, twitter, and tiktok. but I recently had a change of heart, removed tiktok and twitter from my phone, and I'm keeping my instagram usage to a minimum. I just needed a break from the Soul-Sucking Energy I get from those apps. but I don't feel that way here. tumblr still feels like a cool place to be and a safe haven to rest.

I guess I don't have a moral to this story here.. I just love this platform and I'm excited to be more active here again.

[lowkeycasanova]

swole mouth

plot: luffy gets his wisdom teeth removed

luffy x reader modern au?

just him being all soft while he's high on drugs

word count: 1k

Luffy, normally confident and carefree, was a mess in the days leading up to his appointment. You had to physically pull him out of bed this morning and he mumbled and grumbled about how he didn't wanna go. You coaxed him with the idea of getting food on the way. And he was dumb enough to believe you until you pulled right up to the dental office.

He was mad as hell.

He crossed his arms and wouldn't even look at you while you two sat on the chairs in the waiting room. It was quiet in there. Soft music playing overhead and the only other person there was an older woman a few feet away reading a magazine.

You turned your attention to Luffy. "Hey. This is for your own good. If you don't get them removed, it'll cause pain and your other teeth will get pushed around."

His scowl persisted.

The receptionist called his name and again, you had to drag him. You were met with the dental assistant, a friendly guy in crisp blue scrubs, attemping to ease Luffy's nerves with a reassuring smile.

It wasn’t that Luffy was afraid of the pain. His concern was the drug, nitrous oxide.

‘Laughing gas’, as it was called.

His mind is already loose and he says things with no filter. The thought of speaking nonsense without having control of it was embarassing.

Before going to the room down the hallway, Luffy gives you one last look.

"Don't be mad at me if I say something inappropriate."

**

"Y/N!!!" you hear from your seat mixed with the sound of giggles.

oh boy.

There he is. Barely able to stand on his own two feet while the dentist holds up the majority of his body weight. His arm thrown over the man's shoulder. You stand up and make your way over, biting back a smile at Luffy's giggling.

"Hiiiiii."

He picks up his head, that dopey grin stretched across his swollen cheeks.

"Hey," you laugh. "We gotta get you in the car."

"Okie dokie." he picks up his feet, lazily shuffling them across the floor.

Trying to get him into the car was harder than you thought. It's a mix of limp arms and legs, whining, and he nearly bumped his head. You and the dentist are both out of breath my the time he's situated in the passenger seat.

"Can I drive?"

"No."

Another pout and whine.

You close the door and turn back to the dentist, who gives you a rundown on how the procedure went and hands you a pamphlet on the aftercare and follow up appointment.

"You left me with a handful." you smile.

He laughs. "Luffy's gonna be okay. He'll probably fall asleep and wake up completely fine. Let me know if there's anything that seems abnormal."

You nod and tell him goodbye.

Once you get in the car, Luffy seems out of it. He's leaning his head against the window, staring off into space.

You pat his leg. "Let's get you home."

Getting his attention, he turns to face you. "You're gonna take care of me?" he mumbled. You see the gauze squished in his mouth. It's stained with red near the back, controlling the active bleeding.

You tried not to laugh but you couldn't help but have an adorable smirk tugging at your lips at his expression. As if he really appreciated you being there with him.

**

He nodded off to sleep in the car, only for you to arouse him up when you got back home. He blinks his eyes a few times, all disoriented. You finally get him inside the house and sit him down on the couch.

He slumps into the cushions, eyes half-lidded as you gently remove his shoes.

His eyes suddenly become wide and he reaches up to touch his face. "My wips. I can't feel my wips! They're...they're gone!"

His lips. Still numb from the procedure.

He's franctically touching his face where he knows his lips should be. You stop him because he shouldn't be touching his mouth at all.

"Luffy stop! Your lips aren't gone. They're right here." You use your fingers to gently tug on them.

He goes cross eyed attempting to look.

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Yup." you say, then patting his cheek in reassurance.

He copies your action. Patting his right cheek, then his left.

Right.

Left.

Then both at the same time over and over again.

"Hehehehe." he giggles. "It's like a balloon."

"You're right." you chuckled at his antics. "I'll bring you a blanket to make you more comfortable."

You turn from him, going around to the hall closet, pulling a cozy blanket out. With it in your hands, you make your way back over to where he was sitting to find him gone.

Not surprising.

He wouldn’t be able to sit still sober.

There's the sound of whimpering coming from the bathroom around the corner. You follow the sound to find him standing in front of the mirror. He's staring at his relfection, gauze out, mouth agape, and tears about to well up in his eyes.

"My teeth...the dentist...he...he...s-stole them!"

"Luffy, he did not steal them." You breathed in an attempt to not laugh. "He took them out because they were going to cause problems. And you have to keep to gauze in." you tell him, pinching the white material and helping it back into the corners of his mouth.

"But-" he mumbles, convinced he's been robbed and you guide him back to the couch. He gives you a look of confusion, his numbness preventing him from arguing any further. You take a moment to admire his goofy expression before focusing on the task at hand.

"Alright, I'll be back. Don't go anywhere." you tease. Turning back on your heel, you add, “And don’t pull that gauze out again.”

“So hostile.” he mumbled.

Heading to the kitchen, you start to find what soft foods he can have since he can'y have anything solid for a while. Deciding on ice cream, you prepare it in a bowl and return to him.

He's sprawled out underneath the blanket you gave him, eyes closed and a soft snore coming from his mouth. The anesthesia has clearly taken its toll. You smile to yourself and decide not to disturb his much needed sleep.

[hearts4namra]

angst/comfort. idk why the end is spaced out like that but i cant fix it soo.. also this is an extremeeely old draft so im sorry if its bad :’)

"shit.." you caved onto one knee, blood pooling onto the ground from the cracks between the knife wound. you thought he had died, but earth 2’s yoru managed to lodge his whole knife straight through your ankle, the sharp end coming out the other side. your brain buzzed as you could barely feel the pain through all the adrenaline. you noticed yourself moving slower, dragging your now useless leg on the ground. there was two of jett's knives lodged in your shoulder, who was put down by you before she could retrieve them. along with an upsetting array of bullet wounds in different parts.

you leaned forward behind some cover and propped yourself against it. safe enough away from the site to not be hit by the spike, or be found by any copies. you tucked yourself into the corner of a showers and waited. pulling one leg to your chest since the other hurt too bad.

"(name), i can't see your location on site. where are you?" you moved slowly and sluggishly, putting a finger to your earpiece to activate the system. "i'm down a-site. just a stab wound, needed to stop and keep pressure on it." you lied through your teeth, holding your bloody side as you sucked a breath through your teeth. "i'll be on my way when this is taken care of, y/n." cypher assured, as sage volunteered to follow after him during clean up. you weakly smiled and waited patiently for your friends. barely keeping it together as your friends carried. you sleepily laid your head against the wall, half lidded eyes so tired but still fighting to stay open. in the distance you could vaguely hear the spike go off, as well as the click of a camera. you smiled 'cypher's cam must be here.'

aamir, true to his word left as soon as the mission ended for a showers. sage staying behind to help before following him later.

"my dear, are you alright?" cypher asked as he leaned down to cup your face, he felt himself freeze in terror for a moment. your face was paler than usual, there was a streak of blood under your nose as well as red bubbling from your lips, head leaning against the wall in exhaustion from fighting the urge to sleep. one leg straight against the floor with a knife still currently in it. two knives in your arm and a bullet wound in your stomach, other arm, and upper thigh. "oh no, please" he muttered weakly as he fell unto his knees and grabbed your face. your eyes were empty and distant, but when they landed on him they filled with warmth. you smiled at him, and for once he resented that smile. he never wanted to see blood pour from your face as you weakly tensed your muscles to smile for him. he was 12 different emotions right now, but the strongest one was fear. he gently tucked his arms under your knees and supported your upper half by your shoulders, forcefully wrapping your arm around his neck, to which you got the hint and held on tighter, breathing in deep despite the sharp aching in your lungs as he pulled you close to him. you didnt hear much after that, sometimes noise would filter through but other times it was just silent. cypher frantically called for sage to meet him halfway and started to carry you back to b site, she used her healing orb on you and then everyone moved to the dropship. then sage worked on the injuries her power couldn't heal. by the time you all landed back on base, she had removed all the knives and bullets and completely bandaged everything, she gave you one last healing orb before waking you up and sending you off. cypher was the first to greet you, silently taking hold of your arm and dragging you back to his room. when you got there, he ripped the mask off his face as if it had been suffocating him and grabbed you so gently by your face. you stared up at him with red cheeks as he examined your every feature, almost as if checking to make sure sage did everything right. he couldn't fight the tears surfacing in his eyes as you saw them and grabbed his face too. "oh, no, no. aamir, don't cry. it's alright." you reassured as you brushed your thumbs over his cheeks in the most tender way possible. his brows furrowed almost angrily. "why didn't you tell anyone when it happened." you smiled sadly and opened your mouth to explain but he let go of your face and wrapped his arms around your stomach and buried his face into your shoulder. tears flowing freely down his face as you gently stroked his hair. "they needed your eyes." you answered shortly, "and so did you, little bird." you frowned as his grip on you tightened ever so slightly. "you have to understand. i can't let this happen again. i need to protect you. please just promise no matter what, to let me help you." you blinked and smiled warmly, with a twinge of guilt.

"in our line of work, its hard to promise things like that." you trailed off, grabbing his hand gently and moving it so you could lock pinkies with him. "but for you, aamir, i will try."