#The Skeletal System of Human

[vivechan]

The Skeletal System of Human | function | diagram

The Skeletal System of Human | function | diagram The Skeletal System of Human | function | diagram Skeletal System – It Is A Structure Made Of 206 Bones, Small And Big. Which Gives Shape To The Body, Movement And Protection To Its Organs. Skeletal System Skeletal System Is Divided Into 2 Parts – Exoskeleton And Inner Skeleton. Endoskeletal System Of Skeletal System Skull The Bone Part Of…

[carmendeiact2whenplz]

IFA HAS BONES AS HIS NIGHTSOUL MARKINGS?????

Ifa. Please. Come home. Please. I don’t care if your kit isn’t great I need you please

[bongcipher]

magma sketch page, was in a human!bill mood today

[stone-cold-groove]

Looks as though someone has a bad case of the sciences.

[claxonmedicalcodinginstitute]

"🦴 Skeletal System Explained | Functions & Structure in 60 Seconds!"

Discover the amazing structure of the human skeletal system! 🦴 Learn about the bones, joints, and their vital role in supporting movement and protecting organs. Perfect for quick learning! ✅ Watch now and boost your anatomy knowledge. #SkeletalSystem #HumanBody #Anatomy #Biology

[goldmanguyperson]

Hate that i cant curl up like a little animal or else my back hurts something fierce. my back HAS to be straight OR ELSE!!! This is why having human skeletal system BLOWS!

[regina-cordium]

i took one tylenol when i got home bc i Ached but not too badly

but now my body Really hurts so i wanna take another, but there's also only 2 left in the bottle and my mom might need some and she can only take tylenol too

[valtsv]

sorry if this has been asked before, but are there any pieces of media that have shaped your conception of angels?

a formative one for me was his dark materials, when it described angels as only appearing in the form of winged humanoids because it was what was expected of them, and claimed that their true forms actually resembled architecture/"huge structures composed of intelligence and feeling" - i could never hope to draw the mental images that gave me, but it influenced my comparisons of pylon towers to angels, which are the closest reference i can give to the towering skeletal chain-like structures of light and matter that i imagined angels to be. it was also what first made me question the nature of angels, and begin to see them as something other than simply people with wings and halos who sang and/or fought for god - though i do have a weakness for angels imitating humanity, desiring and envying their free will and the unscripted lives it grants them, and in doing so becoming a little more human and a little less divine themselves, and falling in a metaphorical rather than literal, physical sense (which, to an angel, being an entity made of pure symbolism, is essentially the same thing, and can kill them just as surely as a sword).

kill six billion demons' angels are very inspirational to me; their naming system based on which reincarnation of itself the angel is makes me clap my hands with delight - particularly 6 juggernaut star, whose name belies how long she has endured through endless cycles, unable to break the wheel herself, and become entrenched in her own despair-driven futile rage as a result. and of course i'm a huge fan of 82 white chain's character arc involving an allegory for transition (specifically coming out as transfem) that also actually culminates in her transitioning (again, the symbolic and the literal go hand in hand with angels).

theres also this YA book called 'angel' by cliff mcnish that i read when i was like. eight? nine? i remember very little of it, and don't think it would hold up at all if i reread it now, but i do recall that one of the guardian angels in it died while saving one of their wards in a car wreck. the idea of angels as something that can be hurt and destroyed, that could be created to suffer and die, that could feel pain and experience grief, and potentially be imbued with supressed self-preservation instincts to serve their purpose, really flipped a switch in my brain.

[incognitopolls]

Uh oh! You're being transformed into a solitary system of the human body. Thankfully, at least you get to pick which one. The transformation is painless and permanent, and much like a Halloween skeleton, you can still interact with the world around you (regardless of things like "physics" and "logic").

We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

I just thought it would be funny having him fill out several notebooks with things about your body. Canonically, he has made guidebooks on the other neighbors. So why not you?

If you like my work, please consider commissioning me or leaving a tip on Ko-fi (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Frank learning about human biology

★ Frank had no clue what he was getting into. All he did was ask why you need to drink water after helping him with his garden. An innocent question. Two hours later and he's hardly scratched the surface. "So, your body loses water through sweat? And you need to replace it? Hm, okay, but what if there's no water?"

★ When you tell him that there's bones inside you, he thinks about Barnaby. Specifically, about how he likes chewing on them. As you explain how the skeletal system works, Frank continues writing. Trying his best to not think about the stinky mutt.

★ The more you explain, the more worried he becomes. Especially after you mention how wisdom teeth serve no purpose but can hurt you. He stopped writing mid-sentence to look at you. "Excuse me? Did I hear that right?"

★ He compares you to the creatures he knows best. "Your circulatory system functions similarly to some arthropods, but it's much less efficient. They use spiracles and tracheal tubes instead of lungs. Also, why do you need two of those?"

★ Frank’s eyes light up the moment you mention humans have a scientific name. When you tell him the name, Homo sapiens, Frank repeats it aloud before writing it in his notebook. Putting your name right next to it.

★ After realizing just how breakable you are, Frank starts reminding you to drink water, rest properly and keep a safe distance from anything that could hurt you. He also advises against telling Barnaby there's bones inside of you.

[sunrisecaminus]

Megatron x Injured Reader Headcanons

Summary - Human Conjunx gets too close to an explosion in battle. Megatron is not happy and tries his best to take care of you.

Warning - Broken bones

~ At first, he would tell you to brush it off. You weren't that close to the blast and was smacked against a tree, so honestly he was just thinking you were probably just sore.

~ When Knockout tells him that you needed to be rushed to a human hospital because your skeletal system was fractured, that is when Megs realized how badly it was.

~ He forced Soundwave to record everything the doctor tells you to understand how bad the injuries were and for how long you needed to be in the hospital.

~ Later at night, Megatron would come visit you at the window. He would bring you your favorite foods and try to apologize in his own warlord way.

~ "If I knew how fragile you humans really are, you would have never been that close to that fight."

~ Honestly, thank goodness Optimus was not around for a few weeks, because Megatron would have decapitate him for making him fight that close with you.

~ Megs would blame everyone, but himself. He would never think it was his fault, he didn't want to be the reason you were in this much pain.

~ Your ribs and right arm was broken, so when you were able to walk again, it was a huge celebration for Megatron.

~ Probably when you were able to bend down and do a light jog, Megatron would order Soundwave to kidnap you back to the Decepticon ship to complete your healing then.

~ You would rest on the warlord's birth, mostly because he doesn't use it that much anyway.

~ Say something sweet to him, it would make Megatron actually think about ending the war right then and there. Knowing one blast could do this to you, if he was able to end the battle now, he would do it.

~ No one walk close to you, no one should ever insult you, and no one dares to touch you. If they do, their spark would be used as a trophy.

~ One of the only times Megatron is able to make a schedule. He would help remind you to take your pain killers and not work yourself too much.

~ Actually scratch that, he would never let you do anything for a while…even after you have recovered.

~ "You are staying on the ship whenever we plan an attack. Do you understand?!"

[lovemybluebully]

It's For Science

This is just a little something I scrounged together, inspired by a post by @snugglyfluffle 😊

https://www.tumblr.com/snugglyfluffle/761535277842022400/since-logan-has-a-shorter-waist-then-wade-does-do?source=share

Damn, writer's block has been a biiiiiitch. I wrote a lot of this in the later hours of the night after my long workdays so sorry if it's nothing spectacular, or if there's any spelling/grammatical errors. 

Wade gets it into his head that maybe not all humans have the same number of rib bones. His logic being that since Logan has a shorter body then he may be an exception. Unfortunately for Logan this is far too ticklish of an experiment for him to bear.

A small bit of ticklish!deadpool at the end too. 😉

Warnings for foul language and other Deadpool-type stuff.

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

ler!Wade/Deadpool x lee!Logan/Wolverine

ler!Logan/Wolverine x lee!Wade/Deadpool

M/M Tickle Fic

Word Count: 4,234

"The skeletal system is comprised of bones that give structure to the body and work with the muscles and joints to provide movement. The human body contains 206 bones….," the certified doctor on the television explained as he gestured to a replica model human skeleton while Wade sat watching on the couch.

"207 if I'm watching Gossip Girl, hehehe. Shit, I already made that joke in the movie. Well it's still true anyhow, am I right?" Wade snorted a laugh as he turned from his position on the couch with his hand up for a high-five, but found his roommate leaned back in the couch with his eyes closed and his hands on his lap.

It had been a nice lazy afternoon for the two of them and Logan had KO'ed quite a few beers as the monotone voice of the television host was making him doze off.

"Pssht! Old man can't stay awake for five minutes," Wade waved him off as he turned back to the tv.

"The ribcage has an important job in providing protection to some of the most vital organs being the lungs and the heart. There are 12 ribs on each side, making 24 in total…"

The merc blinked in curiosity as he sat up tall and now slowly began to feel up each side of his body to count the ribs within, having to dig in pretty thoroughly to get through the muscle.

"Hmm I'm only feeling 20 here….," he rechecked to be sure, finding all the ones leading up to his collarbone.

"The 11th and 12th pair of ribs are called 'floating ribs' because unlike all the others they are not attached to the sternum but are still attached to the backbone….," the doctor went on as he pointed to two pairs of ribs on the back area of the skeleton.

Wade's hands wound around to his lower back and found the missing pairs right where the doctor said they'd be.

"Huh. What do you know, he's right. I mean, duh!" He bopped himself on the forehead, "Of course he's right. He's a fucking doctor. Hey Wolvie, you're missing some interesting stuff here."

"Mmph," Logan only grunted in response, not even hearing what Wade had actually said as he started to drift further into fully passing out.

Wade then had a thought pop into his mind as he looked over at his near-comatose friend. Logan's torso was a lot shorter than his own so he wondered if it was true that all humans had the same number of ribs. The doc hadn't specified if it was possible to have less and Wade's hyper mind needed an answer right away.

"Hmm. I suppose I could just Google it to find out for sure, but nah! I prefer to do my own field study. Plus you all need a fun little fic to read, and I know Logan won't mind if it tickles just a teensy little bit. Commence Operation How-Many-Ribs-Does-A-Wolverine-Have."

He slid over and wiggled his fingers up in the air before placing them on the bottom of Logan's ribcage, pressing in gently to feel the first two ribs as the man immediately jumped and blinked his eyes open in a groggy daze.

"Whatistha….Wade? What-heheh-What're you doin'?" He batted at Wade's hands with very little accuracy from being half-asleep, giggles escaping him as the fingers moved up to the next set of ribs.

"Well if you had stayed awake Peanut, you would have seen this educational program I've been watching about the human body. They say there are 24 ribs in a human, but I was curious if it applied to all body heights. Being that you're a little shorter than me I wanted to see if you had the same," Wade explained his current lunacy as Logan started to wake up a little more though it took him a moment to really process everything that had been said.

"Huh? The fuck are ya-eheheheehee-Ribs? Course I do, dipshihihit. Now stohahahop it," he was unsuccessful in trying to block out Wade's hands as they continued up his sides.

"I sure will. Once I have verified the facts. Though I'm pretty sure this would go a lot quicker if you would just hold still," Wade smirked big time, knowing there was absolutely no way Logan could ever stay still for something like this when his torso was so ridiculously sensitive, "Okay looks like that's number 5…..and oh, there's 6…."

"How abohohout I c-count your teeheeheeheeth after I knohohock 'em outta your fuhuhuhucking head?" Logan chuckled hard, taking a half-hearted and easily dodge-able swing with his fist towards Wade.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, muffin cakes. Come on, this is a fun game. At least smile, would ya?" Wade teased, looking down at his friend while increasing the speed that his fingers wiggled around against his sides.

The X-man's grin had lit up his normally stoic face while he made many attempts to shove Wade's arms away, but those nimble fingers were practically glued to his sides.

"Of ahahahall the stuhuhuhupid-Eeeheheheheheheh! Stahahahap, ya mohohohoron! Thehehehey're all thehehehere!" Logan was giggling uncontrollably and sinking back into the couch cushions, trying to will his body to phase through and escape but there was only so much give that he was allowed.

Truthfully after the relaxing day he'd had and the keg of beer in his belly he found that he wasn't too bothered about Wade waking him up with his dumb experiment.

"How can I be certain? Got any proof? Any reliable witnesses to corroborate your case? Hmm? Perhaps you have an x-ray of your body to show me? A scientific essay conducted by a world renowned researcher? Any of those would be acceptable."

Logan obviously could only shake his head.

"N-Nohohohohoo, buhut I can cuhuhut myself opehehehen and-ahahahahaa-you cahahahan loohoohook for yoursehehehelf!" He released one claw from his hand as Wade gasped in horror and quickly grabbed his wrist to pin it to the couch with his knee.

"Ohhh no you don't. You're crazy if you think I'm gonna allow my precious little badger to cause himself any harm. Besides my method is way less messy. Just wish I knew why you find it to be so funny," he stated, playing dumb as Logan attempted to growl through his giggles, though the intimidation factor was completely lost.

"Yohohohou f-fucking knohow why I'm lahahahahaughin', ya ihihihihidiot!" He retracted the sharp blade back into his body, trying to squirm free, "Now gehehehet outta thehehehere, ohohor ehehehelse!"

The threats were in full effect, but the claws remained sheathed.

Wade recognized that Logan was in a more light-hearted mood than normal, and he wasn't going to let it go to waste. If he had woken up with murder on his mind then Wade might have been more inclined to back off sooner. But now that he had the green light it was on!

"Or else what? Doesn't seem like you're trying too hard to stop me," he called his bluff and grinned at how the man weakly pulled at his wrists with his one free hand and was trying to curl up in defense.

He knew Logan would be fighting him a lot harder than this if he was really as disagreeable as he wanted him to think.

Actually, Wolverine had a little secret he was keeping. He would die before admitting it out loud, but there were times he found that he actually enjoyed this. Yes, enjoyed getting tickled within an inch of his life.

Definitely not at first though. And to fully grasp the situation we'll have to rewind the story just a…

"Aw nohohoo bub! Thehehey don't neeheed to hehehear all o' thahahat!"

Wade's heart skipped a beat as he gasped in excitement.

"Oh em gee! Your first fourth wall break! I'm so fucking proud of you!"

Shush, we're doing this.

Anyways Logan couldn't remember ever being tickled before so the day Wade had discovered that he was in fact quite ticklish he did everything in his power to fight him off and avoid it altogether. Wade wouldn't back off though and inevitably got him pinned down, even though it resulted in several stab wounds to his head and torso.

Having been alive for over 200 years Logan was very used to experiencing pain of some of the highest levels physically and mentally, but tickling was something very alien to him. Not surprisingly he struggled with processing the maddening, yet gentle touches.

He didn't like to show any signs of weaknesses, but being tickled completely overwhelmed his heightened senses, especially in the touch department, and it was impossible for him to not react to it. There had been feelings of anger and humiliation at how easily simple fingers were able to render him powerless, and it only got worse once he finally broke into agonized laughter.

Logan hated the feeling of not having control, especially over his own body. Once he had managed to break free, he had been extremely cross with Wade and went into one of his brooding moods for the majority of the day.

After giving him time to cool off, Wade eventually approached him to apologize, and Logan shrugged it off now that his temper had died down. Though he had been working on trying to better himself and he explained to Wade what it had made him feel and why he had reacted so strongly against it.

Wolverine being vulnerable enough to share his feelings with him was one of the only times Wade was ever completely serious and really gave his full attention. Despite getting a kick out of always annoying him Wade never wanted to cause him true stress and it made him feel like a real asshole when Logan ended up apologizing to him too.

Wade promised to never do it to him again but added that he just got carried away due to the fact that he really liked seeing Logan not only smile but laugh especially. Logan had become utterly stupefied by that confession. He thought Wade had only been trying to torment and embarrass him, which was what had really set him off.

He had then taken the next few days to reflect on that. He could definitely empathize with how good it felt to see someone you really cared about experiencing joy. Knowing that Wade's intentions were far from malicious had really put his mind at ease about it, realizing that his pride had gotten the better of him.

And the more he thought back on it it really wasn't that bad.

Which was why Wade's squawk of surprise when Logan tackled him from out of nowhere to attack his sides with tickles gave Logan the same fuzzy feeling he assumed Wade had had. Wade not only was laughing from the tickling, but from relief as well, realizing that he'd been unspokenly forgiven.

He didn't even fight it and just let Logan tickle him to his heart's content until finally the man stopped and grunted that he had hoped he'd "learned his lesson" while giving him a small smirk.

Wade was able to read between the lines and took the chance to pounce him the very next day, and despite some growling threats he received the older mutant didn't seem entirely displeased. Logan had completely let his guard down, which now enabled him to truly experience it in full.

Still, he made Wade work for it before he finally stopped holding in his laughter. The crazy merc then proceeded to make him laugh harder than he could ever remember doing in his past, and he found the brain chemical effects from that to do wonders for his mood.

The funny thing about it to Logan was that even though he was rendered helpless from tickling he realized that he was still 100% safe, and he found that to be a very comforting thought. It was a new experience for him to be in such a close proximity struggle where the end goal wasn't to try to hurt or kill him.

Sure, Wade would use tickling as a form of retaliation a lot of times, but it was all the same to Logan by now. Naturally he wasn't always in the mood for a tickle attack, but these days more often than not he didn't fight it too much and was quite content to let his roommate turn him into a squirming, wheezing wreck.

Of course, for appearances sake, Logan would still curse his head off and threaten the man's life at every turn. Up until the mischievous merc would tickle him to the point he could barely take it and turn that macho attitude into desperate pleas for mercy.

Which brings us back to our current situation.

"Dahahammit! I-I dihihihidn't ahahask for a wahahahaake up cahahahall!"

"No thanks needed! It's totally complimentary in el Casa de Wade. But don't mind me, feel free to go back to sleep. I'm just going to keep counting these ribs here until we get to the bottom of this. Ah, finally we found 7 and 8."

Wade was still acting as if this whole idea was just to count his ribs and hadn't even acknowledged that he was purposely tickling him and realizing that made Logan feel even more giddy as he let out a snort and shook his head.

"Wade c'mooon! Get ohohohoff! Ya-heehehehe-Ya know I'm ticklihihihihish, fucker!" His big-muscled arms were clamped so tightly against his sides, but there was no stopping the determined fingers crawling up his ribs.

"Whaaa? Wolverine? Ticklish? Ha! That's absurd! My guy Logan is way too mean and strong and tough to be affected by something so childish! Oh boy, and I thought I was the king of jokes around here. Now come on, stop messing around and just move your arms out of the way so I can finish this," Wade smirked, loving to tease him about his ticklishness in regard to his hard-core reputation.

"You fuhuhuhucking ahahahasshohohohole!" Logan snorted hard and now fell over to the side as he began scooting along the couch to get away.

"Heheh, where do you think you're going? Stop being so dramatic, Nancy Kerrigan. It's okay to make that joke now, right? 30 years later is fair," he shrugged at the camera, not letting up one bit as he followed along with his squirming prey, "I can feel 9 and 10 now. We're almost halfway there! Oooh! How exciting!"

"Cuhuhut it ohohohout! Heeheheheheheheh! Juhuhust drohop this stuhuhupid ideheeheeheea!"

The higher Wade went the stronger the tickling sensations felt, and Logan was pretty sure he was going to die before the last of his ribs were even reached, though in his mind it honestly wasn't the worst way for him to go.

"🎵 Ohhhh the itsy-bitsy spiders crawled up the waterspout….🎵," Wade effortlessly sing-songed with clawed fingers continuing their torturously slow progress, thoroughly scraping over every rib bone they came across, "🎵 Down came the rain….but couldn't wash the spiders out because they were having too much fun counting all these cute little ribbies. 🎵."

It always made Logan feel silly whenever Wade's teases took on a more juvenile form. He was the tenacious and deadly Wolverine and yet Wade was treating him like he was just some harmless little kid. He was never able to stop the blush from spreading across his face.

"Shuhuhuhuut uhuhuhup! Ohohor you're gohohonna haahahave another fuhuhuhuckin'-Hahahahahahehee-hohohohole t-to breheeheeheeathe outta yohohour fahahahat hehehehead!"

"Wow. We're body shaming now? I'm very sensitive about my fat head, you know. Well have you looked in the mirror lately, mister? Just walking around with those big, sexy arms and your handsomely chiseled jawline, and don't even get me started on all that sculpted beef that you're hiding in disgrace underneath this shirt. Yeah, doesn't feel so good now, does it, you absurdly attractive man? Uh huh….oh….yup, right there we got 11 and 12."

Wade was just so ridiculous sometimes, but when Logan was already caught in a laughing fit the merc's unstoppable blabbering only succeeded in making him laugh even harder. And unfortunately, he was slowly losing his will to carry on with acting tough through this tickle session.

"Fihihihiiine! I'm-heeheehehahahahaha-I'm sorrrrry! I tahahahake it bahahahaack! Just stooohohohoooop!" Logan didn't know how much more he could take of this. Actually, he did know due to having suffered under Wade's fingers for months now, and the answer was a lot.

"Why? I'm just trying to get a count here. 13……14…..It's for science. Hey look, I'm sorry……," Wade pretended to show some remorse before breaking into a huge smirk, "Sorry my wittle Wolvie-polvie is too freakin' ticklish for his own good!"

Logan's back finally met the armrest of the couch, preventing him from going any further as he leaned back over it to try to get away. Though this now had his ribcage fully stretched out as Wade stepped it up and dug his fingers in mercilessly between rib bones, making Logan positively howl in laughter.

"Ahahahahaa! Wade naahahahahahahaho! Pleheheease! Thahahahaat tickles!" He thrashed madly trying to wiggle away, but Wade had him pinned right where he wanted him as he just snickered at the situation.

"I think at this point you know that was part of my plan all along. Hehehe, but we're so close! Think of the prestige we'll get from this scientific breakthrough! Oh! I think I just found 15! Oooh! And could that be 16?! C'mon, buddy! Bear with me now!"

The upper ribs were basically in Logan's armpits that were covered with a more fleshy layer and Wade was really having to probe in there to actually feel the bones beneath.

"Not thehehehere! Noohot thehehehehehehhehehere! Haahahahaheeheeheeheehaa! Mehehehehercyyyyyy! Logan squealed helplessly with his head tilted back and showing off his elongated canine teeth; his face as red as a tomato as tears squeezed out of his tightly shut eyes.

The feral man's t-shirt had ridden up, exposing the lower half of his ripped stomach and Wade was currently in a position where it was at eye level. He smirked as he thought about how crazy Logan got whenever he would blow raspberries into his tummy, and he found the urge to do so was just too strong to resist as he took a deep breath.

"WAAAHahAHaHAhaHAHAAADE!!" Logan screamed with the first oral assault landing directly around his navel, breaking into silent laughter while wheezing desperately for air. Many more blows were delivered to his belly and ribs while the fingers continued tickling in his armpits as Logan summoned up any energy he had left and pushed with all he had in him at Wade's head and shoulders.

Eventually after being slapped and punched in the head so many times, Wade finally allowed himself to be pushed away, taking one last nibble at his hip bone.

"Geez, calm down Hugh, you over actor," he chuckled as he looked down at the man who was currently swallowing all the air he could and gingerly wiping away at tears.

"Okaaahaahay…..Fuckin' Hell……That's it…..for nohohow…..Y-You got me…..good……No more….right?"

"Weeeeeell if you would have just stayed still, we could have had this all over with. But noooooo, you just had to make me lose count," Wade sighed loudly in feigned disappointment, "Looks like I'm gonna have to start aaaallllllll over again."

With a wicked grin he began reaching out towards the still incapacitated man who was now shaking his head frantically as his hands raised in defense.

"N-No Wade. Not again. Stay back. Heehehehe-please. I can't take any more," he couldn't help giggling in anticipation as Wade hovered over him again.

"Hold still now…Don't worry Peanut, we'll get through this together. So that's 1……and 2…….and a coochie coochie coo…," Wade started again on his waist to get at his bottom ribs as Logan was already breaking into squeals.

"20?! Again?! For real?! I've counted three times already!"

Logan was hanging halfway off the couch; his hair sticking out in every direction and his cheeks slicked with tears as he coughed and tried to regain any hint of sanity he had left.

"It's……It's……fine…….Wade…..I'm sure……..they're in……there……somewhere……," he panted weakly, slowly starting to feel his energy revitalize.

"Or maybe you really do only have 20? My theory that you have fewer since you are shorter may be correct!" Wade was getting lost in his thoughts, but then at that moment a voice of reason sounded off.

"And remember, the 11th and 12th pair of ribs are referred to as 'floating ribs' and are only attached at the backbone….," the television was still on and by this point the doctor had gone back around and was summarizing everything he had just talked about.

The light bulb finally went on in Wade's head.

"Oh yeeeeah……forgot about those little buggers," Wade slowly turned to look at his friend whose eyes went wide as he scrambled to get away.

Five seconds later and Wade had Logan pinned on his stomach as his fingers wiggled into his lower back to find the missing rib pairs while Logan cackled wildly and pounded his fists with his feet uselessly kicking at the cushions.

"23…..and 24! Well would you look at that! I guess all humans are the same after all!" Wade declared happily as he finally climbed off of his roommate, signaling the end of his reign of terror, "Whaddya think, Wolvie? Aren't you so glad to have that useful little tidbit of information at your disposal?"

Logan gradually rolled over onto his back and raised an annoyed brow.

"Could've just fuckin' Googled it, bub," he growled, though a smile was still stuck on his face.

"Okay I admit waking you up may not have been the nicest way to go about it, but you know how impatient I am. And be honest, you really don't seem that upset about it," Wade grinned, reaching over to scribble fingers over his now exposed stomach while Logan snorted chuckles and tried to block him out with his knees before rolling away.

"You're lucky I didn't piss my pants, asshole. Drank a shit load of beers right before I fell asleep. I gotta piss like a fucking racehorse now," Logan stumbled to his feet and walked off to use the bathroom.

Wade grinned as he watched him walk away before turning to the audience.

"He's cute, ain't he? And I didn't hear any denial in that, did you? He doesn't know that I heard the author spill his secret earlier. It's nice to know that he actually enjoys it, even if he won't say it. I'm totally good with that."

The sound of Logan groaning in relief echoed down the hallway followed by the toilet flushing several moments later before he walked back out to join Wade on the couch.

"Did you make sure to put the seat back down? Althea won't be happy if she falls in again," he asked as Logan looked at him with a frown.

"That one was on you, shithead. I always remember to. You've lived how many years with this poor lady? I seriously don't know how she's put up with your stupid, inconsiderate ass for so long."

"Exactly the same way you do, sugar tits," Wade grinned and pinched his cheek, receiving an adamantium elbow into his side and grunting as the air was knocked out of him momentarily.

"It's a daily struggle that's for sure. But I owe ya a lot for breaking me out of my destructive cycle, so we'll call it even," Logan had softened his demeanor, knowing he truly owed Wade his gratitude as the other man noted this and took advantage of his guard being down.

"Awww there it is! Right there! I knew you loved me!" Wade squealed as he jumped onto Logan's lap and wrapped his arms around his head in the tightest of hugs.

"Gaah! Wade! Fuckin' dammit! Let go of me!" Logan struggled to pry Wade off of him until he was hit with a moment of inspiration as he latched his fingers onto Wade's unprotected sides to start tickling him with everything he had.

"Aahaahahah! Logan dohohohohooot! Thahahahat's nohohohot fahahahaaair!" Wade yelped with giggles as he quickly tried to escape, but Logan held him firmly in place.

"Fair? Okay, let's be fair. See we learned that all my ribs are there, but seems we've overlooked yours. Think it's best we check that out right away, don't you?" Logan asked with a crooked grin as Wade frantically shook his head while thrashing in his lap, "No? Well ain't that just too damn bad."

Logan dug right in with both strong hands, not even hiding the fact that his mission was to tickle the absolute shit out of his roommate.

"Okaahahahay yohohou cahahan cheheheck! Heheehhehahah! Juhuhust nohoho tihihihickling!"

"Now how do ya expect me to do that? You got an x-ray or some bullshit to show me? A fuckin' thesis paper on the matter? What? Ya don't? Well that fuckin' sucks for you. Looks like we're doing this the old-fashioned way. What number was I on? Oh yeah….1…….1…….1……1 again….."

"Cahahahahaaan't you fuhuhucking cohohount, you neahahahanderthal?!?!"

Logan smirked big time, repeatedly prodding into the same rib over and over.

"Guess not. Numbers apparently aren't my strong suit. Looks like this is gonna take alllll day then."

Wade could only laugh and squeal in response, knowing he had sealed his own doom.

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Bet On It - Liam Mairi

Synopsis: A moment of quiet, sweet competition with Liam (Healer!Reader).

A/N: My first official post for Eden and Liam! You guys have no idea how excited I am — Eden’s one of my favorite Empyrean Gals™️. If you need more insight for her character, click here! 

Includes: Fluff, teeny bit of angst, Reader has chronic pain from previous injury, Healers Quadrant. Takes place during Fourth Wing.

Rain, by all means, is something you find fascinating. You like the sense of peace that comes along with it, what it does for the land and the cycle of life, and you can’t deny that feeling water pelt your skin has always made you feel giddy with excitement.

You also like to bet on which drops will make it down to the bottom of the glass windows faster. You sit alone in the Healer Quadrant commons, the warmth of the nearby hearth doing all it can to soothe the ache in your locked knee as you stare intently at the window clouded by the summer’s humidity.

Oh, yeah. There was one downside of rain — it made your bad leg throb like shit.

You lean back in the velvety chair and sigh, sending thanks to Amari for a moment of solitude in your otherwise-hectic life. Honestly, you preferred this to the Riders Quadrant — it was definitely easier to pick up information knowing you wouldn’t be killed at any moment. That didn’t make the work any less challenging, though. Between taking organized notes on the historic relationships between Poromiel and Navarre and memorizing the skeletal system…You knew which one you’d choose first. 

A set of quiet but steady footsteps coming from behind make your thoughts falter, and you stiffen, your hand flying to the sheathed dagger at your side instinctually. Your shoulders relax, though, when you hear an all-too familiar, teasing voice pipe up from a little ways behind your seat.

“Am I interrupting a moment of pondering, sweetheart?”

You huff out a laugh and shake your head, leaning back into the chair. “A moment of pondering?” You twist your head around to be met head-on with rain-soaked blond curls and a charming grin. “I’m not a scribe, Li. Let a girl enjoy the rain without making the meaning too deep.”

Liam takes a seat next to you, stripping off his rain-battered flight jacket and slinging it over the top of the chair. “Hey,” he defends himself. “I’m not saying you can’t enjoy it. I just know that you tend to zone out whenever it rains. Makes you look like you’re trying to figure out the meaning of life and…You know, all of that fun stuff.”

You snort and shake your head. “I’m guessing which raindrops will make it to the bottom first,” you correct him dryly, pointing to the nearest twin pair of droplets racing down the window. “I used to make bets with my sister for a coin or two when we were kids.”

“Betting money on rain races,” Liam muses, resting his chin on his palm and gazing at the window intently. “Scandalous, Cadet Kiyoko.”

You shrug and lean in a little further, wincing only when a tinge of pain worms its way through the back of your knee. “I was being resourceful,” you huff. “If people here weren’t so square, I’d be running the greatest betting pool in Navarre.”

Liam scoots a few inches closer to you, draping his arm invitingly over the padded arm of your chair with his palm facing up. It was a wordless gesture, one that never required your acknowledgment but always received it anyway. “Right,” he drawls. “We’d all be so hyped about betting on raindrops.”

You scowl, slipping your hand into his wordlessly. He’s warm, thankfully — he always is. The hearth of the commons does wonders for your body, but Liam’s heat — the one that came from being a human furnace — was balm to your weary mind and soul. 

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, companied with only the sound of the gentle rain and the occasional murmurs and laughs of other cadets from outside the commons. No one would come in here — your classmates knew that you liked to be alone at this time of day, and unless you went out of your way to go seek someone out, they’d respect your personal space; whether it was because they respected you for your own personhood or the fact that you’d almost made it through the Riders Quadrant unscathed, you could never tell.

A light squeeze on your hand brings you out of your thoughts, your eyes flitting over to Liam’s sky-like irises. He still watches the window, but his thumb strokes yours gently. “You okay?” He asks quietly.

You hum, fixing your eyes on the clouded glass. “Yeah. Whenever it rains, it aches. I’ve been a bit sore all day.”

“Ah.”

His thumb moves down to your wrist, moving over the skin so tenderly that you’d think he was touching some sort of priceless object. Your arm shifts a little, and your heart skips a beat when his lips replace his finger.

“Liam?”

His eyes snap up to yours, his lips not faltering once.

“Why is your hair wet?”

A beautiful grin, one that you’ve come to seek out in every moment of darkness, spreads across his face.

“Deigh likes the rain,” he explains quietly. “He says he likes to feel the rain in between his scales.”

He pauses as if he hears another distant conversation, and a flat look crosses his features. “Also, it’s apparently good for young ones like me to get outside and experience the joys of nature every once in a while,” he adds dryly, squeezing your wrist.

You chuckle, a small gleam coming back to your eye. “I agree with Deigh. I like feeling the rain on my skin, when I can.”

Liam goes quiet again before rolling his eyes. You guess he’s having a silent conversation with his dragon by the way he purses his lips and sighs. “He says you’re very wise, and—“

His eyes widen, a hint of a blush appearing on his cheeks.

You tilt your head. “And?”

He just shakes his head, his eyes finding the window again. “Nothing.”

You know better than to pry. Even though you never got your shot at actually bonding with a dragon, you figured you should respect the private conversation between dragon and rider — even if the topic of conversation was yourself. The bond was not something you understood in its entirety, but if Deigh approved of you, you’d take that as a win.

“I think,” you say, pointing to the window, “that one there is going to make it to the bottom first.”

Liam studies the little speckles on the glass intently, squinting as if he could see the very molecules within the water. His hand slowly drags up to another stationary raindrop. “That one’s got my vote.”

He turns back to you with an easy smile. “What do I get if I win?”

You hum thoughtfully, tilting your head. “Uh…I don’t know,” you admit. “A kiss?”

He nods in a fake-solemn act. “Ah. I see. I accept these terms and propose the same.”

You snort, reaching over and flicking his arm gently, careful to mind the black swirls that trail up his arm. “You’re so dramatic.”

His ruse doesn’t last for long. Liam is the epitome of sunshine, even in  dreary weather like this. A fond smile lights his face up in a way that seems so innocent. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he concedes, bringing your wrist back up to his mouth. “You bring it out of me.”

His words, now muffled against your skin, draw a faint laugh from you as you watch your respective raindrops fall in little bursts of speed down the window. It makes your heart race out of habit — you always enjoyed a little competition, especially when it was so rare in your life now.

Your mouth is tugged into a smirk when your raindrop surpasses his. “For once, I don’t think luck is on your side, Mairi.”

He stares at the window as if considering something before shaking his head. In that time, your chosen drop streaks down the window into nothingness.

He glances over at you. “That’s okay,” he replies. “I’m cool with losing to you every once in a while.”

“Just me?” you ask, raising an eyebrow curiously.

“Just you,” he affirms. Then, he smirks, leaning closer to you. “Guess I gotta pay up now, huh, sweet girl?”

You lean into him, ignoring the dull protest of your knee as you shift. “You do,” you reply with an air of faux arrogance. “Hand it over, Mairi.”

You don’t complain about pain or rain or jack shit when his lips meet yours, the soft skin only disrupted by a faint scar that mars his upper lip. His scent, sawdust and orchids with a hint of citrus, clouds your senses. You sigh in content, nuzzling your nose against his before pulling away.

Liam, for as much as you take him seriously, just looks too adorable with his now-pink flush that expands to the tips of his ears.

“Let’s go again,” he suggests, pointing at another new raindrop. “Another kiss says that that one will go first.”

A wide smile stretches across your lips. “Bet, Mairi.”

[the-sparrohawk]

So, earlier today @emmg said "there should be a crack fic out there about Emmrich getting high at an orgy and pontificating about unsexy shit" and I am not sure if this is what they were expecting or indeed what anyone was wanting, but this is what happened.

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Emmrich felt something was amiss, but he wasn’t entirely certain what it was. He was comfortable enough. The floor cushion on which he sat, tailor-fashion, had adequate padding. The room was warm -- perhaps even too warm -- but he wasn’t complaining. And there was an intriguing odor, someone’s perfume most likely.

“That particular scent,” he said to his companions, “is derived from the resin of a tree that has been thoroughly infested with the most fascinating species of mold.”

He heard a grunt from somewhere to his left and that was enough inducement to continue. “As I was saying, the fungus is a most miraculous phenomenon. It actually secretes digestive enzymes as it thrusts its mycelia deep into the flesh of the dying tree, and--”

“Oooooh, yes.”

He blinked and turned. The room had gone a bit swimmy and indistinct, but then candlelight was like that sometimes. The couple next to him were fucking enthusiastically, and the young woman -- a stunning beauty with red-gold hair -- threw her head back and moaned again.

“It’s the mycelia, you see.” He watched with distant interest as the lean man on top of her quickened his pace, his back rounding with each pistoning thrust of his hips. “As the fungal threads grow, they intermingle and twine together, forming quite a complex network. Rather like the human nervous system.”

He squinted and looked around. Arms and legs tangled indiscriminately, a radius of bare flesh that encircled him. He was still fully dressed, or nearly so. He had lost his shoes somewhere, and his jacket. Perhaps that lovely dark-haired rake who’d met him at the door had seen to them, after he handed Emmrich that drink. Something to put you in the mood? he’d purred. 

Upon reflection, it might have been a mistake to take the drink without asking after its contents. But the young man had been so pretty, and he’d always had a wonderful time with Johanna’s friends. Even if they were a trifle less domesticated than his usual crowd.

He felt something brush his cock and looked down. There was a foot in his lap, a beautiful, dark-skinned foot, the bottom of which had fitted itself so perfectly to the curve of his cock that he felt the sting of tears in the corners of his eyes.

“You have a glorious plantar arch,” he said, his eyes traveling up the leg attached to the foot until he found the gaze of its owner. “Did you know,” he told him, gently stroking his ankle, “that on the medial side the calcaneus, navicular, and cuneiform meet the metatarsal at an angle nearly 30 degrees above the horizontal plane?”

“What?” The man curled his toes, pushing a little harder against him.

“Oh, very good,” Emmrich breathed. He wasn’t fully hard -- wasn’t even sure he could get that way in his current state -- but the touch still felt perfectly delightful. “I said the metatarsal and tarsals make an arch just like that of a bridge, with the navicular as a keystone.”

He slid his fingers up to touch it. “Just here,” he said, stroking the soft skin in front of the man’s ankle. “All those skeletal elements held together by pearly white ligaments. Can you imagine? Oh, isn’t it a marvel!”

“Yeah. I guess.” The foot withdrew itself and as Emmrich watched, its owner rolled over onto another man, grinding their pelvises together. 

“A marvel,” he repeated, his gaze fixed on the two cocks sliding past one another. Back and forth, light and dark, stiff marble columns cloaked in the most delicately veined skin. All around him, the sounds of coupling rumbled like ocean waves breaking on the sand, a chorus of groans and gasps that carried him away into a strange reverie.

He blinked and came back to himself when he felt the hand on his wrist. A woman beside him spread her legs, drawing his hand to the space between her thighs.

“Touch me,” she begged, and he shifted on his cushion, positioning himself to oblige.

He dipped the tips of two fingers between her labia, gently spreading them and gathering her slick moisture onto his skin. The heat of her was astonishing, captivating, and he stroked her once, twice, from the well of her vagina to the top of her mons.

“Oh Maker, yes,” she breathed, and spread her legs wider.

“Did you know,” he whispered, staring down at the perfection of her vulva, “that in Orlais there is a flower that is precisely this same shade of pink. It even has a shape reminiscent of the female genitalia. They call it cadeau du jardin and the petal arrangement ensures that it is impossible to self pollinate.”

He stroked her clitoris, the swollen nub rolling under his forefinger like the button on a silk shirt. “No, it relies on external pollinators,” he continued, setting a lazy rhythm as she planted the soles of her feet on the carpet and arched up under him. “But you will never guess the nature of those pollinators. Most floral species are content to have their gametes spread by arthropods. Not these beauties!”

“In me,” she gasped. “Please...” 

He slid two fingers into her, flexing his wrist so he could rub her clit with his thumb. “You’re exquisite, darling,” he murmured, feeling the way her cunt tensed around his knuckles. “It’s bats, you see. Not bees, nor moths, but bats. By day they sleep in hidden crevices, and by night they seek out the delicate folds of their chosen inflorescence.”

In his excitement, his pace quickened, and he could feel her respond. Then with a sharp cry she came, muscles going taut around his fingers, one hand gripping the fringe on the edge of his cushion.

“Oh that’s perfect, dear.” He stroked her more slowly, almost dreamily, as he explained about the bats. “Their rostrum is adapted to the flower, fitting it even more perfectly than the human hand fits a glove. They alight and probe, their leathery wings folded behind them, gathering the pollen on their dense, fine fur--”

“Are you,” she asked in a wan, spent voice, “talking about bats?”

“Yes!” he exclaimed. “Chiropterans are one of nature’s most fascinating creations, don’t you think? To have the power of flight imbued in delicate membranes stretched between impossibly elongated phalanges--”

“Okay,” she said. “Weird.” She moved away and he felt his fingers slide out of her.

He let her go. The room was spinning and she slipped away from him the way the night sky slips away as the earth turns toward dawn. He watched the constellations -- Belenas, Tenebrium, Satinalis -- forming and reforming on the ceiling. 

“I will have to ask the host what was in that drink,” he said to no one, and then he laughed. “Oh, the world is a wonder.”

[regina-cordium]

I need someone to snap me like a laminated piece of paper and crack all my joints at once