#and my stomach just hurt after that.. so bad

[bellysoupset]

Part 2 of Luke getting Vince's stomach flu! Feverish Lucas, a big talk about Max and some angst.

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Lucas let out a groan, rolling on the bed and reaching for the bin for the 10th time that night. His stomach churned uneasily, nausea causing him to get covered in cold sweat, but still he tried to valiantly keep from gagging.

"Luke?" Vince rubbed his eye and sat up next to him. It wasn't weird to bed share with Vin, they had done it a bunch of times before, but Lucas felt bad that he kept waking his friend up, "aw man, I thought you were going to sleep the rest off," Vince's hand came to rest between his shoulder blades and Lucas let out a whine at the touch.

He felt like he was suffocating, staring at the bottom of the now clean receptacle, Lucas let out a deep burp and spat the saliva pooling in his mouth.

"You need to drink something," Vince yawned, shuffling on the bed and getting up to get him some water.

Convinced he wasn't going to throw up again just yet, Lucas fell back against the pillows and tried to calm his breathing. His belly was gurgling non stop, sticking out and warm to the touch and he removed his hand from it, feeling like any pressure was going to send the acid up his throat.

"Here," Vince walked back to the bed, holding up a mug filled with water and a wet hand towel, "sit up, dude."

"Leave me here to die," Lucas groaned instead, wincing as he felt the bubbling inside of him become a cramp, "my eyes hurt."

"That's the fever," Vince sighed, hovering over him and planting the mug on the bedside table, then the humid cloth over Luke's forehead. The relief was instantaneous, "better?"

"Uhmmm," Lucas hummed, opening a little smile, not daring to nod, "how did you live through this on your own? I've been sick for - I don't know, five hours? - and I feel like I'm going to die."

"Ten hours," Vince corrected him and Luke felt the bed move as his best friend settled on his side, starting to run his fingers through Luke's sweat matted hair, "and I wasn't alone, my dad stopped by and Max brought me Gatorade, besides it was just a day."

Lucas stomach squeezed painfully and he brought up his hand, muffling a wet burp. This one brought up some foamy acid, but he gulped it down, shuddering, "I can't fucking escape this guy, can I?"

Vince let out an amused snort, "if you can be an asshole, then you're fine. I was wondering if I'd have to drag your ass to the hospital."

"No hospital," Lucas removed the cloth from his eyes so he could glare at his best friend, reminding him of the very real phobia he had, "I don't need that."

"Yeah, I know," Vince pushed the washcloth down once more, "Max is only a big deal because you keep making him one," he said after a moment and Luke let out a huff.

"You're being obtuse about the man wanting to get in your pants and when Wendy has a mental breakdown about this, I'll side with her," Lucas said, venomously, "I don't support cheaters. Ever."

Vince stopped moving and there was a pregnant pause, so long that Lucas dared to move the washcloth from his eyes once more, confused by the lack of response. His stomach sank. Vince looked incredibly wounded, speechless.

"Vin, I'm-"

"You think I'm going to cheat on Wendy?" it was rare that Vince talked with him on that tone, voice calm and collected, but filled with disdain, "Wow, Luke. Wow."

"That's not what I said," he sat up, dropping the washcloth down to his lap and the sudden movement caused his belly to squeeze. Lucas resisted the urge to wrap his arms around it or to gag, taking a deep breath. He had just fucked up, and he could tell, "I don't think that, no, I swear-"

"Really? Because you just spelled it out, all letters," Vince glared at him, looking terribly offended and Lucas shook his head vehemently.

"I don't think that, I was just being an ass-" Lucas interrupted himself with a retch, half fueled by nausea, half by nerves. He slammed a hand over his lips, squeezing his eyes shut, and tried to breathe through the slimy feeling crawling up his esophagus...

"Here," Vince planted the bin on his lap, with a little more force than necessary, and Luke promptly leaned over it. He barely needed to gag, bile splattering inside of it and then several empty heaves hit him, causing his ears to go deaf and black spots to dance in front of his eyes. His abs hurt, burning with all effort, and his intestines were cramping, although he had no more liquid to give up.

He let out a whimper, the fever and the hurt frying at his nerves, and curled up as much as he could, spitting inside the bin again and trying to stop the seizing in his stomach.

Vince's hand was on his back, not rubbing, just keeping it steady and Lucas let out a hiccup, then rested his forehead to the plastic edge of the bin, struggling to catch his breath.

His head was swimming and yet he had the very distinct feeling that this was not the bigger problem at hand, that he needed to make things right before Vince brushed it off like he did with everything and plastered a sunny smile on.

"Vin-"

"Are you done?" Vince squeezed his nape, using the washcloth now to wipe at his mouth and chin, unbothered, "hey, Luke, look at me. Are you done?"

He nodded, eyes searching Vince's face and trying to communicate he hadn't meant that throw away accusation for a second, "I'm really so-"

"Let me clean this up," Vince interrupted him, and his voice was firm, very purposefully keeping Luke from finishing his sentence. He got up from the bed, "drink some water, you're dehydrating."

He took the bin and Lucas' eyes burned. He didn't have enough liquid to cry, but he felt like crying and his hands were shaking like hell as he tried to grab the mug on the bedside table. He took a shuddering breath, trying to obey the simple order to drink up.

Lucas took about three gulps, before his stomach immediately rejected it. Without any warning, he hiccupped and the gulp he was trying to push down came up, along with another retch, the now warm water splattering all over his hands, the mug and his naked chest.

He let out a pitiful groan, feeling like a burden and unable to lift up his head, more than a little embarrassed.

"Aw, man," Vince's voice was suddenly much closer, freezing hand coming to cup Luke's forehead. They felt like ice cubes. He tried to pull away, but Vince kept him put, taking the mug from his hands, "you're alright, okay-"

"I'm sorry," Lucas insisted, feeling like absolute garbage, in all senses of the word. His body hurt all over and he didn't seem able to complete one simple task like drink water and he had just been so mean, so uncalled for, "I'm really sorry, Vin-"

"That's okay," Vince was frowning at him and it didn't look like he forgave him one bit, "you're burning up, Luke."

"No, stop, please-" his fingers were sticky and Lucas' belly turned at the sensation. He gagged, "you're not listening-"

"I'm listening," Vince was all gentle, grabbing his naked arms, "c'mon, we need to cool you off..."

"I'm sorry, I-I," Vince pulled him up and Luke's knees immediately folded. Many more dark spots danced in front of his eyes and he closed them, taking shallow breaths and clinging to Vince in order not to pass out. The ground felt unsteady under his knees, he wasn't sure if he was tipping forward or backwars.

"Shhh," Vince was rubbing his back, up and down in a soothing manner, fingers eventually coming to his scalp, "I got you. You're alright, we can get up in a bit."

"I'm sorry," Lucas repeated, dizzily. He wasn't sure what he was apologizing for anymore, but it felt important.

"I know, you didn't mean it," Vince squeezed his nape, "are you ready to get up?"

"Yeah..." His voice felt completely detached from his body. Vince wrapped his arm around Lucas' back, then, without warning, he looped the opposite one under his knees, lifting him up bridal style.

The sudden change of position caused Lucas to squeeze his eyes shut, trying to fight the wave of vertigo that hit him. He clung to Vince's shirt, then the world seemed to go all black and suddenly he was being pushed inside of Vince's crammed little bathtub.

Luke's head lolled, meeting his best friend's shoulder and he let out a yelp as Vince turned on the showerhead and started to wash the watery vomit from his chest.

He must've dozed off, because next time Lucas felt lucid enough, he was no longer in the tub, but tucked in bed. There was a clean bin on the ground and the room was light, sunlight spilling past the kitchen window and bouncing off Vince's pink wall.

His eyes felt like they had sand in them and his mouth tasted like something had died inside of it, a horrible pounding in his head. Lucas rolled on the bed, noticing how sore his stomach was from all the heaving and coughing, and slowly pushed himself up.

The bed only had a thin sheet, which caused Lucas to shiver and pull it up. He felt clammy, but still freezing.

"I'm sorry," Vince said, sounding more than a little exhausted and startling Luke, who had somehow missed him in the room. How he had not seen Vince when he was the size of a fridge was beyond him, but his friend was leaning on the kitchen sink, drinking coffee. He didn't look like he had slept at all, "for the sheets, your fever climbed too much. I'll get you a blanket."

He moved to the living room, then stepped back in the bedroom area and threw it over Luke's legs, "better?"

"Y-yeah," his throat was raw, voice almost gone. Something settled in his chest as the previous night started to come back, "how long-"

"You passed out around two AM," Vince figured out his question, "your fever only started to go down around four and now it's-" Vin yawned, checking his phone, "almost eight."

"Fuck," Lucas, hugged his knees, planting his chin on top, "I- I remember being so mean," he said, not daring to meet Vince's eyes. The wounded look he had put on his best friend's face was haunting him, "I'm sorry, I-"

"Didn't mean it," Vince completed for him, "yeah, I heard it the first one hundred times," he moved around, grabbing a Gatorade bottle in his fridge and pressing it to Luke's hand, "take a sip."

"Please talk with me," Lucas begged instead and Vince pushed the bottle with his fingers. As a good faith act, Luke took the tiniest sip he could manage and lifted up his head, pathetic and hopeful.

Vince was frowning at him, not smiling like he expected. Lucas wasn't sure if this was good or not, if it was a good thing that his friend wasn't pretending to not be hurt as he normally did, or if it was bad that he was this wounded.

"I'm not daft," Vince said after a minute, "I know Max is flirting with me."

Lucas opened his mouth to say something, but Vin shut him up with a gesture, "he's not subtle and I'm not stupid. I like Max, I think he's a good guys, with a good heart, who's fun to hang out with and who's really lonely and wants a friend. And I don't think he's actually in love with me at all, I think I'm his friend and he doesn't remember what having one feels like and sure, he's a little infatuated."

"You could've said that-" Lucas croaked and Vince's mouth snapped shut, leveling him with a glare.

"Wendy is not one bit concerned about Max, she called it from the minute she saw him around me," he scoffed, "and neither are you. You're jealous because you think Max is trying to take your place as my best friend and I have no control over how you feel, Luke, just like I have no control over how Max feels. You two are both grown men, in case you've forgotten."

That stung. Lucas flinched at the words, but nodded, "I know. I'm sorry. I didn't believe that for a minute, I was- am just angry Max gets to have all of you and I couldn't tell if you understood he was flirting with you, so I aimed for the weak spot-"

Vince raised his eyebrows, not impressed, but as if he wasn't expecting Luke to admit to it so easily. He nodded slowly, "good. I can't make you like Max, but I like him and he's sticking around, whether you want it or not."

Lucas' throat felt like there was a knot there, which didn't ease until Vin continued, "and he's not replacing you, you idiot. No one can do that."

His eyes stung and Lucas ducked his head, clearing his throat and busying himself taking another sip of his drink. When he looked up, Vince still wasn't smiling, "what is it?"

"If you ever try to imply I'd cheat on Wendy, or anyone I love, meaning it or not, I will-"

"Punch my teeth in?" Lucas interrupted, knowing he was well deserving of that anger, except Vince simply scoffed at him.

"I'll end our friendship so quickly you won't know what hit you," he said calmly and that felt like a bucket of cold water being dunked on his head. Lucas' eyes widened, as if he had been slapped, but Vince held his ground, "I do not need friends, or best friends, who think that poorly of me."

"Vin, I didn't mean it," Lucas pleaded, but Vince waved him off, face going all wrinkly with a tired smile.

"I know. You heard me, though," he pushed Lucas' shoulder, back down against the pillow, "get some rest, Luke."

[ephie-om]

A Gentle Wrath (Part 2)

Part 1

Satan’s hand rests comfortably in yours as you walk slowly down the sidewalk. The late-night air has a slight chill to it, but he made sure to check the weather before walking you home and brought an extra jacket for you just in case. It was lucky enough that you were able to find a job safe for you in the Devildom; he wasn’t about to take any chances that you could get sick or hurt on the way back to the house. His thumb strokes your hand idly as you walk and he matches your pace effortlessly.

You talk about your day aimlessly, wandering from topic to topic and he listens happily. Truth be told, this is his favorite part of the day, finally reuniting with you at the end of it all. The conversation includes anything and everything that comes to mind. Your classes at RAD, the book he read today at lunch, how you need to get new work shoes, plans to sneak a taste of Lucifer’s newest demonus variety. 

He always prefers to listen more than talk during these walks. Back at home, you’re a little too indulgent of his brothers’ whims to walk all over you in a conversation. This is the only time guaranteed to him to hear your voice in the quiet. Every time you trip over your words or laugh at your own joke is another tally in his journal of reasons to love you. 

The front gates of the House of Lamentation come into view all too soon for his liking, but you heave a relieved sigh. “Your feet hurt?” he guesses. You nod and push open the door. The warm air hits both of you like a wall, and he can hear your stomach rumble as you catch the smell of meat from the kitchen. “How long for dinner?” he calls out. Levi’s voice answers him, echoing through the foyer. “Maybe thirty more minutes, if I don’t burn the damn noodles again.”

You chuckle and Satan looks over at you, mirroring your smile easily. “You have time for a quick shower, if you’d like.” 

“Definitely,” you answer quickly. “But he’d better have that done by the time I get back down here, or I might turn into Beel.” He laughs and watches you head upstairs, deciding he had better stay and make sure dinner gets done on time. 

You and Satan find yourselves sprawled across his couch with full stomachs and eyes fluttering shut. He’s propped himself up against the arm of the couch to hold you. The feeling of your head resting on his chest with his arms around you is second to none. He lets his eyes close, reveling in the moment, when you break the silence. 

“Satan?”

“Hm?”

“Do you remember the first time we ever did this?”

He laughs, his torso making your head shake. “Of course I remember. You fell asleep on me during the movie that you picked out and then apologized about a hundred times when you woke up.”

You smile into his chest. “I felt so bad. I really didn’t mean to fall asleep, but that was before I knew how comfortable you were.”

He grins. “Honestly, I was just happy you trusted me enough to sleep.”

You raise your head to look up at him, confused. “Why would I not trust you enough?”

“Well…” he trails off. “I didn’t know if you could. Not after everything I did.” He glances down to see you still frowning. “I mean, I threatened you into making a pact with me, spent most of my free time pissing you off, tried to kill you multiple times, then tried to play nice with you. I wasn’t sure if you were ever going to trust me.”

You huff in annoyance. “None of you liked me when I got here, remember? A lot’s changed since then.” He opens his mouth to agree with you before you cut him off. “Wait a minute. Is that why I saw that stack of books in your room about humans the night I fell asleep on you? You were trying to figure out how to get me to trust you?” Satan can feel the blush rise to his cheeks.

“You could say that,” he mutters.

“Well, what would you say?”

He takes a deep breath, trying to find the words. “I would say that every time you picked me up off the ground when I fell, every time you tended to my wounds before whatever I broke in my rage, every time you tried to cheer me up, there was this… tenderness behind it. It broke me more than being angry. Being angry is something I’m used to; it’s woven into my being. But being cared for is still new to me. And I was so scared that despite everything you did for me, I would never be able to give you the same care. My research on humans yielded almost nothing, which certainly didn’t help. But somehow you still fell in love with me. And more importantly, you let me love you.” He feels his throat tightening as he speaks, and he presses a kiss to your forehead to stifle his emotions. “I know I’m not the most experienced lover or the most romantic, but you’re still here, so I think I must be doing something right,” he says softly, almost to himself more than you. 

You brush your fingers idly over his arm. “I don’t know how I could ever not trust you. You think this isn’t gentle?” He bites the inside of his cheek. You were right. Of course you were. It was so gentle, so caring, the way you relaxed into his body and the way his arms rested on you. “I trust you,” you murmur. “I wish you knew how much I do. And I don’t ever want to hear you say you don’t deserve to be cared for, alright?”

He mutters a quiet “okay” into the top of your head, and you pretend not to feel his chest heave. His fingers run up and down your back, proving to himself again and again that you were here and you weren’t going to leave. 

You fall asleep in his arms again that night. And for the first time, he falls asleep too.

[wolvietxt]

𝓯orever and 𝓪lways.

pairing : logan howlett x fem!reader warnings : light angst, crying, fluff, overall chaos, insecurities, hurt / comfort summary : it was finally you and logan’s wedding day, with the pressure mounting and wade’s constant input, you were finding it hard to not let your insecurities get the better of you. wc : 1.3k

it started chaotic, of course. you’d expected nothing less with wade as logan’s best man. he’d been milling around the bridal suite for the past half hour, offering unsolicited advice and increasingly absurd ideas for how to make your grand entrance memorable. currently, he was debating the merits of pyrotechnics versus smoke bombs.

logan must’ve been losing his mind in the groom’s suite, but you hadn’t seen him since the morning. something about tradition, he’d said with a lopsided grin, his hand brushing your cheek. you hadn’t even responded, just kissed him back with the kind of desperation that left your chest aching after he left.

now, though, the reality of what you were about to do started to sink in. a low, rolling wave of panic settled in your stomach, twisting and tightening with every passing second. the dress suddenly felt too tight, the room too warm, and your pulse too fast. you were getting married. to logan. it wasn’t that you didn’t love him - you did, fiercely, wholly - but the weight of forever pressed against your ribs.

“i think i’m gonna be sick,” you muttered, bracing yourself against the vanity. your reflection stared back at you, wide-eyed and pale.

wade, for once, didn’t crack a joke. his brow furrowed as he stepped closer. “oh, no. cold feet? or, like, bad shrimp in the hors d'oeuvres kind of sick? because i warned logan about those caterers - ”

“wade, please not now,” you whined, more harshly than you intended. you took a shaky breath, trying to ground yourself. “i just… what if i’m not enough for him? what if i ruin this?”

he blinked at you, then broke into a wide grin. “not enough? are you kidding me? have you met logan? that guy would crawl through broken glass for you. wait, no, bad example - he’d heal - but you get my point. he’s crazy about you.”

you looked down at your hands, the diamond on your finger catching the light. wade’s words rang true, but your anxiety wasn’t so easily quelled. “what if i can’t live up to everything he deserves?”

“listen,” wade said, surprisingly gentle, “logan’s no saint. he’s rough around the edges, grumpy as hell, and has a tendency to scare small children with his ‘resting murder face.’ but he loves you, and he’s lucky to have you. trust me.”

you swallowed hard, your heart thudding unevenly. “i just… i don’t want to let him down. i’m really scared, wade.”

before wade could respond, there was a sharp knock on the door. it creaked open slightly, and a familiar voice rumbled, “everything okay in there?”

logan.

your heart jumped, but you didn’t answer immediately. wade, ever the opportunist, took the chance to dart to the door, opening it just wide enough to slip through. “hey, bud. she’s fine. just a little pre-wedding jitters. totally normal. nothing to worry about.”

“wade, move.” logan’s voice was firm, and a second later, he pushed past the mercenary. his eyes landed on you instantly, dark with concern. “you alright, darlin’?”

you wanted to lie, to brush it off and plaster on a smile, but the worry etched into his face undid you. “i don’t know,” you admitted quietly. “i just… i feel like i’m going to mess this up.”

logan stepped closer, his hands finding yours. his touch was warm and steady, grounding you in a way nothing else could. “mess what up?”

“everything,” you whispered. “us. you deserve someone who’s… i don’t know. better.”

he frowned, his grip tightening. “don’t say that. you think i’d be standin’ here, about to marry you, if i didn’t know exactly what i was gettin’? i don’t need perfect, sweetheart. i just need you.”

his words hit you like a freight train, and tears pricked at your eyes. “but what if - ”

“no what-ifs,” he interrupted gently. “you’re it for me. always have been, always will be.”

your chest ached with the weight of his sincerity. you reached up, cupping his cheek, and he leaned into your touch, his stubble rough against your palm. “are you sure about this?”

logan huffed a soft laugh, his lips curving into a small, crooked smile. “damn right i am.”

behind him, wade cleared his throat obnoxiously. “as touching as this is, we’re on a schedule, lovebirds. chop-chop.”

logan shot him a glare but didn’t let go of your hands. “you ready?” he asked, his voice low, meant just for you.

you nodded, the last of your nerves dissolving under the warmth of his gaze. “yeah. i’m ready.”

the ceremony went off without a hitch - mostly. wade’s toast was predictably chaotic, filled with inappropriate jokes and just enough genuine sentiment to make you and logan laugh. the vows, though, were what stayed with you. logan’s voice had been steady but rough with emotion, his words simple yet profound. he’d promised to be by your side, to fight for you, to love you with everything he had. you’d barely managed to get through your own vows without crying, your voice trembling as you told him he was your home, your heart, your everything.

later, as the night wound down and the guests filtered out, you found yourselves alone under the soft glow of the string lights. the reception had been beautiful, but this moment - just the two of you - felt perfect.

logan pulled you close, his hands resting on your hips as you swayed together. “you know,” he murmured, his breath warm against your temple, “i was nervous too.”

you looked up at him, surprised. “you were?”

“yeah.” his lips twitched into a faint smile. “not about marryin’ you, though. that was the easy part. just wanted to make sure it was everything you wanted.”

your heart squeezed at his words. “it was perfect, logan. you were perfect.”

he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips. it was slow and sweet, filled with all the love he couldn’t quite put into words. when he pulled back, his eyes were soft, a rare vulnerability shining through.

“i love you,” he said, his voice rough but steady. “more than anything.”

tears welled in your eyes, but this time, they were tears of happiness. “i love you too.”

logan smirked, pulling you closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between you. “good. ‘cause you know you’re stuck with me now.”

you laughed, resting your head against his chest as the sound of his heartbeat filled your ears. “i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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[reallysirius71]

Sailor song (Wolfstar 's version)

"Don't laugh, Remus." Sirius pouted, playing with Remus' fingers with his head on the other boy's chest. It was Saturday and they'd yet to leave their dorm, comfortable and happy as they laid on Remus' bed. "The sea is so peaceful. It's graceful and beautiful and I dunno ... I've never felt bad at my family's beach house. I'd love to live there with you." Sirius turned his head to look at Remus with a soft expression. "Could run away when we're 17. We'll lose the trace."

Remus chuckled softly and sent butterflies to Sirius' stomach. Maybe it was another one of his half baked ideas or another daydream, Sirius didn't even know himself and he didn't care. He wanted to steal Remus away. He'd put him in his pocket and keep him safe, keep him hidden from the moon and Sirius would hide from his family then maybe neither of them would have to feel pain again. After everything, they deserved that most of all.

Sirius wanted to run away and be pirates with Remus. Or start up a self sustaining farm where it could just be the two of them until they're bones on a farmhouse porch, watching the sunrise one last time.

Start a life of crime maybe but they'd never be caught because of Remus' brain and they'd eat the rich.

A life of sailing doesn't sound so bad either. Travel the world on the ocean and it would just be the two of them.

Sirius would follow Remus anywhere, be anything for him because he loved him so fucking much. He loved Remus so hard that it hurt to breathe. Loved him and needed him like oxygen and his kisses like food. Maybe it wasn't normal to love like that but it wasn't something Sirius could change.

Remus was beautiful and kind and smart and funny and a goddamn good lover. He was sensible and forgiving and the right amount of mischievous. He was helpful. He was like a dream that Sirius never wanted to wake up from. He was everything that Sirius wasn't and Sirius so badly wished Remus could see himself through his eyes.

"Sure, Siri. Beach house at 17." Remus used his other hand to comb through Sirius' hair. Sirius smiled widely at him, all teeth and all joy, surprisingly a smile not a lot of people got to see. He closed his eyes and leaned into Remus' touch, letting him take his hand and kiss his fingertips.

"Doesn't have to be a beach house. Wherever you go is where I want to live. You're my home, moons."

[yandereshingeki]

work was. interesting today

[ronnabyte]

garmadon devouring his son ,HAPYP BIRTHDAY @dynamo-roll3r!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[moeblob]

You know, when I kept getting asked "so you didn't ever have severe pains before now?" in the hospital and I kept replying "I have a high pain tolerance" I meant it. However, there is only so much pain my tiny 4'9" body can hold... (aka I am sweating and in agony bc I'm getting told to use LESS severe pain meds so I don't rely on them too much and it is AWFUL)

[red40exe]

did i just book voice lessons with george salazar? yeah i think im gonna shit myself

[rapidhighway]

tummy hurts 😞

[sparklyoats]

…

[autisticlee]

don't you love when you dream you were stabbed or shot or fell and broke something or some other thing and wake up to some kind of severe pain that makes you wanna cry but you can't do anything about it to stop it. and bonus points if you also have to pee really bad so have to force yourself to get up 😐

also I accidentally missed my volunteering today because I tried to get up a few times but it hurt and I gave up and fell back asleep and kept getting woke up by those pain dreams fbddsjjsjjs I feel so disoriented and out of it. idk what to do about it. Just ignore it I guess 🥲 have to go back to work in a couple hours and mop up salt for 5 hours again. ugh. can the snow and cold stop existing now?????? it's so painful 🥲😭

also I can't tell if I feel like i'm going to throw up because of stomach issues or because sometimes my chronic pains seem to make me nauseous for some reason in general. or both???? I want to disappear for a while. not go back to work 😭😭😭😭

[velmashaircut]

One Punch Man characters who I think are similar to Genshin/ Honkai Star Rail characters (includes spoilers)

Starting with Drive Knight, I think he has quite a few similarities with Luocha and Dottore. Initially I was going to pair Luocha with Flashy Flash since they look similar and both wield swords, and I wanted to pair Metal Knight with Dottore, but I changed my mind.

For Luocha, the most obvious similarities he shares with Drive Knight that they both haul large, impractical objects with them whether they go; Drive Knight for his tactical transformations and Luocha carries a massive coffin for…delivery reasons?

They’re also very suspicious characters whose goals and allegiance are not obvious, Luocha has cleared up a bit but most of it is still up in the air. You could say the two of them have many versions of themselves as well: Drive Knight can transform with his tactical gear, and Luocha has variant selves in others games and universes (Otto).

As for Dottore, he's also rather mysterious despite it being clear he is morally messed up. They both dabble in experiments and capture beings for research purposes. Drive Knight does this so he can become stronger, which I think is linked to Dottore's reasonings, that is to elevate humans to the level of Gods. A case can also be made for whether or not they’re truly evil or just do things in the pursuit of strength of knowledge.

I would say Blast has the most resemblance to Capitano. Blast is the number one hero in the Hero Association, and Capitano is the number one Fatui Harbinger. Both are considered the strongest. Physically, both tower over their peers. Both are fighting for ‘greater’ causes against higher beings.

You could also say Blast is similar to Varka, personality wise they both seem rather relaxed but give off a powerful aura. They both also assist children in need (Tatsumaki for Blast, Razor and Rosaria for Varka) However, since Varka isn’t playable, and we haven't even got a face reveal, I went for Capitano instead.

Next is King who shares similarities with Bennett, Aventurine and Huo Huo. I think the first two are rather self explanatory,

Like King, for an unknown reason, Bennett has bad luck which is never bad enough for him to killed or graciously injured, and even sometimes works out in his favour. Even though King is always lucky enough to not be harmed, he is unfortunate enough to be constantly running into monsters against his will in the first place.

For Aventurine, both characters are associated with the number seven (it being King’s hero rank and Aventurine follow up attack requiring seven hits to activate). Aventurine’s absurd good luck also unwillingly comes with misfortunes of others, which you can argue also applies to King to a certain degree: he unintentionally takes credits for other heroes works, mainly Saitama’s, which leads to Saitama being seen as an inadequate hero to some. Sometimes people have to be hurt so King is spared.

For Huo Huo, both are stuck in careers that frighten them and cause much stress, but ultimately, both rise to the occasion and face their fears when it matters.

Amai Mask is also similar to quite a few characters, I don't want to list too many so I'm keeping it short.

Starting with the most simple similarity; both Robin and Amai Mask are famous and adored singers in their respective universes with cult followings.

Moving on to Furina, Amai and Furina are both performers, Furina primarily in theatre performances and Amai in shows/ movies. They also are forced to put on a façade that hides their true selves; Furina pretends to be a spoilt, and overdramatic Archon in order to protect Fontaine when in reality she's the complete opposite, Amai Mask acts like a vainglorious prick focused on fame and money but possesses a heroic soul he conceals to pull funding and support for the HA. (I think, its been a while)

Both are one of the few characters in their own media to have canon alternative looks: Furina with her Ousia and Pneuma forms which changes her hair and the colour of her clothes, Amai Mask with his changing hair cuts and colours, and his true monster form. It's said his physical features also change every few years and although the people in OPM chalk it up to plastic surgery, its just his shapeshifting abilities.

For Ayato, appearance wise, he’s similar to Amai with the blue hair and pretty boy look. Both are also some of the most stylish characters in their respective media's in my opinion. In addition, both possess influence in their respective circles: Amai excerices control over who joins the S Class and has power in the HA, Ayato has major political power and controls a secret ninja gang. Both are merciless and possess hidden strength; Amai Mask destroys anything he deems monster like, and Ayato disfigures assassins beyond comprehension, and literally runs a secret ninja gang to collect information across Tevyet.

Writing this, I realise Amai has some similarity with Argenti with their desire to wipe out anything they deem grotesque, but I've saved Argenti for someone else later on so I won't say anymore.

This may be odd but hear me out: Zombieman is a combination of Qiqi, Rosaria and Wriothesley. The most obvious being with Qiqi as they’re both zombies and thus are practically immortal.

For Rosaria, it was a toss up between her and Heizou as I don’t have enough space to pick both of them. Ultimately I went with Rosaria as she and Zombieman share an unnatural grey complexion. Both are also smokers and detectives, though that can describe Rosaria loosely. They are lone wolves who tend to stick out in their circles; Zombieman is technically a monster amongst heroes and Rosaria is only a nun in name and nothing more. They both conduct their own investigations for their own reasons, independent to who they work for.

Wriothesley was a last minute addition but I think Zombieman and Wriothesley are really similar. They also have soft spot for kids and are easygoing, but they both have a brutal side when pushed. I haven’t explained my reasoning well but the best way I can put it is like this: if you love Zombieman, chances are you will love Wriothelsey.

You could also say Zombeiman is similar to Collei due to sharing a past of being experimented on.

I had to swap the order for this as I think the HSR MC embodies both Saitama and Metal Bat. Although they don't have infinite strength like Saitama, the pair are distinct amongst their peers; Saitama broke his limiter and the MC has a stelleron inside them, granting them one of a kind strength and abilities. They both have a similar sense of humour, can be silly/lazy at times and both make funny facial expressions that are meme worthy. The MC and Saitama attract people rather easily and are often forced to tag along to help with other peoples problems. But you could just say that is a universal MC plight.

For Metal Bat, both he and the MC wield metal bats they use to smack people around with. Both are somewhat airheads at times as well. I thought I had more to say but it turns out I don't!

Finally we have Tank top master being similar to Itto and Argenti.

Both Tank Top Master and Itto run gangs that involve their ride or die hooligans buddies. They both just give off himbo energy which is why I paired them together. Another similarity is that they both get shown up repeatedly; Tatsumaki upstaged TTM and Kujou Sara bested Itto in a fight, both Itto and TTM decided they wanted to become stronger because of this.

Initially I was going to pair Argenti with Watchdog Man but I changed my mind as he is more similar to TTM. Both have ideologies they take to the extreme and swear grant them power; TTM with his tank tops and Argenti with his worship of the Aeon of beauty. Their crazed beliefs have both saved them from death; TTM's tank top resuscitated him, Argenti swears up and down that he see's Idrilla when he's on deaths doorstep and that somehow has repeatedly helped him overcome peril.

Personality wise, both are kind and chivalrous individuals that love to rave about their ideals and are always happy for people to join their cause.

I plan on making a second part to this post soon. I already know which characters I'll match Genos, Tatsumaki and Fubuki to and I have an idea for Sonic and Flashy Flash. If anyone has any recommendations or disagree with my picks let me know!

[likedaylighht]

There has not been a single moment in the past 24 hours where I’ve not been in pain of some sort and now to top it all off my period started so I’m also dealing with all of that

[luna-the-cretar]

It’s weird. I don’t normally cuddle with my other plushies (despite having 20 of ‘em) after the first day or so, even when I’m sick or hurt to the point where i basically have to be on bed rest, and yet. For some reason cuddling the ouaw plushes make me feel better. These little guys did not leave my arms when I was sick, and I keep alternating between Frost and Torbek right now (if not both, depending on my position and how I’m feeling)

I mean, they don’t make the pain go away, but they make it a bit more bearable. Until my grandma comes back with my pain meds, at least

[illdothehotvoice]

No one ever talks about hemiplegic migraines and how much they suck and ESPECIALLY no one ever talks about how much your head hurts THE NEXT DAY king my head felt FINE when I went to bed let me LIVE

[munch-mumbles]

I HAVE TO GET A LIBRARY CAAARRRRDDDD