#cause it got inflamated and stuff

[pressureplus]

Chronically ill fan here! I’m currently having a costochondritis flare up because I overworked myself. (My sternum cartilage is inflamed and uncomfortable) All I want is cuddles and kisses and to be taken care of while I try to sleep it off. Could I possibly get romantic Sebastian and fem chronically ill reader where Sebastian cares for her during a costochondritis flare if that’s okay?

You don’t have to do any research on costochondritis either. At surface level it’s just inflammation and pain mainly in the sternum/rib area that can be aggravated by heavy lifting

Chronically ill representation in readers is rare and I’ve never seen costochondritis rep.

I hope this is okay! Thank you so much!

As someone who is also chronically ill, I felt this in my bones. I got you

Sensitive, Sensitive

Pairings: Sebastian Solace x Fem!Chronically ill!Reader

Au: Classic

Warnings: Pet Names (Sunshine, Love)

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“Please- watch your hands.” You whine as Sebastian goes to pick you up. The additional pushing from his palms making your bones feel like they’re going to crack under all that pressure. You already felt like you weren’t intaking enough air, though you’re sure you are. That and the pain that you’d once almost worried could’ve been a heart attack waiting to happen? Yeah you didn’t need any more pain. You knew about your flare ups, knew you shouldn’t push yourself too hard, and you’d gone and done it anyway. Was it a bad idea? Yes but you’ve got to survive down here somehow, you’re not gonna eat if you lay around all day.

Your boyfriend, Sebastian, on the other hand already looked concerned. His hands taking the heavy box you were carrying right out from your grasp. His gaze flicking around the multitude of snacks you’d ripped out from vending machines in your desperation. You must’ve brought in at least several boxes of the stuff and while he hadn’t been too worried at first, the pained breaths you made sure changed his mind now. Your hand came up to almost attempt to soothe the ache with gentle rubbing, and maybe it helped a little but not nearly enough. Still you turned, getting ready to go back out with a new box when Sebastian coiled his tail around your legs and hips.

“Not so fast.” He hums, placing the box to the side and leaning down to your height.

“And what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going back out? I’m not done emptying the-”

“You’re done now.”

“What?”

“I said, you’re done now. Come on, Sunshine, we’re laying down.” He’s careful to lift you up. This time avoiding the area causing you the most pain. He’s gentle, lifting you up by the hips and gently pressing you against his oddly comfortable body. His snake-like form slithering into the backroom and right up to your makeshift bed. Although it certainly wasn’t as comfortable as the ones at home, it would do. It always did. He was gentle when he laid you atop the mattress and tugged a thicker, comfortable blanket over top of you. His body sliding up against you, wrapping himself as close to you as possible. You attempt to wiggle out only the once before giving in, in far too much pain to wrestle yourself free this time.

“We’re going to lay in bed until you feel better.”

“It’s probably not going to go away for a while, and the pain isn’t going to fully subside anyway. You have to work- it’s all you do. You don’t have to lay here with me just because I’m hurting.”

“Y/N, I don’t mind laying with you at all. Why would I?” He softens and tilts your head to him. His lips pressing against yours as gently as he can, soft and sweet before pulling back from you. The fins on the sides of his head doing that cute little wiggle you’d grown so accustomed to seeing.

“I’m supposed to keep you safe, that includes from yourself. You’re not going to overwork yourself any further than you already have. What you are going to do though is rest.” An arm wraps around your waist, another combs through your hair and the third functions as a comfortable pillow for you.

“You’re sure I can just lay down here for a while?”

“You’re being an idiot, why would I be upset at you for resting?” He hits you with immediate sass and playfully nips at your jaw. His hand that lays over your hip rubs slow little circle against it.

“You don’t have to be a dick.”

“I’m not, I just know you aren’t always the brightest crayon in the box. I don’t want you hurting, Love. Now quiet down a bit and get some rest, hm? I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

[millerflintstone]

I realized a couple of weeks ago that most of the little hairs that won't cooperate/fit in my bun are actually new growth and not breakage. I've had a lot of body stressors and life stress that I think have caused hair loss over the years. I've noticed that I'm not stressed here in NM like I felt in GA. I haven't been doing anything focused to my hair so maybe it's just growth due to lack of stress? IDK.

This ties into where my brain was yesterday. I was thinking about my life since 2017 while waiting for my scans at the imaging center. More about that under the cut. The TL;DR is that I'm way more relaxed and feeling better in NM vs GA.

2017 was the year I had a fairly large cyst adhere to my uterus and overtake my right ovary. I had surgery to remove that ovary and my right fallopian tube in the summer.

That December, I had my first mammogram. I had to come back for a diagnostic mammogram followed by an ultrasound which was then followed by a needle biopsy on my right side. Those results came back with guidance for me to schedule a wire-guided biopsy to remove the questionable area under general anesthesia. That happened the following March. That was two surgeries in 7 months.

The need for the wire-guided biopsy and the possible diagnosis stressed me out so badly that it affected my kitty, Gigabyte. My stress caused her stress that inflamed her bladder. No UTI was found but her vet ultrasounded her tummy and saw how inflamed her bladder was. Isn't that nuts? It's called Feline Idiopathic Cystitis. Gigabyte also pulled some of her tail fur out due to stress.

Then in 2019, I was struggling with crazy periods that were lasting for weeks. Since endometriosis was found in 2017, The suspected issue was that it was actually within the uterine muscle. That is called adenomyosis. A hysterectomy was recommended, so I scheduled it while being apprehensive about it. I'm glad I didn't change my mind, but it really weighed on me. That takes us to 3 surgeries in 3 consecutive years.

Work that year was insane. I actually even scheduled my hysterectomy around the project schedule. Crazy in retrospect and just crazy.

At my pre-op appointment, my gynecologist was looking through things and realized that some blood work had never been done and that an endometrial biopsy had never been done. They were able to do all the things that same day. That biopsy was ridiculously painful. Worse than anything IUD related.

Later that same day I got news that my sister died of a sudden heart attack. She and my mom were in Guatemala. I couldn't travel to them until I had healed up from surgery. That wasn't until March of 2020.

Then there was the start of the pandemic lock downs and almost getting trapped in Guatemala. If I had scheduled our return flight one day later, who knows when we would've returned back to GA.

Then there was more work stress, our parents dying just from old age/health crap, and job snafus including me not working full time for about a year. Unfriendly's bout with COVID really affected him. He still needs an inhaler at times. Gigabyte's decline was too rough. I can't even think about it without crying, still. And then we finally sold the GA house last year and moved to NM.

It's been a lot. The more recent stuff I glossed over but it certainly has been difficult without even taking into account our current political reality.

But I do feel better here. We lived in orange idiot country. I didn't realize how inundated we were with that crap over there. It was the norm for the area. Taking in the knowledge so many around me maybe didn't even consider me to be valid/human and living in that daily really wears on you. I barely see anything here.

And the beauty of this area? I'm hooked.

[igotanidea]

Distraction: Jason Todd x fem!reader

Summary : You can;t get over your ex and your best friend Jason is kind enough to be your toy to distract you from those thoughts.

warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI!!, swearing and bad night choices.

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„Son of a ......!”

It was 2 AM. Y/N was hanging in her friend’s apartment since her own was kindly flooded by her neighbours and was currently awaiting renovation.

Yes, she was supposed to sleep, but instead she reached for that stupid phone and her stupid brain made her do things she definitely shouldn’t have done. Not only at this hour, but like ever.

“Stupid idiotic fucker!” she hissed again.

“What you doing, nerd?” Jason, freshly out of patrol and out of his Red Hood gear leaned on the doorframe observing her carefully with a stern expression.

“Don’t worry the word was not aimed at you. This time.” She smirked, not stopping angrily scrolling through the page.

Jason smirk grew even wider when he approached the couch and sat down next to her.

“Whose name are you typing…..?” he asked innocently but Y/N knew better than to fall for that.

‘None of your business…..” she muttered, but before she could finish the sentence he grabbed her phone and tossed her into the other room.

“JASON!!!” she jumped off the couch terrified by his action.

“Whose name were you typing?” he grabbed her by the waist preventing her from moving.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” her inflaming enabled her to break free from his iron grip and she rushed to the bedroom immediately to assess the damage her phone sustained “what is wrong with you!?”

Despite her anger however, she could not beat the vigilante trained skills, speed and agility, so obviously Jason beat her in the race, quickly grabbing the device from the floor and holding it above her head easily while running through her DMs, texts and social media.

“JASON!!”

He had already found what he’s been looking for but it didn;t mean he was going to surrender that fastly.

“It’s a violation of privacy!!”

He didn’t let go. If anything his grip on the phone only grew harder as he stayed silent for the moment reading something, while his face was growing darker with every other message he came across.

“Give! It! Back!” poor Y/N was significantly lower than Jason so she tried to retrieve her property by jumping next to him like a little enraged kangaroo, yet failing miserably.

“You’re not getting this phone back anytime soon, Y/N.” he put the object on the highest shelf, completely out of her reach crossing his arms and looking at her sternly “You got some explaining to do.”

“Fuck….” She hissed

He said nothing, his blue piercing eyes focused on her, knowing well enough she would break soon. He could smell the guilt coming from the girl from a mile away.

“Fine!” she threw her hands in the air in frustration plumping on the bed, ruffling the sheets in the process. “Fine! I was stalking my ex. Kind of.”

“And why exactly would you do that?” he smirked but the intensity in his tone skyrocketed to 200 %. This was serious. Y/N was his friend. His best friend and the things she’s been doing lately was not good for her mental health.  And he could not have that.

She sighed deeply and fell on the bed on her back facing the ceiling, knowing she lost this round. Once Jason set his mind to something he was not going to let go. And apparently what he said his mind to at this moment was getting the answer out of her. Obviously lying was not an option, cause he was like a human lie detector (which sometimes made her wonder whether it was another aftermath of the Lazarus Pit)

“come on, Y/N. tell me. You know I take those stuff personally.” Jason muttered falling on the bed next to her, on his stomach propping himself on the elbows so he could look at her face.

“Because my stupid mind won’t let me rest…..” she sighed, closing her eyes.

“Hey, you do realise I’m here right?” his gaze and voice softened a bit. He always appreciated when people were honest with him. “If you feel like venting, ranting or even just talking I’m your man. Just please, for fuck’s sake don’t sneak around pretending like you’re good when you do stuff that are far from good. I won’t have that”

“Yeah well my body won’t let me rest either……” she blurted.

“Your body?” he raised an eyebrow in surprise, getting a bit curious of what she was going to say next.

“Yeah and I can’t even use my toy here…..” she cut out, her eyes growing wide realising what she just said.

He smirked.

She blushed.

ShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShitShit…………………………………

“Oh, god… that came out wrong……”

“Oh no… please, continue.” he grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief

“Screw you, Todd…..” she grabbed a pillow, putting it tightly onto her face and letting out a frustrated groan. “You’re mocking very personal matters here!”

“Did you just say you’re lusting over your ex?” he grinned, not even trying to hide how hilarious this whole situation was to him.

“NO!” she jumped and sat up facing him, her face being a mix of fluster and outrage.

“Oh you so did!” his grin grew even wider

“Stop it!”

“You said and I quote – my mind and my body won’t let me rest. Can’t deny it now.” Jason scooted a little bit closer to her, clearly playing with her.

“I didn’t say I was lusting over my ex! I just…. do…… generally…..” Y/N muttered to herself but obviously he heard that loud enough.

“Oh, really?” Jason raised an eyebrow not ready to drop the teasing. “So it's a general attraction to the human body of your ex?”

“NO!”

“You sure….?” He trailed his tone changing into a bit deeper, more hoarse as he looked into her eyes.

“Yes…..?” she tried to be convincing but out of nowhere it came out a bit like a question. She couldn’t for the love of god figure out why that gaze of his got her shivering a little bit.

“So who is this person that you are attracted to…..?” he moved a little closer to her, grabbing her hand and playing with her fingers. “Do I know him, perhaps…..?” he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, his breath on her face and neck making her skin tingle.

“Stop it……” she warned, closing her eyes, wanting to push him away and end that silly little game they were playing, but finding herself completely unable to.

“Stop what, princess……?” he paused pulling back to look at her again, his eyes sparkling, corners of his mouth lifting slightly at the blush creeping on her cheeks. “The flirting? The closeness? Teasing you about your ex?”

“Jace……” she almost moaned as she felt the warmth radiating from his presence, so close to her, her body aching for his touch, his kiss, caress, anything. Poor girl didn’t even realise how touch starved she was since the break-up with her ex. Not until now.

“Y/N……?” Jason asked, his voice turning a bit more caring and serious as he watched her body tense and shiver and her breath hitching. “Y/N……, princess….. “ he cupped her cheek forcing her eyes on his face “How long has it been since the break up?”

“A… a couple months…..” she breathed out, her body getting a mind of its own, much to her embarrassment. It was truly pathetic to turn into a puddle just because of a sexual teasing from Jason Todd and a few caresses. She was too old to act like a silly teenager who’s been touched for the first time. But she just couldn’t help it.   

The silence that fell between them when she stuttered those two words was deafening and she cursed herself internally. God, he wouldn’t let her live it down. He’ll make fun of her mercilessly and leave her alone to deal with the fire that’s currently burning inside her. The fire that she knew well enough couldn’t be satisfied with her toys of her fingers. And that realisation was overwhelming. Poor Y/N was barely holding herself from desperate whimpers. But she couldn’t have had Jason laughing at her current state.

“Y/N……” he whispered tenderly and she let out a gasp, shocked by both his tone and her body’s reaction to his tone. “Have you been lonely this whole time?” his hand on her cheek was slowly starting to burn and the fact that he begun rubbing her skin was surely not helping at all.

“Hmmmm…” she whimpered, her shoulders slumping.

“That definitely wasn’t a no…….”he grabbed her hand now and put it on his neck, letting her feel his body while simultaneously leaning forward to kiss her shoulder “I can change this whole lonely thing princess…..” his mouth moved a bit higher, trailing over her neck and moving to that sensitive spot just below her ear.   

“I…..I……” she stuttered and let out a single, quiet and soft moan when the tip of his tongue trailed over her earlobe, involuntarily clenching her thighs as well, already needing friction. It truly was embrassing giving herself to him on a silver platter “ah….I ….think…..”

“Yes, Y/N, baby? What do you think……?” he muttered kissing her cheek now and not stopping there. ‘Because I think your body language speaks to me pretty…well..…. “ he grabbed her other hand and put it on his chest letting her caress his still clothed body, letting her imagination run loose. Allowing all her little fantasies to come in her head. She looked so anxious of where this was going and yet so eager at the same time, not stopping him, while her fingers played with the material of his clothes.

“I…..I need some distraction…..”

“A distraction, huh? his voice dropped another octave, on purpose obviously. Jason definitely knew how to use his voice for his benefit and it drew Y/N like a moth to the flame. His hands landed on her thighs travelling up as he made sure to use just enough strength to made her feel….

“Jace……” she couldn’t hold back another moan when those big strong hands reached for the hem of her shirt, lifting it just an inch to brush over her burning skin, that instantly covered with goosebumps, shiver running down her spine. Out of pure instinct she gripped his shoulders, her whole body moving slightly forward.

“I don’t need batteries, princess…” he murmured, grabbing her waist and pulling her on his lap in one swift motion not giving her any chance to object, not that she was going to. “I can be your toy……” his lips moved to the crease of her neck and shoulder, nibbling gently, enjoying all the little whimpers and moans she was making already and loving the way she was still fighting her own urges.

Jason wanted to break her, to give her good time, but he aimed to achieve that goal in a gentle way, thought the tender convincing, exposing her true needs. His hand slid though her hair, pulling her head back a little to move along her neck, licking the skin and getting another sound of pleasure.

“Ah…mmm…Jace…. It’s late….We’re both tired….. We shouldn’t....”

“come on, baby…..” now he was biting on her earlobe “ don’t fight yourself… you want this…. You need this. And most importantly…..you deserve it…… I’ve been there too, princess….. That's no shame.....Just let it happen.....”

Oh he was right….. He was so freaking right. And he knew it.

“I can give you this distraction you so desperately crave…..” he said while slowly laying her on her back, his body hovering over her “and so much more too….” She could feel his breaths against the nape of her neck. His body shifted so that he was lying on top of her, waiting for an answer.

“No feelings involved…… I don’t need feelings…..” she moaned

“No feelings…..” he whispered, slowly undoing the first button of her shirt, moving the collar aside and brushing his nose and lips over her collarbone.

“Shit…..” her back arched immediately.

“You want to feel me…..?” he kissed her briefly, giving her foretaste before pulling away and looking into her eyes “you sure you want no feelings involved?”

“Mmhh… yes… definitely. I don’t need falling.” Y/N was getting desperate, tired of his charades and the whole foreplay. “It’s just sex, nothing more……”

“Mhm…. Absolutely…. I’m just helping you out here….. with not thinking. With distracting you.”

He brushed his lips against her ear, his breath hot on her exposed skin. “What if I say it’s more than a distraction? What if I mean this? What if I say I want you and I need you?” He paused and she could feel his fingers gently running down her neck.

„Mhmhm......” she whimpered „I don’t need feelings.....”

„Okay than baby.....” he pressed his whole body weight onto her, lips finding the pulse point on her neck biting gently making sure to leave a hickey there, tip of his tongue flicking over the sting to ease the pain a bit. „Let’s forget about feelings..... It;s just physical release” he moved his hands, down her body, tracing the skin over the hem of her sleeping shorts. „you’re so tense baby.....” he brushed his nose down her clothed torso making her shudder „so tense, but I can ease that tension.....” his mouth hovered over the place his hands were tracing barely a minute ago.

And she couldn’t form a single word, just waiting and wishing and hoping he would make that sweet promise come true for her.

„Say it Y/N......” he kissed her stomach „Just say you want this and I can take care of the rest..... Do you want this princess?” his hands dived under her shirt, travelling all the way up to her breast, smirking when he touched her bare breast, squeezing the sensitive part of her.

„Mhmm.. shit!” she could feel the heat between her legs, the evidence of her wetness on full display since her shorts did nothing to hide it.

„Do....you.... want... this?” he teased mercilessly starting to play with her nipples.

„Yes......” she finally breathed out, her mind turning off

But it was not enough for Jason. He had to hear her beg for him. He was going to do everything she wanted but had to have his fun as well. So instead of fulfilling her needs he pressed his  body more onto her, letting her feel how big and hard he already was. His lips hovered over hers, his fingers leaving her breast and moving to the lower buttons playing with them but not doing anything more than that

„That’s all I need to know, sweetness. Do you want this? Say it again.”

„Jace.....please.....”

He pressed his lips to hers, hard, brushing his hard on over her most sensitive part, smirking when she opened her legs a bit more and matched his movement.

It was only dry humping but they both knew how close to their limits of fooling around they were. Y/N was ready to beg for him and he was ready to surrender and finally shift all her attention to her body needs and not her thoughts.

„tell me you want me.....” he breathed heavily into her ear

„I..... I want you to help me out......”

„Oh, my sweet baby.... I’ll do so much more than that.....” he pulled her shorts down in one swift motion leaving her bottom completely bare, licking his lips at the view in front of him. „I’ll make you scream....” he spread her legs holding her thighs open so she wouldn’t dare changing position. „I’ll make you squirm and forget about your ex and whole world. I’ll give you the pleasure you never felt before.” he leaned leaned down and nuzzled his nose into her inside thigh, brushing it up to her most sensitive part, his eyes still focused on her, shining with lust and desire. „Tell me you want that.....” he licked the spot that was already aching for attention, the taste so sweat his eyes almost rolled to the back of his skull.

„YES!” she moaned, just that one tiny movement making her break completely.

She was lost.

Lost to him.  

„Good girl....” he muttered getting down to business.

Before she realized what was happening, her legs were already on his shoulders and he was sucking, flicking and licking in all the right places focused only on making his previous words come true. He was going to make her feel as good as never before (and probably never after). It was not his intention to show off, but she knew that with all this skill he was currently presenting, making her clit burn and her whole body shiver he was going to wreck her for anyone else.

She moaned when he pushed against her folds.

She pulled at his hair when he started to eat her out.

He buckled her hips and practically fucked herself on his face when he add the fingers and started pumping in and out in a perfect pace, slowly, methodically pushing her to the climax.  

She was reduced to the form of a moaning mess with each move, each brush, each caress.

„fuck....!” she scratched his scalp and he let out a groan sending a wave of pleasure through her pussy he was currently devouring „fuck... fuck, yes....!”

There was no more games, no more teasing. He was going to fuck her brains out. Just like she wanted, even though the poor girl had no idea what it meant when he first offered. She was going to remember his touch for a very, very long time, if not forever.

Their bodies took the steering wheel completely.

Y/N was begging and crying and sobbing.

Jason was giving and taking all at the same time, his cock throbbing in his jeans when he pushed her legs further apart and closer to her chest to get better access to her center.

God, she was delicious, Everything about her was perfect. Her body, her moans, her shivering, her pulling at his hair.... and god... her taste.

He had to keep his control to not cum in his pants at the thought he was the one making her feel like this. She was his. Everything about her was his at the moment and he was not going to waste any piece of his treasure.

It was perfect. Fucking perfect.

Except from one thing.

„Jace!!” she cried out, throwing her head back, ready for what was coming.

„No.....” he panted, pulling back and looking at her.

At that moment he didn’t look anything like the Jace she knew.

He looked like a fucking predator ready to take what he wanted.

What he needed.

And the way his eyes was so lust blown made her wanting, needy and even wetter. „No, princess. You’re not gonna come on my tounge or fingers... No..... I’m going to give you something so much better.

He practically ripped her shirt of her, exposing her completely, taking a second to enjoy her naked body on full display. Only for him. Just a second though, before throwing his own shirt away and attacking her chest.

She was on fire.

With the way he was biting all over her breasts with no mercy, rubbing, twisting and pinching her skin she just surrendered completely wrapping arms around him, digging nails into his back muscles only spurring him on with that gesture.

She wanted to beg for more, to cry, to scream his name but the intensity left her breathless, wordless, turned into a puddle with no words coming. The only thing she was capable of was panting and gasping, matching his movement, letting her body speak for her when he squirmed and flexed into his lips, tongue and teeth.

„J-J-J......”

„Yes.... I’m here baby....... Bet you could never get that with your toys, huh?” he sucked on her right nipple, twisting it with his tongue, abusing it, almost to the point of hurting but at this point of sexual drive and need she couldn’t care less, tangling fingers into his hair, pressing his head closer, wanting more and more...

He repeated the action with another nipple, making sure both of them were equally red and pebbled before releasing the other with a loud pop.

„how does that feel, baby?” he whispered „are you ready for the best part.....?” he didn’t wait for her answer, checking himself, his fingers brushing over her folds, gathering the slick and spreading it all over her entrance.

„Jace.... Jay..  please....please.....!

„Shhh, baby....” he pulled back to remove his jeans his hard and thick cock finally free, aching to dive inside her soft, warm and wet body. He grabbed the condom, opening it with his teeth while still looking into her eyes which turned her on even more and capably put it on.

He clearly had experience but it was not her worry of how many girls he had before. She only wanted his body, nothing more. That was what they agreed on.  „I told you I’m your toy...... Now you can use me.....”

Jason didn’t waste another second taking her with one movement, bottoming out with ease, stretching her so deliciously they both moaned loudly at the feeling. But there was not time to rhapsodize. This was neither love nor intimacy to take any admiration breaks and whisper sweet nothigns to each other.

This was release and they only wanted to achieve the high.

So he started pushing without hesitation. In and out, in and out, fast, hard, relentlessly, the grip on her waist becoming so amazingly painful, definitely leaving bruises. His lips ended on her neck adding to the stimulation ready to give her all of him. Jason wanted her to feel every little thing she was missing for the last couple months.

But when his mouth travelled up and collided with hers his thought suddenly changed.

It was not just sex for him.

He didn’t just want to be her toy, her distraction.

He wanted her.

The warmth of her body, the tenderness of her touch, the taste of her soft lips, her moans and whimpers, yes.

But he also wanted her love.

And it was bad.

Cause that was not what she needed.

She said it: no feelings, no falling.

And the realization that he was not going to get what he wanted made him act erratic and a bit violent.  He bit on her bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood, but not stopping even when the metallic taste of it invaded his mouth. If anything it only made him more predatory kissing her with desire, unspoken need and unprecedented urgency while his hips was snapping relentlessly and he kept thrusting inside her.

He could die like that from the intensity and judging by the way her body was shuddering from the building orgasm she was not opposed to doing the same.

But he couldn’t let her choke, forced to leave her mouth and allow Y/N to breathe, instead moving to kiss and bit her neck.

If he couldn’t have her as his girl he was going to take her as his lover and use the opportunity to the maximum possibility.,

„Y/n.....” he groaned biting the sensitive skin, almost ripping her throat open.

„Jace...!” she cried out in response.

She was getting so close, so close and yet still greedy for more. Each snap of his hips send the wave of euphoria through her body, the feeling incomparable with anything, her body moving in line with the pace he set. They were on a highway to release now and as we all now, you can't turn around on the highway. There';'s only one way.

Forward.

And so they did. Speeding up even more, biting, scratching, touching, going at rough animalistic pace, not caring, not thinking, focused solely on release, making the bed shake and crack repeatedly.

„Fuck....!” she moaned feeling everything all at once, raking nails down his back, arching her whole body, feeling the band inside her on the verge of snapping, her body so ready to cum. "fuck... so good....!"

„yeah... fuck indeed....” he gasped. "you feel amazing, princess....." but If she was still able to talk then he was definitely doing something wring and had to add to the pleasure.....

„AH! Jace....” he screamed when he focused some additional attention on her clit, rubbing it with the perfectly practised motion. „yes.... yes.... yes.... yes!!”

„Fuck.... Y/N......, baby.....”

„Yes...!!”

„Just let go baby.....” he breathed out. God please let her come before I finish first... Jason thought to himself.

He was never the religious one, but it seemed like this time his prayers were answered when Y/N’s body tensed and released, once she cried out his name, finally exploding around him and he wished he could fuck her raw and actually become one with her.

Maybe in another life.

This was only fucking.

And he was letting her use him until she found someone new.

But definitely not better than him.

Her body finally got what it desperately needed and he couldn’t hide the smirk while pulling out and getting rid of the condom.

However, maybe it was a good thing she didn’t see how full of his come it was, cause with her intelligence and ability to connect the dots, she would figure out that what they just did might have meant more to him than to her.

It was better she didn’t know.

Or at least that was what he was trying to convince himself of when he helped her clean herself up and wrapped her in a blanket, putting an arm around her and pulling her close to his chest.

And staying awake while she slowly fell asleep, feeling satisfied in safe in her best friend embrace.

She stopped thinking, for sure.

But his mind was only begging to work.

Against him.

But still - It was so much better she didn't know what he truly felt.

@miraculous-panic I'm sorry, I just felt the insuperable urge to post it immediately.

[dark-and-kawaii]

As much as i love raphael, i really just need Haarlep and mephistopheles to destroy me and mock me. Love your darker fics involving the two 🖤 didn’t know I had a noncon kink until I read your stuff 🫣.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Mephistopheles' New Pet ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

♡ Dark Content

⋆˙⟡Summary: Haarlep has their way with you in Raphael’sbody, mocking yours and the Devil’s love you once had. Little did you know, Haarlep was simply warming you up for Mephistopheles.

⋆˙⟡Pairings: Mephistopheles x F!Reader/Tav x Haarlep

⋆˙⟡Content: NSFW - NONCON - MAJOR ANGST

♡ Notes: I got you my lovely anon!! Hope this scratches your kink even more xoxo loving this love for Mephistopheles & Haarlep!!!

Haarlep forcefully grabbed you by the hair, causing your back to arch uncontrollably as their cock- no what they were using as theirs… repeatedly entered and exited your well used sex. “Such an obedient little pup,” Haarlep cruelly taunted, mocking the pet name Raphael had given you.

You clenched your teeth, mustering the strength to retort, “Fuck you, Haarlep!”

They feigned disappointment, “Awh, that’s not very nice of you, pup.” their sharp teeth peek from their wide grin as they gripped your hair with more might, their nails digging into your scalp. With a forceful motion, Haarlep shoved your face into the icy floor, their other hand firmly on the back of your neck.

You whimpered as Haarlep continued to thrust into you while using Raphael’s form, your inner thighs stinging from the relentless abuse, your pussy raw and inflamed. Haarlep found great pleasure in your discomfort, knowing that with Raphael dead, you were now completely at their mercy. Though Haarlep had to admit, doing this to you in his body was a bit in ill taste... However they couldn't deny what Mephistopheles asked for. 

“Come now mouse, there’s no reason to cry! I am him! All of him! Can’t you feel it, it’s still his cock kissing your womb, throbbing, begging for release! For you to take all his seed and conceive a devilish spawn!” Haarelp laughs, “bahaha!” 

“H-Haarlep- Please! I’m beg-begging you!” You cried out as Haarlep snapped their hips again, “N’~ Please!! R-Raphael! Please stop talking about hi- *hicup*!!” 

A sob caught in your throat, Haarlep’s words cutting deeper than the physical pain. The sharpness of being taken without preparation, the coldness of your knees on the floor, your wrists bruised and lacerated from the enchanted chains wrapped around them… The sting from Haarlep’s teeth in your flesh, their claws mercilessly tugging- digging at your hair and scalp. Your tears fell faster as their pace quickened, the agony becoming unbearable.

The hand holding your neck down grabs your face, and they lean down further to bury their nose in the crook of your neck. Haarlep’s hot breath tickling your skin as their nose presses against you, inhaling your scent with a sick hunger. Their slick tongue gliding along the surface of your sweat drenched skin, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. 

A guttural groan escapes Haarlep's throat as they withdraw their mouth, “Don't stop now, my little pet," they continue to taunt, their voice filled with sadistic delight, “Be a good thing and keep begging for me, beg like the obedient puppy you are.”

You had no strength left to fight, no will to escape. Your tears stained the ground, your breath hot and labored, your body yearning for water, for Raphael to wisk you away... Slowly, you were withering away, your spirit broken, your hope shattered. You knew Haarlep and that bastard arch devil would keep you alive, you’d have to endure looking at Raphael’s shell for the rest of your remaining life… 

Haarlep was on the brink of finishing yet again, their eyes closing at the feel of your forced wetness, your body naturally reacting. You might not like what’s happening, but your body is surely enjoying the feel of “Raphael’s” cock, despite it not being truly his. You could feel yourself convulse and tighten around them, signaling your impending release. “There’s no need to hide it, give yourself to me, enjoy the pleasures I have to offer.”

The incubus fed off what little pleasure your body was experiencing. After all, it was what incubi did best. 

Whimpering, you whispered Raphael's name one last time, “Raphael…” hoping that somehow he would come to your rescue. Enraged that his incubus was violating his most treasured possession. But it was futile. He was gone, and nothing mattered anymore.

All you could do was pray to whichever god would listen. Closing your eyes, you begged for this nightmare to end, hoping that when you opened your eyes, Raphael would be by your side once more reading you his favorite poems. But no god seemed to be listening, for when you opened your eyes and turned your head slightly, Haarlep was still looming over you. Your eyes widened in terror as you saw behind them, there stood Mephistopheles. The very Arch Devil who had forced you into this hellish torment as soon as he finished consuming his own son…

Mephistopheles stared at you with a sadistic gleam in his eyes. He reveled in the sight of your brokenness, the despair etched across your face fueling his malevolence. Haarlep, sensing Mephistopheles’s presence, paused their assault, allowing you a brief moment of respite.

“Ah, my dear, you thought you could escape my grasp, didn't you?” Mephistopheles sneered, “But you see, my little plaything, there is no escape from me. Not after you were the cause of my own son's death!” 

Despite how you felt moments ago, your body had regained its control, its anger. How dare he! How dare he accuses you, “You fucking-!” You hissed. 

All it took were the words that released from his mouth and Haarlep's pause that allowed you a moment to gather your scattered thoughts and channel the wyvern inside you, “I had nothing to do with Raphael's death!” You continued, your body no longer trembling from pain or fear but from pure wrath, “You're the one who orchestrated this twisted game, using your son and I as pawns in your sick plan!” A crazed laugh escaping you, “And look! You still don’t have the crown back in your possession!! Only a foolish mortal that fell in love with your son and a lowly incubus!”

Mephistopheles' presence casted a dark shadow over the room. “You thought Raphael could save you, didn't you? Thought he would stand back up on his two feet and cradled you in his arms.” he taunted, “But Raphael is gone, my dear. I gave him a chance, a gift to ascend and he failed even at that. He couldn't protect himself, just as he couldn't protect you.” Mephistopheles chuckled, “I see all, I know all, and I enjoyed watching your love for my son grow, enjoyed watching as you helped him try to gain the crown. I could hardly contain myself when the opportunity arose to tear you two apart.”

He moved closer, his shadow engulfing you. His mere presence made your blood run cold. You had no choice but to stare into his fiery, red eyes, which glowed with a mixture of hatred and desire. Your heart was pounding so loudly that you could barely hear the words he spoke next.

“It is time for you to recognize your new master, little mouse.”

Haarlep chuckled and resumed thrusting, this time at an even more brutal pace. The pain was so intense that you could no longer think, your body going numb as your consciousness began to fade. At least you’d finally be able to rest as they did what they wished… or so you thought. That was until Mephistophele knelt down behind you, his clawed hands grasping the sides of your head.

As soon as you felt his touch, a strange sensation surged through your entire body. It was as if you were being pulled into his mind, his very soul. You could see him standing before you, a dark and twisted version of Raphael. And that’s when he snapped his hips forward, his thick, devilish cock stretching your once tight little asshole. You could feel every inch of him, the way his cock dragged against your walls, the way his shaft throbbed inside you.

“You're mine now, pet,” he growled, his voice dripping with lust, “Mine forever."

Your body began to shake uncontrollably, your pussy convulsing around Haarlep. Mephistopheles groaned, his grip on your head tightening, “By the hells, you really are quite exquisite.” The sharp ridges scraped the inside of your anus, “it’s no wonder why my son kept you all to himself.”

Your orgasm came violently, your pussy squirting and pulsating as both fiends used your holes. You felt so drained, perhaps that was because of Haarlep draining your very soul, or maybe it was from the anguish you felt… You just came all over Haarlep and Raphael’s father… You betrayed the devil you loved most, the devil who would never return.

You truly did belong to Mephistopheles now… You knew this was just the start of it all, knew that soon you’d be bearing him children. Knew that he would parade you around on a chain like some sort of pet, and use you however he wanted. This was your fate, and there was nothing you could do about it.

Mephistopheles released your head, and you fell limp atop of Haarlep. Tears streamed down your cheeks, but your body had no energy left to sob. The archdevil stood, his cock still lodged deep inside your ass, and stroked your hair gently. “You're going to make a fine breeder, little mouse,” he whispered, “I can’t wait for my son to see you swollen with his own fathers children.”

Your eyes widened, a new wave of fear coursing through you. Raphael was alive… And y-you were about to become his father's breeder.

Haarlep grinned at your sudden realization, and thrust into you once more. They savored the look of horror on your face, knowing that you had just discovered that your beloved devil was not dead after all.

[pumpkincryptid]

My MSM headcanons, part 9

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YES, I'VE SPLIT PART 9 INTO 2 shorter parts, COS I NEED TO YAP, BUT DON'T WANNA SPOIL MECHNISLET STUFF

• Oogiddy is knowledgeable on all kinds of toxins, venoms and poisons, and she's immune to all of them!

• Ironically enough, the toxins ^she creates cause her a few problems. Oogiddy breathes in poisonous gases and neutralizes them with acidic juices her own body creates. -> The resulting goop gets stored in an inner sac until she throws it up. Unfortunately that sac gets inflamed/swollen very easily, resulting in her often throwing up without meaning to.

• Oogiddy waking up and having to stay awake for hours at night because she just can't stop throwing up is an unfortunately regular occurrence.

• Rhysmuth often stays up with Oogiddy to keep her company and at least try comforting her. He also helps cleaning up the goo she threw up, if needed.

• Bemeebeth and Flasque both make a small hissing noise when they're angry, often without realizing.

• Bemeebeth and Oogiddy both can make their spit so acidic that it corrodes ceartain metals.

• The Workshopeans sometimes take turns singing (actual lyrics), so they can all have fun. It's not mandatory and usually it's Bemeebeth, the Quads and only a few of the Triples who do it.

• Nitebear, Pentumbra and sometimes even Bemeebeth seem a bit creepier than they realise. (Strong enough alignments to the Shadow Element).

• Piplash isn't immune to this^ either, Blarret usually says some silly stuff, Vhenshun just gets really into his more extreme plans and the creepy-talk habit rubbed off on Flasque, because he's mostly arpund Nitebear and Vhenshun.

• For the longest time, Rhysmuth thought Pentumbra(/"Swiss") is a girl and Vhenshun thought Swiss was a guy. Whaill had to butt in and tell them that Pentumbra is non-binary, 'cos the poor Shadow Quad just couldn't bring themselves to correct the guys.

• Teeter Tauter used to be affraid of the dark. Pentumbra was able to lessen that fear by telling them that the shadows aren't there to hurt them, instead they're keeping them company when no one else is and they wrap them up in the darkness of the night like a protective blanket. :]

• Pentumbra, Nitebear, Bemeebeth and Blarret can naturally see in the dark.

• Next ones Yoinked from @bottles-of-moss-2-oops, Flasque hates the sound of glass breaking. It's in his instincts that glass breaking = got hurt. || The first time something glass broke while Flasque and Nitebear were helping Vhenshun with some invention, Flasque kind if just froze up, then became very overstimulated and had to take a break while the other 2 cleaned the shards up.

• Vhenshun doesn't pay as much attention to his own well being as he does to the others', which lead to the Workshopeans shouting "health check" from time to time and everyone needs to respond with their current state, (fine, injured/not ok, treated).

• Flasque is good at fighting and has been in one. He won.

[retroghost16]

OMFG SHE'S BACK!!!!!!! Ok for context this is DrawingWiffWaffles a really cool art YouTube that I used to watch a ton. Unfortunately about 2 years ago her autoimmune disease flared up really really bad and kinda messed up a lot of her life. I don't think she goes into super personal medical details or names what specific disease she had other in the video itself but you she tried her best to let people know through YouTube posts how she was doing. She mentions her decending aorta was really inflamed that she was having immense back pain as if her heart was beating out of her back, so if someone knows what causes that exactly there's that. She stop uploading but kept her fans updated on the process and stuff a little bit. But people were genuinely afraid that she might've died at one point but she's finally back!! She made this really cool storytime scrapbook video talking about the whole 2 year ordeal, her struggles, and what she learned about it. It's got a really good and profound message in it and I felt it necessary to share on here as well. Other than that it's just a really good watch and you should go support her since she's finally back and has always been a really great piece of the art community on YouTube. Welcome back Rin!!!!

[oc-posting]

More posts!! yay!!

My pressure OC, Irina

She’s old because i haven’t been into pressure in a while shhhhh 🤫

What is her backstory?

TW; mentions of like.. r@pe abuse, and an OC originally made for shipping purposes.

she’s half russian (from her mom’s side, her dad is american 👅). She grew up in America, (Detroit, Michigan if we wanna get specific). Her mom was mostly not present, spending most of her time working her ass off, and her dad left the second she found out her mom was pregnant. She spent most of her childhood alone and developed a weird sense of mind because of it. Her mom was a brain surgeon so she had medical books lying around all the time and she read them, leading her to develop a strange fascination with the human body and surgery. On one of the few nights her mom was home and they got to watch a movie, a robber broke in and forcefully did it with her mom before robbing the place and leaving. She was 13 at that time. the situation left her mom completely broken, taking less shifts and bringing in less money. This caused Irina to have to get a job and support them. because of that, she made it her life mission to kill anyone who behaved the way that robber did. She got away with it until she was 16, when she was arrested for capital murder (she killed 25 men (all rapists and pedophiles)). She was put on death row (obviously). Three days before her trial an Urbanshade worker showed up and offered her a ‘way out’ and she obviously accepted, desperately wanting to help her mom and get back to her. obviously, that didn’t happen. She was roughly taken from her cell and shoved into this van before being driven down to a big old government looking building (urbanshade). She was the first human experiment. She was probed, poked, abused, and experimented on. she was there for 2 years before Sebastian showed up (so she was 18). She didn’t care much for him at first, never caring to interact with him beyond the simple sentience tests. She was still somewhat human looking by this point, only having a couple extra eyes, growing from 5’3” to 6’10”, growing scales and fins, etc. it was another three years before Sebastian actually did the whole releasing the beasts situation. She didn’t help much during this, not wanting to indulge in the violence that surrounded her, but she did help Sebastian when guards went after him. She managed to hide out and get locked down there with the other creatures. and when theres only one other sentient being (if we dont count painter) then you have to force yourself to interact with them. So they got well acquainted and stuff. As for her role, she’s a relatively docile being. She wont harm you unless you give her a reason to like the flash beacon. She’ll mostly just follow you around or chase you until you give her an item (batteries, beacon, medkit, etc). no one really knows WHAT she does with the stuff (she brings it to Sebastian for his stock). If you manage to catch her when she isnt chasing you, she’s just slithering around with a butt ton of items. (She’ll give you something in exchange for something else).

What does she look like?

Some fun facts about her!!

she cant talk. She speaks solely by Trilling and growls (look up eel sounds, its like that)

the one thing she really wanted in life was to go to college and become a therapist so she could make good money to support her mom while also helping people like her mom and most nights she lied awake in her cell, dreaming about what that could have been like

she relies mostly on her top and bottom pairs of eyes because the middle pair are extra sensitive to light (and since she was literally a lab rat, the rooms are gonna have bright lights, they were always closed prior to hiding herself around the facility)

her gills are constantly poking out cuz they’re always super agitated and inflamed and stuff

[haveihitanerve]

Okay wait so we all know the Bruce dating Batman bit- but say his kids follow in his footsteps. Its a horrible cover, but they're all idiots so whatever. Dick openly flirts with Nightwing on camera, and when he’s Nightwing he’ll purposefully wink and blow a kiss at Dick. Jason was caught with a Red Hood helmet one time and because he was blushing so furiously at getting caught everyone was like ‘awww hes dating Red Hood!!!’ and everyone was like ‘wow theyre so paradoxical- jason is a lil bean and Red Hood is a demon’ and after a bit jason staged a kidnapping and then saved himself and the fans went wild. Steph is openly in a polyamourous relationship with both spoiler and Orphan- cass is dating Spoiler and everyone wants to know if she knows that her lover is cheating on her with Stephanie Brown and Orphan but everyone is too afraid to ask, Tim is dating both Red Hood and Nightwing and Red Robin at one time because Jason is the one who saves him from getting kidnapped the most, Dick choses to bond with him while in the suit and one time damian couldn't find his suit so he wore Tim’s and everyone now just thinks Tim is the Batfamily’s whore pretty much, Damian is dating robin and this has never been like proven or even seen but everyone in Gotham just decided that naturally the youngest wayne has to date the youngest bat- and in order to inflame the rumors- and as payback for when damian wore his suit- tim sometimes will dress in his old robin outfit and scoop damian into his arms at galas or something. Babs is obviously dating Oracle, she could have kept it perfectly hidden she is the batfams only braincell, but she chose to let it get caught on camera that she was texting herself cute things and so everyone knows barbara gordon is dating oracle now. Theyre all a bunch of morons and the only reason they havent been found out yet is because all of Gotham is a simp for the Bats and the Waynes dating and if anyone ever says anything online about the Waynes being the Bats someone will comment ‘no cause literally if its fake ill never believe in love’ and stuff like that so miraculously its still a thing but everyone's favorite couple is still Batman and Bruce Wayne. (in part because its who they get the most coverage on because all of Bruce’s kids love fucking with him and dressing in the suit to come save him, even alfred does it sometimes, and they got Selina a batman suit too so there was once a front page cover photo of Batman kissing Bruce Wayne in public in front of almost everyone at a Gala so yeah its confirmed)

[di4mondhe4d]

I am currently working on this absolute beast

In true me fashion the inspiration for this whooooole thing was comparing the differences in scarring between og and remaster Makarov AND noticing that his pupils are really really tiny in the meantime. And honestly the remaster version looks like hed need stimulants to keep going (imo) compared to the og who is powered by spite alone

So yeah this is remaster Makarov fo today, unfinished (like usual), unedited (like usual), but also far more headcanon-filled than my usual stuff (I think)

Can I justify the headcanons I present below?

No lmao

I just think its hot

You scrape a long, sharp nail along a scar that looks more inflamed now than it did the last time you saw him. You've done this enough times that the action has lost meaning as far as *you* are concerned, but it seems like for him, it never will. He frowns, eyes sealed shut, sneers when you reach the place where the two larger scars almost overlap, and the grip he has on your wrist becomes crushing. It's not a warning or some kind of punishment for a transgression, because you hand is not pulled away. Instead, he adds to the pressure even as you continue to trail further down, closer to his eye.

What you can do is probably not as painful as what he himself is doing to these scars in his spare time. Your natural nails would snap, have snapped under the amount of pressure he wants, so you both have to make do with fake ones that cost you time and cost him money. You've tried many places and many different girls to get them sharp enough, until it became apparent there *was* no sharp enough. The gel was apparently not abrasive enough to cause the kind of pain he wanted. You personally found them more than painful enough, and that was from accidental scratches alone, but your opinions didn't really matter in this case.

The hand around your wrist relaxes once you make it to his eyebrow, but you maintain as much pressure as you possibly can, only letting off once you make it past his browbone. What's left of the scar is too close to his eye socket for even him to consider it safe to dig at, so it is the part you spend the least amount of time at. Once done, you slide your thumb all the way up to the top of the first scar and do it all over again, sometimes with slight variations of time and pressure but oftentimes just the same, exactly the same.

It would have been ideal for you to stop once he starts bleeding, but that decision is not yours to make. Very rarely does he choose to stop before any bleeding occurs. You've learned this happens whenever he's in a hurry but unwilling to forego the sexual part of your employment. Rarely has he allowed serious bleeding to occur, likely because this is some kind of foreplay for him and applying antiseptic isn't particularly arousing regardless of which one of you does it. The middle of the road wins more often than not, in the end. The scars bleed but the blood doesn't pool, and when your wrist is released you know it's time for the next step of this very clearly underlined process. You've never been more than ambivalent to the taste of blood. What really used to bother you was, in fact, the... logistics of having to actually lick his face. You got over it quickly, obviously. It's your job to do so. There's a sort of ritual here, specific steps you were given to follow to the letter, and perhaps that helps more than you'd like to admit. First you must change positions, from sitting across his lap to straddling, more so kneeling above his thighs for the height boost. Sometimes he opens his eyes to watch you do this, sometimes he doesn't. It doesn't make too much of a difference. If he has them open he will always close them once you place your hands on his shoulders because, again, you're "working" very close to his actual eye. You wouldn't risk it either. The scratching *has* to start from top to bottom. You lick from bottom to top because that's the only natural way to do it, really, and have to do several passes even when only one is really needed. You also have to be slow at first, really slower than is comfortable, and you must still maintain a certain level of pressure. And if there would ever have been any doubts about the borderline fetishistic nature of what you are doing, next comes the one and only time you are allowed to kiss him. Which is a pity, he's not a bad kisser, maybe more aggressive than you're used to but clearly experienced. Before you taught yourself to get aroused by the same things he apparently gets off to, this one instance of kissing was the only thing you had to go by for your own pleasure until—and if—you got to fuck him.

You use the grip you have on his shoulders to push yourself away from him and break the kiss once he starts biting. He's never specified if he does it because he wants you to pull away or if biting is something you should allow at this point, and you're happy for it since you're not as big a fan of pain as he seems to be.

He has other scars. Another very proeminent one runs down across his lips, close to the corner of his mouth. He usually leaves that one alone, but there have been times where he very obviously tried to find a way to replicate the amount of pain and damage you are doing to the ones on his forehead. He's found none, and you're pretty sure there *is* none. All you've ever managed to do is to split his lip a couple of times, something he made no secret about disliking. You're pretty sure he can't aggravate these scars on his own either, outside of maybe trying to bite at them himself, but the skin is too fragile and, if you are to believe him, the pain doesn't feel the same. You have no reason not to believe him.

You lean back for a while after, to give him time to decide on how to proceed. Once he does and this decision is communicated to you, however poorly, you must apply to it immediately and still expect you will fail because that is part of the "game" at this particular point in time. You seem to lose a perhaps unsurprising amount of humanity in his eyes as soon as you enter your more natural area of expertise, but that is usually to be expected. Sold sex is supposed to be easy. For the both of you.

He can be much faster than would be expected of a man of his constitution, you've learned. You'd found yourself comparing the way he moves to the crack of a whip sometimes, in the privacy of your own thoughts, of course. Still, when his arm shoots up and his fingers wrap around your throat, you feel genuine surprise, just like every time this has happened before. He's squeezing too tight but you know by now he's not doing it to cause you pain. It's more so that he doesn't seem to be able to regulate how aggressive he is being, especially when it comes to very sudden movements. You're not complaining because you're being paid not to, and you usually make it out of these arrangements less injured than he does at the end of the day. Still, you can't help but wince and grasp at his arm at the feeling of your airways collapsing, digging your nails into the more sensitive skin of his inner wrist because you know that it is something he likes. He wants you to move. He needs you to move and this is how he is choosing to communicate that. You're greatful he lets go once he has repositioned you so that you are now fully seated onto his lap, chest almost pressed against his own, and you are allowed a much needed gasp for air. He motions towards your dress and you rush to pull it over your head, secure in the knowledge that it would otherwise be torn off of your body. Sometimes you don't mind it. He chooses what you wear most often than not and, if you're to be honest, even being generous you cannot call his tastes anything other than eclectic. Most of this clothing never survives the night, usually for good reasons, but even a broken clock strikes true twice a day and this dress really isn't bad. It can't be worn in polite society, obviously, but it isn't bad at all. He oscilates between overly-revealing and tight, restrictive clothing that covers as much of your body as is humanly possible, and it took you a while to realize the latter was likely because he found some manner of quasi-sexual enjoyment out of the textures of these "bodysuits", whether it be from simply touching them or ripping them apart.

His hands latch onto your shoulders once your arms come back down, thankfully blunt nails digging into your skin and scratching down your arms until you return your own hands to his shoulders. To your surprise he pulls you even closer and you realize he, for once, wants to be kissed again. A sense of unrest creeps up your spine. You don't like unpredictability where he's concerned. The kissing itself is not a problem, but it breaking your established routine is. He senses your hesitation and both of his hands move to wrap around your throat. When he squeezes this time you can tell there is intent behind it, but you can also tell he's making an effort to hold himself back. He doesn't really want to kill you. He's put too much time and money into your services, you know what he likes, you've proven that you're willing to do it and keep your mouth shut. Your lift a slightly trembling hand from his shoulder and slowly rake your fingers through his hair before once again digging the tip of a nail into the space where the two scars meet. You use a different angle this time, one you know causes him pain he doesn't enjoy, but instead of pushing you away, the way he's always done, you feel his hips buck up into you. The unrest grows, now closer to dread, but you sit more fully in his lap, angling your own hips to provide him with pressure.

You choose to kiss him, because you can't think of anything else to do. He meets you half-way, another abnormality, and immediately attempts to bite you, lifting his hips so that his cock presses more insistently against your inner tigh. It's distracting enough that the taste of blood surprises you, and you wrench your head away from him, lower lip stinging. The pain throbs in time with your heartbeat and regardless of how many times you lick at the wound, it keeps on bleeding. He licks his own lips, expression grim, and as you observe him you notice for the first time the narrowness of his pupils and an odd glossiness to his eyes. Your mind doesn't process it but your body immediately attempts to extricate itself from the situation, and to your surprise the attempt is very nearly successful, in spite of the hands still wrapped around your neck. You feel it is, at least. He unfortunately stands up with you, shoving you against the desk with his body, one hand releasing your throat and pulling away, completely out of your field of view.

"Where are you going."

He talked, you realize. He never talks. He's not supposed to talk. You try to pull away again and you are unable to, but your intent has been observed and, from the corner of your eye, you see his now free hand move towards you. Only when he wrenches it away just before it makes contact with your body do you understand he had meant to hit you. You are not allowed to dwell on this too much.

"Get up on the table."

You try to nod. The fingers wrapped around your throat tighten their grip as you do and only relax once you've successfully followed his demand, scrambling to sit up on the edge of the desk. You flinch at the feeling of his hand settling on your knee but are momentarily distracted from the danger by the fact that he finally lets go of your neck in favor of wrapping his arm around your waist. His head is almost level with your chest like this, and at this point you're pretty sure he will continue ignoring your previously well-established boundaries, especially since your breasts have been a point of contention for quite some time now, one of the few you hadn't relented on. It became immediately apparent during your very first meeting that he likes breasts. A lot. Maybe excessively. That in and of itself wasn't a problem until, several meetings later, you found out the hard way that he could just *decide* to bite and that he could actually draw blood by doing so. You had to endure the pain and let him do as he pleased that night, but once you got out and back behind the several layers of the administration through which most of your earnings were funneled, you refused him service until he somehow conceded to never touch your breasts again. He had stayed true to his word for the most part, with only some "accidental" mishaps that you couldn't really argue against, but thankfully his mouth had never gone on or around your nipples since.

The hand on your knee loosens its grip and travels up your body, predictably latching onto one of your breasts. You look down your body, watching your chest rise and fall as you breathe, observing his hand with clear apprehension. He's well aware of your fear and signals you to look at him rather than at your own body. You do it, even though you really don't want to, and he holds your gaze while he slowly brings his head closer and closer to your chest. His lips are almost brushing against your nipple, you can feel his breath, and he lingers there for a moment before closing his eyes and latching on.

He swallows sometimes, probably by mistake. He did it before too, and things don't seem to have changed. You can feel it when he does it, can feel absolutely everything with how hard he is sucking. It's really perfectly okay with you, this is pain you can deal with. He starts crowding your body further, so much so that you start tipping backwards, and you wrap one arm around his neck to keep yourself from falling. After a moment of hesitation you bring your other hand up as well, running your fingers through his hair a few times to announce your intentions, and start scratching at the scars on his forehead again. Truthfully you are hoping for the pain to distract him, to hopefully ensure that he doesn't choose to hurt you. He frowns slightly but otherwise remains entirely focused on your breasts, hand releasing the one he is currently mouthing at in order to blindly paw at the other. His touch is rushed and quite rough, borderline painful, and the fear you feel makes you tighten your hold around his neck without really meaning to, pressing his face further into your chest. You feel teeth for the first time and he swallows again, harshly, hips pressing insistently against the side of your thigh. You're pretty sure the only reason why he's not dry humping your leg at this point it's because he's always been more into consistent pressure rather than actual friction, and you suppose that's understandable given he is a man that's... difficult to accommodate naturally.

Truthfully, you feel a bit spiteful right now. There's enough fear present to keep you pliant, but you can't deny the underlying emotion. It builds and builds up within you until it almost drowns out any pleasure you are currently feeling, until you are no longer mindlessly digging at his scars. Instead, you slowly and very carefully pull up one of his eyelids, forcing the blue eye open. At first his pupil remains minuscule and unmoving, but as the eye seems to finally register the shift in lighting, you watch it struggle to expand for a few seconds before it appears to give up and returns to its initial size. He either refuses to acknowledge any part of your body that's not currently in his mouth or he is so intoxicated that it takes him quite a long time to realize he can actually see, because by the time he finally glances up at you you've almost let him go. You have no idea what he could be thinking. He is most definitely on something, a rarity for him and a big problem for you, since the previous biting incident also took place while he was intoxicated. His eye slides back shut slowly once you release his eyelid, but he opens both quickly after, pulling off of your nipple as well. You don't have time to marvel that he's done so quickly and that you came out of it unscathed, you don't even try because you can see where he's looking and very well know there's more to follow.

Now that he is off of you, it's once again very hard to discern that he is, in fact, under the influence. It makes you feel a bit better about not noticing it before.

[mash-masha2011]

Chapter 3: Next stop, anywhere!

Hey, I'm back!

You really motivated me back on previous post, 'cause I really doubted should I continue!

Also I'll try being faster! I just need to fight laziness and 'good' concentration!

Anyway, hope you like this chapter!

By the time Raps, Eugene and Cassandra brought Varian to the castle and led him to his room he was sick of glares, staring people terrified faces and parents holding or hiding their children close. it also didn't help that there were two guards standing at his door who seemed to listen to every sound he made. 

Since he didn't remember much useful on a trip information, once woke up he immediately decided to go in the library and spend there, like, at lest half of week. Of course guards were pretty annoying but he soon got used to their quiet chatter and to the feeling of eyes watching him. His plans were interrupted when Raps barged into the library startling him with Eugene walking in behind her and said that they were going shopping. Varian wasn't too happy about it at first but when he looked at his clothes he agreed that he needs new.

When they walked on the shopping street first thing Varian bought was a black cloak with bright blue treads and a big hood. Rapunzel was against it at first but Varian told her about all those looks people were giving him and she - reluctantly - agreed. Then she bought him a few pairs of dark blue jeans, black and white t-shirts, black really comfy boots and after Eugene asked her a leather vest matching his but brown. Raps also bought him a brown pretty big satchel and said she will paint it when she has time. 

When they returned to the castle and lunched he went straight to the library and the next day woke up sitting in the armchair with the book on his lap in the same Royal library and after a minute of confusion continued studying. At midday Cass walked into his room, led him to stables, gave him horse, walked with Varian to the training grounds and for a few hours was teaching him riding a horse. After that he returned to the library and read some more. He found some interesting information about the sundrop and following the thread learned about Demanitus and got fascinated by him and his work!

Next two days went the same. He read, in the midday Cass taught him riding horse, he ate, went back to library and fell asleep it the armchair. Fifth day though was different. Raps came into his room/library - since no one was ever in library at that week it practically became his room - and handed him journal. His journal. She told him it's where he kept all his alchemy records and formulas, and when she saw how fascinated he was she managed him a lab, which became his new room. 

After that and 'till the end of that week he didn't leave his lab except when needed and made dozens of 'clean' bombs, 'goo' bombs, 'smoke' bombs, 'stink' bombs and a few small drops of acid and Ruddiger transformers - just in case. 

He also discovered that since he lost his memories he could think more out of the box, so he invented a 'smink' bomb, which is a mix of 'stink' and 'smoke' bomb,  'fire' bomb, which in contact with air inflames, 'anti-fire' bomb - compound that stops the fire from fire bomb, 'ice' bomb, which is basically a water bomb but in contact with same air becomes ice and 'anti-ice' bomb which melts the 'ice-bomb''s effect in seconds.

In a few hours before starting their trip Varian packed all solutions he made and put a few in his new satchel - which he really liked - put all his alchemical stuff in caravan - with Eugene's help, he could hardly lift any of them - and finally the journey began!

So naw he was sitting in the end of the caravan and watched the kingdom he barely knew fading in the distance. It was strange. He felt like he should miss this place - he knew he should, it's his home after all - but... he couldn't honestly say he did.

"Hey!" soft voice said behind him and he recognised Raps's "How're you doing?"

"I'm fine!" He didn't fully lie, he didn't know how he felt "And you? You must be so excited about the journey!"

"Yes!" she squealed "It's my first time seeing the real world outside Corona! I can't wait to see what people we'll meet out there!"

"Yeah!" Varian was glad for this distraction from his thoughts. His mind never helped him lighten his mood "What if we meet some alchemists on the road! We could exchange useful formulas!"

"Yeah!" Raps said dreamily "Oh, look!" She added suddenly "That cloud is just like a cat!"

"Wow! And look! That one's a flower!"

"And that looks like a horse!" said voice behind their back. Varian jumped and turned his head so fast his neck hurt. To his relief it was only Eugene, standing there, hands on hips and smirking.

"Hey! You did it on purpose!" Varian couldn't keep smile from his face. He was glad his friends were here.

"Did what?" innocently asked Eugene 

"Startled us!" 

"I did?" Varian glared at him playfully and Eugene exclaimed in fake fear "Okay, okay, sorry! Stop looking at me like that!"

They all started laughing, and laughed for a few minutes before stopping and falling in comfortable silence

"I'm gonna check how Cass is doing!" Rapunzel said finally and climbed on the roof

"I'm gonna go look after her! She's just like a child, needs supervision all the time!" With that Eugene climbed after Raps

Varian looked out of the window again and smiled when saw a cloud that looked like a girl with unnaturally long hair. He was still stressed and guilty for probably terrible stuff he did, - he couldn't been put in chains only because of taking some ancient flower, and people shouldn't look at him the way they do if stealing Sunflower was the only thing he did - but right now he felt better. 

"Hey!" Varian turned and saw Lance. He didn't know much about him. He met him a few times, but they never talked much. So he was surprised when he sat next to him and smiled.

"Hi...?"

"How's the mood?" Lance looked at clouds

"Good, actually!" Varian also looked at the sky

"Me too. I'm kinda excited! We will visit so many new places! So many people to steal from!" He said dreamily, and then added quickly with a tiny dramatically offended note to his voice "Not that I ever would do such thing, of course!"

"Yeah" Varian saddened a bit remembering his worries and fears.

They sat watching clouds for a bit. It wasn't like with Rapunzel, a fun time spent together, more like an excuse not to try finding topic for conversation. It wasn't a comfortable silence though. At least for Varian. He didn't know how to act around Lance since they hadn't spent much time together before now, so...

Their cloud-watching was interrupted by Cass angry yelling "Lance! Did you eat all the berries again?!" 

"I better go!" with these words Lance ran on the rooftop.

In the next second caravan stopped and Cass barged through the door "Where's Lance?" she barked at Varian who shrank into himself a little 

"I-I don't know!" He answered quickly. Varian didn't want to give away Lance, because he himself wouldn't want to be found by angry at him Cass under any circumstances ...except if he got kidnapped. Or injured and bleeding. Or lost without anything. Or- Stop!  His mind never helped him calm down.

Meanwhile Cassandra rolled her eyes and walked out of boy's section into girl's. After a minute - in which she probably checked every place Lance could possibly be hiding - caravan started moving again and Lance climbed down from the roof.

"Thanks, Goggles!"  he said and ruffled Varian's hair. Varian stiffened a little at that but Lance didn't notice and sat nearby. 

"What do you think Raps is doing?" Varian asked the first question that he could think of to fill the uncomfortable silence.

"As far as I know her, probably runs around, sings songs, and having Eugene chase her!" Lance smiled at something he imagined "I can totally see Raps taking him in a mud puddle and dirtying his hair!"

"Yeah... Imagine how angry Eugene would be!" Varian shuddered a little at the memory of Eugene looking at him with mix or anger, fear and protectiveness toward Raps when he woke up.

"Nah, he would forgive anything to Raps!" Lance chuckled "He changed so much since he was Flynn Rider! He was so much more... fun? I guess I can say that!" 

"Tell me more about his days being Flynn?" Varian said. He wanted to know Eugene better than he does now since he already knew Raps's and Cassandras's stories.

"Well... there is a story when we were both fifteen" Lance chuckled again "There was a Baron. He was, how to say it... 'king' in crime. He was really powerful, so powerful that if he said something to his people it will happen no matter what. And he had his most loyal 'friend', Anthony the Weasel"

"'The Weasel'?! Why 'Weasel'?" Varian said holding the laugh

"Well, we gave him this nickname!" Lance said proudly "We called him that and then it just stuck with him. And why? Hmm, probably because of his long nose and how sneaky he is! Anyway! We were young, reckless, sassy, master-thieves teenagers. And we were broke. Were searched for a solution, trying to rob popular bakeries and shops, but none of it ended well! We or ended up caught - and escaped after an hour - or stole a small amount of money which last us for a few days. And we started to lose hope and even thinking about trying taking a job - can you imagine it! - when Eugene had an idea! He offered to rob The Baron! I was really against it, but he convinced me, and so we did it! At night we broke into his manor, stalked down to the basement where we knew he kept all his values, lockpicked the lock, opened the door and walked straight to the meeting! Turned out we came into wrong door ! They captured Flynn, - I ran away - took all his lockpicks and I needed to rescue him! I still remind him of that sometimes! How famous Flynn Rider needed rescue! Also that's when he met his ex-girlfriend Stalyan"

"What a strange name!" Varian laughed a bit. He felt a little closer to Lance and felt like they could become pretty good friends with time.

Suddenly they heard Cass talking to Raps from outside "You've got to exercise at least some caution out here. Trust me, Raps, the real world isn't all fun and games!" Varian could almost see Cassandra's eyeroll and Raps sitting there and smiling like nothing happened

"That's my line!" Lance said quietly to Varian and in the blink of an eye he was on the roof saying "Next stop, Vardaros! City of fun and games!" 

Both laughed when Cassandra mumbled just loud enough for them to hear "I am so glad we decided to bring those two along!" 

"Oh, come on, Cass! Vardaros is an amazing city! You're gonna have fun... which I guess is a new thing for you!" Eugene added from the rooftop where he apparently climbed after washing the mud from his precious hair

"Come on, Pascal! It's our first big city outside of Corona!" Rapunzel spoke excitedly "You heard them, Cass, this is gonna be fun!"

They rode for a few more hours and to Varian's surprise he had a pretty fun talk with Lance! Man told him few more stories about Eugene, and promised to buy him few 'Flynnigan Rider' books, and Varian told him about his alchemy and 'hard-not-sticky-goo' he wants to make. Also he discovered that Lance is very interested in alchemy, and decided to teach him a bit. 

Hey! I know it was long, I'm sorry again! I don't really have excuses.

BUT I wrote you a scene for Warriors fan! No one asked for it buuuuuuut here you go!

I'm a Warriors fan myself, and I saw a potential in V/Raps cloud scene, so... well, here you go!

Anyway, see you next time, love you all!

ALSO!!! If you didn't read The Prophesies Begin (first series) 'till the end there are SPOILERS!!!

"Yeah!" Raps said dreamily "Oh, look! That cloud is just like a cat! And it's almost like he's on fire! And that's just like a star on his head!"

"Wow! Clouds can be almost magical sometimes!" Varian looked at the sky again "And look! That one's a tabby cat! And wow! That looks like a tiger behind him!"

"And that's just like a star on his head too! Just like the Fire one's! And wow! There is another cat! He's darker! And look, he has a cute white paw!"

"That's beautiful! An- oh my god! Did White-paw just killed Tiger?"

"I think so!" Raps placed a hand on her mouth in shock

They watched as White-paw killed the Fire-star, and how the star on Fire's head became a bit smaller before he shuddered, stood up and killed the white pawed one and how much more cats appeared and seemingly praised the Fire one.

"Those are the strangest clouds I ever saw" said Varian quietly still in deep deep shock

"Yeah" Said a voice behind them

Anyway again, see you next time, love you all!

[saltybean03]

species time, i have another one for ya

these are called capsaicia, or "reds" cause of their similarities to "greys"

capsaicia are known as fae on some worlds, because they are very short, occupy forests and gardens, and can fly. they LOVE spicy stuff and are notorious for stealing anything from bear spray to hot peppers. in their species, eating spicy stuff releases endorphins and makes them happy. they are mischievous though, and they do have teeth so they can and will bite if you get ahold of them

1. capsaicia got some big ol ears. they need em to listen out for predators but also to smell spicy stuff because.. they can do that

2. their red pigmentation comes from all the spice they eat. their bodies are always inflamed because of it but its not painful for them

3. they have big green eyes that glow in the dark. this is usually how you'll spot them hiding in the bushes

4. this organ is a beacon for other capsaicia to follow when they find food. it also helps them blend in so you dont notice them eating your produce. when its not being used it just kinda flops over

5. they have rudimentary wings. since they can fly without using them, they've devolved into little chicken arms that stick out of their back

6. they have potbellies because their stomach is as big as their head and because they like to gorge themselves. it changes color depending on their mood, their butts do too lol

their language is teenie and erratic, like how a mosquito sounds when its right by your ear. they're pretty harmless, like to dance, seldom abduct people.. its said you can win a red's favor by offering them a hot pepper. in return, itll give you 10 years of good luck. the latter probably aint true but they still get free food

if you think youre being visited by reds, try leaving out a bowl of peppers overnight to keep them from going after your crops directly (sometimes they eat the whole plant, not just the produce). hungry reds can devour an entire yield in under an hour, like locusts!

[watercolor-wings]

Holy. Actual. Shit.

I just had a colonoscopy/upper endoscopy (the prep SUCKS btw for my fellow gastro girlies out there) and good lord y'all they actually found stuff.

Like, the last 8 years aren't just my anxiety in my head and needing to "expand my diet" and "introduce diversity". No. There's a reason I have the symptoms I do and there's a reason my methods for managing it work!!!

They found gastritis and internal hemorrhoids. I'm pretty convinced the gastritis is what I've had since I was 14 when my issues started and been attributing to acid reflux and IBS ever since. It is a generic name for any cause of stomach inflammation according to the googles but that's still like, hey!!! They confirmed it!! There's actual inflammation of my stomach lining!! And during a time where I'm like "yeah I mean my problems are pretty managed at this point and thanks to the prep, my entire digestive system is entirely clear and actually my stomach feels great even though I kinda want to pass out from hunger" and it's still inflamed!!!

And then the internal hemorrhoids I'm certain have come on over the years. The lower gut issues are the bigger ones for me these days, but they also slowly developed over time. Also! Their little pamphlet of information states that baths are helpful for relieving those and it's like ahaha I guess my little soaks to help my constipation be less painful weren't just wanting the comfort of a bath. That was instinct or something 😌

God. It's still not 100% the answer because these are a pretty generic diagnosis but also I know my mono started these issues and yeah the literature is still just getting to understanding how Epstein-Barr affects the digestive and nervous systems, but I've got a follow up with my PCP in March who is amazing to go over like, okay what can we do about this and like. 8 years of lab tests and "well. All your labs are completely fine and healthy. Clearly you've got some kinda IBS cause you report nausea and pain but idk maybe the mono just infected your vegal nerve system and caused gastroparesis that's taking a long time to come back? We can't really test for that though. Keep working on your diet and anxiety ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯". I am honestly like, 3 hours ago I was laying on the bed and talking to my dad about how I was pretty convinced I'm going to wake up and they're going to be like "oh there was nothing. Your digestive system is completely normal!"

Just the fact that they found anything and that the symptoms align with a lot of my issues and that their basic treatment pamphlet information validates everything I know about what makes my body feel worse and what helps reduce my symptoms. Do I want to have these issues? God not. Am I so fucking over the moon that we finally found something that other people can see??? Holy shit yes.

[jacksdinonuggets]

Lost And Found Chapter 4

Vaggie's injuries haven't been healing well and has gotten infected. Carmilla has to take her to the hospital. tw: mentions of suicide and mental hospitals.

A couple of weeks had passed since Carmilla claimed Vaggie as her daughter. When she had aged back up sometime during these weeks, she was extremely apologetic and embarrassed. She felt ashamed for having to use that coping mechanism but Carmilla told her it was okay. What did worry her was that she wanted to do all the wound cleaning and bandaging by herself. When Carmilla asked if she knew how to do it, she quickly said yes and sprinted off. 

Ever since vaggie did her own stuff, she seemed to stop healing and was going backwards. Carmilla noticed how she struggled to walk, she would silently complain about headaches, and have really bad eye and back pain. So one day, Carmilla decided she would talk to her about it. She walked into Vaggie’s room but had the worst timing because she was in the middle of changing her bandages with her back facing Carmilla. And oh boy did those injuries look infected as fuck. There was puss and it was inflamed and really red.

“Vaggie?! Why didn’t you tell me about this,” Carmilla ran up to her, causing Vaggie to flinch and cover her body up.

“I- I have it under control!” Vaggie tried to say but Carmilla wasn’t taking it.

“Nu-unh, don’t lie to me. We’re going to the hospital,” 

Vaggie stopped breathing for a second. The last time someone said that she was stuck in a mental hospital until she jumped out the 6th story window, landing her in heaven. She didn’t want to be stuck there again. 

“No! I’m not going there!” Vaggie yelled. She gasped for air and stumbled to a corner, trying to catch her breath.

“Sweetie, take some deep breaths. The hospital will help you,” Carmilla kept her calm and spoke softly to her.

“No it won’t! It didn’t help last time!” Vaggie screamed at her, tugging her hair.

“What? We never went to the sloth ring before,” the older lady stated.

“When I was alive, my stupid parents took me there for being abnormal and I was stuck there for 5 months! They-they paid the nurses to keep me there!” She panicked. Carmilla didn’t want her to rip her hair out and grabbed her stuffed bear off of her bed and handed it to her. She squeezed the bear tight.

“Vaggie, we are NOT going to that type of hospital, okay? This is just a doctor's visit. I will not be paying anyone to keep you there,” The older woman promised.

“Y-you won’t?” Vaggie asked.

“I promise I won’t,” she replied. The small girl held out her pinky finger.

“Pinky pwomise?” Carmilla held out her pinky and curled it around her’s

“Pinky promise.” she confirmed.

Getting Vaggie changed was a bit hard. Everything hurt her back. Putting her diaper on was the worst part because she had to lay down on her back. But she managed to do it. Once tying her shoes and packing the diaper bag. Vaggie curled up in the backseat of the car with her plushie tucked in her arms.

Once they got to the hospital, Vaggie held Carmilla’s hand as they walked through the entrance and into the lobby. Carmilla saw how nervous she was and picked her up and set her in her lap while she did paper work. Whenever someone would give them a weird look, Carmilla would send a death glare at them before continuing on her work. 

It took a little bit of time before they were called back. Vaggie was led into a room where they took her height and weight. Then they lead her to a room and asked her to get changed into this weird paper gown. 

“Help, mama?” Vaggie asked. Carmilla nodded and helped her get changed into it after the nurse left. 

When the doctor came in, Carmilla explained how she was a fallen angel (didn’t mention what type) and was also regressed. The doctor seemed okay with it and just wanted to help out.

“Okay, Vaggie, sweetie, I’m just gonna take a look at your back,” The doctor said. Vaggie moved so her back was facing him. He undid the backside of her gown her a took a look. He visibly winced at it. 

“Oooh, yeeah, this is definitely infected. But I can fix it.” The doctor then dug around his thousands of syringes and picked one out. Vaggie had seen and clinged to Carmilla, jumping into her lap.

“I just need to inject some strong antibiotics into the wound and then clean it up and prescribe you some meds,” He explained. That didn’t help vaggie at all. She whimpered, really scared of the needle. 

“Is it alright if she sits in my lap?” Carmilla asked. The doctor nodded and she held Vaggie tightly and closely before he made the first injection. It stung like hell. Vaggie screamed in pain and cried, trying to move but her caregiver held her too tight. Carmilla used one hand to dig through the diaper bag and took out her pacifier and plopped it in her mouth. It didn’t deafen the screams that much but it helped soothe her a little.

The first injection was soon done. Carmilla could tell that vaggie needed a change. The pain and scariness must’ve made her wet herself. She rocked her and helped her calm down before the second injection, the one for her other side. She didn’t scream as loud but Carmilla was sure she’d be getting tinnitus later. 

“You’re such a brave girl, Mija, I think you deserve ice cream,” Carmilla wiped away her tears. Finally, the doc finished cleaning her back wound.

The eye injury wasn’t nearly as bad and all she needed was a couple of antibiotic pills for it. 

“Now, I would like to keep her here overnight, just to monitor her. We need to know if she has any reactions, especially because she’s not used to hell’s medicines yet,” Doc said.

Vaggie felt her heart drop. She had to stay overnight? No, this couldn’t be happening! Her grip tightened on Carmilla’s shirt and her eyes were screwed shut. Her heart beat faster than a lightning bolt would strike. Her steady breathing turned into hyperventilating. 

“Sh, shh, it’ll be okay bebe, I’ll be with you the whole time,” Carmilla rocked her, trying to stop a panic attack from occurring.

Those words helped calm her down before she freaked out. The doctor showed them to her room and helped them get settled. Carmilla had already asked clara to pack an overnight bag for Vaggie to drop off. 

After Carmilla changed Vaggie, she settled into her hospital bed. It was a little uncomfy and irritated her back a little but it would have to do. Carmilla was reading her a story when a knock came from the door.

“Guess who’s here? Your favorite older sister!” Clara announced and walked in.

“Hey, I’m her favorite!” Odette replied, also walking in. Vaggie giggled at their antics.

“You bof equally suck,” Vaggie joked.

“I am wounded, baby sis,” Clara sarcastically said. Even though Vaggie had a hard time understanding sarcasm, this was kind of funny to her.

Clara was carrying a duffle bag with some overnight and comfort items. Odette had a little gift bag with her.

“We heard you couldn’t get ice cream, so we got you a little gift” Odette handed her the bag. Vaggie immediately opened it and took out a new stuffed animal. It was a purple fluffy rabbit. She squealed and hugged it.

“T’ank you! I love her!” 

Carmilla, Odette, and Clara both smiled. The cuteness of this girl.

Odette and Clara had to leave soon after since it was getting late. Carmilla was allowed to stay overnight with her because she was an overlord and a pretty big deal. She tried to keep Vaggie entertained the best she could. Eventually, it was getting close to her bedtime and she fell asleep on her own. Carmilla nestled into the uncomfortable armchair to try to get some sleep. Her poor baby was going through so much. She didn’t want to be asleep in case she needed her. But her body eventually gave out and she fell into a deep sleep.

[redraspberryleaf]

I saw that you had a post saying fic writers could ask you for advice writing medical stuff for fic. I was wondering if someone who has had multiple leg breaks that healed improperly would need crutches/leg braces (if so, which would be better and for how long). By healed improperly, I mean the bone wasn't set and he would've kept doing extreme physical activity while the bone was broken. (He had no choice to ignore the pain, if you even wondering why he would do that.) Thank you in advance, and it's okay if you can't get an answer

Answer from a doctor:

The bone would likely would heal in an abnormal shape and length with the muscles and tendons at the incorrect length to accomodate. There would probably be bone spurs that would inflame the muscles and tendons passing over them, especially when doing a lot of moving.

Your character would have limited range of motion, chronic pain, and likely need mobility aids for life. These aids would probably differ day-to-day and depend on the setting, as well as how stubborn and proud they are.

The specifics would all depend on the type of break, which bone, the type of activity that's being done on the break, etc.

Answer from me (based on experience):

Ad a teen I rolled my ankle at the start of a 3000m, completely ignored the injury, and won the race still. Only after that did I realize what happened (apperently the muscles had gotten fucked up and actually shifted my fibula out of place). I didn't break a bone but it was a fibula injury that I ignored and continued training on for months, even going to a week long track camp where I was doing about 20km of high impact on asphalt and hills per day. I ended up with a wicked limp, chronic pain, shin splints, plantar faciatis, and a lateral muscle imbalance across every part of my body but my arms from trying to compensate. Youd look at me from behind and see my hips, my shoulders, my neck, everything was at an angle. Eventually I did enough physio that I was mostly okay again but if I was ever lady and didn't do my stretches, warm up properly, and build up training properly I would get issues coming back. I stopped running in uni and decided to pick it back up again one day and instant plantar faciatis.

The second part to this is experience with an actual broken bone. A couple years ago I broke my fibula. It was a spiral fracture to my left fibula about a third or so of the way up the bone. I crashed on a downhill while skateskiing and because I was in race skis those bindings don't typically have a safety release, so when my ski spun around in a full circle so did my foot. This broke my fibula in a spiral shape.

~side note: if your character is fighting and moving on a broken leg it's probably a fibula since that's not the weight baring bone. This is the one you hear about athletes finishing a game on a broken leg. It's possible with adrenaline but it's still hell and will cause you issues in the long run. A tibia is weight baring so you shouldn't really be able to stand on that, and a femur break usually will get you air lifted to the hospital because you're about to die.~

Anyway, with all the issues of the last injury I'd had, I really stayed off of my broken leg and actually atrophied.

Now with this one, I can say it healed wrong. According to an mri and xrays they don't see any issues but I was treated in a tiny town er during a massive covid spike before the vaccine was available so I never got a second cast after the swelling went down.

After healing, I have always had an aching pain deep in the bone that doesn't go away. It throbs worse with impact activity or if I spend a lot of time on my feet on hard floors. I am a huge sucker for standing on grass these days. That ankle is actually a lot thicker now and is a lot more unstable. I have pain in the bone from the break but on bad days when I'm really hurting the worst of it in in the muscles and tendons of my ankle, the top outside of my calf, and my hip and glute. I never expected this but my ass is SO TIGHT ALL THE TIME and it hurts like a bitch. Massage helps, but it's not the sexy kind. It's the full body weight on an elbow jabbed into my ass cheek or hip flexor kind. This is all because with my ankle being really unstable from the tendons and muscles getting inflamed from popping over small bone spurs all the time, the hip has to work overtime to try to compensate and stabilize more than it normally would. I also experience not quite muscle weakness on that side, so much as muscle fatigue. Basically, everything on that side is working over time and is always tired. For the first three years after I had a wicked limp, was in a lot more pain than I am now, and could only run if I absolutely had to. After doing a lot of physio I can run again but certainly am limping after a 10k. I also have a lot of scars from my bad side making me trip over roots and become impaled on sticks.

I had the opportunity to heal fairly well overall and access physio but I'd I didn't I know I'd be using a cane and taping my ankle constantly. Before I did physio when I lifeguarded I also needed a chair because walking around on tile barefoot for hours would have me in tears even with my hugh pain tolerance. Repeated breaks over time with bad healing and limited access to care would def require mobility aids and would lead to life-long chronic pain.

I'll be back with responses from the rest of the team soon.

Bonus! Where my bone broke starts aching really bad the second I start to get dehydrated. Everything also hurts most at night and the second I stop moving.

[starset21]

A Heavy Weight

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Word count: 2235

Warnings: cannon typical depictions of fires/accidents, mentions of suicide

“We work a dangerous job. We all knew that when we signed up. A firefighter dies in the line of duty, we are shocked. Our hearts are broken. But in some dark corner of our mind, we are bracing ourselves for that possibility. But a firefighter takes her own life? That is not a contingency that we can prepare for. We can't change what happened. But we can learn from it. We all missed the signs here. And we can never let it happen again. So you reach out to each other. You be there for each other. Not just for today, or this week... always. I never want to see another member of this family slip through the cracks. Let's go to work.” With those words Boden finished the morning brief and everyone disbursed out into the common room. “Hey, roomie. Cable bill's due. Make with the cheddar,” Cruz told Otis, dropping an envelope into his lap. “$140?” he questioned after looking at it. “Yeah. That includes the setup fee,” Cruz shrugged. “Yeah. And your NFL package,” Otis protested. “Your half is $70,” Cruz tells him. “I haven't seen Clarke this morning. He still subbing over at 25?” Mouch asks from his usual spot on the couch. “Clarke's not subbing out. He transferred,” Casey told them. “What, just like that? No explanation? No good-bye? What a jerk,” Herrmann grumbled. 

Dani walks out from behind the kitchen counter with half a toasted bagel and takes a seat on the other side of Matt. “Gabriela Dawson?” An officer walks into the common room. “Oh, God, what'd you do this time?” Shay teases and nudges Dawson. “Yeah?” Dawson asks, standing up. “This note was left behind for you in Rebecca Jones' apartment,” the officer tells her. “Why?” Gabby asks, a lump forming in her throat. “I wouldn't know,” the officer told her before handing it to her and leaving. “Why would she leave me a note?” Gabby asked quietly as Matt moved to stand behind her. “Only one way to find out,” he tells her. Just then the alarm bell rings. “Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61. Fire. Grand and Ashland.” Dani stuffs the last bite of her bagel in her mouth before heading for the truck. It’s somber as they get on the road, lights and sirens going. They pull up on scene and climb out. “Otis, make sure the pumps are shut down! Everyone, get in there with extinguishers! Don't wait for 51!” Casey yells. “You gotta get my wife! She's in the car!” A man begs. “We'll take care of her. Get out of here!” Casey tells the man. “Shay!” Herrmann calls out, after helping to put out a man’s jacket that was on fire. “Got him, Herrmann,” she moved from the ambo quickly. “Okay, okay. Let's get you out of there!” Herrmann tells the woman still in the car. “I can't! I can't!” she cries hysterically. “All right, all right. Just stay put! Stay put! All right, listen! She can't get out of here! She's in a full leg brace! Let's get this fire out!” Herrmann called out. Herrmann moved to grab an extinguisher when the husband who had been with the medics shook his head and sprinted towards the vehicle. “I got you, Janice! I got you!” he yelled. “Sir, wait! Casey!” Dawson shouted. “Hey!” Casey shouted as the man got in the vehicle, started it and backed into another car and pulled away from the pump, still connected to it. “What are you doing!” Casey yelled at the man. He had pulled forward and ripped the hose from the pump, spraying gas all over the back of the car, causing it to catch fire as it went close to the inflamed truck in front of it. “Stop! Hey, get under the pickup!” Casey yells and Dani and Herrmann are able to put it out quickly. “It's okay. We got you. You're okay. We've got you,” Casey reassured the woman as he helped her out. Herrmann went to the driver's side and opened the door. “Get out of there, numbnuts!” Casey shot Herrmann a look through the car, after Cruz had taken the woman over to the ambo. “Sir, please step out of the vehicle, if you'd be so kind,” Herrmann grumbled. 

“That was the dumbest move I've seen in a long time,” Herrmann grumbles on the ride back to the station. “Yeah, Darwin-award thinkin' right there. Ha! What a call,” Cruz scoffed from the driver's seat. “Hey, what do you guys suppose Jones said in that note to Dawson? I'm just curious,” Mouch says after a moment of silence. “The other night… Jones stopped by Molly's. She was looking for Dawson,” Herrmann told them. “Really? What for?” Casey asked. “No idea. But she apparently went straight home and… You know the rest,” Herrmann sighed. Tension in the firehouse when they got back was high, the heavy cloud of Jones' death hanging over them and Dani spent most of the time between calls sitting on her bunk and drawing, it was her way of trying to find some semblance of peace in the chaotic place they call Life. “Truck 81. Squad 3. Ambulance 61. Accident,” the alarm rang out.

“We got a driver pinned in the car, hurt but conscious,” the officer told Boden. “What about the bus?” he asked. “Ah, kids on their way to the prom, banged up, but nothing too serious.” The Chief nodded before grabbing for his radio. “Casey, Severide... we have a pin-in in the gray car. Get 'em out, Dawson, check on the victim. Shay, assess these kids.” he ordered. “Copy that,” everyone split off to do as told. “Hang in there, sir, we're going to get you out, okay?” Dawson had climbed onto the car through the passenger side and placed a C-collar on the man. “Casey? We're good,” Dawson told him. “All right, let's move this car. Ready? Lift! Ready? Lift! Ready? Lift!”

“Mouch, Otis, check the bus,” Shay calls out after talking to one of the girls. “You got it,” Mouch tells her and the two climb into the bus. “Sweetie, have a seat here. Where was she sitting?” Shay asked. “I don't know. We were all goofing around, and... we hit something, and the bus started swerving, and that's when I hit my head,” the girl told her. “There's nobody else in here,” Otis tells Mouch. “Why is this window open?” Mouch asks. “Oh, no. Chief! I think somebody was ejected!” Otis called out. “Oh, my God,” Mouch murmurs. “The girl could have fallen out wherever the bus first lost control. We are gonna shut down the road, run a search,” Boden tells the officer. “My guys have been up and down this road. They didn't see anything,” the officer continues directing traffic. “We should have some firefighters take a look,” Chief tells him. “Look, be my guest, but I can't close this road,” the officer huffs. “You do realize you have a girl that is unaccounted for,” Boden counters. “Yes, I do. But my guess is that she got out with the others, and she wandered off,” the officer tells him. “You have an open emergency exit! Somebody was ejected!” Boden nearly sneers. “Chief, let me talk to him,” Casey tried to cut in. “I'm shutting down this road!” Boden exclaims. “I can't let you do that,” the officer tells him. “Truck 81, block off this road,” Chief calls into the walkie. “Last warning, Chief,” the officer tries. Boden gives Casey a look. “Go ahead, Cruz,” Casey calls into the walkie. 

“Halstead, Mouch, Herrmann, Otis, fan out, search back along the road.” The four of them nod, and begin heading down the road. “This is my scene, Chief. Are you really gonna make me arrest you?” the officer asks. “You know what? You're just gonna have to do what the hell you need to do,” Chief offers the officer his hands. The officer takes his cuffs out. “Really?” Chief asks. Just then Severide looks over to see the officer placing the cuffs on the chief behind his back. “You gotta be kidding me,” he mutters in disbelief. “You picked the wrong cop to piss off,” the officer mutters. “Oh, I haven't even started on you. You seeing this?” Boden asks Casey. “Yes, I am, Chief.” The officer took his helmet off and pushed him down into the squad car. “I got her! I got her! We need a backboard, and a black bag,” Dani calls into the radio as Herrmann and the others come over. “Officer Woodall? Is this really the hill you want to die on?” Casey asks the officer, who takes a minute, thinking on his words. The 81 crew comes over carrying the girl and places her on the stretcher. The officer lets Boden out and takes his cuffs off. They finish clearing the scene and load up to return to the station. 

“After you. I insist,” Herrmann starts when he almost bumped into Mills after he had closed the truck door behind Dani. “Hey, whatever's going on between you two, can you drop it?” Severide asks. “I'll drop it when he apologizes,” Herrmann scoffs, causing Mills to turn back towards him. “Apologize for what? For speaking the truth?” he asks. “Knock it off, both of you,” Casey cuts in. “Yeah? He's saying that we made Jones suicidal, and I'm supposed to swallow that?” Herrmann asks. “No! No! Just own up to your behavior and admit that you could have handled things better!” Mills exclaims and Casey puts up a hand to stop him when he takes a step towards Herrmann. “How dare you!” Herrmann yells and storms towards Mills. “Herrmann! Hey!” Severide and Casey grab the older man, stopping him from continuing towards Mills. “I was the last one to see her alive! You think I didn't wonder over and over again what I might have done different, what else I might have said that would have changed her mind?” Herrmann yells. There was a tense moment of silence in the garage. “Is this what you all took from what I said this morning? Is this really how we're gonna get through this thing?” Boden asks. Herrmann wipes a hand down his face and Dani places a hand on his shoulder. “Look, blaming each other or ourselves doesn’t bring her back. All we can do is be better and be there for each other, that is what chief was telling us this morning,” Dani speaks up. Boden tipped his head to her in silent thanks. “Severide? Bloom is inside,” Capp comes in from the common room. “Sorry, Chief. Got one more save to make tonight,” Severide apologizes before heading inside. “Well, I guess I'm gonna get a lecture about skipping out on rehab, let's get it over with,” Bloom huffed. “No, Bloom. I got no more lectures for you,” Severide tells him. “Yeah? Then give me my wallet,” Bloom crossed his arms. “Just relax. Capp's getting it from my locker.”

“What are you all lookin' at?” Bloom sneered as the company gathered at the edge of the common room. “What, you need an audience? You ruined my white board. That was permanent ink,” he huffed. “I'll get you another one,” Kelly laughs. “What is this?” Chief asks as the chaplain comes in with two men. “I know, I'm not staying. Severide asked me to pick up these two up at O'Hare,” the chaplain told him. “Chaplain,” Severide greets. “Lieutenant. This is Damien, and this is Aaron,” the chaplain introduces. “Screw this,” Bloom huffs. “Bloom, just give me one second,” Severide tries. “You are a son of a bitch,” Bloom tells him, getting in his face. “Hey, it's not like that, Captain,” one of the guys, Aaron, tries to say. “Oh, Captain! Captain. Aren't you cute? You can mail me my wallet,” Bloom hisses at Severide. “We didn't know what happened to you, Bloom,” Damien says. “Now you do,” Bloom gestured to himself. “We're sorry. That's what we came to tell you. The way we treated you back in Denver… Well, you gotta understand, we were upset,” Aaron tells him. “Oh, you were upset? You were upset? I was the captain. Those were my men in there! They were my men!” Bloom exclaims, tears beginning to form in his eyes. “We said a lot of awful things in the heat of the moment. But we had a lot of time to think about it. We were wrong,” Damien tells him. “You made the right call.” Bloom looks between the two men. “If you would have let us inside, we would've still been in there when the roof came down. There's no question, you saved our lives. Your boy could only afford two plane tickets. Otherwise there would have been a dozen of us here. We all feel the same way,” Aaron tells him before pulling out his phone. “This is my daughter, Lily. She wouldn't exist if you hadn't tackled me that day. 'Cause I was going in, Captain. I was going in.” Those words hit all of the firefighters in the room right in heart. The former captain had tears streaming down his face. 

The crew finished out the shift and left, still a little somber, but a fair few of them met up at the local bowling alley. “To Jones,” Mills said and everyone raised their beer before taking a sip and getting set up for a few games. 

[casual-eumetazoa]

another personal crisis here we go again woo

So long story short, the last eight or so months of my life have sucked ass and now I want to quit my PhD program.

The longer version is that in October of last year I got a kidney infection that landed me in the emergency room, then the worst autism burnout of my life hit (I couldn't even communicate verbally and was absolutely dysfunctional for weeks), then I got a toxic thyroid nodule that was overproducing hormones and made my whole body go to hell. For context, at baseline I already have ehlers danlos syndrome and dysautonomia so the thyroid thing was just too much. Then I got a horribly inflamed wisdom tooth (that still needs to be removed as of me writing this), and my OCD got so bad that I couldn't eat anything for days, lost weight until my BMI was around 15 and a half, and almost ended up in a psychiatric hospital with a feeding tube.

I have only started recovering from all this in May and had to immediately jump back into uni work cause I missed so much and sick leave is not really a thing in the program. I was supposed to be on break until October but I need to scrape together some semblance of work to pass the so called mid term evaluation cause I'm a second year student and we're supposed to already have a bunch of stuff done at this point.

Well, after all I've been through, I kind of lost the ability to care about work. I've been losing interest in science for a while now but I think getting so ill was the nail in the coffin of that special interest somehow. I used to be extremely passionate about what I did, during my Master's I was working/studying 70 hours a week and I was the happiest I've ever been. Now I can barely make myself work on a meta-analysis for an hour or two a day. I'm currently doing some work for a class and it's almost physically painful. I just do not care so much and having to drag myself kicking and screaming into it feels like chewing through a wall of granite.

I want to quit this program so bad but the issue is that my stipend is almost the only source of income for me and my partner (the 15% or so being his student stipend). If I were to quit, I would need to find a job, and I just do not feel able to jump into anything any time soon. We have a decent amount in savings but I don't know how long that would last us.

So I don't know what to do. On one hand, I feel like I'm wasting my life on something I do not care about while I could be working on video essays and books that I am immensely passionate about. On the other, quitting now seems like a childish tantrum and I don't know what I would do without this money. I guess I could go to my parents for help but they aren't doing that well financially and I doubt they would be able to support me. Which means I am stuck.

Idk why I'm even typing all this, I guess I just needed to vent. I am so tired of my body and brain being like this. My supervisor and research team also suck but that's a whole another story. Basically, I feel trapped by this stupid PhD and I don't know what to do. I wish I never had entered this program tbh and I'm constantly wishing I would get kicked out of it for other reasons. But I've no idea how I would get money without it. So yeah. Sucks to suck.