#festive plague nurse

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Good Tidings of Joy

We hope that you are having a wonderful holiday season- filled with good company, better food and a warm home 🕯️❄️ ♥️ 💚 🤍

[artiststarme]

Steve is Afraid of Hospitals

Years of dealing with the Upside Down had taken a psychological toll on the entire Party. From nightmares to newly-developed phobias, no one escaped their yearly festivities unscathed. Steve was not an exception. Since his and Robin’s capture and subsequent torture by the Russians underneath Starcourt, he’d been terrified of drugs, needles, doctors, and everything else relating to the medical field. Any time he thought of having to go to the doctor, he could feel the torturer ripping his nails off with the plier. Whenever he tried to enter the ER, he felt the painful sting of the needle in his neck enough to make him dizzy. And imagining getting a shot? Well, that was enough to keep Steve away from even driving past the hospital out of fear alone. 

The closest he’d been to the white coats since the happenings underneath Starcourt was when he’d carried Eddie’s bleeding body into the ER for treatment. Even then, he hadn’t stuck around. He’d stayed just long enough to threaten the nursing staff to try their best and tell them that Eddie wasn’t a murderer. Steve waited until the doctors promised to do all that they could before he hurriedly made his way outside to escape the tightness in his chest. He waited briefly in the parking lot for Robin or Dustin or Nancy to follow him but he soon realized that they were much too busy dealing with Eddie and Max to worry about him. 

And so, he started the long trek back to his house. He knew deep down that he should’ve gotten his sides looked at, maybe even the abrasions on his neck. Irrationally though, Steve couldn’t stomach the thought of any doctors poking and prodding at him. Even thinking about being in the same room as a doctor with access to drugs and syringes caused his heart to palpitate. His reaction to everything made it worse. Why couldn’t he just get over his aversion to hospitals? Robin wasn’t afraid of supporting their injured friends around doctors. She had been stabbed in the neck with the same type of needle as he had and she had no problem being around needles now. And she could still drink the occasional beer, feel the relief of alcohol, without delving into a panic attack over loss of control. 

But Steve was weak. When he had a problem, instead of solving it, he avoided it. Even when his new friend and one of his kids was in the hospital fighting for their lives. And he hated himself for it. 

It took him a little over an hour to walk back to his house. The whole way there, the sides of his torso throbbed and his head ached. He could feel blood soaking through the dirty bandages and he could feel Eddie’s blood sticking to his skin too. He just wanted to take a shower and forget what they had all been through over Spring Break. 

He scrubbed his body clean in the warmest shower his wounds would tolerate. He was in there long after the water had run cold just trying to peel the stain of Eddie’s blood from his skin. When he was done, he tried to bandage his wounds and clean them with antiseptic but staring into the pulverized flesh reminded him too much of how his face looked after the Russian torture. So, he slapped on some gauze and fell into his bed to get some sleep plagued by nightmares. 

~*~*~*~

He called Dustin at the hospital to check on Max and Eddie late the next morning. “Hey Henderson, how’re they?”

“Um, they gave Eddie a blood transfusion and a couple of skin grafts last night. They said that he would be fine but the police kicked us out of his room and have him cuffed to the bed. He almost died trying to save Hawkins and they’re still treating him like a criminal! Max is in a coma, the doctors don’t know if she’s going to wake up or if she’ll be the same when she does.” He paused for a moment. “You’d know if you were here. Where are you? You just disappeared last night. Where’d you go?”

“Dustin, I’m sorry. I just, I just really needed some time to myself last night. I’m happy to hear they’re doing well. I’ll talk to you later,” Steve went to hang up the phone when he heard him speak again. 

“Hey, since you’re calling to annoy me, you might as well annoy me in person. Can you give me a ride home today?” Dustin asked in a desperate voice barely disguised with snark. 

Steve sighed, he couldn’t let the kid down after everything he’d been through. “Sure, man. I’ll be there in 20 minutes, okay?”

“Yep, thanks Steve! I’ll see you then.” And then he hung up and left the Harrington house in silence once more. 

Steve was a little nervous and his palms were already starting to sweat. He was just picking Dustin up from the parking lot, it was fine. He wasn’t going to get poked by needles or drugged with unknown hallucinogens. No, he probably wasn’t even going to see any doctors! All he had to do was get Dustin, drop him off at home, and go back to his own house to lick his wounds in peace. Easy peasy. 

He continued his inner pep talk all the way to the hospital and only stopped once he saw Dustin waiting at the ER doors. His stomach dropped as soon as his car turned into the lot and his vision blurred for a moment. Oh shit, he didn’t know if he could do this. 

“Henderson! Get in the car, I’m not going to wait all day!” Yeah, that’ll trick him. Steve couldn’t let anyone witness his weaknesses. It was his job to protect the group at all costs. If they knew he was afraid of such a trivial thing, they’d never trust him again. 

Dustin just shook his head and huffed as he climbed into the now-parked car. “Jesus Christ Steve, have some patience. It wouldn’t kill you. Speaking of, how are your bites? I saw some of Eddie’s after they cleaned him up this morning and they looked brutal, man.”

He reached for Steve’s waist but he slapped his hand away. “Um, no. Take me to dinner first before trying to get me to strip. Jesus Christ, Henderson. Don’t be a perv.”

Dustin pulled his hand back, affronted. “What the hell, Steve. You look all sweaty and I can see blood soaking through your bandages. Did you get them looked at by a doctor before you left yesterday?”

He reached for the hem of Steve’s shirt again and Steve grabbed his wrist. “I’m serious, Henderson. It’s fine. Let’s just go.”

Henderson yanked his arm out of Steve’s grasp and went to grab the hem for a third time. Unfortunately for Steve, he miscalculated slightly and poked his pointy fingers directly into his wound. A white-hot flash of pain shot through Steve and he released a half gasp/half yelp of pain. He felt the sluggish bleeding of the bites start anew with the blunt intrusion through the bandages. 

Steve screwed his eyes shut in pain and let his head drop against the steering wheel. His horn sounded but his eyes remained closed and his breaths left his lips in pants. Dustin shot back in his seat and fumbled with the door handle. “Oh my god, Steve! I’m so sorry! I’ll go get a nurse to help you!”

He didn’t receive an answer from Steve who was still keeled over in his seat, barely conscious and reliving the pain of the bats digging into his flesh. He must’ve lost consciousness because the next thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a moving gurney and lots of people in scrubs and white coats. He jerked in his spot and started mumbling meaningless pleads.

“No, no, no. Let me leave. Please, let us go. I work at Scoops, please. Scoops!”

The doctors paid him no mind even as his limbs started to flail. They spoke over his panicked shrieks and one approached him with a syringe filled with clear liquid. 

Steve wasn’t going to go down without a fight, unlike last time. Last time, he had to bide his time to protect Robin. But now? Now he was alone. He didn’t have to take the torture lying down this time. So, when the doctor was within reach past all of the nurses and restrictive grasps, Steve punched the white coated man in the face.

“Shit, he broke my nose!” You’re damn right I did, evil Russian. Logically, Steve knew that he was in the Hawkins hospital. But he couldn’t focus on logic over the sheer panic that he was experiencing. 

“Restrain him, give him the sedative!”

“No, please, no! Let me go!”

And then he felt a sharp poke in his arm and the world went black once more. 

~*~*~*~

When he woke up again, he saw a dark room. What happened? He let out a loud groan and moved his hand to scrub at his face.

“Easy Harrington. If you keep moving, you’re going to pull your stitches.”

“My what?” Steve paused all movement and tried to force his eyes to acclimate to the darkness. “Where am I?”

“You’re in the hospital. Dude, you went home instead of getting your sides looked at and they got infected. Nice going. They were worried about sepsis for a while there but they think you’re probably in the clear now. You’ve been getting IV antibiotics.”

When he heard about the IV, his attention was immediately pulled to the pain in his hand and he gasped as he pulled out the needle. It clattered to the ground with little fanfare but Steve could still feel it poking his skin. 

“Did you just pull out the IV? You need that, Harrington. What the fuck?”

The person turned on the light and suddenly the room was illuminated. Steve turned his head to the neighboring bed to lock eyes with an unimpressed and rumpled Eddie Munson. “Eddie?”

“Yes, Harrington. I’ve been talking to you for the past five minutes and you didn’t recognize me? I’m offended.” 

Steve shook his head. He was in the hospital. Oh god, he had to get out of here. He tried to scooch out of bed but fell back in pain. 

“What’s going on, Harrington? You need to stay here. Lay back down, you’re safe. Steve, I see you trying to get up. You need to not do that.” Eddie tried to calm him down but it wasn’t working. 

After a few more failed attempts, Eddie pulled himself out of bed and stumbled to Steve’s. “Fuck man, I need you to stop moving. I’m pretty sure I pulled some stitches on my way over here and if we both need new stitches, the nurses will get the wrong idea. Hey, Steve! Talk to me.”

Steve’s vision was blurred with tears and he was pretty sure his heart was going to explode due to the pressure pressing down on his chest. “I can’t be here, man. I need to get out. I can’t breathe, I can’t think, and where the hell is Robin? Is she safe? Did the Russians get her? Where’s Dustin? I gave them his full name. Oh shit, what if they go after him now? Fuck, I have to go.”

Eddie pushed his arms onto the bed and leaned his face close to Steve’s. “Steve, are you afraid of hospitals?”

Steve had told him a little bit about their time with the Russians and he guesses that Eddie made the connection. “I just, I can’t be here Eddie. What if they come after me again? I can’t lose control like that again. The drugs? I can’t do it again, man.”

“Hey, hey, hey. Stevie, I’ll protect you. And as soon as you can be discharged without dropping dead in your escape, we can leave. Alright? Move over.” Eddie comforted him. 

“What-” Steve tried to ask but Eddie cut him off. 

“Look man, you’re afraid of hospitals and I’m afraid of being alone. Move over so we can share a bed and not be scared together. Okay?”

Steve looked at him. It really was harder to be afraid with Eddie practically on top of him. And they had been through a lot together. So, Steve nodded and made some room for Eddie. There was hardly enough room for the two of them but they managed. And when the panic started to ebb away and his eyes started to close, Steve swears he felt Eddie press a small kiss to his hairline. 

He was still afraid of hospitals, doctors, drugs, and needles. But from then on, Eddie was there to distract him and make everything just a little better. And eventually, the fear stopped being so horrific and became just a mild nuisance as long as he had Eddie by his side.

@nburkhardt @doubleb11 @zerokrox-blog @carlyv @i-less-than-three-you @newtstabber @ghosttotheparty

The long awaited medical phobia fic @ghosttotheparty. I hope you like it!

[theroyalsims]

"SENIOR" ROYALS GRACE PALACE BALCONY; ELEANORE, PRINCE LEONARD, AND OTHERS PEEK OUT THE WINDOWS

It's been a busy day for Her Majesty, who is in the centre of celebrations in Brindleton today. To mark the anniversary of The Queen's accession, a grand parade was held which concluded with a balcony appearance for Her Majesty and Their Royal Highnesses Prince Jacques, The Crown Princess, Prince Alistair, Prince Nicholas, and Princess Ingrid. A banquet will also be held this evening in honour of The Queen.

Noticeably absent on the balcony were Countess Eleanore and her husband, The Earl of Harvelle. This, apparently, was because the Queen decided to limit the balcony to senior working royals. Eleanore, although technically a Countess, is not considered a "working" royal as she does not represent the Queen in any capacity. The same goes for her husband, Ibrahim.

However, despite not being included in the parade and on the balcony, it looks like The Harvelles did not completely miss out on the festivities. Eagle-eyed fans were quick to spot the adorable family looking out into the massive crowd through one of the palace's windows. Wearing a yellow dress and headpiece, Countess Eleanore was seen carrying their baby girl, Lady Ella, as Ibrahim watches behind them.

The Harvelles were not the only members of the extended royal family who were spotted peeking out the window. Leon Holm and his wife, Lady Chloe, were seen watching the crowd along with their eldest child, Nicole. Also visible was Prince Leonard who seems to be seated on a wheelchair and assisted by his private nurse. Wearing a blue medical mask, the Prince looked frail and sickly, although he seemed quite amused with the festivities.

Prince Leonard, of course, is the (younger) twin brother of The Queen. He has two sons - Lucas and Leon - who both refused royal titles and are considered private citizens. Although Leon and his family seem to have a good relationship with their controversial father, reports claim that Lucas and his family has zero communication with Prince Leonard. This, perhaps, has to do with the Prince's very public and very bitter divorce from his ex-wife, the former Duchess of Holm, following reports of his infidelity.

The Prince resides alone in Winston Hall, a sprawling estate given to him as a wedding gift by the late King Leopold. Before returning to Brindleton, he was stationed abroad by The Queen to help distance himself from bad press. However, a few years ago, Prince Leonard quietly returned home to help address his yet-to-be-disclosed illness. He also relinquished his dukedom and tried to surrender his princely titles.

Despite the drama, fallouts, and issues that has plagued the royals in the past, it's nice to see how they still find time to get together. The Queen, especially, looked very happy. Dressed in standout red, Her Majesty happily waved to her adoring crowd. Standing next to her wass her loyal husband, Prince Jacques, who looked dapper as usual.

The Queen's children also dressed up for the occasion. Princess Ingrid looked adorable in pink. The Queen's youngest child has been impressing everyone lately, what with her multiple royal engagements, even taking on eight new patronages in a span of six months. A recent poll reveals that she is ranked as the fourth busiest royal after HM, Prince Jacques, and The Crown Princess.

Speaking of The Crown Princess, Her Royal Highness wore blue for the occasion, bringing out her trademark baby blues even more. The heir to the throne, who as of late has been tabloid fodder for her non-existent love life, accessorised with a diamond and sapphire brooch and a blue-grey fascinator.

And then we have Princes Alistair and Nicholas. The two looked handsome in their suits, with Prince Al opting for a blue number, while Prince Nicky went with classic black.

The real fashion (and bling!) show, however, will happen tonight. The swanky banquet, said to be attended by foreign royals, means gowns, fancy jewels, and tiaras galore! We can't wait for the photos!

[findingnemosworld]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭 - 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐦*𝐭

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐞, 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲.

He loved these kinds of days, where they were asked to visit the young children who were unfortunately struggling due to illness in order to cheer them up, this time it was a clinic, a private clinic that the club's board had donated a significant amount of money to - he, along with Isco, Nacho and Dani had arrived dressed festively; carrying a lot of gifts with them.

They were welcomed by the head of the clinic who'd taken them on a tour of the clinic before introducing them to the young patients who were elated by the presence of their favorite players, and that's when he saw her - she was tending to a young girl, and the way she spoke to her, paying full attention to everything she said had captured him immediately.

Suddenly, the young girl's eyes light up as she points directly at him which caused her to turn and look at him sending butterflies fluttering in his abdomen, not only was she an angel - she was also ethereally beautiful.

It was that day that he knew, he was in love with her, and yet nothing good ever lasts forever.

___

It'd been nearly two years and the pair lived as happily as they could, creating a healthy balance between their relationship as well as their careers, or so she thought as lately he'd begun to behave differently around her, becoming secretive, distant and slightly detached, so much so that she'd begun to suspect the possibility of him having an affair behind her back, she tried to brush it off, assure herself that it would be ok yet each time she tried to move closer, he seemed to taken ten steps away further frustrating her in the process.

One night, as she was folding clothes - she heard his footsteps in the kitchen while he was chatting to someone in Dutch which sent her brain into overdrive, yes he was half Dutch yet he'd never really spoken in Dutch in front of her let alone within earshot, she sighs as she continued folding clothes, and then as she began placing the clothes back in the closet, he walks in, seemingly refusing to acknowledge her or even speak.

" Amor, what are you doing? " She wonders, confused by his actions.

" Something just came up ... and since I have a few days off I have to take a flight to the Netherlands " He responds with a smooth tone.

Something came up? more like you want to see whoever has your heart, She wanted to say bitterly yet opted not to - instead she smiled weakly then said with a soft barely audible tone, " Have a safe flight … "

He’d left without a single explanation — and for a week she was left with unanswered inquiries, a plethora doubts plague her mind day in and day out that she could barely focus during work and on one evening, while she was halfway through her shift, her fellow nurse and close friend Willow approaches her with a concerned expression, " Are you ok honey? "

" I think Marco is cheating on me " She blurts out after a brief wave of silence.

Willow’s eyes widen, " Are you sure? I mean … did he tell you? did you find anything? "

" No " She murmurs and sighs. " That’s the thing, he’s been so secretive and it’s been two days since he left to the Netherlands without a single explanation "

" Maybe he’s gone to see his family, you did say he has roots there from his mother’s side " Willow tries to assure her.

" But that doesn’t explain the late nights or the secret phone calls " She covers her face then says. " I’m lost "

" Listen just wait it out and when he comes back, you confront him " Willow said, rubbing her back soothingly.

She nods, offering Willow a soft smile before she shifts her focus back to work, trying to push the doubts in the back of her mind — yet it seemed like her mind was playing tricks on her each time, woven faux images and false scenarios of uncovering the abhorrent truth behind his secrecy kept on haunting her until he finally returned from his trip three days later to finally reveal the true reason behind his behavior.

" Amor? " He calls out for her as he walks into a seemingly quiet home, " Where are you? "

" I’m in the kitchen … "

He frowns softly, her tone seemed a bit off which was expected given that he’d been trying to keep her from figuring out what he had planned for her. He walks into the kitchen to find her calmly chopping the vegetables for the salad while a pot is boiling on the stove, he waits for a moment before murmuring. " Hi amor "

" Hey " Her response was detached despite it being uttered in a soft tone. " How was your trip? "

He swallows the lump in his throat, then says with a soft smile. " It was good, I got to see my mother’s family which was good "

" That’s good, figured you’d take a longer time to get back! " She said with a sarcastic tone.

" What? " He frowns, confused by her remark.

" Come on Marco, you’re clearly cheating on me " She laughs dryly. " The secret phone calls, the late nights, the so called trip "

" Amor " He said with a surprised expression before adding. " I did take a trip "

" Oh yeah, where’s the ticket? " She retorts.

He sighs, then pulls out the ticket from his pocket. " See … "

She frowns, her eyes glossing over the ticket before she said. " That probably means she lives in the Netherlands, so it doesn’t help your case at all "

" Ay dios mio " He sighs, " Do you really wanna know why I took the trip? "

She crossed her arms over her chest — " Go ahead! "

" I did go to see my family but only because I needed more assurance that what I’m about to do is the right decision " He sighs softly, then he reaches over to pull out a small velvet box.

Her eyes widen, " Marco? "

" I also travelled to France to get your father’s and mother’s blessing " He smiles, " Because these past two years have been the best I have ever had and I know now that I don’t want to spend time with anyone else but you "

" Marco " She whispers with glossy eyes.

" Amor, I loved you since the very first day so please … hear me out, I have searched for ages, and had almost given up on love after so many heartaches, then I see you with the children and I just knew, that you’re the one so will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me? " He smiles softly, opening the box to reveal a beautiful ring.

She wipes her tears then nods quickly as he slips the ring around her finger, " I’m so sorry for doubting you Marco, I’m so sorry "

" It’s ok amor, I know I was being far too secretive " He smiles at her. " So, you’re choosing to spend time with me forever? are you ready for that? "

She giggles, " I’m more than ready "

He bites his lower lip then murmurs, " What do you say we skip dinner and get to dessert? "

She blushed, " Marco "

" Shhh " He murmurs, pressing soft kisses over the curvature of her neck before he hoisted her up on the counter, bunching up her ( his ) shirt up, then he kneels down to press tantalizing kisses across her inner thigh.

" Marco, the stove? " She whines softly.

" Shh, I turned it off " He cooed, pushing her panties to the side — licking a long strip from her clit to her slick pussy walls. " Oh … I missed this " he murmurs.

She threads her digits through his hair, " Marco? " she moans

He grunts in response as he continues to lick it in a leisure pace, " Relax amor, let me take care of my wife to be "

She leans back, placing both her elbows on the counter — he parts her legs further, then pulls her panties down to her ankles before bunching them up in his pocket, he then placed both her legs behind his back as he leaned close; latched his lips entirely over her pussy, whilst his index digit and tongue began to gently coax a wave of desire out of her, her lips parting out to release the softest sounds.

" Oh Marco … you’re so good at this, keep going " She moans, inhaling then exhaling deep breaths. " Just like that … Oh, fuck "

He looks up to relish in the sight of her completely engrossed in the pleasure his tongue and index digit were providing her, he curled his digit to match the pace of his tongue whilst his ears perked up due to the soft sounds she was making which in turn caused him to accelerate his ministration, moving his tongue in different directions while his index digit continued to thrust in and out of her pussy, soon joined by his middle digit.

" Oh my god " She gasps. " I’m gonna … Oh fuck "

The knot in her lower abdomen explodes allowing him to taste her entirely — he grunts as he continues to lap up every drop of her arousal; then he pulls back with his chin glistening and a satisfied smile across his lips, he tugs her in for a gentle kiss which lasted for a second before murmuring. " Not a single woman on this planet has my heart, only you "

She smiles, " I love you "

He grins, " I love you too "

[mask131]

Egyptians gods: Bastet

Bastet is without a doubt one of the most famous goddesses of Ancient Egypt today.

Everybody heard of the cult and worship Ancient Egyptians dedicated to cats. Cats were sacred animals for them. Originally domesticated around two thousand years before our current era, they were loved due to their habit of hunting, killing and eating rats. When you had cats around, plagues were less likely to break out AND the harvest and fields were safe! Through time, this love took on a religious and sacred aspect, and cats became honored, respected and pampered members of every household. When a pet cat died, the humans that lived in its house had to shave their eyebrows to signify their grief. When the cat of a temple died, the entire town mourned. Each pharaoh had a personal cat, dressed in jewelry and that shared their master’s meal. Cats were mummified, just like humans, and were placed inside a necropolis – showing how important they were for Ancient Egyptians. Egyptians even had a firm belief that when a fire broke out somewhere, cats would just jump in the flames and stop the fire by their sheer power! Cats were a BIG deal in Ancient Egypt.

And the goddess of all cats, the cat-goddess, was Bastet (or Bast), the goddess of the city of Bubastis (a name that means “the house of Bastet”, Per-Bastet in proper Egyptian), in the Delta. However, originally Bastet wasn’t a cat goddess: in her oldest incarnations, Bastet appeared as a woman with the head of a lioness, usually wearing the ankh and a scepter. It was only later that she became a cat – somewhere around the Third Intermediate Period. Sometimes a full cat, wearing jewels or nursing her kittens, other times a cat-headed woman holding a sistrum.

Bastet was, just like several other goddesses (Maat, Hathor, Sekhmet, Tefnut), considered one of the “daughters of Ra” – which meant more than just her having the god as her father. The daughters of Ra were goddesses that embodied the power of the sun, each one reflecting a different side of the sun’s light. Each of them was another identity of the “Eye of Ra”, whose function was to help create and re-create life on Earth, by bringing light and by fighting off the darkness. While sometimes merely depicted as sisters, for many others Bastet and Sekhmet were actually one and the same: a same feline goddess, that when angered or triggered, became the furious lioness embodying the destructive and killing aspect of the sun, while Bastet was rather the benevolent and kind side of the solar light. It was for example written in some texts that Bastet became Sekhmet for the night, to protect ferociously Ra during his journey throughout the dangerous and demon-filled underworld, only to return to being Bastet in the morning. Starting in 2500 BCE, many lioness statues were replaced by cat statues in Sekhmet temples, which with time became Bastet temples. [It is theorized that maybe Sekhmet and Bastet began as one same entity, which was later split into two]

But who was Bastet, by herself, on her own? Bastet was, as I said, the kind and benevolent aspect of the light of the sun. Bastet was the embodiment of sweetness, gentleness and tenderness. People depicted her as calm, peaceful and loving. She was a benevolent and very popular deity associated, just like Hathor, with music and dancing – her rites in Bubastis included musical ceremonies, religious dances and ritualized sex. The festivals of Bastet also included a LOT of alcohol – which was justified by the need to prevent Bastet from becoming Sekhmet, putting the burning lioness to sleep by making her drunk. Bastet also embodied maternal love: she was often depicted taking care of kittens, either breast-feeding them, or keeping them in a basket. She was a goddess prayed to at every birth, so that she would protect the newborn. In fact, Egyptians had the habit of making a small cut in the inside of the elbow of the baby, and place in it a few drops of cat blood – this was to make sure the child would attract the favors of Bastet. Keeper of peace, protectress of the house, Bastet was also believed to prevent the spreading of contagious diseases, and to protect humans from evil spirits. No need to say that her cult was practiced more intensely by women, since Bast was the goddess that helped them give birth and take care of the home.

A fun fact: when the Greeks established a correspondence between their gods and the Egyptian ones, they decided that the goddess corresponding to Bast would be… Artemis! It might be surprising to choose the goddess of the hunt and the wilderness for a goddess of peace, maternity and home, but this is actually easily explained by Bast’s “primitive” form as a lioness goddess, which made the Greeks confuse her with another lion-goddess, Tefnut (who they also identified with Artemis).

[synt4x-3rr0r]

the virus brings you..

~festivenurseplaguedocplushic~

[a gender based off the festive nurse plague doctor plush by the squishables company.]

!!proship dni!!

!!no reposts!!

[oceanmusings]

Immortality

Pairing | Prisma Daerel & Astarion Ancunín (platonic)

Content Warning | Drinking a lot of wine, this is set at the epilogue party, Prisma is emotional and Astarion comforts her for once. Or at least tries to. Talk of death and the cons of immortality.

Word Count | 1.5K

Summary | Prisma realized how she's going to outlive the love of her life. This fact tormenting her at night. Astarion was the only person who could understand and share some words of comfort. (Tried to make this as neutral for whatever love interest route Prisma goes on. So this could be her with Gale or Shadowheart!)

A letter from Withers was surprising for Prisma when it arrived. Mainly for the fact that Withers knew where she was, she’s not sure how he knew, but he has shown he has his own mysterious ways for her not to question. Reading the contents of the letter it seemed to be an invitation to get all together again to celebrate the 6 month anniversary of them defeating the Netherbrain. When she arrived at the location Withers had written down, she smiled when she realized it was their first camp. The exact spot where their journey would begin.

It was lit up with many torches and candles, plus the little fire that was set in the middle where they all usually slept around. Cute little banners hung around making it feel more festive. Music from a bard standing on top of a rock drifted across the whole camp area and settled a nice warmth in Prisma’s chest.

It was nice.

But despite how nice the party Withers had put together was, a cloud still seemed to follow Prisma around. The looming cloud did not leave her alone despite how much she smiled and felt happy to see everyone. She tried to ignore the cloud as best as she could. But slowly it would become too much, the wood-elf could only think of one solution.

Sitting at the long table that was covered in wine and food Withers had provided, Prisma grabbed one of the wine bottles to pour herself some in a goblet. Quietly Prisma nursed the wine by herself as she watched everyone enjoy the party for themselves. Taking this moment to be alone for a few minutes. Unfortunately, for how big their was. Prisma had forgotten how little privacy all of them had.

“I haven seen you look this upset since the Shadow-cursed Lands, darling.”

The wood-elf looked up from pouring herself some more crimson red to see a familiar pair of crimson eyes. White curly hair shining in the moonlight and pale skin reflecting back the many lights Withers had lit. Of course her vampire friend shows up as she opens a bottle of wine to drown her anxiety with.

“Hello, Astarion.” Prisma greets him as she sets down the bottle. “I’m fine.”

“You should know better by now. It’s better to not lie with me.” The high-elf slid into the seat next to her, taking the goblet she had just filled. “We both know you are a terrible liar.”

Prisma hums in agreement, not able to deny it from the history of her terrible lying abilities. Astarion had seen first-hand how bad it always goes for her. She watched the vampire take her wine and drink it, she then took it back when he set it down. She swirled the liquid in the cup. The movement was weirdly comforting at keeping her hands busy.

“C’mon, tell me what’s going on in your head.” Her friend urged her on.

Prisma was quiet for a moment as she contemplated if this subject was worth the time to talk about. If resorting to pushing it down and drowning it with wine to save from bringing everyone down was worth the risk. Everyone was so happy, she didn’t want to ruin it because some thoughts plague her at night. She took a glance at Astarion - who was patiently waiting for his friend to speak up - and realized he may be one of the few people here who would understand. Maybe it would be worth it?

“You can’t make fun of me, okay?”

Astarion feigned offense while exclaiming. “Darling, I would never!”

Prisma’s voice died again as she tried to collect her words together. She was thankful Astarion wasn’t pushing her to speak. Taking the time for her to collect herself to pour himself his own goblet of some wine sitting on the table. Grumbling to himself quietly about Withers not getting any blood for him.

Once he began to take a sip is when she finally spoke up. “There’s a vendor I’ve gotten to know. Her and her wife are an elf and human. The human died last week.”

When she didn’t continue, Astarion pushed with an “and?”

“It’s just… It’s made me realize I’m going to be in the same boat. I’m-” she paused as her throat closed. Drinking some of her wine to hopefully calm her nerves and open her throat. “I-I’m just realizing I’m going to watch everyone here die. And I’m going to end up a-alone.” Tears filled her eyes as she squeaked out the final bit, fighting with her throat to be able to push out the final words. “Watch the love of my life age and die before me.”

Astarion hums, sitting back as he took in her words. “You know there are ways to live longer, right?”

“Yes, I know. But I can’t ask my love to do that. It won’t fix anything, just prolong the inevitable instead. Besides, I’ve seen the corruption that can happen when you stretch out your life unnaturally. I would hate to be the cause of witness of that happen.” Prisma states, running her finger around the rim of her goblet. “Death is a part of keeping everything in balance. I can’t stop death for my own selfish reasons.”

“All druids worry about is the damn balance.” Astarion scoffed, waving off the idea. Prisma just rolled her eyes to her vampire friend, but a genuine smile etched across her face. “I do understand those thoughts. Realizing immortality isn’t that great once you know you’ll watch everyone around you fade away while you… stay the same.”

Prisma realized with a horror that not only was Astarin in the same boat as her, but he was in the worst case. While Prisma’s life was prolonged by her druid powers. His were prolonged from being a vampire. Prisma could die from old age, Astarion couldn’t. How shitty was it of her to talk about this here? To sit here whining about it and remind him of his own fate. What a friend she was.

“I’m so sorry- I didn’t me to-”

“Don’t.” Astarion interrupted her with an exasperated expression, looking a little annoyed at her apologizing. “It’s been 200 years and I’ve long since accepted it. You know what I’ve dealt with for the past 200 years, I’ve come to not focus on those little woes since.”

Prisma swallowed her embarrassment, trying not to cry. She tried to hide her embarrassment by drinking the rest of her wine. The quiet that fell between them felt uncomfortable, maybe only on Prisma’s end as Astarion continued to drink his own wine like nothing big had happened. She really has to stop worrying about offending the vampire next to her so much.

“How do you do it?” She finally asks as she taps her finger against her cup. She turned her gaze to Astarion, tearing her eyes away from Karlach trying to convince Wyll to dance with her. “Handle that pain?”

“Honestly, darling? I’ve just finally gotten to live. The love I have may feel short and that hurts to know that, but the love I feel outweighs the ache. Instead of worrying about some heartache in my future, I focus on remembering this love I’ve finally gotten to feel.” He turned his red eyes to look into her purple ones, a serious tone in them that made Prisma’s stomach churn uneasily. “Is this love worth the heartache?”

“Yes.” It surprised the wood-elf how easily it was to find that answer.

“Then focus on that.”

Prisma nodded, swallowing thickly again at the emotion that tried to bubble up. She really didn’t want to cry right now, this was not the place to do that. Nor did she want any more attention on her either, trying to mask all her emotions by the protection of her goblet. “I didn’t know you had it in you to become a poet, fang boy.”

“I’m still full of surprises.” the vampire grins. “But don’t you dare tell a soul. I have an image to uphold!” He exclaimed, gesturing in a way like he was presenting his image that made Prisma let out a laugh before she could stop herself. Smiling to herself at the offended look on his face.

“I promise. But… Can you promise me something?”

“Depends.”

“...Will you be there? When I am alone?”

Astarion paused and went quiet when the question left her lips. Prisma was ready to take it back when the silence went too long, her heart hammering in her chest uncomfortably before Astarion finally spoke up. “Of course, darling.”

Prisma breathed a little more easily. The air surrounding the two elves settling into one more comfortable and light compared to the dark cloud looming over Prisma earlier. A warmth spreading across her chest was a welcomed change for the wood-elf. The two watched their friends in the silence that had fallen over them. It didn’t feel uncomfortable this time, just easy to sit with each other and not need to say anything else.

[secondflame-archive]

masquerade ball starter for @sharpnosedscout

There are few things Clive actually enjoys during festivities such as this. Usually he finds them too loud, too crowded and the false pleasantries exchanged make him uncomfortable, for he can see the way near all of these other nobles regard him in the same way his mother does, with disdain. By now it is widely knows that interacting with him would not gain them any favour with the Duchess, so they avoid him like the plague, granted that he's not at his brother's side. The ones that don't shun him are mayhap even worse for the pity in their gaze.

Clive sighs, gaze straying out one of the massive windows of the ballroom, wondering how much longer he'd have to endure this before he could sneak away.

For now he has found a hiding place leaning against a wall on the far side of the room, watching the spectacle, listening to the music. At some point his attention turns entirely to the musicians, captivated by the ease with which they coax beautiful melodies from their instruments. Clive isn't able to carry a tune if his life depended on it, so it always fascinated him to see other's do so with ease.

At some point he locks eyes with a bard just as another song fades out, having watched him work his instrument instead of anything or anyone else for what he realizes must have been a good long while. Embarassed to have been caught staring, Clive starts and looks away, hiding his face in the goblet of wine he'd been nursing over the past hour for lack of anything else to do, only to realize that it is empty.

Acting as if he didn't just try to take a sip from a cup devoid of liquid, he makes his way to get something else, mayhap some water would suit him better, his face feels flushed enough as is.

[darkangel1791]

[3rdbogwitch2theleft]

I've heard many a tumblrina pine for "weird movies made with 4 unknown freaks" so with that in mind, here are my recommendations from the last short film festival I attended.

IMDB links present where possible. Go forth and enjoy weird good movies!

#1 "Lesbophilia" starring Vico Ortiz and Maya Nalli, directed by Michelle West. A raunchy queer comedy about commitment, felonies, FOMO, and the things we do for love.

#2 "Mélange" starring Miles Cameron & Bereket directed by Deshon Leek. A bittersweet tale of tenderness, longing, and reconnection set to a sumptuous jazz soundtrack.

#3 "Squeegee Boy" directed by Chung Wei Huang. This one has many themes so it's a bit tough to describe accurately but it's a trans coming of age story and a loving depiction of Baltimore boyhood that wrestles with identity, masculinity, cultural expectations, capitalism, and belonging. Content warning for a non-graphic scene of police violence

#4 "With You Now" directed by Jordan Imbrey a queer travel romance about belonging, grief, and healing heavily featuring roller skates, venice beach, and boardwalk snacks

#5 "Factory Drop" starring Preslav Mantchev & Annemarie Warburton directed by Petja Pulkrabek. A story of rebellion and escape told primarily through dance set against a dystopic capitalist backdrop.

#6 "Tethered" starring Una O'Brien & Maura Logue, directed by Stephen T Lally. It's got grief, it's got comets, it's got music, it's got dance, it's got fairies, it's got Ireland in the 1980s, and the fanciest nursing home I've ever seen in my life. It's about family and yes it did make me weep openly in the theatre.

Honorable mention for not my absolute favorite but one of the more inventive of the SciFi/Action Block:

#7 "Station 33" starring Ulysses E. Campbell & Madelyn Farris, directed by Joe Carabeo. A SciFi mini series that aired as a single short about a recently un-deceased woman stuck between a secretive government (?) organization and the violent, malevolent entity possessing her body. Content warning: if you're squeamish, the prosthetics get a little gross (nothing graphic just plague/zombie adjacent) .

[love-bokumono-fics]

Fresh Crops! August 12 - August 18, 2024

This week's newest fics and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3!

*NOTE* Fics for the Bokumono Summer Exchange will not be included in the weekly post. They will have their own post when all stories are completed. 💜

The Village’s Flower - by WonderBun; WIP, 3/13, 7.1k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply' Category: F/M Fandom: Magical Melody Relationships: Amanda/All the bachelors, Amanda/Alex, Amanda/Basil, Amanda/Blue, Amanda/Bob, Amanda/Carl, Amanda/Dan, Amanda/Jamie, Amanda/Joe, Amanda/Kurt, Amanda/Louis, Amanda/Ray; Characters: Amanda, Alex, Basil, Blue, Bob, Carl, Dan, Jamie, Joe, Kurt, Louis, Ray Additional Tags: nurse outfit, Spanking Summary: Amanda sees Flower Bud Village’s Exciting New Ranch Plan as a chance at a new life. But the village has some strange customs, and all the men are so dashing…..

Tumblr Posts for A Wonderful Life Characters - by actaeoncross; WIP, 55/?, 64k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Multiple Characters x Reader; Characters: Celia | Seperia, Cody, Daryl, Flora, Gustafa, Lumina, Marlin | Mash, Matthew, Gordy, Cecilia, Muffy, Molly, Nami, Rock, Reade Summary: A collection of Tumblr posts for A Wonderful Life Characters x Reader prompts.

Cafe Castanet - by strawberrylemonwedge; Complete, 2/2, 6.3k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Animal Parade Relationship: Chase/Molly the Farmer; Characters: Molly the Farmer, Chase, Maya, Luke the Carpenter, Owen, Luna, Wizard Gale Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Romance, Fluff, Originally Posted on FanFiction.Net, Ten Years Ago Summary: High School seniors Molly and Chase have been friends for years. Now they're working together at the city's newest coffee shop, Café Castanet. Things can get pretty dull during the slow night shift but familiar faces, strange guests, and maybe a little romance will help spice up the night.

A Story of Seasons: The Story of Jill | Volume II: Summer - by Celeste_Adia; WIP, 18/21, 115k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/M, Gen Fandoms: DS Cute, Friends of Mineral Town, A Wonderful Life Characters: Pony | Aya | Jill, Takakura, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Kai, Witch Princess, Harvest Sprites, Cliff, Gray, Popuri, Pete | Jack, Lumina, Muffy | Molly, Harvest Goddess Gaia Summary: Months have passed since Jill began her new life in Forget-Me-Not Valley. Summer is here, and residents are preparing for festivals and the return of familiar faces from Mineral Town, including the arrival of Kai, an easygoing traveler who plans to stay for the season. Caught up in the festivities, Jill entangles herself with him and other Mineral Town folk, which can be quite a distraction from farm work. Meanwhile, the third anniversary of Jack's passing looms near, forcing his loved ones, especially his widowed wife Juliet, to reminisce on their past with him and continue to find reasons to move forward. Drought plagues the valley, causing farming to become more strenuous... And dangerous. Despite the hauntings of the past and the increasing intensity of the summer heat, Jill is determined to keep her head up and endure through her least favorite time of the year, no matter what it takes.

Applejack Rabbit - by Tomocum; Complete, 1/1, 1.9k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Animal Parade Relationship: Angela the Farmer/Harvest King Ignis; Characters: Angela the Farmer, Harvest King Ignis, Gill Additional Tags: **NOTE: Some NSFT tags have been removed. Please see AO3 for complete list** Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Cheating, Infidelity, Adultery, NTR | Netorare, Giants, Size Difference, Size Kink, Cuckolding, Belly Bulge, humiliation Summary: Angela is a little too happy whenever she comes back from the mines. Her husband, Gill, has his suspicions realized in the worst way.

He and She - by Rune_Tales (Feudal_Faerie_Tales); WIP, 9/?, <100

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/M, M/M Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Relationships: Claire the Farmer/Gray, Karen/Rick, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran/Cliff, Kai/Popuri, Elli/Doctor Trent | Torre; Characters: Claire, Gray, Kai, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Cliff, Popuri, Karen, Elli | Elly, Doctor | Trent, Mary the Librarian | Marie, Rick, The Kappa, Harvest Goddess Additional Tags: Fanfiction, YouTube, Embedded Video, Eventual Romance, Drama, Drama & Romance, Mystery, Mild Language, Friendship, Falling In Love, Time Travel, Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Marriage, Suffering, Sad and Happy, Happy Ending Summary: A group of friends in Mineral Town experience strained relationships due to romantic misunderstandings. Gray is interested in Claire, Ann has a crush on Cliff, and Popuri wants to distance herself from Kai. As the year progresses, financial troubles and personal challenges intensify, leading to near tragedy. Kai attempts to reconcile, but a mysterious Goddess may hold the key to resolving the turmoil after the New Year.

Sing Like A Bee - by Tomocum; Complete, 1/1, 1.7k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Animal Parade Relationship: Harvest Goddess Sephia | Megami-sama/Kasey | Yuukil; Characters: Harvest Goddess Sephia, Kasey the Farmer Additional Tags: **NOTE: Some NSFT tags have been removed. Please see complete list on AO3** Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Giantess, Size Difference, Size Kink, Giants, Impregnation, Breeding Summary: Kasey wants a child.

One Not Safe For Tumble fic by fandomrper titled Trent's Bathroom Adventure

[pins-snip]

❄️🕯️Festive Plague Doctor and Nurse Cosplay🕯️❄️

So we've started on our Holiday Matsuri (HolMat) cosplay- which is going to be the Festive Plague Doctor and Nurse from Squishable

[Video ID - a overview of the tree skirt. It's a deep red velvet material with golden beads embroidered at the bottom in the shape of a flower and cross. The video sweeps across the embroidery and then flips to show the underside of the skirt which is a purply red cotton.

The text in the upper hand says "Found this gorgeous tree skirt at Goodwill- will I be using it as the base for my plague nurse cape? More likely than you think" and in the lower right hand corner there is a picture of the Festive Plague Nurse.]

I found this lovely tree skirt at Goodwill (yes I know, they're not great but you gotta use what you got) and I'm currently going thru transforming the small red flowers into snowflakes by replacing the red beads for those fun cracked snow marble look, the cheapy gemstone with the fun green stripe and (sloppily) adding more branches to make it look like a snowflake. I'm fairly pleased with the result so far but I'm having the worst time picking up the needle and thread to continue... 😭

We were playing around with different ideas on how to translate the puff balls into real life and we're having a hell of a time, so we grabbed some other pieces to hodge podge together to get a better idea of what we wanted. I doodled over with the correct color scheme/cut I'm more interested in making (cotehardie)

The mock up went well- but even here I can see where it's not as good of a fit as I wanted it to be (foreshadowing). So Snip moved forward to making the skirt. He did 7 panels instead of 8 because he didn't want to gather it 😂. I'm loving the drape and swoosh of the fabric- a wool blend that was in the discount bin at Joann!

Here is a mockup of the mask, idk how but Snip didn't realize the nose was so slender? So he had a hearty chuckle when we got them in and saw them in 3D (originally he wanted to make the mask similar to the golden guard up top).

Despite MULTIPLE try on attempts, the final sewn garment just didn't have enough give in the front. Remember before how I said I see where we went wrong? I don't think it was closing properly then (notice how he was holding the top as an old timey prospector?) And we hadn't noticed because when he was closing the mockup it had overlapped.

But this is why we try to find as similar as possible material for mockups as our final fabrics. We're going a different route for the top that Snip is much happier with! And hopefully we'll have the base dress done tonight. (Not excited to sew up 30 buttons for each garment 🥲)

Finally some cat tax. It's getting cold in Florida and they're loving to sleep on or near the tree skirt (which only makes it that much harder to keep beading 😅)

[butterfleyequeen]

Merry Christmas from Florence! 🎄🎄🎄

(Outfit based on the Festive Squishable Plague Nurse)

[festive-spiderbot]

[paramcur]

 teddy  doesn’t  feel  like  halloween.  it’s  hardly  a  surprise,  given  the  fact  that  he’s  outgrown  the  holiday  and  then  some,  but  it  was  once  a  holiday  he’d  looked  forward  to  and  was  able  to  enjoy  despite  being  transported  back  and  forth  between  korea  and  california.  it  feels  like  playing  a  once  adored  boardgame  with  a  “suitable  for  ages  6+  and  up”  rating  on  the  box,  and  as  much  as  teddy  tries  to  live  freely  and  enjoy  things  that  bring  childish  comfort  --  the  holiday  sits  as  a  taped  up  cardboard  box  in  the  attic  that  shouldn’t  be  disturbed  unless  you  want  to  inhale  dust  and  dirt.  suitable  for  all  ages?  perhaps  not.

 he  can’t  bring  himself  to  throw  the  attachment  away,  the  memories,  and  just  lets  it  accumulate  as  time  drags  on.  he’s  but  a  sentimental  fool,  thinking  back  on  nights  with  a  nippy  chill  in  the  air  that  made  his  cheeks  and  baby  ravioli  sized  fists  flush  as  he  swung  his  plastic  pumpkin  pail  side  to  side  as  he  walked.  catherine  was  his  sole  companion  and  competition,  since  his  older  brother  thomas  had  been  too  old  to  enjoy  the  pg  rated  halloween  festivities.  he  had  no  clue  where  his  brother  was,  but  if  he  had  to  guess?  probably  taking  a  jello-shot  off  of  a  sexy  nurse  somewhere  in  itaewon.  

 which  was  fine,  teddy  had  priorities  of  his  own!  mainly  being,  acquire  more  candy  than  cat  and  to  further  rub  salt  in  the  wound,  steal  her  pillowcase  of  looted  candy  while  she’s  sleeping.  things  had  seemed  easier  then,  a  naivete  and  simplicity  to  his  life.  betrayals  and  petty  conflicts  had  been  easier  to  let  go,  things  didn’t  cut  him  so  deeply.  he  didn’t  have  to  think  about  what  he  now  considered  to  be  the  real  petty  shit  --  like  class,  his  place  in  the  world,  whether  or  not  his  dad  was  disappointed  in  him.  he  could  breathe,  live  and  let  live.    the  night  takes  a  turn  later  on  when  his  friend’s  mom  can’t  get  a  hold  of  his  parents,  and  not  for  a  lack  of  trying,  as  the  woman  became  more  visibly  distressed  as  time  passed.  first  he’d  gotten  seperated  from  catherine,  overwhelmed  by  a  sea  of  people  and  chattering  children  in  uniform  lines  along  the  streets.  anxiety  bubbles  up  in  his  chest  like  a  rising  tidal  wave,  and  teddy  knows  intuitively,  even  with  all  of  his  childish  wit  and  lack  of  world  experience  that  his  really  cool  light  up  shoes  wouldn’t  make  him  any  more  indentifiable.  when  he  finally  reunites  with  his  group,  his  guardian  tensely  grips  his  wrist  and  scolds  him.  

 “where  were  you?!  don’t  wander  off!”  she  barks,  and  teddy  meekly  apologizes.  then  there’s  a  remorseful  look  that  crosses  her  face,  an  acknowledgement  that  the  situation  is  getting  the  best  of  her  and  then  they’re  carted  off  to  spend  the  rest  of  the  evening  at  his  friend’s  house  as  his  mom  desperately  tries  to  get  in  contact  with  their  parents.  so  he  sits  on  the  couch  in  his  charmander  costume,  fists  balled  up  on  his  knees  as  she  plays  telephone  tag  with  his  parents  and  his  eyes  fill  with  hot,  betrayed  stinging  tears.  somehow,  it’s  a  worse  betrayal  than  his  dad  and  brother  not  being  as  enthusiastic  about  his  costume  as  he  was.  he  feels  displaced  and  small,  and  although  he  didn’t  know  it  at  the  time  --  this  feeling  would  plague  him  for  most  of  his  adult  life,  too.  

“hello?  yes,  i’m  just  trying  to  get  in  touch  with---”  he  takes  a  breath,  sniffs  wetly  and  tries  to  stop  his  nose  from  running  like  a  faucet.  catherine  is  silent  beside  him,  their  friend  upstairs  proceeding  as  normal  and  hyperfixated  on  unloading  his  halloween  loot,  when  teddy  finally  speaks  into  the  air.  “i  wanna  go  home.”  catherine  is  stoic  most  of  the  time,  repressing  most  and  any  emotion  that  could  be  wielded  against  her,  but  teddy  knows  she  understands  the  words  for  what  they  really  are.  

 i  want  a  home  i  don’t  want  to  run  away  from.  

 she  just  nods,  croaks  out  a  pained  “yeah,”  and  then  pillows  her  head  on  his  shoulder.

[purpleandgreen13]

Stardew Valley Fic Masterlist

Thought I'd follow some other people's leads and pop my fic masterlist here with AO3 links, so you can see what I'm writing! Don't forget I don't do NSFW or smut but if you want to send me a prompt about anything else SDV, I'll write something for you!

For my main works, I write from Harvey's POV and in his voice. My writing is about his and the farmer's relationship from his own perspective.

MAIN SERIES

Harvey and Jerusha (WiP)

Second Chance for Harvey

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27662156/chapters/67690250

The Flower Festival

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28157421/chapters/68995023

Date Night

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28840122/chapters/70741377

Confronting Kent

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28985706/chapters/71133639

The Shane Problem

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29093550/chapters/71417196

Nursing the Doctor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29355225/chapters/72107016

An (Almost) Perfect Ten

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29706222/chapters/73053141

Where Love Is The Case, The Doctor's an Ass

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30024726/chapters/73930971

Love, If It Finds You Worthy, Directs Your Course

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30024726/chapters/73930971

Saving the Community Centre

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30450873/chapters/75084174

A Weekend Away From The Valley

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30929786/chapters/76381781

Wedding

Autumn's Bounty

A Duty of Care

A Duty of Care Part 2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38888328/chapters/97249785

Stories Linked to the Harvey and Jerusha Series

Plague Comes to Ferngill

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28651413

Stardew Valley: A Magical History

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31220360

Moving to Pelican Town: Harvey's Story

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31839136

Egg Festival Mayhem

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31980184

An Offer Lewis Can't Refuse

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32309047

Speedos

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33044104

"What Did You Just Do?"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33369175

Alone In A Crowd

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33500788

Weather

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34262983

Be Careful what You Fish For

Harvey and Megan (WiP)

Harvey's backstory, his time as an undergraduate before he moved to Pelican town and the story of his first relationship with Megan Lee. Linked to the Harvey and Jerusha series, when Megan appears a few times https://archiveofourown.org/works/34146733/chapters/84959866

Other SDV stuff, Prompts and Nonsense

Gus and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31984750

Maru Alone

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32004982

Pelican Town's Tribute to Beauty And The Beast

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32005372

Ava's Choice

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32005618

The Unluckiest Luau

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32075644

The Hazards of Love

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32412088

Weirdest Hobby

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32557969

Under Cindersap Wood

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32724850

Runawayface's Birthday!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32795932

Maru's Good Deed

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33057010

With You

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33185197

Bring Her Back

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33615307

The Cake Problem

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33780259

Kent's Return

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33946954

Harvey's Gift

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34109968

Clint's Saturday Night

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34163806

The Trouble With Junimos

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34211161

Favourite Crop

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34259443