#cw small space

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 227

There's not much known about Realms beings.

Which is understandable, seeing as it's called infinite for a reason. But it still causes a problem when people are trying to properly learn about something. Maybe try not to cause an interdimensional accident or war.

Something no one wishes for.

So Constantine is THIS close to laughing and screaming hysterically when a cult's summoning goes wrong and summons what he's pretty sure is a Baby Realms Being.

Which probably means Mama is on the way.

[grayskies2525]

Inevitable (male sneezing, contagion)

Just wanted to write something super self-indulgent with minimal plot.

CW: This fic includes detailed contagion! It’s gross and I spare no details — we’re talking snot strings and things of that nature. If you’re not into that, absolutely do NOT begin reading this or you’ll have a very unpleasant time. If you do, however, like contagion and messy sneezes, I hope you enjoy this 😊

Part one is just set up, but I plan to continue it with Evan spreading his germs everywhere (unintentionally).

Here are the links to all parts:

Part two Part Three Part Four

*** 

Part One

It’s a sneeze — a single sneeze. A simple bodily function. There’s nothing intrinsically bad about a sneeze.

These words run through Evan’s mind as he picks at his cuticle while his eyes dart to the man across from him. The elevator’s been stuck for several minutes already and there’s an unease settling in Evan’s stomach as he looks at this man. They’d walked on together, smiling awkwardly the way two strangers tend to do. Then the man had immediately snapped forward in an uncovered sneeze. 

It’s probably allergies.

This is a rational thought to have, Evan thought. It is March. There’s definitely pollen in March. But then the elevator got stuck and the man started letting out chest rattling coughs. 

So he’s definitely sick. But maybe he’s not contagious? It could just be a lingering illness — one of those that hang on for weeks but are no longer as easily transmissible to other people. 

“I’m sor — heh — sorry — HHHH! I woke up with an awful c—hh heh! — cuuhhhh hh —  cold. HH hh hhhhh HH! I’ve been sneezing all  — heeh hehhhh — day,” the man says in a trembling voice before reaching up to rub his reddened, swollen nose. It makes a horribly audible squelching sound.

Evan reaches for strength somewhere deep within to will himself not to wince as he stares at the man. Evan has seen him around the college before, and is pretty sure he’s an instructor, though he doesn’t know the subject he teaches. He has dark skin, looks to be in his early-mid thirties and most notably — he’s tall; Evan would estimate him to be somewhere around 6’5. He has a nice build — muscles visible through his tight long sleeved shirt. His silver eyebrow piercing glints under the elevator’s dim lights. On any other day, Evan would find him to be attractive — exceptionally so. It’s clear, however, that Evan is not seeing this man at his best. 

“Oh, uh, it’s okay,” Evan says, sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. He would rather this guy didn’t talk — that he didn’t do anything that could result in more droplets entering the air they’re sharing. Can talking spread droplets? He imagines they probably can.

“I thought it was allergies yesterday, but I woke up today and I —” He breaks off coughing, holding a fist out weakly. Evan can hear the phlegm rattling around in the man’s chest, and again he has to suppress a wince.

“Sounds rough,” Evan says, giving a strained smile as he taps his fingers against his thigh. This elevator usually only stays stuck for a few minutes. He can last a few minutes without catching something off this man, surely. Maybe the germs from that first uncovered sneeze won't take.

“I probably shouldn’t have come in today,” the man says, shooting Evan a smile that would probably be charming if it weren’t for how tired it looks. “But I didn’t realize how bad this bug was going to be. I don’t think I’ve ever sneezed so much in my life,” he says, sniffling thickly. “And my nose is running non-stop. It’s a faucet. I’m not exaggerating —I’ve gone through an entire box of tissues already.”

With these words, Evan finds himself suddenly regretting his choice to go back to school for a second Bachelor’s. Yes, his creative writing degree has been practically useless for the six years he’s had it, and yes, he does want to pursue psychology and therefore needs to continue his education. But, right now, that all seems unimportant as he looks at the sniffling man, whose breaths are beginning to hitch again.

Maybe the sneezes are stuck? Like this damn elevator. Please, please, please stay stuck until I can get off this thing, he thinks to himself while digging his nails into his palm. 

“I hate this elevator,” the man says, giving a nervous chuckle. Evan suppresses a groan as he realizes this man is clearly one of those people who are incapable of sitting —or in this case standing — in silence.  “Breaks down almost every day. I don’t even know why I risk taking it, anymore,” he says, giving another thick, slurpy sniffle. By the way the man scrunches his nose and closes his eyes, Evan suspects the sniffle produced a particularly intense tickle.

“Yeah, I get stuck on it probably once a week,” Evan says, giving another strained smile. 

“You’d think someone would do something about — heehhh —” The man trails off, his eyelids fluttering.

Evan can see the man’s glistening nostrils begin to flare. 

“Do you — do you happen to have a ti — hih — tihih — tihiiiihhhissue?” the man asks, his voice shaking.

“A tissue? Sorry, wish I did, but no,” Evan says.

He truly does wish he had a tissue because this man’s going to sneeze. Not only is this man going to sneeze, it’s going to be a messy sneeze. Rarely does Evan know something with such certainty, but this is one of those times. This man’s sniffles aren’t the soft kind that can be taken care of with a soft blow. They’re desperate sniffles — the “holding back an entire tide of mucus” type.

It will be fine as long as this elevator starts up soon. He needs it to start back up soon, then he can walk off and go home and everything will be fine and — 

“HhH—hHRGG’sschhHHHHEEW!!!”

Evan closes his eyes and holds his breath. He slowly opens his eyes, reluctant to see the inevitable aftermath of the absurdly loud and forceful sounding sneeze. Evan’s shoulders relax, though, as he sees the man lower his arm. He’d clearly managed to cover. There’s an obvious wet spot on the man’s sleeve, but still, it was contained. Evan lets himself breathe. That first, uncovered sneeze when they’d walked in must have been a fluke. This man is clearly polite and understands the value of keeping germs to himself.

Evan allows himself to smile sympathetically as he looks at the man and gives a polite “bless you.”

“Thanks,” the man says with another tired smile and thick sniffle. “Like I said — all day. I don’t think I’ve ever been sick like this. It’s just sneeze after sneeze. I’m sure my students must have been tired of blessing me. I can’t wait to just go home and sleep this thing off. If only this elevator would HH’REEHH’TSHOOO! HRR AHHHH-T’SHOOOO!”

Evan remembers seeing something on the news once about the amount of distance a sneeze can travel and how many droplets a single sneeze can potentially contain. It was something like 20 feet and thirty-thousand droplets. While this was distressing information, it hadn’t exactly been believable to Evan. People sneeze all the time.  He sneezes everyday and it certainly doesn’t seem like sneezes can be that powerful. So, he’d frowned at the information, but ultimately moved on, mostly forgetting it. 

This information now, however, crawls along back to the surface of Evan’s mind as the stranger blasts him with sneezes that can only be described as soaking wet. 

They erupted from the man with absolutely no warning and through the harsh lighting of the elevator, Evan can nearly see each and every droplet — some fine, some large and clearly mixed with thick mucus. With only six feet between them — at best — Evan can now believe without any doubt that sneezes can, indeed, contain thirty-thousand droplets. 

And he’s just been hit with two sneezes full of them — entirely unrestrained. 

Evan wants to wipe himself off, but he doesn’t know how. Every exposed part of him has been doused in infectious spray — his neck, his hands, his face…. He decides he can at least wipe off his lips, so he finds a dry spot of his hand before bringing it up to his mouth.

The man’s head is still bent forward, which seems to be a poor decision because his nose is dripping terribly. Evan watches in something of a morbid type of fascination as the droplets hit the elevator floor before the stranger gives a thick sniff and looks back up at Evan.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, his expression looking genuinely apologetic, though there’s also something about it that’s decidedly sneezy. His nostrils begin to flare again, but this time he brings a hand up before snapping forward.

“HrrRIIHHHGG’shuuuhhhh! HRR’EHHHTSHOOOO! IhhGT’SHOOOOO! MPFFX’TSHOOOO!”

Evan grimaces as the contents of the man’s nose pour out into the man’s hand in thick, visible strings. To the guy’s credit, he does try to contain it, but the sheer amount makes it impossible. He presses his hand firmly against his nose, but Evan can see moisture seeping through the cracks of his fingers. Evan is certain he's never come close to seeing someone lose control of the contents of their nose in such a dramatic way. Usually adults have a handle on containing the more unpleasant aspects head colds usually bring, but clearly this specific virus is a special case. 

Evan averts his eyes because the situation is gross beyond description, but also, this must be the most mortifying moment of this stranger’s life and he doesn’t need someone staring at him.

Evan feels his own cheeks heat in embarrassment for the man.

Mostly, though, Evan is consumed by apprehension. There’s no possible way he can expect his body to fend off the innumerable germs that are surely trying to invade him right at this moment. Even if it could fight off some of them, there’s far too many to hope he can escape them all.

Evan is surprised to find a sort of peace in accepting this as fact. There’s nothing to be done now. He is coated in germ-infested spray, so he’s going to get sick. In the same way he can’t change how tall he is, he also can’t change this. In a few days time, he’s going to come down with this absolutely monstrous looking cold because it’s as inevitable as the sun rising in the morning.

Part 2

[noodelzmop]

Type of shit I've been on

[xavierslittlecrow]

reach out, touch faith 📿🖤

[bluu3berry]

cw: gore

It loves bread :3

[hole34]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG (BYF)

(official pinned post finally)

please put on the designated music to set the mood as you proceed

this blog is my EVERYTHING outlet, which incluuudes....

POLITICS

ANIMAL ACTIVISM

MEDIA ANALYSIS

DOLLS

PHOTOGRAPHY + SELFIES

CREATIVE PROJECTS

RANTINGS

COLLECTIONS

RANDOM THOUGHTS + GENERAL BULLSHIT!!!!!

toyblr, dollblr & drugblr gal

+ beware potential triggers & posts containing drugs, mental illness, self-harmful behaviour, and violence +

i do not ENCOURAGE drug usage or sh, but i myself am a pro-recovery addict & mentally ill person and will sometimes post about MY OWN experiences exclusively.

what you must know..... this blog is

🎧 vegan 🖤 QUEER 🖤 feminist 🖤 PUNK 🖤 leftist 🖤 SFW 🖤 sex positive 🖤 for the shoplifters 🖤 safe for jewish people (because i have to fucking specify that) 🖤 a safe space for all religions, identities, illnesses, disabilities, victims, and addicts 🎧

i speak english (native), français (intermédiaire), український (проміжний)

tagging system: #pony.collection - my mlp toy collection. that is it.

more on me

this blog is NOT FOR...

🔪 TERFS, radfems, political zionists, anti-vegans, predators, pedophiles, transphobes, sexists, rapists, antisemites, islamophobes, pro-ed or pro-sh blogs. 🔪

sexual dms or interaction from a predatory/porn blog = immediate block + report 🩸🚑

links + connectionz !!!

🦖🌈 MY EPIC WONDROUS INDEPENDENT HANDCRAFTED PERSONAL KANDI SHOP 🌈🦖

(your support means the world! i try not to complain but being in the low class my financial situation is a living purgatory and this little online shop is my only outlet for any potential extra income. plus, any money i have left over after living essentials goes straight to charity & donations!)

cool extra thing abt my shop going on

my secondhand clothing shop

💉 aggr3v3 on ximboland 💉

🕷️ i write fanfiction 🕷️

🩸 further socials and shit!!!!! 🩸

CHECK OUT MY SIDEBLOG SLEEPYDEEPYDO FOR ALL THINGS MENTAL HEALTH AND RECOVERY <3

LITTLE AWESOME EPIC FUN THING YOU CAN DO: send me a scene prompt in my ask box and i will make it come true through calico critters!! 😼

[mistys-sinners]

"I Can't Lie To You About Your Chances, But...You Have My Sympathies."

🎁My Shop🎁 |🔵BlueSky☁️| 🫙Tip Jar��

-Ash in Alien (1979)

💀💚💀💚💀💚💀💚💀💚💀💚💀💚💀💚💀💚💀💚💀

💀💚💀💚💀💚💀💚💀💚💀💚💀💚💀💚💀💚💀💚💀

[digitalbackroomz]

Dear diaryblr....

UUGGghHhh I'm in middlespace bigtime tryina sharpie my nails black but i alweyz 4get that my nails KILL sharpiez >A<;; like they kill the ink or the nib or something?? O_o; does anyone have any advice?? It's 2 late to use real nailpolish cuz i gotta do that outside cuz of teh fumez -_-; buuuut im impatient and i wannit NOW!! XD do i gotta wait rlly long before a 2nd coat or..??

Welp.... lotsa love! ~~Traci

[whumporpass]

Arrowverse Barry Allen?

[floydleart]

Xephos Scar Chart

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 223

Clockwork is Chronos and Kronos. He is time, sometimes split into many aspects but one all the same. Normally it’s not an issue, as at the end of any of the aspects they simply return to him, as the main body. It’s almost like a hivemind, though not quite that either. Honestly he’s not been able to explain it to anyone else, as it’s such an entwined thing with his being. 

Once again, normally there is no issue with it. However, instincts can bleed over, which apparently er, happened at some point. He’ll have to apologize to his aspect’s children for the misunderstanding when he gets the chance. 

He might have forgotten while dealing with other things, meaning he never explained it to that timeline’s children. Oh well, he’s sure nothing will come from it- he’s quite busy caring for his little ghostling who is turning out to be just like him, albeit with Space instead of Time, after all…

[dandyshucks]

we leave in five days and i've literally not thought about packing at all except "i need to finish this Guz plushie so I can bring him along" 😭😭 bro do u think ur going to get through 9 days with the clothes on ur back and ur special lil guy ???? HFDSJKL

[byanyan]

while a lot of people find enclosed, confined spaces claustrophobic, byan actually finds they feel very safe and comforted in such places. maybe not for extended periods of time or anything, but when it comes to sleeping or taking a bit of time to calm down? they're perfect. especially on those days where they're experiencing hypervigilance, when there's something relieving about knowing that there's no one else with them and knowing that there's only one point of entry — if someone's going to attack them, they know where it'll be coming from.

it's not all that uncommon to find them napping in closets or, to a lesser extent, under beds, or even inside large cupboards if there's enough space. it's been a habit since they were a child, although they couldn't tell you exactly when it started.

[meepmemez]

So I had a weird dream last night

And this is where the OG unedited bg image came from

[agere-froggy]

I got my dinner and my juice and my blanket and I watching old minecraft vods to be comfy and cozy with because I got scared yesterday and need to be small

Big me wasn't having a fun time so little me gets to now(I am safe and staying with family, nothing bad happened i just got scared about others)

[overlyactivepingpongball]

said goodbye to my girl Kia on tuesday, stayed with her to the end and made sure she was comfortable while she went to sleep, gonna miss her