#chaos med rambles

[justabunchofdragons]

explanations of what they all do under the cut! (information from this website) no option for no opinion because you have to have an opinion (<- my decree as pollmaster)

musculoskeletal system - mechanical support, posture and locomotion

cardiovascular system - transportation of oxygen, nutrients and hormones throughout the body and elimination of cellular metabolic waste

respiratory system - exchange of oxygen and carbon-dioxide between the body and air, acid-base balance regulation, phonation (the production of sound and speech through vocal cords).

nervous system - initiation and regulation of vital body functions, sensation and body movements.

digestive system - mechanical and chemical degradation of food with purpose of absorbing into the body and using as energy.

urinary system - filtration of blood and eliminating unnecessary compounds and waste by producing and excreting urine.

endocrine system - production of hormones in order to regulate a wide variety of bodily functions (e.g. menstrual cycle, sugar levels, etc)

lymphatic system - draining of excess tissue fluid, immune defence of the body.

reproductive system - production of reproductive cells and contribution towards the reproduction process.

integumentary system - physical protection of the body surface, sensory reception, vitamin synthesis.

[ghost-kings-court-jester]

Obsessed with the idea of Xie Lian getting his spiritual powers back and not really using them outside of like subconscious actions. Like in a fight he spent 800 years just straight up throwing hands so it doesn’t really occur to him to use it. But because he’s literally stuffed full of spiritual energy it just results in Puqi Shrine becoming the fairies house in Sleeping Beauty. Like there’s a pot stirring itself while truly toxic ingredients are added to a soup. The floor is being sweeped by a broken broom. The laundry is being done automatically meaning all his white robes are now a faint pink. Hua Cheng is sitting in the bed grinning fondly at the chaos around him. Meanwhile Xie Lian is just sitting outside sorting out his junk piles to see if he can find the pretty comb he wanted to give his husband and thinking of the chores he has to do today because they didn’t leave the bed until noon.

[spextronaut]

I can’t decide if House getting dicked down would make him better or make him worse but it would definitely do something to him

[chaos-has-theories]

it's mom friend day :) everyone go drink some water

[loassbarbie]

shifting/loass & what works for ME.

DISCLAIMER: so everyone in the shifting/loass community has a different take on how the whole thing actually works. after a lot of pondering, this is my take. you don't have to agree <3. we all have different perspectives and that is beautiful. whatever works for you, works for you. this is just me rambling about my experience and what makes sense to me and my beliefs. (sort of) long post alert!!

according to neuroscientist Patrick Cavanagh, "we're not seeing reality. we're seeing a story that's being created for us".

our thoughts, if we think them over and over, and assign truth to them, become beliefs.

beliefs create a cognitive lens through which we interpret the events of our world and this can shape our perception of reality.

by changing our beliefs, we can change our perception of reality and create a new experience.

it isn’t about what happens only, but about how we perceive the world; our values, what truly matters to us, our self imposed limits, the way we see ourselves; our assumptions about ourselves, our limits, and about what we can do.

we don’t see the world as it is, but as we are. our concepts, our ideas of possible/impossible (most of which was taught to us, not something we ourselves came to a conclusion based on our own lives), our traumas, the people we surround ourselves with - all of these aspects shape our assumptions.

when I started changing my assumptions, my limiting beliefs; when I TOOK CONTROL and created my rules for myself - that’s when I started to become who I wanted to be.

i stopped allowing myself to be defined by my diagnosis (i have bpd). i am not a disorder. i am what I choose to be. i regulate my emotions, i take my meds, and i don’t let the negativity, or the emptiness, or the pessimism get under my skin or overstay their welcome. I just tell them to fuck off, because I am a human being capable of being mindful, like everyone else, and you know what that means? I choose where my focus goes.

what took me so long to realize was that in the material world, several things are outside of my control. and i could dwell on this thought and entertain it for hours, which is what i'd usually do. i would let my mood be defined by the world outside of me. that is the quickest, most efficient way to be miserable: to entertain my worries, to let a concerning thought take over instead of letting it flow away like a leaf that fell on a river stream that i'm calmly observing.

i personally believe that, as Schopenhauer and so many other authors say, the only person i can change in the material world is myself. i can make my mind a wonderful, beautiful place; when the law says it “reflects on the 3D”, IN MY PERSONAL VIEW - the one i found some peace in - it means that when I am happy within, i see the material world with brighter eyes. the “3D” world is full of beauty and it's full of chaos; i cannot take the chaos out of other people's lives for them. what I can truly do is choosing where my focus is gonna go: the bad or the good.

i keep my awareness in the good things in life. i choose to keep my attention in the beauty of the world and in the good in humanity, instead of over consuming negative content.

last but not least: i still believe there can be something metaphysical about manifesting. but what actually fulfills me is the notion that reality is perception. that I am pure consciousness, and that nothing exists outside of my own consciousness. there is only the here and the now. i can rejoice on that thought, or i can dread it. ultimately, whether or not that is good thing depends on where my focus is going right now. what are my mind's eyes seeing? what am i saying to myself? what do i believe?

to me, these questions were much more effective than any method. and still are, every day when i wake up and choose this lane and not another.

[redlenai]

Mouthwashing AU:

Everything is fine, but everyone's mental health declines as the months pass by. But instead of being some horror shit going on, just Swansea being trapped with 4 people younger than him, starting with them pranking each other, more and more chaos and even fist fighting between them. Basically DadSea losing his patience

Daisuke got his hand superglued to a Sweetener package, after someone snitched he stole one (Curly did it)

Anya stealing everyone's sweaters and never returning them, she gives the middle finger to Curly and Jim the most (As Gymbros, their sweaters are gigantic)

Curly being the one that still acts like a Captain but sometimes its like a switch is clicked and suddenly he is the most uncooperative bastard

Jimmy hasn't sleep for 2 weeks, he doesn't know HOW but whoever put the damn Polle statue on his room is going to pay if he ever finds out who did it (Team work, except Swan), he can't sleep there anymore

Swansea had to break a fight between Jimmy and Curly because since they have similar builds, couldn't differentiate whose uniform was whose and literally accusing the other of stealing their stuff.

Swansea had to scold Anya and Daisuke for being overly competitive during game night, throwing pieces at each other, having a screaming match that ended when Swan claimed the Screamer title

When he is really about to lose it, its like all of a suddent the chaos ends and he is then having one on one conversations or having to act like a parent to each of them, because their behaviors are clearly caused by being overwhelmed with the isolation and silence from space.

Curly finally breaking down about the many responsabilities he has and the high expectations everyone has on him

Anya having crying fits over feeling stuck and wondering if she'll ever go to Med School

Daisuke unable to trust the fact that he is learning and improving as an Intern

Jimmy just terrified about what is he going to do when they land, what other job to apply or that he'll end homeless.

Goddamit I'm rambling so much but like yeah, a nice AU about found family, hitting rock bottom and an old man whose wisdom is the ladder to help these younger folks to move despite the unknown, and maybe Swansea noticing small glimpes of the people that raised his crewmates? Overachiever parents for Curly, single parent struggling to support Anya's education, Daisuke and emotionally absent parents, Jimmy who didn't had parents and was tossed from one foster home to another. And Swan doesn't learn these things by talking to them, they barely share these things except when they hit their limit, but he notices, by the small habits, behaviors and routines.

Of course, Daisuke being everyone's little ray of sunshine and the easiest to manage. Swan also felt his cholesterol raise when Anya mentioned craving the most disgusting, greasiest, unhealthy trash food known to man and in fact the gymbros sweating as they watch (As much as they can) what they eat.

Swansea: Ain't ya' supposed to be... the healthy one?

Curly would be ready to puke imagining the trash food, while Jimmy is lost trying to calculate the possible calories that foul thing has.

[joenotexotic99]

Hey friend, I’m a new fan of band of brothers and have been reading many of works and I’m greatly enjoying them❤️ and was wondering if you could write headcanons of doc roe and speirs finding out there gf has surgical scars on her chest/stomach? I had a heart operation when I was a baby that left 2 scars. One horizontal acoss my stomach and one vertical on my chest and stomach. I would so appreciate it:) ofc take your time and feel free to add any other characters if you’d like. I hope you have a nice day:)

A/n you are beautiful anon <3 thank you for the request. Sorry for being inactive. Writing is sorta a side thing and I stopped because things got hectic and I never got back onto the wagon. Thanks for the patience

Warnings: medical talk and scars n'stuff, fluff, possibly poor writing, blood (nothing crazy,) language

<3

Masterlist

Eugene roe

-He honestly has seen so many scars in his life that he didn't really think much when you showed him. But he understands that you are not by any means just another trooper, you are far more than that. As you explained their origin, Eugene sat patiently and listened to you. Nothing but adoration and care in his eyes. You weren't scared that he would judge; you knew roe, it's just you don't openly share you have them. Roe placed his hand on your head and kissed you before bringing you into his arms

“You're the most beautiful person I have ever seen, thank you for sharing”

Ronald Speirs

-It was an accident when he saw. You were changing and he walked in. This was early in the relationship and you weren't quite ready to share. As you were quick to frantically hide the scars, speirs simply watched you. You apologized and rambled on about how you got them and how he was never supposed to see them like this and if he wants to leave that's ok. You kept rambling nervously. Ron walked over to kiss you so you could stop.

“Don't ever hide your scars from me again, they're nothing to be ashamed of”

“So you're not going to leave me?”

“I'd be a fool to leave you”

Richard Winters

-You were a medic. It was in Carentan. You had gotten a tear in your uniform, luckily you had a spare. You and Winters had been dating since Camp Mackall, yet time was not something you had to see each other naked. You were in the jury-rigged med bay changing. As you lifted your shirt, Winters, oh so perfectly timed, walked in. His eyes immediately caught a view of your scars. At first, his facial expression was surprise, then confusion, then worry. But before you could let this man's thoughts get the best of him, you explained their origin. Winters stepped closer and took you into his embrace, you could hear his steady heartbeat.

"These scars... why didn't you tell me?"

"They've been there since I was a baby. I didn't want you to worry.”

“You don't have to hide anything from me, I'm here till the end”

Babe Heffron

-German artillery rained down onto the Ardennes Forest. Chaos was everywhere as people ran for shelter and trees collapsed. A part of a tree happened to impale you, it wasn't severe but it needed to be tended to. When things quieted down you seeked out Roe. You found him with Babe. You and Babe Heffron had grown close over the past few months, sharing fleeting moments of warmth and connection. Both of them saw you then the blood. Roe went to his kit, Babe had a slight panic attack. You told Babe that it looked worse than it was. Eugene confirmed it after he told you to remove your shirt. That's when babe saw the scars. His eyes widened with concern and curiosity. Before he could voice his worries, you offered an explanation. Babe accepted it and when Eugene left after patching you up Babe went to your side.

“you know, you fucking awesome with those.”

“So I'm not a freak?”

"Sweetheart, you are the most drop dead gorgeous person I have ever seen”

David Webster

-It was Holland, during a rare quiet night. You and Webster have grown closer and closer ever since Toccoa.You both took a walk near the edge of the village, the conversation turned personal. The air was crisp, and you felt comfortable enough to share more of yourself with him. You lifted your shirt to show him. Like with roe you were nervous but you knew him and trusted him. His eyes widened in surprise, and he reached out gently, his fingers tracing the lines with curiosity.

"Where did these come from? Are you okay?"

"I've had them since I was a baby. Surgery.”

"You're incredible, you know that?"

[moltengoldveins]

This is the first ever drawing to be made in space, by Alexei Leonov, titled ‘orbital sunrise’, plus the version he made once he got back to earth :

Leonov narrowly escaped death during his spacewalk. His suit expanded so rapidly in the vacuum of space he couldn’t re-enter the airlock. He had to open a hole in his suit to let out some pressure and shrink the suit enough to fit back inside - he nearly died in the attempt. The first thing he did once he was safe inside his craft was to sketch that piece.

The computers that sent us to the moon were made by lacemakers - the circuits had to be sewn by hand. Old women were the only ones skilled enough to do it. Bra makers made the space suits, too. They couldn’t use seam allowances or pins, and they were working with 20< different layers of fabric, all different thicknesses and textures. Their margin for error was less than 1/32 of an inch. Everything the astronauts wore was handmade.

Neil Armstrong had to land the Apollo 11 manually - the planned landing zone turned out to be a crater, and the computers couldn’t process quite quickly enough. He had 25 seconds of fuel left when they hit dirt. The first ever moon landing was handmade.

We taught the Mars rovers to sing ‘happy birthday’ to themselves. Opportunity served for fifteen years, far long than we’d ever thought it would last on the hard surface of Mars. When Opportunity went dark, its last message was an update on its power reserves and its failing light receptors. In other words, “My battery is low, and it’s getting dark.” We tried hundreds of times to prompt a response, and when we couldn’t reach her, we broadcasted Billie Holiday’s “I’ll Be Seeing You” to her.

…. I don’t. I can’t. Just. We talk a big smack, “the heavens declare the glory of God” or whatever, but do we ever really believe it? Do we sit and look at the sheer freaking awe of the infinity of space? The things it reveals about human nature? The little details that pull our deepest hopes and joys out of us and paint them across the headlines? The farther we get from home the more human we become, seemingly just to spite the disconnect. The greater the distance between us and the little floating jewel we call home, the easier it is to see the image of God in us. I don’t even know how to freaking say this, but if we are made in Gods image then that’s gotta mean something other than “we got two hands two feet and a dumb nose.” It’s gotta be deeper. It’s gotta be what makes us human, all the way down past our bones. And when we reach up and touch the heavens, that Humanity tends to get real easy to see, doesn’t it? Funny, that. I feel like I’m getting sucked into an orbit mentally, going round and round and round. We are a mirror of God’s image, the heavens declare the glory of God, space in all its infinite vastness is a magnifier for our humanity, just by sheer contrast. Humans, God, Space, Humans, God, Space, Humans, God-

You know, old churches during the medieval period believed the first person to be buried in a new cemetery would be trapped forever? They’d become a psychopomp, a guide for the rest of the souls who rested there, protecting them as they passed on and guarding their bodies as they decayed. So, instead of resigning a person to that fate, they’d kill an old guard dog, and they’d bury it first. That’s where the story of the ‘Church Grim’ came from: every cemetery had its own guardian spirit.

You know, the first animal to orbit the planet was also the first thing to ever die in space? Her name was Laika. She was a good dog.

Gotta love that sensation when you get like, eight new interesting science facts four new songs three new longfics two weird conversations and a Really Dope Line Of Dialogue all in a two week period and you’re like ……. This will become a story. I can feel it. They all went in the same mental pot on the back burner of my brain I can feel it simmering I just haven’t unlocked the lid yet. This is like holding a bucket of mixed kitchen cleaning supplies and watching it, Knowing it made chloroform and Waiting

[milkywayhou]

You've Got Email (König x OC: Medical Student!Snow) PART III

Summary: When the Colonel from some Private Military Corporation group accidentally send KorTac's secret file via email to a random civilian girl and now they develop some weird relationship.

or

Snow now overthinking about how fucked up her situation can be

TWs: Slow burn (not really), Implies stalking behavior. I just wrote this for fun.

Words Count: 1.9k (The email contain 1.3+ words while the rest was Snow's 4Chan post)

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

05/13/23 at 01:38 am

Subject: A late night conspiracy ramble…

Hey!

Once again it’s a late night and these weary med student brain cells are firing off all kinds of…interesting theories and connections, to say the least.

For example, okay hear me out, but what if Big Pharma is actually run by ancient shape-shifting lizard people from the center of the hollow earth who feed on human adrenal gland fluid harvested during rituals conducted at Bohemian Grove, and they started the pharmaceutical industry just to get us all addicted to medication so we’re docile little cash cows?!

I know, I know, it’s utterly ridiculous…buuuuut it would explain a few things haha! Anyways, somehow my winding thought process led me back to pondering your own doubtless intriguing backstory, oh mysterious Colonel.

You’ve given mysterious snippets here and there, but never a straight history lesson, you sly dog. Care to unravel some of those shadows for this thirsty student? Like how’d you get into this line of work anyway?

Maybe share something to take my mind off lizard people conspiracies before this insomnia kills me. You’ve got me curious now!

Conspiracizing but also bedridden,

Snow

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From: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

To: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

05/13/23 at 02:01 am

Subject: RE: A late night conspiracy ramble…

You’ve a vivid imagination, to be sure. As for my own history…it’s nothing so fanciful, I’m afraid.

I grew up isolated, with only books as company. Social skills proved…challenging. The bullying was constant. All I wanted was to disappear into the quiet of nature, far from the incessant noise inside my head.

By 17 I was desperate to escape, and the military offered just that. I dreamed of being a sniper – controlling chaos from afar through calm precision. But my frame and restlessness didn’t suit remaining still for long. They saw potential elsewhere. They assigned as an insertion specialist instead. It was difficult, but taught discipline. In time I learned to turn noise into focus, chaos into strategy.

Now I protect others as I wished to be protected then. It brings…solace, of a kind. Purpose, where once was only turmoil.

Get some rest, Snow. Sweet dreams.

König

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

05/13/23 at 02:14 am

Subject: RE: RE: A late night conspiracy ramble…

I see.

Thank you for sharing that with me. I can’t imagine how difficult those experiences must have been, but I’m grateful you found your calling in spite of them. It takes real strength of character to turn trauma into purpose like that.

Also, I should say the bullying says far more about their weakness of spirit than anything about you. Their loss, as it brought you to where you’re meant to be – helping people in your own way. I can’t help but smile thinking of a tiny bookworm König dreaming of sniping lizards in the woods! Well, you may not be in the trees anymore but it seems your aim is truer than ever.

Thinking on childhoods, mine wasn’t all sunshine either as an awkward kid. Let’s just say blending in was…challenging, to put it lightly. Between moving a lot after my parents split and living with various relatives, school was an escape into study. Seemed the safest route to gain some footing and make the family proud, at least. Kept me busy avoiding the realities outside books for a while too, I suppose. Somehow I suspect lonely bookworm me and you may have gotten along splendidly if our paths crossed back then!

Anyways, not sure where I’m going with this aside from reflecting our younger selves may have found solace in one another, strange as that sounds now in these roles. At least we’ve come into our own in the end, in our own ways. Small favors and all that.

Just a light note before sleep – rest well, König!

Your friend,

Snow

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

05/28/23 at 08:27 pm

Subject: Essay Woes and Cadaver Flashbacks

Ugh,

My apologies for this incoherent word vomit you’re about to endure. I’m approximately 5-7 days into an all-nighter essay crunch and my last two brain cells are DANCING.

This final assignment is killing me dead but at least after it’s over I can finally be done with med school! *insert jubilant celebration emoji* Of course that’s if I don’t starve to death first living off instant ramen. I’m positively wasting away without a decent meal. At this rate they’ll be teaching anatomy lectures using my lifeless body.

Whoever invents a magic food delivery service that beams freshly cooked meals directly to overworked students is getting a freaking Nobel Prize. A girl can dream, right? At this point I’d kill a man for a good pizza. *hideshypotheticalmurderweaponbehindback*

Anyways, in my spiral of delirium my thoughts keep wandering back to that fateful day months ago when I randomly received your classified KorTac email out of nowhere. Still bewildered how you even had my address to begin with…were you watching me, Colonel? *pretends to be frightened but is secretlyflattered*

Getting that file was kinda scary at first, not gonna lie. Reminded me of the first time we received our cadavers – that creepy feeling of being watched even after leaving the lab. Is that what it’s like being you, always paranoid someone has intel on you? :)

Anyways, enough gibbering – just wanted to share my pain and also wonder again how our wacky email friendship began! Stay safe out there in whatever shady places your work takes you. And send help – I mean, good luck with all the classified stuff!

Tired and Hangry,

Snow

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

05/28/23 at 08:40 pm

Subject: WHAT DID YOU DO

KÖNIG I SWEAR TO GOD

I LITERALLY JUST GOT A DELIVERY AT MY DOOR. IT WAS PIZZA AND IT WAS ALREADY PAID FOR

DUDE TELL ME YOU DIDN’T HACK INTO MY LOCATION OR SOME SHIT. HOW DO YOU KNOW WHERE I LIVE??

I’M FREAKING OUT A LITTLE NOT GONNA LIE. I KNOW YOU HAVE ACCESS TO SHADY TECH BUT PLEASE TELL ME YOU DIDN’T TRACK ME DOWN

I was joking in my last email! Sort of! Please say this was all just a coincidence. I don’t need some extra secret stalker on top of everything else ;____;

Explain yourself soldier man!!! My paranoia can only be quelled with answers.

Sending mildly panicked regards,

Snow

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From: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

To: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

05/28/23 at 09:12 pm

Subject: RE: WHAT DID YOU DO

Snow,

I assure you, any capabilities related to surveillance are reserved strictly for operations.

As for your delivery, consider it a small kindness from one overworked soul to another. Now eat, regain strength, and get back to that essay. You’ve proven quite resourceful in pulling secrets from shadows. But some mysteries deserve to remain.

Worry not and carry on with your studies.

König

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

05/28/23 at 09:25 pm

Subject: Spill. Everything. Now.

I appreciate the pizza bailout, don’t get me wrong. But my paranoia has now reached DEFCON 1 levels and it WILL NOT stand down until I get some answers. So spill. Just how much do you actually know about me? Do you have my address on file somewhere? Photos? Socials? Pet peeves? Middle name??

I understand need-to-know for operations, but this is need-to-know for my own peace of mind. Please assuage these frazzled med student nerves and assure me you’re not some mysterious stalker Colonel (unless that’s just part of your charm). I’ll even send new Luna's pics in return! Consider it a debriefing – you give, you get. Otherwise the wheels will keep spinning in my head…

Sincerely (and only mildly obsessively),

Snow

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>>Anonymous

05/29/23(Mon)22:37:10 No:132926391

Colonel Stalker Dude is freaking me out

Image: [Confused pepe scratching head.jpg 230kb, 400x400]

>Be me, a totally tired out and broke student

>Remember getting those shady files months ago

>Thought Colonel dude was cool and weird pen pal

>Even started to like him after long talks

>But NOW he knows my address???

>WTF how long has he been watching me

>On one hand it’s creepy AF but kinda flattering a high rank dude cares

>Other hand I don't want a secret stalker or to get disappeared

>Free food is nice but feeling stalked is not cash money

>Used to have bit of crush but now I'm skeeved TBH

>What do? Can't go to cops cuz questions. No close friends/fam

>Too broke to move or change info

>Maybe he’s just lonely but also maybe he climbs in my window ;____;

>What if he takes my organs in the night like some human harvester?!

>Only protection is my cat Luna and she's useless in a fight ;_;

>Try to be positive and asking him how much he know

>Currently waiting for his replied while I was writing this post

>Anons pls help, should I keep talking to possible stalker man?

Don’t want my organs harvested but also don’t wanna waste a free food connection

Very conflicted and slightly paranoid this girl is in DIRE need of advice

Anonymous 05/29/23(Mon)22:45:19 No:132926405: >>132926391(OP)#

Sounds like a thriller romance novel lol! He probs just cares in his own intense way. Keep talking but be safe, maybe feel him out more? Could be nnothing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anonymous 05/29/23(Mon)23:16:08 No:132926439: >>132926405#

IKR it does sound like a book! But what if it’s a prequel to a snuff film?! I’ll try to subtly find out wtf he knows without pissing him off…

Anonymous 05/29/23(Mon)23:37:12 No:132926502: >>132926391(OP)#

LOL girl chill no one climbin in ur windows. He prolly just admires ur spirit. Keep lines of comms open, set boundaries if needed but relax!

Anonymous 05/29/23(Mon)23:45:01 No:13292623: >>132926502#

You’re right, I do overthink! I’ll calm my farm. Thank u stranger, maybe he’s just a bored soldier man and not a psycho (´。＿。｀)

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)00:25:31 No:13292684: >>132926391(OP)#

Change ur info anyway, maybe he won’t go to ur new stuff. And get some locks/alarms jfc. Play it safe.

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)00:42:44 No:13292692: >>13292684#

Can’t change anything, I used my student email! And too broke for moves or upgrades, these loans gotta last :’( but self defense is a must, thanks!

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)01:28:19 No:132922735: >>132926391(OP)#

Send Luna pics. Also tell col u feel weird, set ground rules like no stalking. Maybe he just wants friendship. Be safe!

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)01:46:31 No:132922757: >>132922735#

[sleepy_Luna.jpg 1,3mb 1000x1000] You’re so right, communication is key. I’ll lay it all out clearly and see how it goes. Thx fren <3

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)01:59:36 No:132922805: >>132926391(OP)#

Maybe he liiiiikes you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) whatever happens keep us posted! We’re invested now lol

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)02:08:55 No:132922822: >>132922805#

omggg don't say that!! Now I'll be paranoid AND flustered X_X But I definitely will update y'all, this is quite the melodrama unfolding

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)02:15:36 No:132922811: >>132926391(OP)#

Girlll tell that stalker if he wants a piece he gonna have to pay your tuition first! Then maybe you’ll reconsider the organ harvesting. Gotta respect your worth sis 💅

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)02:23:12 No:132922834: >>132922811#

Omg you genius!!! If he’s really interested he can sponsor my broke ass med student life lol. Alleviate my debt and he gets unlimited Luna pics, win-win!

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)03:01:46 No:132922839: >>132926391(OP)#

Lmao girl you been reading too many thrillers! Military guys have ways of finding people, changing email won’t do shit. Just ask him wtf is up like a normal person

Anonymous 05/30/23(Tue)03:39:44 No:132922926: >>132922839#

Ugh you make a good point, confronting is smarter than hiding. But what if he locks me in a dungeon for being nosy?! I have no one to turn to if I disappear ;-;

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From: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

To: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

05/30/24 at 03:45am

Subject: RE: Spill. Everything. Now.

Snow,

Let’s just say I know more than you think. But rest assured, your privacy and safety remain my priority here.

As for debriefs, some questions are best left unanswered, even between…friends. Maintaining mystique has its place too, no?

Focus on your studies. I’ll focus on ensuring no more interruptions are needed.

Now get some rest. You’ve an early lab tomorrow if I’m not mistaken.

Sweet dreams.

König

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From: SnowFarron93@medschool.edu

To: Colonel_König@KorTac.mil

05/30/23 at 03:47am

Subject: DUDE.

HOW.

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This one was short because I've been busy with other stuff hahah. It sure took some twisted turn hmmM? or maybe poor Snow just over reacted ;)

Also love, comment and reblogged are really appreciate! 💖

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Consequences for your Actions

Summary: Can you make Bucky and Sam (maybe include Tony or someone) and tickle Peter as punishment cause he forgot to take his ADHD meds? Am I the only one who thinks he has ADHD? (Peter 1 btw!)

(This was a request from @honestlyuniversallycupcake ❤️ :) Thank you for requesting it, and I hope you enjoy ❤️ :))

Bucky stared at the teen currently pacing around the living room. His sleepy brain took a moment to process what exactly he was looking at.

In front of him, the Spiderman kid was muttering to himself as he paced. His hair was sticking up in multiple directions and one leg of his goofy Iron Man jogger pajama pants was halfway up his calf. He looked like he had barely slept last night and may have just spent the night pacing. However, that wasn't the craziest part.

The craziest part was the partially rearranged living room that Peter was expertly dodging during his rambling tirade. The kid wasn't even paying attention, yet he still did not hit a single piece of furniture in the maze he had constructed!

Bucky stepped into the chaos. "Uh, Peter?"

The teen kept going with his muttering, completely oblivious to the other person in the room.

"Peter." Bucky tried moving in front of him and he dodged. "Peter."

When the kid continued moving ahead, Bucky grabbed his shoulders.

"Peter!"

The teen jumped with a startled squeak. He jerked his head up, eyes wide. Once he saw who it was, he relaxed a little.

Then smacked Bucky's arm.

Bucky let him go. ". . . Ow?"

"Don't scare me like that!"

"How can I when I called your name like three times?"

Peter blinked. ". . . You called me three times?"

"Yeah." Bucky motioned to the choas around him. "But you couldn't hear me over whatever this . . ."

Peter didn't hear him this time. He was back to pacing again.

"Peter . . . Peter . . . Peter!"

Still nothing. Then again, it wasn't abnormal for the hyperfixated teen to completely shut everyone out so he could work things out.

It just wasn't normally to this extreme.

"Wow," a new voice said. "What happened in here?"

Bucky watched Sam scan the mess as he walked into the room. "Can't tell if he's taken up interior decorating or the art of feng shui."

Sam tracked the teen around the room. "You going Marie Kondo on us kid?"

Sam was also ignored by the teen.

"Kid?"

"Good luck," Bucky retorted as he maneuvered himself closer. "He's been ignoring me too."

Sam crossed his arms, his eyebrows furrowing in thought.

"What are you thinking?"

The Falcon nodded to the teen. "He take his meds recently?"

This caused Bucky to turn too. The distracted teen definitely didn't look like he had taken any meds today . . . or maybe even yesterday.

Before the Winter Soldier could ask, Sam stepped around him. "Hey kid."

Still nothing.

With a huff, Sam grabbed the teen's shoulders. "Peter Parker."

The teen froze, eyes going wide again. He relaxed when he also recognized this figure, yanking himself out of the hold. "What do you want?"

"You take your meds this morning?"

Peter opened his mouth to respond then slowly closed it. The look on his face told the other two that the chances he had were low.

Bucky stepped over to the kitchen. Peter kept his meds in a cup by the sink. Since he would come down to the kitchen first thing, it made sense to keep them there. He'd always put the meds back in the cup upside down to remind himself when he came back later. It wasn't a flawless system, but it did help.

When Bucky looked into the cup, he was greeted to the cap of the medication and a bone dry cup.

The Winter Soldier took the evidence with him into the living room. "Look what I found."

Sam, his grip still on Peter's shoulders, took a peek at the cup. He then turned back to Peter. "That explains it."

Peter looked at the cup too. "Whoops."

He then tried to go back to what he was doing, but Sam yanked him. "Nuh-uh. Whoops ain't going to cut it here Meghan Trainor."

While the teen squirmed to get out of the hold, Bucky set the cup aside. He flipped the couch back upright from where it had been knocked over.

Peter side eyed the two. "What are you-AH!"

When the couch was ready, Sam practically shoved the teen in the direction of Bucky.

The Winter Soldier then scooped up the squirming teen before tossing him on the couch.

Peter tried to get back up, but Bucky yanked him back by his legs.

"What are you doing!" demanded the teen.

Sam moved toward the couch, a smirk growing on his face. "Did you forget?"

Peter kept trying to squirm out of Bucky's hold. "Forget what?"

Sam leaned closer. "What did we say we'd do if you forget your meds?"

The teen was so focused on trying to kick Bucky that he wasn't fully listening to what was asked of him. "I don't know. Let me go!"

Meanwhile, Bucky and Sam shared a glance from the corner of their eyes. They had told the teen the moment he got the medication that they would 'punish' him if he didn't keep up with it. They knew the teen was responsible, but sometimes he needed some motivation to keep track of things.

In response, Peter had rolled his eyes with a grumbled response of not being a baby. Then muttered something about being able to take care of himself before leaving the room.

He had done great with the medication; however, all good habits do slip up from time to time.

Sam sat on the edge of the couch. "Nuh-uh. You forget to take your meds, you get the consequence."

Peter huffed, giving the Falcon an annoyed look.

"Maybe this will remind you to take your meds," continued Sam, emphasizing the this by attacking the kid's sides with squeezes.

Peter squeaked in surprise before bursting into laughter and grabbing Sam's wrists. He had indeed forgotten this little part of the deal.

Then Bucky attacked his knees.

The teen squeaked even more loudly before his laughter grew louder. He tried kicking again, but he couldn't quite get his limbs out of the super strength hold.

"Do you have anything to say?" Sam asked.

"Ihim sohorryhy!" Peter defended.

"Yeah, you'd better be," retorted Bucky as he moved down Peter's legs. "You going to do it again?"

A genuine snort left the teen's lips as he tried to kick out. "Nohoho!"

Meanwhile, Sam moved down to his hips. "You're going to finish getting your consequence then you're going to march your behind back into that kitchen and take your medication. You hear me?"

All Peter could do at the moment was nod.

"Good." Sam gathered his arms into his hands. "Now hold still."

With another squeak, Peter tugged on his arms. This could lead to one of two things. He was either getting his armpits attacked or one of them was going to blow a raspberry.

And Peter's nerves did not want to see which one they would choose.

Sam, though, yanked on the teen's arms again. "Hey, what happened to accepting your consequences?"

"Ihi dihid!"

Bucky scoffed. "You thought we were done?"

That comment made Peter even more nervous. Especially with Bucky still spidering down his calves.

Sam shook his head, continuing to fight with Peter's arms. "Nowhere near done with you."

With a yelp, Peter used his super strength to pull his arms out of the Falcon's grip for a second.

Sam huffed while working to get a grip back on them. "Think you can leave his legs alone long enough to help me?"

Bucky shifted forward. "You didn't ask for it."

"Get up here and help me."

There was another loud shift when Bucky finally moved closer to Peter's upper body.

The teen squeaked when he felt four hands grab his arms and force them upwards. He tried to keep up the battle, but two against one was never fair. Especially when the person they're up against is flustered and nervous.

Finally, Peter's arms went up high enough for Sam to jump down and wriggle his fingers into the kid's armpits.

Peter shrieked before his arms came crashing back down. Cackles burst out of his mouth as Sam's trapped fingers kept going to town on his pits.

"There we go," Sam teased. "Stubborn little baby."

Bucky crossed his now free arms. "You just used me to get his sweet spot?"

"No."

"So I'm going to get a turn?"

Sam shook his head. "Nah, this one's mine."

Bucky glared. "Then where am I supposed to go?"

The grin on the Falcon's face could rival the Grinch. "Well, his arms are already busy."

The Winter Soldier looked between Sam then down at the cackling teen's torso. A laugh burst out of him when he connected the dots. "You are pure evil Wilson."

Sam stilled his fingers currently in Peter's armpits. "What kind of Avengers would we be if we didn't get the message across?"

Bucky began to move. "Not very good ones I guess."

Immediately, Peter's eyes went wide as he bucked in between his residual giggles. "Wahait! No!"

Before he could get another word out of his mouth, Sam started worming his fingers again.

Peter went back to cackling, his t-shirt riding up a little higher. His nerves skyrocketed even more when he felt Bucky's cold metal hand settle next to his side. "NO!'

A moment later, the Winter Soldier tugged up the shirt before lowering his face down.

"NOHO! BUCKY!"

Then the first raspberry was blown.

The sound that left Peter's mouth couldn't fully be classified as a shriek or a squeal. It may have been closer to a scream, but it was hard to tell.

Bucky kept going with the torturous raspberries, throwing in a some nuzzles and nibbles for good measure. All the while Sam's fingers dug into his pits.

By now, Peter couldn't even squirm from the overwhelming ticklish feeling. The only thing that was moving was his legs as they kicked around on the couch.

The teen's face also began to take on a lovely shade of red. His mouth was wide open as every ticklish sound imaginable poured into the room. With his eyes screwed shut, he couldn't see the attacks either so he was being surprised every time Bucky came back down.

And for one long tortuous minute, Peter was fully convinced this was how he would die.

"Hey." Someone jostled his shoulder. "Gigglefest."

Peter finally tuned back in to his surroundings. His entire body buzzed, feeling like he was on some sort of adrenaline high. That's when he realized something.

When had they stopped?

Bucky stepped up to the right of him. "Drama king."

Peter managed to get enough energy up to shove the super solider. "Shut uhup."

That pulled a chuckle out of Bucky. "So, what are you going to do now?"

The teen's arm dropped down, his hand coming to rest on the carpet. "Sleheep."

He really hadn't slept that much last night.

"Ah, no." Sam grabbed Peter by the shoulders and tugged him to a standing position. "You are going to go take your meds."

A whine escaped the teen's throat.

Sam guided him by the shoulder toward the direction of the kitchen entrance. "Quit your whining and get yourself in gear."

From behind, Bucky grabbed a handful of the teen's shirt to stop him. Atleast, long enough for him to slap the cup with the meds into one of his hands.

Peter jumped at the grab, his body still a bit buzzy after the attack. His shoulders dropped and he rolled his eyes while pulling himself free. "I can take care of myself."

"Then act like it," Sam shot to the teen's retreating back.

Peter huffed. These guys were the worst.

Well, maybe not the worst, but they were close to it.

[justabunchofdragons]

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close to home | chapter twenty four

close to home | chapter twenty four

plot: Daryl finds out that the reader set off, while the reader regrets her decision while she finds disaster on the road at every turn

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,116 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!!

Daryl sighed with relief when he saw Michonne through the bushes and made his way toward her. Noah was on his trail, seeing all the unasked questions on her face. She led him and Noah into the church, where everyone was asking questions at once. 

Daryl explained what happened and how Noah knew Beth. He explained what happened to Carol and how the hospital worked. That both Carol and Beth were now slaves there and that they needed to help them. 

He didn’t notice you weren’t there in the chaos of explaining everything to Rick, and when he looked around, Rick noticed. 

“I gotta talk to you,” Rick said, “About (Y/N).”

Daryl looked around the room again as his heart sped up. He didn’t see the damn cat, either. “What about her?”

“She’s gone,”

His mouth went dry, and his head swooned. “Whatta ya mean she gone?” He yelled. 

Rick rubbed his head and took a step back, “Abraham. They wanted to leave. I needed their help. Glenn made a deal. They’re on their way to D.C.”

“What?” Daryl asked. 

“She went with them. She couldn’t part from Maggie. She told me… she asked me to tell you she was sorry and knew you would understand.”

“I don’t!” Daryl yelled, grabbing his crossbow and heading towards the door. 

“Where are you going?”

“To find her! Bring ‘em back,” Daryl said. 

“Daryl…” Rick caught up with the archer and grabbed his arm. “They left this morning. I have a map of what route they’re taking. Once we figure out Beth and Carol, we’re going after them.”

***

thirteen hours earlier

You were sitting on the bus by yourself, your arms crossed and your legs propped up on the backrest of the seat in front of you. Tora was lying next to you, sleeping soundly, and your bag kept bumping into your feet. 

Your side was hurting, but it was better this morning. With all the pain meds getting you through the worst, you were sure it would get better now. It still ached, but you’d managed to perfectly fine this morning. And Rick made sure you took enough of the medkit to see yourself through. You cried when you said goodbye to him and Carl, and thanked them endlessly for letting you be a part of the family. 

It was hot in the bus, and being locked in here with people who hadn’t bathed in who knows how long didn’t help. And being so heartbroken over leaving the rest of your family only made things worse. You didn’t know what happened to Daryl and Carol. They could be dead for all you knew; you had to live with it now. You could only hope and pray that they’re okay and will be leaving to follow you soon. 

As much as you hated leaving everyone and how much you longed for your best friend already, you didn’t regret it. Being with Maggie, with Glenn, they were your family in a way that nobody else was. She was your blood, and he was basically a brother now. You couldn’t have let them go. So you didn’t regret your decision. It just really sucked that it was basically made for you. 

You ignored the group as they talked. You weren’t interested in hearing Eugene ramble on about how he will save the world. What he said didn’t make sense anyway. And you certainly didn’t care about listening to Rosita talk about haircuts. 

You just wanted to sulk in the back of the bus and wish that things were different. 

You rolled your eyes when you heard Eugene ramble on about the Human Genome Project and then closed them to hopefully get some sleep. 

Some sort of explosion up front made you jump, and the bus shifted dramatically as Abraham tried to get control of the vehicle. You grabbed the seat tightly and looked ahead, just in time to watch Abraham hit a car, and then you were airborne. 

Your head smacked against the side of the bus as it landed, and you yelled in pain. Your vision was blurry as you tried to sit up. There was broken glass and smoke filling the air, and you stumbled as you tried to get up.

Tora was meowing in anger, and you looked for her, wincing, and finally found her. The bag landed on her, and she was all tangled up but seemed okay for the most part. You heard Abraham calling for Eugene, and Glenn came to check on you. Once he saw you were okay, he gave your arm a squeeze and then went to help Abraham. 

You quickly knelt down and put Tora in the bag. You could hear the walkers assembling outside; the last thing you needed was for her to bolt. Slinging the bag on your back, you grabbed your scattered weapons and walked towards the door. Eugene and Tara had already made their way out. 

Maggie yelled at you to stand back and let them handle it that you were still healing, but you ignored her and worked to kill a walker and then some. 

When they finally dropped, you knelt on the ground and breathed heavily. Tora was meowing in the bag, and you let her out. 

“Are you okay?” Maggie asked. 

You nodded and looked over when Abraham started yelling--again. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the water Maggie offered you. 

There was nothing you wanted more than to sit down, but the group wanted to keep moving, so you didn’t complain. 

***

You reached a small town a few hours after sunset and found a library to hold up in for the night. You were more than happy to see where you would be staying and couldn’t wait to lie down and sleep for the night. 

But there were things to do first, and you all worked together to get the place in tip-top shape. Before long, the place was decent enough, and you sat down to drink toilet water and eat the little rations you had left. 

Tora curled up near your legs and stared up at you with her big eyes, and you felt a wide range of emotions. You would miss seeing Carl give her love and attention and then watch her offer affection to anyone who would give her food. 

You reached down and gave her pets behind the ear and then her belly. Then you finally laid down and slept.

[am0ralexis]

The Virgin College Freshman (smut) ❤️‍🔥

The first time I saw you, you were standing in the doorway of our dorm room, clutching a suitcase like it was the only thing keeping you from floating away. Freshman orientation had barely ended, and here you were, wide-eyed and nervous, already looking like you regretted every decision that led you here. I couldn’t help but smirk. Too easy.

“Uh… hi,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I think I’m supposed to be rooming here? My name’s Y/N.”

I leaned back in my chair, spinning my pen between my fingers. “Alex,” I said, tipping my head in your direction. “Senior. Welcome to the chaos.”

You glanced around the room like you were trying to find the chaos, but all you saw were my neatly stacked books, a half-finished Lego set on my desk, and the beanie I’d tossed on the bed. “Oh,” you said, your voice a little steadier now. “Thanks. I didn’t realize the dorms were co-ed.”

“Surprise,” I said dryly, gesturing to the space. “Guess they’re running out of rooms. Lucky you, huh?”

You chuckled nervously, setting your suitcase down. “Yeah, lucky me. You’re… uh, you’re a senior?”

“Yep,” I said, popping the ‘p’. “Law school. You?”

“Um, pre-med,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck. “I mean, I’m just starting, so…”

“Ah, a baby doctor,” I teased, stretching my arms over my head. “Don’t worry, I’ll take you under my wing. Show you the ropes.”

You smiled at that, a small, shy thing that made something in my chest twist. Cute. Too cute. And way too innocent for your own good.

The first few weeks were… interesting. You were quiet, focused, always buried in your textbooks or taking notes like your life depended on it. I, on the other hand, was the definition of chaos—late-night study sessions, rambling rants about my cases, and the occasional Blue Hawaiian when the stress got too much. You’d watch me with this curious look, like you were trying to figure me out, but never said much.

Until one night.

It was late, the kind of late where the dorm was dead silent, and the only sound was the hum of the AC. You were sitting on the edge of your bed, staring at your hands like they held the answers to the universe. I was lounging on my side of the room, flipping through a case file when I noticed the tension in your shoulders.

“What’s up?” I asked, breaking the silence.

You jumped, glancing up at me like you’d forgotten I was there. “Oh, uh… nothing. Just… thinking.”

“About?” I prodded, setting the file aside.

You hesitated, biting your lip. “It’s stupid.”

“Try me,” I said, leaning forward, elbows on my knees.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I just… I feel so behind, you know? Everyone else seems so confident, like they’ve got it all figured out. And I’m just… I don’t even know what I’m doing.”

“Welcome to college,” I said with a chuckle. “Nobody knows what they’re doing. Trust me, I’m a senior, and I’m still winging it.”

You smiled at that, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “Yeah, but… it’s not just that. I mean, I’ve never even… you know.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Never even what?”

You turned bright red, avoiding my gaze. “Never even… kissed anyone. Or… anything.”

Ah. So that’s what this is about. I leaned back, studying you. “You’re a virgin?”

You nodded, still not looking at me. “I know it’s dumb. It’s just… everyone else seems so experienced, and I’m… not.”

I tilted my head, considering. “It’s not dumb,” I said finally. “It’s just… rare. Especially in college.”

You laughed, but it was hollow. “Yeah, I figured.”

The room fell silent again, the weight of your confession hanging in the air. I couldn’t help but feel… something. Pity? Curiosity? I wasn’t sure. But the longer I looked at you, the more I realized how small you looked, how vulnerable. And for some reason, that made me want to fix it.

“You know,” I said slowly, “if you really wanted to… change that… it wouldn’t be hard to arrange.”

You froze, your eyes snapping to mine. “W-what do you mean?”

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I mean, I could help you out. If you wanted.”

You blinked at me, your cheeks turning even redder. “You… you’d do that?”

“Why not?” I said, leaning forward again. “It’s just sex. Nothing to freak out about.”

You stared at me, your breath hitching. “I… I don’t know.”

“It’s your call,” I said, holding up my hands. “No pressure. But if you want to… I’m here.”

You looked down at your hands again, your fingers twisting together. “I… I think I want to,” you said finally, your voice barely audible.

I nodded, standing up slowly. “Okay. Then let’s do this.”

I crossed the room, stopping in front of you. You looked up at me, your eyes wide, your lips slightly parted. I reached out, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “Relax,” I murmured. “It’s just me.”

You nodded, but your hands were trembling. I leaned down, my lips brushing against yours in a soft, teasing kiss. You froze for a moment before hesitantly kissing me back, your movements awkward and unsure. I deepened the kiss, my hand cupping your cheek, and felt you relax into it.

When I pulled back, you were breathing hard, your eyes dazed. “Okay?” I asked.

You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. “Yeah.”

I smiled, gently pushing you back onto the bed. “Good. Then let’s take this slow, yeah?”

You nodded again, your eyes locked on mine as I climbed on top of you, my hands sliding under your shirt. You shivered at the contact, your breath hitching as I pressed another kiss to your lips.

“Relax,” I murmured against your skin. “I’ve got you.”

Your body tensed under mine as I slid my hand down your stomach, my fingers skimming the edge of your jeans. I could feel the faint tremble in your muscles, the way your hips jerked slightly at the first touch of my palm against the fabric. So sensitive, I thought, a small smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. You were so responsive, so new to all of this, and it was intoxicating.

I leaned in closer, my breath warm against your ear as I whispered, “How does that feel?”

Your voice came out as a breathy exhale, barely audible. “I… I don’t know.”

I chuckled softly, my fingers tracing the waistband of your jeans before slipping beneath it. “That’s okay. Just tell me if it’s too much, yeah?”

You nodded quickly, your eyes wide and fixed on mine like I was the only thing anchoring you to the moment. I could see the conflict in them—nervousness, curiosity, a faint spark of something more. I wanted to stoke that spark, to see it grow into something undeniable.

My hand moved lower, brushing against the soft fabric of your underwear. You gasped, your hips twitching again as my fingers grazed the heat between your legs. So warm, I thought, my own breath catching for a moment. I pressed my palm against you, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm.

“Alex—”

“Shh,” I murmured, my lips brushing against your ear. “Just feel it.”

Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, your knuckles turning white as I began to move my fingers in slow, deliberate circles. I could feel you growing wetter, your body responding to the touch even as your mind struggled to process it. Every little sound you made—every gasp, every whimper—was like music to me. I wanted to hear more.

I kissed your neck, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin as I pressed a little harder. Your hips lifted off the bed, seeking more friction, more contact. That’s it, I thought, my heart pounding in my chest. Let go.

“Do you like that?” I asked, my voice low and husky.

You nodded frantically, your breath coming in short, uneven bursts. “Y-yes… but…”

“But what?” I prompted, my fingers still moving, teasing, exploring.

“I… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” you admitted, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

I smiled against your neck, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. “You don’t have to do anything. Just let me take care of you.”

Your lips parted like you wanted to say something, but no words came out. Instead, you just stared at me, your eyes swimming with a mix of fear and desire. I could see the struggle in them, the way your mind was trying to catch up with your body. You’d spent so much of your life waiting, holding back, and now… now you’re mine.

I kissed you again, deep and slow, swallowing the soft moan that escaped your lips as my fingers found their way beneath your underwear. Your breath hitched when I touched you properly, my fingertips gliding over your slick folds. You were so wet, so ready, and it sent a jolt of heat straight through me.

“You’re doing so good,” I murmured against your lips, my fingers moving in slow, teasing circles. “Just let me make you feel good, okay?”

You nodded again, your hands moving to grip my shoulders instead of the sheets. Your nails dug into my skin lightly, a silent plea for more, and I was more than happy to oblige.

I curled my fingers inside you, testing, exploring, and you gasped loudly, your back arching off the bed. I could feel the way your walls clenched around me, so tight, so warm, and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to lose myself in that sensation.

“Fuck, Y/N,” I breathed, my forehead resting against yours. “You feel so good.”

Your face flushed at the words, but you didn’t look away. Instead, you held my gaze, your eyes full of something I couldn’t quite name—trust, maybe, or surrender. Whatever it was, it made my chest ache in the best possible way.

I moved my fingers faster, deeper, watching as your reactions shifted from tentative to desperate. Your hips moved in time with my hand, your breath coming in short, uneven gasps that made my own body ache with want. I wanted to see you fall apart, to watch you come undone because of me.

“Alex, I… I think I’m—”

“Let go,” I whispered, my lips brushing against yours. “It’s okay. Just let go.”

And you did.

Your body tensed, your back arching as you came with a soft, broken cry. I held you through it, my fingers working you through the waves of pleasure until you finally collapsed back onto the bed, trembling and breathless.

I pulled my hand away slowly, bringing it to my lips to taste you. Your eyes widened at the gesture, your face flushing even darker, but you didn’t look away.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire.

You shook your head, your voice barely a whisper. “I… I don’t know what I’m doing.”

I kissed you again, silencing your doubts with my lips. “You don’t have to know. Just let me show you.”

I reached for the button of your jeans, my fingers trembling slightly as I popped it open. Your breath hitched, but you didn’t stop me. Instead, you just watched with wide, curious eyes as I tugged them down your legs, leaving you exposed and vulnerable in front of me.

I kissed my way down your body, my lips trailing over every inch of skin until I reached the apex of your thighs. You tensed when I hovered there, your hands gripping the sheets again.

“Alex, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” I interrupted, my voice firm but gentle. “Let me take care of you.”

I didn’t wait for a response. Instead, I leaned in, my tongue running a slow, teasing line up your slit. You gasped, your hips jerking involuntarily, and I couldn’t help but smirk against your skin.

“Alex, I—”

“Shh,” I murmured, my breath warm against you. “Just feel it.”

I licked you again, slower this time, savoring the way your body responded to every touch. You were so sensitive, so reactive, and it was driving me wild. I wanted to memorize every sound, every movement, every little gasp that escaped your lips.

My hands gripped your hips, holding you still as I pressed my mouth against you, my tongue working in slow, deliberate circles. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, your hands tangling in my hair as you tried to pull me closer.

“Alex, please—”

“I’ve got you,” I murmured, my voice barely audible. “Just let go.”

Your hips bucked against my mouth, your breath coming in short, uneven gasps as I worked you closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the way your body tensed, the way your fingers tightened in my hair, and I knew you were close.

“Alex, I’m—”

“Let go,” I whispered, my lips brushing against you. “It’s okay. Just let go.”

And you did, your body arching off the bed as you came again, harder this time, your cries echoing through the room. I held you through it, my tongue working you through the waves of pleasure until you finally collapsed back onto the bed, trembling and spent.

I kissed my way back up your body, my lips brushing against yours as I whispered, “How does that feel?”

You stared at me, your eyes still glazed with pleasure, your voice barely a whisper. “I… I don’t know.”

I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “That’s okay. Just tell me if it’s too much, yeah?”

You nodded, your eyes locked on mine like I was the only thing anchoring you to the moment.

“Good,” I murmured, my lips brushing against yours. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

I pulled back slightly, my lips lingering just above yours, our breaths mingling in the charged air between us. Your body was still trembling from the intensity of what I’d done to you, and I couldn’t help but smirk at the effect I had on you. So innocent, so pliable. It was almost too easy, but I wasn’t about to stop now. Not when I could feel the heat of your body pressing against mine, the way your heart was racing as if it might burst from your chest.

“You’re doing so good, Y/N,” I murmured, my voice low and smooth, like honey dripping over the edge of a spoon. My hand trailed down your side, fingers skimming over the softness of your skin before settling on your hip. I gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling the way your body tensed under my touch. So responsive, so eager. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Do you trust me?”

You didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” you breathed, the word barely audible but laced with something I couldn’t quite place—anticipation, maybe, or desperation. Either way, it sent a thrill coursing through me.

“Good,” I said, my voice dropping even lower, almost a growl. I shifted slightly, guiding your hand with mine, letting my fingers lace through yours as I brought them to the waistband of my jeans. I could feel the way your hand trembled, the way your breath hitched as you realized where I was leading you. “Touch me, Y/N,” I whispered, my lips trailing down the side of your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Feel what you do to me.”

Your fingers hesitated for a moment, and I could feel the uncertainty radiating off you. But then, slowly, you moved your hand, your fingers brushing against the bulge in my jeans. I sucked in a sharp breath, my hips pressing forward instinctively, seeking more of your touch. God, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.

“That’s it,” I encouraged, my voice rough with desire. I released your hand, letting you explore on your own, watching as you tentatively cupped me through the fabric of my jeans. A low groan escaped my lips, and I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking good at this.”

Your eyes flicked up to meet mine, wide and innocent, yet there was a spark of something else in them now—curiosity, maybe, or hunger. I couldn’t tell, and honestly, I didn’t care. All I cared about was the way your hand was moving, the way your fingers were tracing the outline of my cock, learning the shape of me. So eager, so willing. It was intoxicating.

“Do you want to feel more?” I asked, my voice husky and thick with need. I reached down, my fingers curling around the zipper of my jeans, pulling it down slowly, deliberately, giving you plenty of time to back out if you wanted to. But you didn’t. Your eyes were locked on mine, your lips parted, your breath coming in shallow gasps. You’re all in, aren’t you?

I pushed my jeans down just far enough to free my cock, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my skin. My hand wrapped around the base, giving myself a slow, deliberate stroke, my eyes never leaving yours. “Your turn,” I said, guiding your hand back to me, letting your fingers wrap around my length. “Stroke me, Y/N. Feel what you do to me.”

Your touch was tentative at first, your fingers barely grazing me, but then you tightened your grip, your hand moving in a slow, awkward rhythm. It wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t need to be. The fact that it was you, that it was your first time doing this, made it so much hotter. My hips jerked forward involuntarily, a low moan escaping my lips as I felt the warmth of your hand, the softness of your skin.

“That’s it,” I breathed, my voice rough and uneven. I reached up, cupping your face in my hand, my thumb brushing over your cheek. “You’re a natural, Y/N. So fucking perfect.”

Your cheeks flushed at the praise, and I could see the way your chest was rising and falling, your breaths coming faster now. You were getting bolder, your hand moving with more confidence, your strokes becoming firmer, more deliberate. I could feel the pressure building inside me, the need to take you, to claim you, becoming almost unbearable.

“Alex,” you whispered, your voice trembling with something I couldn’t quite place—fear, maybe, or desire. “I… I don’t know what to do.”

“You’re doing just fine,” I assured you, my voice soft but laced with intensity. I leaned in, my lips brushing against yours, my free hand sliding down to your waist, pulling you closer. “Just let go, Y/N. Let me take care of you.”

Your hand tightened around me, and I groaned, my hips thrusting forward instinctively. I could feel the tension in your body, the way you were teetering on the edge of something you didn’t quite understand. And that was okay. I’d guide you through it. I’d show you exactly what you were capable of.

“Alex,” you breathed again, your voice barely audible, but there was an urgency to it now, a desperation that sent a shiver down my spine. “Please…”

I didn’t need to be told twice. My hand slid down to your ass, lifting you slightly as I backed you up against the wall, my body pressing against yours. My lips crashed into yours, hungry and demanding, my tongue slipping into your mouth, claiming you in a way that left no room for doubt. You’re mine, Y/N. All mine.

I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses in their wake. My hand found its way between your legs, fingers teasing you, coaxing you open. “You’re so wet for me,” I murmured, my voice dark with desire. “You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, your hands gripping my shoulders, your body arching into my touch. “Please, Alex…”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I lined myself up with you, the tip of my cock pressing against your entrance, and I paused for a moment, just long enough to make sure you were ready. “Relax, Y/N,” I whispered, my voice soft but firm. “Let me in.”

You nodded, your eyes closing, your breath coming in shallow gasps. I pushed forward slowly, feeling the way your body resisted at first, then gave way to me, your walls stretching to accommodate me. I groaned, my head falling forward, my forehead resting against yours. Fuck, you feel so good.

“Look at me, Y/N,” I commanded, my voice rough and demanding. Your eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine, and I could see the mix of pleasure and pain in them. “You’re doing so good,” I murmured, my hips starting to move, slow and deliberate, giving you time to adjust. “So fucking good.”

Your hands gripped my shoulders tighter, your nails digging into my skin as I started to move, my thrusts becoming more confident, more purposeful. I could feel the way your body was responding to me, the way your walls were clenching around me, pulling me deeper with every thrust. Fuck, Y/N, you’re going to be the death of me.

“Alex,” you whimpered, your voice trembling with need, your hips starting to move against mine, matching my rhythm. “I… I can’t…”

“You can,” I growled, my hand sliding down to your ass, lifting you slightly to give me better access. My thrusts became harder, faster, my cock driving into you with a force that left you gasping. “You’re mine, Y/N. All mine.”

Your body tightened around me, your walls clenching as you teetered on the edge of oblivion. I could feel the way your muscles were trembling, the way your breaths were coming in short, desperate gasps. “Alex, I’m going to—”

“Come for me, Y/N,” I demanded, my voice rough and commanding, my thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

Your body convulsed around me, a strangled cry escaping your lips as you came, your walls tightening around me like a vice. I groaned, my hips jerking forward as I felt myself being pulled over the edge, my cock pulsing inside you as I came, my body shuddering with the intensity of it.

I stayed like that for a moment, my forehead resting against yours, our breaths mingling as we both came down from the high. “You did so good, Y/N,” I murmured, my voice soft but laced with satisfaction. “So fucking good.”

[thecomfywriter]

✨️AND ON THE SECOND DAY OF ASKMAS-✨️ Cara was raised by a dragon, right? I'm not misremembering that? Did being raised that way give her any peculiarities? (If I'm fully wrong, same question sans dragon, I suppose)

hi ilia! thank you for the ask! this is a fun one! i'm not gonna yamble at ALL lets get into it!

day three of tcw's askmas--cara and her underwater childhood:

okay! first off--you are correct: she was indeed raised by a black dragon as a child. her history is slightly revealed in her first pov chapter in tov, "cara the cairoyas pixie", where she tells alan the story behind her collarbone tattoo. in terms of if her childhood gave her any peculiarities, YES. YES AND THEY'RE SO COOL.

let's start with her breathing style. so fun fact about cairoyas/dragon anatomy--they only have one lung. where their second lung is supposed to be, there's a magical organ called the "magic bladder" which synthesizes raw magic (arcanic materials) for magical use. it connects directly to the lung and extends out to the rest of the body in a similar fashion to the nervous system. i have a whole lore doc on the anatomy of cairoyas (lol its the med in me), but the most important part of me mentioning this is to highlight how the magic bladder works for dancers and for dragons.

see, rather than simply synthesizing raw magic in that hollow organ, dancers and dragons also have the capability to synthesize their singing element. so a black dragon or a water dancer would be able to synthesize water in their magic bladder, which can travel throughout their networks and excrete out of their skin (or their claws/breath for dragons) for usage.

additionally, the lung in black dragons are different. it is made of a dual membrane of regular semipermeable epithelial tissue and GILL TISSUE. aka, their lungs can function as "human lungs" or switch into "gill mode" and start filtering oxygen out of water, allowing them to breathe underwater.

why is this important? because the black dragon cara was raised by taught her how to use her magic bladder to not only fill her lung with water on command, but how to recreate the dragon "gill mode" in her own body. aka, she can breathe underwater.

its the reason why she is such a good swimmer, and also why she's inheritly a better water-dancer than all of them combined. the black dragon also taught her how to find her specialty magic at a young age by teaching her how to deconstruct every tissue in her body and turn it into liquid that she could control, effectively allowing her the ability to liquify and rematerialize her body at will.

when i tell you cara is FASCINATING bro...

anyways! thanks for the ask ilia!

-- reviving the dead taglist --

@wyked-ao3 @an-indecisive-nerd @drchenquill

@paeliae-occasionally @theink-stainedfolk @inseasofgreen

@thelovelymachinery @the-letterbox-archives @illarian-rambling

@bunnymermaidwrites @the-golden-comet @sm-writes-chaos

@leahnardo-da-veggie

[please tell me if you don't wanna be tagged i promise i will stop 🥺)

[iamabitmessedup]

Here you go guys, have some Ex-husbands in Sonic Prime material.

Sonic and Nine sat on the edge of the wrecked platform, the chaos of their earlier fight still buzzing faintly in the air like static electricity. Sonic was slumped forward, his quills drooping, eyes half-lidded as he stared at absolutely nothing. Nine, meanwhile, was rambling on about something—probably some techno-jargon about their next steps or maybe just how incredibly irritating Sonic was.

Nine wasn’t sure if Sonic was even listening. Actually, no, he was certain Sonic wasn’t listening. His suspicions were confirmed when Sonic started subtly swaying, like a wind-blown leaf, clearly zoning out.

“Are you even paying attention, idiot?!” Nine snapped, punching Sonic’s arm hard enough to make his whole body jerk.

“OW! What was that for?!” Sonic yelped, snapping out of his daze. He rubbed his arm, scowling. “Geez, Nine, take a chill pill.”

Nine crossed his arms and glared. “Take a chill pill? Maybe you should take something. Like focus meds, maybe! You’ve been staring into space like a moron for the past five minutes. Focus up, you blue dolt!”

Sonic blinked, his scowl fading into something softer, almost melancholic. Nine expected him to snap back, but instead, Sonic just… deflated. The punch, the harsh words, the tone—it all hit him in a way Nine couldn’t have anticipated.

It wasn’t just Nine yelling at him. No, it was Shadow’s voice echoing in his head. That same sharp edge, that same exasperated but oddly caring undertone. “Focus, you idiot,” Shadow used to say, usually while dragging Sonic out of trouble or patching him up after one of his reckless stunts. Sonic’s chest ached, and before he knew it, he was blinking back tears.

Nine froze. “Uh… Why do you look like you’re about to cry?” he asked, voice tinged with alarm. “It wasn’t that hard of a punch, was it?”

Sonic sniffed, his bottom lip trembling in a way that made Nine deeply uncomfortable. Then, as if this wasn’t already weird enough, Sonic sighed dramatically, his voice cracking as he said, “I miss my husband, Nine. I miss him so much right now.”

Nine’s jaw dropped. His goggles nearly slid off his face. “Your what?”

“My husband,” Sonic repeated, voice heavy with emotion. He rested his chin on his fist, staring wistfully into the middle distance. “Shadow. The love of my life. My one and only. Sure, he was an asshole, but he was my asshole, you know?”

Nine just blinked. His brain short-circuited, his many tails twitching in disbelief. “…You’re married?”

“Were,” Sonic corrected, sighing again like a tragic protagonist in a soap opera. “Ex-husband. He left me. Took the Chaos Emeralds and walked right out the door.”

“You’re, like, fifteen!” Nine exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “What do you mean you were married?!”

“It’s a long story,” Sonic muttered, his voice thick with heartbreak. He wiped at his eyes dramatically. “Man, what I wouldn’t give to see him again. Even an alternate version. I don’t care if he’s still a jerk. I just want—” He hiccupped. “I just want to hear him call me an idiot one more time.”

Nine stared at Sonic, utterly at a loss. He had come to terms with a lot of weird things since meeting this blue lunatic, but this? This was a whole new level of What the fuck.

“…What the fuck, Sonic?” was all Nine managed to say.

[ricky-tiki-tah]

Ego Headcanons: The Cranky Crew

The Crank House is home to most of Ethan Nestor’s egos, The Cranky Crew.

Mad Mike(he/him): ally. Outgoing and good with kids. Older twin brother to Heapass. Constantly smells sweet. Uses his power to keep the Crank House supplied with ADHD meds. Surprisingly very responsible. - Powers: can conjure up both ice cream and any drug.

Heapass(he/him): aro gnc. Talks in third person. Friends with Yancy. The younger twin brother of Mike, later the unofficial younger brother of all the Cranks. Likes watching Mrs T’s animated stories. - Powers: always “knows a guy”.

Mrs Thompson(she/her): ally. Grandmother and parental figure to the Cranks. A part time novel writer. Fingers are always stained with typewriter ink. Enjoys sitting and having morning coffee with Father E - Powers: anything she writes becomes an animation.

Father Ethan(he/him): ally. Originally started as a religious figure, later morphing into a father figure. Is the Dad ego. Keeps the house running with Mrs T and is always willing to listen to the others. - Powers: a calming presence.

Blank(he/they): nonbinary aroace. Depressed anxious glitchy boy. Eyes drip black ink similar to how The Host’s drips blood. In a relationship with Eef. - Powers: can teleport through screens.

Postman(he/him): questioning ally. Is a mailman. Doesn’t live in Crank House. Knows many self defense techniques. Really only talks to Father E and Blank. - Powers: very fast/strong.

Neil Neilson(he/him): unlabeled. Rambles a lot. Runs a radio show. Not altogether there. Loves and shares an apartment with Athiel. - Powers: super jumps.

Unus Mori(he/they/any): agender aroace. Is the embodiment of Death aka The Grim Reaper. His shadow morphs between normal and the classic reaper with a scythe. A goofy guy but can be serious. Chaos besties with Leak. Not usually seen without Annus(QPR? Idk). - Powers: Death

Athiel(Xe/Xem): unlabeled. Alien cousin of Peevles. Loves and shares an apartment with Neil. - Powers: unknown.

Bernice(she/they): demigirl lesbian. “I’m just a California gurl”. Loves Alice. Gamer girl. Older sister of the Cranks. - Powers: none.

Alice Valentine(she/her): trans lesbian. Confident girly. Loves dancing. Loves Bernice. Is the older sister of Gothan. - Powers: entrancing voice.

Gothan(he/him): gnc gay. Younger sibling of Alice. In love with Elliot(e-boy from UA). Goth softy. - Powers: undetermined.

Melon Man(he/it): unlabled (no one knows). Feral lil guy. Rambles a lot. Always smells like watermelons. Follows Challenge McGee around to help and watch. - Powers: strong.

Gongoozler(it/it’s): agender aroace. A siren. Contrary to popular belief, it has legs. It enjoys spending time with Merthan in the pool. Can breath underwater. - Powers: glowing eyes and enchanting voice lure it’s victims.

Merthan(he/him): ace. A merman. Spends most of his time with Gooz. Has an aquarium like room in the house and many water tunnels. - Powers: can talk to sea life.

Maidgameplays(any pronouns): genderfluid pan. Nicknamed May. Takes care of the house. Makes good coffee. Always smells fresh. - Powers: cleans like Mary Poppins.

Security Eef(he/him): pan. Doesn’t need sleep. Runs security. In a relationship with Blank. Very jumpy. - Powers: technokinesis.

Challenge McGee-Allen(he/him): ally. Can and will turn anything into a challenge. Happy to have Mel join him in challenges. - Powers: indestructible.

Yale Nestor(they/them): nonbinary aroace. Y/N, the District Attorney in WKM since Ethan was the cameraman for nearly the entire thing. My OC(?). Friends with Heapass. - Powers: teleports through mirrors.

The Cranky Crew are open to questions :)